#spellwrites

[kindredbravery]

@spellwrites (x)

It wasn't often that Mary visited this bar. Actually, that was a lie. Since being qualified as an auror, she had been accompanying her auror mates more often on their nighttime celebrations. However, today, she was here alone. She took a seat on a stool at the bar, rubbing her tense shoulder. She had spent a few days on an infiltration mission, but the worst part of the mission was the paperwork. She reached over to the bartender, who had been approaching.

"I'll have the Dragon Barrel Brandy, please. Thank you." The bartender nodded and left. In her distraction, she hadn't noticed the woman beside her, who had been trying to order ahead of her. "Oh, sorry about that! Want me to call them over again?"

[thechosengryffindor-archive]

“That was nosier than I thought it would be.” - @spellwrites

"We're eavesdropping on an order meeting and you didn't expect it to be nosy?" He snorted, "Well it was about as nosy as I thought it would be, but that's what they get for trying to keep me out of it." He was tired of people trying to shield him from what clearly involved him. Thanks... for your help I mean. I couldn't have done it without you."

[muggleborndoe]

@spellwrites liked this for a starter (in a verse where Lily survives!)

"You really must be more careful. I'd almost say you like visiting the infirmary or me and Madam Pomfrey at the very least." Lily said, grabbing a particular potion from the shelf of ones lined up perfectly in the cabinet. She glanced the purple contents of it, making sure it was the right one -- the Wound-Cleaning Potion.

"Alright, there is no easy way to say this -- it's going to hurt. It will clean your wounds, but it will sting and smoke on contact. Are you ready?" She asked, opening the bottle and awaiting her cue to begin. "What were you thinking? How did this happen to begin with?"

[malfaith]

@iselwyn

Lucius is free temporarily of his cell. He never imagined that he would be stuck in such a small space for so long. Every stone on the wall is etched into his mind. Even seeing the face of a blood-traitor sitting in front of him is a welcome change. The instinct to try to retain what dignity he can has been long buried by bone-deep exhaustion. The pain has not worn off, only waxed and waned inside him.

Cygnus is lucky he didn't live to see his daughter betray him. If Lucius's own son behaved as she did, he would suffer for the rest of his life. She is a traitor, but then, so are we all -

Filthy nails sit on the top of the pristine table. Two are starting to grow back, but the one on his ring finger twists and cracks. Lucius pulls his hand back, putting the both of them under the table. "I heard from my lawyer you wanted to speak to me." He eyes her with cold grey, still miserable, defensive, endlessly humiliated. In the coming weeks, he and Narcissa and Draco will begin on their endless defense - the one that will, maybe, keep them out of this place. It's a small mercy his family is allowed to return to the Manor.

[malfaith]

@iselwyn

The pain potion is just starting to kick in when Lucius knocks on the door with his off-hand. The gash in his arm isn't the only wound, just the most disabling one - mostly closed with magic, but still leaking. Reaching for his wand hurts. It'll be tomorrow when the Healer he pays will be able to fix it all. His robe is still torn, fingers still bloody with his own and other peoples'.

This is his unenviable task, but one nobody volunteers for. It helps that he knows the deceased's family to some degree. In a few hours, he'll face the Dark Lord's judgement, and suffer if he's found at fault . . . or if the man is in a particularly miserable mood. The perils of responsibility. That, and this.

The door opens on place more warm and inviting than the cold night air. Lucius steps in, removing his mask with his left hand after the door closes. Sometimes there are no right words, only necessary ones. "Lucretia, you should sit down."

[thechosengryffindor-archive]

1. What is your favorite trope to rp?

6. Name 3 things you love most about your muse/muses.

7. What is one overrated roleplay trend?

i love a good romantic ship, i think thats a trend? i dunno.

I love how much faith he has in people, despite how he was raised, i love the complexity of being the chosen one- but that chosen status means chosen to die, and i love his sarcastic sense of humor

i dont know, i dont think there's any id say are overrated, but i mostly go with the flow haha.

[thechosengryffindor-archive]

❝ i'm not exactly quaking in my stylish yet affordable boots here. ❞ - from @spellwrites

"You think I care if you're scared?" Harry said dryly, gripping his wand- he knew enough to help someone stay alive, but he needed more- if he was going to be in charge of someone else he needed to be better.

The corner of his lip twitched with the urge to smirk as he raised his wand in a dueling stance, "And those boots aren't that stylish. They look burnt tires."

[thechosengryffindor-archive]

"GUIDE : sender has been injured, but their skills are needed to help with the muses’ current situation (an escape plan, tending a wound, or diffusing a weapon, for example). sender has to walk receiver through the procedure, all the while trying to stay conscious." from @spellwrites

"Bloody hell I don't know how to use this thing!" Harry protested, looking over at the other with a raised eyebrow- "What exactly do you expect me to do with this?" The battle didn't seem to be going well, and Imogen had taken a spell for him, which meant it was up to him too figure out how these bloody cards work. "Why did you make it so damn complicated?"