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serpenn-sortia​:

“The rest of you lot? I wouldn’t be trying to pry yourself away from the mistake made in that directory. One of these days, you’re gonna be holding on to that claim for dear life. Haven’t you been reading the papers, or are you stuck in that little fantasy world of yours that no one can quite agree on being tasteful enough to indulge in it with you? The muggles are our undoing, Macmillan. You’ll be worth something as long as you protect it. Don’t cast it aside so quickly.”

Theseus took his copy of the Daily Prophet and lazily flipped through it, the muggle news bleeding into matters that concerned it. It was appalling. 

His words ran through her head as she walked out, the cold English air hitting her face almost instantly. The feeling was similar to the words spewed by the young Selwyn twin; cold, icy, unforgiving. She didn’t have the same views as others might have about Muggles. At least not the same as The Sacred 28. Most of them were so set in their ways that opening their eyes to new ways of living... being... it was too much for them. 

She had vowed from the time she was young that she wouldn’t grow up to be so close minded. She would make her own decision about muggles and muggle-born people. They were just like her. They just had different lineage and really, who were they hurting? She brushed the thought off as she went into a nearby alleyway and quickly and seamlessly, apparated home.

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glittersungold​:

Athena looked over at the brunette wizard, as she let out a breath of smoke that seemed to soothe all of Athena’s worries away. It was unbecoming, for a lady to smoke, especially a witch, but truly, Athena never did care about what others thought. She inhaled and exhale the smoke, as if it were her god given right, and looked at her friend. “Oh, Prim. It’s just supposed to relax you. We could all use some relaxation, can’t we?” She smiled, tilting her head to the side. “You’ve gone and wasted it now. I would’ve finished it.” Athena sighed, but winked at her friend. “Truly, love, anything is more fun than spending time with my brother at the ministry. He just likes to take me with him, show off how many people he knows, how much power he one day will have there, all the more power to reign over me. He just always has to prove himself the better twin. Sad, really,” Athena said, taking another drag of the cigarette. “Especially when as far as my family goes, he has been since the moment he drew breath. He doesn’t have to convince anyone else. I think he just likes to show me how much better he is, how small and insignificant I am by taking me here.” She swallowed hard, Athena staring off for a moment, before coming back to where she was. 

“Hogsmeade sounds grand, though. Better than being here and honestly, ditching CeCe seems like the best option.” She smiled, nodding. “Let’s go. Shall you lead the way?” 

As they began to walk, Prim smirking and shaking her head at the younger girl’s rant, she nodded when Athena began ranting about her brother. “He was extremely rude to me over at the Cauldron the other day. I almost didn’t recognize him and then I remembered,” she rolled her eyes, sighing. “I was minding my own business and then he was rude to me and didn’t think that little Primrose MacMillan would say anything back but low and behold, I gave him a piece of my mind.” 

As they walked down the street toward the muggle train station, she looked over at Athena. “How have you been though? I feel like I haven’t seen you in a tick. Granted, I’m still on my break from acting. I’ve almost finished the play I’ve been working on... A few times. But it’s coming along. My goal is to at least be finished writing it by summer and then the ball can really get going.”

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alchomcrax​:

“That sounds pretty interesting, though if you ask me a good adventure it sure to do that alone so if you’re adding in a mystery and love…I don’t see how you could go wrong.” She said before offering the other woman a smile. “I mean…it’s kept your attention this long, it’s got to be for a good reason.” 

She nodded, smiling softly at the woman. “Thank you. It really has. I love books and while I’m an actor by trade, I always wished I could write a book too. I mean, I’m sort of doing that except it’s not a book, it’s a play. Trouble is, I keep running into writers block. Not a potion in the world that can help with that, I’m afraid.” She smirked. 

“I already checked and when I tried making one from scratch, I accidentally grew dog ears for a week. That did not go over well in the fashion section of the Daily Prophet...” She pursed her lips, her eyebrows raised as she recounted the memory.

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inscendivs​:

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He hated being weak and enfeeble. Up until two years ago, he had been a monster hunter and now he was reduced to walk with a cane. Being active was something Orion thrived on, ever since his days at Hogwarts where he was the Slytherin seeker and co-captain. Now he had become his worst nightmare. He didn’t want help, but his cousin was there for him, “I’m fine.” He grumbled, reaching out for his staff, “I’m fine Prim.” He said angrily. It wasn’t her, it was this situation he had been stuck in.

Sighing as he put his back up against the wall, out of breath, he silently used an incantation to help with his things, “Yeah,” he mumbled as he steadied himself, leaning on his cane, “thank you. What are you doing here?” He asked as he hobbled along the walkway, his books following alongside him.

Prim jumped back at his angered comment and then nodded quickly, knowing he was just frustrated and wasn’t mad at her. She sighed, pursing her lips as she let him gather himself and his things and then began walking with him as she felt the energy calm down more. “I was on my way home from the Cauldron. Spent a day writing as always. I’m nearly there on the play, actually. I’ve set a goal for this summer so hopefully I can figure out a theater, get it cast, and possibly be in production by Christmas, perhaps.” She bit her lip as they walked down the sidewalk. 

“Were you just finished with classes then? Would you care to come over for lunch? I’ve had a pot of stew cooking all day and it’s probably ready by now. 

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glittersungold​:

Athena looked over to see Primrose MacMillian, a friend she had from the theater world and she shrugged. “Better than most, darling. Here, have a ciggie.” She told her, sighing. “I’m just fine - just bloody annoying when I can’t spark magic like everyone else can. You know when I get frustrated or bloody pricked, it takes longer to do magic. Fuckin’ arsehole brother of mine.” Athena looked down, cursing her brother under her tongue. The bane of her existence. It was true that Athena did love her brother, deep down, but the havoc that they both caused for one another was toxic to say the least. “They’re pretty good, won’t lie. Try one, Prim, it can’t hurt you. Go on.” Athena shrugged. “What are you doing around here, love, by the ministry? My brother bloody dragged me here, the wanker, to get a taste of the ministry, but I don’t quite like it, and you know that. Bunch of followers and corruption.” 

Prim sighed, taking one and shaking her head. “I won’t like it, but I’ll try it for you, love.” She smirked, tapping the end with her wand, making a few sparks to then light the small stick. She inhaled, the taste entirely too bitter. She inhaled the smoke with some ease, a slight cough coming after but then exhaled. “I honestly don’t get it, but have fun.” She smirked, throwing the cigarette on the ground and stomping it out with her boot. 

“Are you able to get away for a bit? I was on my way to the train to get to Hogsmeade. Might be more fun then loitering out here.” She smirked. “Besides, I always enjoyed getting onto the platform. It’s my favorite part.” She smiled. 

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[prim-macmillan]

Margaery Tyrell

One of my husbands preferred the company of men and was stabbed through the heart. Another was happiest torturing animals and was poisoned at our wedding feast. I must be cursed.

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glittersungold​:

“Oh, sweet Prim, it’s just like you to always say such nonsense things. Why would you come to a squaller like this when you can have tea and pretty pillows and satin dresses that are pretty and lovely? Pretty and lovely things are truly the best in the world. You aren’t anyone, Prim. You are a Macmillan and that means something. You should act like it.” Lucy sighed, dramatically, just as she always did. “I don’t care much for hard work, you know that. I worked hard enough as it was in school. Those days of slaving away over OWLs are over. Sweet Prim, regardless, you know none of them would dare speak an ill word of you when you arrive with me on your arm. Lucretia Black is a name well known in our sparkly little world and I would hex any of them from here to France if they uttered such unkind words.” Lucy smiled, reaching up and playing a piece of hair behind Prim’s ear. 

Looking down at the slightly chipped tea cup, Lucy scrunched up her nose, only slightly and smiled at the bar maid, just to be kind. “Please make sure the biscuits aren’t burnt, please and thank you, ma’am.” Lucy told the barmaid, same sickly sweet smile on her lip, and turned back to Prim, as if she had said nothing rude. “What? What are you staring at? It’s not nice to stare.” 

As Lucy went on and on about the way things looked and how important her last name was, Prim sighed, shaking her head. She honestly hated being one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. It was an incredible burden and came with a whole slew of expectations that she truly didn’t care to meet. She just wanted to live and be happy and do what she loved, on her own terms. She pursed her lips and stayed silent as Lucy continued and then sat back in her chair, letting Lucy play with her hair as she often did.

When Lucy was rude to the barmaid, she widened her eyes as if to reprimand her and all that was on Lucy’s face was the same ignorant expression as if she hadn’t just been rude. “Lucy! Please! Don’t treat wait staff like that. It’s rude. Be nicer. It’ll go a lot further than the way you carry on. Merlin’s beard...”

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[prim-macmillan]

“I’ve seen enough of people who die for an idea. I don’t believe in heroism; I know it’s easy and I’ve learned that it can be murderous. What interests me is living and dying for what one loves.” — Albert Camus, The Plague

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[prim-macmillan]

inscendivs​:

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Shaking his head, “Teaching about magical creatures is a lot less dangerous than hunting them.” A lot less enjoyable too. Teaching was something he had never had any desire to do. He wanted to be out in the world, hunting for the things he taught, but ever since his accident, he was forced to take a seat back to what he loved the most.

Groaning, he had tried multiple times to heal his legs and he had gone to different healers all throughout the country and nobody could fix his leg. He was doomed to be disabled for the rest of his life. That’s why he needed the ale and whiskey. He shook his head, “it’s not going to fix it.” Orion had become hopeless in the last two years and his only solace was the liquor in his cup.

She sighed, nodding. “I know, I know. I suppose I just worry but I know you’re doing what you love. The whiskey will definitely help though,” she smirked, her self writing quill still going until it stopped abruptly. She looked over at it and then smirked. “Oh! Sorry, didn’t mean to stop focusing.” She looked over at the quill and began thinking about what she wanted to write next. It began writing again, floating across the dry parchment in front of her. 

After she’d written a few more sections, she stopped, sighing as she skimmed over everything. “This play will either be my big comeback or the death of me.” She bit her lip. “And don’t ask me what it’s about because honestly, every time I write a new draft, it becomes different.” She looked up at him. “You know, a whiskey probably won’t hurt.” She flagged down a barmaid and then ordered one for herself. 

“So what animal did that to you then?” she asked, taking the mug of whiskey she had just been handed and then put two knuts on the table.

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[prim-macmillan]

xcruciatxs​:

“aw, thanks, doll. i been workin’ here couple’a months. turns out, it ain’t a bad gig.” he said, moving to place the tip in the communal bucket, the coins clanking together as he part of the deal with growing up in a no-mag world and working in a no-mag profession was not getting a whole bunch of magic media. the most he kept up with was quidditch, and his interest there stemmed from belonging to the horned serpent quidditch team while he was at ilvermorny. 

“ah, a writer,” wiping the ring of moisture off the bar with the dishrag he slung over his shoulder, trystan let his shoulders roll in a slight shrug. “i wouldn’t worry too much ‘bout what ya gotta write, y’know? the harder you push the less of a result y’er gonna pull back.” mulling over his ideas for a moment, the wizard leaned his palms against the counter, tattooed arms stretched out before him as he gnawed over what to say next. 

after a minute of chewing on the inside of his lip, he brightened, as if a lightbulb lit above his head. “oh, it’s like when y’er a kid, and you do somethin’ to make some kinda big ol’ grandstand, then you run back to y’er ma and pa to show ‘em and you can’t do it no more? it’s like that. tryin’ too hard in the moment isn’t gonna get you nowhere.” 

Prim sipped her drink and watched the wizard as he spoke, smirking. She nodded and shrugged herself. “I suppose you’re right. I might need a break, if I’m honest. Too much going on in my head and it honestly just ruins my inspiration.” She rested her elbows against the bartop and propped up her chin with her hands, looking up at him. 

“Where exactly in America are you from? I lived in New York for a couple years doing theater over there. I absolutely loved it, if I’m honest. I did miss home though. So I moved back here about a year ago.” She bit her lip. “Your tattoos are quite fun. I’ve really only ever seen them at the circus. There was this lovely muggle circus that used to pull through New York every summer. I’d go and check it out. So many things to see, honestly.” She paused. 

“If that’s offensive, I apologize. I didn’t mean that you belong in a side show. I just... so many tattoos are a bit of a few and far between thing, if you please.”

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[prim-macmillan]

ibuzoo​:

Archetype Inspirations | The Caregiver

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