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@rachels-memories.bsky.socialOct 17, 2026, 5:17 AM

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‘Suit’ in The Ribbon Gift

I returned to my room — I had my own room, now, for my visits. It was opulently appointed, but then every manor room was opulent. Or so it seemed. Scorpius was waiting for me. "Get dressed," he said. "We're going down to the shindig and you're wearing *that.*" He pointed to the bed, an enormous four-poster, and what lay upon it. Not a Muggle suit, exactly. Not old-school wizarding wear, either. No moving parts or glamour attached. But the jacket felt unbelievably lush — a velvet of deep, *deep,* almost black Slytherin green. The trousers and button-down fit me just right. On the waistcoat, an incredibly detailed rhythmic embroidery that looked like it *could* move if it chose, or if the right wizard activated it. "Is it mine, or am I just *borrowing* it?" "Don't be ridiculous," he said, far too flippantly. "I don't know. Why don't you ask *him*?"The Ribbon Gift by rachels_memories
W✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag@wipsnips.bsky.socialOct 17, 2026, 5:11 AM

The #WIPSnips word for October 17th is "suit" #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

WIPSnips a bluesky writing community tag October 17 - suit Share a line from your WIP with the daily word for inspiration Use #WIPSnips. Don't forget Alt Text for graphics Synonyms, variation and vibes are fine. Support others on the #WIPSnips tag! Hosted by rosie-j-potter.bsky.social The image behind the text is a border that is dark blue with gold stars with a black background with neon blue border. An illustrated caticorn holding a pencil and writing in a book with a rose behind one ear is in the lower right corner. A different version of the same illustrated caticorn is curled up writing in the lower left corner
@rachels-memories.bsky.socialOct 16, 2026, 5:28 AM

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‘Gleam’ for ‘dazzle’ in My Dearly Demented

Lucius gets up and comes to sit with her on the sofa. He takes one of her hands and folds it inside one of his. "Rose, think about it. What would be the result if I lifted the block? Hermione would question her choices — all of them. Specifically her choice of husband." For a moment, his eyes gleam and his mouth crooks in one of his teasing, mischievous grins. "I *mean* she'd realize she could have had *this*—“ and he gestures expansively to indicate himself. Rose yanks her hand away and smacks him with it. "Oof." He mock-grimaces. "Seriously, Lucius." "Seriously, Rose. I could have told you that confronting your mother like that was a mistake."My Dearly Demented by rachels_memories
W✨#WIPSnips✨ A Daily Writing Share Tag@wipsnips.bsky.socialOct 16, 2026, 5:11 AM

The #WIPSnips word for October 16th is "dazzle" Even better if it's "razzle dazzle" haha #WriteSky #WritingCommunity #WritingPrompts

WIPSnips a bluesky writing community tag October 16 - dazzle Share a line from your WIP with the daily word for inspiration Use #WIPSnips. Don't forget Alt Text for graphics Synonyms, variation and vibes are fine. Support others on the #WIPSnips tag! Hosted by rosie-j-potter.bsky.social The image behind the text is a border that is dark blue with gold stars with a black background with neon blue border. An illustrated caticorn holding a pencil and writing in a book with a rose behind one ear is in the lower right corner. A different version of the same illustrated caticorn is curled up writing in the lower left corner
@rachels-memories.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 5:29 AM

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‘Pass’ in Wizards Without Wands

My plan at the time — punish the son to revenge the father — fizzled out almost immediately. I did become quite violently overzealous with the punishment, though, but I healed him tenderly afterward (stop laughing) and loved him passionately after that (really, please stop). So yes, like any sad old lech, I crushed on my grandson's schoolmate. I fell hard for the son of my sworn enemy. The revenge? Forgotten in the haze of lovely days. My boy continued to spend holidays at the manor, and sweet Salazar, what a marvelous way to pass the time. He loved being there and I loved having him there. But then it changed, you see. That's why I'm writing again. The growing-up part I could just pooh-pooh, but he wanted to apprentice — with Garrick — at that dusty wand shop. Was Albus the Astute trying to push *all* my buttons? Naturally I had to track the old wand-maker down and pave the way for my young paramour. I can still make Garrick quake. I just wish he hadn't been so embarrassingly forthright during his internment at the manor. Had Gabby Garrick kept quiet about the twin cores, I might still have my wand today.Wizards Without Wands by rachels_memories
@rachels-memories.bsky.socialOct 15, 2026, 5:25 AM

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‘Pass’ in Blood Work

It goes without saying that Narcissa's approach of Abraxas had been... unusual, surprising even. But only if you hadn't a clue about who Narcissa really was, or what she knew, and what she'd heard and overheard. As the years passed and she and Lucius grew apart, she had Draco. When they moved to separate wings, she had Draco. When Lucius embarked on a series of dalliances like his father, she still had Draco. She had Draco even as she took lovers of her own. By then, the secret seemed to hold no more power over Lucius. He no longer seemed to care about family secrets. He no longer seemed to care about anything that Narcissa could see. But no one would know because this, too, was a family secret, and family secrets must be kept at all costs — Unless and until the weight of those secrets were to grow too heavy for such a family to support, and threaten to destroy them from the inside.Blood Work by rachels_memories
@rachels-memories.bsky.socialOct 14, 2026, 6:28 AM

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More ‘estate’ filling in for ‘territory,’ in Mid-Century Modern

"And I had never thought to ask — “*Why* had I not? "How stupid! How — "But I had imagined *her* — this nameless, anonymous mother, this woman my father had loved. I had imagined her stroking my hair and murmuring into my waiting ear and calling me her little terror! I'd always wanted that. But I couldn't have it. I would never have it. I would never, ever — "Have *that.* "I felt nauseous, and still dizzy, but remarkably nauseous, and remarkably *talkative.* "'Father always liked muggles,’ I said, putting the pieces together at last. ‘Not *that* way — well, that *way* but they were nothing, no one. They —‘ "''No one of consequence, Lucius? Just... muggles?' "'Yes — no, they were — just. They were just tenants, on the estate — '''Shh —‘Mid-Century Modern by rachels_memories
@rachels-memories.bsky.socialOct 14, 2026, 6:22 AM

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Vibing ‘territory’ with ‘estate’ and ‘seat’ in My Dearly Demented

Rose waits two weeks, two agonizing weeks. Then she can wait no longer. She packs her bag with everything a traveling stylist ought to carry, and apparates alone to the Wiltshire estate where she promptly heaves into the hedges. After a moment or two, or five, and supported by a very handy light post, the nausea subsides, and she proceeds. No one and nothing prevents her approach to the looming manor house. The darkened edifice is barely warded, the gate opens by her hand. At the door, a nervous house elf admits her. This is expected: elves bound to Malfoy Manor are doomed by definition — that is, according to Mme. Bouffant. Rose has never been to the Malfoy seat. Scorpius has never invited her. She knows the family used to host grand balls here, but that must have been a very long time ago. Now, the house is as quiet as it is foreboding. "Master is in the study, miss," says the house elf. He directs her up the grand staircase, eastward along the second floor hallway, and stops to gesture at an important looking doorway. He pops away before she can thank him.My Dearly Demented by rachels_memories
@rachels-memories.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 5:57 AM

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‘Pulse’ in Skipping a Generation

"BUT I WAS AFRAID I'M TOO OLD, NOW. TO BE INITIATED." SILENCE — NO. NOT SILENCE. THERE IS THE POUNDING OF SCORPIUS' PULSE, THE QUIET RHYTHM OF GRANDFATHER'S BREATH ALONG HIS NECK, AND THE DRAG OF HIS THUMB AT SCORPIUS' JAW AS IT *OPENS* — "DO YOU *FEEL* TOO OLD?" "NO, I —“ LUCIUS STROKES SCORPIUS' JAW, COVERS HIS MOUTH — JUST FOR A MOMENT, AND SCORPIUS THINKS ABOUT TOUCHING HIS TONGUE TO THAT OPEN PALM — BUT IT IS ONLY A MOMENTARY THOUGHT, BECAUSE LUCIUS MOVES HIS HAND TO CUP SCORPIUS CHIN. AND ANGLE IT ENOUCH TO MEET SCORPIUS' EYES. "YOU *KNOW* ME, SCORPIUS. ALL OF YOUR YOUNG LIFE, YOU'VE *KNOWN*—“ "OH. NO, PLEASE DON'T —“ "WE'VE HAD *YEARS* TOGETHER -" NOT LIKE THIS. THIS IS *DIFFERENT.* IT IS — *EVERYTHING.*Skipping a Generation by rachels_memories DRACO IS TOO CONSUMED WITH GRIEF TO INITIATE HIS SON IN THE OLD WAYS. SO SCORPIUS CONVINCES HIS GRANDFATHER TO PERFORM THE RITUALS THAT WILL MAKE HIM A REAL MALFOY. LUCIUS IS HAPPY TO DO IT. FAMILY IS EVERYTHING.
@rachels-memories.bsky.socialOct 12, 2026, 5:54 AM

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‘Pulse’ in Spellbound

*Speak,* Hermione." "I... it's..." She shakes her head, once. "Muggle-born — mud-bloods, we are - thought to be, inherently *less,* we are — thought to be — at a disadvantage..." "Are you now." "Yes —“ "Because of your 'dirty blood.' Mm? Your *filthy* —“ "No, I —“ Lucius slips his hand down to rest at the edge of her curvaceous clavicle. He lets his fingers encircle the base of her throat, thumb and fingertips touching the pulse on each side. It's a gentle hold, only a little threatening. "Shh, my dear." Hermione nods, or perhaps she is only stretching her neck for air. "Do you *like* being a *lesser* witch? No?" He laughs — and doesn't release his hand, even when she grasps at it. "Wait, Hermione. Wait, now."Spellbound by rachels_memories
@rachels-memories.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 5:30 AM

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‘Cousin’ in Scene of the Crime

started pacing. "Tell me what happened to your Gryffindor goons." "What? You know what happened." "I know my wife's cousin is making time with some Dementors, I know *that.* And I know Potter —" "Is dead." "I know that, too. Are we mourning him, cher?" "Lily..." "Yes?" "Casts a... long shadow..." I stopped pacing. I stopped to study him. To — look him over. Look *into* him. "You never told me you were still in love with her." "Lucius —“ "You're making me wonder if you truly *do* need to be punished." He made some kind of strangled noise, some *needy* noise. "Tell me. Tell me everything. You must."Scene of the Crime by rachels_memories LUCIUS IS A LIBERTINE OF THE HIGHEST ORDER, SO IT MAKES PERFECT SENSE FOR HIM TO ABDUCT AND RESTRAIN HIS DISENCHANTED FRIEND AT THE MANOR. AFTER ALL, DESPERATE TIMES CALL FOR DESPERATE MEASURES AND LUCIUS IS DESPERATE TO RECONCILE WITH HIS OLD SCHOOLMATE, SEVERUS.
@rachels-memories.bsky.socialOct 11, 2026, 5:27 AM

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‘Cousins’ in Blood Work

No one would accuse her of frivolity. Of refinement? Certainly. Reserve? Absolutely. Even reticence. But when Narcissa Black deigned to speak, people listened. To compare Narcissa with her familial contemporaries would be a study in stark contrasts. Bella was manic, Narcissa was poised. Andromeda, at the least, a blood traitor, Narcissa, a right and proper Black. Her nearest cousins were unhinged and untried, but Narcissa was studied, observant. Narcissa had *control.* Even then. She learned, early on, the power of control — that control *is* power. That there were many ways she could wield that power to get what she wanted. She could, for example, acquire and keep the most deleterious secrets. Secrets people would pay for, and pay dearly. She could be — and would be — quite brave, as brave as any Gryffindor mongrel, and as sharp as any Ravenclaw. At times, she seemed more Slytherin than Slytherin, and that was saying something. She was nothing like a Hufflepuff. But what did Narcissa, ultimately, want? People will ask that about a perceived enigma.Blood Work by rachels_memories While many mistake quiet for acquiescence or weakness, Narcissa was not weak. She would never be weak.
@rachels-memories.bsky.socialOct 8, 2026, 6:26 AM

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A ‘lizard’ is a ‘snake’ in The Dreamer and the Dreamed

Lucius makes an appearance at the Yule Ball under duress. No, that's a lie — two lies, in fact. That whole thing is a lie. First of all, Lucius doesn't so much make an appearance as he skulks around the festive edges, sneering at the students in their dress robes. And secondly, the duress is only a performative protest. While Severus is *required* to attend, supposedly for academic reasons, Lucius has *other* reasons. Namely, Granger. He can see her, and he can prove to himself that the Slytherin dungeon was nothing, just a fanciful anomaly, a random Gryffindor in the snake pit, a forbidden fruit — *delicious* fruit, ripe and ready to be plucked — No. There will be no plucking and no fruit. This is what Lucius tells himself. But he is a known liar.The Dreamer and the Dreamed by rachels_memories
@rachels-memories.bsky.socialOct 8, 2026, 6:23 AM

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An ‘ophidian’ is slithering in for ‘lizard’ in The Unreliable Correspondent

She returned to her clinical examination. "Does it hurt? Right now?" she asked, reaching out a sympathetic hand. (Merlin, was she going to touch it?) "No, Hermione," I lied. Apparently this was the moment when she ceased to be Miss Granger. I drew my sleeve back down to cover the offending ophidian, and my face must have fallen or otherwise contorted because her sympathetic hand was now heading northward to comfort my twisted visage. I caught her arm en route. "No. No. I don't want... that. "I want... this." My hands closed around her soft biceps, traveled up and across her bony shoulders, the sinew of her neck, pausing at the peaks of her cheeks, to tilt her back so I could proceed, with renewed purpose, to kiss her. Lick her mouth, her teeth, to press my thumbs to the indents of her temples, slide my fingers into her curls. Her *wet* curls... What was this? I pulled back to look. More feelings had welled up and were leaking from her eyes. I wondered, in a moment of silent hysterics, whether I should start collecting those tears — perhaps they possessed healing properties, like a Phoenix.The Unreliable Correspondent by rachels_memories
@rachels-memories.bsky.socialOct 7, 2026, 5:32 AM

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‘Comparison’ (‘compare’) in Wizards Without Wands

"BUT, ABRAXAS LOVED YOU?" "I HAVE SAID SO." "IN *THAT* WAY?" "IN EVERY WAY. OH, HE WAS CRUEL AND UNCONCERNED WITH ANY SMALL DISCOMFORT OF MINE. AND I HAD LITTLE OR NOTHING TO COMPARE IT TO. BUT HE — ABRAXAS MADE IT SEEM *RIGHT, * HE MADE IT SEEM... *PROPER.* "AND THERE WAS SIMPLY NO WAY I COULD SEPARATE MY — FEELINGS — FROM HIS CRUELTY. IT *WAS* CONFUSING. HE CAME TO ME THAT NIGHT. HE DIDN'T SAY, 'YOU ARE MINE NOW, YOU BELONG TO THE FAMILY. YOU WILL BECOME ADEPT IN ALL FORMS OF THE DARK ARTS, AND WORK TO CHAMPION THE FAMILY IN THE WORLD AT LARGE.’” "MAYBE HE *DID* SAY IT...?" "YES, YES, MY DARLING BOY." "BUT HE HURT YOU, COERCED YOU." LUCIUS COCKED HIS HEAD TO THE SIDE. "DID HE? OR DID HE JUST MAKE ME INTO THE MAN I WAS MEANT TO BE?"Wizards Without Wands by rachels_memories a sequel to The Ribbon Gift
@rachels-memories.bsky.socialOct 5, 2026, 6:10 AM

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‘Wall’ in My Dearly Demented

It's a hidden brick-front and she realizes he's cancelling its wards. He doesn't lead her upstairs to any rooms. Instead, he stops right there in the vestibule and, in a bit of pitch black magic, Rose's back is against the wall. He's too close for her to reach her wand, even if she wanted to, as if that would do anything. But maybe a nice shove to the chest — That doesn't do anything, either. "Sir, wait —“ "For what?" His hand is in her hair — at her mouth, his fingers making her lips feel thick and lewd and strange and — He is broad and heavy and her arms are in the wrong position to do anything about it. He's holding her bodily to the wall, there's nothing she *can* do, except smell her own pomade in his hair, feel the fine weave of his fancy robes, feel *him* underneath them — "You say you want to be touched. And you want *me* to do the touching. You *begged* me —“ It's true. She did beg. She's begging now.My Dearly Demented by rachels_memories
@rachels-memories.bsky.socialOct 5, 2026, 6:07 AM

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‘Wall’ in The Tower Room

I sit, and make another ocular pass around the room. At the far wall, several tall bookcases are filled, I suppose, with medical texts. To one side, an armchair sits behind a chaise and I wonder if Dr. Marvela is a Freudian psychoanalyst as well as a psychiatrist. I shouldn't, but l can, imagine Lucius draped dramatically over that couch, but I can't imagine him hung up with transference for the doctor or regressing to some childhood trauma. "Now, Miss Granger, how is every little thing? Are you enjoying your new responsibilities here at The Institute?" "I am, yes. But —“ "But you must be wondering why I felt it necessary to employ the very public public-address system to get your attention. I've always wanted to do that — it was fun. I wanted to meet you. So, here you are!" He drums his fingers over the papers stacked on his desk. "Now, about your thorny charge, Patient 1954. He hasn't *done* anything to you, has he?" "What do you mean? What kind of thing?" "Hmm... perhaps he has *attacked* you in some way. You can tell me, Miss Granger. We want to protect our employees here at The Institute."The Tower Room by rachels_memories
@rachels-memories.bsky.socialOct 4, 2026, 5:59 AM

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Oops! Spoke too soon. There *is* a ‘contract’ in Truth, Justice, and the Wizarding Way

"You *interrogated* muggleborns, *specifically?*" "I am, I *was* considered adept in that skill." "Muggleborns who looked like me?" "Yes, those especially." (The tormentor and lover of the tormented.) "You see, the idea is," he starts, unable to stop. "Once they have past the point of fighting back, once they know there is no point, then you may proceed to *extract* whatever information might be useful." "Learned helplessness." "Mmm... We all learn it somewhere, don't we?" And that just hangs in the air for several moments. "So, there will be no more muggle torture?" He leans forward, his eyes bright with possibility. “Not if I have you." He draws two slow fingertips along the side of her thigh. Watches the long muscles contract. "Would you *like* to be interrogated for information?"TRUTH, JUSTICE and the WIZARDING WAY by rachels_memories IN WHICH RECOVERY, REFORMATION, AND RECONSTRUCTION ARE NO MATCH FOR WAR-TIME TRAUMA, CHARACTER FLAWS, AND GHOSTS OF FATHERS PAST
@rachels-memories.bsky.socialOct 4, 2026, 5:38 AM

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No ‘contracts,’ but here is an ‘arrangement,’ in Scene of the Crime

"So. What have you been doing, I mean besides achieving academic fame. And spurning me. Have you taken any lovers? Who are they?" "Jealous?" I shrugged. "I will tear them apart." "That hardly seems fair," he said, in his familiar churlish fashion. "By the way, Lucius, how was your *wedding*? And how is your *wife*?" "You don't need to be jealous of my wife." "No? Of whom shall I be jealous, then?" Of course, he hadn't attended my wedding so he wouldn't know how my wife was, or wasn't, and he wouldn't know about any arrangement Narcissa and I might have made. Besides, why should I reveal such marital flotsam to him? Jealous Severus was a delicious flavor hitherto unknown to me. A flavor I wanted to taste again.SCENE of the CRIME by rachels_memories LUCIUS IS A LIBERTINE OF THE HIGHEST ORDER, SO IT MAKES PERFECT SENSE FOR HIM TO ABDUCT AND RESTRAIN HIS DISENCHANTED FRIEND AT THE MANOR. AFTER ALL, DESPERATE TIMES CALL FOR DESPERATE MEASURES AND LUCIUS IS DESPERATE TO RECONCILE WITH HIS OLD SCHOOLMATE, SEVERUS.
@rachels-memories.bsky.socialOct 3, 2026, 5:18 AM

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‘Petal’ in Renouncing the Old Ways

She squeaked and kicked me in the ribs. I grinned and made my way back up to her side. "I — everything feels so... *different*." *You* are different. You are *perfect* — my blooming rose." She ignored my tender sentimentalism. "What — different?" "Not everyone can be a blooming rose — *Rose.*" She huffed and kicked me again, this time connecting with my shin. "I'm *not* saying anything is wrong, only different — everyone is different, Rose." "What *are* you saying!" I licked my lips and panicked a little. "Answer me!" "Well, I — some girls, women, some *witches*... but *you* — you have glorious petals, Rose." "Keep going —“ "There is a lot of *variation* in the world," I said, and raised my brows, hopefully. She was frowning. I was sweating. "So it's normal that I have...’petals'?" "Normal? I don't subscribe to such concepts. What you have is pertect."RENOUNCING the OLD WAYS by rachels_memories ROSE GRANGER-WEASLEY MAY GIGGLE ABOUT PUREBLOOD CUSTOMS, BUT SHE WONDERS ABOUT HER OWN PATERNITY, AND AS CUSTOM WOULD HAVE IT, SHE CLIMBS UP THE FAMILY TREE.
@rachels-memories.bsky.socialOct 1, 2026, 6:12 AM

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‘Wound’ in place of ‘injury’ in Scene of the Crime

"For a long time, it seemed prudent for me to behave as if I didn't *want* to see you, that I didn't *need* your company. To behave as if I was simply too wounded by your act of — ''Parricide?" "Yes, that. Too wounded to desire you, or to need your touch. I became — *invested* in the idea, and then *reinvested.* And I was afraid that your friendship, your attention would be-" "Reciprocated?" "*False.* And reciprocated." "Mm." "Even though I knew — I *know* — that you did what you did —“ "The parricide." "Yes. You did that out of...you you did it because you — *care.*" I laughed, but it came out like a nervous sigh. "So, you've found me out at last," I said, only partially in jest. I was afraid he was going to make some kind of declaration, and I was going to be sick.Scene of the Crime by rachels_memories LUCIUS IS A LIBERTINE OF THE HIGHEST ORDER, SO IT MAKES PERFECT SENSE FOR HIM TO ABDUCT AND RESTRAIN HIS DISENCHANTED FRIEND AT THE MANOR. AFTER ALL, DESPERATE TIMES CALL FOR DESPERATE MEASURES AND LUCIUS IS DESPERATE TO RECONCILE WITH HIS OLD SCHOOLMATE, SEVERUS.
@rachels-memories.bsky.socialSep 30, 2026, 5:33 AM

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‘Guard’ in The Dreamer and the Dreamed

In his courting days, when Lucius had entertained musings on this topic, Abraxas had dismissed them outright. {“You were expecting hearts and flowers, son? A deep bond of souls? You are lucky to have secured a match with the House of Black at all." {“Father, I just thought — maybe you and —" {"Don't be ridiculous, Lucius. You've just been reading too many romantic texts — *ancient* romantic texts."} So rare and ancient, the magical soul bond, it would be unattainable for Lucius and his *wife.* But now, this mud-blood, *she* reaches across the chasm and sinks her lovely little claws in. There is no window in Lucius' cell, but perhaps that's the most tender of mercies. The dim light that does reach him comes from the corridor where his guards spend a generous amount of time deriding him verbally, and slicing and dicing him physically — ‘Look, Lewy, these Death Eaters bleed like anyone else.' In fact, some of us bleed a superior red, Lucius thinks. But he thinks it quietly.The Dreamer and the Dreamed by rachels_memories
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