#lucyblacklist

[thorleyxgreengrass-blog]

☂: Your muse walks in on my muse crying

Having gone to one of the spare potions rooms to grab one of the extra potion books because Lucretia had accidentally spilled a bottle of ink all over his own copy, Thorley did not expect to find anyone in the usually empty rooms. Opening the door without a thought, he froze at the sight before him. 

Someone was crying. 

And not just anyone, the one and only Walburga Black. Slowly retreating because he didn’t know how to take care of a crying woman, and, really, he didn’t want to face to consequences of finding the queen of Slytherin in such a state. 

Just as he took his first quiet step backwards, Walburga whipped around furiously and shot off a petrification spell. Crashing to the ground wide-eyed, Thorley’s only thought was that this was all Lucy’s fault. 

The Black heiress stalked over towards Thorley’s frozen body on the dusty floor much like one of the Greek Furies stepping out of a hell-fire. The air felt heavy with her malicious magic he noted with a impressed thought. Wand raised without a tremble despite the tears in her eyes, Walburga spoke three words; it was all she needed.

“Not a soul.”

Implying that if he did tell anyone, he’d be killed at best. Unable to nod because of the petrificus totalas spell, he tried to blink in understanding. Only able to convey his thoughts with a strange grimace on his face, it seemed to be enough as Walburga stepped over his body and glided out of the room with her head held high once more. 

Leaving him there all alone, stunned in a dusty potions room.

This was all Lucy’s fault.

[walburga-queenof-disaster-blog]

@lucyblacklist 

Walburga Black did not always show compassion or affection for her family members, but she did always protect them when all came down to it, and she’d always keep an eye on them. Even Lucy. 

Now Lucy was an interesting subject because the Black family wasn’t very impressed by that young girl. She didn’t do her job, she didn’t function properly in social gatherings, she wasn’t a slytherin. Most of the time Walburga wasn’t especially impressed either. She had an habit of embarrassing both herself and Walburga. Yet, the brunette was raised to believe that family was to be protected by all cost and nothing got in the way for it. It was the one part in her life where she still was naive, that blood was thicker than everything. If she only knew. 

Now though, it got a bit more complicated. Luce had ran away from her home. No one as far as Walburga knew, had seen her throughout the summer. Now she stood there, and Walburga didn’t know exactly how to act. Luce had betrayed their family. She put more shame on the Black Legacy than Walburga thought possible. “We need to talk.” Walburga said strictly, because she needed to hear what Luce’s reasoning was. 

[walburga-queenof-disaster-blog]

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answered here; x 

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 write a quote they would find themselves saying

“sometimes bravery involves giving up everything you have ever known, or everyone you have ever loved, for the sake of something greater”