#malficiious

[progenyofprongs-a]

@malficiious​ ♥ starter call

                                  “You know,” Amelia began with a loud sigh, not even bothering to look up from her parchment as her quill scratched effortlessly away, “with the way you keep on trash-talking about Harry ... people are gonna start to believe you have his name tattooed on your arse or something.” A few lingering students snickered, though even that was barely enough to break Amelia’s focus from her work. 

[lcgilimens]

she lets her expression take on something similar to what she would make through all those years she spent taking her divination at ilvermorny. it’s entirely for show ( much like her work done in the class, but she still managed to pass with flying colors ) and so much fun. “ pardon me young man, ” she says, her normal airy tone exaggerated for effect. “ there’s no need to put on airs, you know... ”            // @malficiious

[eightholyterrors]

hermione   &&   draco;  you   say   my   name    &&    it   comes  out   like  a  dark  confession.

               the      streets of     diagon alley that had     always been bustling with    people in    past years    were now    quiet    &&     spooky. the   eeriness did not    go unnoticed    to her,    &&     even as she     strolled down the    street    she clutched tightly to     her wand.     it was firmly at her   side. a young    witch alone was an    easy target for   vandals, or    those intending    to thieve from her.     a purse clutched    tightly by her side   that she    was using to store    all of her   purchases school things.     listening carefully she      walked down    the cobbled streets      &&    her eyes    shifted towards    the alley     where    she saw the    darkness of a    figure   emerging.    she had     told her    parents to stay      at home,    believing it was    likelier     for them to be    safe    if they were tucked    within the   confines of their    home.     she had    been made to    stay home with them    as their concern for      her safety    became more   evident.           she couldn’t    blame her   parents for their  fear    of the    dangers that laid    in the wizarding    world, but   she  wouldn’t be     deterred from returning    to school no matter    the consequences that     awaited her.     the   shadow    should have    terrified her, but rather than    cowering in fear   she pointed her    wand at the    shadow,    stepping forward she began      to recognize the   male.    as she neared    him.      ❛     draco    ??    ❜      she questioned    rolling her    eyes      &&     lowering her    wand.     ❛     what     are you     doing,     lurking like    that     ??     you    could give    someone a    heart     attack    !!    ❜     she wasn’t    especially fond of the      blond haired   boy, but    working on a    school    project   with him    for    nearly a  month   during the    last school   year,  had   given her    a different   perspective.   

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[oflunarcy]

“ a dozen different thoughts tear through me each second. ”

☾*✧- ̗̀    @malficiious     ̖́-

THE MOON RAVEN FALLS SILENT ;  lips  tightly  sealed  she  gravitates  after  him  without  any  realization.  mind  subconsciously  occupied,  she  listens  with  keen  ears.  his  words  floating  at  the  tip  of  his  tongue  ——  a  confession,  perhaps  ??  luna  knows  naught,  yet  she  stays  assiduously  in  place.  movements  gentle,  fingers  intertwines  naturally  and  place  just  above  her  lower  abdomen.  (  she  does  not  judge  him  )  ;  instead,  she  allows  him  the  space  he  needed.  words  diligently  withheld,  yet  astute  gaze  continues  to  supervise.  her  kind  heart  unable  to  look  away  or  deny  anyone  such  assistance.  indeed,  she  knew  who  he  was  ——  the  malfoy  boy  that  often  caused  grievances  towards  her  friends.  however,  how  could  she  possibly  turn  away  now  ??  the  feeling  of  loneliness,  oh  how  she  knows  the  agony  sung  within  its  grasp.  no  one  deserves  to  be  alone,  she  righteously  believes.

❝  if  you  need  someone  to  lend  you  an  ear,  mines  are  always  available. ❞  she  finds  herself  offering  ;  her  words  gentle,  a  small  assuring  smile  forms  alongside  colorless  brims.  ❝ i  promise  i  won’t   say  anything.  and  if  you  still  don’t  believe  me,  well…  i  am  loony  lovegood,  no  one  typically  believes  someone  called  loony. ❞  there  was  no  bitterness  or  resentment  seen  within  her  voice,  rather  she  spoke  as  if  it  was  simply  a  fact  in  life.  cordial  and  inviting,  she  urges  him  to  salvation.  ❝  but  if  you  don’t  want  to  speak,  that’s  alright  too.  we  can  just  sit  here  in  silence  until  you  feel  better. ❞