#mctherdearest

[adveanture]

*    @mctherdearest​​    —    STRANGE  PLACE  TO  FALL  ASLEEP    (   WALBURGA  &  SIRIUS   ) 

SIRIUS   WAKES   WITH   A   START,   AND   IT   ONLY   MAKES   HIS   HEAD   POUND   WORSE.         the   light   from   his   mother’s   wand,   hovering   over   his   face   in   the   darkness,   makes   him   shut   his   eyes   immediately   once   again.      he   looks   around,   head   lolling   and   still   a   little   dizzy.      he’s   forgotten   to   clean   up   the   liquor   bottles   .   .   .      there’s   no   way   she   doesn’t   know   what   this   is   about      —      why   he   is   sleeping   in   the   parlor,   passed   out   on   the   chaise   lounge.      he   anticipates   nothing   but   the   worst      —      but   what   else   is   new?   

he   groans   as   he   sits   up,   running   a   hand   through   his   mussed   hair.            “      well,   this   was   closer   than   the   stairs,      ”            he   drawls,   raspy   with   sleep.   

[deatheat]

@mctherdearest​ said: ❛ you don’t have to keep me company, i’m fine by myself. ❜

“oh WALBURGA. you wound me so.” a CHARMING smile forms on his plush lips as he tilts his head to her. “you’re a delight to be around. besides...this wine is DIVINE.” 

[draconare]

she turns, sharp         towards the girl who has just spoken. she flinched, true, when a flash of blue came out of their professor’s wand. but it is not fear; surprise only, at the novelty and the heat. “ i’m not scared ” she retorts, shooting down the student with her eyes.

margin  of  lips  twitching  to  form  a  timid  smile,  small  segment  of  fear  vanishing  with  every  passing  moment.  admitting  that  she  purposely  avoided  the  cast  of  spell  was  her  clandestine  secret.  keeping  her  curious  mind  occupied  always  worked.  “still,  i’d  be  no  shame  if  you  speak  about  it”  small  shrug  whilst  twinkling  pupils  followed  the  teacher.  no  idea  of  what  just  happened,  rather  with  mischief  at  the  very  least.  “what  was  that  spell  again?”  one  step  closer  to  the  other  student,  she  was  almost  reaching  her  shoulder. “yer  a  slytherin,  of  course...  pardon  me.”

[pistolslinger]

hello my name is margaux and kit young once accidentally bought me a drink :')

TELL ME ABT URSELF 💖

HELLO????? PLEASE EXPLAIN THIS IS AN EMERGENCY

[conjvring]

   “These things sneak up on me for no reason, these flashes of irrational happiness. It’s probably a vitamin deficiency.”

@mctherdearest asked:  ✐ (for lucius)

[prioriincantatem]

@mctherdearest​ said : ❛   you  betrayed  me .  ❜

“I didn’t.” Andromeda’s voice is strained as she looks at her aunt. Her resolve had been so strong when she’d gotten into the argument with Druella, she’d felt a rush of satisfaction when she’d burned her own face off the family tapestry. Good, she’d thought. I don’t belong here. And she’d left. 

She’d left in a rush that day, but she’s back now, when she knows that her parents and sisters aren’t home. Grimmauld Place feels less daunting now, like less of a prison and more of a ghost. She’d packed her things from her room, and when she’d turned to leave, Walburga was there. She puts her suitcase down.

“I had no choice,” she says. “I know what Bella’s been saying. It’s not true.” She knows Bellatrix’s hatred for Ted. She knows that word has gotten back to the family that Andromeda had gone to the Tonks’ house to stay there after leaving. But Ted’s her friend, nothing more. It hurts to think that her family believes she’s truly that shallow. “This doesn’t have to be the end, Aunt Walburga. I don’t want to lose you.”

[fallencrowns]

@mctherdearest​  ||  lyric starter call.        ↳   Devil Devil by MILCK

❝  How quickly they do sell their souls for the feast and the promise of gold.  ❞  That was how he viewed the modern Purebloods. Greedy little things usually. Leaning against his desk, Salazar stared down at the student before him. Speaking of Purebloods in regards to history was a DANGEROUS topic, especially for him. He let out a sigh, fingers tapping on the edge of the desk in thought as to how to continue.  ❝  From my research, the Purebloods of today are nothing in comparison to those in history. If you would like the BLUNT truth, they are far more concerned about status and privilege. Back in history, it was a question of merely SURVIVING. Concern for Muggleborns was concern for their Muggle relations. If they said the wrong thing, it could lead to a witch hunt. It would not be WISE to make a comparison between any sort of modern witch and wizard and those in ancient times. Most everything done in those days was for their own survival. Far more DANGEROUS times, you see.   ❞  

[magnefique]

* @mctherdearest. / black, walburga: "do you wanna stay with me tonight?" to orion black

"what do you propose we should do?" he doesn't answer, at least not in words. orion simply walks toward and sits beside walburga, adjusting his position on the settee a few times to feel more comfortable. part of him wonders if this is, perhaps, improper, seeing as they aren't married just yet. but the wedding is right around the corner, and he can't really think of a reason to protest the invitation. sooner rather than later, they will have to spend more and more time alone with each other, and he's not opposed to growing accustomed to her presence.

it's not bad, really. quite the opposite, in fact. orion thinks she's better company than he is, much more interesting and insightful. he likes listening to her talk, likes knowing what she thinks. and even if he still dreams of a sharp, dark-haired boy from time to time, as far as arranged marriages goes, he considers theirs to be fortunate. "anything on your mind, wal? you look..." orion asks, tilting his head to look at her fiancé squarely and gesturing at his own face. "— like you have a lot of things running through your head. care to tell me all about them?"

ask prompts. / accepting !