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Work had been especially long today, beginning with a series of cancellations and reschedulings with the hit wizards she had been scheduled to interview in the morning, and ending with the discovery that Loxias Dewey was the source of the leak in the Auror Office last week…

The rather violent discovery that poor Loxias Dewey had been caught and tortured and, under the effects of an Imperius spell, was ready to attack with a broken glass and a weight advantage if his wand was unavailable for casting.

Marlene shook her head. Best not to dwell on that. She’d been sent home for the day early after the healers finished with her, and she ought to spend the extra free time relaxing. That would be easier if she knew how to relax, anyway, but–

Someone stepped out of the shop in front of her and she stopped short – but not short enough. They crashed into each other and both hit the ground hard.

The tender bruises by her collarbone seared. Nice work watching where you’re going, McKinnon.

“Shit, I’m so sorry–” She grabbed for a piece of silk that had gone flying. Nice tie. When she turned to hold it out to the other person, she startled. “Camilla? Camilla Selwyn. Oh my god.” She hadn’t seen her former housemate since she’d graduated…. what, six years ago? Seven?

Camilla was about to tell off the person who so rudely ran into her when she heard it. Her old name. She’d not heard it in six or seven years, not since she graduated and had that one last summer with Dorcas. It threw her off balance even more than the fall, as she stood up, and prevented her from recognizing the person who knocked her over for a second. Oh. Marlene. Great. 

“It’s Greengrass now, or have you not heard?” Camilla’s tone was still biting. She’d been friendly with the younger girl at school, same house, and she knew that Dorcas liked Marlene. But something about her always threw Camilla off, like she knew way more than she was letting on. “I’ve been married for six years.” She took the tie that had fallen and frowned at it. Great now she would have to find him another present. 

summer chill/ open

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@adriangreengrass

Adrian smiled down at her, pleased for the surprise of Camilla joining him. He supposed he should send an owl back to the office, but he rather assumed they’d get the idea when he didn’t return from lunch. His hand remained on his wife’s lower back as she ordered. He’d have to do something about her eating at some point, he thought to himself. It wasn’t as if he had never noticed. There just had always seemed to be more important things to worry about with her. When the food was brought, Adrian pulled out a few coins and paid the cashier before picking up the bag.

At Camilla’s comment, he thought for a moment. “If that’s what my lady wishes,” he said charismatically as he gestured for her to precede him out of the shop and into the road. “What type of wine were you thinking? I was thinking a light red, but if you’d prefer white, I’m sure I can be…accommodating.” He smirked.

Camilla loved contact, especially with Adrian. It reassured her that he was real, he was here, and that he loved her. She leaned back into his hand on her back and ignored the cashier as Adrian paid. Camilla stepped out into the street and turned back to him and smiled. “It is, my dearest husband.”

She stepped back into him and tucked her hand in his arm and lead them down the street towards the little park she knew of. The wine store was just a couple of blocks away, and Camilla leaned into him as they walked. “Lets go with a rose, a perfect compromise.” She looked up at him with a smirk, but let him pick the bottle in the store. He was much better at knowing which was better, Camilla knew what she liked, but he knew years and places and blends that were better than the rest. And she trusted him. 

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Adrian was rather oblivious; he’d hardly expected his wife to be here and it wasn’t as if he made a habit of ogling other women. Instead, he continued to drum his fingers on the countertop until he turned. When he did, his smile widened at the sigh of her and he leaned down to place a possessive - and somewhat inappropriate for public - kiss to her lips, his hand dangerously close to her derriere. “What a lovely surprise,” he said softly.

If he was being honest, he supposed he didn’t need to work that afternoon. In his position, Adrian often had the benefit of picking his own hours, of working only when he truly needed to. And he couldn’t think of anything better to fill his time with than his wife. Besides, Camilla looked so excited at the thought of spending the afternoon with him that he wasn’t sure he could bear to disappoint her. When the salesperson came back, he gestured to his wife. “And whatever she’d like,” he said. Leaning down to Camilla, he whispered. “I’ll have an elf bring a bottle from the cellar.”

Camilla was so obviously pleased with herself for surprising him she almost laughed. His kiss was possessive, and his hand drifted down her back so much so that she almost forgot where they were. She broke the kiss, her eyes wide with desire and happiness. “I am the best surprise.” 

She was surprised a bit when he agreed, but then Camilla always had a way of getting exactly what she wanted with Adrian. The cashier came back and he gestured for her to get something. She wouldn’t really eat it, but appearances were important. “Just a greek salad with chicken.” Camilla responded off handedly, leaning back into her husband in a manner that certainly wasn't appropriate for public. “No need to go all the way home, my love. There’s a wonderful little wine shop near the park, its too pretty of a day to waste.” 

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Camilla had stepped into the little sandwich shop for a coffee, something to fuel yet another aimless afternoon spent wandering. Maybe she needed a hobby, or something else to fill her time. Adrian would suggest a child, and Camilla would scowl at him. Speaking of Adrian, there he was leaning against the counter in such a casual sort of manner she almost hadn’t recognized her usually refined and somewhat arrogant husband.

She was staring, just a bit. And why shouldn’t she admire him, but the lady behind her cleared her throat, implying that Camilla was holding up the line. With a smirk, she cut in front of everyone else and slide under his arms to squeeze in between him and the counter. “Well hello husband.” Camilla was beaming, so thrilled that she had something to fill her time with. “Let’s grab a bottle of Côtes du Rhône and make a picnic of it?”

Adrian drummed his fingers on the counter as he waited to be helped. The cafe was located in Diagon Alley and he had hoped to grab a sandwich - which was so plebeian, he was trying not to think about it - before going back to work for the afternoon. When the cashier finally came back, Adrian ordered his sandwich and leaned against the counter. He turned when he heard someone clearing their throat. 

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summer chill/ open

Camilla was in a mood. She couldn’t exactly describe it, somewhere between intense anxiety and irritation and fear that manifested itself by her snapping at anyone who looked the wrong way. So she spent the morning moping, and then went out and dropped a good bit of the Greengrass fortune on shoes she wouldn’t wear, a bag she’d likely never use, and some lingerie she was sure Adrian wouldn’t mind. 

Maybe it was that she’d turned 24, and thirty was creeping closer and closer. Maybe it was the pressure she knew they’d be getting soon. You’re that old with no heir? She could almost hear her fathers voice. Or it was the tension that seemed to be everywhere after the attack at the ministry and then Diagon Alley. Camilla hadn’t been warned, and likely if it were not for Cillian she would have been hurt. Once the adrenaline had worn off, it was quickly replaced with a cold fear. The kind that crept in, chilling the summer sun. When she lost sight of Adrian for a second at a party and feared she’d never see him again. When Cillian didn’t return her owls quickly enough, or was too busy with work to see her. And the evenings she spent waiting, when that black mark on his arm pulled her husband from her bed, and she sat up late, letting the fire burn low, alone with her fear. 

So it was only natural that she was a bit preoccupied walking out of the shop and clearly wasn’t expecting anyone to be walking in the opposite direction. The small brunette crashed into the other person, and fell to her hands and knees, sending the tie she’d gotten for Adrian out of its bag and into the mud.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

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@adriangreengrass

“Very well, darling,” he teased her, enjoying the way Camilla was flirting with him. Adrian ran his hand along her jawline once more before they apparated, still so surprised that she was with him. Though he supposed he had done more than enough to ensure that. At least things were better now.

He did not want to think about killing his future father-in-law before he was married, though at the moment Adrian was sorely tempted. Camilla had never given him much, but what she had given him, Adrian had interpreted and extrapolated. He hoped he was wrong – he needed to be wrong

While he could, of course, be a slave to his desires and tell Camilla he’d much rather show her the inside of the master bedroom, he also knew that he would not be so gauche. Not to Camilla. Not on her first time out of Britain – something that continued to shock him, his eyes pulling together as his brow furrowed in thought. There were several places he could take her and he wanted the first to be amazing. Adrian leaned down to press a kiss to Camilla’s forehead before pressing another to the corner of her mouth. He smirked. “I know just the place,” he told her with a wry grin. “There’s a wizarding restaurant at the top of the Tour Eiffel. I’m certain I could get us in. Would that make you happy, my darling?” he asked.

Camilla half expected him to take her to bed now, and spend the evening in just the two of them. And while she would certainly be happy with that, this was the first time she’d ever left the country and there was so much of the world to see. She smiled when he kissed her forehead, it made her feel small but safe and protected, and wanted. The smile faltered for just a second, a restaurant, Camilla would not be able to allow herself to eat much in front of him, but she did not wan him to know about that particular issue so soon. 

“Perfect.” Her smile blossomed again, wanting him to know she was happy. “Is it very far? Could we walk perhaps? I would love to see more of the city.” Camilla was talking quickly, as she was excited, and she suddenly realized she was still in her school robes. “I need to change, give me just a moment.” She pressed up on her toes and pecked his cheek, then took off up the stairs following the elf that was still struggling with their bags. 

Not knowing that she would be whisked away on a romantic weekend, Camilla had not packed as well as she would have liked. Most of what she brought was black, under the assumption that there would be a funeral. Still, it would do for this. A little black dress and heels, plus a bit of her favorite red lipstick allowed Camilla to shake off the last of the school her. She looked older than 16, and she was glad she remembered to dig her engagement ring out of her jewelry box where she hid it for most of the school year. It was an unfamiliar weight on her hand, and she had a desire to twist it around her finger, in order to make it seem real. 

Camilla skipped back down the stairs after a few moments. “Can we get champagne?” 

love on the weekend/ adrian & camilla flashback

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“I want to be the queen”

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It had been an absolutely terrible day. She did her best to be supportive, and helpful, but dealing with Narcissa’s loss and pain brought back memories of Camilla’s own. She was critical enough to know that she had a tendency to make things about her, and had been holding back all day. Narcissa was finally asleep though, and Camilla needed a bottle of wine and Adrian. Maybe they would finally talk about their own loss, mourn together, or, as was more likely, Camilla would just get drunk and he would have to deal with her. 

She crept out of the guest room and shut the door, ensuring that the charm would keep Narcissa from being disturbed by them. Camilla was a little loud sometimes. Adrian wasn’t in the hall, nor the master bedroom, and she couldn’t find him anywhere downstairs. Frowning, Camilla crossed the foyer to the front door, he better not have left her. She pushed it open and smiled and the form of her husband, but quickly scowled at his venomous words towards their very unwelcome guest. 

“There you are, my love.” Camilla almost purred, running her head down his back and leaning her head on his shoulder. “Narcissa is asleep.” Her tone turned cold as she looked at Lucius for the first time. “How could you let that happen? Just stand there while he did that?” Her voice was starting to shake from anger. This wasn’t love. Camilla may have been new to love, but she knew that she would do anything to save Adrian from pain, just as she knew he would die for her. And a baby on top of that, it was too much for her to handle. 

“You fucking coward, you probably don’t even know what its like. The feeling of helplessness, of wanting to die just to make the pain stop.” Camilla’s voice dropped, almost a  whisper but still icy, her eyes glazed over lost in a memory. She visibly shook her head, pulling herself out of the pain of her childhood. “Darling,” Camilla turned her eyes to Adrian, putting on almost a pout, “Why don’t you show our guest what he is missing out on?”

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Safe and Sound ((Lucius and the Greengrasses))

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Adrian threw her a smile, a slightly smug one at that, and tilted his head to the side. “I ask permission when it is necessary,” he ground out. Sometimes it was easier to ask forgiveness, though. He had noticed, though, how Camilla seemed to flourish more, was bolder, when her family was not around. But the moments were fleeting and this was surprising, for he had her full teasing smirk and Adrian found that he liked it – it was why he’d chosen her, of course. Perhaps he would even tell her someday. The thought made him smile.

He smirked and took another kiss from her lips before considering her words. It was something he filed away, something to ask when he wasn’t about to apparate them internationally. He had not gotten the impression that Camilla’s father was that awful, but perhaps there was something he didn’t know.

“Of course,” he said as he held up his wand and apparated them to the Paris townhouse in the Marais. Upon arrival, Adrian called for an elf to take their luggage. “Would you like to get something to eat first?” he asked. “What do you want to see?”

Camilla noticed the hint of smugness in his smile and raised an eyebrow. She supposed he could be smug, he had successfully broken her out of school and pulled off an excellent surprise. Also if they were caught, he wouldn’t have to deal with the consequences, hell her father might even make Camilla marry him earlier than planned. “I prefer to just take what I want.” She flirted back sweetly, not letting go of his arm. Camilla could be incredibly affectionate, but she was much more restrained around their families. The few intimate moments they’d had alone had been a bit rushed, and there was something enticing about an entire weekend to take their time. For Adrian to really know her, and for her to know him. Almost like playing house. 

She knew she fucked up the moment the words left her mouth, and Camilla was shocked he didn’t ask right then, instead gave her another kiss. Perhaps he wanted to wait until she had a few drinks, or felt comfortable and safe before pressing about her home life. Adrian appeared them and Camilla winced, she hated it, but knew it was necessary. 

The house was stunning, exactly the kind of old world glamor and romanticism she’d expected. Camilla let go of his arm and walked around the foyer, fingers brushing lightly over a side table as she idly dreamed of a life spent here, away from the pain and coming storm in England. She turned back to face him with a smile. “It’s perfect.” Camilla closed the distance between them, uncharacteristically shy now that they were alone. “I am not hungry but if you are I don’t mind. And I have no idea what I want to see, surprise me.” The mischievous light came back into her eyes as she demanded he take control of her entertainment. 

love on the weekend/ adrian & camilla flashback

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Camilla sat in her corner booth sipping on champagne, almost in a bubble from the rest of the increasingly louder private club. She was alone, and used the large Greengrass family diamond to keep herself that way. A bottle, and her thoughts. Birthdays were hard for her, and so every year she would stay up, alone, drunk, and count down the hours until another year passed. Only Cillian knew about this annual ritual, she told her husband that she had to spend the night before her birthday with her brother, like the did when they were younger. Summer was always her least favorite time of year, she had to be home, ignored or worse abused. And once Cillian moved out she no longer had him to protect her. This lonesome drink became a coping mechanism, a way to watch and mourn the passing of another year. She needed this night to herself, so she could be happy the next day. 

The minutes ticked by as she drained the last of her glass of champagne. The bartender came to offer a refill, but Camilla waved him away. Instead she stood up, and made her way through the door, eye following her black clad figure as she crossed the room. The door opened without her touch, and she felt the fresh night air hit her face, and the intimidating figure of Rabastan Lestrange extorting another guest. 

“Yeah, you heard him.” Camilla stepped to stand beside her friend, leaning her head on his shoulder. “Pay up or get lost.” She smirked as the person retreated into the street. From seemingly nowhere Camilla produced a joint and offered it to the man. “Light please?” She caught a glance of the time on his watch and sighed, “Adrian hates when I smoke, but its my birthday so I’ll do what I want.”

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This late at night, the streetlamps guttered, hollow orange and yellow sputtering haphazard luminescence throughout a cold, tight side alley of magical London. Rabastan’s back pressed against the hard brick wall of an assuming building. He exhaled, long, powerful, and the flames of the lamps danced in loyal worship. Beside him, a windowless and locked door waited to be opened, but strangely, no door knob was there to open it. If one pressed their ear against the surface, they’d hear the faintest thump of a rhythmic bass or the muffled howls of licentious activity occurring beyond the door. He was playing bouncer for some shady, member’s only club for the night – seventy-five galleons for a few hours of his time, letting those who knew the password inside the door (and collecting a bit of a profit of his own by making those who didn’t and whose curiosity burdened enough to pay a price for him to sneak them in.) Rabastan lazily grinned to himself as he played with a galleon between his fingers, his head tilted back on his spine, the line of his throat stretched and exposed like the scrag of a snake perched in wait.

Foot steps snapped his head forward. An eyebrow raised, the coin gamboling over his knuckles, glistening caught gold in the moonlight as his chin tipped up in warning at the approaching person, languid hyena grin still stretched across his face. He tossed the coin in the air and quickly snatched it back into his palm. “Pay up if you want in.” 

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Phobia Drabble Prompts

Agateophobia: Your muse thinks they're going crazy, and mine is trying to talk them down.

Agliophobia: My muse nurses yours after an injury.

Agrizoophobia: Our muses encounter a wild animal.

Amnesiphobia: Your muse has forgotten mine, and mine is trying to make yours remember.

Angrophobia: My muse is furious at your muse.

Anthrophobia: My muse brings yours flowers.

Arsonphobia: Our muses are trapped in a burning building.

Asthenophobia: Your muse passes out in my muse's arms.

Atychiphobia: My muse comforts yours after a (real or perceived) failure.

Brontophobia: Our muses are caught in a storm together.

Catagelophobia: Your muse catches mine doing something embarrassing.

Chionophobia: Fluffy drabble about our muses playing in the snow.

Chorophobia: Our muses dance together.

Chrometophobia: My muse helps yours out of a financial crisis, or vice-versa.

Chronophobia: AU drabble about our muses in a different time era.

Cibophobia: My muse cooks a meal for yours.

Cleptophobia: Your muse steals something from mine.

Coimetrophobia: My muse visits your muse's grave.

Coitophobia: A smutty drabble about our muses.

Cyberphobia: Our muses talk in a chat room, but don't realize their chat partners are each other.

Dikephobia: My muse is pressing criminal charges against yours.

Dipsophobia: Our muses drinking together.

Ergophobia: My muse hires yours to work for them.

Gamophobia: Our muses get married.

Gerascophobia: Our muses meet each other forty years from now.

Gymnophobia: My muses accidentally sees yours naked.

Iatrophobia: My muse accompanies yours to a doctor's appointment.

Limnophobia: Your muse saves mine from drowning.

Lockiophobia: Our muses have a baby together.

Macrophobia: Our muses are waiting for something bad, and trying to distract each other from the thought.

Mastigophoiba: My muse punishes yours for something (either smutty or angsty, specify).

Melophobia: My muse performs a song for yours.

Merinthophobia: My muse finds yours tied or chained up.

Metrophobia: My muse writes a poem for yours.

Necrophobia: My muse just found out that yours has died.

Nosemaphobia: Your muse is ill, and mine is taking care of them.

Oneirophobia: My muse has a dream about yours.

Phasmophobia: Your muse is visited by my muse's ghost.

Soceraphobia: Your muse meets my muse's parents.

Zelophobia: My muse is feeling jealous of yours.

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Camilla’s wide eyes surprised him and as she kissed him back, he felt the warmth of her passion. He hoped that this weekend away would be what she needed, hoped that maybe it would make her realized that no matter what happened, Adrian Greengrass kept his promises. He’d never wanted Camilla to think him a liar and if taking her to Paris would prove otherwise, well, he’d do it.

Adrian scoffed. “Of course I didn’t tell them,” he told her as he looked down at Camilla. Did she really think him so stupid as to tell her parents exactly what he was planning? He wasn’t sure what he thought of her mother, but Adrian had been around long enough to know that he was not a fan of her father – who had seemed all too happy to sell her to the highest bidder. “Do you think I’m an absolute incompetent?” he asked, his lips curving into an amused smile as he looked over at her. As she shook her head, Adrian looked on approvingly. “Darling, I will take you everywhere once we are married.” He kissed her head. “Anywhere you want to go? We’ll go.” He smiled.

“Then to Paris we will go,” he said with a smirk as he took her hand. “Are you ready?” he asked.

Camilla raised her eyebrows at him and smirked. “I don’t know, you seem the type to ask permission before taking what you want.” Her words were quick and teasing, very different than they would have been if this interaction had taken place when she was home on a holiday. There were almost two Camilla’s. The quick-witted, bright and bold Camilla of school, with fast comebacks and teasing looks and smiles. And the Camilla of her family, much more muted but with the similar teasing glint in her eyes. He was getting the school Camilla now, and it would be unusual for him. 

“I know you aren’t,” She tossed her curls over her shoulder and leaned into him more in the chill of the autumn night. “Had you told them, he would actually have killed me rather than let me go off with you alone.” It was meant as a jest, but it came out too honest, and Camilla hoped he wouldn’t ask. 

“I am always ready.” She intertwined her fingers in his, other hand grasping his bicep, leaning close. “Show me Paris, please.” 

love on the weekend/ adrian & camilla flashback