don't kill my vibe.

( cis man | he/him | mason gooding ) —— isn’t that WALDEN MACNAIR? yeah that is them, outside the three broomsticks! they used to be in SLYTHERIN but apparently they now work as an EXECUTIONER at PEST ADVISORY OFFICE. sybill once said that they reminded her of bruised and bloodied knuckles, late night bonfires, smelling like whiskey at events, and smashed mirrors which seems about right. anyway i’ve heard they’re still a bit CHARISMATIC, CALLOUS, and UNSTABLE, they’re TWENTY FOUR now but some things never change! i wonder how being a PUREBLOOD is affecting them after hogwarts, especially now they’re a DEATH EATER (UNMARKED)? i guess only time will tell…

𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 / 𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘

                       ❝   don’t   even   get   me   started   —   that   dreadful   family   …   ❞   she   refrained   from   rolling   her   eyes,   but   mary-jane   so   desperately   wanted   to   make   a   scene   at   the   mention   of   the   longbottoms.   she   wasn‘t   sure   if   it   was   them   in   actuality,   or   if   it   was   because   of   the   reason   they   joined   the   family.   mary-jane   didn’t   hold   a   single   bone   of   forgiveness   in   her   body,   and   would   always   hold   the   grudges   she   created   for   her   mother   since   she   was   nine.   if   her   mother   hadn’t   left,   then   her   father   wouldn’t   have   remarried,   and   frank   wouldn’t   be   her   step-brother.   ❝   wasn’t   trying   to   fight   me,   per   se,   but   was   certainly   pissing   me   off.   kids   these   days   …   all   they   do   is   whine   and   whine.   skin   made   of   pure   porcelain.   ❞   she   pressed   her   lips   together   to   fight   a   smile   at   the   memory   of   it   all   —   how   his   body   flew   and   the   impact   on   the   table   that   shattered.   ❝   oh,   a   knight   in   shining   armour   you   are.   she   must   be   absolutely   smitten.   ❞  

                    ❝   we   call   that   self   control   in   the   crabbe   household.   ❞   mary-jane   let   out   a   sniff   of   a   laugh   at   the   thought   of   any   of   them   having   a   sense   of   self   control   —   she   wasn’t   even   sure   if   trixie   held   the   trait   either.   ❝   boo,   ❞   she   pouted,   but   brushed   it   off.   sure,   it   was   probably   for   the   best   that   she   lay   low   for   a   bit   considering   her   blow   up   in   the   pub   on   that   kid.   better   not   cause   anymore   scenes   for   a   while   —   maybe   use   some   of   that   self   control   she   was   talking   about.   ❝   some   stupid   kid,   barely   looked   old   enough   to   even   be   allowed   in   the   bar   in   the   first   place.   bloody   imbecile.   ❞   but   merlin   did   it   feel   good   to   hurt   him.   ❝   you   think   ?   pray,   do   tell.   i   have   to   lay   low   for   a   while   so   don’t   spare   any   juicy   details   on   the   future   plan.   ❞

                     ❝      you   might   be   doing   fine   but   it   doesn’t   make   it   fine   walden   .   i’m   glad   you’re   all   past   it   ,      glad   you’re   not   dwelling   in   it   but   things   like   that   matter   .      at   least   to   make   sure   the   same   mistakes   aren’t   made   again      ❞         hand   reaching   to   hold   one   of   his   for   a   moment   .         ❝   we’ll   do   things   differently      ❞      and   she   let   it   go   again   .         ❝      i   don’t   want   to   argue   with   you   on   this   but   if   i’m   going   to   be   your   wife   ?      let   me   care   about   you      ❞

                  ❝   some   people   might’ve      ❞         she   shrugged   looking   around   ,      it   was   the   things   like   this   ,      little   things   that   could   be   so   major   ,      that   were   still   just   questions   about   each   other   .         ❝      what   do   you   think   about   it   then   ?      about   the   future   ?      any   greats   plans   ,      anything   we   should   set   out   to   achieve   together   ❞         she   was   going   into   this   with   her   own   plans   but   that   didn’t   mean   she   couldn’t   work   towards   what   aided   them   both   .      ❝      that’s   very   noble   of   you   :      to   defend   a   lady’s   sensibilities   ,      to   solve   her   problems   .      but   you’re   not   a   tool   ,      and   you   claim   you’re   no   defender   ;      so   what   are   you   ?      a   weapon   maybe   ?      ❞

                     ❝      it’s   just   hard   not   to   feel   like   i   am   sometimes   ,      you   ever   find   like   …         like   its   easy   to   know   something   but   its   harder   to   believe   it   ?      like   i   know   i’m   no   idiot   but   there’s   those   moments   every   so   often      ❞         a   second   with   her   head   in   her   hands   before   she   looked   up   ,      catching   his   eye   .         ❝      i   sound   so   silly   don’t   i   ?      i’ve   got   so   much   and   then   here   i   am   complaining   about   all   this      ❞         maybe   it   would   be   easier   not   to   think   herself   an   idiot   if   she   didn’t   keep   calling   herself   one   ?      at   least   walden   was   one   of   the   first   people   she’d   ever   shared   these   thoughts   out   loud   with   .         ❝      i   like   that   you   don’t   just   let   me   have   my   way   ,      we   challenge   each   other   —   i   think   that   gives   us   a   good   place   to   build   from   ?      ❞

                  she   could   feel   her   face   getting   redder   by   the   minute   ,   cheeks   ablaze   and   hands   growing   clammy   ,      a   moment   that   was   likely   just   seconds   in   reality   had   slowed   to   an   excruciating   crawl   .      a   worry   setting   in   that   she’d   made   him   uncomfortable   .      she’d   been   too   bold   .   too   presumptuous   .      an   apology   almost   to   her   lips   when   she   felt   his   hand   settle   at   her   waist   .      as   he   pulled   her   closer   .      stop   talking   .   but   she   was   never   much   one   for   apologies   .      the   sorry   she’d   so   very   nearly   almost   said   replaced   by   a   soft         ❝      wait   ,   wha-   ❞         interrupted   by   his   lips   on   hers   .      and   then   instinct   took   over   .      leaning   in   to   walden   ,      into   his   touch   ,      one   hand   coming   up   to   rest   on   his   chest   as   the   other   tangled   up   in   his   hair   ,   pulling   him   closer   .      this   time   they’d   do   this   properly   .

         walden  thought  for  a  second  ,   knowing  that  she  was  right,  but  didn’t  want  to  admit  it  .   he  was  nervous  about  being  in  any  kind  of  relationship  that  resembled  the  one  his  parents  had  and  he  didn’t  care  if  it  meant  that  he  was  pissing  off  andromeda  to  make  sure  that  it  didn’t  happen  .   truly,  he  didn’t  really  care  if  he  did  or  not  .   after  all,  he  didn’t  have  those  kinds  of  feelings  for  her  .   love  wasn’t  real  and  walden  knew  that  he  was  playing  himself  if  he  believed  they  were  anything  other  than  a  partnership  between  two  people  that  didn’t  want  to  be  stuck  .   they’d  chosen  this  and  that  was  the  distinction  .   he  had  to  remind  himself  of  that  after  all  .   “ the  same  mistakes  aren’t  being  made  because  i’m  not  doing  this  for  the  reason  my  parents  did  . ”   not  many  people  knew  that  his  parents  only  married  because  they  had  to  .   forced  into  marriage  by  their  parents  because  his  mother  was  pregnant  ,   even  walden  had  done  the  math  .   “ we’re  choosing  this  . ”   and  it  was  a  big  distinction  .   “ yeah  because  i  don’t  hate  you  and  you’re  not  pregnant  . ”   at  least  he  didn’t  think  so  .   “ no  one  has  ever  cared  about  me  before  . ”                      

         he  might  be  a  bit  strange  in  what  he  did  and  didn’t  care  about  ,   walden  didn’t  care  though  .   there  were  reasons  behind  everything  he  did  —   and  he  didn’t  have  to  explain  himself  to  anyone  ,   nor  did  he  think  that  she  had  any  reason  to  explain  herself  about  experience  .   “ i  think  you’ll  find  that  there’s  not  much  i  do  care  about  ,   as  long  as  i’m  getting  respect  . ”   what  were  his  goals  ?   walden  didn’t  exactly  know  .   he  wanted  to  be  seen  as  something  more  than  just  a  pureblood  man  ,   more  than  a  volatile  man  with  nowhere  for  his  fists  to  go  .   “ i  guess  really  i  just  want  respect  ,   to  be  seen  rather  than  looked  at  as  if  i’m  a  ghost  . ”   he  didn’t  know  how  to  explain  that  to  people  ,   that  while  he  had  the  respect  of  some  of  his  peers  ,   a  lot  of  him  didn’t  see  him  at  all  .   he  didn’t  care  about  blood  purity  like  some  people  did  —   while  he  thought  it  was  important  ,   it  wasn’t  everything  and  that’s  not  what  he  was  hoping  to  gain  by  joining  the  death  eaters  .   “ what  about  you  ?   what  goals  do  you  have  ? ”   he  asked  .   he’d  do  what  he  could  to  help  her  achieve  them  ,   if  he  could  .   walden  had  never  thought  about  it  like  that  before  .   “ isn’t  a  tool  the  same  thing  as  a  weapon  ? ”  he  asked  ,   furrowing  his  brow  .                      

         “ i  think  everyone  feels  like  that  ,   myself  included  .   i’m  not  booksmart  .   i  get  that  though  .   i  really  do  . ”   he  didn’t  think  that  she  sounded  silly  ,   and  he  didn’t  think  that  anyone  that  felt  like  that  was  silly  .   “ you  sound  like  every  human  that  i’ve  ever  spoken  to  .   we  all  have  insecurities  andromeda  .   mine  is  feeling  like  i  don’t  belong  . ”   but  was  he  wrong  ?   did people  actually  think  he  belonged  anywhere  ?  “ but  you  ,   andromeda  black   ,   are  special  and  anyone  that  says  otherwise  clearly  cannot  see  what  an  amazing  woman  you  are  . ”   he  didn’t  really  want  her  to  have  a  bigger  ego  ,   but  he  also  needed  her  to  know  that  she  was  amazing  ,   that  he  thought  she  was  amazing  .   “ well  what  fun  would  it  be  if  i  just  let  you  win  ? ”   he  asked  ,   a  smirk  on  his  face  . 

“Yes, exactly. It’s the specific idiot juice that’s best to serve with lamb.” Seph shrugged, accio’ing a pitcher of apple juice from the fridge. “Fine by me. I’ve got my idiot juice, you’ve got yours.”

          “ i  don’t  know  why  so  many  people  care  about  drinking  .   i  bet  it  doesn’t  even  taste  that  good  . ”   walden  hated  drinking  and  people  that  drank  .   and  he  didn’t  think  it  was  an  excuse  for  acting  like  an  idiot  .   “ thank  you  . ”   he  took  a  glass  and  poured  himself  a  glass  of  apple  juice  .

@waldcnmacnairs​ : because if i have to suffer so do you <3

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“I guess we’re asking a ghost if he was haunted by a ghost when he was here?”

          “  are  we ?   that  sounds  boring  when  we  could  be  doing  something  completely  different ,   like  not  bothering  ghosts .   leave  them  alone ,   i  want  to  be  a  menace  to  the  living .  ” 

cissa was not easy to please and she knew that. she also knew that she came off incredibly cold and bitchy but what you see is what you got and she knew that if she wanted to make this work then she needed to try and get to know the person it was just—cissa was scared that andromeda wouldn’t have time for her anymore in the same way that bellatrix was always busy with her family now. granted, it was a family of two but rodolphus and bellatrix were a strong front and marriage changes things and she knew that she would eventually fall to the same thing having a betrothed herself now but she knew that it definitely wasn’t because of love. she hardly knew rikard and that was a whole other bit of complicated worms that she didn’t want to open. she just missed her sister who seemed to be busy now. it wasn’t anyone’s fault but narcissa’s own for feeling this way. “i’m aware,” she says with a polite smile. it wasn’t the first person to tell her that she was lucky she had a family that loved her, she knew that she was privileged in a lot of ways but because their family looked perfect didn’t mean that they were. “you’re not,” cissa agrees again, grabbing her cigarettes from her pocket. “i don’t think anyone ever will be.” she says with a smile, lighting it with her finger. “power isn’t everything though,” cissa says with a shrug, trying to understand where he was coming from, understanding that you could have all the power in the world but what could it get you? many people had wanted power for the very same reasons and history has shown that you could only have so much before you inevitably fall. she didn’t want her sister to fall. 

“well, at least we know if you’re ever cold at the very least you’ll have a pair of mittens to sport.” cissa says, thinking that it was an unusual hobby but a hobby nonetheless she couldn’t say the same for herself. “when i say i’m boring i mean it. i just do a lot of reading.” she was in the slug club for a reason, she didn’t get all of the fun things like her sisters did but she knew she had the brains. “back at hogwarts i’m part of the duelling club but i think that’s about it.” she shrugs her shoulders now and blowing the smoke up into the air. “doesn’t everyone?” she says it like a question, but it isn’t one. doesn’t everyone want to feel like they belong somewhere?

          families were a complicated thing, especially when it came to the macnair family. they’d made everything about business rather than love and his parent’s relationship was nothing anymore, maybe it never had been. sometimes he wondered why they even pretended to care instead of showing off how cruel they were. although, he supposed that kind of person didn’t look good to the public. if everyone knew just how awful his parents were, the whole business wouldn’t have grown the way it did. still, his parents hadn’t cared about him and had left him on his own growing up. they’d thrown him to the wolves, barred their teeth at him, and acted like he was the rabid wolf rather than them. he knew how to play a part well, even if playing that part was exhausting most of the time. sure every family had cracks, but the black sisters had each other. walden didn’t have anyone and he didn’t pretend to know what it felt like to have someone on his side. he didn’t think he was a good choice for andromeda, but that was the point. this wasn’t his doing alone. “besides, she picked me herself, so really you need to ask her what she sees in me because i’m incredibly stupid.” he wasn’t the biggest idiot in the world of course, but he did come in close second. walden wasn’t trying to be anyone he wasn’t. “exactly, power isn’t everything. if i wanted power, i would have gone into the family business. i could’ve chosen someone from a different country to court.” but he hadn’t gone that route because his parents never gave him anything, why should he give them something? no, walden wanted to stay in england, wanted to know what it felt like to have a family that cared for him—and so far andromeda was giving him at least a little taste of that. he wanted to be seen as something. 

                    she   bit   her   lip   to   stop   her   from   saying   what   she   really   wanted   to   say   ,      to   call   him   a   big   baby   who   couldn’t   deal   with   not   being   everyone’s   priority   .         ❝      if   you   weren’t   so   set   on   making   an   argument   of   this   we’d   probably   be   saying   our   goodbyes   already      ❞         good   intentions   always   did   die   hard   .         ❝      see   ,      now   you’re   getting   it   .      no   one’s   bleeding   out   ,      no   one’s   life   or   death   ,      you   all   get   seen   when   you   get   seen   .   i   don’t   see   why   you’re   so   set   on   making   it   the   problem   of   the   person   who’s   finally   seeing   you      ❞         absent   minded   ,      bitter   ,      comments   as   she   focused   on   the   task   at   hand   .         ❝   well   if   you’ve   broken   bones   before   ,      as   you   just   said   ,   you   know   that’s   to   be   expected   .      it’s   a   clean   break   at   least   ,      we   can   patch   it   up   today   and   then   just   some   potions   to   take   for   a   week   and   then   you’re   all   sorted      ❞         and   with   that   she   brought   out   her   wand   ,      tapping   at   his   arm   and   saying            ❝   brackium   emendo   ;   all   good   now   !      i’ll   just   write   you   a   prescription   you   can   take   to   the   pharmacy   out   front   and   you   can   be   on   your   way   .      i   can   even   give   you   a   lollipop   for   being   a   good   boy   ,   how’s   that   sound   ?      ❞

                 ❝  you  have  coworkers  you  haven’t  killed  already  ?  ❞  she  thought  she  was  funny  at  least.  being  an  executioner  was  a  highly  skillful  job,  not  for  the  faint  of  heart.  mary-jane  would  have  to  deal  with  her  own  co-workers  another  time  —  a  coup  was  probably  unnecessary  as  they’d  do  something  downright  moronic  and  get  fired  right  on  their  own.  she’d  rather  do  her  job  herself  anyway,  climb  the  ladder  before  anyone  else  stepped  foot  in  the  room.  ❝  i  can  work  with  three,  ❞  she  murmured  as  her  lips  drew  into  a  devious  smirk.  ❝  i  haven’t  yet  told  you  about  the  bar  incident  have  i  ?  lets  just  say  the  three  broomsticks  needed  some  new  furniture.  ❞  

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“That is a very specific Bordeaux, and it would knock your knickers off, Walden.”

          “so it’s a very specific type of idiot juice?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at her. “i don’t drink. i’ve never had any alcohol before and i don’t ever plan to.”