#noxfurem

It wasn't something she'd gotten a chance to enjoy during her time at Hogwarts, but now that she was free of the school she found herself enjoying a lot of the things she hadn't had time for. One of those being catching up with those she'd gone to school with. While she'd never been huge into quidditch, she had plenty of friends who were. And she'd always joined her house in supporting the Puff quidditch team, but now that she was free and living in London she focused on other aspects she might not have been able to. Lanie had found a perfect mundane coffee shop near the Ministry and she'd been surprised that Ginny had accepted her offer to meet there. She figured the other was still busy with her professional quidditch career now that they didn't have to worry about the war. "Though, I'm not sure what to think about all this pumpkin spice."

@noxfurem  ​ a kiss on the forehead --- from orion black to lucretia black . 

wide hazel eyes flutter closed -- a warmth the texture of honey blossoming across her skin. the eldest black sibling slid her slim fingers to tug against her brother’s jacket sleeve. 

 ❝ ori . ❞ lucretia exhales , all traces of anxiety had dissolved, it was like she had swallowed a calming drought. it was funny how one simple kiss to the forehead from her brother could affect her so positively.

even though orion was lucretia’s younger brother -- it didn’t feel that way to her. from a young age, she had relied on orion for attention and protection. heck -- orion was barely toddling on two feet when lucretia had taken to clinging to him like a lemur. it was upsettingly clear that their parents favoured orion over her -- as she grew older, she soon suspected her gender was the primary factor, naturally. he was their family’s heir after all -- the first born son. she couldn’t lose him -- where would she be without him?

90210 // @noxfurem (astoria)

sometimes when people give her compliments, it makes tears spring to her eyes, and she has to blink a thousand times in order not to start crying. because that would be very pathetic. (her mom’s words, not her own.) her mom had raised a daughter who was stronger than that. (again, her words, not udyati’s.) but the words of the mother rattle around in the head of the daughter, anyway.

a wide smile appears on her face and it’s like clouds part for the sun. her voice is nothing but a whisper on the wind, but the words that are carried towards astoria are no less sincere.

             Helena is still pouting. She wants her mother, she doesn’t want this person who is so focused on whatever paper is in front of her that she can’t acknowledge Helena’s ideas. And she has sO many! She has so many thoughts she felt like she would BURST if she didn’t speak them out loud but now that she has and has been so throughly ignored she feels even worse than when she started off. So she’s pouting even as her mother grabs her hand, even as she tries to make it up to her. It doesn’t matter now.

It’s not so much of a knock, as her door near CRUNCHES IN on itself, out of pure self defence. Marlene’s head whipping to the side, heart left pounding, aching, that question that reflects internal while wondering, was this the end for her? How it all feels concave, and her stack of cards are coming down, down, down from above, but when it’s Frank who bursts through the door, it’s hard to know how to react; is this a test? Paranoia creeps down her throat, it threatens to strangle her whole and alive, she barely knows how to breathe until he begins to sob, and only then does Marlene realise that his palms are stained with blood and gore, something is wrong, and it’s why he even dares to come here, despite the risk, and not knowing who might be here.

There isn’t much to say; it starts with her clearing out the top of the desk within her sprawling London flat, as if to make room; Marlene always was the best at potions within her year, and not knowing what might be needed, she’s already off looking for bandages, ointments. There’s time for the safety precautions that they’ve all MEMORISED BY HEART after the fact, but right now they can’t handle themselves through riddles, and he’s hardly in the state. “What happened?” there’s urgency in the way she hisses, her posh sweaters already stained, as she, comes back now with her arms filled, and a panic having settled into her breast, already fearing for the worst when he manages to spirit Alice through the door.

And oh, how she’s worse for wear. Alice, who Frank loved, Alice, who Marlene loved, there’s a wet gasp as Frank pulls her to the other side, and Marlene’s left to whisper a spell, the blood mopped up and out of sight before the door’s pushed shut. “Frank.” she’s trying to get him to speak, her voice shuttering slightly, but finding the footing that she needs for this, allowing that authority to swell, and take over; the rest of her is on AUTO PILOT, as she’s pressing down on wounds, and, her palms grow sticky as she tries to mentally pull together what’s needed to put together the right spell, the right potion. “Tell me what in the bloody hell happened here so we can get to saving your wife!”