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[ @theblccdtraitor​ ] mailed an owl! ( 🎄  for  our  muses  to  spend  time  with  one  another  over  the  winter  break . )

There was no going home this winter break. 

Theo knew that going home would mean an empty dinning room, with only the elves to keep him company. It would mean Fire Whiskey while listening to the Weird Sisters at a volume that his father never would have approved of. But who cares about what he approves of now that Coxius Nott was in Azkaban? But no...he stayed at Hogwarts with Draco. Draco wasn’t leaving and Theo didn’t exactly blame him. After all, leaving would mean going back to a manor where the Dark Lord was currently residing. It wouldn’t be a pleasant homecoming.

“You tosser, stop hogging the Fire Whiskey.” Theo grumbled, snatching the bottle from his friend’s hand, bringing it to his lips and taking a swing. It was warm and the burn down his throat was now a pleasant reminder that he was alive instead of a rude invasion. His head leaned back against the couch, his eyes closed for a moment. He was itching to grab one of his cigarettes but the smell wasn’t one that his fellow Slytherins were found of.

“You think those elves will be coming soon with food?”

[daedaluscried]

“Her hair reminds me of the one safe place // Where as a child, I’d hide // and pray for the thunder and the rain to quietly pass me by.” Sweet Child O’Mine — @theblccdtraitor (Draco and whichever muse of your choice!)

" I'm... I'm really sorry, " Luna was awkward with these kinds of things, these kinds of small apologies and comforts, " I'm sorry ... you were hurt when you were younger. " Luna knew, perhaps better than most, what was being implied there in those words. If the little Slytherin girl was a little more brave, she would say as much.

[ofblackskies]

@theblccdtraitor​ said: You have already done all of this and will do it again. (for Tom, Deathless starters)

     Tom looked Draco in the eye. From the first moment he’d seen him, he had been able to tell he was a Malfoy. He had also been able to tell that he had a soft heart - even if he hid it well. It was a talent of Tom’s, to tell a person’s true nature. A talent that Voldemort had long lost. Along with his nose. Both of which Tom intended not to lose.

     When the blonde boy had informed him of who he was - what he was; what he would do and had done (in both orders) it had taken Tom a moment to digest it. How had things gone so… astray from his original plan? Hogwarts Professor. Minister some day. Not child killer and soulless villain. He wanted to be the saviour of the wizarding world - not the one to bring about its demise. But the elder version of him seemed to have broken at some point. Seemed to have found a new reason to keep going.

     It wasn’t power. Tom had always wanted power. No. It was something else entirely. Something that it didn’t seem anyone could truly tell him. Something he would know unless he told himself in some way. Something he wasn’t even sure he wished to know.

     “We shall see, young Malfoy.” Tom responded after what seemed like a decade’s worth of silent moments. “I am not as… unpredictable as my counterpart. The only thing he has to live for is power. That’s no way to live, is it?”

[auriibus]

@theblccdtraitor asked ; 😕

Usually Eris paid little attention to her scars, they happened years ago and there was little she could do to change or hide them. She was hiding in the prefects bathroom, trying to do something with her newly short hair that could cover the one poking out the top of her shirt when she saw Draco appear in the mirror behind her. "You shouldn't skip dinner, Draco. You need to eat. You're thin."

[noxfurem]

@theblccdtraitor​ sent :   ❛ i don’t know when love became elusive. what i know, is that no one i know has it. ❜  for Ginny

PROMPTS & MEMES   /   ALWAYS ACCEPTING

          “THAT’S PRETTY DRAMATIC, don’t you think, Malfoy?” Ginny’s chin rests on her knuckles as her brown eyes appraises him, takes in the sharp slopes of his cheekbones and the sleek angle of his jaw. Running into him was the last thing she expected to happen to her today, but life likes to remind Ginny Weasley that it cares very little for her preferences. No surprises there. “How about your parents, don’t they love each other?” She raises a fiery brow and swirls her spoon into her drink -- hot cocoa, to stave off the cold -- before setting it aside and taking a careful sip. It’s sweet, perhaps too sweet for other people, but that’s how she enjoys it. “Love likes to take it’s time,” she finally says, dabbing a napkin at the corner of her mouth. “-- it likes making people wait, making people suffer. It’s a bit of a pain in the arse like that.”

[swanqiu]

@theblccdtraitor liked this post for a moodboard — draco and cho, postwar au.

“ Trust is, by Draco’s definition, a very foolish and very brave thing. He’s not a very foolish person, but he’s not very brave either however, the thought of someone trusting him, even marginally— it scares him as much as it makes his chest fill with warmth to near bursting. He’s not the type of person that’s trusted, not anymore, maybe not ever, save for now. ” — quote from this thread.

[theoamatus]

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Draco frowned, looking away from Nott with an expression crossed between a grimace and a sneer before it smoothed into a more contemplative one.

“I can assure you, a relationship can’t measure up to a strong glass of vodka, or any alcohol for that matter,” Not that he had much relationship experience to begin with, but he wasn’t going to go around just announcing that. “Do you have any— just, anything?” He turns towards him fully, pushing his hair from his face, a stray lock curling behind his ear.

“Anything I Conjure doesn’t quite get the job done.”

Theodore raised his eyebrows again as he heard Draco’s statement. He wouldn’t agree with him but he didn’t bother to argue with him about this topic. He could only imagine how long conservation it would be before they would find some kind of agreement  — or maybe one of them would storm out before they had an agreement. Who knew what could have happened. A quiet chuckle escaped from his lips when he heard about conjuring alcohol. It wasn’t a surprise that it wasn’t the same thing  —  people could do amazing things with magic, but it couldn’t replace everything. ❝ Uhm — ,❞  he muttered thoughtfully, turning his head towards a cabinet, raising his hand to his chin and he puckered his brows. If he was being honest, he wasn’t even sure what he had  — he hadn’t looked into that cabinet for a while.   

❝ I think — I think I might have some whiskey and gin. And a few different wines. ❞ After a short thinking pause, he told the options to Draco, and turned his head back at him, lowering his hand from his chin. ❝ Anything you would like to have?❞

[daedaluscried]

@theblccdtraitor​

“ Do you want to hear how loud I can sneeze? “ He doesn’t even wait for a response. Cole is already pinching a bit of skin on his septum, trying to cue a sneeze.