Nov 28, 2018
MOODBOARD #96 ;; NARCISSA MALFOY / BEAUTIFUL LIAR
‘ Put those away! If you attack my son again, I shall ensue that it is the last thing you ever do ‘
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MOODBOARD #96 ;; NARCISSA MALFOY / BEAUTIFUL LIAR
‘ Put those away! If you attack my son again, I shall ensue that it is the last thing you ever do ‘
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❛ are you mad ? ❜ it was the last place she’d expected narcissa to want to go. why on earth would they want to go see that slithering snake of a man ? snape was not loyal to the dark lord, of that bella was certain. he couldn’t be trusted, not with his ties to dumbledore and that silly order of the phoenix ! ❛ be reasonable cissy ! he’s not one of us, he’ll let draco die if it saves his own slimy skin ! why would you want to risk it ? ❜
She rose an auburn brow. “Was my son wrong to call out your husband?” she asked. Her tone was polite, they were after all in a public. And it had not just been her husband her son had listed, but she doubted that was the point. “After all the Ministry put Harry through, I think he has more than earned a little justice.” Not enough in her opinion. But at least people were finally believe them.
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❛ i know i’ll fall in love with you. ❜ - for rabastan
HE’S NOT ONE TO GET HIS HOPES UP. he knows that this world had not been made for him nor had he been made in the proper and preferred image. it had always been rodolphus’s for the taking while rabastan was merely a shadow or a stain , a spilled ink bottle from the lestrange study his parents had no idea how to clean up. and his wife , completely the opposite , looking at him as though he were something . . . MORE.
❛ do you ? ❜
he cannot help the smile that splits his face , eyes gleaming with a newfound joy he had always feared indulging in. it had been more than enough that she was able to smile at him after the vows were spoken , and his expectations had been floored when he’d been allowed to share chambers , but narcissa was continually surprising him , and then hope came naturally. he couldn’t quite help it.
❛ i will love you all the same , you know. you - how you are now is enough for me. we are - we get along well , don’t we ? ❜
but if she does , well . . . he cannot think to cherish anything more than the love of his wife.
tangling their fingers together , he presses his lips to her temple , more out of giddiness than any logic. he’s always been one to WAIT , to receive rather than initiate , but it feels right , and so he does it.
❛ thank you. for - everything. ❜
"This is where it's all gonna fall apart." - for Bella
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the dark witch’s lip quiver, ever so slightly that one would need to be close ( closer than most were brave be from bellatrix ) to even notice it, for once in quiet resignation —— she loves her sister, more than anyone else in the world, but their paths have always diverged slightly. although she was nothing like andy, cissy was lighter in nature; a delicate creature not cut for times of war. despite the intrusive thoughts of anger && indignation that threaten to rise at what the lieutenant side of bella deemed to be weakness, bellatrix regains some of her former composure —— for a moment almost resembling the woman she was before azkaban took the life from her eyes —— and glares daggers at her sister, lips ready to spill venom.
‘ ‘ so that’s it—you’re bailing now ? ’ ’ the woman hisses but looks more hurt than angry at her younger sister. death of a relative, no matter how distant, was still something to be mourned, she can’t lose her sister now too; bellatrix, however, prefers not to dwell on that sort of pain any longer than necessary. ‘ ‘ that’s cowardice, narcissa —— even for a malfoy. we are at war, things are going to be tougher to settle than your fancy parties. if at the first inconvenience you crack, you might as well just leave with the rats. ’ ’
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“Is it ALWAYS so dark an’ moody ‘round here? It’s starting to make me feel like I’m back in Teenie’s dungeon of an office.” There was a sense of displeasure in her tone, one that was pretty evident with the words she spoke. She wasn’t entirely sure WHAT she was expecting of the Ministry of Magic but it was far more glamorous in her mind. At least this woman was fashionably pleasing which brought a smile to her lips, “I’m Queenie an’ it’s no wonder why you wear such a lovely coat. It looks real warn an’ cosy. An’ yes, I’m from New York. I came over with my sister. She’s an Auror an’ try’na help with important things.”
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❛ save the disgust. i wouldn’t be seeking you out if it weren’t of utmost importance. ❜ it was no secret how much the malfoys despised the weasleys, and vice versa. ❛ i don’t know if you’ve been made aware yet, but draco is in the hospital wing. he was severely injured in the bathrooms only moments ago. he’ll pull through, but you may wish to be there for him. ❜ she’s leaving out the details of what happened for now. she’ll allow minerva to handle that bit.
— ❛ liedriven.
❛ it’s so -- cold...
she’d always had trouble reading them, she chalked it up to a language barrier, but this... this is something else. all she can see, all she can FEEL is empty and cold, like walking into a dark room. brow furrowed Queenie took a half step back, hands worrying together, this woman was strong -- perhaps more so than herself.