#lightandpurity

[wxrmtxil]

When: Present Day (Game Time) - Morning Where: England - Malfoy Manor  With: Lucius Malfoy @lightandpurity​

It was strange, walking around in the daylight again without worry. Not constantly looking out for his next meal, next place to sleep. Of course he still kept both eyes out for threats, that didn’t change just because the law were no longer after him, if anything his choice for one kind of freedom would only increase those perils. 

And putting down perils was the reason for his visit today. 

Malfoy Manor was easy to find, what reason did an innocent, highly wealthy pure-blood family have to hide? Peter knew all about how Lucius landed on his feet, the paper had been quite detailed. He was dressed respectfully, new robes, hair cut, freshly showered and shaved. Put together enough to reach the imposing front door unchallenged. 

He knocked and within moments a bedraggled house elf appeared asking in a croaked voice what he wanted. 

“Please tell Mr. Malfoy that Mr. Peter Pettigrew is here to see him. If he can’t remember me, please tell him we were in an old club together.” Though only one of them by choice. 

He waited as the elf vanished with a crack and after a few minutes he was brought inside, led to a drawing room and offered a drink which, despite his very present need for secure for food and drink, he declined. Eventually, the man himself joined him, every inch the successful patriarch. 

“Good morning Mr. Malfoy,” Peter spoke in a breathy whisper, “Thank you for seeing me on such short notice.” 

[madeyeinmotion]

@lightandpurity​

‘Generally despised’ was an accurate assessment of Alastor Moody among both Pureblood society and anyone in wizarding society who upheld the dark arts. The only reason he wasn’t often called a blood traitor was because his family had been too poor to matter; no one was vying to marry their daughter off to the son of Welsh sheep farmers. All this to say, he isn’t surprised when his initial owl is ignored by Lucius. Instead he’s arrived in person, waiting outside the door of Malfoy Mannor respectfully, instead of barging in and finding the golden haired worm like he wants to. 

[marlsmcks]

“Well excuse me for being brash, but I know this isn’t your desk, darling. Claimed it for myself about two weeks ago you know.” She grinned, leaning over and pointing to the dark under corner. “Charmed a pocket right in there you know. I’d say go ahead and reach in, it’s just Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans. But you shouldn’t.” Mischief grew behind wide eyes, the type you should expect from a twelve year old. “But it’s only for my own hand. You’d get a serious case of boils if you tried like...this office was empty, yeah. Figured it’d be my new practice spot.” @lightandpurity​

[arvnkas]

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There were days that Arina enjoyed her job, and some that even provided some level of professional fulfillment. Just like so many others had been as of late, today was decidedly neither of those days. The early hours of the morning had passed in an abnormally tedious fashion, mostly on account of her effort to sort through the correspondence that made its way upon her desk. The more time that passed, the more she gave the prospect of working alongside Antonin serious consideration. But for now, she would settle for the mediocrity that encompassed her work at the Ministry.  Having had quite enough of attempting to feign further productivity, Arina briefly departed from the building, eventually coming back to the office with two beverages in hand. Emerging from the lift once it arrived back to the fifth floor, she promptly made her way to the row of offices at its end, offering a brief knock on the door of her superior before entering his office. “I come bearing my usual gifts,” she offers, pushing one of the beverages in his directions before taking a seat in the nearby chair. “Crouch has been asking for you, by the way. Particularly and annoyingly incessantly, I might add. So if you’re still hoping to avoid his royal plonkerness, I’d suggest making yourself scarce this afternoon.”

[loganfwhite]

“Why don’t wizards have game shows?”

[ofnxrcissa]

Malfoy Manor, Wiltshire September 9th, 1979 6.00 AM

It’s a rather blissful quiet morning. A ray of light glares into her eyes and she squints, quite disoriented at the term of time. 

Daylight. Early. Cold.

Narcissa shivered lightly as she scoot closer and buried herself within the warmth that was offered by her husband. She couldn’t help but watching him while he’s still pretty much asleep. His lips are parted, and his nostrils flared every breath he takes. He looked peaceful and surprisingly comfortable sleeping with an arm wrapped around her shoulder. Her lips curved into a smile as she ran her fingers across his forehead and lifted a couple strands of hair from his eyes.

It’s Sunday and they’re not supposed to do anything-- until late afternoon. Her eyes fluttered close and hummed contently as his scent filled her senses. She could stay in bed for as long as possible, but eventually her newly-found-nausea wins. She freed herself from his arms and jolted from her bed. All she could think of is to get into the bathroom before she’s puked on anywhere.

@lightandpurity