Damn, I can’t wait until Filibuster makes no-burn fireworks…

fabianthefabulous:

Yeah, well, I think everyone likes to smile sometime. -wiggles eyebrows-It’s a spark! Go ahead, you can hold it. It won’t hurt you. It can roll up your arms, too.

-eyes the bright and sparkling bulb in her hand- What does it do exactly?  -she moved her head back slightly in case it were to jump up from her hand and attack-

Damn, I can’t wait until Filibuster makes no-burn fireworks…

fabianthefabulous:

I’ve got no reason to be anything but. Do you?

Besides, a smile is always better than a frown, but laughter is ten times better than a smile. -snaps my thumb and middle finger and lets loose a small, bubbling spark, holds it out-

Different lifestyles. -widens her eyes and steps back slightly- W-what’s that?

Damn, I can’t wait until Filibuster makes no-burn fireworks…

fabianthefabulous:

Heeeeey. -waves my fingers in front of you and grins widely-Smiiiile!

-the corners of her mouth hesititanly pull into a soft smile.  once again, he eyes averted to the floor- Why is that you’re so chipper, always?

Damn, I can’t wait until Filibuster makes no-burn fireworks…

fabianthefabulous:

-snickers a bit and folds my arms, leaving my hands untouched- You’re shy, aren’t you?

-her attention danced around his feet and the stone floor beneath them.  biting onto the corner of her lip she looked back up to him in silence and shrugged her shoulders-

Damn, I can’t wait until Filibuster makes no-burn fireworks…

fabianthefabulous:

-lifts an eyebrow- What? -shows my hands- It exploded on me!

-frowns slightly at the wounds covering his hands.  with a dry throat, her mouth tilted open to respond.  she looked down first and cleared her throat with as much subtlety as possible- You alright?

Damn, I can’t wait until Filibuster makes no-burn fireworks…

fabianthefabulous:

Ow. -huffs at my hands-

-she eyes him curiously-

mischiefmakersera:

Dolohov, Antonin → Open | Pureblood 6th Year | FC: Joe Cole

Antonin Dolohov is just another piece to the sadistic Slytherin puzzle.  He’s a mastermind of causing pain and all things that involves torture. While that may be the case, there is nothing more thrilling for Dolohov than to torture, hurt, manipulate and scare the younger students if it involves having power. While he’s not the most sly slytherin of them all, he makes up for it with a brutal desire for being the “executioner” when the gang of Slytherins needs a man who is more than willing to cause pain. His father, Marcelo Dolohov was a man who strives to seek equality between muggles and muggleborns but was brutally killed by Fenrir Greyback. While Greyback “spared” the boy, Dolohov thought he was more of a father figure than Marcelo ever was and wants to become strong like him.

• He’s not very proficient with spells and prefers to do things by physical force.
• He’s well known for being the one who corners girls, threatens them and gets the “job” done, especially when it comes to the “mudbloods” and scum.
• His threats usually involves very gory details of how he would like to slowly kill them within. He’s not one to raise his voice but he will not hesitate to drag you to the forbidden forest and leave you as a bloody mess.

The clock chimed.  Clara listened closely, turning her ear to the massive clock.  Twelve chimes.  It was midnight.  The world around her had fallen asleep.  The sky was black for the world had closed it’s eyes.  The stars were barely visible.  Far too many clouds.  The moon practically didn’t exist.  All was so peaceful, calm, and silent.  Silence.  That’s what Clara wanted.  That’s exactly what Clara had. 

If it weren’t for the chimes Clara would have truly believed that time stopped for her.  The Astronomy Tower seemed like the place to be.  There was something about the height, something about the seclusion.  It was her sanctuary.  Away from all of the negativity that plagued the corridors.  The pressure from her peers and Professors whom she wished she’d never have to bother with. 

Closing her eyes and resting her back against the cold, stone wall, she sighed softly and let her head loll to one side.  She couldn’t think of a better place to be than beneath the darkness of twilight with a cigarette in hand.