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Now THAT would be interesting. 

It just . . . doesn’t seem unreasonable to me that someone in the family would resent the trouble she has caused. Like yes, it’s great that Edward has found love, but at what cost? When Emmett showed up the worst that happened was he snarfled some people because he couldn’t control himself; that’s tragic but kind of expected of a new vampire. You can anticipate that. But everything that happened once Bella came into their lives: the James, the sudden move in NM, the Volterra incident, the newborn army, the horror show pregnancy, the confrontation with the Volturi all stem from Edward keeping Bella human. If he had turned her (and I’m not actually advocating that because they had known each other like . . a few months at that point and she’s 17 it would be unreasonable to commit to eternity!) none of these would have happened. Or if he hadn’t pursued her at all. 

If the situation were reversed, and Edward had found Bella in like, 1935 and Rosalie only found Emmett now as a human in 2005 and it caused all these problems like defeating a tracker, fighting a newborn army, several run-ins with that Volturi are we sure that EDWARD wouldn’t have been upset about it and the danger Rose was putting the whole family in? The danger she was putting Bella in? 

“She fell in love with a human. Classic Rosalie!” 

And now none of this is Bella’s fault exactly; I mean it’s not her fault James decided to track her. But at the same time if she weren’t around the Cullens could have continued their peaceful existence and not have to fight for their lives and put down a bunch of teenagers who had been turned into a newborn army. 

If you attack my son again, I shall ensure that it is the last thing you ever do.

Summary: When Draco is away, Lucius and Narcissa indulge their sweet tooth. Rating: G Warnings: tooth rotting fluff and cuteness Word count: 351 [ Read on Ao3 ]

Sometimes, when the fancy takes him, Lucius picks up a bag of Bertie Botts’ Every Flavour Beans.

Ever since he was a boy, he’s had a love-hate relationship with them, as he does with most things. But he hates to admit that he finds himself bringing home a bag of them now and then as an adult. Hoping to dodge the earthworm-flavored ones this time in favor of toffee.

When Draco is away at school, the Malfoy Manor is so quiet, so eerie with the long, echoing halls and Narcissa drifting somewhere along the corridors, too distant to ease the pangs of something Lucius will never admit.

Loneliness perhaps. A bittersweet twist of nostalgia in his gut.

With the bag lying open in Lucius’s study, the brightly-colored beans spill onto the darkly polished wood of his desk. The only spot of color in the room. Fiery reds. Lemon-sherbet yellows. And Merlin-only-knows what color that shade of pink belongs to.