Artimus-Maora

 Lucius Malfoy paced around his study, his expression weary and it appeared as though he seemed in deep thought. How was he supposed to explain his son what sex was? He was almost literally banging his head against a wall trying to figure out an answer. "Perhaps it would be best if you would sleep on it, I doubt an answer will come to you by wearing away the persian rug." his wife Narcissa Malfoy said striding into the room. "Perhaps." He semi-agreed warily. He followed his wife to bed and fell asleep rather quickly, being that it was verily late. He awoke feeling rejuvenated and ready to tackle the topic at hand, believing that bre

Accio – a Drarry Scribble Harry sat back on his heels, hunched over in the pouring rain, staring desperately at the pavement in front of him. The water was slick and the dull grey of the concrete blended in with the bricks on the walls running along-side it. In other words, possibly the worst conditions imaginable for trying to locate something lost – exactly the thing Harry was now trying to do. Harry Potter – Ministry Auror, Saviour of the wizarding world, and one-time Master of Death – was sitting here, drenched to the bone, utterly exhausted, all to try and find a missing bracelet. He dropped his head back to lean aga