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𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃:  MCLAGGEN IS OUR KING !!!#2986

THE   DAYS   HAVE   BEEN   BLURRING   TOGETHER   ,   one   oppresive   blanket  of   gray   woven   into   the   next   ,   with   snow   and   bitter   cold   chasing   every   last   person   who   dares   to   venture   out   back   into   their   homes   .   draco   himself   has   spent   most   of   the   last   week   cooped   up   in   the   small   flat   he   recently   rented   to   escape   malfoy   manor   ,   and   the   lack   of   square   footage   was   beginning   to   drive   him   mad   .   so   when   astoria   called   ,   he   decided   to   brave   winter’s   wrath   .

she   hadn’t   even   made   it   inside   ,   pushing   the   small   red   and   green   box   into   his   hands   as   soon   as   they   were   both   stood   on   the    tiny   step   outside   .   so   close   he   can   see   the   tiniest   snowflake   land   in   the   thick   of   dark   lashes   she   looks   up   at   him   through   .   despite   the   blustery   environment   ,   her   mere   presence   radiates   WARMTH   and   color   that   envelope   him   tightly   .   it’s   enough   to   make   breathing   suddenly   more   difficult   than   usual   .   .   .

“   good   thing   i   anticipated   this   and   got   you   something   as   well   ,   ”   he   muses   with   a   rye   smile    as   the   box   turns   over   slowly   in   his   hands   —   he’d   reasoned   that   astoria’s   good   nature   makes   gift   -   giving   quite   inevitable   .

snow    was   one     of      astoria’s      favourite      weathers,    especially      one      of      the      seasonal      ones.      it’s      something      that      appeared      less      and      less      as        the      years      went      by.      the      coldness      and      having      to      wrap      up      in      hats      and      scarfs      (      along      with      the      need      to      ingest      hot      chocolate      most      days.      )      is      something      she      always      looked      forwards.      also      it      didn’t      help      that      she      loved      how      beautiful      things      looked      touched      by      snowflakes.    

that’s      why      she      had      decided      to      walk      to      draco’s      rather      than      just      apparating      inside,      beside      where’s      the      sense      of      surprise      in      that?      nerves      wrecked      through      her      body      even      though      she      knows      she      didn’t      have      any      reason      to      be      nervous.      it      is      only      draco      after      all      but      that      didn’t      stop      the      blush      from      creeping      onto      her      cheeks      when      the      door      opened      and      she      was      welcomed      with      the      view      of      the      ex-slytherin      prince.      and      she      could      never        help      but      smile      every      time      she      laid      eyes      on      him.      

JJ HAS A MEME SPAM DAY

@starsmaiden​​ sent: “ stop doing that - stop trying to hide your emotions from me. “

“I’m not –” She is. She always is. She’s Jennifer Jareau. There’s never a time when she isn’t hiding her emotions from someone. She denies it so quickly like it’s an instinct. A habit. It’s well practiced and routine. But Astoria’s right. She’s hiding. She’s always hiding. And somehow, Astoria Greengrass always makes that impossible. “It’s just…” she doesn’t finish the sentence. JJ paces two steps the other way, hisses air through her teeth and stretches her mouth like that might ease the tension in her jaw. Her hands feel shaky and clammy in front of her. This isn’t how she usually does things. She’s off her game – unsteady. 

JJ drops her hands to her side and smoothes her palms over her pants. She wishes she had bigger robes on so she didn’t suddenly feel so small. She’s not usually small. She’s usually proud, held together, unshakeable. This is different. Astoria’s different. Not just because of who she is but what she is. A beautiful, wide eyed symbol of all things JJ isn’t both in temperament and things that mattered, and in blood status and things that didn’t. Things that she knows matter to Astoria’s family. They must. They’re one of the only pureblood families left. 

“I guess I’d just always wondered…” she can barely spit out the words. Some part of their friendship had always felt a little heavier. A little unspoken. Like maybe – just maybe – “I’m sorry. This really isn’t about me. Your parents are talking about setting you up in some kind of marriage treaty and I”m the one with sweaty hands.” JJ shakes her head, refocuses her attention back on Astoria, standing against the wall in the corridor they always meet in. She smoothes her hands over her own hair, tucking it behind her ears. “Are you okay?”

it broke her. not the fact that she is more than likely to be married off to some guy in some sort of way of keeping the pureblood line pure and proper but the thing that had her insides twisting, her chest tightening as the words left her mothers mouth, the way her father were looking down at her, was that she knew everything is about to change. no matter how much she didn’t want it too, she knows her future is out of her hands and there is nothing she could do about it. Things will never change. Things will not change. It can’t. It’s all that kept repeating in her hand, yet it is written in the stars to do exactly that. 

What did this mean for their ... friendship? For whatever it is what they were. Her family tolerated this thing they had but they had always been verbally loud about how much they wished she’d move on, or make friends with other people. But how could Astoria be friends with anyone else other than ... her?   The one person that truly understood everything about her, the one person Astoria knew she could pour her heart to and feel some form of comfort with. They are almost like they are two sides of one coin. The opposites but the same. She couldn’t let that be whipped away from her life, as it would leave her with a gaping hole where JJ belongs.  But when JJ speaks to her, Astoria didn’t quite hear her at first with the others words bringing her back to reality. She didn’t want to be there. She didn’t want to be anywhere. She wants to be in her arms.  but no, she refrains. 

              a  last  deep  drag  of  smoke  is  taken,   addiction  gripped  him  during  the  war,   mouth  like  an  ashtray  but  nerves  slightly  calmed  by  nicotine.   dinner  is  to  be  a  disaster,   former  allies  that  turn  their  noses  up  at  his  name  now  that  it  doesn’t  bring  them  glory  but  scorn,   keeping  up  apparences  is  all  he  has  left      /      he  must  clear  his  name,   must  fix  what  he  broke,   must  pay  for  what  he  did.   grey  hues  glance  with  annoyance,   pale  fingers  adjusting  mechanically  his  bow,         ❝  if  the  choice  to  stay  here  existed,  do  you  think  we  would  even  go  to  that  blasted  shit  ?  ❞         everything  is  in  ruins      &&      he’s  standing  there,   with  only  his  bare  hands  to  rebuild  what  his  father’s  pride  and  what  his  stupidity  broke,   he  only  has  her  as  an  ally      /      she  can’t  let  him  down.

it’s    all     wrapped     up     neatly    with    a    bow    on     top.     she    has    even    wrapped    the     small     box     up     with     green     paper,    the     ribbon    that    dangles     a    striking    red     colour     that’s     sure     to     catch     his     eyes.     a     blush     creeps    up     on    her    cheeks    as     light     hues     flutter     up    to     look    at     him,     a     small     snowflake     falling    onto    her    eyelashes.     she    doesn’t     know     why     she’s    so     nervous     ,     perhaps     it’s     because     it’s     the    first     time     she’s     given     him     a     gift     ,    or    perhaps     because      it’s      him      she’s     giving     it    to.      ❝      here     ,     i     know    we     said     no     gifts     but    i     couldn’t     help     myself.      ❞