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[princessbaratheon]

lindarknessrps replied to your post://So does Marion Cotillard as older Shireen work o...

She looks villainous tbh

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Um

Well you do have a point

[kittyxjones-blog]

Likened To A Whisper || Kitty & Hayley

If Kitty hadn’t had her earbuds in, she would have realized what was going on a lot sooner than she did. As it was, in the wake of the man’s arrival at her open door, she was left confused and wrong-footed, fumbling for the button to switch off her music.

She figured it out quickly enough, though. Of course she did. Before the man had even spoken, she knew what was going on. She wasn’t an idiot – she’d heard the stories about school officials coming by and ordering students to pack up their belongings and report to the headmistresses office first thing in the morning, had noticed her classmates disappearing in pairs, never to return.

She just hadn’t expected it to happen to her.

Nobody had been able to figure out where the students were being taken; their teachers and the administration had evaded all of their shy questions on the subject. But those who paid attention were fairly certain that it had something to do with the war. Britain was officially neutral, but nobody with half a brain believed that rubbish. And sooner or later, they would have to come out and officially take a stance.

The most popular circulating theory was that the students were being taken away to be trained as soldiers for when that day finally came. And now, it seemed, they expected Kitty to take part.

Not bloody likely.

It was a mystery to her why they were coming after her, of all people – her abilities were strictly defensive. Without the slightest offensive ability beyond her own physical strength, she hardly had much to offer the war effort.

Still, whatever their reasons, they had come for her and Hayley. It was an honour, the man had said, but she wasn’t buying it.

 Her roommate was free to do whatever she wanted, but Kitty wasn’t going to sit back and let her fate be taken out of her own hands.

She shut the door behind the man and immediately crossed over to the dresser, pulling open the drawer and rifling through the contents in search of essential items of clothing. She wouldn’t be able to carry much – she would have to leave the school on foot, and she wouldn’t want to be weighed down. But this was a particularly harsh winter, and adequate protection would be an absolute necessity.

Without turning, Kitty said, “Well, I’m not sticking around after that. Hand me my bag, would you?”

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–– Can I help you with something, or are you just here to stare?

[beardystag]

      "More strangers..."

      "And they appear to have traveled a long way to get here. I still don't understand, what is the appeal of my camp..."

[scorpiushypxrion]

on holiday at the burrow; scorp and molly

It was his first time to the Burrow, and he wasn't even all that familiar with the inside of the Potter's house yet, save for Albus's bedroom. Sneaking over has always seemed a bit childish and selfish, but he'd held an irrational fear of the Potters and Weasleys for most of his life, and it was hard to shake the feeling of judgmental stares and an overwhelming pressure to do absolutely nothing wrong. It was so much easier to curl up with Albus in secret and flip through Quidditch magazines and play exploding snap, and even after he started visiting the Potters via their front door, like a normal person, he still spent as little time in their presence as possible without seeming rude.

He was barely one generation away from Death Eaters and war and bullying and seeing each other's blood on their hands and he knew it. He knew about his father's scars, and what his grandfather had done to Albus's mother, not to mention how his family had treated Rose's mother, who's blood had stained the Manor floor while his father watched. It was disconcerting to have such thoughts enter his mind while he tried to speak respectfully to one of them, and even more so to think that they might be having similar thoughts. He could fear and revere them, war heroes and paragons of virtue in the Ministry, but what did he look like to them, with his sullied name and poor reputation? Keeping his shoulders and chin straight was a chore with such weight bearing down on them, and he tried hard to carefully lock his thoughts away where they couldn't bite.

Compartmentalizing his thoughts was something he'd learned from his father, and not just during novice Occlumency lessons. Sometimes he could convince himself that it was all in his head, that people were past the war and the prejudice and old blood feuds, but then the old dread would creep up on him again. He was very skilled at biting it down, at saying mild, simple things and making small talk and voicing only the opinions that everyone else wanted to hear. He was good at not drawing attention to himself, but it was a challenge when he was the only Malfoy in a room full of Potters and Weasleys. He stuck to Albus's side like glue, which was no surprise to anyone who knew them, and even when they were separated by half a room, Scorp still kept tabs on him, because Albus was one steady, constant thing in his life that he knew he could count on.

Coming was a good idea, and he even managed to crack a smile once or twice talking to Charlie about dragons and Romania, and discussing the miracle of muggle flight with Arthur. They were kind, and accepting, and Molly had barely blinked when he'd shown up, merely commenting on how scrawny and pale he looked and how he should sit down and eat something right away. He avoided Ron, and even Rose, though he sent her a thin smile from across the room. The Burrow was crowded and noisy and warm and cozy and claustrophobic in comparison to the sprawling elegance of the Manor. It was wonderful, having so much family bustling around, not altogether different from Hogwarts, but after too long it began pressing in on him, the unnerving ratio of bodies to available space, and when people decided to pour out into the backyard, he slipped out, too, suddenly desperate for air.

Brooms were being grabbed and teams picked haphazardly even as feet lifted off from the ground, and Albus didn't argue when Scorp shook his head slightly at the silent indication that he should join. Quidditch, while being highly enjoyable to watch, was still largely foreign to him in terms of being played, and he had little to no desire to showcase his lack of talent in front of the entire Potter/Weasley clan. He wished he could simply mount and fly, rise up until he was smaller than the faintest wisp of cloud and sit like Icarus near the sun while his heart slowed its mad pounding in his chest. He didn't do well with crowds, he told himself, though that was a lie. He needed to sit, and not alone, lest someone take pity and gravitate toward him. It was perhaps hypocritical, then, to pick out someone who was sitting alone and very well might have wanted space to herself, as he did, but he promised himself he wouldn't force conversation.

The thought didn't occur to him until he'd began to approach that he didn't recognize her, though he was usually very good with names and faces. She looked much like Lucy, though, and that was what gave it away, and he was struck by a funny sensation when he thought that she must be the squib cousin Albus had mentioned once or twice. He couldn't imagine what it must be like for her, though she was, in this moment, perhaps not so different from him. Pausing a respectable distance away, he motioned toward the empty space beside her and asked, as informally as he could manage, "May I?"

[princessbaratheon]

lindarknessrps replied to your post://Obligatory apology for Shireen’s existence and...

psh, she’s lovely<3

You are lovely