paradox

“ what a surprise. suddenly , you’re quite interested in conversing with me , “ the wix smirked slightly as dark hues roamed up and down aster. there had always been a sort of sexual tension between them but neither of them had ever crossed that line ; preferring to keep flirting but if the opportunity arose , flora wouldn’t say no. “ a forrest green or an emerald green ? maybe if you’re a good boy , i will model them for you , “ tilting her head to the side as she crossed one leg over the other. “ and yet you’ve never tried to get me out of my clothes . “

It wasn’t so much the miniature dragons that had her attention so much as it was the idiots that kept messing with them. Poe’s eyes scanned the surrounding area for her cousins. Though whether the twins were there or not didn’t particularly interest her. Not this time at least. This time it was Theo’s idiot self she needed to be watching to make sure he didn’t make a spectacle of the entire Graves family by meddling with the dragons and making something catch fire. But he was nowhere to be seen and before she knew it there was someone else meddling with one of them before they tossed the Hungarian Horned Tail absently before she could answer his question. Her eyes widened and her breath caught in her chest as the tiny beast landed in another’s hair and the witch only ran her fingers through it. Somehow managing to not be bitten by the creature that snuggled in their tresses. “Impressive,” she breathed, “Oh I have no idea how that might’ve even found its way there!” Poe batted her long lashes, placing a hand on her chest in faux innocence. “If that doesn’t work, I’m wicked good at memory charms,” she beamed, “My brother taught me how to make any professor forget their own name.”

“exactly like that,” he laughs appreciating how quick she was able to follow along with his request and affirming his innocence in case anyone nearby was listening. he turned to offer his thanks, but faltered, unable to think of who she was. aster wasn’t familiar with the blonde that happened to be witness to his mishap, sure he had seen her around a few times in the great hall or maybe even in one of the many aurelius corridors, but despite his best attempt at putting a name to the face he came up empty. “is that what you’re doing now?” he questions, her boasting a perfect excuse to his lack of memory. “i should know your name and yet i’ve got nothing, what a naughty wix you are.”

“no—to my delight, she forgets that she has a daughter at times,” pansy answers, a slight smile brightening her features. to anyone else, such a declaration is a woeful admission, but she’s never been close with her mother or father; with the latter dead, that leaves just one parent left to evade. “she certainly won’t insist on it. a shame that i have to gain a new father figure when i just rid myself of the last one, though.” a huff of exasperation leaves her as she settles further back into the plush chair she’s curled up in. pansy wouldn’t say she’s comforted by alister having a similar disfavour of his father as she does towards her mother, but it’ll surely come in handy having an ally to suffer in silence with for ‘family’ events.

“i find it hard to believe that anyone could forget about you,” he confesses with more truth behind his words than he should be admitting. only merlin knows how hard he’s tried, but the brunette in front of him demands attention, forcing her way into his mind without much warning. her smile plagues his thoughts, the way the right side of her lips curve higher than her left when she smiles, but only if she really means it which is a rarity to most. “he’s not much of a father figure so you won't be gaining one there,” he says, pulling himself back to the conversation. “maybe you’ll get lucky, i wouldn’t call him step father just yet. he might find someone else between now and then that fits his idea better than your mum.” women came and went in his father’s life, some with names worthy of more than a midnight tryst but rarely did he ever truly commit. he wonders if pansy’s mum will follow the pattern or if he’ll finally say i do and force him to rid himself of whatever feelings did or didn’t linger for the girl in front of him.

how his soon to be step sister got her hand on so many model dragons he’ll never know, but the idea appears to have charmed the entire guest list, himself included. he watches the way it comes at him every time he tries to touch it, moving around in the palm of his hand, trying to nip the tip of his finger. “feisty little buggers aren’t they?” he takes his attention away from the hungarian horntail for less than a second, but it’s enough for the small creature to pierce his skin. he hisses in shock, pulling his hand back all too quickly in a knee jerk reaction that sends the minute dragon flying into the nest of hair of a unknown wix. he can’t help the laugh that follows, reaching over for his companion as his fingers curl gently around their wrist and tugs them around to take cover behind the old oak tree. “if that turns ugly later, you tell no one about it. take it to your grave for my sake, yeah?”

open to: everyone location: pansy’s party, somewhere near the center of attention

as much as she loved participating, effie could see the merit in taking a moment to consider her surroundings. of course, the moment didn’t last too long, the wix incapable of keeping her mouth shut for any length of time. “i know we’re all very happy draco is still with us, but if we’re being entirely honest, he is not the slytherin i would pick as being the one with the potential for a modelling career.” the remark was made to no-one in particular, but spying someone standing near, effie fixed her gaze on them - trapping them into the debate. “don’t you think?”

the silence he’d sought out didn’t last long, he'd taken exactly two drinks from his goblet before effie's voice broke through his thoughts. it took another beat before he realized he’d inadvertently found himself near her side. “ happy is debatable depending on who you’d ask, ” he pointed out. “ i see several gryffindors who would rather this be a bon voyage.” aster took the needed strides to close the distance between the pair, draping his free arm around her lithe shoulders. “ alright i’ll bite, who would you rather see on the cover of wix weekly? roman? what about blaise? he seems like a bloke who photographs well. ”  

closed, for alister rosier. location, slytherin common room.

“i don’t know about you, but my mother didn’t exactly do me the honor of informing me about an engagement in the works,” pansy muses, in no way riveted or spellbound by the recent gossip pinging her wiztab that she lowers into her lap, gaze lifting to meet aster’s with her lips upturned in amusement. “do you think we’ll be invited to the engagement party?” @alisterfm

“did you expect her to?” he asked with genuine wonder. he’d known about the engagement, not from his own father but from one of the house elves who thought he’d be interested in the news, which he hadn’t been. “depends on how well we behave, or his mood, or the weather on the day of, or if your mother insists on it.” if they were lucky they’d be left out of all and any festivities regarding the engagement. “do you want to be invited?”

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being engaged to be engaged was something that flora always expected ; it was something that her parents had drilled into her from a young age. a respectable marriage to a respectable family. it would seem that some higher power had it out for her when she found out her future husband was cormac of all people. slamming her wiztab down onto the table , flora closed her eyes in annoyance before speaking , “ if my mother sends me one more article about wedding dresses , i am going to scream , “ opening her eyes , a slight smirk graced her lips as she turned to face the other , “ the fun part is choosing wedding lingerie. opinions ? “

by now aster had learned to block out anything that came out of flora’s mouth regarding her impending doom, or marriage, whichever she wanted to call it. he’d play through the motions, nodding after so many words and occasionally looking up from his book to meet her gaze. if she was able to tell or not she didn’t let on as she continued, finally pulling his attention to her. “are you offering to model them for me?” he asked perking up, shutting his book before setting it down on the side table in his living room. the pair had never crossed that invisible line, nor did he think they ever would, but he still enjoyed teasing at the thought. “i’m partial to the color green, but i think you’d look better in gold. or better yet in nothing at all” 

setting, viaduct courtyard, start of term festival. closed, for aster ♡ @vneficus​

a smirk spreads across harry’s lips when he arrives near the wizard’s chess club’s booth and spots aster not far away, sidling up next to him and raising a brow in recognition.  “ astro, ”  he greets, raising his goblet towards him before taking a sip.  “ hope you’ve spent some time over the summer practicing your chess skills. wouldn’t want your meager skills to get even rustier, after all, ”  he teases, always enjoying pressing the other boy’s buttons.

“it’s endearing the way you worry about me all year round, henry” aster shot back with a hand spread over his heart. “but  i’ve told you time and time again, i’m just not that into you. worry about another, i dont want to keep hurting you.” he said, reaching over with his free hand to gently pat his shoulder twice with feigned worry. over time the pair have developed a pseudo friendship where depthless insults were exchanged back and forth in a form of comederie. “if i let you beat me next game do you think it’ll help you get over your obsession with me? or am i cursed to be the object of your affection year round? be honest.”

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setting, viaduct courtyard, start of term festival. closed, for aster ♡ @vneficus​ 

aster is a sight for sore eyes after all of the chaos of the first couple of days of term, though lisa doesn’t do much more than give him a nod of acknowledgement when she first sees him at the festival, as she’s in the middle of a conversation with a prospective tribune member. she’s lost sight of him by the time she’s finished, and she shrugs it off, and doesn’t seem to encounter him again until about an hour later, when she nearly bumps into him on her way to the food tent to pick up a little snack.  “ oh! well, that’s one way to catch my attention. though if you wanted to be close to me, you could’ve just asked, rosier. ”