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$#originalcharacter | “And tell your idiot friends to stay out of my business, Dante,” said Darcy. Dante failed to suppress a smug little laugh. “They’re cousins, so obviously he’s interested. Especially since we’re Mudbloods.” Darcy’s fork paused on route to her mouth, more thrown by surprise than by offence. Madeleine’s expression shifted in an instant. The warmth vanished from her face, replaced by a steely anger that made the entire table fall silent. “Dante Verrane,” she said sternly. “You will never use that word in this house again. Do you understand me?” Dante shrank back slightly. “Mum, it’s just—” “No,” Madeleine cut him off, her tone brooking no argument. “That is a vile, hateful slur, and I will not hear it from my own son. We do not define ourselves by other people’s ideology, and we certainly do not repeat it at my dinner table. Am I making myself perfectly clear?” Dante swallowed hard, nodding quickly. “Yes, Mum.” Darcy cleared her throat, attempting to sound as casual as possible. “Do your friends call you that, Dante? Sirius, I mean.” “No,” was the automatic response Dante gave, insistent on looking elsewhere, “uh—maybe. Sometimes. But it’s like a term of endearment from him, you know?” Pierre’s expression had darkened to match his wife’s, but Darcy spoke first. “Do you think he believes he’s better than you?” “I… I don’t know,” Dante admitted, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “Alright,” Darcy continued, leaning forward. “And the rest of them—do they find it funny? The other three you’re always hanging around with. The Gryffindor Seeker, the boy with the scarred face, and the… tubby one?” Dante shrugged, clearly uneasy. “James thinks it’s hilarious. But James finds everything Sirius does funny. Pete and I reckon they’re secretly in love with each other.” Madeleine let out a small, weary sigh, a hint of reluctant amusement flickering across her face. Darcy pinched the bridge of her nose. “That’s an issue for another day. Listen to me, Dante. Since I’m apparently the family expert on discrimination, here’s what you’re going to do.” She set her fork down and rested both elbows on the table, fixing her brother with an intense look. “The next time Sirius or James calls you that word, you embarrass them. Hex them out of their trousers if you have to. Do whatever it takes to prove you are better than them.” Dante winced. “But I’m rubbish at this stuff, Darcy. I’m terrible at Charms and Defence Against the Dark Arts—” Darcy’s brows drew together in clear frustration at his self-deprecation. “Then brew a potion that makes them vomit their own organs. I don’t care how you do it, just nip this in the bud before they turn you into their little—” “That’s enough, love,” Madeleine interrupted gently. “This doesn’t sound like you at all.” fic name: The Blood on my Teeth Tastes Like You, by rustedpinegirl on Ao3. Bellatrix Black / fem OC, 1960s #edit #bellatrixblack #maraudersera #fanfic tl: @7\ @☆ @daisy💐🪖 @cosmia🔮 @izzy 𝜗𝜚 @cosmicmrd 𖦹 @manwhoreharry @alexis$
#originalcharacter | “And tell your idiot friends to stay out of my business, Dante,” said Darcy. Dante failed to suppress a smug little laugh. “They’re cousins, so obviously he’s interested. Especially since we’re Mudbloods.” Darcy’s fork paused on route to her mouth, more thrown by surprise than by offence. Madeleine’s expression shifted in an instant. The warmth vanished from her face, replaced by a steely anger that made the entire table fall silent. “Dante Verrane,” she said sternly. “You will never use that word in this house again. Do you understand me?” Dante shrank back slightly. “Mum, it’s just—” “No,” Madeleine cut him off, her tone brooking no argument. “That is a vile, hateful slur, and I will not hear it from my own son. We do not define ourselves by other people’s ideology, and we certainly do not repeat it at my dinner table. Am I making myself perfectly clear?” Dante swallowed hard, nodding quickly. “Yes, Mum.” Darcy cleared her throat, attempting to sound as casual as possible. “Do your friends call you that, Dante? Sirius, I mean.” “No,” was the automatic response Dante gave, insistent on looking elsewhere, “uh—maybe. Sometimes. But it’s like a term of endearment from him, you know?” Pierre’s expression had darkened to match his wife’s, but Darcy spoke first. “Do you think he believes he’s better than you?” “I… I don’t know,” Dante admitted, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. “Alright,” Darcy continued, leaning forward. “And the rest of them—do they find it funny? The other three you’re always hanging around with. The Gryffindor Seeker, the boy with the scarred face, and the… tubby one?” Dante shrugged, clearly uneasy. “James thinks it’s hilarious. But James finds everything Sirius does funny. Pete and I reckon they’re secretly in love with each other.” Madeleine let out a small, weary sigh, a hint of reluctant amusement flickering across her face. Darcy pinched the bridge of her nose. “That’s an issue for another day. Listen to me, Dante. Since I’m apparently the family expert on discrimination, here’s what you’re going to do.” She set her fork down and rested both elbows on the table, fixing her brother with an intense look. “The next time Sirius or James calls you that word, you embarrass them. Hex them out of their trousers if you have to. Do whatever it takes to prove you are better than them.” Dante winced. “But I’m rubbish at this stuff, Darcy. I’m terrible at Charms and Defence Against the Dark Arts—” Darcy’s brows drew together in clear frustration at his self-deprecation. “Then brew a potion that makes them vomit their own organs. I don’t care how you do it, just nip this in the bud before they turn you into their little—” “That’s enough, love,” Madeleine interrupted gently. “This doesn’t sound like you at all.” fic name: The Blood on my Teeth Tastes Like You, by rustedpinegirl on Ao3. Bellatrix Black / fem OC, 1960s #edit #bellatrixblack #maraudersera #fanfic tl: @7\ @☆ @daisy💐🪖 @cosmia🔮 @izzy 𝜗𝜚 @cosmicmrd 𖦹 @manwhoreharry @alexis

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