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emma.
SHE WAS NEVER THE CONSOLING TYPE . no , mother failed to teach her such things ; and yet she understood . her own nights were plagued with tossing and turning , guilt stricken images burning behind eyelids whenever they closed . so maybe it was better not to close them at all ? but this was emma vanity & she would never admit to such sleepless nights . it simply meant her mornings consisted of extra care so that there were no questions . no blemishes . ❛ rough night ? ❜ her brow was arched , stained lips sipping the dark , caffeinated drink . ❛ the bags under your eyes says it all . ❜
bellatrix was not so careful, delicacies meant for . . . well, someone who was not a rough night personified. she would never be regal in appearance, or tact, and yet, she was frightening all the same. ❝ that bad ? ❞ the slytherin asked rhetorically, her own mug moving to mirror her friend’s movements. sharp bitterness met her tongue and it was enough to bring an amused lift to her lips. she preferred to blame the company. ❝ we could all use something a little unsightly now and again, ❞ she lowered her coffee to reveal her grin and leaned over the slytherin’s table to level the brunette with a rare look that few living had witnessed. or few cared to. a bright, trusting expression found hovering around the eyes of a black. ❝ pick me up, em. this isn’t doing the trick. ❞
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narcissa.
the similarity in tone was not noticeable to narcissa, at least not at first. after all it was her sister speaking to her wasn’t it? and her words where so often full of love ( and teasing ) that the discrepancy wasn’t a concern. it wasn’t until the tension that had crept up on her eased that she noted the similarity of the words to those their father would have chosen. attempting to push it form her mind she couldn’t help but falter in her unpacking. " course it is bella, who’d say no to the kitchens “ uncharacteristically not fighting the nickname.
bellatrix paused long enough to note the stiffness in her normally demure sister, mouth thinning but answer falling clean. ❝ perfect. i certainly wouldn’t want to go it alone. ❞ the tall slyhterin turned away to pull a long green scarf around her shoulders. her lithe fingers dusted the silk against a chilly cheek, with her expression far away, appearing as imposing and unreadable as ever. of course, the trouble with this ‘unreadable’ business, were all the conclusions people drew up to fill in the gaps. and somehow, they were almost always wrong. ❝ how very lucky i am, to not have an idiot for a sister. someone who goes around trying to do things on their own, when they needn’t. ❞ her eyebrows rose significantly as she met the blonde’s eye, only to abandon subtlety at the last moment. bellatrix’s arms corssed over her chest, furious foot tapping against the stone floor. ❝ right ? ❞
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turing-tested:
if you dissociate hard enough you can eavesdrop on conversations you’re a part of
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THE TWO SIDES
every coin has them and so do most families
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The Spy Who Dumped Me (2018)
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She’s something odd and uncertain, half of her was made of stars, full of death and filled with light; her other half was made of scars, full of life and filled with darkness.
VàZaki Nada (via wnq-writers)
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She never forgets a slight, real or imagined. She takes caution for cowardice and dissent for defiance. And she is greedy. Greedy for power, for honour, for love.
― George R.R. Martin, A Dance With Dragons (via soif-de-sang)
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❝ i don’t have time at the moment, fortescue. ❞ or any moments, she added in her head. the words were particularly cold, even for her. alice had barely appeared without even a chance of opening her mouth before bellatrix was dismissing her. the slytherin made it look easy, with her ability to cut a relationship off at the knees. going from one day seeing someone as the sun to suddenly acting like they’d left a knife in her side. she was so focused on ignoring the other girl that her vision began to glaze over. ❝ . . . what ? ❞ // @fortehscute
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----- ❝ i’m calling bullshit. ❞ bellatrix sighed, collapsing over the duvet of her sister’s bed in a rare show of release. strength had left her guarded, but not for everyone. it was a few moments before she rolled onto her stomach, eyes fluttering open and ending the ease of tension. she raised a thin eyebrow and knocked her chin against the flesh of her palm. a teasing note lifting the tone of her words. ❝ you listening, dro ? i can always whinge louder, if need be. anything for you. ❞ // @andrmeduh
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❝ cis-- ? if you have a moment, we should take a trip down to the kitchens. ❞ it wasn’t so much an invitation as a request, a move pulled straight from the book of cygnus. although bellatrix was too busy unpacking her things from her trunk to notice the parallel or tone of her own voice. the moment was thankfully salvaged by the delayed raising of bella’s head as she sought to meet her sister’s eye. ❝ . . . is that alright, cissy ? ❞ // @nvrcissxs
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If you want to achieve greatness,
Stop asking for permission.
Banksy (via things-that-make-me-slytherin)
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severus.
“I have top marks in this class. One mistake wouldn’t be my downfall.” His eyes slowly wandered to her hand reaching down for his empty flash. Brows furrowed together before he snatched his flask away and placed it into his robes. A huff and pulling down his sleeves, he grabbed his wand and placed the Mending spell on his cauldron. It would work for now but in time, he’d have to get a new one. “At least you can add a good mark on this class. Perhaps you’ll pass after all. I’m so proud.”
❝ wouldn’t it ? ❞ her features impassive as she watched him snatch away his flask, despite feeling mildly disgusted at his willingness to let go of his stranglehold of the top spot. perhaps the offer of a free pass had gone over his head, or his bleeding heart had stepped in. either way the look she passed over him was disapproving. just as she'd guessed, he was all lip with only one leg to stand on. ❝ you should probably worry about yourself. ❞ she gave him a bored sort of nod, waving her assignment in a tempting sort of gesture as she left him to make her way to slughorn’s desk. her potion left uncleared in case he changed his mind, or caught on.
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severus.
“well; I may appear foolish but I have to credit you, Black. You actually managed to create a proper potion.” A slow; rather condescending clap was given. “Bravo.”
bellatrix ignored him, guilt-free in the knowledge that were the roles reversed he would be just as happy to tear her down in turn. rita’s attempts to humiliate her sister was proof enough of that. there were few friends at the top. ladling the potion into her flask, the witch sealed the cork before finally turning to him with a raise of her eyebrow and an icy smile. ❝ if that’s what you have for me, i’d love to hear what you have to say about your own performance, snape. it must be positively scathing. ❞ she eyed the state of his robes and smoldering ashes of his ruined cauldron before reaching for his empty flask. ❝ what are you going to do ? ❞ she asked again, her gaze expectant, she tapped the glass against the rim of her cauldron.
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severus.
“You must find it hilarious.” Voice cold as ice passed his lips. He dusted off the school robes; soot falling to the ground. Severus Snape had managed to mess up ingredients in a potion; causing an explosion that broke his cauldron in half. Looks like he will have to beg his mother for a new one; he doubted he’ll get one. He’d have to borrow one of Slughorn’s; a thought that made him groan.
severus had never been someone bellatrix believed to be a true credit to their house. considering his poor taste in most everything, she could find no substance to back his haughtiness. like a dog that was all bark, it instilled no respect in her critical gaze. ❝ positively delightful. ❞ she promised, and she met his eye as she dropped the last of her ingredients into her own pristine potion. lips tightening with an air of satisfaction, bellatrix looked to her own station, already reaching for the flask to scoop her finished potion into. but he was, to her great annoyance, still a slytherin. she expected, demanded really, that he do better. ❝ whatever will you do now ? besides look foolish ❞
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leaning against the long ravenclaw table, bellatrix lifted her goblet in a half-hearted salute to the girl across the aisle. ❝ you’d think the stockholm syndrome would kick in by now. ❞ bellatrix intoned dryly, sounding classically herself. she hadn’t truly come over to complain, but to confide. long legs crossing as she took her seat. it was always as if whatever space she occupied was suddenly her’s. and perhaps, it was. her smile lifted as she took a sip of her pumpkin juice, although it might be wine. her confident air made it hard to tell. ❝ i have a theory. ❞ //@ahlectos
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biggest turn on?
❝ if only it were so simple. . . . but there is this look people get sometimes, when they look at me.
-----and trust me, it’s not ‘admiration’. ❞
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