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@lyraxlestrange​

“ Can I help you, Ma’am? “ the boy asked, looking up towards the woman. He had been sitting alone on the edge of the sidewalk in front of a store, about to chow down on the burger he managed to get.  He wasn’t expecting company though.

[aheroic]

[[ @lyraxlestrange hit the <3 for a Valentine’s Day starter

Kade had been enjoying a fancy drink, talking to a group of friends, but as soon as he saw the pretty girl at the bar, he pealed himself away. Then he moved through the crowd with surprising grace and leaned back against the bar near her, far enough away to not be too threatening. “Hey. That color really brings out your eyes.” He blew a strand of blond hair out of his face, looking confident, but as though he was pretending to be casual. “You wanna dance?”

[mistermalcolmbaddock]

Magical Mistletoe

@lyraxlestrange 

continued from: 7.  our muses under the mistletoe 

Lyra was stealing a glance at Malcolm when she spotted the plant hovering just above them, growing branches and continuing to spread. It was an invention of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, charmed mistletoe which would pursue those paired under it until they kissed. They had been dotted around Diagon Alley in an effort of spreading Christmas spirit. “I find it hard to believe that you didn’t simply plant that there,” Lyra said, eyeing the greenery.

Malcolm turned to follow the line of her sight. He inwardly smirked at the cleverness of the Weasley brothers. His appreciation for the Weasley-enhanced seasonal greenery was absent from the innocent expression he sent Lyra. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about. But you are standing under it.” 

He sent her a wolfish grin, closing the distance between them before sliding an arm around her waist and pressing his lips to hers.

[aparecium-muses]

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Her body fit perfectly against his, that it was meant to be pressed up against his this way.  Licking his lips at her words he huskily spoke, "I think we should try something new. You know that white fluffy furred rug in front of the fireplace in the sitting room," without waiting for her to reply he dragged her towards the room speaking all the while in a rushed heated tone. "I want to take you on it, hands and knees, or to have your back pressed against it. I want to watch you cling to it for dear life as a, ‘fuck you.’

The rug had been one of his mother's prized items and nothing was better in his mind than to have sex on it a silent 'fuck you' to his mother's spirit wherever she may be.

[originalwizkid]

@lyraxlestrange

"If I tell you something," Harry confirmed, "you can't tell anyone else, right? That's part of the healer thing? Confidentiality?" Harry had been trying to figure out what was wrong with him since the war ended, but he needed someone with actual knowledge if he was actually going to get anywhere with his investigation.

[unforgivableson]

[text]: God, I just love slightly insecure guys with hearts of gold and giant penises.

[text]: do i DARE ask why you are sending this

to ME?

[xfpureblooda]

@lyraxlestrange // cont.

(*)

Draco had been nearly crushed by the weight of everything happening to him thus far, but this was really taking the cake. Not even putting up a fight when Harry and his friends escaped the Manor with the wands in their possession was something he couldn’t say with accuracy that he regretted, but the punishment coming for him was sending him into another panic attack, one that bordered on wanting to throw himself off of the tallest tower in the Manor.

He could have taken anything else over this. The Cruciatus Curse, a target for experiments, having his limbs cut off even. But being forcefully turned into a werewolf wasn’t what he thought he deserved, and if he had had his own wand, he probably would have turned the Killing Curse on himself to save his own skin from such a fate. But he didn’t have it, Harry did, and the wand had been failing him for a year now, so he doubted it would have made a difference.

Turning to Lyra had been one of his last hopes. But she could do nothing, and he collapsed to his knees, body trembling violently, tears streaming down his face as he clung to her the way he used to as a child, frightened of the dark and shadows, of the nightmares that crept through his mind. “Please,” he gasped. “I’m not going to survive this Lyra, he intends to kill me. I can’t do this!”

[tmvoldemort]

The Funeral, a drabble~

The sliding doors to the smoking parlor had been pushed in halfway. It being the smallest room in side the house which made for the perfect viewing room. The black clad well wishers came to stand upon the threshold.

They gaze inwardly. Silent with hands clasp in front of them. Standing still for a moment or so. If they spoke it was in a hush whisper and to each other. Then they depart for tea on the other side of the house. Where the only sounds of life came from.

Sitting still as a shadow upon the stairwell Delphini could watch them but not be seen. Already having seen eight sets stand there for the time she lingered. From her view point she could also not see inside the room. She already knew what it looked like.

Pushed up against the fire place and laid upon Lilies and Babies Breath rested the body. The 'body'. It was no longer a person to her. She rather wish it was gone already. It seemed sick to dress it, mocking it, and look at it.

Tugging at her itchy tights and the borrowed black dress she wore. Likely something from her sisters wardrobe. She hated it. She didn't even have slippers for it but her cleanest boots made do.

"Delphi," Rodolpus had arrived when she wasn't looking. Standing at ground level clutching one of the stairs pillers.

Her Father, correction stepfather, was dress just as somberly, "Go to the study."

He nodded his chin in the direction of the room.

She didn't asked what for but obey. Her rear was already asleep. No need to stay here any longer. One excuse better than another.

Delphi clopping foot falls were lighter then normal. The house didn't moan under her either. Fitting the gloomy mood. Nothing wanted to break the deafening stillness.

She passed the dinning room where guest ate the sweets and finger sandwiches. Passed the mirrors covered with black cloth. Passing the grandfather clock whose hands stopped at midnight. Flowers and cards sitting on any available surface. The stink of sweetness made her stomach turn.

Turning the knob to the door she enter the study. It seem the only room not touched by death. No black streamers or petals or mirrors, the tiny clock gone as well. But that wasn't what greeted her or cross Delphi mind. It was The Dark Lord.

He stood snow still on his shoulders. Instead of his fine black robes he usually had he wore duller ones. The fabric less decorative, less shinny, ugly even.

Raising his hand towards her beckoning her closer.

Delphi bowed and took hold of his hand. Pulled in closer. This, her real Father. The secert out now but still new, still odd.

"I am so sorry about your Mother." He said

Delphi felt her cheek cramp. She looked down at her feet.

He lean in, "We will make them pay. We will avenge her!"

Delphi looked up through her damp lashes. A blackness in them. Filled with renewed passion.

"There it is.." Hiss Voldemort excited.

[blueeyedslytherin]

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     “Lyra? Sweet heart what are you doing here? Is everything alright?” Narcissa asked, closing her robe a bit tighter, exhaustion clear on her face. 

[parkinsiin-blog]

what do you think pansy's family was like?

an ask from four months ago that i will finally get to answering!@lyraxlestrange

funny you should ask…

i actually have deeply extensive headcanons regarding pansy’s family, the ones she knows and the ones she doesn’t. lets start with the basics? and cut because this is long and i haven’t even gotten to the complicated bits.

pansy was raised in her mother’s family’s very crumbling and in-need-of-being-condemned home, that had once been a very fine manor in a sort of boring backwater county in the middle of the country where nothing ever happens except the occasional barfight at the muggle pub in the little village down the way. a place pansy was never allowed to go.

she grew up with her mother corva, her grandfather aleister boysenwood, and her older brother briar- who was nearly 6 years older-, and that’s it. her father, alberto parkinson, died in the first war, fighting for the cause alongside rabastan lestrange. 

corva parkinson is a bit of a woman lost. she drinks heavily, but in that upperclass sort of way. she pretends the house isn’t falling apart, covers it up with charms and paste. briar is the apple of her eye- in her mind pansy has only one use. the parkinson clan won’t support them at all- they don’t believe in the legitimicy of either briar or pansy, and therefore won’t bother to pay a knut for them, so it’s on corva’s family, the boysenwoods. and the boysenwoods have no money. pansy’s job is to marry rich and save what’s left of the boysenwood name. from the day she sent pansy to school, the only thing she said to her was, “get the malfoy boy. whatever it takes. whatever he asks of you. get him. nail him down.”

and she taught pansy the skills to do that. all the charms to make her robes look nicer than they do, makeup potions, charms and potions to avoid pregnancy. oh yeah, pansy knew that one when she was 11. she shouldn’t have needed to know that until she was old enough to make choices but she did. oh and all the healing charms pansy learned after draco got hurt- corva taught her those.

so that’s corva. kind of a bad mother. but she’s broken for a reason. we’ll come to that later.

grandpa al died when pansy was very young, which is good, because he was a grumpy, sort of hateful lecherous bastard. one thing corva would never admit to anyone even to her dying breath is that she wasn’t the child of al and some witch he met on a wild beltane night. she was the child of al and the daughter of the muggle pub owner’s daughter. who he seduced and then turned away when she turned up at his door pregnant. months later, when corva was born, she dropped the baby off on his doorstep and threw herself into the local river. so that’s the kind of guy al is. the fact he kept the baby and managed to raise her is a miracle. but they still had house elves then. by the time al died, they did not.

briar is honestly some kind of anomaly in this family. he was captain of the slytherin quidditch team, played catcher. he wasn’t quite the best in his class, but he was very good in his classes. handsome, charming, popular, very friendly. but he had a little secret he kept pretty tightly to the vest- he had always known he was gay. it wasn’t until after he graduated and managed to move out of the family home that he could move in with his boyfriend.

the one place briar fails, a bit, as a brother, is that he was very aware of the way corva treated and groomed pansy, and didn’t do anything to stop it. however, after the battle of hogwarts, he does his best to help her and support her.

then there’s the parkinsons, who pansy never met. they’re a british family who moved to argentina in the 1880′s for business matters, and set up a massive family campo outside of buenos aires, where there is a perfectly reasonable magical school, but all of their children attend hogwarts anyway, because they maintain their home london as their main residence. alberto was the firstborn, but of a second son, and was never really going to be important. miguel, the patriarch of the family, never believed that either of corva’s children were really alberto’s, felt alberto was a fool, and when he died, happily cut corva and both her children- pansy was still in her womb at the time- off entirely, threw them out of the house they’d been living in, and basically told them they were nothing.

and that’s the core of the parkinsons. but wait. there’s more.

turns out? miguel parkinson? wasn’t wrong.

neither of corva’s children were actually alberto’s.

time to take a trip back in time! and please know, this is SPECIFIC to the rodolphus lestrange as played by @peaceinourrtime - and the day she brings him to tumblr again, i’m busting out a sideblog for corva.

corva went to school at the same time as rodolphus et all. and my own personal bella was actually dating my own personal rabastan at the time. rod? was dating corva. it wasn’t until rod was recognized by lord voldemort, while he was still in 7th year, for an act he performed that papa lestrange began to view his eldest son- who was illegitimate, with a woman he’d met on a trip to french polynesia, and was raised there until his mother passed when he was 11- over his second, legitimate son, as his heir, that shit hit the fan. by the time he graduated, papa lestrange and papa black had arranged a marriage between bella and rod, which blew up all kinds of shit- rod and rab didn’t speak for ages, rab basically told bella she was a broodmare and he didn’t need her- lies, he was deeply, deeply in love with her and it broke him so badly- and corva…

corva was BROKEN. she wasn’t after rod for his money or anything like that, she LOVED him. and she lost him in an instant, and in slid al parkinson. she didn’t have a lot of options, there were lingering questions about her blood status, and she just…accepted her fate.

a few years later, a chance encounter with rod ended up with briar being conceived. al parkinson was shooting blanks, although he didn’t know and wouldn’t have admitted it, and it was a miracle baby neither had anticipated. briar’s coloring seemed close enough to al’s that only miguel parkinson questioned that he was al’s baby, and life moved on.

and then the war started, really. bella was gone to her obsessions- even rab had lost her by then- and some day i’ll write up all my headcanons about bella and all the babies she lost in an effort to give rod a child until THAT drove her to desperation and in that desperation she found evil and voldemort. rod turned to corva for comfort a few times, and then cut it off. corva realized shortly after, she was pregnant again. a little girl, this time. a baby girl that she brought to the trial when rod was sentenced, along with little briar in hand, giving rod one chance to see his children before he was taken away. (i do headcanon that rod got to meet briar before azkaban, several times, never able to say, “i’m your father”, just you know, hello, young man.)

so, the long and the short of it? pansy and her brother briar are actually lestranges, not parkinsons at all. corva was a mess because the love of her life was lost to her forever and her husband was dead and she was trapped in a crumbling mess of a house. briar does his goddamn best to keep the family together and fails, usually. and pansy walked out of hogwarts during the battle because my pansy at least was three months pregnant and terrified for her baby.

[kinkylilfxckers]

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“  We had a scrape with our friends  “  Growled Alastair.   “ And it was lucky for us these two turned up when they did. Though you didn’t fight badly, did you Zadkiel? I tell you, even an angel can fight when his back is really up against it. “

[broken-nikolai]

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[mistermalcolmbaddock]

Hit in the Head

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Malcolm was unconscious. He was laying on a makeshift gurney in the hallway just outside of St. Mungo's emergency med ward. There was a bloody gash on the side of his head, he was breathing shallowly and his eyes were closed. One of his hands hung limply over the bedside. He was dressed in a smart suit. And perhaps it was fortunate he was out cold. Otherwise, Mal would have been infuriated at the lack of attention the company’s main contractor, Clem Laszlo, was getting. Laszlo was the wizard who’d hauled Malcolm’s unconscious arse into St. Mungo’s, and he was at the moment frantically trying to get someone, anyone to pay attention to him long enough to get Malcolm some medical attention.

Granted, part of the building they’d been working on had collapsed, not Malcolm’s fault at all, but half of the patients in the emergency ward were there due to the accident. 

Still, Mr. Baddock was an important man and he was bleeding on a cot in a well traversed corridor. Finally, at his wit's end, Clem reached out to grab the arm of one of the Healers walking by.

“Miss! Miss! Can you help? Please!”

[aparecium-muses]

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Even in this darkened night, Mollie felt as if she was a flower in bloom; opening herself to Lyra in a way she hadn't for so long. She had turned herself to Lyra as if she were the sun, hands subconsciously fisting into the fabric of Lyra's clothes holding on for dear life. Soft, sweet and delicate were only a few words to describe the kiss that they shared. It warmed her insides, sending a rush through her numb fingers and making her feel renewed in a way.

Once they parted she almost whimpered not wanting to part so soon. When Lyra pressed her lips to her forehead and so tenderly she did whimper, eyes staying shut. Her words of love caused her to sniffle, "I do too," she admitted tearfully. "I still love you too even after all this time." Finally, she slowly opened her eyes to stare into Lyra's own eyes. "Come home with me," she said eyes pleading. "Please- just come home with me so I know this is real."

[pureblooded-outcast]

 “I can’t stand how they’re looking at you.”

@lyraxlestrange ||  Possessive Starters!

Gladion sighs softly, not catching the undertone of possessiveness in her words. He glances over his shoulder slyly at the group of young adults, they appeared to be of a similar age as he, most likely they too fought in the war. 

Whatever conclusion he comes too appears to be the wrong one as he says, “Ignore them Lyra, they’re most likely staring in hopes to get a rise out of us and have a reason to hex us.”  

[heroicintention]

“Jingle Bells” (to Barty)

Send me “Jingle Bells” if you wouldn’t mind kissing me under the mistletoe

Barty smirks, hands folded behind his back. “Well I’m not kissing you, but if you want to kiss me, you can go right ahead,” he says, voice teasing with his chin tipped so if she likes she can get to his lips. Barty is never opposed to the idea of extra attention.