😛 Stick their tongue out at my muse | draco don’t be a child in harry’s general direction

Harry could not have been less interested in this lecture if it had been offered by Professor Binns. He had just glanced off toward the Slytherins by chance – less because he was interested in them in particular, and more because they just happened to be what was within the easy line of sight for distraction amid this mind-numbing experience.

What he did not anticipate was catching Malfoy’s eye. Some old habit kept him from being the first to look away – which proved worthwhile considering the other saw fit to stick out his tongue. It completely jarred Harry – thrusting him back in time to before the war. To when walking the halls of Hogwarts had filled him with a sense of wonder, rather than the tomb it felt like now. So many had died here, it was impossible to just forget – and yet, for one brief moment, Malfoy’s unexpected act of immaturity managed to remind him that once upon a time, just two or three years ago, they’d been nothing more than kids.

Maybe it was a strange reaction, but rather than glower at Malfoy, Harry offered a smile that was almost thankful.

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🔪 Point a weapon at my muse | ferret boi is scared of harry ofc he’s got his wand out

{ Nonverbal Starters }

“Don’t.” Harry didn’t go for his own want, though his wrist turned slightly so that he would be able to drop it into hand at a moments notice if he had to. “I’m not here to cause any trouble, alright?” His tone held no condescension or anger – if anything, he sounded apologetic for the fact that Draco was so on edge in general.

Stepping back, Harry put himself on the defensive even as he held up his hands to show he was not here to start a fight. “I’ve got a letter in my coat pocket,” He explained simply, “Inviting me here to take a look at a rare plant your mother has been cultivating. I can show it to you, or you can grab it yourself if you don’t trust me. Left side. I imagine an accio will do the trick.”

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😈 Jump out of the shadows to scare/startle my muse | A BABY FERRET HAS NO HOPE OF STARTLING THE SNEEP BUT HIM THINK HE CAN

{ Nonverbal Starters }

Severus had been vaguely aware of the little dragon’s shenanigans for some time, and had been opting to ignore them for the most part. He imagined once the boy was older he would learn not to snigger whilst hiding behind the drapes – and while he knew Narcissa would prefer he indulge Draco in his play, Severus refused to make it quite so simple.

Rather than jump dramatically and pretend to be frightened like one particularly over indulgent parent might, Severus responded by stepping quickly out of the way and allowing Draco’s natural momentum to keep him careening forward, rather than serving as a natural stop-and-hug or sit-and-giggle. Just as the boy ended up dashing past, he swooped down and snagged him, nimble fingers making quick work of any resistance by dancing over the small ribcage in an all-too-familiar tickling motion.

“Ah ha,” The droning intonation could have perhaps afforded a tad more drama for the child’s entertainment, but Severus was also well aware Draco would be too preoccupied with trying to squirm away to notice the play was rather dry, “I thought there was a goblin on the loose.”

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plonks the literal ferret on Harry. Someone MIGHT have sent him flying out a window thinking he was a rat.

Harry almost didn’t see the small flying critter in time, though the moment he realized it was a falling animal he reacted on sheer instinct, shooting up and reaching out his hands to soften the fall – though it was hard to fight down the reflex to snatch it like he would a snitch from midair, and instead make a sort of scooping motion and pray he wouldn’t get scratched up for his troubles.

Once he had the creature tucked up against his chest, he was able to register more about what he’d just caught. For a split second he thought it might have been a cat stretching itself out, but as far as he knew they only tended to make themselves long and floppy like that when they were relaxed – and considering this little guy just came flying out of nowhere, and he was most certainly not for flying Harry deduced pretty quickly whatever he’d caught was at the very least, not cat.

Shifting, he looked down at it – and stared in astonishment. Long, white – ferret?! Harry glanced back up toward the general direction the animal had fallen from. There was an open window a fair ways up – that seemed the likely spot, considering the trajectory. Glancing around a moment, Harry made certain nobody was looking before cupping his hands under the stubby forelegs of the fat sausage of an animal and holding it out at arms length as he hissed, “Malfoy?!”

If this was Malfoy, he really did have arguably the worst luck at Hogwarts outside of Harry himself. “I’m taking you to McGonagall, and if you bite me I swear I’ll stuff you in Hermione’s bag, and you’ll be lost in there for the next six years or something.”

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😊 Sit down next to my muse | whatever the most awkward situation possible between harry & draco is, that’s what I’m picturing

{ Nonverbal Starters }

The minute Harry had heard that the Daily Prophet would be running a piece on Hogwarts’ reparation process, he had made himself scarce. He knew full well that it would just turn into a disgusting tabloid drama if one of the reporters or photographers managed to catch him – though he’d been kind enough to forewarn Hermione before slipping out of the castle, if only so she could hide the remaining members of the DA as well.

Nobody wanted to be famous when it came at so steep a cost as the echoes of people who weren’t there anymore. Harry had grown accustomed to that bitter truth over the course of his magical career, but for all of his friends it was an honesty that was virulent and raw, scraping at their insides in ways that seemed hauntingly familiar. If he could spare them the cameras and the questions, he would – but not if it meant lingering long enough to get caught himself.

He’d been so quick though, he’d failed to bring much by way of distraction. His mind was mulling hazily over his coming exams and present homework, but no major epiphanies rolled in without the texts in front of him. His mind was shifting toward that strange numb place it had been floating through much of the year when he heard the crunch of footsteps and found his hand falling to his wand even before he glanced over.

What he witnessed was – not unusual, actually. Draco had been withdrawn this year, so the fact his head was down and he didn’t seem combative wasn’t as strange as it might have been once. They were both quiet, even when the other ultimately opted to hunker down beside Harry – striking and strange on the ground, and looking just as miserable and disgusted as Harry felt.

He looked away. The animosity of before was – so small now, he couldn’t even muster up the energy to be annoyed by the other’s presence. With all that had happened, it just seemed so – pathetically pointless.

“I take it the vultures have arrived, then.” It was a strange olive branch, the idea that he could share in contempt with Draco Malfoy, and feel both justified and at ease with it. But it felt better, overall, than sitting in awkward and unhappy silence while they waited for the passing of fools and war profiteers.

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❛❛ I just want to be alive. ❜❜ ( indiscretus | remus )

{ Buffy Musical Starters }

“And my reason for caring is – what? How compassionate your Gryffindor heart is?” Severus inquired, his tone soft despite the biting nature of his words. “Isn’t this something you should be discussing with your friends? I fail to see what you expect to gain in telling me this. Typically speaking those we treat like garbage for years tend to not be particularly interested in offering us reasons to live.”

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“I’ll handle this, you leave.” ( indiscretus | harry )

{ Protective Starters }

“I do not need you to protect me,” Severus hissed, grabbing Potter by the back of his shirt and hauling him back before he did anything singularly foolish. “And you will not be handling anything Potter!”

Keeping his voice pitched low so as not to draw the attention of the eight robed figures ahead of them, Severus kept a firm grasp on Potter’s shirt as he all but dragged the boy out of sight. They were within the anti-apparition lines, which left them with few choices. If they fought, Severus could not afford to let a single one of those masked figures leave alive. What precious little information he managed to glean from meetings could not be compromised, for any reason.

However – there were several problems with this, not the least of which being the fact he was outnumbered. He was more than familiar with disgusting odds such as this after all. No – the major issue was Harry, himself. He could not take on these odds with the boy at his side, and he absolutely refused to commit murder in front of a teenager. Which left but one recourse.

“Keep quiet,” He hissed softly, “And follow me.”

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‘ people have told me I don’t look the same. ’ ( indiscretus | harry )

{ Death Of A Bachelor Starters }

Severus remained stiff, the bright and cheery atmosphere of the cafe Potter had chosen for this meeting more grating than it was comforting. He felt exposed, despite the young man’s efforts to find them a neutral ground to discuss matters. He understood well enough the debt he owed – were it not for Potter, his name would never have been cleared. He was a free man after his release from St. Mungo’s and that was due in greatest part to the exhausted looking man before him right now.

It had been nearly two years since the Battle of Hogwarts, and Potter wore them each like decades. There was something dull in his eyes that made Severus distinctly uncomfortable, but unwilling to address. It seemed there had been no preplanned speeches – that, or his unwelcoming silence had made Potter so uneasy he had blurted the first thing to come to mind.

Or perhaps, Severus reasoned almost charitably, He has noticed the way you’re staring as if you don’t recognize him.

“If I were to ever have bothered to imagine you as an inferi,” The remark came with a marked lack of vitriol, “I imagine this would be quite close.” Slowly, he reached up and drew his tea closer, glaring at it as he accepted the fact he had relented to this meeting in the first place, and it did neither of them any favors for him to be cruel. “It will fade.” He offered grimly, if quietly, “In time, you’ll learn to sleep again. If it bothers you, you can always use a glamor. Otherwise, it doesn’t really matter what people have to say. You’ve more than earned the right to look as put together or as different as you please, after all.”

@indiscretus

‘ I was too young to know. ’ ( indiscretus | James – the question is does he know that’s not a valid excuse? I’m not sure )

{ Death Of A Bachelor Starters }

“You do realize that’s a piss poor excuse, right?” Severus had long since ceased to question James’ random sproutings of conscience, but that didn’t stop him from calling them out when they were rooted in foolishness. “Your ignorance was willful and we both know it.” He handed the man the map Dumbledore had given him, “In any case, I suggest focusing on something else. I doubt we’ll get along otherwise.”

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