#lezekiiel

[sybilmarlow]

( @lezekiiel )

After a long day of going around and ruining people’s mood along with preparing for the upcoming N.E.W.T.s of course, Sybil finally felt like she had done enough and it was time for some well deserved rest. The library, which was usually empty with the exception of a few Ravenclaws who practically inhabited it was now full of students running around and looking for the books that they needed to complete whatever project they’d left for last minute. The redhead scoffed at that sight, as she had moved on to just revising everything that she needed for her exams. She stood up from her seat and went to put her books back in place, but as she roamed around she stumbled upon a familiar face. One she should’ve expected to be around. After all, somehow Lezekiel always managed to be around. Quirking up a brow the redhead approached him and without a word slumped down next to where he was sitting. This behavior was odd for her, but whether she realized it or not she too was tired and that made her act without thinking at all. “ What are you reading? ” She inquired.

[ofsnckes]

「 tagging @lezekiiel for a semi plotted chapter starter」

        from the day esther sayre said i do and took the marriage vow, she’d known how her marriage would end. everyone knew the repercussions of breaking the vow - it was why her parents had insisted they do it. anyone who severed their marriage bond would feel unimaginable pain, as if their heart was shattering into thousands of tiny pieces.  the shards would prick your heart, leaving you a shallow husk of a person.  or at least, that was how mathilda sayre had described it.  her warnings had been enough of a warning to remain with edward for years, slowly losing the best parts of herself to a man who didn’t deserve them.  when she’d stood at the ministry, shaking like a leaf, she’d convinced herself that she was ready for the pain.  she was ready for it to be over.  edward, unsurprisingly, simply looked like he was being put out.  he’d asked at least thrice in five minutes how long things would take.

      she shuddered.  as a young girl, she’d thought edward’s impatience was a testament to how IMPORTANT he was - he didn’t have time to wait for such trivial things.  now, growing into the woman she was always supposed to be, she saw him for the arsehole that he was.  severing their link would be a relief, no matter how much pain it might cause her.  they’d both signed the documents and with a wave of a wand ?  it was over.  she blinked, staring at the ministry official with concerned eyes.  was that it ?  it was like a pinprick.  edward, to her dismay, didn’t seem all that concerned at all.  had he always known ... ?   she was angry.  both with him, and with herself.  she’d stayed married to him 12 months longer than she’d needed to be, all because she’d believed that unimaginable levels of pain were headed her way.  all that worrying, for nothing.   but at last, it was over.  she was free.  

       esther’s newfound freedom found her at lezekiel theosidis’ door.  one could argue that it was a similar set of mistakes, taking up with her younger brother’s best friend, but those thoughts always flew away like a chaser pursuing the quaffle when lezekiel’s lips twitched upwards into his trademark smirk.  free sophisticated woman that she was, she still had her weaknesses.  it was the only logical reason why she was sitting cross legged on the roof of theosidis manor, her grimoire in her lap as she paged through it.  “ i know there’s something about shooting stars in here somewhere ... “ she murmured, brow knit in concentration.  “ now i’ve never tried it m’self, but great granny o’shea swore by it.  mum always said me grandfather was a miracle.  great gran was having trouble getting plugged so she wished on a star, prayed to the gods to bless 'em.  nine months later,  there’s granddad. “  she shrugged.  “ it’s all a bit rumbly. what d’ya think ?  “

「 ✨  esther has mentioned a canon object x8. 」 「 ✨  esther has mentioned a magical subject x2. 」

[magicalmadiscn-blog]

@lezekiiel​. ( closed starter. ) 

           leroy had done business with zeke’s family many times before. he had done business with the family before, buying properties from them over the last few decades. that wasn’t why he decided to pay a visit to lezekiel’s shop, though. ❝ zekiel, ❞ he greeted him, a cheeky smile around his lips as he leaned his hip against the register. ❝ i got a kind of... talisman a while back. now, i was pretty fuckin’ shit at divination back at hogwarts, but i have nae got a good feelin’ about it. mind takin’ a look at it? ❞

[httpdaphnc]

「 @lezekiiel liked for a starter 」

her final year at hogwarts was quickly coming to a close.    and whether daphne liked it or not,    she found it odd.    exams were now dawning on her,    and while she did    STUDY    her arse off,    there was that one    minuscule    thought that kept nagging her.    one that constantly    doubted    her abilities.    of course,    she’d already decided to go into healer training as soon as she graduated.    however,    the matter of whether or not she’d do    well,    was another thought that occurred to her.    with all of that in mind,    she needed to clear her mind.    it certainly wouldn’t do her any good to be thinking about all of that during the week of the dreaded exams.    can her thoughts just be pushed to next week    ?    when she would be stress free    ?    for the time being,    she settled on a walk to hogsmeade.    she doubted she would run into any alumni during her brief walk around the village,    but after spotting a familiar figure,    she was    wrong.    “    it’s been a while since i last saw you,    how’s life been for you,    zeke    ?    ”

[dlaneys]

@lezekiiel            slender fingers are slowly being held up as delaney starts processing some basic calculations in her brain,          the doe of her eyes looking up in concentration until said calculation was finished.          “          five months          !         it has been five months since the last time we saw each other          !         ”

[ofviixenisms]

✧ mister ZEKE

SEND ME A ✧ AND I’LL BOLD ALL THAT APPLY TO YOUR MUSE.

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

@lezekiiel

[wcrbecks]

{ @lezekiiel }

    “it’s weird seeing you about without your shadows.” ansem remarked, addressing the noticeably absent shacklebolt and sayre that normally accompanied lezekiel.  it wasn’t meant to be a dig, more of an observation. with all the faces he’d seen coming in and out of the bar that night, could you blame him for being surprised? “how you been, theódisis? keeping busy, i’d presume?” 

[ofsnckes]

「 @lezekiiel liked for a starter. 」

         the hardest thing about being a healer, bar none, was knowing you couldn’t do anything when someone you loved was injured.  with her brother in a bed in the spell damage ward,  esther was near beside herself with worry.  even though she’d spoken to the healers and knew he’d be alright, he’d have lasting damage to his hearing -- likely for the rest of his life !   knowing that there was nothing to be done was FRUSTRATING for the witch who was constantly trying to FIX everything and anything that could go wrong in monty’s life.  she owed it to him,  after all,  for what she’d done the year previous;  she’d be making amends the rest of her life. 

      a nice distraction from her guilt,  however,  was the stream of visitors that monty had.  some seemed less interested than others,  but the fact that they’d shown up warmed her heart.  artie wasn’t always the EASIEST person to be friends with;   he was surly,  argumentative,  and sometimes downright mean !  it took a special type of person to crack through that tough coating and see the sweetness underneath.   so when she saw a wix carrying a large basket towards her brother’s room,  she couldn’t help the smile on her face.  “ d’ya need -- “  she broke off,  recognizing the wizard carrying it.  her smile widened.  “ oh !  hullo there, zeke.  didn’t recognize ya from behind this basket of -- “   she broke off,  her smile fading to confusion.  “ ... radishes ?  “

[beulah-lah-luna-blog]

Beulah was frantically searching under every seat in the potions classroom. “Oh my god,” he groaned, “I’m such a space-case.” Beulah had lost the notebook in which she kept all her songs. Now she was trying to trace her steps, which didn’t seem to be working--much to her dismay. 

@lezekiiel

[zxhrah]

LEZEKIEL & CHARLOTTE,

" well, she seems to have a skip to her step. " (( &. @lezekiiel ))

[witchbrcd-blog]

@lezekiiel

“could you gimme a hand?” the girl asked to the person next to her, struggling under the weight of a few massive books in the library, a little more edge in her voice than she meant. “i am not about to get yelled at by pince for damaging this if it falls.”

[scyre]

{ @lezekiiel }

      “i’ve had my arse pinched by three old slags, nearly bumped into my parents twice, and spilled champagne on someone i’m told MIGHT specialize in dark magic. suffice to say, my evening could be going better.”

[wcrbecks]

“i’d say that was CLEVER but i’m not much of a liar..”  @lezekiiel

[ofsnckes]

「 tagging @lezekiiel for a plotted starter 」

it was rare to find esther home on a weekday morning. between shifts at st. mungos and tending to her garden, her mornings were usually spent peeling herself from bed as the sun was rising and beginning her day with a cold cup of coffee. normally she’d perform a warming spell on the mug when she arrived at the hospital and down it quickly with nary a spec of sugar before rounding on her patients. today however was the exception. today was a much needed day off after working four consecutive fourteen hour shifts. she’d earned the break. she rose from bed near midday, toes curling in the bed-sheets as she stifled a yawn. outside the window, bees were buzzing around the sunflowers that she’d planted earlier that summer. it was the perfect way to wake up. 

her wand summoned her dressing robe as she slipped it on, tying the strings loosely as she went to make fresh coffee. her cup levitated behind her when she returned to her room, using her wand to curl her hair as she enjoyed her coffee and flipped through the latest issue of the daily prophet.  it was only when she spotted movement in the reflection in the mirror that she pulled her attention from an article on the cauldron heists, watching as a head of unruly hair stirred and pushed into a sitting position. the man attached to said head of hair effortlessly fixed it as he sat up in bed, the sheets bunched around his waist as light hazel eyes met hers in the reflection.  it was a cheeky smile that greeted her, drawing an amused scoff from the witch as she pulled the prophet closer to her. every so often she’d steal a glimpse up at him ; lezekiel theosidis, after all, was difficult to ignore ... even more so when he was half-naked in her bed !  

[andrcmvda-blog]

✿♡◎ = JAY, ❤δ = ZEKE :~)

for jay.

✿ = buying them flowers .

           She'd had a long, hard week. Four essays, three astronomical chartings, and Quidditch Practice had kept the petite Ravenclaw on her toes every second of every minute of every hour of every day, and it was easy to tell that the stress of it all was finally getting to Andromeda. To top it all off, she had to get to the library-- oh..five minutes ago for tutoring, not that she minded. She enjoyed the time she got to spend with Jay in the library. She REALLY enjoyed it, actually. Sprinting through the corridors, the raven-haired sixth year slowed to a stop as she reached the library, panting slightly as she approached her and Jay's usual table. "Hey, I'm sorry I'm late-- I had to turn in so many-- Andy.. --essays and charts and-- Andy.. --and then I had to check on something for Quidditch, and...What are those?"

           Her uniquely shaded turquoise hues settled upon a bouquet of daisies-- Her favorite flower. A bright pink blush crept onto her cheeks as she looked from the Gryffindor to the flowers, suddenly at a loss for words. "Those...Are those-- Are they for me?" She questioned, suddenly feeling the stress of her week melt from her shoulders, an airy sense of giddiness fluttering within her stomach. All it took was the slightest nod from the Gryffindor for her to surge forward, wrapping her arms tightly around his torso. "Thank you so much," She breathed, standing on her tip toes, her face buried in his shirt. "You have NO IDEA as to how much that just improved my week-- Honestly, thank you." She wasn't sure what she'd done to deserve such an amazing person in her life, but for once, she wasn't going to question it.

♡ = complimenting them .

           "You look beautiful today.." The simple sentence had caught her completely off guard. She'd awoken fifteen minutes late that morning, had barely had time to put her hair up into a semi-decent bun, and she was almost certain that she was wearing two different pairs of socks. She didn't feel beautiful. And yet here he was, gently complimenting her. Andromeda's lips dropped, forming the shape of a perfect 'O' as she glanced up at him, tucking her black gel pen (( one that she'd stolen from Claramae )) behind her ear. "I-- T-Thank you," She stuttered, her heart beat quickening as her usual blush colored her cheeks. "Really..Thank you." She offered up a shy, genuine smile before bringing a hand up to scratch the back of her neck, a soft chuckle escaping from her full lips. "You don't look too bad yourself, y'know." And now she just wanted to slap herself in the face. Multiple times.

◎ = taking care of them while ill .

           "You really don't have t-- ACHOO !!" Andromeda's sentence was cut short by a sneeze, a soft groan following. She d e s p i s e d getting sick. Catching a cold just so happened to be number one on her list of things she hated the most, which was definitely saying something, considering all Andromeda had been through recently. "Honestly, I don't want you getting sick either." Her stuffy nose caused her voice to sound funny as she spoke-- Another reason for her to groan. "Jay, seriously-- Shh. I want to. Let me do this for you, okay?" And as much as she wanted to protest, the Ravenclaw finally surrendered.

           For the rest of the day, she let him take care of her. It was different-- She wasn't used to people taking care of her when she was sick. Her mother had stopped bothering after she turned ten. For so long, Andy had had to fend for herself when battling germs. To have someone willingly want to care for her was a new experience entirely. He'd gotten her juice, food, tissues-- Anything she'd needed, he'd provided, jokes included. He'd managed to make her smile, laugh even. A near impossible feat when she wasn't feeling well.

           It wasn't but two weeks later that he had fallen ill with the same cold she had just gotten over, and she had been there to take care of him just as he had been there to care for her. "Now it's MY turn to take care of YOU."

for lezekiel.

❤ = kissing them .

           It had happened so fast-- Andromeda barely knew what was happening as Zeke pressed his lips to her own. She stood frozen for a few moments, eyes wide, unable to figure out what to do. So, what did she do, exactly?

           She squeaked. Yup-- Andromeda Amphitrite Duponte squeaked. It wasn't anything unusual for the girl. She was very jumpy, after all. But this? This was shock. Confusion. Where had this even come from? One moment she'd been stuttering about some book she'd read last week, and the next, he was kissing her. Kissing her. Oh Merlin. The raven haired girl could only stare as the seventh year pulled away, turquoise hues scanning over his features as she tried to figure out what the HELL that had caused that reaction from the Slytherin. "I--" She started, unable to form the proper words. What was she supposed to say? Hey Zeke, you just kissed me! Yeah, as if. Instead, she merely bit her lip, a string of thoughts racing through her mind. Had he been trying to make someone jealous? Was he simply seeking a reaction from her? What the hell was going on? Opening her mouth once again, she couldn't stop the stream of words that tumbled from her tongue.

           "Books. Books are nice, aren't they? I just LOVE books. There are so many different genres, you know-- Mystery, fiction, nonfiction-- So, so many. Do you like books, Zeke? I LOVE books. Books. They're so nice." Slapping a hand over her mouth, the Ravenclaw scampered away, still unable to comprehend what exactly had just happened.

δ = playing with their hair .

           "What are you doing?" Andromeda squeaked as the seventh year twirled a lock of her hair around his finger, turquoise hues locked upon his actions. "Zeke-- Zeke, are you alright?" She questioned, shifting her gaze from his hand to his face. She wasn't entirely sure what to make of this situation. Why was Lezekiel Lestrange, of all people, playing around with her hair? And at such a random time, as well? A look of confusion etched itself into her features as she moved to look between his face and his occupied hand, a slight frown tugging at her lips. "You're acting s-strange.." She was never good with attention, and she was almost CERTAIN that he knew that. Yet, here they were. "Er-- I..-- Andromeda Duponte.." And suddenly, her eyes were as wide as saucers. Not again.. He flashed her his award winning smile, and Andromeda felt the intense need to start running. He dipped down to her height, winking. It was then that he allowed the lock of her dark hair to fall from his fingertips, a whistle sounding from his lips as he moved passed her, making his way down the corridor, leaving a hopelessly confused Eagle wondering what had just happened.

[httpdaphnc]

☾

☾ = being found shirtless

Her eyes widened at the sight of the shirtless Slytherin. She hadn’t meant to stumble in on him, and it really didn’t do much help at the fact that his physique was IMPRESSIVE and not to mention extremely fit. WHAT. THE ACTUAL. FUCK. Daphne quickly regained her composure, and folded her arms across her chest. “ Would it kill you to wear a shirt ? I mean, it’s just right there –– not too far out of reach. ”