livesandliesofwizards:

Mr. Zabini, who was far wiser than his house-mates, emerged from the war largely blameless, and he made his mother’s seven fortunes seven times over, and he married a pretty and engaging creature, and they had three daughters. And like Mr. Zabini himself, they had no use for people outside their little circle and they chose to spend their days discussing fortunes, be it at their father’s table or in some exclusive corner of the Slytherin dungeons.

Nona, who was the eldest, excelled at spinning the stories of their contemporaries, introducing a fallen blood traitor here, or a penniless half-blood there. And Sudice, who was the middle child, had no compulsions about taking the measure of such unfortunates, assigning to each exactly what was their due. While Moirai, who was the youngest, was the most like her grandmother, and prone to cutting people short.

They had learned from their father well. He had told them, “They’ll think you arrogant and cruel because you will not descend to their level. But why make sordid connections, or throw yourself at scheming housemates who’ll only drag you under? No, there’s freedom and power, too, in not cleaving to the crowd. Only then can you choose your fate, and not have it chosen for you.”

At Mr. Zabini’s table and in those exclusive corners of the Slytherin dungeons, if you do not choose your fate, you will have it chosen for you.

ankahikoibaat:

us against…

In the end it comes down to this:

Two young women, side by side, hands clasped. One light, the other dark. One gold hair, sunny smiles and bubbly nature, the other dark curls, stern demeanor and shadowed eyes. One hides a vicious desire to tear throats out with her teeth, the other bound by duty to protect the innocent and unaware from the monsters of the night. Both tied together by the deepest and most profound of love.

The world tries to tear them apart. They are meant to be enemies. They are meant to be on opposite sides in a war neither of them ever wanted to fall into. It is a cruel destiny to be pulled at the seams between their souls and their bodies.

The fates have dealt them a hand they refuse to accept.

In the end it comes down to this:

Two young women, side by side, hands clasped. One light, the other dark. Both powerful in their own rights. Sisters that should no longer be on the same side. Family that refuses to let go.

In the end it comes down to this:

The world could burn to the ground around them, but Caroline and Bonnie will stick together until the very end of time.