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her brows are furrowed in intense concentration, teeth worrying at her lower lip as she tries to decide between the two choices presented to her. she's so undecided, however, that she ends up calling another person's attention, if only to ask --

" sorry to bother you, but. um. which of these shoes do you think is better -- ? i've literally been standing here for about an hour trying to decide and i just -- can't. "

#miighthave #*verѕe: cαɴoɴ.#[ i don't know. she's probably shopping. or something. and asking strangers for help. nbd. ]#[ //falls down on you tbh. ]

( miighthave )

It has been a long day and an even longer night, and Daphne's hands shake as she raises a hand to knock on the familiar door. She knows what to find there--or rather, who to find. What she does not know is whether she'll be turned away.

The door opens and Daphne very nearly collapses in relief. Between the familiar eyes peeking through the crack of the barely opened portal and the beautiful, unmistakable scent of home, she feels safer than she has in weeks. She forces a smile, swallows the blood on her tongue.

"Long time no see, eh, little sister? Any chance you'd be willing to let me in? I think I may be in a spot of trouble." Understatement of the year. Daphne can't remember when she was last in shit this deep. "I wouldn't have come if it wasn't serious. A few hours and I'll be on my way. Promise."

Their parents, she knows, are gone. On vacation somewhere--it's their anniversary. Yes, Daphne has been gone a long while but she remembers still the important days. Sends letters and cards when she can. Misses them dreadfully.

#miighthave #[i'm thinking this could either be in my what if verse or]#[if you'd rather not that then a few years after the war?]#[daphne getting herself in trouble is hardly uncommon]#[i will follow your lead!!!]

miighthave replied to your post “bronze prizepack winner: iknowx”

( all of your icons are just s o pre t ty gosh wow )

ahh thanks bb

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thanks for helping me pick guys!

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miighthave:

meme.

one moment, she was simply walking to class, carefully holding her books in place, quietly & quickly moving between classmates, f l i c k e r s of people she knew, and those she could not be bothered to. the next, she was being jerked violently backward, and turning — greeted with the face of draco malfoy, in all of his bitter & unkind glory, her eyes focusing on the the slight smile on his features, confusion darting across her own, as she simply lets his hand hold onto her arm, simply allows him to drag her to the outdoors, her eyes expectant — her heart DEMANDING, but her words are stolen from her lips, unsown & unpicked before she has a chance to speak. questions bloom, and she is almost ready to speak them — her eyes meeting his as her lips part, but silence is her sentence, as it is from his hands that her curse is brought.

D R A C O F U C K I N G M A L F O Y then takes it upon himself, to cure her of the coldness in her heart, to destroy the hope and the brief joy she cannot deny she gets from his presence, with a simple twist of gravity. water. water is being poured over her head & it does not seem to have an ending, water is soaking into her clothes and her boots and her socks, a BRUTAL reminder of how foolish it was that she found herself in the company of such a boy. she simply stands still, fuming, as he adorns everything with the cold taint of ice — destroying what she had of body warmth. she’s still standing in the same spot minutes after, two eyes simply finding [ his ] and holding them there. eventually, she’ll reach up to push some stringy hair off her face, glaring at the snow-haired boy.

perhaps there is an amusing side to thus, and simply watching him will bring about such an idea. the very thought —- ! draco malfoy, standing in front, simply watching her right back, not moving, either.

❝ and what, may i ask —- did i do to deserve such a warm welcome, draco ?❞

she really likes saying his name, but he doesn’t need to know that.

INSTEAD, she’ll offer him a sort of scraggly curve to her lips, a brief but warm smile —- before she’s bending down, scooping up snow and she finds herself chucking it at him, feeling briefly breathless, briefly infinite, as draco malfoy, the idiot, gives her the first taste at what forever feels like.

ASTORIA GREENGRASS caught Draco's attention & nothing g o o d ever came out of that. She was doomed. Now, when someone, like in Astoria's case, caught the Slytherin Prince's attention, he made it his goal to get their attention right back, However, he needed to be clever with it, he needed to get inside her impenetrable mind that needed the correct implement to hack into. It was a tricky mind, yes, for when Draco spoke to her, it seemed quite certain she was made of ICE. That's precisely where got this w i ck e d idea from. With a giddy heart like that of a child on Christmas day, he found he already knew what present he would get this morning where the sun finally broke through the clouds that had blanketed the skies for a whole week as spring started to come through. However, the snow remained stubbornly across the grass, the slush only adding to student's uttermost dismay as they slipped. Draco found the girl whose eyes made him think the sky was captive in her irises walking down the corridor. His nerve was unfathomable and unshaken as his long- fingered hand went out, snatched her arm and tugged her back. He wondered if she caught the glint in his eye as he lead her where the light wind blew on their faces. There is a hesitation, though no words were said, before he goes to a bucket he conjured earlier, filled with w a t e r ----- it was only nature's doing to make it so cold , twice as brutal. He grabbed it, hoisted it up, and dumped it on the top of her dark hair. Flicks of water kissed his own face and splashed on the front of her robes but as he watched her hair sink down like black seaweed in front of her face, he let out a jolly laugh before moving his feet backward. There was a pause when she simply stared at him. A MOMENT OF WORRY--- SHE WAS GOING TO GLARE AND TURN ON HER HEEL, AND LEAVE, MAKING HIS EFFORT POINTLESS. However, she doesn't do that. Her voice comes out first, a teasing tone laced with i r o n y , causing him to smirk and raise his shoulders in a playful shrug.

❝ You see--- that's a good question. Perhaps you just needed a proper gift, you know, to say --❞

However that finish was going to end through parted lips and a bright grin, the world may yet to find out. For it took a second to say them, a bit captive by the curve of her lips that was a sight for sore eyes on Astoria's face that so far had been so perfectly MASKED not with falsehood, but with a hard expression. She had a nice smile, he figured, even when she was cursed with wet hair and her clothes wrinkled down her front. IT WASN'T THE SMILE --- it was the snow she decided quite abruptly to take into her dainty hands and crush against the sharp features of his face. Seeker's instincts tell him to dodge but he could only put up his hands a second too late, s t u n n e d that Astoria Greengrass had it in her. He spat, swiped hands down his face ( through the melting ice still remained on the sides ) and grinning once more.

#miighthave #para;#v: repeat 7th

to be honest, one of the things I love about scorose, is rose's dynamic with astoria. the amount of respect and admiration she has for astoria is kind of boundless to be honest. so much so that she's willing to deal with her idiot son.

#astoriagreensass #eagledsnake #miighthave #hc #tagging you all bc you're the reasons why rose and I love astoria so much

miighthave replied to your post: new verses!

( omfg rolf would be sO HAPPY to find out he had a grandson )

once lysander finds out we should do a thing! because omg grandpa rolf sounds so cute <3

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