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lauradoesthe1x1:

So uh… I will be making myself scarce, huh?

“no! i mean... it would be sort of suspicious if you suddenly disappear.”

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@thatsdorcasmeadowes ( starter call. )

“well, here was what i was thinking -- we kill our history of magic teacher, this way we don’t need to take the test and we have more time to choose a dress for that party sirius is throwing. what do you think?”

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potterlyjames:

“Me? You think I’m the problem here?” James scoffed, folding his arms across his chest. “Don’t think I have no clue as to what you are doing Narcissa. You, just don’t want to admit that your precious son isn’t as innocent as you want him to be.” Merlin, no one in Hogwarts was innocent anymore–not with the terror that ran rampant like an undercurrent through the castle and society as a whole. “As his teacher, I have a right to discipline him as I see fit, if you were to do so at home maybe we wouldn’t be having this discussion. 

it was strange, the feel of her long smooth fingers on his chest again. This time it was almost forceful, as if she was trying to get a rise out of him too. Sure, her touch stirred anger in his chest but deep down he felt a desire long buried flare up again. “I’m not yelling.” He lowered his voice so that it was still seething but below the threshold of yelling.

“Sure, breakups happen but not the way ours did.” He glared at her, his resentment and anger from all the years in between rising to the surface again, “Not after I poured out my entire heart to you and asked you to run away with me, create this beautiful life with me and you THROW IT AWAY IN MY FACE. How did you think that made me feel huh?” 

“For you to have the indecency to even truly break up with me. You threw your new relationship in my face and never spoke another word to me. And somehow, I shouldn’t be angry? No. You wronged me Narcissa and I’m not going to stay quiet this time.” 

“first i wasn’t sure, i was keeping my mind open. but i am not positive you are the problem here. you were always prejudiced james, you hated lucius, and now you have transferred that hatred to an innocent child.” narcissa flinched at his insinuation that she wasn’t a good mother.  “my son knows right from wrong, maybe you should take some lessons from him.”

even though they were fighting, a small part of her was happy. it felt strangely wonderful to be in his presence again. “you were yelling.” she pointed out stepping away from him. it doesn’t matter that she missed this,  she has to concentrate on what is most important -- her son. 

anger built up in her, but she refused to show any emotions to james. luckily a life in the black household gave her plenty of training when it comes to hiding her emotions. “i announced a relationship that everyone gossiped about, a relationship that was pretty much plotted from my crib.” how could she run away with james? when that meant never speaking to her parents again, breaking their hearts. they were already broken by andromeda’s actions and bellatrix had never been a very nurturing person. if she left, who would take care of them?

“you expected something of me that you should have known i would never be able to give it to you. you should have known me better than that.” she can still remember the first time he talked about marrying her, how her blood ran cold with the thought, how her traitorous heart began beating faster whilst her rational mind kept repeating all of the reasons why that could never happen.

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potterlyjames:

“Are you now?” he asked as he leaned in closer to her, so that their shoulders were touching. “It’s just that we have to write a comprehensive prophecy about our future that we can divine from tea leaves! Like c’mon who can do that!” he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her gently on the cheek, “besides that I’m going to be married to you of course. But I don’t think Ol’ Sybil wants to hear that.” 

nacissa froze in his arms. ‘be married to her’... her and james, as a proper couple out in the world, outside of these halls that protect them. as much as she loves him (and oh how she dearly does) she doesn’t see their relationship lasting in the real world. clearing her throat, narcissa pulled slightly away from him. 

“you need to learn it if you want to pass this test. it’s important james. you don’t want to be held back, do you?”

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potterlyjames:

James sat up in his chair and leaned forward, “Look, I’m telling you that your son is a little devil the second he enters my classroom. Guess, the young boy didn’t fall far from the apple tree.” There was something about Draco that James inherently didn’t like but that had nothing to do with his resemblance to his mother of course. Besides, James detested Lucius even more than Narcissa(which his feelings for always bordered on confusion). 

“What is there to say huh? I think you made everything crystal clear when you left without a word ten plus years ago!”  

Getting up he leaned in closer to her, his brows raised in agitation. “You Narcissa Black Malfoy have no right to call me a lion boy anymore. Furthermore, you have no room to yell at me to grow up. “ 

“maybe the teacher is the problem here. as i said, no other teachers complain about him, in fact, they say he is a wonderful student. kids act out when they feel like they are being treated badly.” narcissa is quite pleased with this narrative she is creating -- it absolves her precious son of all guilt and pins it all down on james. 

resting a hand on his chest, narcissa stepped closer to him. “i did not yell, you are the one who is yelling.” raising an eyebrow mockingly, she continues. “is this how you behave around students? so out of control?”

“i am not seeing a teacher in front of me. i am seeing a teenager. we broke up james, it’s something that happens, not all relationships are meant to last.”

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@apareciumuses ( starter call. )

“remind me again why we choose to continue our with care of magical creatures class?”

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like this for a starter! please specify which muse you want, if not, i will randomize! 

( muses from: doctor who, harry potter, jane austen, star wars )

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“How come she married him?“ Harry asked miserably. “She hated him!“ "Nah, she didn’t,” said Sirius. ”She started going out with him in seventh year,“ said Lupin. ”Once James had deflated his head a bit,“ said Sirius. "And stopped hexing people just for the fun of it,” said Lupin. 

lily evans && james potter, penned by livia and char

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can you believe lily luna’s theme song is c’est moi from camelot?

because damn, that is the song. 

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lauradoesthe1x1:

Well you know me, nothing but noise and fuss. You.. err… said your parents were coming?

“did i mention that? oh yeah, my parents are set on staying a few days here, even though it’s a mad house...”

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lauradoesthe1x1:

“Stop being pedantic you,” Hal stuck his tongue out at her. “Some of us like your family. I have to give them lots of reasons to keep liking me more than you!”

Sitting up again, he looked out of the window as they began to pull away, out into the sprawling concrete jungle of the city. “Ok. Well. They were amazing, honestly Lily, some of them are just so talented! I’ve promised I’ll keep writing to a few of them….” He rubbed the back of his head, it was honestly impossible to know where to start. “Seriously, they were just so much better than me! But we’d do these workshop sessions, working on particular skills we want to improve and stuff.”

“i am pretty sure you don’t need to give them reasons to like you better. everyone prefers your company. you are a lot more entertaining, and nicer, and generally a better person to talk to.” whilst lily is a bit too proud of her looks, she is more than aware of her deficiencies as a social person. she can be charming and funny, but in small doses. after a while, the exertion of being social turns her quite rude.

“do you think they helped? which skills did you work on? and i refuse to answer the other things ‘cause i feel like you’re fishing for compliments, you know how much i love your music.”  

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lauradoesthe1x1:

“Definitely, definitely not, we’re going to pretend like I’m a calming influence on you,” he shook his head, some more of a smile returning to his face seeing her fury. There was definitely a family trait there. “Can we just… just enjoy the night? I… I made plans.”

though she was still plotting how to avenge her date, lily smiled at his mention of plans. “hmm??” she asks grabbing his hand. “where are you taking me harry longbottom?”

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potterlyjames:

“Me mock? never!” James exclaimed crossing his hands over his chest. “Whatever gave you the idea that I would mock you?” The broom lifted off easily as James steered it through a few dozen trees before he arrived at the beautiful meadows that extended from his manor. 

“You were destined for this life.” James answered confidently. “Besides, how else would you have met me?”  

“the fact i know you?” she shot back raising an eyebrow. the redhead followed him, trusting his knowledge of the surrounding area -- she wasn’t disappointed. “oh, james! this is gorgeous.” 

“i think i’d still have me you. well, i hope so. who knows? maybe one day you would have gotten curious about how muggles live, made the whole thing into an adventure with the rest of the marauders and our paths would cross.”

“let’s see... you would do something very silly, of that i have no doubt. but don’t you worry, i would be amused by the whole thing. well, than i would have approached you guys, sassed you a little bit, fretted about remus’s appearance... i think that’s it. you would instantly become besotted with me. i would think you were cute but not worth the trouble.”

“a few months later i would have realized how incredible you were... yes, months, you know how stubborn i am. the rest is history.”

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potterlyjames:

the look in her eyes always drew him in like a moth to a flame. he refused to call her mrs. malfoy, refused to acknowledge the sad fact that she was the one that got away. the unfairness of it all, that she got to pretend that everything was fine in her perfect socialite life, while he fought tooth and nail for his son’s life. “i don’t know what you are talking about.” he replied innocently, leaning against his chair, his head resting on his bent elbows. 

“i certainly do not single your son out. it just so happens that he doesn’t follow directions. if you could learn to control your son better perhaps we wouldn’t have such a problem.” 

“please! my son barely gets in trouble in other subjects, in fact, most teachers say he is a model student.” besides the fact he bullied other students from time to time, but other than that, he was a proper little gentleman with excellent grades.  “you are telling me, he goes from a model student to a little devil the second he enters your classroom?” 

“i find that a little hard to believe.” this was incredibly unfair, that her son was being punished for a relationship she had more than a decade ago. “i am here now.  will you stop doing this to him and say whatever it is you wish to say?”

crossing her arms over her chest, narcissa sighed, “i am disappointed in you lion boy, i thought you would have grown up by now.” 

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lauradoesthe1x1:

“So… I missed a quiet sort of week then?”

“yeah, our weeks only get busy when we have to deal with you as well.... it was weird not having you around.”

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artemis had in fact seen a man matching that description. that orange hand bag really clashed with his black clothes. she had presumed he had stolen the thing but didn’t think it was her place to get involved... but, if someone is asking for her help... well, lawrence can’t get mad at that.

“i did! come on, he ran in that direction.” she said taking off, a maniac grin in her lips.

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“Excuse me.” He turned to the first person by his side. “Did you happen to see someone with an orange handbag past by here?” He tried to control his breathing as he described the person. “About… a bit taller than me. Wearing all black - minus the handbag - had a ponytail?”