Oh god. He’s too much.

ashleighntaylor:

@Anyone, since Astoria is nonexistent.

Draco stalked back into the Slytherin common room with a visible scowl on his face. He didn’t want to talk to anyone that night, but he couldn’t possibly go to bed either, could he? No, the dreams would haunt him… He took a seat by the fireplace, glaring at every classmate that dared to approached him. 

dora—tonks:

You’re right, glad to know you aren’t a complete idiot.

I’m sorry..does it bother you to remember that your aunt is my mother? Yes? How about the fact that your other aunt is a raging lunatic with an anti-brushing fetish?

Don’t get me wrong, I despise your mother, but if you utter a word about mine, I’ll hex you silly.

"True.
Sometimes you're just less.. abrasive."
asked by hestia-carrow

Well, isn’t that a nice way to put it.

dora—tonks:

malfoymayhem:

dora—tonks:

malfoymayhem replied to your post: ‘Wotcher’, Nymphadora.

I said: Nymph. A. Dor. A. Clear enough yet, hm?

I wonder if it’ll be too clear when I curse your ass all the way home to your loving father? Do. Not. Call. Me. THAT.

I’m afraid habits are a challenge to break, Nymphadora. It sounds better than that drab nickname you go by anyway. But how would a foolish werewolf lover know that? Sorry, Nymphadora, it looks like I’ve overestimated you.

Malfoy, its either Tonks or you’ll have no voice to call me anything. Just because we are technically family does not mean you can test me. I daresay my “nickname” is a lot better sounding than the things I hear they call you at school. Don’t bring him into this. Do. not. go. there.

Well then, Tonks, I’m only calling you that for this occasion because you claimed that I wouldn’t have a ‘voice’ if I didn’t. So here: we are not family. Not. At. All. 

Do. Not. Go. There.

"ah, you're in that mood."
asked by hestia-carrow

When was I not?

"Haven't seen you around much lately, Malfoy."
asked by hestia-carrow

I have no intentions of seeing people in general as of now.

dora—tonks:

malfoymayhem replied to your post: ‘Wotcher’, Nymphadora.

I said: Nymph. A. Dor. A. Clear enough yet, hm?

I wonder if it’ll be too clear when I curse your ass all the way home to your loving father? Do. Not. Call. Me. THAT.

I’m afraid habits are a challenge to break, Nymphadora. It sounds better than that drab nickname you go by anyway. But how would a foolish werewolf lover know that? Sorry, Nymphadora, it looks like I’ve overestimated you.