𝓓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎 .ᐟ

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ he has an 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂, and he can certainly sense that he's being observed. idly, he spreads out the plethora of coloured petals, searching for a clue. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ his patience resides in a minimal amount, but even that seems to dwindle when faced with scarhead. "so was that," he responds blithely. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ slamming his elbow into ribs in retaliation. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ he makes a small sound, grey flicking down to her, "hello, daphne." ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ he holds out a hand in offering, he'll keep her back from the murky depths of coffee if she does the same for him. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⟶ flicks over to vivid green, "unlike some i could mention," almost a joke . . . almost. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ lately his tolerance for public spaces dwindled within 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝘀, the tension that layered the undercurrent of the school locking in beside his nerves, pulling them taut. "well, we 𝙖𝙧𝙚 the more intelligent of houses . . . and cool grey ⟶ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ it is puzzling, 𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 laughable the heights the mystery flower placer will go in order to place a splash of colour. he is not annoyed, merely . . . entertained. ⠀ ⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ it seems unlikely to him, but he still draws it closer to take a sip, “thanks,” he mumbles against the china.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ will she keep him from trying to drown himself in it?

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ depends if he’s required to speak at all.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ he’s never been so thankful to see another person ever.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ he needs fucking caffeine.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ his head turns at the slow approach, of course 𝗽𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 is the one to find him. "if i have to hear one more 𝙛𝙤𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙝 speech of house unity, i might," and his tone is filled with disdain.

cerritus.⠀ he’d get a return letter of ‘i never found myself to begin with, there’s days were i think this is all i was made for, i wish you were here.’

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ✧ ೃ༄ 𝓭ear uncle regulus, ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ i don’t know what to do. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ @heirofstardust. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ✧ ೃ༄ @probsajock. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ his fingers turn 𝗻𝘂𝗺𝗯, curled around the railings of the clocktower, and his gaze is 𝙗𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙠 as he looks down to the stones far below.

⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ✧ ೃ༄ you don’t know 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ about my 𝑭𝑨𝑴𝑰𝑳𝒀. ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀

⟶ collar. violins swell to a crescendo, the notes 𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 loud enough to swallow her screams whole.

⟶ to her. she gasps, 𝗴𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱 furling in vapid blues as she reaches for the 𝙤𝙥𝙖𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙘𝙠𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚. "twenty," he murmurs numbly, and she looks up quizzically, he brushes aside the silent question, gesturing for her to turn so he can drape the jewellery across her ⟶

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ a blush settles high on her cheekbones, and he pulls a smile of charm from the 𝗱𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗵𝘀 of his chest, holding out a gloved hand to help her down the remaining steps. "your family is so 𝙛𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙮," she giggles, and he bites back his impatience, settles for a ⟶