kiss of death

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Paris was suspicious of how.. quiet things were around the castle. It was unsettling, and that was saying something for someone who usually thrived in chaos. It seemed as if Delphine Rosewood was lurking around every corner, keeping an eye on each and every student that passed through the halls. What Paris wouldn’t have given to be able to teach her a lesson herself, given how high she held her head around those like him. Those with opposing views. “I don’t like this.” He muttered, more to himself than anything, not realizing someone had approached him as he sat in the library, eyes glazed over and not focusing on his book.

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studying was not something that sera did. when pressed, lucius just helped her cheat, and they all went about their happy way. she passed enough to get to her final year. that was more than most people expected of her to begin with. instead, sera was happily snoozing at the table next to paris. sleep had been more difficult since the malfoy party. she’d been drifting off more and more during the day only to wake with a start. “don’t eat it then.” she mumbled, not bothering to open her eyes or process the situation even a little bit.

Where: Kissing booth (nye festival) Who: Open.

   “A kissing booth without me…. these truly are dark days, aren’t they.” Ludo said as he looked across the street at the small kissing booth that had been set up. “I mean, I thought I would of been the first person to cross Mcgonagall’s mind when asking students for this, lord knows I’ve been in trouble with her more then enough in the past for kissing” he continued, moving his gaze away from the kissing booth and over to the other next to him. “Kissing other students that is, not for kissing Mcgonagall.”

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“you mean you haven’t kissed old mcgoogles? it’s a real treat. she gets real pissed off, real fast.” sera laughed, her hair brightening to a happy goldenrod yellow atop her head. “I’m not even sure how I got roped into it. suddenly I was just told I was doing it more or less.” she shrugged. “not that I’m complaining. you can always come kiss me and up my numbers.” sera puckered her lips at him playfully.

[ sera moodboard ?/?? ]

[ sera moodboard ?/?? ]

Bella leaned forward in the booth, her hand moving to graze Sera’s cheek. “I think it’s going to turn dark red.” She whispered, her lips coming dangerously close to the other’s. “I normally hate giving to charity, especially anything involving Hogwarts, but this might be money well spent, love.”

-

sera let out a good laugh as it dawned on her who was speaking. they didn’t make friends as close as her and bellatrix. the two were born to be at each other’s side. like a heat storm and a tornado walking hand in hand. “you know you never have to pay to kiss me, tricksy.” she grinned. “but the bets have been placed. pucker up.”

‘‘Living with Reets isn’t all that bad. First time I saw a girl in a bra was thanks to her.’‘ Mack shrugged one shoulder, a stupid grin on his lips as he stroked her hair out of her face. It was a training bra, and they were nine. But Sera didn’t need to know that part. He opened his mouth, ready to spout out all kinds of bullshit about how they could move to Egypt or Brazil. But then she spoke and for maybe the first time in his life, words failed him. Mack closed his mouth, pressing his lips together as he frowned at Sera. He didn’t know how to answer that or maybe he just didn’t understand the answer he wanted to give her. 

‘‘Just cause, Sere. Cause I said so.’‘ Mack shrugged again, dropping his hands from her face and shoving them in his pockets. He could be around forever if he wanted to. He’d chain her ankle to his if he had to. ‘‘Just stop being so dumb and getting into stupid fights.’‘

-

sera rolled her eyes. her hair filtered to a garish shade of lime green in the process. what a shock. no. living with the two of them and rita was definitely a recipe for disaster. that was a lot of personality under one roof. her brows knit together while her temper threatened to get the better of her. “cause you said so isn’t a reason for me to do shit. you don’t tell me what to do, alright?” they weren’t forceful words, but they were firm. grounded. once sera had put her foot down about something, it was hard to get her to shift from there. even if you were mack. “maybe I like being so dumb and getting into stupid fights. I managed it just fine for a year without you here. I can handle myself fine. what’s the worst that’s going to happen? huh? a black eye? a bloody nose? concussions? broken limbs? scars? I’ve got all those. I’m not fragile, mack. don’t treat me like I am.”

Lucius didn’t hesitate to hold the bottle out to Sera, but even in his slightly booze adled brain, he took note of the circles under her eyes and the look behind them. His colorful little cherub wasn’t feeling as 100 as she should be. It would simply have to be his mission to change that. He leaned down to scoop her into a hug before she could protest, ploping a messy little kiss right to the crown of her head before he set her down again. “Come on, then.” With a ridiculous flair, he held out his hand, nearly throwing off his own balance and quickly catching himself. “Skip to my lou, my darling.”

-

sera took the bottle as it was offered to her and turned it up to her lips. the liquid burned on the way down, but she squinted, powered through, and let it burn and burn and burn. her usually choppy locks began to take on their softer blonde side that lucius elicited of her. when she could finally take no more of the alcohol, she pulled the bottle from her lips with a hefty sigh and laughed as he wrapped her up in a hug. her eyes flared to a vibrant pink as she pushed the bottle back into his hand. “don’t drool on me!” she protested in vain. sera took his hand and happily pull him back upright. “are you sure you’re capable of skipping? you’re looking a bit off kilter, love.”

Someone had dared Alecto to kiss Sera as if she’d be too afraid or too cowardly to do it. “As much as I love to gamble, no one else is wearing a blindfold.” Scar dropped inelegantly onto the chair opposite the girl, brushing her hair back and securing it into a loose bun with a small blunt knife. “Better turn somethin’ spicy with a kiss from me.” She leaned forward and planted an enthusiastic kiss onto the girl’s lips, before pulling away to shoot her darer a look as if to say ‘Who the fuck do you think I am?’

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sera laughed. “it’s like a roulette wheel. everyone else can see it and still not know where the fuck it’s going to land, lex. that’s the gamble.” she recognized the voice immediately. how could she not? alecto had been around for as long as she could remember. she always kept things interesting. sera grabbed the back of alecto’s head and gave her a perfectly spicy smooch herself before her hair flared to a blood orange shade. “and the result?”

sera sat on her stool with her arms crossed and the think black fabric covered her eyes. her hair was shifting quickly into a prism of colors with each little sound that she heard around her. “I’m not sure anyone told me I was going to have to do this blind.” she mumbled, unsure if anyone was actually there to hear her. “I’ll give an extra galleon if you guess what color my hair turns.”

where: near the ferris wheel with whom: anyone

“Yes, of course I’ll go on the ferris wheel with you.” Lucius might be a little drunk. It wasn’t as if he needed his wits about him tonight. He’d forgone his usual brand of jovial at his own holiday party for a mission for a best friend who might not even be his best friend anymore, and he was more than making up for it now. Tonight, though, he was in a holly and a jolly mood, laughing (mostly at people), having a lovely time. He tossed his bottle into the nearest can, twisting back to his new companion as he pulled another from his bag. “Shall we hold hands and skip there? Not much of a skipper myself, but I do promise to try my best.”

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“now you’re speaking my fucking language.” seraphina still had about an hour until it was her turn to take over at the kissing booth again. until then, she wanted to actually enjoy herself with her friends instead of sinking into the most recent memories of them gathered together that had been plaguing her sleep at night. sleep had been a little evasive, all things considered. even mack had noticed her keeping the similar hours to him. “of course I want to hold hands and skip to a ferris wheel. and you offered so you can’t say it was a joke now.” her hair flared into a vibrant chartreuse. “we’re fucking doing this. give me a drink.”

“Your hair looks like troll bogey’s,” Evan repeated, a slight snark to his voice as he held in a laugh. “Although… It is quite a nice color on you.”

sera pulled back and left her fist fly into evan’s bicep with considerable force as her hair shifted swiftly to a deep, almost mahogany shade of red. “you’re such a dick.” she snapped and took a sip of her drink. “the color does as it pleases most of the time. I don’t really think about it. you know that.”

A neatly wrapped package, coloured purple with tiny pink Christmas trees, is delivered by a postal owl from the post office in Diagon Alley.

Inside the package is a large box of assorted honeydukes sweets, including anti-gravity lollipops, fizzing whizbees and ice mice, as well as a pair of leather fingerless gloves.

Dear Seraphina, 

Happy Christmas! I hope you are enjoying your holidays!

I hope very much that you like your present, I’m not the best at gift giving but I thought these were cool. 

See you back at Hogwarts in the new year!

@serastarless​ mack & sera.

These parties put Mack in his element, he could dial the setting from drunk, volatile and moody to drunk, charming and cheerful in mere moments. There wasn’t a person there that didn’t know Mack was in the Malfoy Manor. Women woo’ed over the poor soul that lost his father at such a young age and men clapped him on the shoulder, congratulating him at how well he was handling being the man of the family. Mack played along as the ideal pureblood elitist child, smiling and laughing at the right jokes. And skillfully avoiding the topics of marriage. He charmed the socks off the young women, but all the while waiting for the only young woman in the world he wanted to be with right now. 

On the outside Mack was the perfect picture of composition, telling anyone that was willing the listen about how he had just been with Paris and Tristan. Yes, Bellatrix had as a matter of fact just told him all about that time Rodolphus had proposed to him. Calista and Seraphina had just gone to the ladies room, he was keeping an eye on their drinks for them. Lucius, Rodolphus and Rabastan had just snuck out for a cigar, don’t tell their parents. On the inside, Mack couldn’t stop thinking about just those people. He had wanted to go with them, spread some chaos and fear. Apparently it was exactly that reason why Rodolphus voted to leave him behind.

It didn’t take much longer for it all to become too much for Mack, excusing himself from Christian Borgin who was trying to convince the young Yaxley to sell an enchanted music box that Corban had once owned. Mack had been in the Malfoy Manor enough over the years to know the shortest route to the stables. That’s where he was when he heard the footsteps he would be able to pick out of a room filled with people, stood in a stable with horse shit stuck to the bottom of his brand new shoes and white horse hair scattered over his grey suit. 

‘‘Finally, I was starting to contemplate leaving. It’s no party without you…,’‘ Mack trailed off as he turned around to grin at Sera, the grin freezing on his lips and his expression stilling. The grin turned into a somber wry smile, dropping the horse brush in the bucket he had hung over the stable door and stepping out. Mack pressed the door shut behind him, carefully latching it shut (after all, Lucius would hang him by his balls if he let one of his horses escape) and stepping towards Sera. Mack stopped when he was toe to toe with her, stroking his fingers gently down the side of her face.

There was nothing he could say, Mack knew the haunted expression in her eyes. He knew that from having it himself a year ago. Now their roles were reversed, and it was Mack’s turn to take care of her. Just as Sera had taken care of him.

‘‘Hey princess.’‘

seraphina parkinson was a death eater. there was no if, and, or but about it. she’d taken her dark mark with the express approval, no encouragement, of her father. had that been the dream? no. did she know what it was going to entail? yes. did that mean she was prepared for it? never. after finding out the truth of her birth, it was the safest option. it was a shield of protection that’s price was her service. seraphina parkinson knew her place, and it was to do as she was told no matter the circumstance.

she could do that.

when paris said that he needed her help, there had been no hesitation. there had been no pausing nor questioning. this had been the expectation from the very beginning, and it was time to follow through. eye for an eye. what sera hadn’t expected was the weight that came with it. the blind panic seeing calista injured. the way her stomach turned at the sight of the violence. how it felt like something inside her was cleaved apart with every blow that she had to make. how did all her friends do this without batting an eye?

the last thing sera wanted was to return to the party, but here she stood in the malfoy manor with all the pleasantries and decorations. it felt out of place to be in her sparkling party dress now. she felt like she was going to throw up. “where’s mack?” she croaked out instantly. that was the only person that she wanted to see now.

it took almost no time for her to make the walk out to the stables. sera had been wandering around this mansion for the better part of her life. the familiar sounds of steady brushing is what pulled her out of her thoughts first. her hair was dull, black, and whipping in the cold winter winds. when she spotted him stepping out of the stall, her eyes were just as grey as his.

nerves weren’t something that ever really bothered sera much. then again, she didn’t put a lot of forethought into anything. they simply lived a more reactionary lifestyle, all things considered. however, there was something about tonight that did have her just slightly on edge, but this is what she’d signed up for. that proof had been inked into her forearm for some time now. her hair flitted to a vibrant green color as she took a flute of champagne from a serving platter. “huh? what? no, I didn’t hear you. I wasn’t listening. say it again.”