BAD FAITH.

         Neville didn’t really want help, not at all.  

         With his bees was where he felt most at peace.  Nothing but soft buzzing in his ears and thoughts of a sweet reward at the end of the tunnel ( honey ).  He’d gotten rather good at it, too: Rarely did a honeybee attempt to sting him through his suit anymore.  They crawled around his deep-green suit curiously as he delicately lifted the racks of their home.  Of course, with Draco Malfoy present, he’d probably mess up. He always messed up when Draco was around— Just being in his presence made Neville feel like a real clumsy nutter.  

         But this was a favor for McGonagall.  Just as he had noticed Draco’s real lack of presence in class ( he always appeared troubled and rarely made nasty remarks at anyone anymore. . Was he all right? ), so had McGonagall.  She had requested that Neville show Draco around his beehives as extra credit: Allow him to observe the bees so that perhaps he’d be able to conjure up a small swarm of bees.

       At least seeing Draco in a beekeeper’s suit was rewarding.

                    “Hello,” Neville greets him, albeit rather glumly.  “I-I’m to help you with the bees today.  McGonagall asked me. A-And the bees are used to me, so. . “  He states the obvious.

@ofstar

     draco momentarily forgotten where he was. other obligations had consumed all his thoughts by now as the buzzing in the background became white noise. these  moments  would often seem to anyone else like  daydreaming  —  but draco malfoy doesn’t have the luxury of daydreaming. not at a time like this.

     the familiar voice coming figure in the beekeeper suit beside him had finally brought him back to reality ; the buzzing around him no longer sounding like static.

     typically, any time neville would enter his line of sight one of draco’s go-to insults for him would immediately be spat out. this time, however, he remained silent. his usual impulse to belittle others and place himself on a pedestal no longer held any value for him. the lack of insults wasn’t the only change to his demeanor. draco also lacked his usual lively energy. his theatrics that could rival even the most talented of thespians were gone. all that remained was an empty vessel to carry his family’s burdens.

❛     oh ,  sorry .  i’ll  move .     ❜  despite  saying  this ,  xe  stays  exactly  where  xe  is .  c’mon ,  surely  xe  could  have  it  once  …  harry’d  move  later .  maybe .  okay ,  probably  not .  but ,  to  be  fair  …  it  wasn’t  like  it  was  his .  legally .  well ,  probably .  xe  supposed  draco  might’ve  brought  it  from  home  or  something  just  so  he  could  say  that .  yeah ,  that  sounded  like  draco .

*     ♡     ───     @ofstar  caught  a  bunny.

                                       ❝     DON’T     touch  that,     she’s  pretty  an’  all  but  a  lil  touch  ‘s  enough  to  cut  ya.     ❞

@ofstar

    once again draco malfoy was going on about his hatred for harry potter in the common room. numerous times now she’s tried to block him out and focus on her studies, but the more he talked the harder the pounding in her head became apparent. “you know, for someone who hates harry so much you sure do love to have his name in your mouth. perhaps you want other parts of him in your mouth as well?” there was nothing she loved more than aggravating draco, so she smiled sweetly at him just to annoy him further.

“Draco, this is why you lose every fucking match to Harry Potter. If you just want to sit on a pretty broom like an idiot do it on your time and get off the team. A seeker on a slow broom is a death sentence. Your do you like losing constantly to a boy who barely even knows the rules?”

@ofstar gets a starter !

“ i wish i could have gone to ilvermorny , but i got taught by my coven . which i’m grateful for ! but i don’t like it when people consider us ‘ hippie ‘ witches , because we’re not . “

@ofstar  /  s.c.

         she  is  the  ANTI - THESIS  of  her  older  sister,  daphne,  everything  her  sister  is  not.  with  how  rare  her  parents  spoke  of  her,  astoria  can’t  quite  BLAME  anyone  that  doesn’t  recognize  that she  is  the  youngest  greengrass.   ❝   i’m  not  lying  to  you,  i’m  astoria.  daphne  greengrass’s  younger  sister,  i’m  sure  you’ve  met  her.  you’re  in  the  same  house  after  all.   ❞   other  than  being  in  a  different  house  ENTIRELY,  she’s  also  two  years  younger  than  all  of  her  sister’s  friends.  it’s  RARE  to  even  bump  into  any  of  them.

         ❝   is  there  anything  you  needed  ?   ❞

@ofstar  /  s.c.

         ❝   mr.  draco  malfoy,  er,  sir  ?   ❞   the  other  student  is  only  a YEAR  older  than  colin  but  his  surname  and  reputation  strikes  INTIMIDATION  into  the  younger  boy’s  heart.  he  fidgets  with  the  camera  in  his  hand,  gaze  DROPPING  to  the  floor  before  it  lifts  up  to  meet  draco’s  face.   ❝   we  need  you  at  the  field  for  a  team  photo.  you’re  free  to  leave  class  early.   ❞

     icy gaze snapped up from the book in front of him at the sound of his own name being called out. it wasn’t hard for him to discern who the other boy was -- the camera and gryffindor robes, combined with his  timid  demeanor made it pretty obvious that he’s the same boy that seemed to follow potter around.

     he’s on edge.  again.  and considering how easily margaery picks up on his immediate mood shift, his attempts at hiding it were feeble. his chest had begun to feel heavy from the rising anxiety, and before he even has the chance to start clenching his fists, the feeling of delicate fingers were at his wrist and travelling downwards to grasp at his hand. her hand was warm.  comforting.  not nearly enough to keep his mind from wandering, but just enough to help guide him through his anxiety attack. draco gently squeezed her hand in return as a nonverbal  ‘ thank you  ’.

There’s something about seeing him alone a few days before the holidays that tugs at her heartstrings. She likes to pretend that it’s this odd motherly instinct that’s taken hostage of her nature after taking in so many children; in truth, she’s found that Draco Malfoy has a way of tugging at her heartstrings in a way no one else does, unintentionally or not, and that she’d rather willingly ingest a canary cream instead of admit it out loud. To him or anyone else.

       “Spend Christmas with me,” she offers before she loses her nerve. Lithe fingers wrap around the fabric of his coat, tugging him recklessly closer to her, audience be damned. Her reputation’s taken worse beatings than being seen with a former Death Eater. “The castle gets lonely when almost everyone’s gone anyway. Unless you’d rather spend it with McGonagall or Slughorn.”

🌸 ❛ @ofstar​ liked for a starter / sc.

      returning to hogwarts after the war wasn’t the easiest choice for him to make. but despite everything he has been through, his education was something he still valued -- even if his presence was  unwanted  by a majority of the school. even everyone he once held close before the war, he now kept at a distance. his entire family had been outed as death eaters, and this only meant that anyone who chose to associate with him would be subject to the same cruel treatment he had been facing since his return.

“ I know exactly where I left them. Then I come back from the dorm and suddenly they’re gone. Now, there’s only a few people in Slytherin as petty and childish enough to nick them and you’re at the center of all of them. So either you did it– or you know who did.