in slytherin, you make your real friends

theo disappears some evenings and blaise just wants to know what he’s doing. when he finds out, he understands right away. | thlaise | 1672 words | read in ao3

Blaise took some time to realise there was something odd with how sometimes Theodore Nott sneaked off the Slytherin common room, and came back almost by the time he would get in trouble for being out. For months, Blaise assumed he was just going to the library as he did almost everyday. For reading and writing his essays which was a very Theodore Nott thing to to, with his brilliant intelligence and his determination.

But, the more he paid attention to him, and Blaise Zabini paid a lot of attention to Theodore Nott, he started to notice Theo didn’t carry around his books or his parchment, not even his quilt, he just walked out with a tattered bag hanging from his shoulder, which was mysteriously emptier the moment he came back home.

Blaise was not, of course, obsessed. Of course not. There was just this slight curiosity, just that. Just because Theo was somehow someone who didn’t seem to do what everyone else did, not because Blaise didn’t think he was one of the most intriguing and interesting people in his year, or even his house.

@slytheringirlsgang event: make me choose: BEAUXBATONS OR DURMSTRANG

@slytheringirlsgang event: NON-SLYTHERIN AUS pansy parkinson  →  gryffindor

“when the sorting hat screamed gryffindor the silence started to ring in pansy’s ears and everything became anger. there had to be a mistake, she was a snake not a lion.

@slytheringirlsgang event: NON-SLYTHERIN AUS

she used to be the tallest of her class, but puberty fucked her over and now she only reaches to daphne’s shoulders if she’s wearing high heels

which means, she’s tiny but she will fight you

she hates hates butterbeer, whose idea was that rubbish?

she snorts when she laughs

yes it’s the cutest sound you will ever heard

by the end of her fifth year she perfected a potion to help with period cramps and pains

after the war, the formula was bought by slug and jiggers apothecary and it became a world best seller

she can, literally, outdrink everyone

she wears black clothes the 95% of the time, the other 5% it’s burgundy

she doesn’t speak about her family at all and calls theo, blaise and draco her “reluctant brothers”

she claims she could fancy everyone but at the same time despises men as if she wasn’t relatable enough

(in fact, she says the only man you can trust is theodore nott, which can be easily confirmed by everyone who has talked to theo for more than three seconds)

she will do anything for the people she cares about, literally anything

out of spite, she started to dress into muggle fashion to annoy her mother, until it became such an important part of her identity she’s unable to wear robes and traditional witch clothing any longer

her obsession with lingerie it’s worrying

she owns two black cats: vulchanova and vablatsky

she lived three years in moscow after the war, trying to clear her head off

when she was back to london, borgin and burkes was on the verge of bankruptcy so she used her family money to buy it, remodel it and make it an oddities shop called: shop for the strange and the unusual

nowadays, it’s a top destination for buying antiques and reliquaries related to ancient magic

her relationship with hermione was tense for years, until the two of them decided to sit down and talk about how their rivalry was rooted into internalized misogyny and it was exactly what the heteropatriarchy wanted, to have them as enemies instead of as allies

harry potter a-z

B - millicent bulstrode

theo loves blaise, and he knows it simply can’t be. and pansy realises there’s nothing she can say to make it right. pansy&theo friendship ; thlaise | 1061 words | read in ao3

“i think i love blaise.” theo whispered, but his voice was so low pansy almost missed it, almost because she was more than used to theo’s habit of communicating by mumbles.

a faint smile appeared on her face. of course she knew, everyone with eyes on their faces knew how theo fancied blaise, and how mutual the whole situation was, with blaise studying theo’s face in the library with more dedication than any book he ever owned.

but it was still theo. quiet, shy and reserved theo the one who made the step about talking about it. whatever it was, it was troubling him enough for making him speak, and pansy wanted to honour that by letting theo do it his way.

so pansy didn’t really say anything, she just nodded and smiled, and waited for theo to go on with whatever his train of thoughts was. but, it seemed that it hit what he said just yet, and he started to flush, looking down, playing with the fabric of his trousers, and back to his mumbling, but this time, so low and so fast, not even pansy could catch what was all about.

harry potter a-z

A - andromeda tonks (née black)

hogwarts is controlled by death eaters and voldemort supporters, what happens to slytherins who don’t know their place? thlaise | 3145 words | read in ao3 

Carrow made all of them stand up, segregated by houses, the Slytherin in the first rows, standing proudly before any other students, like it should be. Theo had tried to keep himself as further in the back as he managed, Draco was proudly standing in the very first row, the spotlight, next to Pansy and Daphne, Goyle and Crabble and Millicent. Blaise was standing right behind of them, and Theo was in the third and last row of the Slytherin students, standing next to what it seemed a quite shook Tracey Davis.

“My name is Amycus Carrow.” The big, bulky man said, as he started to walk around the students, analysing them and scrutinizing them more than just looking at them. Theo tried to stand up, unfazed, but it was rather difficult. “I am your new teacher of Dark Arts.” There was a chuckle after he said that, and the shiver running down Theo spine made him shudder.

His thoughts went into a spiral of his father and his Death Eater friends, and what they were capable of, what kind of things they were going to be up to, and he had missed whatever Carrow was talking about. The noble cause of the course, the things they were going to focus on, and the emphasize of a practical approach. Theo only heard properly the last part of the speech, but it was enough to make him shudder.

@slytheringirlsgang event: make me choose: LESTRANGE or ROSIER

@hogwartshousesnet | august event | favourite slytherin character 

@slytheringirlsgang event: SUMMER LOVIN’

ship edit | harry potter & pansy parkinson (hansy) →  @potterkinson

“ he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for. ”  (x) (insp)

narcissa malfoy (née black)

(b. 1955) was a pure-blood witch, the youngest daughter of Cygnus Black III and Druella Rosier, younger sister of Bellatrix Lestrange and Andromeda Tonks, wife of Lucius Malfoy, mother of Draco Malfoy and the grandmother of Scorpius Malfoy.