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#(no but seriously headcanon questions #or drabble prompts or whatever you'd like #send em send em #also plot ideas yeeess?

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toujourspunk:

My Darling Tink, Of course it’s intolerable. I’m me. And I’m awesome. How could it not be? I will only accept said tea if there are biscuits to go along with it. And before you get smart, the human kind (although I will take some doggy biscuits for the ride if you please). Rest assured my butt (as it were) will be there. With bells on. Alright, maybe not with bells on but you get the picture. Will Ted be there? Hoping for maybe some family alone time. And yes, I know he’s technically family but it’s just…complicated, is all. Besides I have a gift for little Nibs he might not approve of. Love from your favorite person, Pan

My most esteemed Pan,

Awesome is a very large word, be careful how you use it. Don’t do yourself an injury. (But you are quite remarkable, I’ll gladly give you that.)

Biscuits of both the human and canine variety are ready to be served. I promise to refrain from serving the doggy version with your tea and human-biscuits, if you promise not to teach my baby any more words her father might disapprove of.

And all the rest of you, I hope. Do try not to splinch yourself, at least. That’s one mess I’d really rather avoid.

Teddy shall not be in attendance this time, I’m afraid. Duty (in the form of work) calls. Though I would like to remind you that he is more than “technically” family by now, all things considered. I’m not entirely sure what complicates the situation, but I do hope it isn’t anything serious (and if it is, please tell me now before it’s too late to fix anything?)

Your little sidekick anxiously awaits your arrival, and will surely love your gift. Though I am reluctant to give it my blessing if her father may well disapprove of.

Please at least warn me if the gift is living or potentially dangerous. Or both.

Love forever and always,

Tink

Letters to Pan // August 20th 1977

#toujourspunk #l:sb

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modern au marauders era: the black sisters (pre-war)

“In the end, the tortures tearing the … girls pointed to a simple reasoned refusal to accept the world as it was handed down to them, so full of flaws.” The Virgin Suicides, Jeffrey Euginedes

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hp aesthetics: the black sisters

#; noble and most ancient house of black #; oh sister please lend me your hand #; sister don't let go of us

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fortemvirum:

There was something soothing about the delicate silence befalling the small shop, something that allowed him to revel in his ailment rather than worry over it… if only for a moment. Agile fingers glided along slender necks of familiar bottles, his search unnecessary at this stage. He knew where most things were, and if he didn’t, he could find them rather quickly. However, biding his time inside allowed him to pretend this wasn’t such a scandalous endeavor.

Potions were a nasty conquest, and Frank had known that the moment he had ventured into concocting his own brand of sandman’s powder. In the dead of night when gentle breaths and mellow huffs were the only sounds in the Longbottom house, he found himself behind a curtain of smoke, stirring brilliant scarlet over a low flame. Keeping secrets within your own home warranted woe, but he only reminded himself that it was for the sake of HER woe that he did so. That was good enough for him…for now.

Digits enclose around a random vial now, the neon blue casting a gleam along his palm as he holds it up to the light. He wondered how many various creations it held a hand in, but his thoughts were severed by the voice that wafted across the aisle. Emerald moved from the vial to the woman opposite him, lips twitching skyward. “I suppose looks can be deceiving then, can’t they? Then again, isn’t that the goal. Reckoned this was something fruity and - ‘peppy’.”

It wasn’t truly poison, at least not the kind that would kill you in a moment. Stomach cramps, perhaps, a bad aftertaste most certainly. But you were more likely to die from eating a mushroom plucked from your own garden as you were to die from downing that vial. Still, Andromeda hadn’t quite been able to help it.

Her cousin was proof enough that a predilection for mischief ran in the Black blood just as certainly as did pride.

“It isn’t poison, not truly. But it’s not peppy either. But I would still suggest caution - it’s easy to hide things in potions,and as you said - looks are deceiving. That one would cause you pain, if you drank it undiluted, but you wouldn’t die.”

She moved across the aisle, offering a small smile and a friendly tilt of her head.

“May I ask what it is you’re trying to make? Perhaps I can be of some assistance.”

Of Herbs and Poisons || Andromeda+Open

#fortemvirum #c::fl

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Of Herbs and Poisons || Andromeda+Open

There are some plants you simply cannot grow in a postage-stamp of a garden, nor cultivate without several Galleons more than Andromeda Tonks had to spare. But their dried components were prepared and sold rather affordably for their properties, And of course, their properties were needed in a number of strong healing potions. Potions to chase away sickness, to stop infection, to bring deep sleep without side-effect, to erase pain for the duration of a particularly painful spell.

And, well-...since she couldn’t grow them in her garden, she’d have to buy them somewhere, much as she hated leaving Dora in someone else’s care (children like Dora didn’t do well in stores like this, where a plant could - and likely would - bite or explode or burn or poison at the slightest provocation).

Her purchases always take time, the prices are always too high. She has to find the best-quality for the lowest price, and then haggle it down still further. A still-strange leap from the days of old when gold and silver were deposited from velvet purses with easy smiles.

(She has made a good trade there though, she thinks. Money for love - in the end, how could she have made the wrong choice?)

So caught up is she in her own quest for quality and bargain that she hardly sees the other until she looks up for the first time, straight across the aisle.

“That’s poison, you know. I wouldn’t hold it so close to your face. You may breathe it in accidentally, and I doubt it would be pleasant.”