#pureblooded

Harry hadn't really thought he'd live to see... well this. The war was over, Hogwarts was rebuilding- he wanted to help but he wasn't really in a situation to help... His entire body just felt tired, and he wondered if it had to do with the fact that he wasn't sure the last time he'd slept.

"Accio Butterbeer."

It was the height of laziness, he knew he could just walk into the Burrow and grab one, but he was comfortable for the first time in perhaps a year. Tomorrow he would apply for the auror position- Kingsley had offered it to him and when offered between that or Hogwarts it felt...really clear.

"Can't go back." Harry muttered as he caught his summoned drink and took a sip of it, truthfully he doubted staying here; the Weasleys deserved their own time to heal, but the idea of staying at Grimmauld place made him want to go insane, at least until he got it remodeled.... He just hoped his Godfather would approve.

The nightmares hadn't been so bad, maybe some of the potions that he was given were helping... Maybe he was healing, but Harry wasn't entirely sure and had done his best not to think about it.

Fenrir was most of the time rather scarces when it came to meeting, not that he was ever invited unless they really wanted an attack dogs. And even that wasn’t always so clear. He knew that Voldemort had gone off the deep end literally and wanted him to literally attack anyone. Fenrir didn’t care, he told him or at least tried to, that he wasn’t a dog. Fullmoon was over and Fenrir was worse for wear anyway.

He knew his wolf was sometimes a bit agitated especially after a meeting before hand, so him being covered in blood, being his own or that of someone else or some animals. Fenrir didn’t care, it was tedious as he said. Sometimes his wolf would eat someone but not always. So now he stood in front of the smaller witch and just raised an eyebrow.

The pale blonde rolled off Blaise and laid down next to him, staring at the roof. They had just had one of their many flings. Their flirtatious relationship turned into friends with benefits and it worked out for both of them.

It had been a couple of weeks since Pansy had dropped the bombshell on Blaise. Pansy spent most of that time either working or laying low in the comfort of her own home. She was both feeling sorry for herself, and felt pretty awful with frequent morning sickness, so at home curled up with books for expecting parents was perfect for her. She really didn’t want much company, and she had only told a couple of people about her pregnancy at that point.

As the weeks went on, Pansy felt herself feeling better and better. She’d mostly come to terms with the situation at hand, and was no longer feeling as sick. Her appetite was back, and she was beginning to experience some of the more desirable side effects of pregnancy - thicker shinier hair and glowing skin, which only helped to make her feel even better.

The self-imposed isolation began to feel stifling and Pansy yearned for some company. Above anyone else, Pansy had been wanting to chat with Lyra, who was the only person that Pansy had really known that’d had a baby. She just wanted someone she could talk to, that would hopefully be able to understand what all Pansy was going through, and wasn’t a direct mutual friend of hers and Blaise’s. As upset as she was with Blaise, she didn’t want to vilify him to their friends, but knew she could rant to Lyra if needed. While Pansy really wanted to go out for a meal, she wanted the freedom to be able to talk to Lyra about absolutely anything, without anyone else hearing their conversation. Instead, she invited Lyra over for afternoon tea, and was taking some pastries out of the oven when she heard the fireplace begin to roar to life.

@pureblooded​: “ not to be dramatic but if i don’t get my life together i will die. ” ( blaise to draco )

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Draco couldn’t help but roll his eyes just a little bit. Out of anyone he had ever known, Blaise was not the kind of person to resort to dramatics when things went wrong, but ever since the war’s end, well... Everything was kind of arsed up for everyone involved, on both sides. He didn’t think getting a surprise visit from his friend would end up having them both in the garden while he listened to Blaise bitch about everything that had gone wrong.

“At least you have a chance to do that,” Draco said, his tone more dry and resigned than resentful. “I’m the one under house arrest for the next bloody year.” Ah the Malfoy legacy...How it crashed and burned. It would be a miracle if by this time next year he was even allowed to go out in public without getting harassed or attacked.

@pureblooded

Haven’t listened to Heathers all the way through... can’t get over some of the adaptation changes... 

Phantom of the Opera

Favorite Song: This is such a hard choice omg... Point of No Return? Or Music of the Night... it’s so beautiful