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To Thine Own Self be True
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“I’ve been hiding who I am for a long time. Trust me, you get used to it.”
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“Good for you, Pansy. So very proud of you to discover your true self.”
“What’s with the tone? Are you telling me that you don’t have a masque you wear around the castle?”
🌙 [ AMARA ] liked for a starter (Roz)
❝ —— I know what it's like to have a brother who's a BULLY, as long as you're not like him you're fine by me. You don't seem to be like him. ❞
[ She shrugged, it wasn't exactly like she and DRACO knew each other very well, but as far as Roz was concerned she knew him well enough. ]
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Send ❤️ for a hug from my muse!
Lucius watched, unconcerned, as his daughter enteredthe library, no doubt having finished her last book and in search offresher reading material.
She said nothing to him, so he remained silent aswell.
Amara stood in front of one of the bookshelves,staring at it as if something about the very nature of the furnitureoffended her. She must’ve found something that interested her, butit was too far up for her to reach on her own.
Oh, well - if she really wanted it she could just askhim.
Lucius was about to turn to his own read when,without so much as a sound, one of the books in the higher shelvesleft is place and floated down, gently landing in Amara’s hand.
He let out an uncharacteristic gasp and leaped fromhis seat.
Amara had yet to show any magical potential - wasn’tit late? Draco had made plates explode before he was two; shouldn’tshe have manifested something; was it late? he didn’t know exactlyhow those things worked, after all; could she be…? - and then thereit was: not a bout of magic, but a controlled act, almost like shehad known what she could do for ages, and just had never bothered toshow it to anyone.
Lucius made his way across the room in long strides,falling to his knees by his daughter’s side and embracing herbefore she could think to protest. He had been sure that everythingwould turn out well for Amara – she was a Malfoy; it always did forthem – and he had never been around small children often enough toknow exactly when they were supposed to reveal their magic, but therewas this nagging voice in the back of his thoughts suggesting thatmaybe the worst would come to pass and that he should think aboutwhat to do it if it did happen.
He was glad he wouldn’t have to find out.
“We have to tell your mother.” He announced,pulling away from her and training his smile into something thatdidn’t show quite as much elation as he felt.
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“How should I know what is meant to work or not work? Your the potions master out of the two of us.”
“I didn’t mean it as an insult.” He clarified, already used to the fact that, well, everything he said sounded naturally like some sort of insult. “What I meant is, even if your work shouldn’t had come to the correct result, it did.”
“No wonder you are the Ravenclaw of the family. 10 points to Ravenclaw.”
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“ Have you seen Luna ? “ she keeps friendly demeanor towards the ravenclaw student. “ I’ve been searching for her everywhere. I’m running out of places to look. ”
&& UNFADIISM .
‘ ’ long way down and there's no way out --- still, i ache for the way we were. ‘ ’
“You know slughorn would probably help if you really are this stressed out it’s just potions, mate.”
Mission with auntie
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Bellatrix sits on the table in the dining room, sips red wine from a bottle and cackles. “Oh my dear, come and join your auntie!” she pours some wine into a glass and hands it over the table. “Your fathers favorite, from France! That pompous little peacock knows his wines...” she smiles, takes another sip from the bottle.
When she puts the bottle down and lifts her head, smile is gone. There is no joy or laughter in her eyes, only madness and darkness. “I got a mission for you. Small, simple task with me. Isn’t that lovely?”
