— or, how molly prewett became molly weasley.

— perhaps it is only the heroes that reach the lowest point, absolute zero. perhaps draco is lucky, then, because he is not a hero.

— they think she is glass: fragile, weak. they do not realize that broken glass cuts deep. / for shay

— padma sees the headlines and tries to feel something other than relief. she cannot. she supposes it makes her a bad person. she does not care.

— ginny will settle for blood any way she can get it.

— they stay that way for a while.

— draco is a merman. there's a pretty boy who washes up on the beach with a very pretty set of legs, and then he's not anymore.

— it doesn't really matter, anyway. they consume each other.

— (v.) italian; sing. "what d'you mean, a school choir?"

— aren't pretenses just so lucius?

— isn't this that kind of thing, a heavenly sin?

— (n.) french; stars / that night, the stars in the sky seem to shine a little bit brighter.

— and maybe those holes in their hearts close up, just the tiniest fraction.

— "he will be our greatness, our little king." / regulus {you are a black} (for tgs '12 days of christmas' and ilvermorny 'hogwarts at my fingertips')

— (n.) spanish; bitter. so, they're waiting and they're bitter and crying and maybe she's gone, but they're here, and maybe they wouldn't have it any other way. / ron, arthur & hermione {long time} (for tgs '12 days of christmas,' ilvermorny 'beaded bag: alphabet soup,' and qlfc 'daily prophet' challenge)

— she is a shadow, and she is peter pan, ripping her away from what she is attached to.

— tell me, honey, what's going on in that head of yours? / draco x harry {blank space} (for the golden snitch '12 days of christmas')

— "you're getting sicker —" / "and that's why i have to fight. i want myself to mean something." / for dee

— and he can feel her, a ghost of a person next to him: hands on his hips and breaths on his lips / ron x hermione {thought you could forget?} au (written for the hogwarts forum challenge #9)

— there is something about deluding yourself that makes things charming, isn't it?