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@vaillance
To: Draco Malfoy [text: 7:34 pm]: Hey mate, I’m finishing up that case file you asked me to and I’ll be on my way home soon. Do you need me to pick up anything from the store? Want me to make that barley soup you like?
TO: Longbottom, Neville
[text: 8:00pm] Get me some chocolate from the shop, and yes please Longbottom. I love that Barley soup that you make for me sometimes.
Lutter avec fierté pour affirmer ses différences et ne pas être, toute une vie, le pâle fantôme de ses envies…
V. H. SCORP
Fake Date
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@vaillance answered:“ Y-your what?!” Neville stammered as the slytherin girl spoke. He wasn’t sure which he should be more shocked of? Her bossing him into being her fake date or the fact the very same girl whom called him fat is actually speaking to him. He nearly dropped his plotted plant and quickly settled it onto the nearest table. His trousers were rolled up as well as his shirt sleeves. He was happily digging within the soil of the greenhouse when he was approached by Pansy. His face remained perplexed and he felt apprehensive. “ Don’t…you have Draco to be your fake date? Why not ask a slytherin boy?”
“My fake date,” she said slowly, emphasizing the last word, her tone was one a teacher might use while instructing a small child with learning challenges. “It’s an inter-house dance. Have you not been paying attention, Longbottom?”
Pansy gave him a not-so-subtle once over. “Draco is in my house and, therefore, ineligible.”
As she critically examined his potential, she decided he’d do. Longbottom had gotten taller, his teeth were still a disaster, he would be perpetually covered in dirt, but she knew that he would be a safe date. Pansy cocked her head at him. “You’ll need a makeover of course. And some training. But I hear you’re adept on the dance floor. That’s something.”
@vaillance
DRACO WAS certain he knew where Harry was holding his secret meetings. The room of requirement was a well kept secret, and like many others, Draco had done his digging and discovered the hidden room. While perhaps his hope of catching Harry’s secret group single-handedly had been a far fetched idea, he found something else instead.
Draco entered the room after requesting it’s presence. And upon revealing itself to him, he could hear the faint melody of a piano playing. Draco stepped further inside, looking around until he found the source of the music.
Draco opened his lips to speak, but quickly shut his mouth and leaned back against the wall, his leg kicked up casually. He wondered how long it would take for Longbottom to notice he wasn’t alone. For now, he’d enjoy the music.
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The school had been hell since Snape had taken over. Hagrid knew it was only a matter of days, if not hours before he too would be forced out, or worse. He was outside his hut in a massive rocking chair, as he saw some of the ‘teachers’ approaching a wandering Neville.
“Oi! Longbottom!” he grunted, spooking the vile staff Snape had employed “-c’mere!”
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The Three Broomsticks was packed that day, though it was not surprising considering the cold winds blowing just outside. People were flocking to the bar with their orders, eager to get their hands on something nice and warm. Margaery had only just ordered a Butterbeer for herself--Elinor had so conveniently forgotten to order enough of them--when she saw another student struggling with his order. He seemed to be determined to carry all six mugs on his own but wasn’t having much luck with it.
“Here, let me help,” she said, taking two of the mugs from him. “You’re Neville, yes?”
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