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Surprisingly dark and layered, 2003′s underrated Peter Pan movie is my favorite Pan story. Please read and watch the movie (instead of the awful 2015′s Pan ;) )!

The best Peter Pan film is the one you’ve forgotten about

Look even a little past the surface, and Peter Pan is revealed as the tragic figure he is at heart. Yet only one version of the story has really acknowledged this. Not coincidentally, it’s by far the best one: P.J. Hogan’s 2003 film Peter Pan.

The Peter Pan of this film (Jeremy Sumpter) is a wounded creature. Like many troubled children, he reacts with hostility and violence when attacked, though the dangers that set him off here aren’t the physical kind posed by Captain Hook, but emotional ones that are threatening in their adultness. The film sees through his familiar traits, revealing his trademark cockiness and mischievousness as masks over underlying pain. When claims he wants only to be a boy and have fun, Wendy calls bullshit: “I think it is your biggest pretend.”

Remember that Pan’s ability to fly is contingent on not just fairy dust, but optimism; if he lets unhappy thoughts into his head, he will quite literally fall. This doesn’t result in a joyful character, but one in denial. When he plays a kind of word association game, pairing “jealousy” with Tinker Bell and “anger” with Hook, he claims ignorance at the word “love,” hissing that “the sound of it offends me.” While it’s never underlined in close-up, there’s a scar running across Sumpter’s heart.

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Fuck, marry, kill- Ratliff edition

If you have to choose one of the Ratliff men for each action above, what would it be?

Here are my choices:

Fuck Tim. I mean, take a look at this dandified wealthy daddy- can't forget his nice cock. Besides, I think that man needs to unload a lot of pain, sorrow and tension into something. Or someone. And don't give this man a gun!

Marry Saxon. For me it's clear as sun because he's the most attractive one. Also, after his brotherly trauma he might finally get his shit together. Maybe fixing his dad's finances will make him the cast-iron bum Alpha he should be. So yeah, I want these family jewels next to me.

Kill Lochlan. No doubt he is cute, kind and sensitive, but drugs or no drugs- you shouldn't have sex with your siblings! I know that family got issues but no monk will help him with his beyond the pale sexual desires. Sorry but once you eat the forbidden fruit you get punished.

Feel free to comment your choices :)

Right in front of his kids- from episode 4

HIDE OR SEEK.

Ladies and gentlemen, I hereby present to you Timothy Ratliff/Jason Isaacs, in all his glory.

Happy birthday Jason Isaacs!! <3

Happy birthday Jason Isaacs!

Live long and prosper

I need a movie with Jason Isaacs and Mads Mikkelsen, pretty pretty please

YES!!

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WE NEED JASON ISAACS IN PEAKY BLINDERS.

And we need It NOW.

*_*

About once a year I revisit Event Horizon. I love this movie, but each time is for a different reason. Sometimes because it's a ridiculous horror. Sometimes because it's a great horror. Because I love the actors in it. Because the Lewis and Clark's bridge set was NOT designed with the approach to the Event Horizon in mind.

This last time when I watched it I noticed the cinematography. This movie was definitely written and budgeted to be a crappy summer film, yet there was a beautifully effective dolly zoom when Weir was in the tunnels. It helped demarcate the line between "this ship is old and malfunctioning" and "this ship is haunted". It set the tone for the rest of the visions the crew experienced. I've tried for years to recapture the terror in that scene.

A Cure for Wellness by Gore Verbinski (2016)

Patriot is criminally underrated and needs a bigger fandom.

Two Of My Favourites ❤️🥵

My heart is a two pieces world, half belongs to the old Classic man to the UK, the other half is owned by the wild country man to the USA.

Jason Derulo Concert 😌❤️ Offical Video

Very tough choice but, for me, it would have to be Jackson Brodie.

If you had to be stuck in quarantine with one of these characters, who would you pick?

Jackson Brodie x OFC

Based on Jason Isaacs’ portrayal of Jackson Brodie in the BBC adaptation of Kate Atkinson’s ‘When Will There Be Good News?”

Summary: Jackson accidentally declares his love to OFC after being in a train crash. Inspired by the interaction between Jackson and Louise in the BBC adaptation. 

Rachel sat by the hospital bed, watching him sleep. His breathing was shallow and barely audible over the humming and beeping of machines. She hated hospitals, always had, and avoided them whenever possible. The smell, the endless people milling around, it reminded her of things she would rather forget but never could. She closed her eyes tightly, as if trying to force the memories back into the past and returned her gaze to Jackson. He had a large dressing on his forearm, a smaller one on the side of his head, numerous cuts and grazes to his face and what looked like extensive bruising on his chest. The doctors had assured her that it looked worse than it actually was; a fairly nasty head injury and a couple of broken ribs but he was going to be ok. Thank god.

He wasn’t even supposed to be here. He was supposed to be in Scotland for at least another couple of days. She had been working late and had missed his call. He had left her a message. “Hi, it’s me. Hope you’re ok. Look, I’m heading back early and……erm…… I  wondered if you were free this evening…… for a drink or……meal…….or…..erm………well, you’re obviously not free……. probably working …… erm…… I should be back by 8, I’ll try you again then………bye.” She had smiled to herself, he was absolutely shocking at speaking on the phone, and checked the time, 9.15pm. Strange, there had been no other missed call or message. Looking at the pile of paperwork still on her desk, she had decided it could wait until tomorrow and dialled his number while shutting down her computer and switching off her lamp. No answer. She had tried again while heading to her car, still nothing. Maybe he had got caught in traffic, or just changed his mind. Just as she was about to set off for home, her phone had rang. It was an unknown number. “Hello?”

“Hello, is that Rachel Morgan?”

“Speaking, can I ask who is calling?”

“I’m calling from St. Thomas’s Hospital; do you know a man by the name of Jackson Brodie?”

Her stomach had lurched, there was a pounding in her ears, her hands began to shake.“Yes”

“He asked us to call you and we found your number in his phone. I’m afraid he’s been involved in an accident…….”

She hadn't  heard the rest, she had dropped the phone and headed straight to the hospital.

Jackson suddenly let out a low moan and started to stir, pulling her back to the present. His eyes opened slightly, and he turned his head towards her. She leant forward in the chair and gently laid her hand over his, “Hey, it’s about time you joined me. It’s bad manners to keep a lady waiting you know?” He squeezed her hand and a small smile flickered at the corner of his mouth. “How are you feeling?” 

Jackson frowned “Where…?” His breath caught in his throat and he looked confused. 

“You’ve been in an accident. I’m told you picked a fight with a train and, apparently, you didn’t come out of it on top. You’re in hospital” He closed his eyes again and grimaced “Are you in pain?” She stood up and leant over him to press the call button for a nurse. 

He opened his eyes again, struggling to focus on her face as he groggily said, “You’re so beautiful”.

She raised her eyebrows and smiled. She reached down and gently stroked his face with her fingertips, careful to avoid the cuts and bruises. “They said you had hit your head; I didn’t realise it you’d hit it that hard…”. Sitting back down on the chair, she saw him close his eyes again and watched his chest rise and fall as he took deep, laboured breaths, struggling for air, pain etched onto his face. She slipped her hand into his and held it tightly “It’s ok Jackson, take it easy. You’re ok. I’m here”  

His expression relaxed and his breathing began to ease. He looked directly at her, just for a moment, gripped her hand and muttered “I love you” before he closed his eyes and his breathing became shallow again. 

She hadn’t expected that. She was shocked, it felt like the rug had been pulled out from under her. 

Just then the nurse entered the room “Everything OK?” 

“What? Oh, sorry, he came round…….he was talking…..just for a moment….he was in pain and struggling to breathe….” 

The nurse walked over and Rachel let go of Jackson’s hand, rising from the chair and stepping aside and out of the way. She watched as the nurse checked his over and her sight became blurred. She couldn’t breathe, she panicked and left.

She almost ran out of the hospital. This wasn’t what she signed up for. She didn’t have serious relationships, in fact up until recently she didn’t really have relationships of any description, serious or otherwise. She had met Jackson during a case a few months ago and he had made an impression on her from the start. As an ex-policeman turned private investigator, he should have been of immense irritation to her, like he was to pretty much all of her colleagues. She had heard rumours about him, both before he left the force and afterwards, but she always preferred to make up her own mind about people instead of listening to idle gossip. Besides, he had interested her. There was something about him that made her want to get to know him better and apparently the feeling was mutual. When the case was over, he had asked her if she would like to go for a drink and she had accepted. She hadn’t planned for anything to come of it, but she had liked him in spite of herself and it became a regular thing. It hadn't taken long for them to take the leap from friendly banter over drinks to something much more. Sure, they were getting on well; he was nice, he didn't place any expectations on her and seemed to accept her for who she was which was a miracle in itself, really. But she had made it clear that she couldn’t offer him anything serious and he had said the same. She thought he was ok with how things were, that they were on the same page. Now he was saying that he loved her. She got into her car and took a deep breath. Maybe it was just the accident, or the medication. He was really groggy. He probably didn’t even know who she was……… But what if it was the truth? What if he did love her? Oh Fuck, what if she was falling for him as well? What then?

She looked back towards the hospital and thought of him lying there broken. A tear came to her eye and she turned the key in the ignition and drove away.

*

Bloody bike. She absolutely loved the freedom she felt while she was riding it, but maintaining the damn thing was a nightmare. The carburettor needed cleaning along with some other minor jobs, so she put her playlist on and got to work. She had spent a lot of time working on it over the past couple of days, it helped her think. The thing with Jackson at the hospital had floored her and she had handled it badly. That was three days ago. She had called the hospital every day to find out how he was but had not visited or contacted him directly. That was really shitty even by her standards. They didn’t live in each other’s pockets by any means, but she had missed him while he was away in Scotland and when she had received the phone call from the hospital, she had been terrified that she was going to lose him and now she probably had anyway. Why would he be interested in her now? Maybe it was for the best, she was a mess and he deserved better. 

Never the less, she couldn’t get him out of her mind. She felt bad for how she had treated him, she had behaved disgracefully and the very least he deserved was an apology. So, she resolved to finish up with the bike, clean herself up and go and see him. Although, that was assuming he even wanted to see her and why would he? Even if he did, what the hell was she going to say to him? ‘I’m sorry I bailed on you when you were seriously injured in hospital, but…..’ But what? What could possibly excuse that? She wasn’t concentrating and caught the back of her forearm on a sharp bit of metal “Bollocks!” Pulling her arm away sharply, there were already droplets of red falling from the deep gash and dripping onto the floor “Well, that’s just brilliant.” 

Just then, there was a knock at the door. Great timing whoever that is, “Hang on a sec…” she called as she scrabbled up from the floor and looked for something to wrap around the cut, finding only a stray sock on the radiator. Well, it would have to do, at least it was most likely clean.

She got to the door, almost falling over her cat on the way, and opened it to find Jackson on the doorstep. He seemed a little surprised to have been confronted by a grease-covered Rachel, spanner in hand, with AC/DC echoing through the hall. But not as surprised as she was to see him. He should still be in hospital. His left arm was in a sling and his face was mottled with bruising. He looked exhausted. “Jackson, Hi. Are you……..How are you?”

“Yeah, I’m good” He seemed guarded, anxious. “I was just wondering…”

“Wondering about what?”

His gaze shifted to the side. “The hospital. I remember you being there, then you weren’t. Did something happen? Did I…….?”

She didn’t know what to say. He knew that something happened but not what. Maybe it was better to keep it that way. “No… nothing happened. I just………I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have……I should have…..”

Jackson stepped forward and looked directly at her, holding her gaze. “Rachel, I may not know what happened, but I know something did. You were with me…..then I woke up again and you were gone and I haven’t heard from you since. Call me paranoid but……..Did I……say something?” he said, with a slight quiver in his voice.

She paused for a moment, considering what to say. “You were pretty out of it...I mean, you had been in a train crash, obviously you were out of it……you said, well…..you told me you loved me.”

Jackson suddenly seemed vulnerable. His eyes watered and he looked away, slowly nodding his head before quietly saying “Right, well, not exactly how I had planned to handle it.”

Rachel gasped in mock surprise “Jackson Brodie, you mean to tell me that you actually had a plan?!” He glanced back up at her and smiled briefly before looking away once more. Her own smile faded as she studied him for a moment, considering what he had said and what it meant. “So, it wasn’t just the fact that you had taken on a train and lost then?”

He shook his head and shrugged “No. Well, I didn’t mean to say it….not like that”

“You didn’t mean to say it, but you meant it?”

“Yes, I did… I do”

She bit her lip and shifted her weight from one leg to the other, unsure what to say. It’s true that she hadn’t planned for her relationship with Jackson to become anything serious, but she felt…..how did she feel? She thought back to the journey to the hospital, the panic that threatened to overwhelm her that he would die. The pain at seeing him so badly hurt in the hospital……had she fallen for him too? She guessed there was only one way to find out. “Okay.”  

He looked back at her with a searching expression “Is it?”

She paused for a moment, before smiling “Yes”

He looked down again and nodded before smiling himself “Okay”.

“Do you want to come in?”

“It’s ok, you’re busy. I don’t want to intrude…..” Just then, he looked down at her arm “Your arm……what happened? Are you ok?” 

She looked down and saw that the white sock that she hand wrapped around her forearm was now stained red and blood was dripping onto the floor. “Oh, I caught myself on the bike. It’s fine, really. It’s nothing.’

“It doesn’t look like nothing, let me see.” As he bent forward he seemed to lose his balance and put his hand out to steady himself on the door frame. 

“Jesus. Jackson are you ok?” She dropped the spanner she had been holding and slipped under his arm, wrapping her own arm around his waist to support him. Just in time. He suddenly went deathly pale and looked as if he were about to pass out. She helped him inside and through into the living room, gently lowering him onto the sofa before crouching in front of him and holding his face in her hands “Jackson….Jackson what’s wrong? I’m calling an ambulance….” 

She stood to get her phone out of her pocket but he shook his head  “No….I’m alright”

“You are absolutely not alright. The hospital shouldn’t have let you out so soon….”

He groaned “They didn’t”.

She looked up from her phone, raised her eyebrows and tilted her head to one side “What?”

Jackson leaned forward, resting his head in his hands, and took a deep breath through his nose, holding it for a moment before exhaling through pursed lips. “I kind of checked myself out. I hate hospitals.”

“Jesus Christ Jackson. No one likes hospitals, but they come in pretty handy when you have been in a train crash. Come on, I’m taking you back.”

He reached up and took her hand “No, please Rachel. I’m fine honestly. I just need a minute.”

She looked at him, he really didn’t look fine. In fact, he looked bloody awful. “You need more than just a minute. What the hell were you think……Woah!” Jackson had suddenly pitched forward and she lurched forward and caught him holding him upright with both of her hands on his shoulders. “Ok….I’ve got you. Let’s get you laid down” Rachel slid her hands down his chest and around his back, holding him tightly as she lowered him slowly to the side and then onto his back before lifting each of his legs and resting them on the sofa arm. She then undid the buttons around his collar and as she began to loosen his belt, Jackson let out a small groan and muttered “Steady on, I have just been hit by a train you know?” Although his eyes were closed, a smile spread across his lips.

“You’re an idiot, you know that?”

“It has been pointed out once or twice”

She laughed in spite of herself and shook her head “What the hell am I going to do with you?”

“Well-”

“Don’t answer that. Back in a second” 

She headed to the kitchen to get him a glass of water and contemplated calling an ambulance. He had been in a serious accident and really didn’t seem well but, against her better judgement, she decided against it. She walked back to the living room and found him sitting up, leaning back against the sofa and resting his head against the wall and staring at the ceiling. “Feeling better?”

He slowly sat forward and smiled “Yeah, sorry”

She offered him the glass “It’s ok, I won’t hold it against you. Here, drink this.”

Jackson took the glass and slowly sipped the water as she walked over to the window, opening it wide to let in some fresh air. Behind her, she heard him place the glass down on the table and turned to find him staring at her. “Rachel….are we….I mean, I know you said…..but…”

She walked over to the sofa, sat down next to him, put her finger on his lips and smiled “Shut up Jackson”. She leaned in closer, her hand reaching round to the back of his neck, pulling him towards her until her lips were almost touching his ear and whispered, “I love you too.” 

He inhaled sharply and pulled away. Their eyes met and he cupped her cheek in his hand as he kissed her lips, her cheek, her jaw, then her neck as he held her tightly against him. His breathing rapid, his hands, searching and hungry, she whispered into his ear once more “And now, I’m taking you back to the hospital.”  

Fixed ~ L.M

Masterlist

Blurb: it’s a year after the battle of Hogwarts. You’re one of Draco’s closest friends, and you are over at the manor to spend time with Draco. You walk passed the office of Lucius Malfoy and see him holding his broken wand, a numb expression on his facial features. Your family were known to have special abilities, so you decide to put yours to good use.

(Reader is female) (gif/image not mine)

Your hand reached forward to knock on the elegant door of Malfoy Manor, letting your presence be known. Draco opened the door as he was expecting you. “Hey, come in!” He smiled, happy to see you. You stepped inside and pull him into a hug. His arms wrapped around your shoulders without hesitation, like it was muscle memory for him. “Hello, Blondie” you joked and you heard him scoff, but you knew he found if amusing. “C’mon, Let’s go to the library!” He said, and you both eagerly started walking to the most common room you both hung out in. “I, brought a new record for us to listen to” you said, lightly taping the bag you had brought along. Draco’s eyes snapped to yours and his smile got brighter. After everything that happened in the war, the two of you stuck by each other. Always ready to embrace and share thoughts, feelings and concerns. You both found reading and music, helped you both cope with the events that occurred. You smiled back at him, feeling just as joyful as he.

As you both got comfortable on your usual sofa, by the fire place. With the new record playing, books of your choice in your hands, wrapped in blankets you gifted each other last Christmas. Both custom made to make them extra special, kept you both warm as you read. The only talking that occurred was when something happened in your books that you needed to share with each other. “(Y/N)! He finished the first quest of his journey!” He littered your shoulder with rapid, light taps. Your eyes looked at his book and read the title. “Oh cool! The book gets SO much better now, trust me!” You read the book before and loved it to pieces. You were happy to know now you guys could rant about the book together once he was done. “Hey, I’m just going to the bathroom. Be right back!” You explain, getting up and fixing your skirt as you did so. Draco nodded with a ‘mhm’, too focused on the book. You left the room and headed to the nearest bathroom, walking right in and locking the door. You relieved yourself and went to wash your hands. As you did you looked in the mirror to see how you looked, and you smiled. Your cheeks were a little red from being warm by the fire and you looked relaxed, which was a huge improvement. Considering how long it took for you to be able to be the level of content you currently were compared to a year ago. You were honestly proud of yourself and Draco, who you could also see a huge difference within his demeanour. He was smiling a lot more and his guard was down, which always brought an even bigger smile to yours.

You were done washing your hands, so you left and headed back down the hallway. You walked by many rooms, but one had its door slightly ajar. You swallowed, now slightly nervous. It was Lucius Malfoy’s office, which you had only been in if it was serious. The last time you were in there was when you had gotten your Dark Mark, you subconsciously grabbed your left arm where the mark was faded, and was still fading. In no time it would be reduced to nothing but a scar. Your curiosity got the best of you and you had a small peak in, and the sight made your heart sink to your stomach. The former Death Eater, sat at his desk with his broken wand in his hands. His face was blank as he stared at the two pieces, you knew it was ethically wrong to even think of doing so. But you used Legilimency to find out what was going on in his mind. “What I would give to cast spells again” the thought struck a cord in your heart, you touched your wand in your skirt pocket, and thought about how it would feel to not be able to cast spells again.

You thought about your family and their abilities. Your Mother could fly, which saved a lot of witches and wizards in the war. Your Father had the ability to absorb. He could absorb the strength of a beast, absorb the durability of any metal and use it to his will. Your Brother’s was sonic scream, he could break glass all the way in Australia from the United Kingdom. You had the ability to Heal, at the beginning you hated it for it was, in your eyes “Lame”. But once you mastered it, you grew to love it. The last time you used it, was to heal the Death Eaters after the events of the Tri Wizard Tournament and after the failed attempt at getting the prophecy. So you were nervous to use it after all this time, but you were ready to give it a shot.

You knocked on the door and waited for acceptance from Lucius. “Enter” you heard a draw shut and you entered. There he sat, acting like he was going over paper work. Which saddened you more. “Ah, Miss (Y/N). What can I help you with?” You could tell his smile was fake and forced. You had a small one resting on yours. “Well, I don’t mean to invalidate your privacy Mr Malfoy. But I know what happened just now, that isn’t paper work” the colour drained from his face, fear and worry paint it’s way on to his facial features. “No need to worry Mr Malfoy, I’m here to help” he now grew confused, his hands gripped the arms of his armchair. “W-what? Help…me?” You nodded, he became frustrated. “Why would you help me?!” His face held disgust, in himself. He thought, he was meant to have the bad mistakes he made, be a reminder of how horrible of a man he was. “Mr Malfoy, you and I both know that you may have made horrible choices in your life. But you did them to protect your family and those you care deeply for. So let me help you.” You spoke calmly, not to provoke any negative reactions from the Malfoy. You reached your hand out, a small “please” came from your lips. He looked around the room, looking no where in particular. “What if it doesn’t work?” He gripped the draws handle, “then you move on, and be grateful that we tried” he sighed, opening the draw and grabbing the wand pieces. You moved your fingers in a “give me” motion and the pieces were in your hands. You inspect it, having to observe what you are about to heal being part of your ability. Once you gave the pieces a good look, you placed them down on the desk in front of you. You gave him a look and he nodded. You shut your eyes and let your ability take control of your blood stream. The familiar warmth grew in your fingers and you focused. The light green aura could, could be seen through your closed eyes. The process begun.

You open you eyes and looked at his wands pieces. As you did, they rose off the table and floated in the air. Small sparks flew from the broken edges, magic flowing through them. You smiled, that was a good sign. You breathed deeply and brought your hands together, leading the pieces to come together. As the broken edges met the sparks grew large and strong, causing them to make your powers resistant. But you wouldn’t let them win, you wanted nothing more than to see this mans suffering end and his smile to shine bright once more. Your eyebrows met in a concentrated expression. The room filled in the aura of your ability. “Mr Malfoy, I need you to put your hand on my shoulder because when fixing an object of someone else’s. I need a person connection infused into my ability. Quick!” You instructed and he was by your side in seconds, his right hand rested on your shoulder and your abilities aura grew stronger. It felt like you were going to explode from the sensation. You took a deep breath and with one, single clap the process was complete.

The wand floated down, onto the dark desk. In one piece. You fell back, weak from using your ability after a while of not using it. Lucius caught you and helped you sit on his chair. He got you a glass of water from his drink station and passed it to you. You weakly thanked him, “t-try, cas-casting a… s-spell” you were out of breath and energy. But had enough to see if it worked. He picked it up and inspected it, in shock and hoped it would work.

“Expecto Patronum!” He had the motion and the pronunciation down like it his wand never got broken by Voldemort. The smile that grew on you face was bright and full of pride as an Albino Peacock illuminated the room. His eyes welled up with happy tears and a smile shone as brightly as yours. He was laughing with glee as the animal glided around the room and touched foreheads with the older Malfoy before fading away. Lucius stood there speechless, he turned to you with a dazed look. “It worked” you whispered as you fell unconscious. Lucius put his wand into his pocket, he rushed to your side to see if you were ok. He felt for a pulse and it was there, you were just in need of rest. He picked you up and walked out to the hallway. Narcissa was running with haste down the hall, with a worried expression etched onto her face. “What happened?!” She panted, Lucius answered her with a smile “let’s get her to the guest room, then I shall explain!” He prioritised. She nodded and followed him to the guest room, right next to the library.

Draco came out the door of the library, uttering a “what’s taking her so lo- Father?” He looked at the girl in his fathers hands and raised an eyebrow, “what happened?” He closed the door and walked with his parents into the guest room. Lucius placed her down and made sure she was comfortable. Once sure she was ok, he stepped back and sat down at the end of the bed. He got out his wand and the two gasped. “She didn’t!” Narcissa whispered in shock. A smile was permanent on Lucius’ face, “yes, she did! She saw me playing around with the broken pieces and she was ready to help me, without a second thought.” He looked down at the unconscious girl and smiled “I am forever grateful! I don’t know what to do to thank her” he had a slight look of stress on his face, not knowing how to show his appreciation. Narcissa held his hand and he looked at her in desperation. “Why not hold a dinner for the four of us tonight? in her honour” his body relaxed at the idea. “Perfect! I’ll go get it sorted right now!” He raced out of the room, wanting to waste no time. “He’s not been this happy in a long, long time” Draco smiled, happy to see a change in his Father. “Coke, let her rest” Narcissa beckoned Draco, and they both left the room.

~three hours later~

Your body shone bright green as it self-healed. You opened you eyes and sat up, you were slightly lightheaded from how fast you sat up. So you took a second to collect yourself. You got up and went to the joined bathroom to wash your face to freshen up. As you got out of the bathroom you were met by Narcissa “oh you’re up! Good! How are you?” You had a small smile as you realised it was her. “I’m great, I’m hungry, but I’m great” she grabbed your hands in one hand and placed the other on your chin. “That’s good to hear! Come!” She pulled you out of the room and down the stairs to the dining room. You checked the time quickly and saw it was dinner time.

The doors open and you saw the room decorated in your favourite flowers and colours and a big “thank you” sign hung above. “What’s all this?” You spoke, bashfulness consuming you. Lucius stood from his chair and held a glass in his hand, full of wine. “To thank you for restoring my happiness and giving me a chance to be a better man and Father, so tonight’s dinner is in your honour!” Your cheeks grew a deep red, not used to this kind of attention. Voldemort wouldn’t even thank you, he’d just nod and walk off. So being praised for your ability, was new to you. “You are very welcome Lucius” you sat down next to Draco and you all ate and chatted about a whole bunch of things. Books, music, what Lucius wanted to do now that he had access to magic once more and how he would celebrate you ‘till the day his body laid 6 feet under. You couldn’t get the beaming smile off your face.

You all continued to chat well into the night, not wanting such a Special moment to end.