#malvoyantheirs

[gentlepuff]

@malvoyantheirs asks "How did you find me?" (From Draco!)

Odette stood silently in the quiet hallway. She had heard him move swiftly down the other corridors as she was returning to the Hufflepuff common room after a long night of studying. After a moment or two of considering leaving him alone, her curiosity got the better of her and she followed him as quirtly as she could. "You're not as quiet as you think you are." She said softly. "Are you alright?" She asked him. She wanted to make sure he was okay as she was a Hufflepuff after all and wanted everyone to be okay. She'd understand if he wanted to be left alone though.

[motherfuckingmaneater]

❛ you are sure nobody’s following us ? ❜ (From Draco!)

Who'd be stupid enough to follow her ? Bellatrix spared her nephew a glance, dark grey eyes following his expression. She was constantly feeling the air for magic or non-magic, for life, for death.

She nodded her certitude, "no one is that foolish."

She waved him over with one long, thin finger and strode from him through thickets of grasses casting their long shadows in dusk's warm, bluish-purple haze.

A lesson. That's what she had promised this warm summers eve. He was clever - her nephew. He should be, she thought - he's Cissy's boy. Narcissa had always been deceptively calculating. Who believed wide pretty blue eyes to be cunning?

"Come, i'll spell the place up once we arrive anyhow."

[witchgaunt]

"you're the worst liar i've ever seen." (From Ominis!)

PROMPTS FROM TASKMASTER

"You know what? I'll take that as a compliment," Irascibel answers in a hushed voice as she leans over the table toward her cousin.

She looks around cautiously to see where Scribner is, to make sure the old woman isn't standing right behind them, glaring from behind her half-moon spectacles. They seem to attract her attention whenever they're in the library, even when Sebastian isn't there. They're guilty by association, Irascibel thinks.

Fortunately, Scriber is otherwise occupied at her desk and the only other people in the library are small clusters of students huddled around their own tables.

"Okay, I'll tell you, but you have to promise not to tell Sebastian," Irascibel whispers, only half focused on copying out notes from a large leather-bound book. "Because if he finds out, he's going to go fucking off on one."

[witchgaunt]

"What, the whole blood purity thing? Cruelty bordering on madness? Serpent motifs plastered high and low? Your assumption is correct, cousin," Irascibel answers, laughing a grim laugh.

As they dance, Irascibel catches the eye of a sixth-year girl from Gryffindor who she'd been flirting with earlier in the evening, and she winks at her, causing the poor Gryffindor to blush profusely. Still, despite the fact that almost everyone has long been aware of Irascibel's preference for the company of other women, there are still whispers, some louder than others. Irascibel hears them quite clearly, even over the music.

Look, the Gaunt cousins are dancing together, how scandalous. Perhaps they'll get married. That's what the Gaunts do, isn't it?

Irascibel can't help but snort, thus breaking her courtly composure. Of course, ever since hearing the disturbing stories regarding the House of Gaunt, she has known there may very well be an arranged marriage to a male relative on the horizon. This, in itself, is not funny at all, and has actually become a source of great anxiety, especially when her mind strays to the possibility her future husband might be, Merlin forbid, Marvolo Gaunt.

But, for some reason, at that moment, with Ominis, it is hilarious. The two of them would make the most ridiculous couple. The gentle boy with cloudy, unseeing eyes and neatly coifed hair, and the wild homosexual with water weeds tangled in her long hair because she's fallen into the stream again. What a wedding.

"Well, you heard them," Irascibel says between bouts of barely suppressed laughter. "Ominis Gaunt, would you marry me?"

Ominis held his wand firmly in the hand that was placed on Irascibel's back so he could navigate his way through the dance floor during the waltz. It was surprising to most, but he was good at dancing. It was one of the many forms of social ettiquette that was expected of someone in the Gaunt family.

After hearing Irascibel's comment, Ominis seemed to relax. He was no longer worried about having to endure another exhausting conversation involving wizard politics in his family. Almost immediately, the air seemed less tense.

"I completely understand. If you were to ask me the same question, I wouldn't have an answer either." An exasperated sigh escaped his lips. Ominis carried himself in a way that would make him seem reserved. However, when the mention of his family was brought up, he used the opportunity to talk about the disdain he held for his family.

"Glad to be away from my family? Of course I am. The best time of year is when terms start. Staying with my family during summer holiday is absolutely exhausting." Ominis tsked. "Disappointments- That's what they are."

The pair continued to dance while they shared their conversation. Ominis found it easy to talk to his cousin. It was a relief. "We may be cousins, but I imagine that our families share.. Similar values. Is that true? Or is that a poor assumption on my end?"

[bccksmarts]

❧ 𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ☙

➤ @malvoyantheirs asked: ❛ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? ❜ (From Draco!)

   ❝What—?❞ Hermione spoke, her brows creasing as her eyes blinked multiple times. Wherever did that come from? Yes, he might've looked... out of sorts, not his usual pompous demeanour and attitude, and maybe he looked almost ill—but to laugh? That was something Ron and Harry would do, and obviously Malfoy would lump her in with them with how they were her best friends.

   Her eyes rolled, her hands on her hips. She'd found him in an alcove down one of the corridors. It was late, and Hermione was performing her prefect duties, making sure students were in bed and not roaming the halls. But finding Draco Malfoy on his lonesome, not with his lapdogs ( Crabbe, Goyle, Nott and/or Zabini ) or his girlfriend ( Parkinson, Hermione was just assuming ) was a new sight. Vulnerable, that's how he seemed.

   ❝No, Malfoy, I haven't. The fact you assume that of me is ridiculous.❞ She quietly snapped, though it was a rather... gentle snap of her tone. She wasn't mad—though she should be—just frustrated. Nor was she going to pity him for looking the way he did. Why would she ever? ❝What is there to laugh at you for? You've hardly done anything amusing,❞ Another eye roll, ❝Anyway—you should be in your dorm. It's past curfew, but I'm sure you didn't need me to tell you that.❞

[bccksmarts]

❧ MISCELLANEOUS SENTENCE PROMPTS ☙ ⤷ Collection #3

➤ @malvoyantheirs asked: "i thought you knew everything." (From Draco!)

   Her eyes narrowed the instant the words left his mouth. Ugh. He wasn't the first to assume she was a walking-talking encyclopedia and he certainly wouldn't be the last—but it was the most annoying thing to her that it was him saying it. Twat.

   The pair were sharing a potions station—Merlin knows why she was seated on his table, forced to share a space with this prat. Snape was out of his bloody mind, clearly. She was reading through their assignment when he made his comment, making a mental note of everything they'd need for the potion they were meant to prepare as a pair.

   ❝How original,❞ She drawled. Hermione Granger drawling, imagine that, ❝Have you run out of things to insult me with, Malfoy? Or is that the best you can come up with on the spot?❞ She asked, her brow raising at the blond wizard.

[bccksmarts]

❧ tloz: tears of the kingdom starters ☙

➤ @malvoyantheirs asked: ❝ anyone tell you it’s rude to stare? ❞ (From Draco!)

   The curly haired witch practically recoiled, eyes blinking as a tinge of pink hit her cheeks. Her? Staring? At Draco sodding Malfoy? No. Not at all. The very notion alone was utterly absurd.

   Scrunching up her nose and narrowing her eyes, brows meeting in the middle, Hermione hmphed, ❝You must be seeing things, Malfoy. I've got no reason to stare at you.❞ Which was true, so that deemed the question—why was she? She put it down to a few things. His hair no longer being slicked back, how he kept himself tidy uniform wise, how he looked as he concentrated on something in particular ( she will not divulge ), and those eyes—

   Ahem. No. She definitely was not staring.

   ❝And besides that point, you can't say anything,❞ She quipped, ❝You looked in my direction and thus,❞ Her index finger gestures between the pair of them, ❝this conversation.❞

[witchgaunt]

"Right, well, you remember last week, when Sebastian got ten points taken from Slytherin because his calming draught stunk so bad we had to leave the classroom?" Irascibel whispers. "And Sharp thought he'd done it on purpose?"

She knows how this is going to go. Ominis, her beloved cousin, ever the long-suffering moral backbone of the group, is going to tell her to come clean about this one, which she'd really rather not do. But Ominis gives good advice, so she must make concessions. Irascibel sighs in frustration and runs her hands down her face just thinking about the bollocking Sebastian is going to give her when he finds out, followed shortly by the rest of their House. The dog house, Irascibel suspects, is where she'll be spending the next few weeks.

"I did it," Irascibel confesses. "Accidentally, of course."

continued from here with @witchgaunt:

PROMPTS FROM TASKMASTER

"You know what? I'll take that as a compliment," Irascibel answers in a hushed voice as she leans over the table toward her cousin. She looks around cautiously to see where Scribner is, to make sure the old woman isn't standing right behind them, glaring from behind her half-moon spectacles. They seem to attract her attention whenever they're in the library, even when Sebastian isn't there. They're guilty by association, Irascibel thinks. Fortunately, Scriber is otherwise occupied at her desk and the only other people in the library are small clusters of students huddled around their own tables. "Okay, I'll tell you, but you have to promise not to tell Sebastian," Irascibel whispers, only half focused on copying out notes from a large leather-bound book. "Because if he finds out, he's going to go fucking off on one."

An expression of doubt graced Ominis' features. He didn't know what it was, but he knew that Irascibel must be up to her shenanigans again. What was it this time? Somehow flooding the Great Hall? Accidentally letting out some beasts during Care for Magical Creatures? Of course, these were all rumors. But he was sure that it was somehow linked to his rambunctious cousin.

A secret that he couldn't tell Sebastian? Ominis wonders what exactly the secret is. But, he reluctantly agrees. Depending on what the information is, he knows that his best friend has a thirst for knowledge and information, especially when it's applicable to him to suit his needs. Ominis didn't feel too bad keeping something from Sebastian. Perhaps it was for the best? Besides, he would find out sooner or later anyway.

Ominis could hear that his cousin's whisper was closer to his vicinity. Carefully, he leaned closer. He assumed that whatever this secret must be, it was best that Scribner didn't hear them.

"Alright, fine. I won't tell him. What have you found out this time?"

[bccksmarts]

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓?

the queen.

dignified in your regality, you are a beacon of reason... the true power behind the throne, you take heed of all, cautious in each move you make. some may call you callous in your calculation, but they do not know your heart

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[witchgaunt]

WHAT DOES YOUR HEART LOOK LIKE?

an open door, a burning hearth

Your chest is wide open, and your heart is a home. Others are welcomed in readily and asked to stay. You are comfort and love, everything you were never given but so desperately want to provide for others. You have built this welcoming hearth with your own two hands and won’t see anyone else left out in the cold. Be careful to not burn yourself out trying to keep everyone else warm.

tagged by: stole from @malvoyantheirs !

tagging: you and you and you

[malfaith]

Draco feels the need to tell Lucius about everything that happened to him at school, some of it more than once. Any of Lucius's attempts to convince Draco to befriend Harry Potter fell on deaf ears, and now the two utterly loathe each other. Lucius slowly drinks his tea, nodding at the appropriate times and watching the birds in the garden.

"Minerva McGonagall is the kind of person to be exhaustingly rules-obsessed," Lucius says. At his time at Hogwarts, he learned to stay out of her way and speak to teachers more amenable to bending rules in just the right way. "Don't get yourself in trouble just because you want to stick it to Potter. There are ways to have it your way without putting your evenings at risk."

"Punishing people who come to you with information on wrongdoing is a terrible way to run anything." Lucius thinks of Igor. Not even Crouch was stupid enough to throw him back in Azkaban. "I'm sure they do it more wisely at Durmstrang."

@familyname asked: “ what did they do to you? ”  (for draco)

"Well, father, I'll have you know that this school is absolutely horrible. The professors are so obviously biased. I overheard that Potter and his friends were sneaking out at night. For what reason, you ask? I have no idea, but I'm sure they were doing something nefarious as always."

Draco always enjoyed days like this when he could sit and chat with his father during summer holidays. It meant that he got to vent about everyone who wronged him at Hogwarts and why. He always felt so justified when his father would listen to tales of what he was forced to endure.

"Like always, I, being the proper student that this school clearly doesn't deserve, decide to tell Professor McGonagall about their little escapade. My help was obviously not appreciated-- And I end up having to serve detention in the with Potter and his stupid friends? Absolutely ridiculous."

[malfaith]

Lucius feels like he's being examined in a way he does not enjoy. He puffs out his chest and narrows his eyes, waiting until Ominis is done with his . . . sniffing. Ominis has always been peculiar to him - to be honest, all the Gaunts are a little strange, always hissing to each other in their secret language - but Ominis is the odd one out even for them. Though he supposes he has to figure out what's going on around him somehow.

"And what," Lucius says, all prickles, "would I possibly be hiding?" Everything he can think of is simply so insulting, from walking around with dirty clothes to having terrible body odor (he's sure his body odor is perfectly normal, thank you very much). "Maybe it hides something from you, but the rest of us just use our eyes."

The perfume is imported from China. Lucius got it to impress everyone, especially Deveanora Shacklebolt. Ominis's comments start a small worry in the back of his mind that she might respond the same way. Crabbe and Goyle, at least, were suitably impressed.

@familyname asked: “ are you… smelling me? ”  (for ominis)

Ominis noticed a strong, heavy perfume smell. He had a feeling that it was Lucius, who was standing by him. He must have been wearing a fragrance of some kind. Taking a step towards the source of the smell, he sharply inhaled through his nose and immediately detected the source of the strong scent. It was him. He nodded in response to Lucius before taking a step back, returning to his original place.

"Yes, it's coming from you."

Ominis crinkled his nose in disgust from the strong cologne that practically radiated off of Lucius. Ominis could tell when someone was wearing fragrances because of the strong scents. Without fail, perfumes had always made him nauseous. He always had to leave his common room with students would go overboard with the perfumes that they found in the shops at Hogsmeade.

"That cologne of yours is strong. A little too strong. Usually, when someone wears a fragrance that heavily, they have something to hide. ..Are you hiding something?"

[witchgaunt]

"Truth be told, I don't know how they are, cousin," Irascibel answers, taking his hand as a well-mannered young lady ought to.

She is as practiced as Ominis in the art of social graces and etiquette, though there can be no doubt that everyone at the ball already knows Irascibel is not that woman, but only acts like it when necessary. Her movements are elegant, skirts of deep crimson swishing, chestnut brown hair hanging in artful waves about her shoulders. Of course, no one else needs to know she's still wearing her brown hobnailed boots beneath her skirts. It's the appearance that counts. That's what her governess and her father impressed upon her. Be a nice lady, be graceful and soft-spoken, sound less Scottish, so a pure-blood man might marry her and make her the mother of new heirs.

Placing her hands on Ominis' shoulders, Irascibel straightens her neck like a majestic swan and positions her feet just as she was taught. The two of them are quite the pair, each with the rotten blood of Salazar Slytherin pumping through their veins. They're making the best of a bad thing.

"Glad to be away from them. Are'nt you? To be away from your family?" She asks her dance partner as the music begins.

@witchgaunt asked: “ may i have this dance? ”  (yuletide ball for ominis)

Students were buzzing with excitement about the Yule Ball for months. There was constant talk about shopping for dress robes, dance practices, and dates. Ominis was indifferent to the matter. His family would often host grand dinner parties, which required him to dress in lavish dress robes and endure the shameful conversations of blood status that he would have to listen to all night. At least he once had his aunt Noctua to spend the evening with, but that was no longer an option. The last time Ominis attended one of the Gaunt family gatherings, his beloved aunt wasn't there, which wasn't long after her sudden disappearance. Suffice to say, Ominis was never a big fan of large events; even if it was the Yule Ball. It simply reminded him of home which contained memories he would rather not remember.

With a drink in one hand and his wand in the other, Ominis stood in the corner of the Great Hall, listening to the charmed grand piano and chatter among students. Sebastian and the new fifth year had started dancing together, so he had lost his conversationalists.

Ominis was torn out of his thoughts when he heard a familiar voice. It was Irascibel, Irascibel Gaunt, the cousin that he had found out about in his first year at Hogwarts. Admittedly, they haven't had the chance to converse. Ominis spent most of his free time with Sebastian and Anne during his years at Hogwarts, until recently.

"Good evening, Irascibel."

Ominis set his glass on the table. Pulling his wand out from his robes, he gently flicks his wrist before the tip of his wand illuminated into a bright shade of red. In an instant, Ominis could sense his surroundings. To be frank, he was shocked that she had asked him to dance with her. But, he was going to oblige. It would be rude etiquette not to. It felt a bit awkward, considering that they've never really talked, but he supposed that it was about time. He took a step forward and away from the wall, and held out his hand to guide her to the floor to dance. It was expected that his mannerisms were very rehearsed. This wasn't his first time at a formal dance.

"Of course. How have you been lately? I trust that your family is well?"

[gentlepuff]

Odette could hear the unsteady breathing as she approached him down the almost dark and candle-lit halls. She knew who it was as soon as he questioned her with his head raised, of course who doesn't know Draco Malfoy? A Slytherin in her year who seems to want everyone to know who him and his family is. Truth be told as he looked at her she felt sorry for him, his exhausted and somewhat desperate look on his face resonated with her. She herself had experienced those feelings, especially after her forth year learning of her parentage and beginning her occlumency lessons her grandmother gave her during last summer and this summer.

She took a step back from as he raised his wand towards her. "I'm here to ask you if you are alright." She answered him. She didn't particularly liked being threatened in this way. She can deal with the bullying/teasing from other Slytherins and other students silently but having someone threaten her this way just hit some sort of defensive switch and she somehow becomes more able to speak more freely. "I can see that you are upset." She continued speaking gently to him.

@malvoyantheirs asks "How did you find me?" (From Draco!)

Odette stood silently in the quiet hallway. She had heard him move swiftly down the other corridors as she was returning to the Hufflepuff common room after a long night of studying. After a moment or two of considering leaving him alone, her curiosity got the better of her and she followed him as quirtly as she could. "You're not as quiet as you think you are." She said softly. "Are you alright?" She asked him. She wanted to make sure he was okay as she was a Hufflepuff after all and wanted everyone to be okay. She'd understand if he wanted to be left alone though.