#thewrongsorts. manon

[choicelesshope-aaa]

@thewrongsorts​   ||   cont.

the thing is—she’s never been a big fan of silence. dead of the night, not a single owl or car wandering through the streets; cold freezing the tip of her nose and the unnerving feeling she’s too close to her own memories for her own sake.  

closer than ever, given by her company’s not-so-chatty disposition, of all things.

❝ come now, there must be something we can do to change that, hm? ❞ she tries with an easy smile, a faint of laughter released into the night. ❝ mademoiselle manon durant, how long have you been on this little island? and how come the more i ask these order folk about you—hm, no one seems to know a thing about the grand auror herself? ❞

an oddity when the younger litter of them had difficulties with keeping quiet during—well, almost every instance they’ve thrown them together in a room.

[prioriincantatem]

@thewrongsorts​ said : “Stay still. You’ve been wounded.” (manon, for greylyn)

Greylyn sighs, shifting with discomfort under Manon’s attention. “I’m fine,” she says stubbornly. “Really, I’m alright. I promise. I’ve had worse.”

[moonshunned]

"you need to think with your head, not only your heart." (manon)

Tough words, but sorely required. Coming from someone Remus respected and admired greatly, it forced him to mull over them and accept that he had been lacking the correct focus. The war was getting to him, but it was getting to them all, and a clear head, usually one of his great feats, was more required than ever. Either you get them, or they get you, and you can’t save everybody, Remus reminded himself. He shot Manon a grateful look. 

“Thank you, Manon. I guess I needed that. I was always known for being the levelheaded one, but excelling in school is a far cry from this fight we’re fighting.” And he wished he could turn the time back, back to where he was as carefree as a young werewolf with amazing friends could be, without having to fear for their lives every day. “I’m just consumed by worry. It’s hard not to get too invested.”

@thewrongsorts

[imbricare]

@thewrongsorts / continued

The pocket watch she pulled out of the inner pocket of her coat belonged to her father, and her father’s mother before him. He had passed it on to Marlene on her seventeenth birthday. Rebecca had got a gold bracelet that her great-grandmother had had made to commemorate the coronation of Edward VII.

“A while.” Hard to say, when she hadn’t even been to bed yet. “And you?” 

It felt like a comfort, to know she wasn’t the only one who found it hard to sleep tonight. Any of these nights. The days droned on, dark and tense and altogether profoundly horrible. What news there were, they dreaded to read and hear. 

[iustusetpeccator]

❝ We said no strings attached but now we’re in knots. ❞

Manon Durandt x Alastor Moody, exchange AU for @thewrongsorts | Moodboard meme | Accepting.

[bewitchingbaker]

❛ today isn’t your day, is it? ❜ (manon)

@thewrongsorts

Chris sighed along with a low grumble of annoyance. Thanks to the spilled hot chocolate that stained his shirt. The baker couldn't be too mad, it was his own fault for moving too fast. Luckily, it was just him and Manon, so he didn't mind making the mistakes.

He grabbed a towel, carefully wiping up the spill from the table.

"When you're right," Chris began, "You're right. But it's only the second mistake of the day...nothing else could go wrong."

[franktheauror1x1]

“Well what do we have here?” (manon)

Frank looked down at himself, and his sandwich, and then flashed her one of his more endearing grins. “Looks like a cheese butty with some Branston pickle on it to me,” he offered, holding up the food. Manon was most definitely his superior in the office, and while she could be a little abrasive sometimes, he genuinely liked her.

Which was, of course, why he didn’t resist teasing a bit.

“Is there owt I can help you with, though?” he added, surmising that she’d come over for a reason, and more than ready to lend a hand.

[muse--minded-blog]

@thewrongsorts plotted for a starter! 

How many days had it been? They all blurred together. Maria had felt out of sorts since the attack, and even worse knowing that she was the only survivor. Charlie . . . His whole family . . . The McKinnons had fought valiantly, each one of them. Til the end. And Charlie . . . sticking her in the cabinet, making her swear she wouldn’t leave (which hadn’t been hard, as she had been paralyzed with fear), and then never coming back for her . . . They had had such hopes for the future. Charlie had been on track to be the youngest Minister of Magic in 100 years, and now he never would be. Now nothing they had spoke of would happen. 

Maria jumped at every little sound, even the click of the door opening, though she had known it would happen. She had been the one knocking, after all. “Sorry,” she mumbled. “I, um, I’m Maria. Are you Manon?” She had been apprehensive about meeting one of Marlene’s colleagues, but she was out of options, and she couldn’t sleep on people’s couches forever. When one of the senior members offered to set her up in a new place with someone who might be able to help her transition, she had had no other option but to agree. 

But to transition . . . to what? Her previous life? A new life? One without Charlie and the McKinnons? She was going forward, but had no idea what that meant anymore. 

[lcvedriven]

❝ we carry on because we must, right? what’s the alternative? ❞  @thewrongsorts​ sirius & manon 

“i got a good fucking alternative for you.” he has grabbed the rest of the firewhiskey from alastor’s cabinet. what’s the man going to do, fucking drink it? and anyway, sirius had to update the wards now that they’re dead, and so he has the firewhiskey. 

and some other shit, but who was going to stop him? alastor? greylyn? ha! 

he pours a glass and downs it so quick he nearly cracks a tooth with the glas in his hand. he pours another. 

“what the fuck are any of us supposed to do right now? you tell me what we’re moving onto. war’s over.” all he’s known is the war; where the hell does he go from there? he had the war, then he had prison, then he had the war again. “i’m hoping he poisoned this against intruders or something, how about you?” 

[spellwrites]

@thewrongsorts | cont from here

Sometimes you gotta do worse, Manon thinks, first. It’s both her gut instinct and an admonition Imogen probably needs to hear; don’t think she hasn’t noticed the younger witch tip-toeing her way around taking a life. It wouldn’t bother her if it didn’t come hand-in-hand with that insistence on throwing herself out onto front lines, but — Ç'est une douleur dans le cul, yeah?

At some point you have to be ready kill, or you’re going to get someone killed.

“Yeah,” she finally shrugs, casually, with a wry, sharp sort of smile. “You don’t have to justify yourself to me.”

Hell, she does love the willingness to resort to such a mundane attack, especially from a pureblood like Imogen. Too many wizards never think to go for the tried-and-true classic hits. Sometimes a well-placed knife is worth more than any spell.

It’s what she likes best about Imogen, that resourcefulness.

Imogen grinned. "See, this is why we get along so well," she said, "You, me, Severus... I'm not counting Mad-Eye; he's just insane. Molly Weasley's not gonna - actually Molly would tear out someone's jugular with her teeth if they threatened her kids. Arthur Weasley isn't unhinged enough to do something like that."

There was, of course, the unspoken difference that set Imogen apart from Manon, Severus, Mad-Eye... Lupin. She was prepared to do whatever it took to win... but only to a point. She wouldn't - couldn't - cross that line, to take a life with her own wand. She had no better reason for it than cowardice. She wondered if Manon had noticed.

Mad-Eye, Lupin - she knew they'd already crossed it. Severus... with a signature spell like Sectumsempra, she could only assume. Had Manon...?

[thewrongsorts]

MANON DURANDT — original muse FEATURED ON  thewrongsorts

( a harry potter multimuse by BRIGH.   |   anti jkr    |   mutuals-only  & selective  )

[imprvdente]

🖼

Send 🖼 and I’ll make a moodboard of our muses’ relationship / @thewrongsorts / accepting

Manon & Fish / BEAUXBATONS AU

[prioriincantatem]

@thewrongsorts​ ( continued. )

Alastor raises an eyebrow as he looks at Manon.

“Pretty sure you’ve got a crush on my wife,” he says. Why not cause a little trouble? “That seems like something most would hide.”

[marblecarved-aa]

@thewrongsorts sent a question: “ ❔ ” / a few combos of our muses you'd be interested in exploring, maybe ? 

source: send ❔ and i’ll list a couple muses that i’d like to throw at yours !

1.   Augusta for Alice. 2.   Aurora, Charity, Emma, Hestia and Mary for Alice, Charis and James. 3.   Arabella for Mundungus. 4.   Arthur for Charlie, Fleur and Mundungus. 5.   Euphemia for James. 6.   Olympe for Fleur, Gabrielle and Manon. 7.   Tonks for Charlie, Fleur, Manon and Mundungus.

[imbricare]

“There’s always another mission. None of them are an excuse to make yourself an island.” (manon, for marlene)

Bodies of land torn from the continent: to drift, to isolate, to hide; the mask donned by the metaphor, a tragedy like that of a common thug. I come from an island, Marlene wanted to say. It suits me better than the mainland. Let alone the continent that Manon called home. 

In the silence between them, the only sound was the clear, pleasing sound of the pestle moving in swift circles; she was grinding dried fleawort into a fine, aromatic powder to be used in potions and teas. “This is South Stack fleawort. It only grows around the northwest coastline of Anglesey, you know? We collect it in June and let it dry. It’s a lovely herbal tea for when you’ve got a cold or bronchitis, or even kidney problems.” 

Early September, it now was: the mornings wet and dreary and always, always arriving under a veil of fog. She missed the salt of the sea, on mornings such as these. In autumn, when the hot sun mated with the brisk sea-breeze, it filled the nose and the lungs ever so fully. The Thames smelled sickly sweet in comparison.

“Do you miss it sometimes?” she asked. “France, I mean.” 

[potterroleplay]

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Founders Era:

Helga Hufflepuff - @perceptionx*

Fantastic Beasts Era:

Credence Barebone - @chaotiicgoods*

Nagini - @chaotiicgoods*

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Marauders Era:

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Rose Granger-Weasley - @perceptionx*

Dominique Weasley - @perceptionx*

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Riddle Era:

Manon Durandt - @thewrongsorts*

Marauders Era:

Jolene Delacrouix - @mayhemxmugglesxmagic*

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Charis Rosier - @thewrongsorts*

Imogen Selwyn - @iselwyn 

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