p e r s e p h o n e

“You can thank my dad for that. He taught me and my brothers to value hard work, and showed us how fun the muggle way could be. He also introduced me to a lot of muggle gadgets–” Greta grinned, “like a milking machine.” The witch laughed, not able to help herself at the way Persephone scrunched up her nose. It was… adorable. “You probably should still learn the hard way, though. And it’s not gross. It’s natural. And the goats don’t mind it at all.”

persephone pouted. “please don’t make me touch goat boobs. please. i’ll wipe their butts, okay? i’ll wash them and put them in clothes but don’t make me do that.” she whined, like a child, stomping her feet. “i’ll iron. i’ll clean. i’ll even attempt to cook. please, no.” she said, dramatically, holding onto her friend’s arm and pouting up at her.

“Smoking…?” Greta’s eyes went wide. She didn’t know why the comment caught her off guard, as she was well aware of Persephone’s love of shopping. And dresses. Tight, sequined dresses with plunging necklines that looked amazing on her– but the farmgirl couldn’t imagine herself wearing one. “Please don’t set me on fire, Persy.”

“oh, darling, don’t you worry. it will be all others that will be on fire.” she said and looked over greta’s body. she hadn’t really looked at her in a potential hotness way. she’d always been just the fun friend but looking at her now did have her notice that well... that bosy should be shown off a bit more. “but i don’t want to make you uncomfortable. we’ll keep the neck line way above nipple height.” she jokingly said. “so... tomorrow? can you give me... three hours? just you, me and the city.” she said with a wiggle of her eyebrows.

“I feel more sympathy for her. She’s going to have to see you there all night, knowing she can’t touch you. It’s got to be like torture, truly.” Greta gave her a little grin as she sipped her tea, but then it faltered. “What… exactly do you wear to one of these things? If I showed up in any of the dresses that I own I’d probably be laughed out of the place.”

persephone laughed and sipped her tea. she’d put honey in it, she had a bit of a sweet tooth. “who says she can’t touch me? i’m sure the mansion has a lot of spare rooms.” she said with a wiggle for her eyebrows. 

she sat up straighter at the mention of dresses. “well, then, i’m taking you into the city to go shopping.” she said with a grin. “oh, you’re going to look smoking after i’m done with you.”

“You don’t have to get all up in arms, red, it was just a suggestion.” she grinned, “we can start packing you up tomorrow, and then once you’re all settled in I’ll teach you how to feed, milk, and clean up after the goats. They prefer it to be done the muggle way, and I guess I can’t blame them.” Greta shrugged, “there are a lot of things that I prefer to be done by hand, actually. It comes with the territory of having a parent who’s muggleborn. And sometimes getting a job done by yourself is just so satisfying.”

“well, alright, blondie but just so you know me and the floo network will never go together peacefully.” she insisted.

she listened to greta and got a bit of a conflicted look. milking, touching goat boobs... that sounded so disgusting. “uhm, milking? i don’t know if i can do that, that seems very gross to me.” she explained, wincing. she had just said she’d do anything but she would love to feed them and would even clean up after them, but milking just seemed so... intimate... with a goat.

“it’s nice that you appreciate the non-magic way of doing things, though, that makes me feel less weird when i do things without magic that wizards just use their wands for.”

“  it isn’t the farm itself  ,  persy  !  the thing i’m more shocked about is the goats  .  where are you going to get them  ?  bananas or not  ,  i fully support your decision  .  after all  ,  you didn’t judge me when i decided i was going to tame dragons out in romania  .  ” her lips quirked up into a smile as she raised her glass  ,  half-full of firewhiskey  ,  and took a drink  .  “  how’s it been ‘round here  ,  lately  ?  i got back the day before  …  everything went down  .  you didn’t get hurt  ,  did you  ?  ”  mary’s voice had lowered  ,  the almost too crowded bar acting as an effective sound barrier as she talked to persy  .

persephone frowned. “mary, greta already has goats. we don’t have to go get them.” she told her and took a drink of firewhiskey. “i still don’t understand why you like dragons. they’re big and scary and deadly.” she said and shrugged. “nothing happened to me. i was singing at a bar when it happened.” she told her friend. “i ran into a lot of scary people though. lucius malfoy being one of them.”

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          ❝  oh that’s bananas  .  ❞

“why are people so shocked that i want to go live on a farm? yes, i am a city girl but i’ll just be sleeping there and having fun with goats. i can still get to the city. i would die without my life and friends in london. besides, i’m keeping my apartment so i can still go out if i want to.” she explained and shrugged. “i’ll just have someone to come home to and hang out with. it’ll be fun.”

MOODBOARD #4 → NARCISSA & PERSEPHONE → HOT SEX WITH POTENTIAL FEELINGS

“i hate that i actually like her.”

“tell him” amerlia said, grinning. “i don’t care, i’m sure he did too, at some point, you are hot pers.”

persephone frowned and made a disgusted face. “edgar is my friend and married. i don’t want to think of him looking at my ass, but i am hot that is right. why are you hitting on me though? is it just the booze talking.” she asked, with a chuckle.

lily almost felt embarrassed next to the other, who was dressed in her fancy clothes and high heels, while lily, ever since she had birth, or ever since her pregnancy, would wear comfy clothes. and here she was, her hair probably messed up from harry pulling it, her face looking as tired as ever, and makeup-less, because who has time to put makeup? “sure you can persy” lily said, smiling, she knew the struggle. “you look lovely.”

she finally got her shoes on and looked at her friend, who looked absolutely like death warmed over. “wow, lily... are you alright?” she asked dumbly and then held up her hand. “don’t answer that, you’re exhausted. how about i let greta know that i won’t be home - i am moving in there, by the way - and i come over. i love harry and i can take over for a while so you can take a bath, sleep, do your hair and feel like a human being again.”

“Its a trap. It has to be. With the way the Malfoy’s spout off all that blood purity nonsense there’s no way they’d invite someone like me into their home.” Greta shook her head as she examined the black and silver invitation that her beloved owl, Atreides, had dropped off that morning. “Is it bad that I still want to go? With all the money they have, the food has got to be fantastic.”

persephone was sitting on the sofa and shrugged.·“i highly doubt it’s a trap. if there is one thing that the malfoy’s hate, then it’s a scandal. nothing will happen, except music, dancing and food. don’t worry.” she told greta as she looked at the boxes, which she’d have to unpack in a bit, but she was ignoring them for a while. she held onto the hot cup filled with tea.·“look, i am going to have to watch the woman i slept with, prance around with her husband as if she’s a perfect heterosexual. feel sympathy for me.” she insisted with a grin. she couldn’t care less, really. she had a nice time with narcissa in a dressing room. she wasn’t in love.

he gave an unimpressed look – one only subtly different from his usual expression. “remind me how old you are, again?”

“i’m only 23, i am allowed to be childish.” she insisted and laughed.

“The farm requires a lot of upkeep, so I will be pretty busy, but we can figure it out, I’m sure. I could make portkeys, for instance. It’s not the most pleasant form of travel, but it could do in a pinch if I’m not around. And of course, there’s the floo network.” Greta smiled to herself as she imagined having Persephone living with her, and she began to grow really excited.

“You realize I’m never going to let you eat take out again, right? I’m going to feed you real, home cooked food from now on. And I’ll take you shopping in the village, and we could stargaze…” she laughed, “I’m getting ahead of myself. We need to actually get you moved in first.”

persephone laughed and shook her head. “I cannot use the floo network. i can’t show up to a gig looking dusty.” she explained. “but i could use portkeys i guess. i just wouldn’t have minded a nice witch escorting me but i can’t always be lucky.” she explained, and grinned, actually just meaning that she was nice. greta was a good friend and she couldn’t wait to live with her and have fun.

she chuckled and nodded. “i can live with that, to live off your cooking. just... whatever you need, let me know and i will do it.” she told her. “i really want to help you and help around here. oh, and i might not always come home. the work i do for the order sometimes includes... sleeping over at places so, don’t worry unless i don’t come home for more than one night. then do inform the order.” she explained. 

“but moving in can’t be hard. i can start packing and you can like... help me move the stuff to here in the house with apparition, right? and no i’m not going to put my stuff through the floo network. no way in hell, blondie.” she jokingly said.