you're a germ

You ain't going to heaven. Cause i'm dragging you down to hell. Where's mum and dad so you can tell them that you're a dodgy fucker as well? Thorfinn Rowle ᛫ 25 ᛫ Slytherin Alumni ᛫ Death Eater ᛫ Sacred 28 ᛫ Montrose Mapgie Keeper ᛫ Troublemaker

[mxtthitt]

[thundrstorms]

ofvanities:

      “Quite the contrary. I believe you need a great deal of arrogance to actually do that. People are actually way more adored when they die than when they’re alive. You’d be pretty much a rockstar.” There was no denying Thorfinn had a bunch of people who admired him, and followed him everywhere he went. That was the life of a pureblood heir, she supposed. It was the life her parents had wished for her as a little child, showering her with both compliments and money, giving her every single thing she wanted. It was what she had wanted too, as she walked down Hogwarts’ hallways with Narcissa and Evan, believing she was the queen of the school when she was merely another subject. She had realised that eventually, perhaps a little too late. She tilted her head, with an amused smile. “Is it, really? Wow- you’re complimenting now? Are you feeling all right?” Emma chuckled. “Thanks. I try. I promise I’ve got nothing personal against your face. It’s just the easiest way to distract you; but it’s actually quite decent.” There, a compliment of her own, it was only fair after all. She nodded. “That must be hell. All the expectations. My dad is my manager, but he doesn’t understand a thing about the game so he can’t really criticize me. He’s constantly telling me I should improve my public image, though, you know, being savage on the pitch and a true lady out of it. I guess I can still work on that.” And probably flipping the bird at the referee every time they made an unfair decision wasn’t the right step towards that particular change. What he said next had her smiling fondly. She wasn’t sure whether to actually believe that or not. He seemed way too comfortable with his lifestyle. However, he did look sincere. “I don’t believe that. You like being popular way too much.”

Emma rolled her eyes. “That I don’t believe either. Evan is much more your style anyway. You both like to play games with people. I’m not like that. I don’t think I have the mental capacity to be like that.” Sometimes she wished she did, though. Maybe she could be more like her friends. She laughed as their conversation shifted to marriage. It was a topic no pureblood or society member seemed to like to discuss, with good reason obviously. “At least you have one parent that wants you to marry someone you choose. Mine are growing desperate. I thought they were going to stop after what happened but they have made it their mission to find me a husband sooner rather than later.” She shrugged. “I already know I have no choice in the matter, so I have accepted it. As long as I can keep playing, I’m fine with a loveless marriage.” It was a bitter thing to say for someone her age, she understood, but that was how life worked among their circle. She laughed at his next words. “Yes, yes, I’ll practice with you if you so desperately need it, but be warned, I’ll bring my bat just in case.”

“I mean, I don't doubt that I’ll have one hell of a funeral and the press would mourn me like crazy. But what’s the fun of being a so-called rockstar if you can’t enjoy any of the royalties?” Thor quizzed with an amused laugh, “I think I’ll stick to siding with the living, I have more fun that way.” He finished off his whiskey as Emma continued in their conversation, swiftly ordering a top-up from the barmaid. If he’d set foot in a pub then he had no intention of leaving the place sober and that was a true Scotsman way of reasoning. At her inquest, a smirk sprawled across Thorfinn’s face. Here was his chance, he could endeavor the flirtations again, especially since she had taken the compliment so well. “Shit, I did compliment you,” he began, leaning in and placing Emma’s hand to his forehead, “have I got a temperature? Merlin knows I must be going insane.” The grin remained stuck on Thorfinn’s face as she’d return a recognition of her own, this one about his appearance rather than Quidditch performance. Thor quirked his brow, sitting up straight and letting go of Emma’s hand, “Quite decent?” he questioned before taking another sip of his drink, “I mean if you were to ask me it’s more than decent, but that’s not the point. Now I’m worried about your health, has the ale gone straight to your head?” His responded in a teasing nature. “Oh it’s bad,” he agreed, “but I suppose it also has its benefits. There’s no way I’d be anywhere near as valuable a player if it weren’t for him, he keeps me on track of my goals and helps fix my performance issues before they become catastrophic to my career. Just don’t go telling him that, if you think my ego is bad then you haven’t met him.” He tilted his head at her statement, giving a small shrug of his shoulders, “being an heir is effortless, whilst on the other hand, I devote hours every day to being a good Quidditch player. I’d much rather be recognized for my hard work than my name, even if it meant no more riches or galas... actually I’d love to have no more galas.”

Thorfinn leaned, making fixed eye contact with Emma before his gaze would fall observantly to her hand, letting his little finger graze hers. “Sure she’s my style in the head fuck area, but that’s not everything I look for in my company. Oh please, it’s in everyone's capability to be annoying. But if anything I'm glad that you’re not like that, people that want to mess with your head are just that, headaches. It’s why I get on your nerves so much, I’m good at pressing people’s buttons,” Thor mused with a grin. “You’ve accepted it that easily? I would have thought you’d be the sort to put up a fight, cause a right old scene in front of a suitor just so you never have to see them again- of course, I only assume that because that’s exactly what I used to do. You know, around the age of nineteen I didn’t like a girl so much that I had a firework explode from her pasta, it was hilarious, she was covered in spaghetti,” Thorfinn had told Emma in a humorous tone, he was good at making jokes out of things, one of his many talents was turning dark situations laughable. “Deal,” he said, holding his hand out for Emma to shake in agreement, “I’ll try to behave my best so that you don’t need to use it, but obviously, no promises.”

[thundrstorms]

location: Thorfinn’s apartment time/date: 1:37am, October 12th status: closed to @implacablealecto

Thor hadn’t expected it to go this far, in fact, he didn’t imagine either of them did. It was typical these days for Alecto to tease Thor, she’d strip and tell him not to touch her, she’d nibble at his ear after a couple of drinks but usually, it would end with Thorfinn frustrated and Alecto leaving with her conventional amused grin spread across her face. But not tonight, after her clothes had found their way throughout various rooms in the apartment and lips grazed needily over bare skin, the previously engaged couple had found themselves in Thor’s bed for the last couple of hours, and Alecto had become the first person to bed Thor since his run-in with Azkaban. He’d wait until she was finished to come back up from the sheets, placing gentle kisses from her lower abdomen and trailing them up to the pressure point on her neck and lightly grazing his teeth over the point.

He’d always been more intimate physically after sex, where he’d usually rather do a million other things than cuddle up to a girl and kiss her, in these moments it would become his priority. But of course, Alecto had known that too well. Thor let himself fall to the empty side of the bed, exhaling what admittedly had been a sigh of relief. “I’d almost forgotten what that felt like,” he mused, stretching over her to grab the pack of menthol cigarettes from his side table. “Would you like one?” Thor asked, with a cigarette already hanging from the corner of his lips and he held one out to the woman. 

[thundrstorms]

location: Pureblood party in London time/date: 11:30pm, october13th status: closed to @likearosier

It wasn’t arranged to be a big gathering between the Pureblood community, in fact, the event had only invited those families with European heritage. The sacred twenty-eight had their traditions, and the pureblooded families from elsewhere on the globe had theirs. Of course, with the Rowles being of Norwegian descent, that landed Thorfinn one of the first on the invite list. But the elitism of the party didn’t make it any less extravagant. The huge sparkling chandeliers hung from the ceiling reflected continuously in the mirrors that coated every wall in view. And there, sat in the middle of all the minging and clinks of champagne flutes was the only Rowle heir himself. Thorfinn had arrived early, only due to his mother’s demands. Sat in his perfectly pressed tuxedo, lacking his usual leather jacket and signature sunglasses. He was there to impress. Boredom and his early arrival had only resulted in one thing, and that was an unimaginable amount of alcohol being dissipated to help numb the pain of having to be the presentable successor of Thaddeus this community had always anticipated to see. In fact, in terms of associations and reputation it hadn’t been too dry of an evening, he’d already made connections with multiple Norwegian and French families, his mother would certainly be proud. 

As the familiar face approached, Thorfinn’s expression grew a grin that spread ear to ear. It had been hours since he’d spoken to someone he knew and if it weren’t for his intoxication he certainly would have been running back to Edinburgh to his local pub that he’d always raved about so much. “Evan!,” Thor exclaimed, polishing off the last few drops of golden champagne at the bottom of the glass and holding out his arms to the woman in an inviting manner. “Thank Merlin you’re here,” he’d grab her hand and pull her onto the sofa next to him, the smell of multiple alcohols evident on his lips and he’d press a kiss of the back of her hand. “Were you forced to be here too or did you choose it? Because I hate to tell you but,” Thor lowered his voice, leaning carefully to her ear, “it’s just a load of monotonous Europeans exchanging contacts and trying to sell their horse-faced daughters to families with a good name.” He leaned back, ushering a house elf to top up his glass, “but what’s new?”

[thundrstorms]

ofvanities:

      Emma rolled her eyes. Of course witches were interested in his antics. He had that bad boy, mysterious musician in leather jacket vibe to him, and everywhere he went he looked much more like a rockstar than a quidditch player. It was obviously attractive, and it would even have been to her at some point if he hadn’t been so set on antagonising all the time. Or perhaps it had been her? She couldn’t really recall when or why her rivalry with Thorfinn had started. However, when she spoke again, her tone wasn’t annoyed but playful. “Maybe you should fake your death or something. That works for some people.” She chuckled. “I’m only kidding. I don’t think your coach would appreciate that. Unless you play with a mask on.” She tilted her head. “Now that I think about it, that wouldn’t be half a bad idea. That way you could protect that face you like so much.” She was surprised to find herself actually listening to him, interested in what he had to say. It wasn’t something she was going to admit out loud any time soon, but maybe there was more to him than what she had initially thought. “I think that’s what appeals the majority of the audience beyond quidditch enthusiasts, and that’s why they’re trying so hard to push it like that. It fucking blows, but it’s the price we have to pay, I guess?” She shrugged. “I don’t know. Sometimes I wish I could step away from all this bullshit and just play quidditch.”

She thanked the barmaid as well and took a long swig. Truth be told, hard alcohol wasn’t really her thing; but she could handle ale like a champ. All those victory parties with the team had helped her formerly awful booze tolerance. “Nah, you’re actually pretty decent company when you’re not behaving like an ass; which is most of the time so I’m still not sure why I’m being the exception right now. I thought you were only friends with people like Alecto Carrow and Evan. Wait, please tell me you’re not on drugs and you’re imagining that I’m Evan because the only thing we have in common is that both our names start with an E and we were both Slytherins.” She laughed. “Are you going to miss that when you elope like your mother wants?” She drank from her pint again, a smile on her face. “It’s a nice place. I like it. Very… warm.” She shrugged. “Practice, actually. My team is resuming training a bit earlier than the rest.”

“Dare I say it, I believe I might be too vain to fake my own death,” Thorfinn mused with an amused laughter. His ego could give a girl with the surname ‘Vanity’ a run for her money. It had begun when he was younger, being adored by most of the pureblood women who would tell him how gorgeous his hair and big brown eyes were. It entirely intensified when he had turned eighteen, then the women had begun flirting with him. His whole life was a beauty pageant and thus had left the only Rowle entirely self-absorbed. In fact,  his drop in self-worth was one of the very few beneficial things that came out of Azkaban, at least for the people around Thor. His brief imprisonment had grounded the young man when he felt like he was completely untouchable. At least now he had a sense of reality. “Well you know, being a keeper I do get headgear but I suppose I wouldn’t mind something to shield my face. Especially when I’m playing against you, your aim is lethal,” there it was, presumably the first genuine compliment towards Emma that had ever come from his lips, it wasn’t even meant to antagonize her and in the moment Thor had barely noticed he'd stated it. “You make a valid point. I believe you agree, with your father being your coach, you can never run away from their criticism. Mine would hate me doing that, what makes it harder is he used to the Keeper for the Kenmare Kestrals. The number of rants I get per quidditch season about my performance, you wouldn’t believe it. I’m surprised my ears haven’t fallen off yet.” Thor took another sip of his drink, watching Emma observantly as she spoke. The corner of his mouth rolled into a subtle smile at her words, eyes lighting up with complete recognition, “you won’t like me saying this, but you and I are in extremely similar circumstances. I’d sell my whole fortune and name off in a heartbeat if I could just be referred to as a successful Keeper for once rather than a bloody heir.”

Thor’s brow raised in the astonishment of her words, he was certainly making direct progress in his mind. After all, this time last week Emma would have never of referred to Thorfinn as being ‘decent company’, but then again if she had then he would have undoubtedly taunted her about it. It was a learning curve for him, he’d essentially bullied Emma from childhood and now he was here trying to lure her into liking him. “Maybe I’m bored of pompous pureblood women,” he mused with a big grin, making sure to keep eye contact with Emma as he did so. Of course, that wasn’t true. Thorfinn couldn’t afford to be exhausted of such a stereotype, to do so would mean he may as well leave the comfort and protection of his society, not even he could afford that with all that was going on. “No, I’m not stupid, I know you’re not Rosier. You and Evan couldn’t be anywhere further apart from each other. I can’t even picture Evan flying on a broom and playing a match, she’d probably break a nail and sue me for it, something like that,” he chuckled. As the conversation developed to his mother's wishes of a marriage, Thor couldn’t fight the appearance of total disgust that washed over his face. “I will miss it, yes. But thankfully no families of the sacred twenty-eight are interested in wedding their daughters to an ex-convict, guilty or not. My mother’s expectations for my future bride are still sky high, it should buy me some time before she has to start looking at international heiresses. Meanwhile, my stepfather wants me to marry for love,” he shuddered, “If I’m lucky, maybe I’ll avoid it entirely. I can’t say I’ve ever been lured in by the concept of a union.” He tilted his head curiously, the Magpie’s captain had still been unsure when to restart their practice, “consider yourself lucky, I’m going out of my mind with boredom. Maybe you could be so kind to practice with me sometime? With Quaffles though, not bludgers. You don’t score goals with bats.” 

[cillmurphys]

Shalom.

[taeminnix]

Matthew hitt by Chad Moore.

[thundrstorms]

ofvanities:

      “You do?” His reply took her by surprise. Why was he being somewhat nice all of a sudden? The whole thing was getting more and more suspicious by the second, and that only fuelled her conviction that she needed to discover what this was all about. She needed to remember that Thorfinn was friends with both Cassius and Alecto, and any of them could be behind this. Cassius had even threatened to destroy her reputation for no reason other than his own fun, so send his mate to pull a prank on her didn’t seem like something that was past him. Still, if she wanted to have any chance of finding out what the guy next to her was planning, she needed to control herself and try and be polite. “Thank you.”. She said, as she listened to what else he had to say. “For someone who doesn’t like gossip you seem to be on Witch Weekly a lot.” Emma sighed. “But I understand. Sometimes reporters can be difficult. I don’t know if you saw the article about me last week. It was supposed to be about quidditch and they ended up saying a bunch of stuff about my fortune and what my dad does? My manager is preparing a press release about it, but I mean, my father is my manager so I don’t think people will take that too seriously.” She tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, looking down at her feet, then at him again. “I’m sorry about your dad, by the way. And that someone revealed that information without your permission. It blows.”

Her voice was soft, and empathetic. Besides her feelings towards him, no one deserved to be the victim of that kind of gossip, she understood that. The apparition was swift, without any trouble. Most quidditch players were used to sudden movements. What she wasn’t expecting was the abrupt cold that hit her when they got there. She had brought one of her leather jackets, but it became clear it wasn’t going to be enough for the Scottish weather. Instinctively, she scooted closer to him for a second or two before she realized what she was doing and she pulled away altogether. “Sure, yeah, it’s fucking cold out here.” She muttered as she walked into the bar. Truly she hadn’t been in Scotland that many times before. Only for games with the team and back when she attended Hogwarts of course. The place seemed nice, like a typical pub filled with noise and music in the background. She looked around, slightly fascinated, as the brick wall regenerated behind them and the red door closed by its own. “What? Oh, yes, no, just a regular beer for me.”

“Of course,” he assured her with a nod. It was apparent to him that he was really going to have to push his modest side, his natural arrogance and cocky flirtations weren’t going to get him anywhere with Emma Vanity, that was very much evident. He couldn’t blame her, she was surrounded by other Quidditch players like himself, Emma had probably worked up a tolerance for the stereotypical sportsmen formality. Then, clearly, there was the bonus add-on that Thorfinn had never been the kindest towards Emma, not only were they rivals but he had connections with a handful of people that wanted to completely despised her. It was really no wonder the woman wasn’t keen to go for a drink with him. “I don’t know, I think I’m just easy to write about and it turns out a lot of witches are intrigued by my antics,” Thor explained, although the comment sounding boastful his tone certainly wasn’t. “I did see that actually, myself and my stepfather were discussing it over lunch the other day. It’s very peculiar to me that even the Quidditch magazines are now resulting to gossip to attract an audience. Unfortunately, with people like us a lot of the time our fortune ends up being more interesting than our careers. Being basically the heir of two bloodlines, I would know. My mother adores it though, it’s basically free advertising for future elopements,” he’d laugh at the last part, scrunching up his nose. It was evident that Thor had no interest in engagements. “Don’t worry, it happens.”

Thorfinn nodded at her drink request, he’d never actually bought a woman a pint before so this arrangement was growing to be more and more alluring. Hell, at this rate he wasn’t going to be shocked if the smaller woman could equally out drink him and leave him passed out under a table, a scene that had certainly happened before in this pub. Ordering a pint, he paid the barmaid and thanked them with a charming grin. Turning back to Emma, Thor handed her the beer and took a sip of his own drink. “So,” he began, “I’m not doing bad thus far right, or are you still considering sprinting out the door?” Thor smirked, setting the crystal cut glass back down on the countertop. “We always come here after a match, me and a few guys from the team. All the married players run back to their spouses whilst we drown our sorrows or celebrate our victories with far too much firewhiskey,” he explained to Emma, he thought it’d be best giving an explanation to why he’d brought her there. It was his favorite pub, even if it was literally hundreds of miles away from his apartment in London, it still managed to remain his local. “You were going to bed early, I noticed. Have you got big plans tomorrow that I’m going to spoil with a hangover from hell?”

[thundrstorms]

implacablealecto:

Alecto shrugged. “As you wish. I think I could totally take them. Not in a fair fight, obviously, but maybe during sex, maybe while they’re sleeping. No one said I was going to make it clean - what would be the point, really?” Everyone knew how powerful Yaxley was. She might have been reckless, but she wasn’t stupid enough to really antagonise her betrothed like that. “I don’t know how you do it. I think I would off myself if I had to follow someone’s orders to keep my life in check. Especially Rodolphus’. Be honest, what do you think will happen when he wins the election? He’s going to be just like Lord Voldemort but the boring version. That’s why you need to side with Bellatrix. Someone’s got to stop him eventually, or we will all die of stillness. And you know she’s the only one with enough pull to control that guy.” 

Perhaps it was her admiration for Bellatrix talking, but something told her there was no other way. It was either that, or run away and stop fighting altogether - a possibility she had considered more than once if she was being honest. Thorfinn’s reaction had her smirking in a second. She knew him - and pretty much all men - well enough to notice the effect she was having. “Oh I know. It’s funny that most people think it’s the boobs, when the secret weapon is right there on my face. Don’t go telling anyone my seduction secrets though. I have a reputation to uphold, or a lack there of.” She chuckled, then rolled her eyes as Thor kept talking. “I assure you it’s going to be shit. Worse than shit, because I bet she’s one of those people who believe they’re wild in bed.” She batted her eyelashes and started making what could have only been described as a really poor imitation of the other woman. “Look at me, I’m a lady, all primer and proper on the streets, but I will drive you crazy in the sheets.” She snorted. “That’s just an excuse boring people make to feel better about themselves.” She cocked an eyebrow, never capable of backing down from a challenge like that. With a little shrug, she finished her tea and took a bite of one of the pancakes before turning to Thor once again and unhooking her bra, casting it aside. She leaned in, almost close enough that her body would touch his but not quite, and snatched the cigarette out of his hands. “Surprise!”

Thorfinn laughed, obviously he was amused that she had already considered theories of killing Yaxley. But then Thor knew he well enough that he wasn’t phased by it. It was simple to acknowledge that this was a perfect example of how the woman's mind worked, she was a born natural at playing dirty. “There would be no point,” he chuckled in agreement, taking a long drag on his cigarette. “I do it because it’s a way of survival and that’s the only thing that matters to me at this moment in time. I just want to live my life, I’m sick of the consequences of war. Of course, there’s a side of me that enjoyed it, I’d be lying to say i’m not twisted, but you know it’s more complicated than that for me, Lecs. I don’t know, maybe I like the concept of things being more monotonous. Like I said, I just want to focus on my career these days, or at least try to before the storm inevitably swallows me whole all over again.- besides, Rodolphus favors my spontaneous attitude and violence. I think that sort of shit I pulled just used to piss Bella off. It’s obvious to me who I need to side with.”

“That’s because most people are idiots and only see what is obvious, there’s a lot more to you than just your body that is alluring, Alecto. You just have a talent for attraction, your voice, your eye contact, it’s everything, it just works very well together,” Thorfinn commented with a modest, frustrated, sigh. “But I’ll stop humoring you, it’s clear to me that you already knew all of that or you wouldn’t be as good at it.” He rolled his eyes, a passive glare being shot at the woman as she pressed on with the subject. “If I didn’t know you any better I would say that you were jealous that I’m giving Evan attention. Don’t be too concerned about my intentions with Miss Rosier. It’s just a game of cat and mouse, it’s all it’ll ever be, it’s probably why I find it fun. I’m like a child when I can’t have something, it just makes me want it more even.” He continued to gaze at her observantly, and in his own mind doing remarkably well at keeping his hands to himself. Instead, he merely proceeded to bite down on his bottom lip, admiring the curvature of Alecto’s figure whilst humming softly, “and now you’re teasing me now too. Looks like it’s all come full circle.”

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 winetovinegar:

“It depends on what you consider luck. Some people would say I’m very lucky that no one wants to hire me; it means I’ve got a shit ton of free time for new hobbies, maybe meeting people. But my wallet and my depression say otherwise. No one really wants to hire someone who, you know…” Peter shrugged. He didn’t know if it was better or worse that he was so self-aware lately. It was making it really hard to blame anyone for not wanting to give him even the shittiest job no one else was willing to do. He was angry about the whole situation, of course, but he didn’t really feel like he had much of a right to be as angry as he was. But he was starting to get desperate, to the point where he was seriously considering begging Malfoy for a job. “If you’re going to do an intervention for me, can it be catered? If someone’s going to try to pry my flask from my hands, I at least better be getting fed,” he said, deciding to ignore the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach even at the joking mention of his mom.

He was ready to object to Thor throwing his only half burned cigarette down on the ground, was all but ready to literally get down and pick it up, pretty much no shame left in his blood, but Thor’s sudden arm around his shoulders stopped him. As they started off, it also succeeded in making him very aware of how nice it felt to be touched by another human being, even just casually. “I do remember those eyebags. Honestly, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to burn such a sad, unfortunate image from my brain. But look at you now, no bags in sight. I think all of yours transferred over to me. I don’t mind, though, as long as I get to see that young, fresh face of yours,” he said reaching up and giving him a rough pat on the cheek.

Maybe he was right, maybe it was best to just try to forget about the whole thing and start really living again, in a way he hadn’t really done for years. Thor made it sound easy, and all too appealing. After all, how hard could it be to live in the moment when he couldn’t even imagine a future for himself anyway? The key to proving he was still worth the trouble to the other Death Eaters was a long shot, and without that there wasn’t much else left for him. Even Thorfinn had a future because of his name and his skill, despite the little Azkaban mishap. But what did Peter have? Nothing, besides the here and now, without a way to bring the Dark Lord back. “Alright, okay, I’ll try not to be such a downer, I’ll try to have fun, before I inevitably turn up dead, with traitor craved into my forehead,” he said with an overly dramatic sigh. Luckily, the topic of dessert was a good momentary distraction. “Dessert? No expense spared, even for little old me. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were fond of me,” he teased, raising an eyebrow.

“Now that’s certainly not my own personal perception of luck, Pete,” Thorfinn began with a laugh, scratching his head in thought. He couldn’t possibly fathom what Peter could be doing with all his free time, with no money and few real friends, Thor could think of nothing worse than being unemployed in Peter’s position. “Humour me then, mate. Tell me what else you get up to with all this free time that you have, because if it were me, I would have been driven to the point of absolute insanity by now. Like seriously what the fuck are you doing, wanking 24/7?” he taunted, taking out a cigarette for himself and lighting the tip. “You know, sometimes I think the only reason you stick around with me is because I’ve got a full fridge and a house elf that will make you anything your heart desires. But sure, the intervention will include snacks at very least.”

Thor couldn’t resist laughter from escaping his lungs, as he did so a small trail of smoke would exit from between his lips, he had a strange sense of humour in that sense, “tell me about it, I looked like an inferi or some shit like that. I’m just glad the papers never managed to take a picture, that would have haunted me for the rest of my fucking.” It was a common concern of Thor’s, his appearance in public as a Quidditch star had to be reputable. His manager had always hounded him for weeks over articles that caught him hungover looking a complete and utter mess or even worse, snorting unknown substances at the back of bars. “Young and fresh is what I do best, I’ve got to keep up an appearance after all or Skeeter will write some dreadful article about how my father’s death has sent me down a road of sex and drugs. Some bullshit like that.”

“Sounds like as good a way to go as any, Pete! I mean I’ve always been one for the dramatics myself and that would be some way to die.” Thorfinn smirked, raising his brow and looking at Peter. “I mean can you even imagine the headlines? All the interviews with your past friends? It’d entertaining to say the least, maybe you should just fake your own death to see what would happen,” he suggested sarcastically. Although thinking about it, he wouldn’t be surprised if Peter had ever considered it before. The other man did like being off the radar and death would be the ultimate way to do it. Nonetheless, Thor wouldn’t push it. “Fond of you? Don’t get ahead of yourself. Having you as company just really helps to make me look good. There’s a clear contrast, you see? Like black and white but with cool and... dorky.”

[namiiswan-archived]

[thundrstorms]

@ofvanities

[thundrstorms]

ofvanities:

      “The fact that I don’t have a bludger here with me doesn’t mean I can’t fucking punch you Thorfinn. I told you not to push it.” Emma was desperately trying not to wake up her parents as she stood at the Manor’s door next to Thorfinn. This was a situation she never in her wildest dreams had imagined she was going to be in. She couldn’t for the life of her figure out what his game was. The first time he had asked her out, she had thought it was just a prank. But then it had happened again, and again, and then a letter had come. What was he trying to do? And worst of all, why was she humoring him? Mostly it had been the shock of seeing him outside her window at night, while she was wearing only an old oversized quidditch jersey and her underwear, getting ready to go to sleep. She had practice in the morning, and yet here she was. 

There was another reason Emma had finally caved and accepted his invitation though. Truth was that she was curious; she wanted to figure out what was his deal, and if he was trying to pull a trick on her - well, pretty much like any legendary game in quidditch history, she was planning on turn around the result and make him regret it. “You’re late, I’m already changing my mind.” She rolled her eyes. “But fine, let’s go to Scotland. The last thing we need is press recognizing us and another cover of Witch Weekly next week. Oh wait, maybe you’d like that. Please tell me you’re not trying to get more press by pretending to go out with me or some shit like that. I’m no gossip material, you know? I’m a serious player.” Despite her words, she huffed and linked their arms together.” 

The grin stayed firmly on his face, solely because Emma’s response to his flirtations was far more entertaining than he could of hope for. Forcing a neutral expression, Thorfinn raised his brow with an approving nod, “fair enough, then I retract my comment.” Perhaps this wasn’t going to be that painful after all, as his attentive gaze washed over the woman. She certainly wasn’t sore on the eyes, somehow her messy bed hair and one swipe of lipgloss over full lips complimented one another. Emma wasn’t the usual prim and proper girl he’d habitually had a taste for, she was unconventional and that made her intriguing. He might even be attracted towards her, might be, Thor wasn’t going to push the theory any further than that. “Already?” Thorfinn asked, comedically stretching the word, “bloody hell, I better hurry up then before you run back in.” He grinned, “Actually, I would hate that. I don’t appreciate gossip when it comes to my personal life. I put on a persona for the press, they love it and it gets me more fans. I do, however, like to keep some things private, despite popular belief. For example, I unmistakably wasn’t the one pouring my heart out about my father to Skeeter, someone I know must’ve talked. They pay quite a bit of money for little facts like that, the reporters. I don’t doubt your professionalism, Emma.” he shrugged.

Once she took his arm he apparated them both with ease and with a loud snap they were no longer outside the Vanity Manor but stood in an alleyway in Edinburgh. Instantly the northern climate had hit and the bitter cold was evident in comparison to the southern weather. Thor hadn’t pulled his arm away, he’d wanted to test how fast she would be to take her hand back, his stepfather had continuously spoken about the importance of body language when he’d first been engaged to Alecto. Tapping rhythmically on the nearby wall, the damp bricks would gradually evaporate to unveil a perfectly painted red door and above a classic pub sign hung. Only locals knew about the hidden bar, Scots always did prefer to keep the English tourists out. As usual, trying to play the gentleman act, Thorfinn opened the door for Emma and motioned for her to step inside, “lady’s first, if you stand out here all night you’ll probably freeze to death.” He smiled once again, this time more friendly. The Scottish accents were evident in the air, just how Thor liked it, it was always favorable not having the voice that would stand out in a room. Leading her over to the bar, he’d order himself a glass of whiskey before turning to Emma, “You don’t strike me as a gin and tonic lass, what would you like?”

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[ofvanities]

thorodinon :

Heathers, 1988.

@thundrstorms

[greensarrow]

No fighting!

[thundrstorms]

Location: Emma’s house Time: 10:37pm Status: closed to @ofvanities

It was quite the spectacle and certainly not the typical thing Thorfinn would come up with in an attempt to get a woman’s attention. He wasn’t used to putting so much work into his flings, it was a new concept to adapt himself to. However, after Emma Vanity had turned down his verbal request for a drink on three separate occasions and also ignored his owl, it was certainly time to up his game if he ever wanted to fulfill his debt to Alecto. That and protect his ego from the rejection. Although admittedly It didn’t take much of planning, in fact within half an hour of the idea popping into his head, there he was. On his broom, tapping on Emma’s window with the theory that she couldn’t say no to him after he’d go to such extreme efforts. And sure enough Thorfinn was right, it was probably the shock that finally made Emma agree to it but clearly, he was going to blame it on his good looks and a stellar personality. 

With his feet back on the ground, Thorfinn rested the broomstick against the wall as he waited near the front door for her to get changed out of her pajamas. As the door creaked open, he offered the woman one of his signature brilliant smiles, the kind you would see in the editorial pictures that accompanied Witch Weekly articles. “You know I’m almost sad to see you out of that Quidditch jersey, you looked adorable,” he mused, biting his bottom lip in anticipation for Emma’s reply to his blatant flirting. “So I was thinking, let’s avoid the usual dull London pubs like The Leaky Cauldron and go up the country to a more familiar territory, for me at least,” the last part was particularly important, he was clueless to how well Emma knew Edinburgh. “Scotland has better whiskey anyway, it’s a fact,” his tone was unusually pleasant and inviting, it was the kind of voice he’d use when he wanted to charm someone into getting his way, so it suited the situation perfectly. Thor held his arm out to Emma so they could apparate together “Shall we go then? Before you change your mind.”

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implacablealecto:

“Fine, no more prison conversation before or after 11 am; but I just want to say, if Yaxley ever dares to do that to you, I’ll kill them. I did set a girl on fire just because she threw water at you before sex and she ruined your night.” Alecto hated Azkaban, she hated what that place had done to her friends, and she had long ago decided that she would rather die than go there. If people wanted to catch her, she was going to make sure they never did it alive. “You do know the reason he got you out, because he wants to have you eating from his hand. It’s obvious, and you shouldn’t give him the satisfaction. Look, I’m not saying you should kill the guy or anything, just don’t think you’re here to serve him because you’re not. He’s a piece of shit, and you’re so much better than him.” 

She rolled her eyes. “I know, idiot, but you haven’t seen my innocent act in a long time. Besides, I’m not sure it would affect you the same way it’d affect Fenrir but fine- if you insist.” She made an annoyed face, moving her legs off him and sitting straight. She fixed her messy hair, twirling it around until it seemed almost tamed. When she spoke again, her voice was soft, whiny even. She leaned in, her index finger going down from his jaw to his throat, stopping on his chest - and the she bit her bottom lip, pointedly, seductively, it was what usually got them. “I don’t know what it is about you Thorfinn but-”, her voice now trembled, hesitant, portraying an innocence she clearly had lost a long time ago. “I can’t stop thinking of you fucking right here on this couch.” With a chuckle the act was over, and she returned to her previous position. “So? How was that? Are you feeling horny at all?” She shrugged. “I don’t usually get to the begging. I’m brutal, but impatient. You know me.” She rolled her eyes. “That’s what you get for chasing after girls like Evan Rosier. I bet you’re going to fuck her and find out she doesn’t even know how to give head and you’re going to be so frustrated. And of course I’ll get to tell you I was right all along.” At his words, she simply smiled and her shoulders went up in a nonchalant shrug once again, as she just took off his jersey, only her underwear remaining. “Do you want to re-visit the boobs or is this enough?” 

“I’m flattered, Lecs, but if that does happen, which it probably won’t, I’d rather you didn’t attempt to murder your husband-to-be. There’s a slim chance that if you tried that then they’d fuck you over first and I don’t want to be accountable for your demise, even behind bars. That shit would really drive me to insanity. Besides, if it were to happen getting them out the picture wouldn’t change anything so it’d be a waste of your time just for a bit of vengeance. Especially if I can’t be involved,” the last part triggered a grin on Thorfinn’s face. He didn’t want to kill Corban Yaxley, in fact, he didn’t care if they were dead or alive, it was all the same to him. But any notion of abolishing someone seen as higher up than himself or an authority figure was particularly alluring, it continually had been with Thor. “Clearly, but I’m not going to be an idiot and act like I’m all high and mightier than him. I just want to play Quidditch and sleep with some girls and get drunk a few times a week and if I have to follow Lestrange’s orders to keep my life partially mundane then I will.”

“I do very much insist,” Thor pushed teasingly, his grin becoming smug as the woman shifted into a poised position. It was true, it unquestionably wasn’t going to affect him as much as it would Fenrir, he’d seen this whole routine before, but nevertheless, it managed to have him stirring in his seat. “You know-” he began, exhaling a quiet laugh from his lungs, “it’s how you bite your lip like that that gets people riled up. So yeah, definitely horny but when am I not?” Thorfinn tilted his head and rolled his eyes at Alecto’s next comment. Somehow these days it was always coming back to Evan. Truly, he didn’t know why he put in so much effort. Either way, he knew it would either never happen or as his friend had just said, he’d built up his expectations too high in his head. But he simply couldn’t halt with his flirtations towards the other woman, the second he couldn’t have something it sent him to the point of insanity, it was childish behavior but then that was to be expected from Thorfinn. More importantly, Evan Rosier knew exactly how to keep his interest going. “If it’s shit then it’s shit but there’s also a chance that she’s fucking astounding and I’m not going to give up on my progress now. It’s like I said, I’d fuck anyone at this point,” he laughed. His gaze remained observantly on Alecto for a moment as she took the jersey off, jaw clenching as he reminded himself not to touch. Brown eyes flickering back up to meet her’s, he shrugged before taking another drag on his cigarette, “surprise me, Carrow.”