Pansy wasn’t above imposing herself on people. In fact, her relationship with Tristan was a constant imposition of herself and her bad temperament on his person at her whim, day or night. It was not a large leap to impose herself on him and his pet houseguest. Especially since said pet houseguest had a plant that was very likely more bloodthirsty ( Read more... )

[This is a bit in the making but hey, it's here :) ]Lavender’s head fell back against the pillow with a sigh. She knew her hair was a mess, sticking up in odd places, and she knew for a fact that her face was most likely flushed with pink, but she could not care less. A content smile tugged at her lips as she tried to catch her breath ( Read more... )

The early signs of spring were beginning to show, fresh green shoots coming up from the ground and slowly filling out the trees. It was a hopeful time of year with new life all around, which seemed fitting as Cassie made her way across the grounds to the moor. She was feeling hopeful, too ( Read more... )

Though he’d neither seen nor heard anything from her in over a month, Tristan didn’t think more than twice about dropping in on Pansy at Beaumaris unannounced. It wasn’t as if she could be up to anything she considered truly engaging, as he’d not had word of her being incarcerated, nor of any buildings or persons having been catastrophically ( Read more... )

Rising early was a long-ingrained habit, and the sun was still low in the sky when Miles first opened his eyes. The presence of Regan’s warm body next to him was a compelling reason not to leave the bed just yet though, and he’d set about rousing his lover with soft kisses and the light brush of his hands over her skin. Curled around her as he ( Read more... )

Christmas with Tristan, Regan, and Lisa - check back soon-ish!

True to her word, Auror Jones sent word just before Christmas that Dragonwood and the Travers vault had been returned to Lisa’s custody. Lisa knew what the owl’s note said the moment Bas brought it to her, and the mix of emotions stirred by the news kept her to her room for most of the morning. There was much good to be found in the criminal ( Read more... )

Perhaps it was the length of time he'd spent motionless while at Waverly, or perhaps only a surfeit of agitation at himself and the abiding inability to rest, but though he'd never been inclined before, Tristan often found himself pacing, of late. Lisa had arranged to meet Romilda at the Ministry to discuss her case, and as he'd agreed to the role ( Read more... )

It had been a surreal couple of days. She woke several times that first night, each time having to calm herself and remember where she was, that she was safe. When she finally gave up on trying to sleep, Lisa washed herself and cast a cleansing charm on her clothing, but there were things she required which were not likely to be found in a ( Read more... )

It was very late. The hospital was still and quiet, and Lisa knew this was her chance. She had to go now, before her father returned in the morning with some shady healer ready to sign her freedom away for a bag full of galleons. Knowing and doing were not the same thing, though. Her body ached as she tried to climb from the bed; freshly ( Read more... )