i'm a little bit insecure

closed starter based on THIS MEME. // @scorpiusmvlfoy​ - daddy lessons / beyonce

“Here’s what you do,” Cade began in a whisper, adjusting himself, pressing his elbows against the tables as he leaned forward. 

fingers trailed along the leather of each book spine as dominique’s eyes briefly read over the book’s titles. she hummed softly as she rounded the shelf’s corner. “no, no, no, no.” one book caught her attention and she pulled it from the row for a moment before remembering that wasn’t the reason she was here. “excuse me, do you by any chance know where I can find the new scamander book?”

—- “Still,” she confirmed, “but honestly, did you really think I would grow out of it? Or grow up at all.”

before he sees the mark in the sky, draco knows something is wrong. he can feel it, a burning sensation running through his left arm. the dark mark, a scar for over 27 years, now a spell against his skin. it had almost faded - a scar, just like all the others. and now? he doesn’t need to look to know it is black as the day he got it. 

“holy shit.” 

he cannot help it: his first instinct is to protect himself, to not look guilty. stand his ground, watch in awe. few know he has the mark, no need to draw attention to himself now. because, even now, he will always be suspected. but draco’s heart is thumping faster than it ever has with a question that makes him feel like he is sinking: is the dark lord back? @inomniahqstarters​

   Scorpius was used to the looks that he had been given when he arrived. They were looks he had received most of his school years and it was nothing new anymore. He had nothing to prove to anyone after all. He was here strictly on business to see if there was anything unusual that he could spot. The male was navigating through the large crowd of people and he could feel the burning glares on his back as he did so.      He noticed a familiar person come into view. Scorpius didn’t think that his father would be at an event like this but he also knew that if he was getting looks then his father was too. He didn’t dare look around at people as he made his way towards him.     “Dad.” He called out to get his attention, trying his best not to startle him but the look on his face told him that he knew that they probably should get out of here. 

—– She heard him before she spotted him and Lyra turned quickly as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She didn’t care if he protested, she was simply happy to see him. “Thank Merlin,” she murmured and closed her eyes for a moment. She didn’t care about the crowd around them or the symbol that blared in the sky. She was just glad that no one had messed with him. “I’m fine. Regretting my decision to come here, but I’m fine. Are you okay?”

—- Lyra only stepped away from Jay for a moment to get a better look for her brother. Jay still had to help to keep the crown calm in all this mess and she didn’t want to get in the way with him worrying over her too. She brushed her way through the crowd searching through the faces, and tried not to lose hope. “Sorry, please excuse me,” she murmured when her shoulder brushed another. // @inomniahqstarters​

Roxanne was looking over the information that was presented about what happened in France while having a drink. She had never thought to see something like this again. During her years so far as a hit witch, she’s seen a lot but she figured that mark was long done for. Roxanne could feel someone staring at her. It was to be expected. Recently she had been fed up with wearing scarves to cover the scars on her neck and instead chose to dress normally instead of always covering up one way or another. “I can feel you staring. It’s rude, y’know.” She pointed out without looking up. // @inomniahqstarters​ 

—- “So, I’m putting five galleons on the Magpies to win the league championship,” Rose nodded firmly. “Don’t you agree?” // @inomniahqstarters​

“Excuse me,” Isla said, looking up at the figure that was casting a dark shadow on her, blocking the already meager sunlight she’d been so looking forward to sitting in. She was sitting on a bench, a kale salad in a compostable bowl on her lap. She only had so long to eat this salad, and she was not going to let some second-rate loser steal the warmth of her lunch.  @inomniahqstarters​