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@mayhemxmugglesxmagic​ asked:  📜 (Pansy and your choice of muse, Ron)

Ron puffed himself up a bit, defensive at her insult about his strength. “Physically, yes, I could fight a bird. But emotionally? Imagine the toll.”

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Theo has a difficult time connecting with others, and even as an adult, there are very, very few people she considers to be friends. But if you are her friend, she will do her best to be there for you no matter what. When she cares for someone, she cares for them deeply.

[mayhemxmugglesxmagic]

“ 𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚒𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚜                                     𝚠𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚒𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎.”

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the yule ball

plotted starter for @mayhemxmugglesxmagic || Millicent & Gregory

There was a bitterness in her mouth, hidden by an expression of repose. Millicent sat in her formal wear, looking out towards the crowd, longing to be one of the bodies amongst them. The other girls of her house and year were, Pansy with Draco, Daphne and a Durmstrang whilst Tracey sported a boy from Beauxbatons.

No one had asked Millie to the Yule Ball. She had tried to garner the affections of some, but she came across as too sharp, prickled edges and a fiery spirit none seemed to tolerate. Millicent Bulstrode wasn’t about to change for any boy, but still… Sitting alone eating way too many canapes but things in perspective. Filling the gap with food probably wasn’t helping, but it tasted good and in turn felt good, even if that feeling was temporary.

Perhaps she should just go to bed. It would be easy enough to slip away, to head back to their dormitory, wipe off her make up and curl up in bed. But she didn’t put in all that time of prettying herself up for it to go to waste.

And she did look pretty.

Despite what she thought and felt, ever comparing herself to her friends – Millie actually looked good, stunning even. She had her hair down in loose waves, the features of her face highlighted with light natural make up. The dress she had on was cream coloured lace and tulle, fitting way better than her Hogwarts uniform.

Stubbornness convinced her to stay, determined that by the end of the night she’d have one dance, even if she had to grab someone and demand it of them.

[aparecium-muses]

@mayhemxmugglesxmagic Liked for a starter From Regulus To Jolene

He leans against the wall, forgotten. Ignored. Maybe to some, they would say he looked like a bad omen. To others, they'd say he looks like a ghost. And just maybe, he is. The ghost of a Slytherin, a ghost of a younger brother, a ghost of a boy. Every other part of him is cold, from the tip of his nose down to his fingers but his throat is burning. He had a gravitas lent to him by his name and a fair amount of deference was paid. Though said deference was faked at best, no one feared Regulus. Regulus Black who was as quiet as a mouse and as memorable as a note spelled to the wall. No, people feared his family. A mother who ruled with an iron fist, a father who's fury could be seen clearly within his eyes as if he'd gone mad and a brother who was just as cruel as any other Slytherin even if he was labeled a failure.

None of his feelings matter, not in the grand scheme of things everything would go according to plan. 

The slug club party was in full swing, chattering and creating connections, which Slughorn reveled in. Regulus is immaculate as always, his hair parted perfectly, dark black dress robes easily allowing the shadows of the wall to eat him up. He looks almost skeletal in the bluish glow of the fairy lights overhead, the shadows beneath his cheekbones slashing sharply downward, the hollows of his sunken eyes gaping like fathomless pits. He was a black hole, a star that exploded, eating up every single thing around him to fill the emptiness within himself. He watched them all from behind silky black hair, the strands falling into his eyes like streams of ink. Grey eyes of liquid mercury land on the form of a familiar girl, Jolene Marie Delacroix. Who had claimed to be descended from the Bonaccord. A lie. A decent lie he had known, for he had watched her, and watched her like he had watched many others. 

Everyone always underestimated what Regulus noticed.

They always underestimated him and one day, he decided silently to himself, one day it would come to haunt them all.

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@mayhemxmugglesxmagic continued from {X} She sighed softly, she knew what he was undoubtedly thinking. That word, she hated it, no despised it. It had been carved in her skin as she had endured tortures weaker witches and wizards had succumbed to. The war had changed them both, it seemed. She was no longer the wide eyed innocent bookworm that only cared about good grades and the next bit of knowledge, and he was no longer a blind follower of the dark lord. She could be petty, refuse him out of principle, and yet….she had been fighting so long for a sort of rehabilitation program for the former followers, ones who volunteered anyway. And so far been denied. She needed to set an example and he needed this permit to come through. A small cautious grin split her lips as she sighed, studying him, sitting across from him in the ministry’s version of an interrogation room, she tilted her head, studying him. “I am trying to set up better programmes for former followers, but so far they have all been turned down. I need a poster child, someone who goes through it and comes out the other side changed for the better.” She began, looking at him as she bit her lip. “I will help you, if you agree to be that person for me. We would be working very closely together, of course, I would expect weekly reports in, tests to make sure you did not practice dark magic, the usual, but in exchange, I could have your permit approved and expedited for you. What do you say, Mr. Goyle? You scratch my back…” She trailed off. They all knew the rest of that saying. She hadn’t always been like this, once she had been nicer, less jaded. Then she had watched her friends die and been tortured.

[repudiated-heir]

; Beings of reason

@mayhemxmugglesxmagic​ from here;

Andromeda was only here because Narcissa had asked her to come. It was the first time in years that she had seen her little nephew. He was younger than her Dora, of course - but still no less a grown adult and capable of making his own decisions. He looked like a carbon copy of Lucius, back when he had been strutting about the school… same grey eyes and same, pale and pointed chin. But there was a mildness to that mouth of his. The mildness that came with Narcissa. Back in those simpler days when Narcissa would laugh in wonder at all her stories. 

The dark-haired woman sighed. I need a strong glass of Elf-made Wine. She didn’t think she could have this conversation with her no-longer estranged nephew sober.

“A reason to smile, hm?” She began, almost whimsical. Almost as if she was speaking to herself and not a total stranger. She was also counting down feeble little reasons to smile. Teddy was her biggest reason to smile right now. Her small grandson with his chubby cheeks and hair that changed every second or so. He reminded her that her heart still worked. That she hadn’t just buried her heart with Ted’s, Sirius’ or Dora’s memory.

Narcissa, who had long pretended that Andromeda had not existed for the better part of two decades, had suddenly reached out. Maybe when you were faced with impending loss, you held on to things- even unwanted things.

Cissy’s desperate to save him…

Andromeda had stopped reading the Daily Prophet, unable to keep up with the rising mania out on the streets. With loss came anger and confusion and in that state of despair… it invited violence. She did not want to be a part of that. Whilst she knew Malfoy’s name was mud, she could only stare kindly at her nephew, caught in the crossfire of an ugly war.

“A reason to smile… maybe you should make that your next goal in life, Draco. The fact that you’re alive is enough to make my sister smile. So live well.”

[aparecium-muses]

@mayhemxmugglesxmagic answered:

Soft Affection Meme

@aparecium-muses sent 🖐 for Ron to trace fingers against Lav’s skin or over a scar/other

Fingers -- igneous and warm, like a curling iron left behind in the summer sun fell to Lavender’s chest. They traced gashes of missing flesh -- torn away, lost and dead, canyons of ruin screaming of a future potentially lost and forever changed.

The chilled wood beneath their backs did little to cool her fever ridden flesh. The first full moon since the battle only days away. If she changed, so would everything else. Calloused fingertips danced from collar bone to collar bone before falling softly to her shoulder, thumb pad running in soothing circles, round and round. His eye’s followed the map of her flesh -- a cartographers wet dream. He jumped from the deep jagged ridges of her newly healed neck, to her torn upper lip -- uneven and tender.

They’d been lying there, in the stark silence of the night for hours -- waiting, grasping every moment before the inevitability of tomorrow evening when the sun would set and bring with it truth.

“What if --” Lavender began, voice -- hummingbirds in December. Painted finger tips pulled a loose thread on his jumper. She couldn’t finish the thought.

Ron captured her hand, lifting the fingers that fidgeted with his jumper to his lips. His eyes slipped closed, as he kissed her fingertips, one after the other. He pressed a kiss to the palm of her hand and closed her fingers around it. His kisses were for her to keep, her's to hold and remember that he loves her no matter what.

"I'll be right here with you," he replies voice not daring to speak above a whisper. Either way, if she turned or if she didn't he would stay with her.

They may have broken up at the beginning of the war, but Lavender Brown's painted fingertips had a hold on his heart. He came back for her at the very end of it all, had slept next to her bedside all day yesterday having had enough with morning the loss of his brother. What they were now, he didn't know, they didn't have much time to discuss it- the full moon was only a day away. It was the worst timing, or maybe it was a blessing in disguise? There were far too many people to take care of for the few healers left to notice Lavender was missing thus none of them being able to report her for being a werewolf.

"No matter what I'm here for the long haul, I won't leave you."