#⩺ 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚 - 𝙃 𝙊 𝙂 𝙒 𝘼 𝙍 𝙏 𝙎 ⩹

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@madnessdraining :     " What~? An Auror and a Professor can't be friends, Mr. Darcy? Or have you fallen for me so hard that you're misunderstanding me~? " A soft giggle, coupled with her incredulous look - Willow leaned back into the grass of the courtyard. " I don't get along with most students anyway - so consider it a sweet little gesture~ "

❝ On the contrary, I believe it is you who has fallen for me, ❞ he ignored her other remark and proceeded to learn over her. ❝ Such words, especially from you, are shielded with a great amount of pride. — Scared to speak your truth, Inkling? ❞ He kept himself supported by one arm, feeling the imprints of grass forming into the palm of his hand.

❝ In truth, I find it very hard to believe that you tolerate me more than others. Are you certain you are not in love? — You can trust me, I won't tell anyone. ❞

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    ❝ Not going to tell me what you smelled? Not even a tease? ❞ he smirked, awaiting the seal of the bottle before carefully taking the tissue from his nose. Though he could not smell the potion anymore, the memory of it lingered. He didn't plan on telling her. Ever. It can make things terribly awkward between them, and he's not willing to give up this game that they're playing yet.

    He was handed the bottle. And while it's not safely sealed away, the thought of even holding the bottle made his hands clammy. But in an attempt not to appear too anxious, he still took the bottle. Holding it firmly, but being careful enough to not accidentally break or drop it.

    ❝ Oh no — it was horrifying, ❞ he has already expressed his discomfort regarding the potion. But at least it was easier to deal with it if someone was there to observe. How ridiculously simple the solution was. All the needed was a little bit of help. And it it had never occurred to him before that he should ask for it.

    ❝ Thank you, Willow. You've been great help. ❞

    Fleeting glances towards the Slytherin, even the prefect could tell he wasn't enjoying a minute of it. He made quick work - and did well - with Willow only interrupting towards the end to show him how to add the Pearl Dust.

    There was a sigh of relief as he finished though, motioning for him to move out of her way so she could get a better smell of it. From over his shoulder, she could get a faint trace of sunshine, but she needed to be closer to be sure.

    And as she got closer, her expression twisted in confusion before pausing and letting out a bubble of laughter. Ah - so that was what she was smelling the last time--

    Willow pulled her wand from her robe pocket, tapping it against the rim of the cauldron to bottle it up - the shimmering, ornate bottle now in hand. The young witch offered it to Theo with a smile. " It's good enough to be graded. All you have to do is turn it in ~ ! See - that wasn't so bad. " With the potion now bottled, the lingering smell soon dissipated.

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📔 reply to @bccksmarts's drabble

    The Yule Ball. The one night every teenager dreams of. Tonight is the night to seal that relationship with that cute boy from Gryffindor, or the stunningly beautiful girl in Ravenclaw. The weeks before this event have been hectic. If you did not have a date for the Ball, you'd be doomed to loneliness for the rest of your life. WHAT A JOKE. Mattheo mainly thought so because he himself did not have someone to take to tonight's festivities.

    He wished to remain quiet about it. To not complain in the slightest, for he may be seen as jealous, petty, or perhaps desperate. But it did hurt that the person he asked, decided to go with someone else. And on top of that, nobody has asked him if he wanted to go. — Still, there he stood. In suit and tie, hair slicked back, and a drink in hand. Tiredly gazing ahead of himself while intently listening to the music.

    A part of him was okay with this. Being able to mind his business is all he ever wanted anyway. And he wouldn't have to worry about making even more attempts to flirt with the person he likes. His previous attempts have failed already anyway. From the corner of his eye, he could see his former potential date laying their head on the shoulder of their dance partner.

    For tonight, Mattheo has completely mellowed out. The suit was a waste, but the drinks were good enough for him to stay. Not in the mood to play around, as it may ruin someone else's night. Perhaps that is why nobody asked him. Lesson learned indeed.

    Gold reflects the candlelight from many angles. It's difficult to ignore the source. Sparkling, glittering, and alone. Strange. — Out of all the people he'd expect to see dancing, Hermione Granger somehow wasn't one of them. Gazing around the room, lifting his chin, he could not spot anyone making their way to her. The table with drinks was deserted for a minute or two, and Hermione didn't seem to be looking at anyone in particular either. He felt bad if his conclusions were correct. If she is indeed alone. That dress is going to waste.

    Putting his now empty glass aside, he pushed his way through the observing crowds. Those who were too afraid to set foot on the dancefloor. There will be two less of them if Mattheo can pull this off. Just for tonight.

    ❝ Care to dance? ❞ he asked as he stood beside her. Open palm facing upwards. ❝ You seem somewhat lonely tonight. ❞

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you look like hell. ~ Draco (hp verse)

MISCELLANEOUS SENTENCE PROMPTS *  collection #6 ⩺ ACCEPTING

❝ Thanks, I really tried today, ❞ Darcy rolled his eyes. Pushing the inside of his cheek with his tongue, fully aware of his blue and purple state. He could still taste the blood on his tongue, though thankfully the healers made sure he was not actually bleeding anymore.

    ❝ Or, excuse me, are you perhaps trying to show that you care, Malfoy? — Well, I am honoured, ❞ he teased the other Slytherin. He knows better than to pick a fight with the Malfoys, their fathers don't exactly get along despite both being snobby arseholes.

Either way, Darcy had no real bad blood with Malfoy. They hardly spoke, shared a dormitory, that's about the extent of their "friendship". They merely existed amongst each other and that seems to be something they were fine with. — Well, until today that is.

    ❝ Why are you here? Not having dinner with your mates — I mean — followers? ❞ The common room was awfully quiet, with nothing but the fireplace crackling and the two voices. ❝ Oh wait, it's Pansy, isn't it. Waiting for her, are you? ❞

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❛  stop being so stubborn. i'm trying to help you.  ❜ !!

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A searing pain shot through his entire body. His body screamed, and somehow it almost felt good. In a sleep deprived state he barely had the focus to cast Incendio correctly. How hadn't anyone noticed the dark circles under his eyes yet? Or is his mirror deceiving him? The fire burned right through his uniform, scorching his right arm. It was hot, but cold at the same time. His wand rolled away from him, like it betrayed him. As if yesterday was the final day he'd cast anything correctly.

     ❝ ᶠ ᵘ ᶜ ᵏ ❞ He kept his voice as low as possible, trying not to immediately touch the burn with his free hand in an attempt to cool it down. — He was indeed very lucky that Granger was close by. And of course if he were to make a fool of himself, one of the simplest damn spells backfired on him.

     ❝ If I didn't know any better, Granger, I'd almost accuse you of spying on me. — Lying in wait for me to mess up, like a lion, ❞ through gritted teeth he attempted a playful remark. His lips could barely form a grin when his nerves shot another wave of unbearable pain through his torso.

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you didn't do anything. it's not your fault. ~ sebastian

MISCELLANEOUS SENTENCE PROMPTS * collection #9

    ❝ No, it is my fault. ❞ All he wanted was to help. But Mattheo's fatigue didn't work in Sebastian's favour and got him in trouble. He got hurt. Then Sebastian stuck up for him too, took the blame. — He made it a point to fetch him from the Hospital Wing. To make sure he was actually okay. He's okay, right? ❝ What's the punishment? 𝐏 𝐋 𝐄 𝐀 𝐒 𝐄 don't tell me you got expelled this time. ❞

    The Forbidden Forest is forbidden territory for a reason. It was dangerous, no matter how skilled of a Wizard you are. But Slytherins will be Slytherins, and their pride often blinds them from what they need to see. A Wiggenweld potion wasn't enough to take care of Sebastian's injuries. So Mattheo helped him back to the castle, where they were promptly questioned about what had happened. — He 𝐖 𝐀 𝐍 𝐓 𝐄 𝐃 to take the blame for his recklessness, but Sebastian was one step ahead of him.

    ❝ You shouldn't have taken the blame like that. You've already got the 'troublemaker' title among the professors, you know that. — Do you really 𝐄 𝐍 𝐉 𝐎 𝐘 having others in your debt that much? ❞ What could Mattheo even possibly do for Sebastian that would be worth his while?

                    ❝ Does it hurt? ❞

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He won't admit it, but Darcy thinks Nifflers are the cutest creatures alive. He'd keep one as a pet if he could.

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💋 tappies fingies,,,,,,,,,,,,

everyone sending ‘💋’ in my inbox gets a kiss from my muse. ⩺ ACCEPTING

❝ So, please don't hate me for this, ❞ he had to place a hand on her shoulder, to prevent her from leaving. They've been bickering each time they crossed paths, but in the end Hermione has always been reasonable and pretty much saved his life at some point. It is natural that Gryffindors and Slytherins don't always mesh, but they ended up finding a middle ground somehow.     ❝ I wanted to thank you for helping me out, ❞ Mattheo gave Granger a cheeky grin. With a hint of bashfulness. Very subtly though. Darcy definitely isn't one to get flustered, but this can go either horribly wrong, or wonderfully right.

Placing his index under her chin, he gently lifted her head. Still having to bend down a little to get to her height, Darcy's lips tenderly kissed the left corner of Hermione's lips. He intended to be quick, but he found himself lingering there for a couple seconds longer.     One wouldn't think he could be this gentle, but he enjoys surprising people with the little things he is capable of.

    Pulling away, he mentally prepared himself for a slap across the cheek. Or a punch in the nose. Or a kick in the gut. He wouldn't have blamed her for any of those. Besides, she never showed interest in him.

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    Shame. But at least she stands up for herself. That is worth mentioning. Worth respecting. Something about this is really fun, though he didn't want to push his luck too far yet.

    ❝ A little 𝐁 𝐈 𝐑 𝐃 told me, ❞ he mused. At least she smiled. That counts for something, and it was a real boost to his ego. If only Hermione knew how dangerous it is to do something as simple as smile at him. ❝ Then I shall hear from you. Soon, I hope. ❞ And he'd be eagerly waiting. ❝ I don't have a lot of patience unfortunately. That's my weakest trait. ❞ While he likes to act so nonchalant about it, it's caused him trouble several times. Not to mention that is has soured other people's mood more often than not.

    ❝ Good, I shall leave you be then. Five or ten rounds around the fountain, and back to 𝐁𝐄𝐃 I go. That's a promise. ❞ He needed the sleep anyway. Whether or not she'd believe it, Mattheo does very much care about his attendance and grades. — Clasping his hands behind his back, he looked at her with a tilted head once more.

    ❝ Are you certain you do not want to join me? ❞

  Her nose scrunched up at that, her eyes rolling ( practically her signature at this point ). Typical Slytherin charm, she assumed—not that she was experienced with that. Ginny, however, was having a time and a half chatting up Blaise Zabini which Hermione got all the gossip on, even if she didn't ask for it. She supposed there was some appeal, but didn't delve into it further.

  ....Not until now, at least.

  ❝One, don't call me ❛darling❜,❞ She held up her index finger as she made her little, itty bitty list. That just felt way too familial, even if it set off a weird feeling in her chest. No, NOT going down that route. Especially with a snake. That was a risk she wasn't sure she could take, or that she was ready for it, even if he was as charming as he was. For all she knew, he could have some ulterior motive; get into her knickers and have bragging rights for doing so, causing such a stir throughout the school, let alone his common room and her own. Get her all worked up for no reason. The very thought alone made her nauseous, but second, she didn't want to make those sorts of assumptions up. Not about him. She didn't really know him to make those kinds of ideas up. ❝And second,❞ Now her middle finger raised to join her index, ❝how do you even know that I like butterbeer?❞ She questioned, raising a brow. Oh, she does like it, that went without saying.

  And then her ring finger as her chocolate eyes narrowed, her lips curled up in the corner, ❝And third, patience is a virtue, Darcy. Good things come to those who wait.❞

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fuck off. ~ Jone (hp verse)

JOHN WICK FRANCHISE (2014-2023) PROMPTS ⩺ ACCEPTING

❝ Wha- ❞ Is this a first? This is definitely a first. The one time all Mattheo did was say 'hello' and he got told off immediately. For once he expected something different. A simple greeting back, that's all.

    ❝ Right, okay, ❞ dumbfounded, he took a couple steps back with his hands raised. Surrendering entirely to the gentle outburst from the Gryffindor. It could have been worse, he could've barked at him much louder. Or, you know, actually raised a wand or fist to threaten him out of the area.

❝ Forgive me for saying good morning, I guess. Won't try again. ❞ Rolling his eyes, Mattheo lowered his hands and dropped his shoulders. Really owning up to the rivalry between the two houses, isn't he?

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💚 starter for @thesardonicmuse

He did very much enjoy his time at Hogwarts. Finding it much better than his parents' home that felt far too big for only four people. While his sister Lucilla did all she could to avoid him, Mattheo managed to find connections elsewhere. The Slytherin common room was one of the places he could easily make friends — AND enemies. Too much pride in one room has been the cause of many arguments and fist-fights, but that's what kept it interesting.

     Hogwarts is his home. Even with the strange happenings in the past years. He counts himself lucky once more that he has survived another year. Besides, Hogwarts isn't the safest of places even if the Headmaster likes to call it such. A load of rubbish, that is. Students here are in constant danger, and Mattheo knows that it's in the back of everyone's minds. Death is inevitable. Whether you cross paths with poachers, a gigantic spider in the Forbidden Forest, or are just plain stupid and cast Bombarda incorrectly.

That's why clubs like the Crossed Wands exists. Not only is it fun for the avid duelists and adventurers, but it's genuinely great practice. Which is why Darcy got himself involved in this not-so-secret club amongst students. The age group is quite wide too; first years to seventh years. The only rule is that the duels are fair and that sore losers do not seek revenge.      Mattheo was previously quite impressed with the skill of some of the younger students. But still, they were no match for the spells they have yet to learn.

     He's cocky. Not because he's got an advantage in knowledge, but because he has been one of the undefeated 7th years in the club. He still likes to play fair, but knows that poachers won't be. He was looking for more of a challenge today.      ❝ Aw- come on now. ❞ Darcy exclaimed. ❝ I know you can do better than that. ❞ But no, his opponent had left the field, admitting defeat. Darcy's Protego casts were a bit too fast for their liking.

     ❝ Alright... Anyone else want a friendly spar? ❞

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❛ A lot can happen in a few weeks. ❜ ( from draco malfoy ) — @lightcreators CATCHING FIRE (2013) SENTENCE STARTERS

    ❝ A lot can happen in a few minutes, even. ❞ Lounging in the plush, green chair in the Slytherin common room. One leg over the other, and two fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. Tired. So damn tired. ❝ Pansy again? You two broken up yet? ❞ Draco normally never gives Mattheo the time of day. Especially if he's with his posse. So the fact that the blond golden child of Slytherin finally said some words to him, could probably mean nothing good.

    Mattheo and Draco simply did not run in the same circles, despite being in the same house. Each and every time the two exchanged looks, it was nothing but mean stares at one another. Why? Because some may say they are equally as popular and equally as bad. The Darcy family isn't exactly well-liked by most, and neither is Malfoy's. Mattheo has heard his father complain about Lucius Malfoy plenty of times.

    ❝ I will humor you this afternoon. — What's on your mind, Malfoy? ❞ Mattheo gave a sigh and straightened up his back. The way he slouched in that chair was no good for his spine and he could feel it. But he could also at the very least pretend that he cares.

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❛  do you want to talk about it?  ❜ ~ Sebastian x Matt

🐝 * ― 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. | @thenightmareofyourdrems

    ❝ Not really. ❞ It weighs heavy on his chest, but it has always felt like these things could never be solved by talking about it. Solutions were needed, but how could he achieve that? His mouth felt dry at the idea of actually vocalising his thoughts. Mattheo was never quite an open book. ❝ Just need an escape from reality, really. Know of anything? ❞ He was partial to taking a stroll, right into the Forbidden Forest. Not exactly a common choice for someone who wants to clear their mind, but putting his wand to use might do the trick.

    ❝ Otherwise, would you be opposed to a trip to the Forbidden Forest with me? Gonna take a load off and whatnot. ❞ It's frustrating. So incredibly frustrating that he cannot think of any other way to feel better, or to escape the silver cage his family kept him in. He wondered if his goal to become an Auror is nothing but motivation to get him through his years at Hogwarts, only to still end up at home to do whatever his parents want him to.

    It's a nightmare. One Mattheo cannot seem to wake up from. Is this why he cannot sleep at night? Merlin's Beard, I just want out of this hellhole. — Sighing deeply, he ran a hand through his hair. Not realizing that his hands were visibly quivering.

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' come on. make this easy for me ' (from my oc grace)

:: 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ! ﹝ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒 ﹞ | @stillsails

    ❝ Where is the fun in that? ❞ Cocky and a little overconfident. But with his wand raised in a Crossed Wands duel, he found that he has got far more stamina than previously anticipated. He and Grace have been going at it for several minutes now, letting the on-looking students watch and stare, wondering who surrenders first. Just as well he had discarded his robe earlier, it would have only gotten in the way, and made him sweatier than he'd like.

    Expelliarmus. Protego. Incendio. Protego. It began to feel like an endless loop of the same spells. And in truth, today he wasn't quite in the mood to get in trouble for destroying school property or getting a student a bed in the infirmary.

    ❝ Come on, love. Surely Hufflepuffs have got more fire than this? ❞ Taunting and teasing. It's what he loved to do. Mattheo would not be himself if he could annoy someone a little more, just to see how far they would go to get back at him. — But all in good fun. They both volunteered to this duel for the sole purpose of improving themselves. He hardly knows the girl. And perhaps that will change when he wins this battle.

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❛  is this your first time here?  ❜ ( from spencer, hogwarts verse! )

🐝 * ― 𝑺𝑰𝑿 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑫 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

    ❝ No, but I can pretend it is, ❞ he brushed the creases out of his robe with a grin. Entering the Forbidden Forest is far too easy for something that is titled 'forbidden'. Hilarious, really. The professors didn't think about that part, did they? Or is this something called 'reverse psychology'? Students are known to 𝐑 𝐄 𝐁 𝐄 𝐋. Rules mean hardly anything if it meant getting that adrenaline to pump through your veins.

    And that is exactly why Mattheo likes it. Makes him feel a little more awake. Makes him feel more 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄.

    ❝ Do you want me to pretend that I'm afraid of spiders, or should I wait for something bigger so you can come to my rescue? ❞ He eyed Spencer up and down. Trying to get a reaction out of them.

        ❝ Do forgive me, for I am a 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐑 𝐈 𝐁 𝐋 𝐄 actor. ❞

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treat all your ladies like this?

JOHN WICK FRANCHISE (2014-2023) PROMPTS

    ❝ Only if I like them, ❞ he grinned with his arms crossed. Pushing his luck he was. Perhaps he shouldn't. But lately he's been quite bored, and it was difficult to ignore that 𝐏 𝐑 𝐄 𝐓 𝐓 𝐘 shade of green. He didn't mean to 'make her his next victim' as his friends would describe it. A victim of his playful and flirtatious behavior. And it is not as if he has had the chance to speak to her before today. Ravenclaws usually weren't his type.

     ❝ Humor me, and please forgive my ignorance. But what was your name again? ❞ Blue eyes almost 𝐏 𝐋 𝐄 𝐀 𝐃 𝐈 𝐍 𝐆 her for a small gesture of forgiveness. He hadn't exactly been paying attention if she ever did mention her name. ❝ I have heard a thing or two about you. — Good things, mind you. Though Slytherin girls do like to gossip. ❞