She’s as light as any fairy; she’s as pretty as a peach; She’s mistress of the witchcraft to beguile; There’s sunshine in her manner, there is music in her speech, And there’s concentrated honey in her smile.
”The Man from Eldorado,” Robert William Service (via thymewitch)
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make me choose → oh-ethan asked: sansa stark 🐺 or margaery tyrell 🏵
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*swirls iced coffee in a wine glass* I’m just like ….I just deserve so much better you know…
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Primadonna, Marina and the diamonds
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athcnah
“Hmmm, I don’t know; I kind of like going out to do it, you know? Make a day of it. If there was a way for Diagon Alley to clean its streets from … certain people, that’d be a better solution,” mused Athena, thinking of that ideal world for a moment. She hoped it’d be there sooner than later. “That is absolutely true. You speak wisely, Narcissa. And of course; it’d have been terrible of you to let someone walk around with a dress that didn’t look good on them.” A shrug, then. “I am honestly surprised I’m enjoying myself as much as I am; I never envisioned this career for myself, after all. How’s your life treating you, though?”
“Of course, I’d never pass on a shopping trip but to do it all from home without having to bump elbows with the more unsavoury people that roam about.” Narcissa could be very social when she wanted, but she also had a habit of looking down her nose at most. “Then I suppose I am the kindest person in the world.” The silver haired witch exaggerated with a grin. “If you’d said to me in school that you’d be where you are now, I’d have asked you how much have you had to drink.” She laughed, “Oh wonderfully, I’m surprised at how well things have come together.”
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