DATE OF BIRTH & AGE: 30 june 1924 ; twenty - six .
WESTERN ZODIAC: cancer ; scorpio rising, gemini moon .
PROFILE:
EYE COLOR: green .
HAIR COLOR: blonde .
BUILD & HEIGHT: 5′1 ; slender build .
IDENTIFYING MARKS & SCARS: birthmark ; left shoulder .
SCHOOLING: hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry .
HOUSE, IF APPLICABLE: slytherin .
N.E.W.T.S: charms - o; defense against the dark arts - o; potions - e; transfiguration - o; care of magical creatures - e .
OCCUPATION: musician .
MINISTRY FIELD, IF APPLICABLE: n/a .
REGISTERED WAND: 9 ¾, aspen with griffin feather and unicorn hair core, unyielding .
AMORTENTIA: seawater, old parchment, sandalwood .
BOGGART: herself, in nearly full selkie form, in ministry robes; a manifestation of the idea that her own rise to power could be the very thing that causes her exposure and downfall .
PATRONUS: leopard .
KNOWN AFFILIATIONS: malfoy, abraxas; avery, lazarus .
CURRENT MAILING ADDRESS: 9✗ε1 cadogan square, knightsbridge, london, england .
LAST SEEN LOCATION: greengrass manor; stamford, england .
ADDITIONAL INFORMATION: sister of julius greengrass [improper use of magic], dante greengrass [obliviator], and faustus greengrass [committe on experimental charms] .
SECURITY STATUS: possible threat, pending investigation of her association with avery, l.
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with a pop, prosperina greengrass was standing there and in his life lazarus had never been so glad to see anyone. the weight drifted from his shoulder and the feelings clawing at his throat dissipated as she reached out for him and he pulled her in. his arms wrapped around her and he was careful not to hold her too tightly to him but by merlin he had never been so scared for someone else, so scared he would never see her again. there were so many things that he wanted to say and as he gently took a half step back to look at her better, his lips pressed to her with the gentlest earnest that he had. he poured all he was into it, his relief and fear, his concern and heartache.
❛ thank merlin you’re safe. ❜ he murmured softly, his hands finding the sides of her face and it takes everything he has not to wrap her up in his arms and find the farthest corner of the world and take her to it. every impulse wanted him to leave, but london was on lockdown and it would certainly prevent most transportation from getting through. besides, the reliquary was one of the safest places in the city now, with more wards than he cared to count up or ready to go up at a moment’s notice. and all of them were stronger with a member of the house of avery standing in it.
❛ my father is locking down the wards at the manor, all the members of the wizengamot are in safe houses. the wards that protect our manor are the same ones that protect the reliquary. you will be safe here. ❜ passion burned in his eyes, accompanied by honesty and determination. if there were any greater showing of love, in this moment laz could not think of it, and he wanted nothing more than to assure her that she was going to be well taken care of. ❛ i swear my life to yours, prosperina, that i will protect you. i promised you brother that i would and i reaffirm that promise now. ❜
she lets out a breath, meeting his lips with a gentle urgency. the second he pulls away, the temptation is strong to pull him back to her, but the thoughts are quelled by his careful hands on her face. her own hands flutter uncertainly on his chest, concern still heavy in her gaze. he always treats her gently, like she’s something precious, but this feels somehow different - more important.
she realizes the risk he’s taken in calling for her, in ensuring that she’s okay, and love for this man standing before her swells so strongly that for a moment she fears she might choke on it. after so many years of holding everyone at a careful distance - out of self preservation and self interest - it’s overwhelming to feel so certainly in love. to feel so certain that she is loved. “i’m safe thanks to you - i may have been none the wiser had you not sent for me.”
her brow furrows for a moment, out of concern for her family and concern for herself and lazarus. but she knows that he wouldn’t have brought her here if he didn’t genuinely believe her to be safe. she wonders for a moment if there’s anything that lazarus avery wouldn’t do for her. the feeling of love is so sharp and sudden again that the only way to quell it is to lean up and press another careful kiss against his lips. “you needn’t make any promises to me. i trust you. i trust you without them.”
timestamp: 24, Oct. 1950, 09:37 · location: the verdant reliquary ( warded, public space ) · tagging: @prospcrina !
the energy was off in diagon alley when lazarus had opened the shop that morning. his concerns further spiked when his grandfather had reported that thomas, lazarus’ father, had requested his son lock down the shop, raise the wards, and return home. a ministry directive, his father had said. at the recommendation of the minister and the chief warlock. lazarus took a steadying breath then but assured his grandfather that someone had to stay with the shop and he could raise the wards and stay. as soon as duncan had left the portrait, though, presumably to return home and explain why lazarus wasn’t coming, he tried to cast a patronus to use as a messenger.
he thought of the first time he’d successfully brewed a potion on his own, just the tender age of eight and a pepper up potion but his mother’s shining approval in her eyes was everything to him. he thought of his grandfather’s letter congratulating him on being sorted into hufflepuff, assuring lazarus that his father would come around and did not see the value of the hufflepuff reputation. he thought of the day he officially became the proprietor of the shop, of the first time he fell in love, and all of it sputtered out into bright wisps of white smoke and nothing else. and then prosperina was there, dancing in the dying sunlight on the patio at norris house and his heart leapt into his throat.
his love for her was overwhelming and as he cast the incantation again, a silvery little animal shot out from his wand and swirled above his head before coming to rest in front of him. in that moment between breaths, between speaking the spell, breathing out, and back in again, the fox was gone as he lost focus. emotion clawed at him as he spoke the spell again, thinking about all the things that would be with her at his side and when the fox stood in front of him, he said, ❛ find prosperina greengrass, give her this message: apparate to the verdant reliquary, now. chaos is coming, you’ll be safe here. ❜ he paused. then: ❛ please, posy. ❜ he nodded at the fox and off it went, sprinting in the direction that magic led it, off towards his heart.
prosperina had apparated to her family home that morning only to find it empty - something that was not completely strange but was usually preceded by a message from her mother. regardless, she’d taken breakfast by herself in the house and was just finishing when she was startled from her seat by a sudden light bursting into the room. it took a moment for her eyes to adjust enough to recognize the shape of the fox, but no time at all to recognize the voice that came from it as lazarus’.
chaos is coming. the sentence itself was enough to make her heart stop, but the sound of her name - her nickname, which she couldn’t recall ever hearing from his lips - following the request for her to come, restarted it, though perhaps at double the speed. it hardly took a moment of thought before her eyes were closed and she was picturing the inside of the verdant reliquary. when she opened them again, she was looking at him and a sigh of relief left her lips.
it wasn’t how he typically saw her - how anyone outside of the greengrass family typically saw her. free of the expertly coiled hair and the pleating and the look of poised grace that she’d perfected over the years and presented to the public - to even him. she knew her eyes were wild as she rushed toward him, hand reaching almost automatically for his arm. it was calming to touch him, the slight panic that had invaded her brain at his message subsiding. “LAZARUS. what’s wrong? are you alright?”
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could you please state your name, age, house, and wand specifications for the record?
“prosperina greengrass. twenty four. i was in slytherin. i have an aspen wand. griffin feather and unicorn hair core. nine and three quarters inches.”
who sent out your invitation to the norris’s home?
”mr. norris. i thought it was odd given that i was under the impression he was missing.”
was there a signature of any kind?
she thinks for a minute before nodding. “yes. it was signed by mr. norris.”
did you attend the event with anyone?
“i attended with lazarus avery.”
could you state, in your own words, what happened at mr. norris’s home prior to his arrival?
she presses her lips together for a moment, pausing to think. “when we arrived our host wasn’t present, which we all found bit odd. we sort of spread out around the house to explore.” a small smile is on her lips. “i mean, would you not explore an empty house if you received a mysterious invitation from a missing person?” the smile falls from her face a moment later, expression returning to calculated and neutral. “well, i don’t believe anyone found mr. norris or anything of particular interest, though the house was rather lovely. we sat to dinner - still with no host - and afterwards... fleamont potter -” she pauses before his name, almost not wanting to name him as the catalyst for the evening but realizing she wouldn’t be the only one who would. “he suggested we perform a seance. to... i suppose try to figure out why we were there. most of us ended up in the lounge... and i suppose you know the rest.”
were you, at any point, aware of mr. norris’s location between the night of his alleged disappearance and the dinner party?
“of course not.”
as far as the seance, what kind of questions were asked of the deceased, mr. cygnus black?
she takes her time before answering this one. “we were trying to figure out whom we were talking to, i suppose. many of us assumed we’d made contact with mr. norris himself - or at least i did. when it became clear this was not our host, further questions were asked to determine his identity. he seemed... angry, so i suppose we were also trying to determine why. he was asked if he knew people in the room, if he was murdered, if he wished us harm, if he had a message. i believe some people - mr. potter certainly - thought it might be henry potter.” she pauses again. “i - as i said he seemed angry. i asked if someone in the room had killed him. he said yes.”
did anyone seem particularly uncomfortable with the event during or immediately after?
she lets out a light, almost uncomfortable laugh. “i think we were all uncomfortable. but no, no one more than anyone else.”
do you know if there’s anyone else who might be more knowledgeable about the situation?
“mr. norris perhaps? it was his home after all. and he appeared rather out of nowhere.”
do you know anything about the necklace that was recovered?
“i'm not aware of any necklace.”
were you aware of any business dealings between mr. norris and mr. black?
“someone asked if he had business with mr. norris and he said he had, but before that? of course not. i hardly knew who mr. norris was.”
would you be willing to leave your memories with us for observation?
she pretends to think about it for a moment. “no.” she doesn’t give a reason.
have you spoken with anyone outside of the attendees about the event? if so, who? and what did you tell them?
“only my family - my brothers that is. they were already aware of the invitation. i told them i thought it was odd the host didn’t show until the end of the night. i mentioned a little about the seance, certainly less than i’ve told you. they wanted to be sure i was okay.”
is there anything else of relevance that you can think of that i didn’t ask you about?
“no, but you’re certainly free to contact me if you have further questions. i’m afraid i won’t be much help though.” she offers a sympathetic smile. “i was about as lost as anyone else.”
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the library was a common escape for taliesin, and not just at society parties. at the clinic, it was a reprieve from exercises, to focus on facts he might need to know rather than hands on experience. in the lestrange estate, it was much the same. it was there he taught himself new languages, memorized poetry and historical dates, and generally kept to himself. maybe that’s why, after all the frustration his last attempt at finding a place to take a moment to himself ( the conservatory was occupied and far too humid ), he finds himself headed towards the library. it’s not that this particular library was a certain comfort, but rather that the idea of them generally felt like a safe haven. even here, in this house.
yet, once again, he opens a door into a room that is not empty. he’ll admit that prosperina is a slightly more welcome presence than other possibilities. taliesin offers a somewhat sheepish smile, part genuine and part used to hide the clear irritation that had been present on his features before. ‘ sorry, ’ he says, carefully closing the door behind him as not to let it slam shut. ‘ that was the intention, yes. it’s been, ’ he pauses, taking a deep breath as he tries to figure out the best way to complete the sentence. ‘ an interesting night. ’
prosperina slid the book off of the desk and on to her lap as she smiled at taliesin. “it’s all right. far be it for me to deny refuge to another when it appears we’re seeking the same thing. something about libraries, isn’t there? an easy escape.” she turned the chair slightly to face him, head cocking to the side. “i say this full well realizing that i’m denying you the solitude we’ve both sought, but care to elaborate on interesting? you haven’t happened to run into our host have you? he seems to be rather elusive tonight which is... odd.” or at least it would be odd had he not been missing before. perhaps the oddity was getting an invitation in the first place.
PRIVACY: norris house, the library ( unwarded, public space )
TAGGING: @taliesinlestrange
prosperina had more than her fair share of negative memories associated with libraries, but despite that — or perhaps even because of it — she always felt drawn to them. there was something about the vastness of the knowledge they contained, the ability to change the course of your life in a moment by picking up the right book that drew her to them. she shouldn’t have been surprised when she found herself entering the library of the norris house without even intending to go in. it only took a simple wave of her wand to light the candles before she was starting down the wall, fingers grazing the shelves as she skimmed the titles.
with the number of libraries she’d been in, few had been this well organized, this tidy. she absentmindedly pulled a book from the shelf and made her way towards the center of the room, tucking her dress under her as she sat at the desk that occupied this part of the room. she was just reaching toward one of the drawers when she heard motion towards the front of the room and looked up to see taliesin lestrange at the door. she let out a breath, offering a timid smile. “well, i feel rather caught. are you seeking refuge as well?”
❛ perhaps i am, but there is no one more worthy of the sincerest flattery than you, prosperina. ❜ his grin softened into something sweet, something so few people had ever seen ( something that had never meant as much as it did when he looked at her ). his eyes were alight as he took in her face, nothing less than the respect she deserved. no, she could have her pick of anyone in the world, he was sure of it, and to be blessed with her company was something he never would have known to ask for. lazarus was raised on politics, doing things the proper, slytherin way. hell, even his ability to get into hufflepuff was a slytherin trait — he had all the resources of his slytherin father and grandfather before him and the likability of a hufflepuff. the hat almost hadn’t done it, and lazarus worked hard to convince it to see his reason, without trying to give up why he thought it was the perfect idea. he holds no false pretenses about that moment now, surely he couldn’t have tricked the sorting hat, but it still occasionally brought him pride that the hat took his request so seriously.
❛ i do think that could be arranged. ❜ he told her softly, flicking his wand and conjuring the gramophone from taliesin’s apartment. the atonality of the piece was generally disturbing, perhaps lazarus should have guessed that tal didn’t turn his things off. another swish and the records are swapped — tal’s back home in its sleeve, laz’s own recording of strauss’ the blue danube gently pouring out. it seemed to envelop them slowly and then all at once and his wand was stowed once more as his hand slid down her arm to grasp her hand, bowing as he’d been taught in all his etiquette training as a boy. as far as stealing all of her moments from her, well with a smile like that on his face, the kind that would offer her the world without her asking, was it so bad ? if she would give him her moments, he would give her all that she could think to ask for and everything beyond. perhaps he would be asking her to share his life sooner than he anticipated. ❛ i would be honored, miss greengrass, if i might have this dance ? ❜
she held his gaze as long as she could before her own drifted down, hand lifting up to wrap a piece of hair around her finger — a habit she hardly allowed herself to indulge in for fear of someone seeing past the hard exterior and seeing some vulnerability. she smiled at his words, starting almost imperceptibly as the music started.
her gaze only sought his out again when she felt his hand take hers. she let out a giggle — one that was hard earned — and picked up her skirt slightly to bend in a curtsey, head dipping down before raising to smile at him as she straightened up. she bit her lip — another vulnerability — and nodded slightly. “oh, the honour would be all mine, mr. avery.” she shook her head gently, smile still on her lips. “i’m not quite sure whether i should consider this very cheesy or very romantic.”
❛❛ — 🗡️⚖️ › 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: @prospcrina
❛❛ — 🗡️⚖️ › 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐏: THE MAIN HALL
❛❛ — 🗡️⚖️ › 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘: UNWARDED, PUBLIC
he’d made a beeline over toward the blonde the moment lazarus gave her enough breathing room that monty knew he could speak to one old friend without having to face another. he wasn’t ready for that yet. maybe he wouldn’t ever be. though he was sure he was far enough away, he shivered at the thought of being in this house again, with him–– again. though there were significantly more lights on this time around, and now that he could see more though his rosy filter of paranoia, it wasn’t actually a bad looking house.
“did i miss the headline? did witch weekly claim yellow as the color of the season, or something? didn’t think you’d be sporting ‘puff colors, posy..” it wasn’t a greeting, it was more of the middle of a conversation they hadn’t had yet. as if their last one hadn’t been practically over his father’s coffin. as if they kept in touch, more. as if it were old times, even though they both knew it would never be that way again. “between the black suits and the golden gowns, we really do look like some kind of organized tribute.” he continued, gesturing down to his own black and white tuxedo.
prosperina hadn’t seen monty since his father’s wake, and he hadn’t exactly seemed warmed toward her then, so she was slightly surprised when he approached her - though she hid her surprise well with a smile. it quickly dropped though as her nose wrinkled. “well, i can’t say i’m too happy to be all but matching some of the other guests here tonight, but this dress deserves to be seen and appreciated - even if it is puff colours.” she smoothed her hands over the fabric and allowed the smile to return to her face. “well, i must confess that this is starting to feel like anything other than an average dinner party, so perhaps our host has somehow wormed his way into our minds and caused these unfortunate fashion circumstances.”
timestamp: 16, Aug. 1950 · location: norris house, the patio outside of the dining room ( unwarded, public space ) · tagging: @prospcrina!
the avery signet ring sat heavily on his hand as lazarus took in the scenery, warmed by the sight of the rolling countryside more than anything else in this merlin forsaken house. for a moment they’d reminded him of the scottish highlands and brought back the same lovely idea he’d had for a few months now. he’d toyed with the idea of inviting prosperina to his family’s home town of olwyk for halloween but seemed ever stuck over how to invite her. lazarus’ fondness for her was certainly apparent, an unbreakable vow witnessed by her brother, bound to her, he had no hesitation that he wanted to be bound to her for the rest of their lives and well beyond death. the hand that bore his family’s ring, that marked him as his father’s heir, gently rested on her back as he guided her out the door at the far end of the dining room so that they could step out onto the patio and watch the sun set for a moment of freedom.
❛ thank you for agreeing to attend this event with me tonight, ❜ he’d murmured softly. the smile on his face was so gentle, it would have brought the loveliest pang to his mother’s heart to see him look so truly happy. ❛ i know i said it when i picked you up, but prosperina you look positively stunning. ❜
prosperina relished for a moment in the feeling of his hand solid against her back, grounding her to whatever plane of reality it was where she got to stand next to him. it was nearly paralyzing how out of herself she could feel when she was next to him — or perhaps not out of herself so much as a different version of herself. a version who could happily stand next to a man and envision sharing a life with him and view that as a practical reality. it was as though all her qualms about him — about love in general — flooded her body when he was near. instead, she simply focused on him next to her and the words leaving his lips.
she tilted her head slightly up towards him, smile pulling at her lips as she allowed herself another moment ( if she kept allowing herself these moments every time he looked at her or touched her in a way that made her feel whole he was going to steal all of her moments from her ). “you’re a flatterer.” but the look on her face made it clear she didn’t mind in the least. she turned towards the setting sun, a small sigh leaving her lips. “perhaps we could stay out here the rest of the night - just you and me - forget about all of that nonsense,” she said, absently waving a hand towards the house.
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druella could count the number of people she trusted on one hand. ( actually, she could probably count them on one finger. ) prosperina greengrass was not one of those people, but she was starting to warm up to the other girl. gravity seemed to draw them together at these events, and who were they to tempt fate? lithe fingers circled posy’s wrist and pulled her away from the crowd toward a large door at the end of the hall. a door that only seconds ago was unlocked with a simple alohamora charm. maybe that should have been a warning sign, that the door was a little too easy to open.
still holding prosperina’s hand, druella pulled her into what appeared to be a grand ballroom. she opened her mouth to say something, but was distracted by the beautiful room. when she brought her attention back to posy, a mischievous glint shined in her brown eyes. “first of all, you’re welcome for saving you. you looked as bored in there as i felt. lucky for you, i always bring party favours. now let’s play a game of potion roulette,” she suggested, revealing three small viles of various shapes. “one is a vile of ogden’s old, one could make you hallucinate all sorts of fun and fanciful things, and the third,” she paused for dramatic effect, offering a sacchrine smile. “the third might kill you. choose wisely,” she singsonged, holding out the colorful viles.
prosperina had only just acquired a glass off wine and was steeling herself — with a deep breath and a wide smile — to socialize and charm when a hand grasped her wrist and she found herself being pulled in the exact opposite direction of where she had been heading. she was a touch surprised to find that the person behind the interruption was druella rosier, but she kept this surprise to herself. in fact, the smile now placed on her lips was much more real than the one she’d prepared for the crowd. druella was someone she was actually interested in talking to — if only for her own gain — and she couldn’t claim to be particularly excited about being separated from the action in the house.
“i imagined i was keeping my boredom much less obvious than that — i’ll have to work on my interested face,” prosperina said with a smile. she still hadn’t quite figured out the way to gain druella’s trust or even her friendship, but playing along with her had to be a good start. “although, i swear i tried this room earlier and it was locked - maybe we should be working on guest etiquette with you.” she surveyed the vials druella held before her, studying the witch for a long moment before taking the longest of them and downing it’s contents. “well, unless you’ve gotten very good at disguising your potions as firewhisky, i’d hazard i chose the ogden’s. though if this game is two player i don’t know that bodes very well for your night.”
august 16th, 1950
location : the norris estate
timestamp : 006 THE SHEPHERD’S DREAM - LOUNGE
public & unwarded
ignatius was certainly a yes man as of late - what was the point on denying himself an experience? the invitation had been in his pondering hands for a mere second before he checked off those boxes with complete and utter ease and before he could even begin to question why his presence had been requested - the invitation had gone up in flames. cecil norris certainly had style.
he had never been one to care too much about his appearance, happy to be comfortable and yet tonight was the night that he broke out his finest dress robes - the classic white and black - timeless as his mum would call it and for ignatius, it had just been the easiest choice. he couldn’t spend more time in the store fixated on the various patterns the shopkeeper had tried to sell him on. he had barely been on the estate for an hour before ignatius mind and feet began to wander – cecil norris was living well, probably hiding out in this ridiculously lavish estate while the festival attendees were getting interrogated – couldn’t blame him, with a place like this - escaping the world seemed seamless. it wasn’t too long the man stumbled into the room shining bright with colour - gripping his glass of wine tightly, he stepped in curious - he wasn’t one to pry, but the door hadn’t really been shut either – a little look wouldn’t hurt anybody –
so enamoured with the faberge egg that held an alluring glow - ignatius didn’t hear the footsteps or take note of the fact that he wasn’t the only person in the room anymore, what he did notice was the movement from the corner of his eye – “merlin–” he breathed out, eyes wide as he nearly spilled the red liquid on the white shirt that cost a bit too much, “a little warning would have been nice –”
there were too many people in the house that weren’t cecil norris for prosperina to be entirely comfortable. she’d attended the dinner because it might have been suspicious not to. truly, she’d entirely forgot about mr. norris and his supposed disappearance until the invitation had arrived. but the longer they went without seeing their host, the more prosperina began to feel uneasy at the dinner — began to feel like this wasn’t your average random dinner invite from a missing person — like something that might lead to the WRONG people looking into her. so, she’d slipped away to look around the house — and hopefully ease her mind.
she was quickly drawn to the lounge, almost unaware of the other person inside as she took in the room. she had to admit that mr. norris had nice taste — and many the interesting belonging. her eyes fixated on the chandelier for almost TOO long and she was well aware of how brightly her dress must shine under such a light. she was almost tempted to go back out to find lazarus and drag him into the room just to stare at her, but she quickly shook that thought out of her head, wrinkling her nose. pulling her eyes away from the chandelier, she made her way across the room to run her fingers over a dagger displayed above the fireplace — unintentionally startling the room’s other occupant, ignatius prewett, who prosperina had realized she was standing nearly on top of in her fascination with the dagger. she let out a small laugh before tilting her head slightly to the side and offering him a smile before taking a small step backwards. “i apologize. sometimes i forget how silently i can move - and i admit i was a bit distracted and transfixed by - well, everything.”
prosperina’s dedication towards the people she cared for was one of the qualities that lazarus admired most in her and even as she cleared her throat, he wanted to wrap her up in his arms and ferry her away from this place. still, he remained, if only because her company was going to get him through most of it. he tipped his head down towards her at her question, the softness of her tone relaxed his shoulders considerably. any anxiety he had about being present had mostly slipped away in the second between the words leaving her lips and settling in his mind. he was a comfort for her, and though that was not new information, it still set his heart alight. ❛ nor the most joyful way to spend one’s lunch hour, though by your side most anything is bearable. ❜
lazarus’s hand gently slid down her back before gently taking her hand and squeezing it. it wouldn’t be appropriate to pull her into the kiss in the middle of henry potter’s celebration of life, not when the rest of the world did not know the intimate terms of his affections for her, not before he had asked her parents for their permission as his own had taught him. his interest in her far outweighed, now the initial point of contact, and small affirmations like itis better now that you’re here only reassure him that he is not misinterpreting anything. they are on the same page and he’d like to keep it that way for the rest of his life, if she would have him.
❛ you might, actually. ❜ so small, her question if she’ll see him, and it still puts a smile on his face, a little wider and brighter than before. ❛ i’m planning on closing the shop at half nine, just a little earlier than usual. i should be there by ten barring any last minute customers. what tradition will you be upholding ? ❜
her lips parted for a moment at his comment before they settled into a smile. it was perhaps too easy - when she was with him - to let the world fall away and to forget all of the reasons that this was dangerous for her. but at at the same time - she couldn’t imagine a person she would be safer feeling this happy with. and as his hand slipped into hers, it would have been so easy to forget where they were and pull him closer. still - she was just too aware of the atmosphere around them - perhaps it was thoroughly impolite to be this content at such a sober affair. so she simply squeezed his hand back gently.
“i’m glad of that - gives me a great deal more to look forward to.” her brow furrowed momentarily, but quickly smoothed. there were very few people she would confess her little tradition to, but there was little concern for how he perceived her. “it’s quite foolish really - but when i was small i was quite cross that i wasn’t the queen of the festival, and my eldest brother convinced me that surely the way to become the queen was to garner the affections of the king. of course i was too young to understand that, firstly, the goat was a goat and couldn’t possibly have a hand in choosing the queen. and secondly, the queen had already been crowned so it was a rather pointless endeavor. still, every year my brother and i have tried to find a way to get the goat to crown me queen. it’s all a big joke, of course - but i do take it rather seriously.”
and follow her he did. there was no reason not to, after all. there was the promise of her company and alcohol, and those two things might actually make up for the rest of his day, which had been unpleasant at best. her words brought a smile to his face, one only prosperina could achieve and her not only inviting him along to spend some time with her but being her enticing self with him, made abraxas think that his company would be at the very least welcome.
he approached her and gestured the bartender for two drinks. “to me, it just sounds like you’re making excuses ms. greengrass.” he retorted, turning to face her. “but i don’t think that me being here would require that much alcohol.” abraxas noticed, referring to the outstanding speed with which she emptied her first drink and required a second. “is everything okay?” there was a hint of worry in his voice that he tried to conceal, but not as successfully as he would have liked.
prosperina’s lips twisted up into a slight smirk. “no mr. malfoy. seeing you is just the icing on the cake of this day. i cannot give you all the credit for my sudden penchant for champagne.” she smiled politely at the bartender as she accepted the drink. “it’s a rather grim affair altogether isn’t it? i would be shocked to find anyone in particularly amiable spirits at such an event - whether they were happily acquainted or not.” she pursed her lips for a moment before taking a sip of her drink. “i’m simply concerned for mr. potter. it cannot be an easy day for him. i would not wish it on anyone - not even you,” she teased, the smile on her lips a little more genuine this time. “enough talk of the somber though. if i’m to be in your company you might as well amuse me. certainly you’ve done something worthwhile and entertaining since our school days that you can distract me with.”
‘ a harp would always be lovely, ’ he agrees, having some idea of prosperina’s own talents. or a piano, the answer of his own personal bias. ‘ i do prefer instrumentals most of the time but … well, exceptions and all that. ’ he did enjoy it though, she was one of his exceptions. not something he could listen to all the time, but enough that he stuck around to hear it. ‘ as i’ve heard… i cannot say i knew him or the family that well, ’ the admittance comes quietly and carefully, hoping he can trust her, though he’s certain he is not the only one here with such a truth —— unless the event was for a few hundred of henry potter’s closest friends and someone had mistakenly given taliesin the invitation. carefully, he pours some of the wine out of his glass onto the grass before taking a sip, hoping the lessened quantity would make it less likely to spill. as he does though, he realizes he does not know much about the intricacies of connections here, having spent so long in france. ‘ you ? ’
“well put.” she nodded in approval. “yes, exceptions. bit of a shame though, really - instrumentals are so lovely. oh,” she waves a dismissive hand. “i didn’t know henry well - “ something she was growing more and more grateful for. whether it was his beliefs or the guilt she might feel at his demise, it seemed ever a blessing that prosperina hadn’t the chance to know henry potter. “i dated his son for a little while back in school, so i’m really only here for him. i don’t know much about grieving, but i can’t imagine it’s terribly fun to be surrounded by people who don’t know you but want to make sure you know how sorry they are.”
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“posy –– ” something about seeing her, someone he had an intimate past with, made it harder to push past the concern filling up her watery blue eyes and deflect with whatever secondary topic he could pull out of thin air. even if he’d spent the better part of their past relationship waiting to break up with her, only to be postponed by the several festivals and holy days that he’d been culture - bound to respect, she still knew him on a deeper level than the throngs of people making those same faces at him and whispering behind his back.
and it was the burn of those eyes on him, coupled with the terrible existential weight of being known and perceived, in that moment, that set an unpleasant weight at the pit of his stomach.
when she reached out and made contact with his shoulder, he couldn’t help but FLINCH, biting down on the inside of his cheek to ground himself. “…yeah.” was the only thing he could say, eyes darting about in desperation to find a swift exit or excuse to leave –– but he found none. he was trapped. “didn’t expect to see you here.”
she couldn’t help but noticed the way he flinched at her touch, and the reaction caused the slight smile to slip from her lips. when his eyes didn’t meet her’s, she took a slight step back, brow furrowing and arm dropping from his shoulder to her side. could he know that she had some part - even if it was a distant one - in what had happened? or was this just how grieving people behaved. “well, i came for you. i figured it might do some good for you to see a friendly face. i’m sorry if i was wrong.” i’m sorry. the words felt somewhat foreign coming from her lips - they weren’t ones she said often. still, she found that she meant them. prosperina wasn’t someone who cared about others easily - almost always too busy focusing on herself - so when she did open up that part of her, it wasn’t something that could be turned off easily. this, she knew, was to blame for the concern in her eyes as she carefully watched the boy before her.
if prosperina’s gait didn’t give her away — her snippy tone surely finished the job. euphemia was accustomed to that voice, the way a musical lilt touched it even if the former slytherin wasn’t even close to singing. she breathes a quick sigh in response, quickening her feet so she can turn around in front of the blonde, stopping them both short. voice low, she leans in a bit as to keep their conversation private from the eyes that tended to follow euphemia wherever she went. ❛ are you trying to make me feel guilty ? ❜ she asks, ❛ is that what this is ? ❜ the speech goes on longer in her mind. she wants to tell prosperina that her attempt is laughable due to the plain fact that euphemia couldn’t feel more guilty than she already does. her fellow burial society member has no idea how the thought of fleamont and his mother eats her up inside, makes her feel less like herself and more like the creature that the deceased man in question thought her people to be. but even if the guilt kills her, euphemia will never be sorry. she stares at posy in earnest, brow furrowed slightly, waiting.
prosperina had been on a decently steady diet of drinks for most of the day, and while she wasn’t anywhere near sloppily drunk - and would be caught dead before she was - the drinks were enough that she had to fight against gravity for the briefest moment as the sudden stop, paired with her heels, threatened to topple her. she regained her balance, face remaining cool - she’d be damned if she betrayed anything less than graceful in front of euphemia gibbon - as she leveled her gaze with the other witch’s. “i’m simply stating facts - you’re doing all the hard work for me, i’m sure.”
