#dragonthroned

❛ not me, ❜ ginny's voice resounds, a strong thing - though in truth, she could see the tips of her wand shaking under the grasp of her own trembling hand. what a pathetic sight. even after years, he still had this much hold of her. and she- she understands it, alright. she gets that harry and dumbledore and quite literally everyone else outside of ron is tryin' to tell her that this isn't quite the same tom riddle, but how could they truly know ? how could they be so sure ? on her worser days, she still dreams of him. not quite like harry does, of course, but he is still there. he still haunts.

and he always will — that is his curse. the mark he leaves.

❛ tell me. ❜ her wand presses harder against his nape and ginny pretends she hasn't done so out of fear. that this is only courage. that this is only necessary. ❛ why'd you go to meet him ? ❜

❛ so, what do i owe this pleasure? ❜ from tom. 😌

It was only, roughly, a month ago since Bartemius was taken away from the tormenting prison that was Azkaban. He hadn't stayed there for very long, but it had been enough with only one night. This very generous man had taken him away from there and for that, Barty would always be in his debt. Happily so, too. In fact, Bartemius wished he'd never really repay him enough so that he could stay, for as long as possible. For as long as Lord Voldemort would let him.

She decides to take the long way to avoid the inevitable heartbreak that will face her. Her wand is always close by ready in case she find a poacher or a rather nasty spider. What she hadn't expected was a dragon. She had read about them and heard things but one was there so large and so beautiful. Her eyes go wide and she just stares.

She puts her wand away and shows flat palms. "I'm not- I'm not here to hurt you I promise. You are very beautiful... do you live here? I promise I only stumbled upon your home I can leave if you like." Did the dragon understand her? Did it care? She thinks it may be her best bet to just walk away slowly but she can't help but stare.

The Sacred Twenty-Eight were mostly there, familiar faces either from school or other functions. Some were far more valuable to the cause and to his personal aspirations. Lucius had made sure to be familiar with those attending, he was friendly with most, and connected to all. Some of the families had…become less influential over the centuries, whereas once they owned estates and had family members in the Ministry and other relevant places, now they sat in their old robes, backs straight but eyes frightened.

 He could use those, those hungry to prove themselves could be useful for him. “ Professor, a pleasure to see you again. I hope you’re doing well. ” The young Malfoy walked over to the corner where his former professor stood speaking to the eldest Bulstrode, who Lucius also greeted with a nod. “ Quite a turnout, but some faces are missing…” Much was said in the unfinished sentence. 

@dragonthroned | starter call (accepting)

Wool's Orphanage was a hateful place.

Though, Credence had to admit, anything was better than his previous home, anything preferable to the sermons and beatings he'd been subjected to from Ma Barebone. The scars still lay thick across his palms, his knuckles from where he'd received the belt more times than he could count, for being a 'wicked, sinful boy'. Maybe she was right, it seemed wicked to be glad that someone was dead, and yet it had brought more relief to him than anything else.

Ma's death had brought him here though, swapping one horrid place for somewhere which was only a little bit better. Some of the children here sneered at him, most tended to just avoid him if they could. Sometimes everything just seemed to get very loud, and like now, he would open up the small closet in his room, and tuck himself inside, where only one other person might think to look.

@dragonthroned gets a one liner from Luna!

˚ · .✧˚ · .✧˚ · . northern lapland ; its cold, grey — however charming & breathtaking — landscape something marisa was yet to get used to. it were hot sands, sweat & burning heat she was more accustomed to. benin had only as much to offer, though. . . had her position turned completely upside down & more than archeological papers needed in order for the magisterium to allow her back into their grace. of course, there was more to it. yet, the research made in afrikan kingdom was a diamont in the collection. a diamond she kept secured in the darkest chambers of her mind, crouching for the right moment to show to the world.

to have a taste of travel once more, to grasp onto the opportunities at filling up the ravenous curiosity fed her famished soul. it was this curiosity that had dragged her legs into the areas of lake enara. witches have long been of marisa's fascination. one hardly ever capable of coming across those magical creatures in southern parts of the globe. usually, it were the men boasting about their affairs, old ones hankering over loves long lost. marisa had often listened to those old people as a little girl.

with eyes cast up in the sky, the pine tress adoring the grays of the sky, it were a little black figures she expected to eventually see. cold & wind more and more profound the closer came to the cave area. it was a strange sound that caught her attention, though, made her stop. a whizz in the air you hear when something flies by your ear. then she saw it — huge wings up in the sky, a scaled form, long tail. mesmerised could not possibly describe the awe she felt. a dragon——— ?