#ofminerva

a false smile greets her former professor as the door to the office swings open. a quick hand motions her inside, and if it wasn’t for the fact that bellatrix knows that minerva knows her ---- she might almost appear genuinely inviting. as if she’s not running hundreds of ideas of how to get away with murdering her right then and there through her head. “are you in the habit of being late, or should i see to resetting my watch?” she asks, voice a little dry, but still wrapped in tenderness, a sharp tongue determined to go against its very nature. door closes behind them with a thud of finality ( and suddenly, they’re both at each other’s mercies ). she slips into another rigid smile, her eyes cold as she observes the professor. "coffee?” she questions, a hand waving slightly, forcing cups to drop onto the desk. “yes, we drink coffee too. we’re just like you, even though your kind is so eager to pretend otherwise.” there’s no point in pretending like someone like mcgonagall hasn’t guessed what side bellatrix is fighting for --- after all, she witnessed her very demise. 

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       “That colour suits you.”

you don’t want specifics, v. just sayin’.  but yes, i’m on jupiter. tell me what your day was like.  distract me from my imminent death.

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

                                                                      “You lost?”           Isn’t there a saying, somewhere, about wolves and girls and each having sharp teeth? Sevro thinks there is as he looks to the woman on the path beneath him. Hair of spun gold, lit aflame by the late afternoon sun that filters through the canopy above them, falls about such a pretty face that for a moment, he does not see the hefty knife strapped to the woman’s waist. ( Sharp indeed. ) Tongue in cheek, he jumps down from his branch. Dirt and crushed leaves plume about his boots when he hits the ground and as Sevro straightens, he finds himself having to lift his gaze. The woman stands a fair few inches taller than he. Oh, how fun.                                 “You’ve crossed this path, like, three times. And not that                              you don’t look mighty capable of handling yourself, but these                                                 woods aren’t safe when night falls.”

Pierce Brown, Golden Son