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[mistermalcolmbaddock]

Smile for the Camera!

@the0nlygrangerbookworm

It had been a few months since Mal had a breather from work, but he was at last in Hermione’s studio with his kids attempting to obtain a decent family photograph for the manor’s portrait gallery.  “Where do you want these rugrats?” he laughed, turning to grin at the brunette photographer he’d come to call friend.

[tnott]

[ Hinc Lucem Et Pocula Sacra || Closed ]

University. Theodora knew it was necessary - vital, even, for her future plans and goals. Still, leaving home so soon after losing her father had been a difficult decision. Giving up her spot at Cambridge, however, would have been absolutely idiotic; the history and archeology programmes there were top-notch. If it meant moving halfway across the country - well. She’d move halfway across the country.

As it was her first year, she’d been given a place in one of the university’s residence halls, where she would share a room with one Hermione Granger, a girl from London. Unlike Theo, who had moved in the previous day, Granger had yet to arrive - likely because she didn’t have as far to travel.

After eating breakfast, tidying up, and some time spent pacing back and forth, Theo finally settled with one of her textbooks to pass the time until her roommate’s arrival.

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the0nlygrangerbookworm:

"I can't believe it," he stated looking down at the accusations listed upon the Daily Profit. Truth be told he truly could believe it. The Daily Profit was about as equal to a muggle gossip tabloid. Rita Skeeter was at it once again, claiming that his family was up to something involving the Dark Arts... It wasn't until he claimed he was innocent that the accusations finally slowed down. 'The Daily Profit must not be making as much rounds as it used to...'  he thought. He was sat in a cafe where he could feel the eyes glaring at him, feeling the remarks bleed through his veil he was desperately trying to hide behind. His hands crumpled the paper placing it roughly on the table nearly nocking over his coffee. His actions only drew more eyes to him. He had enough, he grabbed his cup and walked out the door looking at his feet. It wasn't until he ran into a woman that he looked up. "I'm sorry, I don't-- I wasn't looking..."    

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THE0NLYGRANGERBOOKWORM said: amg this is amazing! Why don’t we write together?

We used too! we should!! :)

[the-ferretboy]

It had been seven months since the Battle of Hogwarts.   Hogwarts castle, gutted by magic that had crumbled its ancient walls, had been restored. Children were returning to school, paging through their textbooks and scampering around the hallways as though nothing had every happened, as though no one had ever died there.  The Ministry had quietly ended its Muggle-Born Registration Committee, which was quickly commissioned as an example of what happens when wizards go bad by those magical historians who tried to make a moral lesson of all of this.   Everyone was beginning to forget and to rebuild... to bury the dead and the memories of those horrible things done in a time of war... Draco's world, however, had somehow stayed nearly exactly the same.

Draco actually hadn't found house arrest to be particularly terrible.  The conditions of his agreement with the Department of Magical Law Enforcement stipulated that he couldn't leave the perimeters of Diagon Alley, but he hadn't found the lack of freedom to be particularly burdensome.  It wasn't like he had anywhere else to be.  His home had been raided by Aurors months ago, and every semblance of a personal possession had long been stripped away as evidence of his parents' war crimes.  Azkaban was fuller than it had ever been. 

The dingy room the Ministry had rented out for him to stay in whilst he awaited his trial wasn't luxurious, but he preferred it to the cold and dark room that he had to himself in the Manor.  He would often lay on the molding mattress and listen to passerbys as they passed his inn.  Sometimes, he would pretend that he was out there with them.  Sometimes, their laughter and gossip was the only thing that would let him sleep.

And on this particular day, Draco dragged himself from his room in search of a meal.  Sometimes he forgot to eat and sometimes he didn't eat on purpose.  He wondered how long it would take before he rotted away.  He wondered how long it would take until they would find his body.  

He dropped a few sickles on a counter in front of him at a restaurant he didn't care to know the name of.   The man behind the counter seemed to recognize him and brought him a sandwich without saying a word.  Draco brought it quietly to his mouth, chewing for a moment before a startling thought popped into his mind.

His trial was a week from now.

He swallowed hard,  unsure of how this realization should make him feel. A sort of numbness had long ago creeped into his bones, and his only thought was whether the Wizengamot would show him mercy and let him pick a cell in Azkaban next to his parents.  

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"What's wrong?"

MEME; SEND ME “WHAT’S WRONG?” AND MY MUSE WILL TELL YOURS WHY THEY ARE UPSET.  { closed }

❝  They broke up with me. ❞

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Its okay I’m going friday to infect my boy so it shall be all good!

haha, I'm going over my sickly boyfriends tomorrow, so we'll see if I get sick. 

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the0nlygrangerbookworm replied to your post:the0nlygrangerbookworm replied to your post:My...

I do all that shit and I’m still sickly. Effing Auto immune diseases and that rubbish…

That sucks :( I'm sorry, I hope you get well soon!