PAPER GANGSTA ,

[SCORPIUS MALFOY]

I SEE YOU WATCHING ME

W A T C H I N G M E A N D I K N O W Y O U W A N T I T

the winter holidays had ended far too soon, in mr. malfoy's esteemed opinion. the past two weeks had been spent in leisurely pursuit, though he had admittedly kept to his family's ancestral manor for the majority of break. the only times he had really left the place were when alexander montague had shown up in the antechamber of his bedroom and demanded that the sole blonde heir of draco and astoria malfoy accompany him to this bar, or that muggle pub. lately, scorpius malfoy's closest confidant had thrown himself into drinking as though alcoholism was a competition. scor was not averse to a night or two of binge drinking and whoring, but alexander had far more pressing problems to drink out of mind than mr. malfoy the younger did.

this particular morning was not one in which scor nursed a hangover, thankfully. however, he had not slept a great deal the night before, as he was determined to stretch the break out as long as possible. he knew that when he woke up, it would be over, and he would be required wash his somewhat neglected blonde locks and slick them back into perfect array, like the world had grown used to seeing them. he would have to replace his pretentious smoking robe with a casual suit, and his kneazle fur slippers for a pair of shoes made of welsh green dragon hide. though he did not look forward to the change of pace, he knew it was well past the time he should have come out of isolation and graced the wizarding world with his presence.

mr. malfoy's pale eyelids beat the sun to rising, and it was at the window with a cup of coffee mixed with a drop of scotch to lift his spirits that he watched it ascend over the wiltshire hills in the distance. his dear mother had packed his effects herself the afternoon prior, and laid out a navy suit for him to wear in muggle london at king's cross station. it took him perhaps fifteen minutes to dress, shave, and magically arrange his blonde shag into what astoria would consider presentable, but he did not hurry down the stairs to kiss his mother goodbye before he apparated to the train station to catch the hogwarts express. though there were a mere ten minutes left until eleven o'clock when the train was due to leave, he levitated his trunk slowly and carefully down the stairs, following behind it at a decidedly unhurried saunter.

"scorpius hyperion," his mother's sweet voice rang through the parlor of malfoy manor. scor could not remember a time she had scolded him, or even gave the slightest admonishment. he could do no wrong, in her eyes. even when she saw that her son was in real danger of missing the train to school, she could not speak his name with anything but unconditional adoration - the same tone she had cooed at him with through the bars of his crib. scor took the last step at a hop, and astoria malfoy met him there to place a motherly hand on his cheek. scor did not flinch away, but smiled down at the one woman he had never been able to deny the most frivolous indulgence. "you're going to be terribly late, darling, what are you thinking?" she murmured as her cold hand stroked his warm cheek.

"i think i'm going to take the knight bus to hogsmeade," he decided as he spoke. "maybe have dinner with alexander instead of sitting through the sorting."

mrs. malfoy nodded and let her lips form a smile that gave his plan her blessing. as any mother, she would have much rather known her boy was safe and with his peers on a train with sufficient supervision. however she knew that her son was now an adult and would do as he pleased. he always had done, as she had never had the heart to order him otherwise. "you'll send word that you arrived safely?" was her only request.

"i will," he promised, wishing his mother wouldn't worry over him, though he understood her position. he was her only son, her only child. "and i'll be back for easter, as always."

at this, astoria gave a breathy little dry sob, but did her best to contain it. scor loved his mother, but goodbyes were not his favorite event, so he pressed a quick kiss to his mother's forehead and made for the door. once off his family's main drive, scor let his luggage drop and then stuck his wand out once more to summon the bus. it took perhaps ten seconds for the great purple triple decked bus to lurch to a shaky stop in front of him. mr. malfoy spoke his destination, and the conductor took his trunk to load into the proper compartment. scor drew a calming breath as he ascended the steps to the second level; a ride on the knight bus had the tendancy of leaving one thankful for skipping breakfast.

tagged -- annabella bletchley
words -- nine hundred and sixty nine
outfit -- navy suit
music -- monster by lady gaga
notes -- that boy is a monster

[ANNABELLA BLETCHLEY]

IT'S A FILTHY HOT MESS

THERE'S A PLACE I KNOW IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR A SHOW

"you're the one who called us, miss."

the raspy voice of the average looking driver called to the blonde as she ascended the stairs to the second level of the knight bus. he had noticed her lack of enthusiasm, obviously, as annabella bletchley boarded the great purple bus which was notorious for giving its passengers severe motion sickness and a reason to keep their wand close to their side. she turned her cheek slightly toward him until she was sure he could see the disgust in the way her rosebud pink lips twisted upside down, and narrowed her emerald eyes. "believe me when i tell you this wasn't my first choice," she answered, slowly, in a voice just barely above a whisper. he watched her tall form as she spoke, but decided against voicing the first thing that came to mind. his eyes stayed on her own, though, until annabella felt herself turning to proceed up the narrow, short metal staircase.

she had been on the knight bus only one other time in her life. with reese, unsurprisingly, when he was determined to sneak off to diagon alley while miles and fran were out toasting to their tenth year of marriage. faithful marriage, they would add if you were to bring it up, as if their fidelity made them anymore of a respectable pureblood couple. they claimed to be in love, too, but annabella was convinced that somewhere along the line, they had decided to rehearse and memorize the 'we're in love, absolute soul mates i tell you, you don't see that in many couples with blood as pure as ours these days' speech, given at any social event, to anyone that would listen. it would be cute, adorable even, if their only daughter didn't know it to be a fabricated lie.

before she could find her way to the empty seat in the back, farthest away from the couple tangled in the front, the bus lurched forward violently, and she was suddenly separated from her black luggage. if annabella didn't know the knight bus to be an unreliable form of transportation, openly not at all concerned with the comfort of its passengers, perhaps she would have been surprised. she glared, though, at the spot on the floor she knew to be right above the driver's head. a heavy sigh of unamused frustration escaped her parted lips as she allowed herself to lean against the bench seat she had been thrown into for just a moment longer. the blonde wasn't exactly in a hurry to move, not with such unpredictable lurches looming, and was finding herself becoming more content with her awkward, propped-up-against-the-old-seat-that-smelled-like-mothballs position.

it was, at least, better than the floor. she spotted her bags toward the back of the second level, near the seat she had spotted originally, but had lost her motivation to reach. they too had been thrown into an awkward position underneath the chair, but annabella found no desire to rescue them. or to move at all, really. her attention turned to the newest passenger to board the hell bus, and her eyes focused upon a blonde head that she had never found herself in a close proximity with, but yet seemed quite familiar.

he was one of her own, that much was obvious in the way he walked, styled his hair, and held himself as he paced up the stairs. she was puzzled, though, as to why the malfoy-looking guest was aboard the knight bus. annabella had been sure that she was the only one to miss the hogwarts express, which she could blame her mother for. the woman never stopped prattling on about how she wished to tie her only daughter tightly into a betrothal with a man deemed worthy by her own standards. annabella, however, would have liked to bash her over the head with a sense of reality. marriage was, truthfully, only for the dependent.

and those with overly persistent and nagging mothers.

her emerald eyes flashed with a curious invitation as she turned her gaze on the blonde male. he certainly didn't look like the type you'd see on the bus, and he didn't have any luggage with him, which led her to believe that he was... different. her elbow, pressed far into the chair she had caught herself on moments ago, buried deeper into the cushion as she turned slightly, careful to remain prepared for a sudden takeoff, to face the new addition.

"did they send you up here to check on the passengers? wonderful, tell the man in charge that as soon as it's safe to peel myself off this chair, which who knows, could be never, i'll speak to him myself."


tagged , scorpius malfoy
words , nine thirty two
music , take it off
outfit , simple black attire
notes , and it starts!

[SCORPIUS MALFOY]

WE FRENCH KISSED ON A SUBWAY TRAIN
I ATE HER HEART THEN I ATE HER BRAIN

his eyes roamed over the passengers who had chosen the second level of the knight bus in which to be thrown about, and after he turned the corners of his pale lips down at the couple closest to the front, his gaze flicked back up to rake the length of the bus for a seat to occupy before it was chosen for him by the lurch of the infernal bus. he had decided on a convenient window seat about midway down the aisle, when a feminine voice spoke out louder than one would use to speak to someone familiarly sharing a seat with them. once he located the source of the voice, he wondered at how he could have missed its owner on his first examination of the passengers.

her hair was easily as blonde as his, perhaps more so. her eyes met his with a levity he was unused to, and there was a sense of challenge from the way she let her lids hang over her deep gaze to the arch of her brow. she was dressed in black, and the color contrasted against her skin in a decidedly elegant manner. even the way her chin stubbornly maintained a sharp angle in the air screamed of impressive breeding. he could recognize it easily, as he observed it in the mirror several times a day, and often times in windows as he passed. she was clearly his kind - pure, well to do, and likely all-too-proud of it. and then there were her very words.

"did they send you up here to check on the passengers? wonderful, tell the man in charge that as soon as it's safe to peel myself off this chair, which who knows, could be never, i'll speak to him myself."

scorpius did not quite know how to respond at first, truth be told. but then, he had never experienced this sort of mistaken perception of his status. yet something told him she knew very well that he was not, indeed, employed by the knight bus. one could practically smell the cost of his suit, and judging by the way the driver and conductor were dressed, he could likely sell it and buy their homes. so why, he couldn't help but wonder, would she disrespect one of her own in such a way? the creases which formed on his brow were enough to let every passenger present know exactly how he felt about being addressed thus.

though he couldn't help but entertain a compelling interest in this bratty little girl. if she felt that she could speak in such a way to someone who was of his status, then she was likely of a prominent position herself - rather, among their like, since their names meant nothing anywhere else these days. it was irritating most of all that she would attempt to demean him like she did, when they were all currently fighting so hard for respect from those who would push them down in the world. if purebloods couldn't show each other due civility, then how could they expect anyone else to do so?

and so scorpius malfoy made directly for the girl, lips tight in thought at how exactly he'd handle this. his face was smooth as marble yet again, and when his figure reached her side to tower over her he stopped. he had meant to scorch her with words only a malfoy could speak with confidence (or should, at least), but he found himself thinking twice. if he did so, if he made a scene on the bus, if he called her out and impaled her pride with his cruel words...then he'd be no better than her. no petty little blonde was going to bring out ill manners in him, for the only thing purebloods still had to hold on to was their class. she could forsake hers, but he would not join her.

so instead, he did the malfoy thing to do. though his lips did not part in the smile he would have rather given a fellow in blood, his tone was level. "i don't envy the man who incurs your wrath, madame," he said, and took the seat behind her as the bus sped off at speeds only magic could achieve.

tagged -- annabella bletchley
words -- eight hundred and fifteen
outfit -- navy suit
music -- paper gangsta by gaga
notes -- and it's never gonna end

[ANNABELLA BLETCHLEY]

IT'S A FILTHY HOT MESS

THERE'S A PLACE I KNOW IF YOU'RE LOOKING FOR A SHOW

as the blonde male closed the distance between them, annabella raised a single, thin brow upward as if it were attached to a puppeteer's string. her focus slowly melted away from keeping herself steady and stable, and instead to her guest and his obvious ability to comprehend everything that lay between the lines. that was, essentially, what those of her class were all about. things that weren't said, couldn't be said, were better off left unsaid, and would never be said. if one had the ability to read those they were around, it was a clear advantage over those who couldn't perform such magic; magic-like abilities that, oddly enough, didn't rely on a wand.

she forced her elbow out of its deep pocket within the cushion, and once she was sure the bus had successfully set off to continue its journey, pulled her body into a straight, proper standing position. the blonde boy had seemed taller when she was slouched over like a middle class citizen, naturally, but when she stood at her full height of five foot nine, she was able to lower her transfixed gaze much closer to what would be level. he was attractive, that much was undeniable. she had first noticed as he ascended the stairs to the second level, but was able to observe as he approached. his hair was light, perhaps as light as annabella's own, and his gaze was strong, almost as if he too had stared family duty straight on his entire life.

his skin was flawless and pale, looked like it was carved of marble and buffered five times for perfection. the angles of his cheeks, chin, nose, jaw and face as a whole were sharp and defined. he wasn't scrawny like a young boy, but not exactly built like a muscular man. there was something so feminine about the newest passenger, who she knew wasn't knight bus staff, yet everything about him was masculine, powerful, and formidable.

except for when he spoke.

it was as if annabella had been holding her breath, waiting for the moment when the mythical god-like-statue would speak and rise to the occasion. she had expected the obviously pureblood wizard to respond with something that would prove to her he appreciated banter between two attractive strangers, clearly capable and superior magical beings, both late for the train to school but saved by the prospect of company that could potentially make the ride aboard the unpredictable form of transportation somewhat enjoyable.

but instead, he waited until she couldn't possibly take in more air, and popped her with a few simple words. "i don't envy the man who incurs your wrath, madame." it was disappointing, sure, but on the outside annabella appeared nothing more than amused and unsatisfied. her plump pink lips spread into a wide smirk-like-smile that matched his own, and her eyes narrowed slightly in a way that wasn't threatening, but highly... more personal. he took his seat, and deciding it was a lovely idea, annabella slipped into her own. instead of facing forward like he had done, though, she situated herself in her seat on her knees, looking over the back of her chair and directly into his pale face.

"funny." she spoke simply, tracing the tip of her tongue around the edge of her lips during the silence she had created with her pause. "you don't look french." the statement was simple enough, in all reality it was just an observation. the way her gaze fell over him said differently, though, and annabella bletchley obviously had more to say. "you certainly don't sound french either. no, the french are far more captivating. perhaps it's the way they speak, in that delicious tongue-" she paused, "and their tongues are delicious, in case you haven't had the opportunity to discover that one for yourself." it was then that she raised the other brow, only for a moment, before letting them both fall into a blank expression. anna recognized that his dismissal of her original invitation was meant to display superiority, but was sure that the way she surveyed him with her eyes, deep green like lush summer grass, from under heavy lids gave off a superior confidence of her own. similar, but her own.

"which leaves me puzzled as to why you're calling me madame." she finished before blinking at him for a moment and turning to sit in her chair like a typical passenger would. her long legs crossed at the knees, and she felt her lips twist into a smirk he could no longer see. when she spoke, it was just over her shoulder in a tone the blonde stranger was certain to hear.

"frenchmen are far less sensitive. this is hardly wrath, monsieur. the knight bus is not at all the place to unleash the wrath we've been bred with."



tagged , scorpius malfoy
words , nine sixty seven
music , silence
outfit , simple black attire
notes , oh la la.

[SCORPIUS MALFOY]

WE FRENCH KISSED ON A SUBWAY TRAIN
I ATE HER HEART THEN I ATE HER BRAIN

apparently, the blonde tart was not finished. he doubted she would be, as she quite gave off the air of a predator on the prowl for linguistic prey. perhaps she was bored, perhaps she hadn't had enough syrup on her pancakes that morning, or perhaps this was her inane idea of flirtation...in any case, she dug her knees into the seat before him and leaned on the back like a child might do, leering at him with her emerald eyes shining like malicious jewels. yet the grin of her lips didn't match her vicious stare. perhaps she really did enjoy antagonizing those around her, or perhaps she was merely entertaining herself on this uncomfortable journey. there was clearly still much to figure out in regards to this femme fatal.

"funny." she declared, in a tone that was rather mirthless and contradictory. "you don't look french."

what was she talking about? scorpius pondered this in the few moments she let pass before continuing. and then he recalled his use of the word 'madame', and supposed that she had been truly hard-pressed to find something of true substance to jab him with. he was impressed with her effort to retort, at least. and also rather with the way her tongue traced her lips, as though she were ready to sink her fangs into him. and he didn't blame her, he had inherited the malfoy looks, after all.

and of course, she went on.

"you certainly don't sound french either. no, the french are far more captivating. perhaps it's the way they speak, in that delicious tongue- and their tongues are delicious, in case you haven't had the opportunity to discover that one for yourself."

scorpius was somewhat repulsed by this comment, and though he had his fair share of "french tongue", and did quite like to boast of it among his male comrades...it sounded rather different on this pretty girl's lips. it was as if some of the pure, shining light that had lingered about her even after her uncouth outburst had diminished slightly. he wondered vaguely what her family would think if they heard her boasting of her french conquests to a malfoy, like a common whore. was she trying to lure him into making an offer, or best him in a game of wit? if it was the former, she could have just been blunt about it, for he would have paid innumerable sums to see this blonde panting beneath him...so long as she kept her mouth shut.

"which leaves me puzzled as to why you're calling me madame. frenchmen are far less sensitive. this is hardly wrath, monsieur. the knight bus is not at all the place to unleash the wrath we've been bred with."

though he decided not to refute her claim that frenchmen were not sensitive, as his personal dealings with them had assured him that they were perhaps the most touchy beings on the planet, he could simply not let the last bit go. they may both be purebloods, but this girl was certainly not of his breeding, that much was painfully clear. though malfoys were reputably cruel and calculating at times, wrath was not a sin they were guilty of. generations of keeping up appearances had taught them that loud or violent outbreaks were not by any means a reliable way of achieving their ends. underhandedness was a virtue they quite prided themselves on. quiet, lethal elegance.

"i'm sorry, but kindly refrain from drawing parallels between our breeding, won't you? i can't stand to hear the malfoy name so insulted," he retorted in an undertone, leaning forward intimately with a playful smirk. he had to admit, there was a certain pleasure in verbal duels.


tagged -- annabella bletchley
words -- seven hundred and twenty eight
outfit -- navy suit
music -- sweet silence
notes -- (:

[ANNABELLA BLETCHLEY]

CHOKECHAIN FOR THEIR NECKS

AND I DON'T THINK THEY LIKE THAT

regardless of the fact that their faces were merely inches apart, annabella bletchley barely heard the words her blonde companion spoke. she didn't feel his breath tickle her skin, and she had to force herself to concentrate on something other than her own fascination with the smooth tone of the haughty words that had slipped easily from his lips. he was calm, which alone separated him from those she usually found herself tormenting. for starters, he was clearly capable of matching and keeping her pace. his facial expressions oozed obvious superiority, and the simple replies he offered were just enough to keep her engaged, far from bored, but not overwhelmed. she wondered, momentarily, who exactly he thought he was, who he actually was, and why she had instantly considered him an equal. or, at least, until she thought to acknowledge what he had said.

"i'm sorry, but kindly refrain from drawing parallels between our breeding, won't you? i can't stand to hear the malfoy name so insulted."

the malfoy name. the blonde could feel her high cheekbones pulling her lips into a smirk. their faces remain close, but she could feel her mood, and her intentions, undergoing change. previously, her companion had been nothing more than an attractive male joining her for a hellish ride on a hellish bus. she knew she could count on the stranger to have pure blood, for that large detail was obvious in the way he carried himself. she hadn't, however, imagined that her stranger was the heir to the infamous malfoy family.

the bletchleys were unblemished purebloods. such a statement was only true because anyone who had ever threatened to become a blemish on their family tree had simply been sliced out, like a dangerous cancer. the bletchley family as a whole worked ruthlessly to protect their pureblood status, even when the dark lord fell, for their beliefs in magical superiority and royalty never once wavered. as the potters and the weasleys rose to the top of the ministry, the bletchley family watched silently, careful not to even speak of their displeasure. not even with one another. not a cross word left their mouths when purebloods became enemy number one, and not a single hopeful thought of a revolt was voiced. the bletchley family was careful to fight for and preserve whatever they had left.

what they had was their blood, and what they had was ultimately what they were most concerned with protecting.

the bletchley clan may not have had the longest, most impressive line of impeccable pureblood names. they may not have been wise enough to invest at the right time, and they hadn't been willing to throw themselves into blindly defending the dark lord. ancestors hadn't done many great things, and some women had failed to produce sons on more than one occasion. over the years, the number of living and respectable bletchleys diminished, but never did their loyalty, respectability, and devotion falter. the bletchley family was proud to say they were a part of the original elite. they may not have touched the highest branch on the tree of pureblood families, but they were consistent with their beliefs and choices. they hadn't necessarily ever risked everything for great rewards, but they had survived. the family was strong, built on a foundation of superiority due to a diabolical and cunning existence, and pillars of desire to protect their own kind.

the bletchleys hadn't always been brave, but they had been wise.

everything annabella knew about her own family, she knew about that which belonged to her counterpart. without being familiar with his personality and having never met him in person before, anna knew things about scorpius that she was sure he kept hidden at his very core. things which she knew to also exist inside her own, things that would never be voiced, and things which had just changed their ride upon the knight bus entirely. she looked him directly in the eye with a stare that had instantly lost its playful coating. her emerald orbs danced with the excitement of finding another like her. she didn't forget, though, that just because his blood was pure and his bank account full, she couldn't rely on the hopes that scorpius malfoy was like his family when it came to their beliefs. these days, she couldn't be sure about anything.

that's what being a bletchley had taught her. trust her own kind, but never be afraid to question them. he may have been a malfoy, but she knew better than to leave it at that. what kind of a malfoy was he, exactly? thoughts raced through her head as she lingered close to his face, soft breaths escaping her mouth at a slow, relaxed pace. scorpius malfoy could potentially be the key to unlock the thoughts that lingered in the heads of his extended family, those who shared his purity of blood, those who like the bletchleys, knew better than to voice the things they couldn't help but to ponder and think of. in times like these, the bletchley family wasn't alone in what they knew to keep secret, silent, and suppressed.

the bletchleys weren't the only ones standing at a fork in the road, waiting for someone to step forward and carve a path.

she licked her lower lip slowly and dug her gaze deeper into the depths of his malfoy stare. it was another moment before she spoke, in a low voice, a simple reply. "i'd inquire as to why you're here, but in times like these i imagine it wouldn't be so astounding to hear you've been forced to succumb to such lows like most others have." anna paused to allow a light chuckle to escape her lips. "i can't say i'm surprised. if you can't stand it, then i'll leave you to your unsociable privacy, mister malfoy." she pressed her lips together into an amused line before lingering a second longer and turning with a flourish of her blonde locks to sit properly in her chair. pressing her back into the seat and gripping the armrests to prepare for any sudden movements, annabella pinched her lower lip between her teeth and easily sunk deep into thoughts of things she was sure the young malfoy behind her had also pondered many times before.



tagged , scorpius malfoy.
words , one one eight three.
music , chokechain.
outfit , simple black attire
credit , i make my own shit.
notes , check.

[SCORPIUS MALFOY]

WE FRENCH KISSED ON A SUBWAY TRAIN
I ATE HER HEART THEN I ATE HER BRAIN

it only took a name drop for the girl to find her place, and she ended with a valid point at least. it was not uncommon to see a pureblood dressed in their finest yet succumbing to public transportation. however there was no quicker way to reach any place than the knight bus, other than apparation. yet he couldn't help but acknowledge the displeasure that filled him when she turned in her seat so that all he had to stare at was the impossible blondness of her hair, instead of the entrancing depths of her emerald eyes, which were not as cold as one might think. his shallow gray orbs gave off no hint of invitation and rendered him unapproachable, while her emerald eyes glinted with a dare just out of reach...for anyone else, anyway. there was nothing out of reach for scorpius malfoy. there never had been, and there wasn't likely going to be.

this girl had ceased aggravating him quick enough after hearing who he was, yet scor rather wondered why. was it out of respect? even if she wasn't likely to admit it, he had a feeling that it was. and he had a sinking feeling that if he knew who exactly she was, he wouldn't be so quick to deem her a whore in his mind. she was so familiar, though he knew they hadn't been introduced. there were a select few families who maintained the kind of superior pride the pair of them obviously shared, so he began to mull over their names in his mind. there were the montagues, but alexander didn't have any younger sisters, to his knowledge. well, except for hollie, but he knew the carrows and this girl was definitely not of their number. the flints had a girl around his age, but he had definitely become acquainted with her already. she certainly wasn't a goyle or crabbe, and the krums were his cousins. the macnairs didn't have daughters, and the only nott female he knew was a regular in his bedroom. adalia zabini was an old friend, so that left just two other families. the warringtons had recently returned from france with a sixth year girl, and his good friend reese bletchley had a sister, if her remembered correctly. now, wisely, reese hadn't introduced the two of them, but he had a feeling that this was little annie whom reese always spoke of. she had the same bletchley fire her brother did, though rather intensified. she was arrogant the way he was, and they were both tall. warringtons ran on the meek side, he was aware.

scor leaned forward so that his chin rested on the back of her seat. he could smell whatever shampoo she had used that morning, and it was somewhat intoxicating. "missed the train," was all he said regarding his circumstance on the bus. "what's your story, darling?"


tagged -- annabella bletchley.
words -- five hundred and eighty eight.
outfit -- sleek navy suit.
music -- the orange bowl.
notes -- i'm ready for them to develop now.

[ANNABELLA BLETCHLEY]

CHOKECHAIN FOR THEIR NECKS

AND I DON'T THINK THEY LIKE THAT

she knew the young malfoy heir was considerably closer when she could feel his light breath tickling the back of her neck, through her parted blonde waves. annabella remained facing forward, though, simply because she enjoyed the fact that he was now seeking her conversation. perhaps he was intrigued by the sudden change of attitude. he was a malfoy, though, which meant he must have been accustomed to throwing out his surname and witnessing an instant change of behavior. he didn't, however, know that annabella bletchley had far different reasons for doing so, rather than the usual 'malfoy means superiority' rubbage. the name of malfoy was respectable, to those who still believed in the power of a family tree, but not superior in the eyes of the only bletchley daughter. they were equals, as far as she was concerned, yet there was something about her companion that required a change of mood.

"my story?" she chuckled lightly under her breath, which slipped out slowly between her barely parted lips. "this is a short bus ride, malfoy, i could hardly share in such a little amount of time. especially with-" she paused, turning her chin to the left only slightly and just far enough to catch his gaze for a short moment. her emerald eyes danced as she began again, her voice quiet enough to ensure their conversation was private. "-a new acquaintance."

she uncrossed her long, slender legs and brought her hands to lift her thick golden tresses from the bare base of her pale neck. she twisted her hair through her fingers for a moment, exposing the milky smooth skin that usually remained hidden behind her sun kissed locks, just beside where scorpius malfoy had rested his chin. "this story is simple, though. my mother likes to talk, mostly about things i could care less about. marriage, social showcases of who's richer?, coming home for the holidays... i blame her for missing the train." her slim fingers traced the exposed space of the back of her neck while she spoke, and when she finished, annabella abruptly dropped her hair as if she had thrown the stage curtain shut.

when she spoke again, though, it was after casually turning her chin far enough so that it almost brushed against his own. her rosebud mouth twisted into a look only a slytherin would care to perfect, and her pretty orbs remained wide under the thick lids that fell before them every so often. "can't say i'm too upset about it, really. this is far more my scene."



tagged , the one and only scorpius malfoy.
words , five seven eight! sad.
music , chelsea, the summer set.
outfit , simple black attire
credit , i make my own shit.
notes , yay for short and to the point. maybe.