#themalcolmgreengrass

[zahishafiq]

☎ malcolm

(To)

“You know if you’re interested in flower meanings, you could just look it up in a book.”

“Calling me an expert probably counts as schmoozing, by the way. I didn’t think you did that.”

“Look, I like you, and that’s why I’m going to be brutally honest. Based on what she’s bought from me, your wife cares much more about pretty, expensive, and rare than she does what symbolizes tenderness.”

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[softboi-malfoy]

Little Victories

Lucius was out in public, and he was in a good mood. It was a rare thing, but even the walking stick in his left hand- the unfortunate collateral damage of his run-in with Valerija Novak and a brick wall- didn’t dim his spirits. Narcissa was on his arm and beautiful, his treacherous ex-translator was in jail, and it wouldn’t be long until Remus Lupin was fired from his post at Hogwarts. There weren’t even any pressing international crises that he had to worry about at work. 

When he caught sight of Malcolm he strode over with an uncharacteristic grin. 

“Congratulations,” he said, tipping his glass in the man’s direction. “On the gala, and the recent Prophet, and your daughter. I apologize that Narcissa and I haven’t yet had time to pay our proper compliments.”

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[ladylilianazabini]

# (malcolm)

What your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: Diana’s manWhat your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone: xWhat your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: xMy muse’s last text to your muse: I have a new gift for Daphne to drop off. Will you be home tomorrow at lunch?

[nicholas-chastain]

Time’s Up

Merde merde merde merde merde.

Nic had never used polyjuice before but he was fairly certain that tingling behind his head and along the edges of his fingers wasn’t a good sign. The party seemed to have fallen apart anyway and Nic was no good to anyone if his cover was blond in the middle of a dance floor.

He slipped toward the edge of the Great Hall as quickly and quietly as he could in heels- which was neither quick nor quiet, unfortunately- and kicked them off as soon as he was in an empty hall, picking them up and practically jogging to find an empty room. The strange feeling increased. Nic really really really didn’t want to still be in this dress when he transformed back into himself.

When he found an empty room he didn’t bother looking closely except to ensure that he was alone, pulling out a backup of clothing from his enchanted clutch, and then using his wand to neatly undo every lace on the back of his dress. It fell to the floor and he kicked it aside, leaving Basiliso’s pale body clad only in her underthings. He’d just picked up a black sweater from his pile of clothing and was about to pull it on when the door creaked open behind him.

Ah, fuck.

“Have you ever heard of knocking first?” he snapped, voice still high and imperiously English, red hair swishing as he glared at the intruder with what he hope was enough angry confidence for them not to question what precisely he was doing.

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[vanja-novak]

As they headed into work that morning, Vanja couldn’t help but think of Valerija’s constant commentary about how Vanja shouldn’t subject themselves to a job they don’t enjoy doing, and how it would be a lot more rewarding if they pursued a different path. They had avoided doing so for so long that the amount of time that had actually passed was likely triple of what it seemed. Sure, working at Gringotts wasn’t the most glamorous job, and relatively boring, but it was quiet, consistent, and there were rules in which helped Vanja keep their mind focused and concentrated. What others didn’t realize, was that for every reason someone gave that they should quit, there was a counter reason that reminded them why they haven’t yet. 

Regardless, as far as Gringotts was concerned, it was another regular work day, and not a day in which Vanja could dwell over the fact that their sister hadn’t been released from her arrest, or that it seemed like more and more of the people they truly cared about were going through terrible times. Work meant concentration, which could only be met when those things were pushed aside. As Vanja strolled down one of the many elaborate hallways, they noticed another person standing at the end of it, seemingly waiting for something that was unknown to the blind eye. “Looking or waiting for something?” Vanja asked causally as they got close enough.

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[editor-in-strange-archived]

Rodolphus watched with great satisfaction as Remus Lupin and Sirius Black’s apartment went up in a burst of flames. He wished he could stick around to see the look on that annoying werewolf’s face; alas, he and Malcolm had done what they came to do, and there was no use in taking a further risk. 

They reconvened at Lestrange Manor, having doffed their masks and robes, and Rodolphus had the house elves open one of the better wines from the cellar. Madonna purred and wound between his ankles as he raised his glass to Malcolm. Might as well give the boy a moment to enjoy his success before Rodolphus killed the mood. 

"Congratulations,” he said. “On your recent victories.” 

Not only had he managed to apprehend Alastor Moody’s husband- Rodolphus was still annoyed about being kept in the dark but it was, objectively, still impressive- but he’d gotten the definitive names of certain order members. Sylvanie Fortescue was dead, and they’d just left Remus Lupin and Sirius Black homeless. It was quite a lot of chaos in a short period of time.

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[alex-moody-church]

The Bad Samaritan

Alex woke with a shuddering gasp. The last thing he remembered was unlocking the door to the Cake Walk that morning but now he was surrounded by.... stone? And darkness. The floor beneath him was rough and hard and as his eyes adjusted he realized there were bars just ahead of him. He wasn’t just in a cell, he was in a dungeon, and the thick stone combined with his heavy breathing, the quick pace of his heart, made him truly deaf to any sound that may have been coming toward him. When he scrabbled around his wand was gone but he didn’t panic yet. He’d always been good with wandless magic. It was difficult but he could do it, and his first thought, as it always was, was Alastor. He closed his eyes and summoned up a happy memory- he and Alastor’s first real kiss, on their fifth date when Alex got so flustered he didn’t give the other man any warning and ended up locking lips with him while they were in the middle of doing dishes, because he’d waited long enough to do it- and whispered “Expecto patronum” while making a gesture with his hands, helping the spell flow easier without the conduit of his wand.

A great silver German Shepard sprang forth in the empty air around him, gave him one long look, and bounded away, its light slowly fading into nothing. Alex didn’t know where he was or who had taken him, but his patronus would find Alastor and give him a simple message, “I am alive. I love you.” It would have to be enough for now, while he figured out what to do.

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[softboi-malfoy-archived-blog]

Upstaged

Lucius’ gaze followed Narcissa through the crowd. No matter who he was talking to, or how far the dances separated them, some part of him was always looking for her. Ever since he learned she was pregnant it was like a sixth sense for him, always filled with joy but also worrying. She looked so small all of a sudden and today was her birthday, a reminder that she was also young, even if she was undoubtedly the stronger of the two of them. Anxiety curled in his gut but he refused to let it ruin a nice evening, where he’d gotten to dance with his wife and lavish her with affection, like a goblin-made tiara from the Malfoy vaults. 

Tonight was also the first public appearance of the newlywed Greengrass’s, and when Lucius saw Diana’s obviously pregnant state he’d sought the man out along the edges of the room. 

“Malcolm!” he said, expression quirking with a small smile. “How was your honeymoon? I’ve just seen Diana- congratulations.”

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[mlle-laurette]

Can't sleep (malcolm)

“Hitting him just once wasn’t enough. I ought to have punched him properly. Then he would’ve shut up about René.”

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[toomcnairtocare]

screw the bank

Walden didn’t really have much appreciation for the concept of a legitimate full-time job. Working as the executioner for the Ministry wasn’t exactly what anyone would call a consistent gig. He worked when they wanted him and basically got to swan around for the rest of the day. Which really meant that he had the rest of his time to annoy his friends and loved ones.

“Malcolm!” He called as he strolled through Gringotts without a fucking care about the way several of the goblins glared and grumbled. They all knew him by now, what else did they expect? “I’m hungry! Take me to lunch!”

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[ninafedxrxva]

Beginnings | Nina+Malcom

Flashback

Nina had met many ‘rich’ people after her productions. The ballet drew a certain class of people, and an even smaller class of people who liked to come backstage after the show and meet everyone. As well as at any Gala’s that her company threw, there was always a high class of people there. Not that Nina cared much about the class of a person, but she did enjoy the opulence of it all. She’d also gotten used to some of the higher paying patrons of the ballet assuming that their donations meant they were entitled to something more than just a conversation. She’d never paid anyone she met at a gala much attention.

Until she met Malcolm. Of course he was charming, like many of the others, but there had been something about him that intrigued her. He’d come backstage after one of their performances, and asked her for a drink afterwards. She’d accepted, and had a far better time than she thought. Since moving from Russia Nina hadn’t really let her hair down, she had always been thinking about what the next step was, how to best look after herself and her sister. For a reason she couldn’t really pinpoint, Malcolm made her feel like she could relax properly. They’d met up a few times, and he’d invited her to dinner toinght. 

As she waited outside the restaurant she was wrapped up in her thoughts, suddenly a hand was on her waist and she flinched “дерьмо” she gasped, thwacking whoever had touched her waist on the chest, before realising it was exactly who she had been waiting for. “Malcolm. Don’t sneak up on me like that” she laughed

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translation: shit

[zahishafiq]

Can't sleep (malcolm)

“I don’t know Malcolm very well, but he seems like an interesting dude. Walden likes him, so that seems like high praise.”

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[charlottemacmillan-blog]

Not What it Looks Like || Charlie & Malcolm

Charlie was on her second drink of the night, a usual occurrence of a weeknight, chilling in her and Diana’s living room when the door bell rang. She rolled her eyes and groaned before getting up and looking through the peephole. It was just Malcolm, a regular at their flat. The older cousin didn’t really understand the relationship between Diana and the Greengrass boy, but she tolerated him as he usually joined her for a drink and conversation.

Her hand reached the knob and she opened the door with her hip popped out. “Can I help you, Malcolm?” Charlotte asked, her eyes rolling. “I can’t believe you haven’t actually started helping us pay rent since you’re here so god damn often.” She stepped back and gestured in towards the apartment inviting him in. “Can I get you a drink?” the girl asked, making her way towards the mini bar in the corner of their living area. She popped the lid off a firewhiskey and poured it into her glass before sipping on it.

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[ladylilianazabini]

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Liliana adjusted Blaise on her hip as she moved up the walk toward Greengrass Manor. It was a lovely place, and she wasn’t surprise. Malcolm had always struck her as the pride, respectable sort even before he and Diana had mended bridges. Of the two, Liliana had always been closer to Diana, but she could appreciate that Malcolm had always made an effort to be friendly.

The fact that he doted on her son was just a small positive to add to the bunch. 

Liliana tapped the knocker, unsurprised when the door swung open to greet her. She was expected, after all. Blaise fussed slightly as they stepped into the beautiful foyer, and Liliana bounced slightly, creating a rocking motion on her hip.

“Shh, baby,” she cooed. “Our host will be here soon.”

[nicholas-chastain]

Overconfident and Under-prepared

Nic couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help a lot of things, honestly. His hands twitched and his magic had a mind of its own sometimes. Even when he was doing his best acting, sometimes he said things that were neither productive nor good. 

So when he stepped into Greengrass manor- wearing torn black jeans and a tailored waistcoat the rich red of a fine wine- and saw the chandelier. Well. Who could blame him? There was no-one in the entryway to see him as he lifted his wand and loosened the chandelier a hair, watching as it swayed precariously. 

He tucked the wand away again, but as he moved further into the house his hands drifted against things, and every so often one would end up in his pocket, only to be deposited elsewhere. Were all rich people this cavalier about security? 

When he finally found his host he leaned against the doorframe, giving the man a curious look. 

“Le Renard, at your service, Monsieur Greengrass.”

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[mauramulciber]

voicemail (Malcolm)

“Mister Greengrass, I - wait, do I need to call you Mister Greengrass? I mean, you’re not that much older than me, but I’m doing you a favor and - yeah, it’s a favor, I don’t have to be that professional, but um, where was I? Goodness, I’m a little drunk. Anyway, I just want you to know that you don’t have to worry about anything with this guy. Actually, no one has to worry about anything with him anymore because he was a creep and I don’t like creeps, so yeah, you’re all good now!”

BONUS VALENTINA BECAUSE I DIDN’T REALIZE WHO YOU SENT THE MEME TO.

“You make some of the dumbest, most questionable decisions known to wizarding kind. I don’t know why I’m friends with you, I don’t, but you should be here drinking with me so I can chew you out in person. Come here. Either come here or find me a new house and go there, I don’t care. I’ll bring the alcohol, but you and I are having words.” @themalcolmgreengrass