make me an offer I can't refuse

“Someone is obviously trying to up their classiness to impress insecure women….or they’re trying to drug them into a stupor. Either option is equally plausible.” Despite the sudden reminder of how shitty the world, and men, can be sometimes, Pandora swung her legs back and forth with slight glee. Her black skinny jeans elongated her legs even more, but still her outfit wasn’t exactly party. Her sweater paired with her black bralette and sneakers gave off a subtle “Come hither, but not too close because only to chat and have a laugh because despite my casual relationship with tall, dark, and handsome Antonin, I’m not really looking for casual sex.” This was the look Pandora usually strove for.

“Well, you need to. That pretty, chiseled face of yours can’t be damaged by a stupid altercation.” He looked so beautiful when he smiled. She wished he did that more. Antonin typically looked so dashing and serious. His smile made him more approachable and soft and truly beautiful. “I don’t ‘have’ my Lovegood. Xenophilius has been around for years. He’s just…intriguing now, but I’m not sure in what way.” She pondered for a moment. “Oh, I had to dismiss some shitty talk from Cora What’s-Her-Fuck the other day.”

Antonin frowned at the wine, giving it an experimental sniff. He winced at the overly sweet tang; “Well - definitely spiced. It smells like they added so much sugar, actually.” He shot her a smile, barely sparing a glance for her  outfit of choice - granted, when you’d seen as much of a beautiful person like her as he had, her clothing often went underappreciated. “So, am I to be your official poison tester, see if it’s drugged and if we have a reason to get a certain pretentious brat into trouble - or shall I ‘mysteriously’ shatter the glass?”

Slytherin; [x] 

For those select few who possess the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death.

“Well, I s’pose I shouldn’t hold my breath, then.” Pan could feel Antonin’s distaste for her attitude towards her….affliction. She knew it was no laughing matter, but so long as she avoids the source of the problem, there’s not need to mope about and dwell on it. Nevertheless, let Antonin be his normal brooding self. He was sexier that way, anyways “Okay. I trust you.” She held up the goblet to Ant in cheers but let it idle in her hands rather than sipping from it. She wasn’t thirsty just yet. 

“No need to accost anyone yet. Calm your testosterone and your masculinity.” The Eagle’s mind was so aloof and wondrous she’s forgotten all about the drink she’d initially offered. “Oh, some bloody younger year Gryffindor was trying to flirt with me and offered a drink. I took it just to get ‘im off my back, but I didn’t taste it, obviously.”

He raised an eyebrow at her, lifting the wine glass from her and placing it onto the windowsill. “Who brings wine to a school party,” he muttered, seemingly deciding he preferred the butterbeer he had collected earlier. Nodding in approval of her actions, he snorted. “Calm my testosterone? That’s a new one.”

Antonin was quiet for a moment. If she watched his face, she’d see a soft smile take over his features as he was lost in his own thoughts. “So aside from idiots flirting despite the fact that you have your Lovegood, has anything interesting happened lately?” he asked, leaning against the wall. There was no way his studied nonchalance wasn’t intentional.

museinspo’s aesthetic series  — the frat boy / lothario.

“I would never pressure anyone to do anything they didn’t want to….unless if was for their own good, of course.” Pandora rolled her eyes dramatically and snickered to herself. She smacked Antonin’s thigh and held on in a pestering and bro-like manner. “You need to let it go, Antonin. I can’t help that I’m a lightweight!” Lightweight wasn’t exactly the best term to use for her problem, but she also didn’t feel totally comfortable speaking openly about that dark part of herself in such a public venue. 

“You sure it wasn’t tampered with?” Pandora trusted Antonin completely. She could not count the amount of times Antonin had proved his loyalty and taken care of her. It was other people she didn’t trust. How long were the drinks sitting there? Did some dumb first year decide to spike it? Or put some date-rape drug in it? How could she know? “I don’t mean to be paranoid, I just want to have fun tonight…and not that kind of ‘fun.’”

He scoffed, rolling his own eyes. Pandora’s sense of humour was certainly peculiar; he was used to it by now. “I’ll drop it when she quits being obnoxious,” he assured his friend, obviously with the belief that Cora would never cease to be an annoying chit. Add to that some vague irritation that Pandora would dismiss her own problem so readily, well - the look he cast her rather than commenting on it spoke volumes.

“One of the prefects put them out for first years, so it should be safe - if not, then you know I’ll look after you.” Any negative mood on his part faded quickly; he pressed his hand against hers. “And someone will be getting accosted by me. But it’s too early in the night for someone to have tried that, anyway. How did you even get a glass of wine, Pan?”

Dave Vichich

Patronus: Coyote

Why: The coyote can be seen as power-hungry, as their ambition is what fuels them. They are stubborn and wildly expressive, often using this trait to make an impression on others. They start most of their relationships as a way to get something they want, rather than as a friendly gesture. They can begin to care about people after they get to know them, but at first glance they rarely do. They could be considered selfish, and to some they may also come off as cold individuals. The coyote is a complex symbol of humor, cunning, and survival; often portrayted as the ‘wise fool’, they tend to help people to see the truth in difficult situations. This patronus was chosen for Antonin due largely to the dual sides of the associated individual: that is, aloof and mysterios (a la how Gwenog Jones describes him), but with a good sense of humour and caring nature beneath that (consider his relationships with Fabian, Kathryn and Pandora).

Without warning, Kathryn started snickering. Antonin glanced at her, “What’d you find?”

She turns the photo around, shows him the picture of a younger him, dressed to best annoy his purist grandparents. “Why did I befriend you when you looked like this?”