Fandom Hogwarts 1x1 RP w/ _anubis_

[Lumpkinz11]

"Me? Oh, I was planning on the highly ambitious and adventurous task of—” he made a grand sweeping gesture as if unveiling a dramatic performance, “—perfecting my latest joke for the shop!” Convincing himself he was being more playful than sincere, he added, “Might just involve a few Potions ingredients and—” he stopped abruptly, an absurd smile gracing his lips. “Oh, you know, a little chaos mixed in.”

He felt something inside him loosen. For the first time in what felt like ages, the familiar weight of his own worries seemed to lift, leaving only the intoxicating sensation of hope lingering between them.​

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Elara hesitated a moment longer, her eyes exploring the contours of Draco’s features. The usual smugness that was so synonymous with him had softened, replaced by an intriguing vulnerability. “I think… maybe I’m curious,” she replied, allowing her words to sit between them like a fragile bridge. “Everyone seems so convinced of who you are supposed to be, but I can’t help but wonder what’s beneath all of that.” There was honesty in her tone, her heart racing yet again as she leaned in slightly, eager to understand this layer of Draco that felt so foreign yet enticing.

With more whisperings of Voldemort's rise, and the amount of times Draco was missing from classes, it was hard to not point fingers. Everyone knew, or had at least heard, of Draco’s father’s reputation. As a suspected Death Eater, everyone had assumed Draco was following in his father’s footsteps. Elara had always liked Draco, and felt she could see through the rumors, into the heart of this blonde boy who had stolen hers. ​

 

[_anubis_]

ℂ𝕠𝕣𝕒 𝕎𝕪𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕖

"Oh that sounds lovely! Perhaps you'll share some of those with me once you've imagined them up," Cora replied, giggling softly as the two of them conversed. There was simply something about his playful manner that pulled on her heartstrings so deep. Perhaps it was because his personality seemed to perfectly offset hers, sometimes it was easy for her to fall into a dreary state, but with him it was impossible. "I suppose I will be spending a bit more time with giggles and then retreat to bed. I'm getting up a bit earlier tomorrow morning to get a head start on restock. That way I can have a bit more of my evening to myself, or perhaps to you." The woman purred, sending Fred a wink that was a bit more flirtatious than usual.

Soon the both of their plates were empty and their server came by with the bill. "Remember I said my treat." She hummed as she pulled out a couple gallons out of her wallet, leaving a decent tip for their server as well. "This was such a lovely time Fred, thank you for coming with me." The woman said, looking up at him with a wide smile. It had been quite some time since she had been able to escape from reality, but Fred offered her that sense of peace. It was something she certainly didn't want to loose.

𝔻𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕠 𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕗𝕠𝕪

Draco smiled gently as he listened to Elara, watching her expression rather carefully. "I'm glad that you think I am more than all the talk that the others like to say about me. I must say that some of it is true, but there is a layer there that most wouldn't even think of. I truly am not as cold hearted as I seem, I'm rather thrilled that you can see through all of that. It is a wonderful quality." The Slytherin replied, opting to choose his words carefully. He didn't want to lie and say that he wasn't something that he is, so he simply elected to skirt over those details. The more she knew the easier it would be for her to get hurt and he wasn't sure he could bear to see that.

"I must say that I am glad I chose to help you today, I am man enough to admit I have wanted to speak with you for quite some time." He purred, gently looking her up and down as he did so. The male didn't want to come outright with his feelings quite yet, but he was keen on at least somewhat speaking it into existence. He couldn't hide from it forever, she was far too gorgeous to let go. ​

 

[Lumpkinz11]

Fred Weasley leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile still dancing on his lips, as he watched Cora with fascination. Her laughter chimed like a sweet melody, each note brightening the atmosphere of the small pub, which had begun to clear out slowly. This evening felt different, unencumbered by the usual weight of obligations and responsibilities that typically hounded Fred.

As Cora spoke, her voice wrapping around him like a warm cloak, he couldn’t help but notice the subtle way she illuminated the room. There was an effortless charm about her, with an air of captivating confidence that pulled him closer. It was a delightful reminder of the lightness that life could hold, especially after everything they had endured.

“Oh, of course! My next big idea will involve more ticklish shoelaces,” he quipped, his eyes glinting mischievously. He held her gaze, knowing that beneath their jesting was - hopefully - a deeper connection.

As the server approached, Fred felt a twinge of hesitation. He didn’t want this evening to end. The fleeting moments they had together felt too precious to lose. He watched Cora pull out her galleons, a sense of admiration swelling in him. That gesture, so effortlessly generous, served to remind him of the depth of her character—the sweetness that was now interwoven with his heart.

“Oh, but I was going to treat you! It was part of my elaborate plan to woo you!” he bantered, his voice laced with playful faux indignation. The banter hid the depth of his emotions as he leaned forward slightly, a conspiratorial grin spreading across his face. “How could I possibly compete with your charm if you outdo me with galleons?”

“Thank you,” he added, his tone genuine, looking away briefly to return his gaze to hers.
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His words sunk deep within her, igniting a warmth that spread from her chest to her fingertips. "Not as cold-hearted as you seem," she echoed softly, her heart echoing the pulse of hope. How could he possess such a complex blend of confidence and vulnerability? The two facets of his character seemed so separate, so difficult to reconcile until now.

“I’ve wanted to speak with you too,” Elara found herself saying, the admission spilling out before she could second-guess it. “You’ve always felt… distant, but I’ve never understood why.” As she spoke, she deliberately avoided his gaze, feigning interest in a nearby tapestry depicting a lavish banquet from centuries past. Daring to glance back, she found Draco studying her intently, his silver eyes glimmering like polished steel.

Forcing herself to keep her voice steady, she asked, “What are you so afraid of, Draco?” She waited, breathless for his response. Perhaps it was bold for her to ask, yet the genuine curiosity that imbued her question made her heart race even more.​