#veneficium

[black-arcana]

Lacuna Coil ➤ Veneficium Queen Elizabeth Theatre Toronto,Ontario,Canada [✻]

#cristina scabbia #lacuna coil #veneficium #gifs #tw flashing

[banefolk]

La Voie du Poison (The Poison Path) by Laurie Bianciotto

The only French-language witchy poison path book in existence. A solid introduction to the poison path with some recipes and rituals throughout.

#bane folk #poison path #La Voie du Poison #laurie bianciotto #occult books #witch books #witchcraft books #herbal books #herbier #magie verte #sorciere verte #editions danae #veneficium

[poisonerspath]

Would poison exist without us? What is poison and how have our ideas about it influenced our history? How does it continue to influence our daily lives? Why does this omnipresent and non-existent substance hold such a sway over our attention? Poison has been used as a tool to control, to persecute marginalized individuals and perpetuate a fear of the natural world. An enemy of the social order, the crime of poisoning was anecdotally linked to women. Poison as a metaphor is used to describe people and ideas that are a threat to the patriarchy and its henchmen, capitalism and religion. Understanding the philosophical side of poison, as a symbolic metaphor and occult force is to begin at the original Promethean transmission at the Tree, and follow the angelic corruption as it changes all it touches. Poison and witch are synonymous, both powerful catalysts of change. Dualistic in nature, a serpentine crack in the monolith of patriarchal oppression. 🐍 - #poisonpath #thepoisonpath #veneficium #poisonersapothecary #occulttoxicology #occultbotany #ontology #epistemology #venenum #thepoisonpath #healingwithpoisons #plaguesandpeoples #toxicology https://www.instagram.com/p/CnwuOMJr2Yo/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#poisonpath #thepoisonpath #veneficium #poisonersapothecary #occulttoxicology #occultbotany #ontology #epistemology #venenum #healingwithpoisons #plaguesandpeoples #toxicology

[ddamascenaa]

two of nine paintings by Mia Roeder of spiritdirt.com inspired by the contemplations on death by Buddhist thinker Atisha.

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prints available for pre-order through December 6, 2022

#pokeweed #belladonna #poison plants #veneficium #spiritdirt #death meditation #contemplations on death #Atisha #Saturn lessons

[thecorpselight]

Hemlock, like some other poisonous plants, was traditionally associated with the Devil and his servants, the witches. The latter were said to use it in spells to evoke demons and evil spirits, and to destroy love, cause madness or paralysis, and blast fertility in men and animals. It was also one of the ingredients of those flying ointments with which they were believed to anoint their bodies before they flew to the Sabbat. In the northern counties of England, it is called Bad Man’s or Devil’s Oatmeal, and children are warned not to touch it, because if they do, the Devil may seize and fly away with them. It had, however, healing and soothing properties, and was used in folk-medicine for several painful ills. A poultice made of water-hemlock (or cowbane) cured rheumatism. Hemlock-roots roasted until they were soft eased the pains of gout in the hand. A sixteenth-century sleeping-apple contained hemlock juice mixed with opium, mandrake, henbane-seeds and musk, which was rolled into a ball and held to the patient’s nose until he fell asleep. A remedy for ‘a Pynn and Webb in the Eye’ is included in that collection of cures and household lore compiled by the Fairfax family in Yorkshire, and now known as Arcana Fairfaxiana Manuscripta. In this hemlock was mixed with white of egg and a little baysalt, and the whole laid to ‘ye pulce of ye arme on ye contrary side’, that is, the right arm for the left eye, and vice versa. If the affliction was ‘nere the sight of ye eye’, juice extracted from the roots and leaves of daisies was added, to be dropped into the eye ‘and so use it, till it be whole’. The Encyclopedia of Superstition. E. and M. A. Radford.

#folklore #folk magic #folk remedy #hemlock #veneficium #poison plants #superstition

[thejaggedpoisonpath]

Fly Agaric (Amanita Muscaria) Tincture⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ A small dose of either a tincture or an ointment made from fly agaric can cause a feeling of weightlessness, visual and auditory hypersensitivity, space distortion, unawareness of time, and colored hallucinations; feelings of euphoria or invincibility are also oftentimes reported.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Fly agaric has also been used as a sedative aid, leading to a deep sleep with vivid dreams. These mushrooms also alter the perception of sight, sounds, etc., (the senses) and change/enhance the feelings and thoughts of the user.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ While fly agaric is most popular for stories of its psychedelic properties, larger doses with properly prepared plant material also offers a plethora of amazing health benefits.⠀⠀ *Euphoria / Bliss Happiness *Opening of the energy body and more energy / vitality⠀⠀ *Can bring a person closer to spirit / soul and closer with nature⠀⠀ *Used in ritual / spiritual settings⠀⠀ *Boost immune system and make stronger⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ *Has antimicrobial properties based in the mycelium⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ *Increased strength, endurance, and virility⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ *Natural pain killing properties⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ *Greatly decreases pains such as muscle aches, joint pain, achy body⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ *Effective against arthritis⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ *Eliminate back pain by using it as a liquid tincture/oil rubbed into the back or area of pain⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ *Very small amounts almost completely stop symptoms of Lyme disease⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ *Can decrease or stop depression in some people⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ *Helps purge and detoxify the body⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ *Lowers inflammation⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ *It's possible that other neurotoxins and diseases can be assisted or treated⠀ *For educational purposes; sold as a curio only. Statements not reviewed by the FDA. Information not meant to take the place of medical advice. *⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #flyagaric #thejaggedpath #bruja #veneficium #southernwitch #conjure #hedgewitch #samhain (at Houston, Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjDmnxqrP7m/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#flyagaric #thejaggedpath #bruja #veneficium #southernwitch #conjure #hedgewitch #samhain

[saturninemysticthreads]

Tell us your first impression!

#drawing #banefolk #sarahannelawless #belladonna #atropabelladonna #nightshade #crow #skull #poisonpath #witchcraft #occult #art #artwork #illustration #blackandwhite #inkandpen #herbs #herb #veneficium

[nofatclips]

Veneficium by Lacuna Coil from the Live From The Apocalypse livestream/album

#music #live music #metal #italian music #lacuna coil #andrea ferro #cristina scabbia #marco coti zelati #richard meiz #diego cavallotti #marco barusso #live video #livestream #costin chioreanu #costin alexandru chioreanu #video #Youtube

[black-arcana]

Lacuna Coil ➤ Veneficium Alcatraz Metal Festival 2022

#cristina scabbia #lacuna coil #veneficium #alcatraz 2022 #gifs

[gawrkin]

The Magics at play:

De Ortu Waluuanii says:

So, Guinevere practices "Veneficium", which is the general latin blanket category for drug-user, poisoner and witchcraft - same as "Pharmakeia". Medea/Circe shit.

Gwen's doing the stereotypical "cooking herbs in a cauldron" type witchcraft, the same as Isolde and her mother. And maybe Gawain, depending on how you interpret his knowledge of herbs and healing.

Morgan on the other hand:

So, Morgan is a master of astrology (divination using the stars) and necromancy (manipulating and conjuring spirits) on top of general healing lore. Hence why she and the Lady of the Lake are the top enchantresses.

In fact, a large number of people know astrology in the romances:

Celidoine:

Vortigern's Clerks:

Ban and Bors' Brother:

I suspect because Astronomy/Astrology (the two haven't really been separated in these time periods) is so important to civilization - for navigation and time keeping - its the only magic with no satanic connotations.

#queen guinevere #gawain #isolde #arthuriana #arthurian legend #arthurian mythology #arthurian legends #king arthur #de ortu waluuanii #rise of gawain #vulgate cycle

[lefresne]

I have an inquiry:

I once got into an argument with someone, who argued Isolde and her mom are not magical (even though the texts states so!), that the healing powers they have are entirely mundane, a combination of realistic herbal remedies and the Author of the Tristan stories being ignorant of good medicine. Except the problem is, in my research, "non-magical" healing doesn't exist in the medieval worldview. Herbalism was always associated with witchcraft since antiquity; Veneficium and Pharmakeia being synonymous to both drugs and magic. I also found that medicinal practices required learning in the Seven Liberal Arts and the old theories of Astronomy/Astrology, Humorism and Gemology. Old healing techniques often involved a bit of prayer and other things that are not ground in science but in spirituality. I argued that even if the Tristan authors were well-learned in the "cutting-edge" Medical science of the day, it would still run headlong into mystical practice.

Can I get your thoughts on this?

I mean this is such a difficult question because it depends on your assessment of the ontological status of the text lol - do you believe what it is telling you? If characters do something that we now know to be simple science / chemistry but the text defines this as 'magic', who is right? What even is 'magic'? Can the manipulation of the signs of creation truly be termed 'magic'? like I cannot stress enough how much ink has been spilled on this very topic since the time of the literal church fathers.

Personally I steer away from terms like 'magic' because to me 'magic' is like a 'closed' category that really hinders our understanding of the medieval natural world. I like to use 'supernatural' because I think it kind of captures this ambiguity inherent to the spectrum along which medieval peoples might have experienced the natural world. also huge caveat but we tend to speak of 'medieval people' as if they were a monolith and not individuals with different opinions on things during a long long period of history. what one author might term magic, another might simply term ingenuity (like the lady of the lake's castle actually being concealed by an optical illusion in some texts !)

#I dont think this is a great answer btw I hauve covid #asks

[poisonerspath]

Foxglove or digitalis is a baneful herb that I’ve typically not felt super called to work with, wanting to go with the dark and sometimes terrifying spirits of the witches garden, but foxglove has stuck with me. Quietly supporting me, offering healing for my heart and bringing balance to the often crooked work of the Poison Path. So thank you foxy for always being such an ally 🥰🌸🥰 - people often see your whimsical qualities but I see you quiet strength. - #foxglove #poisongarden #poisonpath #digitalis #banefulherbs #veneficium #thepoisonpath #plantally #plantmedicine #plantspiritmedicine #poisongarden https://www.instagram.com/p/Co2dJ2cLAub/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#foxglove #poisongarden #poisonpath #digitalis #banefulherbs #veneficium #thepoisonpath #plantally #plantmedicine #plantspiritmedicine

[ddamascenaa]

three of nine paintings by Mia Roeder of spiritdirt.com inspired by the contemplations on death by Buddhist thinker Atisha.

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prints available for pre-order through December 6, 2022

#foxglove #wolfsbane #monkshood #amanita muscaria #amanita #poison plants #veneficium #Atisha #spiritdirt #death meditation #contemplations on death #Saturn lessons

[thecorpselight]

Again another powder and a drink against witches. Take a blackberry and lupin and pennyroyal, pound them together, sift them, then put them in a bag, lay them under the altar, sing nine Masses over them. Put the powder in milk and drip some holy water into it. Give to drink at three times of the day: at nine a.m., at midday, at three p.m. If animals have the disease, pour the same powder into their mouth together with the holy water.

Anglo Saxon Magic. G. Storms

#folk magic #baneful herbs #veneficium #folk charms #protective charms #magic #witchcraft

[thejaggedpoisonpath]

Datura tincture⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Datura is helpful for headaches, insomnia, stress, rheumatism, new and old bone injuries, deep tissue bruising and/or bruising of bones, bone on bone injuries, arthritis, carpal tunnel, as well as joint and tendon issues.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ It also aids with depression and anxiety and helps to calm frayed nerves.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Used in rituals, Datura is used to more effectively commune with spirits, and with one’s ancestors.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Other uses include the banishing of spirits and protection from malicious spirits.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ A slightly larger dosage can be used to experience Datura’s sedative and/or aphrodisiac properties.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ Plant material(s) for this ointment is grown, harvested, tincted, and poured by The Jagged Path. ⠀⠀⠀⠀ Ingredients include Datura Inoxia, gluten-free alcohol, and distilled water.⠀⠀⠀ *"These statements have not been evaluated by the Food and Drug Administration. This product is not intended to diagnose, treat, cure, or prevent any health conditions or diseases."*⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #thejaggedpath #datura #solanaceae #inoxia #innoxia #tincture #glutenfree #insomnia #bruises #rheumatism #anxiety #depression #veneficium #alchemy (at Galveston County, Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChnXSVmO4Oe/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#thejaggedpath #datura #solanaceae #inoxia #innoxia #tincture #glutenfree #insomnia #bruises #rheumatism #anxiety #depression #veneficium #alchemy

[colorsunimaginable]

the spare // chapter sixty-three // death eater ! tom hiddleston oc x plus size ofc - voldemort wins au

story summary: 

While on a mission to avenge the death of her best friend, Ilvermorny graduate Melisa Alder finds herself in the middle of the fight to defeat Voldemort. Upon capture after the Dark Lord's triumph, she's being sold at an auction with other muggle borns and blood traitors. Her only hope is also her only bidder - the tall, dark, and handsome Thomus Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy's younger half-brother. Is he just another Death Eater or is he hiding more than just his face beneath the mask? Will she realize her true potential to be one of the resistance's greatest weapons?

*a Voldemort Wins AU with Tom Hiddleston cast as an OC x a plus size protagonist* *takes place in The Auction universe by Lovesbitca8*

words for this chapter: 2.9k warnings for this chapter: none

my lovely beta reader 💕

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

Chapter Sixty-Three:

"Come on, don't give up just yet!" Higgins calls.

"I haven't given up!" I snap angrily, shoving my fists into the dirt to push myself to my knees. "The damn thing just –“

Another loud crack of thunder and the wind picks up, drowning out my words. The mass hovers, dark clouds churning with growing speed. Flashes of lightning strike from within its core, spreading like white veins just beneath the misty surface. I watch in horror as the mass gets sucked to its center, almost disappearing completely before exploding outward with a roar. The black clouds cover the sky, pouring rain upon us.

"Don't let it scare you!" I look to Higgins at his words. Even as the rain runs rivulets down his face, he grins encouragingly and gives me a thumbs up. "You can do this!"

My eyes are wide as saucers as I stare up at the sky, mouth agape, lips trying to form the words. Lightning flies across the clouds and the thunder in its wake makes my very bones tremble.

My shoulders rise as I inhale, trying to suck in the thick magic in the air. I raise my hand and point two fingers to the sky. When I hear my voice, it's steady and sure.

"Piertotum Veneficium!"

The rain freezes, frozen in mid-air. The deafening boom of thunder ceases, replaced by eerie silence. I lower my hand, urging the rain to -

When I roll over, my stomach and pelvis press into the mattress, waking me with my need to pee. At first I struggle with the disorienting feeling of waking from such a vivid dream. But Thomus’ steady breathing next to me and faint birdsong from outside tells me it’s probably morning.  

During my sleepy shifting, the comforter had gotten pulled down, exposing my chest. The room is freezing and I really don’t want to get up just yet, so I yank the blanket back into place while I turn towards Thomus. His back is to me, but I curl into him anyway, pressing my forehead and nose into his warm bare skin. 

This is the fourth time I’ve woken up to that dream. It’s just so… weird.

I’ve never had dreams like that before. It’s the first time they’ve been so repetitive and consistent. I find myself remembering more of it the longer they continue. 

It reminds me of some of the extra lessons with Higgins during my early years at Ilvermorny. The encouraging push to use wandless magic, to have control over it, were achingly familiar. 

But the... thing. The... creature? Entity? Whatever it is that I’m trying to control is powerful. Besides the fact that it knocks me on my ass, it’s obvious it scares me. Awake, I don’t feel the same fear, just apprehension. The dream has to mean something. As of right now, I must be too blind to see it. Literally.

When the demands of my bladder become too much, I discretely slide away from Thomus and shiver when the cold air hits my naked body. I’ve gotten familiar enough with the path that it takes me no time at all to venture to the other room to steal a blanket off the bed to keep me warm while I use the bathroom. 

I want to confide in Thomus about the dreams. Something in my gut is telling me they’re important, but I don’t really have a reason for him to know about them. Do I really want his opinions on it? My immediate answer is yes, because it’s hard to reason with my need to overshare things. Objectively, I’m sure he’d have valuable input – there’s always something new for me to learn about magic and its capabilities. 

At the same time, I’m hesitant. He could blow them off and not take me seriously. Or just not care. I’m not sure which is worse.

As I sit there, I start to wonder what movies I’m going to show him today. Besides some work he’s had to do in the office, he’s mostly spent his time with me. At first it wasn’t something we were actively doing together, but since we got back the only thing I’ve really wanted to do – and can do for that matter – is watch movies. Granted, I can only listen to them, but I try to pick the ones I’ve seen a bunch, so I’m not really missing out. 

Since I can’t read the titles, Thomus will read a handful aloud until I pick one. If he’s not around, I just pick one at random and hope I get lucky. I think he’s only been watching them because it’s what I’ve been doing. He’ll emerge from the office and find me curled on the couch, then force me to make room for him. 

And honestly, I’m not mad about it. After so much time apart, after so much time spent missing him, it’s nice to just be around him. 

I’d never admit this to anybody – I even have a hard time admitting this to myself – but I actually like him. I think I have for a while. 

A long while, really. 

Thomus isn't just a faceless Death Eater anymore. There's a man behind the mask now. He's handsome and intelligent and I know he's hurt me in the past, but he's saved me too. I'm sure I've got my rose-tinted glasses back on, but I can't live in denial of how I feel. Especially when it seems like he's been opening up to me more and more. 

I don't necessarily want to put words in his mouth. He said he wanted me to be his, but what I still don't know is why me. From my perspective, I was basically the equivalent to the last second nab of a candy bar in the grocery store check-out line. I know I need to be more cautious because of the unanswered questions surrounding his motivations, but he’s not making it easy.

For the time being, however, I'm enjoying whatever this is. The sex and his company make me feel desirable. As if it's what he wants. As if I’m what he wants. Like I’m enough.

All I can do is give it time.      

“Melisa?” I hear him sleepily call my name from his bedroom, spurring me into action from my thoughts. 

I make sure to quickly flush so he knows I’m in here before washing my hands and brushing my teeth. 

I guess I take too long for him because I hear the door knob tap against the tiled wall when he strides in. His footsteps are quick as he passes me to the toilet.

“It’s so bloody cold in here,” he grumbles. It doesn’t even phase me that he’s using the bathroom while I’m standing right here. The man literally cums in me. “You’ll have to show me how the Muggles heat their homes.”

The corners of my mouth pull into a smile around my toothbrush, silently laughing. When he’s done, he gently nudges me to turn sideways so he can wash his hands. I bite down on the toothbrush so I can tap him on the shoulder and then tap a finger to the back of my wrist, asking for the time. 

“Early enough to get up,” he answers. The faucet stops and I hear the hand towel bar creak as he dries his hands. 

Then they find the gap in the blanket acting as a cloak to shield my body from the cold. I still have toothpaste in my mouth so I turn my face away as he presses his body to mine, face against my neck before he kisses it. 

“Early enough to go back to bed for a bit,” he murmurs in my ear. His hands slip to my bare ass, squeezing while he doesn’t bother to hide his erection against my stomach. 

In addition to watching movies, we’ve been having so much sex. I swear I’ve been bent over nearly every surface in this house – from the kitchen island to his desk to this very vanity I’m leaning against – no where’s safe. On one occasion he’d specifically pulled me into the bathroom to prop me against the sink. From the way he’d tugged on my hair, tilting my head back, I’d bet it has something to do with watching me in the mirror. He’s really living up to his word about being insatiable. Not that I mind. It’s like he’s made it his mission to make me cum. 

And damn if I don’t adore his enthusiasm for it, too. 

He pulls back a bit and I smile, patting him on his scruffy cheek. He’d shaved the morning after we’d gotten here and it’s now back to a length that won’t give me cheek burn when we make out. 

I turn in his arms to spit and rinse. Then I confidently kiss him with my minty mouth. 

When I sweep my tongue across his lower lip before biting it, he groans. It’s a move I’ve learned makes him weak.

“Your lips are so… bewitching,” he breathes before kissing me again, dominating it despite the fact that I’m cradling his face. 

I pull at him, needing him closer, needing him between my legs as I start to hear a faint tapping noise. 

Thomus hears it too, because he curses and pulls away, heading back towards his bedroom. I follow, listening to a window sliding open. Cold morning chill quickly creeps in and I dive for the bed, curling under the comforter, hoping it still retains our heat from the night. 

Wings flap, and there’s a small little screech accompanied by a drawer opening. The owl’s beak clips at the treats Thomus offers it before the window shuts. He sits on the edge of the bed, paper scroll rustling in his hands. I reach out to stroke his back.

“Fuck,” he mutters. “I thought she’d taken care of this.”

Then he stands. “Come on. Get dressed. I have to take you to the Manor.”

I sit up, blanket still around my shoulders. I put my hand up next to my head and sign why. 

He doesn’t answer, but it’s likely he just didn’t see me because his wardrobe opens. I wait for him to turn around so I can sign again, but he just ignores me.

“Quickly,” he orders. 

I scoff and roll my eyes, wishing I can verbally tell him how I feel about his rudeness, but I slide out of bed and head to my room. When I open the wardrobe, I forget there’s a new stack of vinyl leaning against it until they plop down onto the carpet. I kneel to move them aside, leaning them against the wall instead. Feeling around the base of the wardrobe, I find a gap between the wall and the furniture, and slide the stack in, tucking it away. 

Thomus had presented them to me the day we’d gotten back (after we’d woken from our nap and he’d given me a thorough deep dicking). This batch was honestly wild – he’s now the proud owner of a Nicki Minaj album, Billie Eilish, and the Rocketman soundtrack. Well, thinking about it now, I’m not sure anything can top the Shrek 2 album. 

I was definitely excited for the Rocketman album, and that’s the one I asked him to play first. However, I quickly realized my mistake. Instead of cheering me up, it became a blatant reminder that I can’t sing anymore.  

That probably should’ve been obvious. I tried mouthing the words, but it just isn’t the same. The emptiness of the vocals in my throat spread to my chest, making me feel hollow.

He’d been busy making us a simple dinner of scrambled eggs – surprising the shit out of me that he could make anything, even though he confidently reminded me he’d learned how to work the stove a while ago. While I could hear him busy at the counter, I’d… turned the volume on the record player down. Subtly at first, but each song kept getting quieter until the gentle clatter of plates on the counter was louder than the music. 

“Not in the mood?” he’d gently asked.

I’d given a small smile and a non-committal shrug. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that listening to music was the last thing I currently wanted to do. Especially when I know he was just trying to make me happy. 

Dressed, I meet him downstairs, feeling reluctant to leave. I hear the fireplace ignite. 

“Ready?” he asks, grabbing my arm and pulling me closer. 

I press my lips together, shrugging again while nodding. He doesn’t say anything, but guides me toward the fireplace. I put my hand on his shoulder, getting him to pause. 

I point to him and spell go long time?

“I don’t know,” he admits. “This isn’t really about me.”

OK I sign.

In the next few moments, we’re stepping through to the Manor and a voice I hear ringing through the hall makes me tighten my grip on Thomus’ arm. 

“Quickly Draco!” Lucius Malfoy’s voice barks. I hear rushed footsteps going up the stairs. 

“Yes, quickly Draco!” says the voice that causes my hackles to rise as she mimics her brother-in-law.     

I know the moment she spots us because she audibly gasps. 

"Thomus!" she nearly squeals with joy as she approaches, her heels rapping against the floor. 

Thomus puts his arm across my waist, smoothly stepping between me and Bellatrix. His jacket is clenched tight in my fingers, one hand on his arm and the other at the nip of his waist. Not that I can really hide behind his lanky form, but I sure would like to. 

"Bella," he greets tersely, "Wasn't expecting to see you here."

"Oh, clearly," she tuts. "Or you wouldn't be attempting to hide the dog from me." She claps her hands together. "Have you heard the news? Draco's been invited to Switzerland by the Dark Lord."

"Ordered," Narcissa snaps. Damn, has she been here this whole time? "He's been ordered to go."

"It's a great honor, Cissy," Bellatrix replies, her tone implying it's an argument they've had more than once.

“Thomus,” Narcissa’s voice changing to a plea. “Is there anything you can do?”

Thomus’ sigh sounds genuinely remorseful. “I have no authority over something like this. If it’s the Dark Lord’s will for Draco to go to Switzerland, he must be obeyed.”

“No,” Narcissa’s voice almost breaks. “I refuse to let my son –“

“You don’t have a choice,” Bellatrix snaps. I can hear gentle thunks that sound like luggage being placed on the entry hall floor. “This will be good for the boy. I will be there to guide him –“

“Excuse me if I don’t care for your particular brand of parenting,” Narcissa hisses. Thomus’ shoulders stiffen at the statement. Her heels click as she strides away.

“Where are you going?” Bellatrix says as she follows.

“I’m going to speak to him myself.”

Bellatrix cackles. “As if that –“

“Thomus, thank you for coming,” Narcissa says, “but I thought you’d be of more help.”

The front door opens and their footsteps disappear, Bellatrix’s voice fades as they move away from the house. Lucius and Draco’s voices are faintly drifting from upstairs.

Thomus sighs heavily and turns toward me. “Let’s go home,” he mutters.

We escape back to the cottage the way we came. I turn to him with a gentle smile and spell awkward.

He grunts in acknowledgement, but I want more answers than that. I take his arm and pull him down onto the couch with me.

Switzerland? I ask.

"Insurgents attacked the Swiss Ministry offices yesterday," he explains blandly, like his mind is elsewhere.

I sign what and spell Narcissa mean.

"About what?" 

parenting.

He sighs again and leans back heavily against the couch cushions. I stay perched near the edge, but turn towards him. I'm pretty sure I know what Narcissa was implying, but I want to hear it from him. 

Bella no kids I prompt.

"She was talking about me," he admits, albeit sounding reluctant. "I'm well aware our relationship isn't - wasn't exactly normal."

I put my hand on his knee, rubbing my thumb back and forth over his pants. I wait a few moments before asking wasn’t?

Despite how calm and understanding I seem on the outside, my heart's beating so hard I feel it shaking my chest. I feel like the "other woman", and I suppose I have been from the moment Thomus bought me. It has to be why she hates me so much - despite the obvious reasons. 

"Yes," he agrees. "Things... haven't been the same for quite some time."

His words process and I dismay at the multiple meanings behind them. My nosiness and need for answers makes me press on.

since, I pause, when?

He makes me wait so long that I almost begin to accept that's going to be my answer when he says, "A long time."

Granted, it's not a specific enough answer, but I relent. There's gotta be layers to his real one. 

Draco be okay? I spell.

That he answers. "I'm sure Lucius will orchestrate himself there to be able to navigate things as best he can. I'm sure he'll be fine."

I press my lips together and frown, not entirely believing anyone around Bellatrix would be completely fine, no matter who they are.

If you say so I spell.

"You know what else I say?" he says as he sits forward. One hand covers mine on his knee and the other grabs at a fleshy roll around my hip. He brings his face close to mine and kisses my cheek. "I say it's still early enough to go back to bed."

I can't help but crack a smile as our lips meet.

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