SHINE BRIGHT , DARLING *

( cis woman | she/hers | deniz işın ) —— isn’t that DOLORES UMBRIDGE? yeah that is them, outside the three broomsticks! they used to be in HUFFLEPUFF but apparently they now work as a REGULATION OFFICER for the FLOO NETWORK AUTHORITY. sybill once said that they reminded her of the duality of living two separate lives, a building that still stands tall despite the years of erosion at the foundation, using color in every aspect of her life to hide the darkness, having to make the decision to turn off your humanity as the most effective buffer for pain which seems about right. anyway i’ve heard they’re still a bit BRAZEN, FERVID and VINDICTIVE, they’re TWENTY-TWO now but some things never change! i wonder how being a HALFBLOOD is affecting them after school, especially now they’re an ASSOCIATE for THE DEATH EATERS? i guess only time will tell…

location: some dark alley in knockturn alley , diagon alley 

he was confused, dolores wasn’t making a lot of sense to him. “sorry, what?” he asked to clarify, maybe he had missed something. “did i do something to offend you ms. umbridge or are you this rude in general?” best to clarify again. he was tired of people he didn’t know treating him like he wasn’t ten seconds from harming them. when would he be taken as seriously as rod was? he’d earned a violent reputation but dammit, what was it good for if every random person he encountered wasn’t the least bit afraid?

                       ❝      but   when   people   start   asking   questions   ,      isn’t   it   good   to   have   that   to   fall   back   on   ?      honour   can   be   a   lot   less   subjective   than   if   something’s   justified   or   not   .      sometimes   honour   is   the   justification      ❞

                  ❝      sometimes   there’s   honour   in   revenge      ❞

also? his mand ran wild with that, had rodolphus set up a private floo? and to whom would he do that for? or was it rosine? too many possibilities. “while a private connection would be beneficial i was just trying to say hello.”

      ❝   okay,   i   swear   this   is   not   what   this   looks   like.   ❞

milene didn’t like not being in control, she liked taking the lead in everything in every way, but when it came to things of intimacy she had a struggle of wanting to be giving while wanting to be selfish, it was what balanced dolores and milene out when it came to whatever this was between them. dolores was fun whereas milene felt like she was just starting to become who she was again after all of the death in her life. she smirks into the later kisses, her fingers digging into the others sides before she lets go, letting the other do what they want and closing her eyes in the sensation, though she does open her eyes again when dolores starts talking. her finger find themselves hooking into the others waistband, smoothing over the skin before reaching towards her back, she could dip her fingers farther, take over control if she wanted but she wanted to be adorned and taken control of even if everything else inside of her was fighting. 

“i’m not sure we’ve met yet, but you’re dolores, right?”​

It had only been two days in England and Lenore found herself in Diagon Alley. It had been years since she had been here. Really only once before. But this was her home now. She needed to get used to it. She had to admit, the crowd took her off guard. She knew it would most likely be crowded but not this crowded. She found her way into a book shop, looking around. “Is it always like this?” She spoke to herself but didn’t realize there was anyone paying attention to her. “It’ll take a while to get used to this.” @beforedawnstarters​

        dolores  always  despised  being  sent  out  to  do  errands  for  her  father  ;  for  the  crook  he  always  had  been  never  did  he  have  time  to  ask  anyone  else  but  her  with  mundane  tasks .  after  all ,  was  there  truly  a  rush  ?   so  she’s  thumbing  the  length  of  the  row  of  books  ,  eyeing  the  titles  with  careful  precision  before  finding  the  one  she’d  been  searching  for  .  but  before  she  can  slip  towards  the  attendant  ,  a  rather  familiar  voice  catches  dolores  off  guard  .  ❝ this  is  not  even  that  horrid  ,  i’m  afraid  .  ❞   there’s  a  small  twist  of  her  lips  as  she  regards  the  different  types  of  beings  that  are  around  them  .  ❝ the  school  year’s  about  to  begin  so  there’s  quite  a  crowd  to  be  expected  ,  but  best  to  avoid  diagon  alley  on  the  weekends  if  you’d  like  a pleasurable  experience .   ❞ 

when she had married andy it was out of friendship and understanding that they both were meant to do this because that was what happened in the kind of world that they had grown up in. milene had loved her husband—just not in the way that a wife should. she had always known where her preferences had lied and finding dolores had been sort of a coming up for fresh air; like milene was drowning in a way but finding her had given her some new kind of meaning even if it was just physical. though her budding affection for the other was still something that she had kept for herself because she didn’t know if that part of her could ever be opened again. death had frozen over a lot of things for milene but not this. their hands are laced together now and there’s not much she’s thinking about other than her own wants that would be publicly indecent here. she smirks a little bit to herself and when dolores brings them somwhere else private she’s grateful. it’s an interesting give and take, milene is pinned against the wall, her fingers moving from their hands to around the other’s waist pulling them closer to her, she closes her eyes feeling their lips against their neck and she smiles briefly moving closer towards the other, their lips against the others earlobe, biting gently down on it before they whisper, “i’ll believe it when i see it,” she teases, her fingers trailing against their back, thinking that she could easily apparate them to her own home that’s empty right now but loving the chase either way. she moves from her earlobe pressing small kisses against their cheekbones before capturing her lips in at first a very chaste kiss, gripping onto their side and then deepening it. milene was a selfish creature when it came down to it and dolores was just oh so readily available it was hard to resist. 

             someone  envious  of  her  ?  mary-jane  could  just  bask  in  it  if  she  at  all  had  the  time.  quickly,  her  hand  found  itself  wrapped  around  dolores’  from  across  the  table  as  a  devious  smirk  played  on  her  painted  pink  lips.  ❝  anything  they  do  to  you,  you’re  really  doing  to  them,  ❞  she  explains  cooly.  ❝  half  the  time,  the  little  boys  we  deal  with  daily  don’t  even  realize  the  things  we  do  to  them.  too  busy  wrapped  in  their  own  brainless  heads.  ❞  a  man-hater  on  the  inside,  but  mary-jane  always  acted  innocent  and  under  their  spells  on  the  outside.  ❝  why  do  you  think  i’ve  yet  to  keep  a  betrothed  ?  i  don’t  want  one,  but  daddy  doesn’t  know  that.  ❞  then  she  flips  her  just  shoulder-length  curls  over  her  shoulder  as  she  rolls  them  back.  ❝  someone  like  you  could  make  them  fall  to  their  knees  —  just  calls  for  a  little  bit  of  theatrics.  ❞