Madison Clapton.

‘how much sad did you think i had, did you think i had in me?’ • seamstress • slytherin-alum • animagus #hprp #fakeaccount

[Madison Clapton. @bleedingthread]

—they said, "babe, you gotta fake it
'til you make it"
and i did

• owner of Madam Malkins
• magical seamstress
• unnatural blonde
• slytherin alum
• commitment-phobe
• (functioning) alcoholic

#hprp #fakeaccount #oc

[Madison Clapton. @bleedingthread]

She can’t sleep.

—curled up on the seat below the window, looking out over diagon alley.

[Madison Clapton. @bleedingthread]

@dutempsetsorts She almost wants to slide her hand the last little bit to let their hands touch. The warmth of him was just radiant and part of her wanted to melt into it. Her stomach swoops.

“She sounds really great— I can see how much you love her,”

[Madison Clapton. @bleedingthread]

She’s been busy with the school rush, almost unusually so even, but she still finds time for her mind to wander to @dutempsetsorts…

Especially when it’s late and she catches sight of the saucer with a chip in it resting beside the sink.

[Madison Clapton. @bleedingthread]

@dutempsetsorts —spending the day together then?”

[Madison Clapton. @bleedingthread]

@dutempsetsorts It’s possible her eyes traced the movement of his tongue before she transitioned into an eye roll- though it had a fond sort of feel to it.

“I’m too intrigued to even try to argue with you.” She hums, letting her eyes settle on him once more, “Does that mean we’ll be—

[Madison Clapton. @bleedingthread]

@dutempsetsorts —have to do it on my account.”

[Madison Clapton. @bleedingthread]

@dutempsetsorts She scoffs with slight bewilderment. And then frowns, fingers lightly tracing the crack on the counter.

“It’s been a while since I’ve had… consistent company.” She admits causally, teeth pulling her bottom lip into her mouth, “Look, leave when you gotta leave but… you don’t—

[Madison Clapton. @bleedingthread]

@dutempsetsorts —store tucked between diagon and knocturn? weird little place, but has a good collection honestly.”

[Madison Clapton. @bleedingthread]

@dutempsetsorts “Here and there.” She gives a non-committal sort of shrug, averting her gaze from him as she continues to potter about the kitchen. Not really doing anything of note. Her fingers tremble slightly.

Desperate to change the subject she adds, “Have you checked out the rare book—

[Madison Clapton. @bleedingthread]

@dutempsetsorts —makes her stop, frown gracing her features.

“Hey, you okay?”

[Madison Clapton. @bleedingthread]

@dutempsetsorts She’s incredibly shocked to see him, so much so that she can barely hide it from her face. She had just been thinking of him and then…

She tries to shake it, brushing her hair behind her ear, “Oh trust me, this is the first moment I’ve had to breathe.”

His facial expression—

[Madison Clapton. @bleedingthread]

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i've never been a natural, all i do is try, try, try

[Madison Clapton. @bleedingthread]

@dutempsetsorts —and today I get to share the designs.”

[Madison Clapton. @bleedingthread]

A saucer of tea floats its way over to @dutempsetsorts, slim silhouette stood in the doorway that separates the two rooms.

“There’s a chip in the side.” She explains, teeth dragging over her lip, “It won’t seem to let me fix it so you know… be careful.”

[Madison Clapton. @bleedingthread]

@dutempsetsorts Her blush only deepens and she can’t help but take a peak at him once more. The dimple could make her swoon.

“Oh, um, I have a wedding fitting today actually.” As the thought crosses her mind, her eyes light up somewhat, “I’m going to making the whole bridal parties outfits,—