╰┈➤ james potter x oc
❝ you could yell PISS OFF! won't you stay away, it'd still be sweet talk to my ears. ❞
SWEET TALK, in which blaire amybeth darlington endures scandal, academic stress, and the affections of a certain messy haired, bespectacled...
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↳ changes, david bowie ----- "but still the days seem the same."
PLATFORM NINE AND THREE QUARTERS WAS A FAMILIAR SIGHT.
blaire was excited. yes, this was her final year at hogwarts, meaning that her professors would probably attempt to murder her with knowledge – not to mention the looming cloud that was the NEWTs (nastily exhausting wizarding tests) – but anything was better than spending summers home.
she blended right in with the young witches and wizards milling about the platform, saying their tearful goodbyes to their parents who they'd see in three months' time for the winter holidays, the dramatic fucks. her cherry brown hair was twisted back with an old claw clip, hand clinging to the bar on her trolley, decorated with her worn trunk and her owl, sera, who was dozing in her steel cage like a particularly docile taxidermy.
blaire always looked forward to this time of the year as summer gave way to early autumn, the air becoming crisper, trees exchanging their vibrant greens for muted browns and yellows. maybe it wasn't the change in weather that she loved, but that in her environment. summers, quite frankly, were bloody awful. she was sure the only force keeping her mother from attempting to perform an exorcism on her was her brother, who had enough sense in him to come home for the summer holidays in a futile attempt to maintain some semblance of peace in the darlington household.
her thoughtful reverie was impolitely interrupted as she was hit by what felt like a very lanky wall.
"fucking hell." she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around the newcomer to prevent from toppling over. "barty, i told you to stop doing that, i'm going to pull something one of these days."
barty crouch jr hadn't changed at all over the two summer months. although his brown hair had gotten mildly shaggier, the manic gleam in his eyes was still firmly in place.
"and i told you that i couldn't promise anything, my love." he pressed a firm kiss to the crown of her head, looping an arm around her waist. he smelled familiar, like cigarettes and old-fashioned cologne; if put him in a room with regulus, evan and sirius, you'd suffocate and die a very fragrant death. "how was your summer?"
"it was alright." she replied, and sera hooted balefully, catching her boyfriend's attention instantly.
"i see the cheese bird is still alive." he drawled, causing blaire to shoot him a pointed look.
"don't sound too happy."
barty disentangled his arms from her middle, sticking a ring-clad finger through the bars of sera's cage. the owl nipped lightly at him, causing a swift withdrawal with surprising composure. "she's as charming as ever, evidently."
