Rogue Royal

pureblood-zabini:

midnight-marauders-memories:

Gilderoy Lockhart, Xeno Lovegood, Ted Tonks and Kingsley Shacklebolt attempting to dance.

Taken by Andromeda Black circa 1976

Kingsley you dance do you?

Yes, badly…that was the last play Hogwarts had…doubt they’ll be having another one anytime soon. 

(Source: ravenclawhousepride)

pureblood-zabini:

kingsley-shackleb0lt:

@Marie

The eagle was well aware that all of Hogwarts would be buzzing upon acquiring the knowledge that he was ‘talking’ to someone. Even more do once they find out said person is Marie Zabini. Obviously she was not the typical lass he’d go for, but with him she dropped her usual pretense. She didn’t try to impress him with how much fire whiskey could disappear down her gullet, nor did
She constantly try to seduce him. Around Kingsley she was much more subdued yet somehow still pried him out of his shell. Just as there secret intrigues together had started to develop into something a spot more substantial Kingsley retreated.

He didn’t mean to at least consciously. The ravenclaw wasn’t accustomed to letting people have such insight into himself. He helped them through their problems not vice versa. After drowning himself under course work he finally stepped out into the open. The night prior he sent Marie an
owl it had simply said “Early Easter egg hunt on
The quidditch pitch. Meet me!”

The tall wizard wiped a bead of sweat forming at his brow. he had just spent the better part of an
Hour setting it all up. Now the waiting game… Would she show up?

Marie had been pacing her room all day, she had a note written in her hand and was trying to figure out if she should walk to the owlery to send it.. she hadn’t seen Kingsley in a week. She was worried that maybe he had gotten smart about her and pulled away and this was her small tiny forgivness note. She turned finally thinking maybe she was right when there was a small noise at her window.. it was an owl, she never had seen it before but it was a beautiful bird a strong wonderful owl. Who ever owned it must be alike she thought to her self, and that was when she saw who it was from, Kingsley. She didn’t even thank or treat the owl she just stumbled over to the bed, staring at the note, to excited to open it, yet to afraid to at the same time. 

Finally after a long moment of just staring she opened it, it was a short quick note telling her what to do. Meet him for an early easter egg hunt, now this confused her but she decided she would meet him. 

Time had passed and the new day had come and here she was changing her clothes a few to many times, checking her hair a little to often. She was trying more then she ever had for a boy, and she didn’t even know what was in store really. The time had come to meet him, and so she did. She left her room and walked at a snails pace to where he was. She could see him now, but he hadn’t seen her yet, he looked a little worried himself, Did he think I wouldn’t show she thought to herself, she walked up behind him taking in a small breath. “Hey” it was all she could make her lips say, but at least they pulled into a smile, a small simple yet sweet smile. He was the only one to ever see this smile, she waited for him to turn around and see her. Nervously she waited. 

Kingsley spins around. “Marie! You made it. I’ve done something rather corny….here’s an easter egg hunt. I’ll sit out. You go find some eggs each one has a different sort of surprise some are chocolate, some are bits of paper with secrets on them etc. I figured this could be pretty fun…erm yeah I know not the grooviest way to spend the night, but it could help us catch up and whatnot.”

He scratches the back of his head anxiously. He takes her hand and kisses it politely. “The field is yours.” 

Marie smiled at his surprise, ” of course I made it, I wouldn’t miss it for the world.  So what is this you have done, An egg hunt?” she jumped into his arms kissing his cheek “this is the sweetest thing you could have done.” Marie was now giddy with what she could find, he made it seem like she could find all sorts of things through out the field. Marie set off the moment he let her hand go free, calling back to him over her should “and I won’t even use my wand” she found an egg here and there, some high some low, after she had about a dozen within her arms she headed back to him, “Can i open some now?” she felt like a little kid on Christmas, looking up at him with bright eyes,.

@Marie

The eagle was well aware that all of Hogwarts would be buzzing upon acquiring the knowledge that he was ‘talking’ to someone. Even more do once they find out said person is Marie Zabini. Obviously she was not the typical lass he’d go for, but with him she dropped her usual pretense. She didn’t try to impress him with how much fire whiskey could disappear down her gullet, nor did
She constantly try to seduce him. Around Kingsley she was much more subdued yet somehow still pried him out of his shell. Just as there secret intrigues together had started to develop into something a spot more substantial Kingsley retreated.

He didn’t mean to at least consciously. The ravenclaw wasn’t accustomed to letting people have such insight into himself. He helped them through their problems not vice versa. After drowning himself under course work he finally stepped out into the open. The night prior he sent Marie an
owl it had simply said “Early Easter egg hunt on
The quidditch pitch. Meet me!”

The tall wizard wiped a bead of sweat forming at his brow. he had just spent the better part of an
Hour setting it all up. Now the waiting game… Would she show up?

Marie had been pacing her room all day, she had a note written in her hand and was trying to figure out if she should walk to the owlery to send it.. she hadn’t seen Kingsley in a week. She was worried that maybe he had gotten smart about her and pulled away and this was her small tiny forgivness note. She turned finally thinking maybe she was right when there was a small noise at her window.. it was an owl, she never had seen it before but it was a beautiful bird a strong wonderful owl. Who ever owned it must be alike she thought to her self, and that was when she saw who it was from, Kingsley. She didn’t even thank or treat the owl she just stumbled over to the bed, staring at the note, to excited to open it, yet to afraid to at the same time. 

Finally after a long moment of just staring she opened it, it was a short quick note telling her what to do. Meet him for an early easter egg hunt, now this confused her but she decided she would meet him. 

Time had passed and the new day had come and here she was changing her clothes a few to many times, checking her hair a little to often. She was trying more then she ever had for a boy, and she didn’t even know what was in store really. The time had come to meet him, and so she did. She left her room and walked at a snails pace to where he was. She could see him now, but he hadn’t seen her yet, he looked a little worried himself, Did he think I wouldn’t show she thought to herself, she walked up behind him taking in a small breath. “Hey” it was all she could make her lips say, but at least they pulled into a smile, a small simple yet sweet smile. He was the only one to ever see this smile, she waited for him to turn around and see her. Nervously she waited. 

Kingsley spins around. “Marie! You made it. I’ve done something rather corny….here’s an easter egg hunt. I’ll sit out. You go find some eggs each one has a different sort of surprise some are chocolate, some are bits of paper with secrets on them etc. I figured this could be pretty fun…erm yeah I know not the grooviest way to spend the night, but it could help us catch up and whatnot.”

He scratches the back of his head anxiously. He takes her hand and kisses it politely. “The field is yours.” 

(via pureblood-zabini)