*/ i can work with this

“could they?“ his forehead pinches with his doubt. “you’re too modest. but, ah. first years. if i could be a fly on the wall during their first few weeks of datda – we’d have enough material to keep us going for the rest of the season. especially the muggleborns. it’s like a toddler with a wand.“ he makes an explosive gesture with his hands.

as for alternative ways of stretching – “it’s an adult thing, sweetheart,” he teases, reading the doubt on her features. “and tripled? you’re a menace. your poor mother – how much hair potions has she bought to cover the white hairs you’ve given her? also –” he rolls his shoulders. “we’re in public, love. i can’t share too much details. but i have to behave now. engagement and all.”

“well. perhaps not, but they could definitely try.” the thought of the first week of datda has their nose crinkling. “i hate to think of what happens in those classrooms, my own memories provide enough nightmare fuel for my tastes. the poor professors though, having to deal with the explosive tendencies of those less skilled in wand magic. could never do it, myself.” 

“oh i’m sure,” she replies, disgust flashing across her face as the implications register in her mind. “i’ll have to stay silent on that matter, my mother is as elegant as parkinson lady can be. though her yelling about it will surely lead to fine lines in a decade or so.” thinking of the outraged face of their mother brings a small smile to their face. “ah yes, the engagement. my apologies, it must have slipped my mind but i should mind my manners.”

♡ _    ❝   YOUR GRANDFATHER TRUSTS YOU THAT MUCH?   ❞   it was meant to be a joke of course her grandfather would trust her - - - aurelia in his opinion was what he would consider ⌜   TRUSTWORTHY   ⌟ even if many disagreed with him. he also knew that it had meant a great deal to her, and he was ⌜   HAPPY   ⌟ for her.    ❝   WE WENT TO KOREA AGAIN - - - GRANDMOTHER ALWAYS COMPLAINS WHEN WE GO THOUGH, I DON’T KNOW WHY SHE INSISTS.      ❞   rabastan had rolled his eyes to show his distain, he loved korea but visiting cousins and aunts and uncles he only visited once a year was not the most ideal, he was sure rod would even agree with him there.    ❝   WE ALSO WENT TO ITALY, IT WAS MY PICK THIS YEAR, MUM DIDN’T LIKE THE GONDOLAS BUT THAT MAY HAVE BEEN BECAUSE I MAY HAVE TRIED TO PUSH ROD IN THE RIVER… IN MY DEFENCE HE HAD IT COMING.   ❞

rod whistles and makes a show of clapping his hands.  “you make spell casting look like art, parkinson. nobody can match your graceful spellwork.“ despite the fact that he’s profiting from her magic – it isn’t empty flattery. aurelia with spells is like a ballerina on stage.

“and i do enough stretching.” he winks, then slouches forward to rest his chin on the pillow with a drawn out exhale. “ah, paris. how many hearts did you break there? tell me you beat your kill count from last year. and my own summer was … more laissez faire. a little of europe. a little of asia. my family hoards quite a set of portkeys. let me know if you’d like to try one.”

she makes a show of pretending to bow despite being seated. “oh lestrange, i’m sure that they could with enough practice. well, maybe not quite, but they could certainly get closer. one of the first years gave themselves a black eye waving around their wand in class,” they scoffed at the mental image, examining their nails as they tapped against the table. 

@aureliaparkinson​​​ characters: rabastan * aurelia location: 

♡ _ the first week back was always a fun one - or rather, chaotic but fun in rabastan’s opinion. new housemates had joined them, he had been rewarded the role of prefect and the clubs were ⌜   FINALLY   ⌟ starting up again. having an uneventful summer meant that he was always looking forward to going back to school, and the people within it, even if - - - in his opinion most people there were rather irritating, the year was going to be ⌜   FUN   ⌟ for him, he surmised. especially when he had realised one of his fellow prefects was none other than aurelia - somebody he would consider a ⌜   FRIEND   ⌟.   ❝HOW WAS YOUR BREAK? DID YOU DO ANYTHING FUN?   ❞   he had asked, finding it hard to come up with a conversation starter - he wasn’t awkward by any means but finding the right words was a ⌜   STRUGGLE   ⌟.

Where: Great Hall When: Breakfast, second day of classes Who: Marisol && open

Marisol groaned to herself as she walked into the Great Hall and headed immediately towards the first pot of coffee she saw, with no concerns as to whether it was at the Hufflepuff table or not. Her head was pounding and her next stop would have to be whoever might be able to provide her with a headache cure but caffeine was a higher priority in the moment. “Excuse me,” she said, planning to lean over the person in the way of her and her coffee but instead she found herself rolling her eyes at judgement radiating off some of the students sat there. “Yes, yes, all the professors have said it. This is the most important year yet, but haven’t all the years so far been the most important year yet? This is also my last year and that means I want to enjoy it and if that means I’m hungover on a school day then so be it! Are you going to pass me the coffee or not?”

“would you?“

he’s clearly pleased to see her. rod isn’t fond of all the younger snakes in his house but aurelia he’s always liked. so he blinks away sleep at the sound of her voice, and grips the arm of the chair next  to him to drag it back, it’s wooden legs catching on the anatolian rug before finally sliding away from the table.

“i would do it but–” he raises his left hand and spins a finger in the air. “my wrist is tired. how was your break, darling?”

“of course.”

she moves the main piles of books into the space in front of the chair that he’s pulled out before pulling out her wand and swishing it in a graceful motion. with a quiet pop, the moleskin notebook was transformed into a fluffy pillow complete with a silk pillowcase. work done she stowed her wand and took a seat. 

“ouch,   aurelia.    careful  not  to  scratch  too  hard  with  those  manicured  claws    ⏤    we  wouldn’t  want  you  to  break  a  nail.”      

lily  tried  not  to  make  it  a  habit  to  pick  a  bone  with  randoms  after  the  unfortunate  incident  in  fourth  year.    that’s  why  debate  team  was  so  good  for  the  soul;   it  allowed  her  to  shed  every  clot  of  bad  blood  that  stuck  to  her  like  a  pesky  leech  between  meetings.    it  sure  beat  wack  meditation,   at  the  very  least.    however,   all  that  hard  work  was  undone  by  bumping  into  the  same  stuck - up  clone  that  had  their  stink  eye  set  on  her  in  the  club  outside  of  it.    in  her  domain  of  peace !      (ignoring  the  fact  that  lily  started  it.)

her  mouth  shriveled  into  an  ‘o’,   making  an  inaudible  ooh.      “you  got  me  there.    i  suppose  i’ll  just  have  to  settle  for  living  my  own  life,   with  my  own  plans,   with  my  own  spouse  of  choice.    what  a  miserable  existence.”

“oh, evans. don’t you worry about me, i’m sure you have other things to worry about.”

aurelia had long given up on trying to make nice with those outside of their social circles and honestly, catty exchanges of barbs were simply invigorating. they leaned in resting their chin on one of their hands, letting out a soft sigh at the other’s word. 

asleep – rodolphus is a better version of himself.

perhaps it’s because his mouth is shut (he often talks too much, and with too little substance). or perhaps with his face relaxed and the usual tightness in his jaw loosened, the fan of his lashes dark and his mouth slightly curled at the corners – rodolphus lestrange looks peaceful. as if he wasn’t capable at all of relentlessly teasing you or releasing subtly barbed comments with a flick of his tongue.

it’s better to leave him be. awake – rod is at least three times unlikable company.

it’s unfortunate that he’s sleeping on your books.

as if sensing the weight of someone else’s attention he rouses, gaze unfocused as it wavers on your neck before flicking up to the general vicinity of your right cheekbone. “are these yours?“ he lifts his head to pat the leather-bound cover of the top book. “let me borrow them. they’re comfortable.”

aurelia spent a lot of time studying – enough so that they had fielded quite a few comments over belonging in ravenclaw over the years. when she saw rodolphus sleeping on a pile of their books – which mind you that they had only left for a few moments – annoyance set in right away. 

there’s  a  single  eyebrow  raising  to  heights  unknown  on  her  face,   but  she  ignores  it  in  favor  of  tamping  down  the  smirk  on  her  lips,   eyes  lazily  following  the  offending  gesture  snapped  her  way.      “y’know,   that  sounds  familiar,   but  they  also  taught  me  to  bat  away  flies,   so  you  do  what  you’ve  gotta  do,  right ?”

she  laughs,   though  the  tension  tough  in  her  throat  makes  it  sound  less  natural  &  more  like  a  pebble  skipping  across  water.    (unfortunate,   cause  her  typical  hearty  chuckle  would  have  surely  caused  the  other  to  at  least  roll  her  eyes.    opportunity  missed  ⏤  well,   chin  up,  lils.    you’ll  get  ‘em  next  time.)      “that  would’ve  been  pretty  class,   i  can’t  lie.    alas,   all  me.    but  you’re  used  to  that,   i  guess,   being  the  lacking  member  of  debate  &  all.”

aurelia’s eyes rolled again before returning to the book in front of her. “well if you’re such a master in dealing with pests, than you should be aware of when you’re being one.” with an overly dramatic flip of the page, they offered lily a terse smile as if trying to will the other into going away. 

“it’s  a  new  dawn,   it’s  a  new  day,   it’s  a  new  life  for  me,   ‘n   i’m  feeling   …   like  this  energy  is  not  being  reciprocated.”      she  pouts,   lips  pushing  out  dramatically  to  seal  the  ‘puss  in  boots’  act.      “should  i  go  from  the  top  or  am  i  just  wasting  my  voice  and  my  time?”      she  pauses,   waits  a  second,   then  fingers,   of  their  own  accord,   go  to  knock  against  their  skull,   gently.      “hellooooo,   anyone  home?”      she  smiles,   like  you  would  at  a  growling  bear,   with  a  hint  of  concern  and  caution.

“did  professor  binns  suck  your  life  force  already?”      that’s  how  you  know  she’s  trying  to  throw  them  a  bone   ⏤   if  anyone  has  a  kind  word  to  say  about  the  worst  teacher  in  hogwarts  history,   it’s  lily,   even  if  it’s  out  of  her  ass  most  times.

“well, whatever made you think that?” she asks, not even glancing up from the book that they’re holding instead merely flipping to the next page. a hand flicks away lily’s, annoyance flashing across aurelia’s face as she turns to look at the other.  “indeed. say, did your parents never teach you about hands-off, respect on?”