donna-shacklebolt

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“Good morning, Lily… Donna…” said Adam McKinnon, as the two girls sat down close to him. Adam—like Donna—was dressed in Gryffindor Quidditch robes. “You going to the match today, Lily?”

“I never miss them,” she replied. “Hence my current patriotism…” She indicated to the red and gold scarf hanging around her neck.

“Lily, you wear that every day,” Donna pointed out. “I would hardly call that house pride.”

“Only in cold weather and only with my uniform,” argued Lily. “I never wear it with street clothes. It is house pride.”

“The Hufflepuff players look more enthusiastic for Gryffindor than you do,” said Donna coolly.

“They do not. They don’t, do they, Adam?” She turned to the wizard for support, but he frowned.

“I don’t know, Lily, I think a few of them are probably wearing more red and gold than you are, right now. Actually…” He surveyed her outfit. “Considering your top is sort of yellow-ish, and your skirt is black… I’d reckon you’re wearing more Hufflepuff colors.”

“It’s a cream colored sweater for Merlin’s sake!” protested Lily, as Donna laughed. “You two are ridiculous.”

“‘Morning, Shack,” said James Potter’s voice, as he appeared, taking a seat across from them. “'Morning, McKinnon… Snaps.” He was in a good mood. He was in a Quidditch game mood, and he looked it, Lily thought, the way his hair seemed even messier today, and a crooked grin was fixed upon his face.

Pouring a goblet of pumpkin juice, James glanced at Lily. “Gee, Snaps, you really went all out with the house spirit, didn’t you?”

Quiet, you.”

GIFSET PER CHAPTER (ch.9)//(x)

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Apologies for the long absence in arts, but life was getting in the way.

Anyhow, in honour of Lily’s birthday don’t judge, I decided to upload this massive post, which I dedicate to the wonderful Jules (itatemyhand) - author of the flawless-in-every-way fanfic The Life and Times.(here: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/5200789/1/The-Life-and-Times) I’ve gotta say, Jules, I have so much respect for you because of this. You not only are a superb writer, but you also manage to somehow make me fall completely in love with every single one of your characters, even the ‘baddies’. It’s brilliant.

And of course, what else could I do to show my appreciation but to render each of these lovelies with a pencil? Hopefully they look like they’re supposed to - this is my take on each of them, so if they’re not what you imagined, please don’t take it personally. And guys, I actually researched hairstyles from the seventies and everything (someone give me an award)

Anyway, going from left to right, starting at the top: James, Lily, Sirius, Remus, Peter, Snape, Marlene, Adam, Donna, Lathe, Frank, Alice, Mary, Reg, Carlotta, and Shelley.

NOTE: apologies if the fancasting/faceclaims wriggled their way into the characters (i.e. Remus or Donna). Also, sorry if they’re completely different than you intended, Jules. I have a whacky imagination.

wow this is one hell of a big post

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Lathe nodded. “Well, that’s always good. So you’re a Hogwarts student, are you? And a seventh year? Little young to be tending bar…”

You’re a little young to be heading up auror investigations.”

“I’m a prodigy.”

“So am I.”

“In alcohol?”

“In anything that interests me.”

“Including alcohol.”

“Including getting paid.”

Lathe laughed. “You win. Another, please.

The Life and Times, chapter 25

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“You’re not allowed to be a bitch today, Donna. In fact, I’m not sure you’re allowed to talk until you’ve fessed up.”

“Fessed up to what?” asked Alice. Lily shifted uncomfortably in her seat.

“Fessed up to… stealing… my… my… friendship bracelet.”

“Your friendship bracelet?”

“My friendship bracelet.”

“Donna stole your friendship bracelet?”

“And slept with it.”

“What?”

GIFSET PER CHAPTER (ch.13) // (x)

She was dramatic. He was dynamic. She was precise. He was impulsive. He was James, and she was Lily, and one day they shared a kiss, but before that they shared many arguments, for he was cocky, and she was sweet, and matters of the heart require time.

- The Life and Times by Jewels5 (x)

“Wait,” said Adam, “so Frank and Alice got married? Frank didn’t even tell me he was engaged!”

“Well, he wasn’t,” Marlene attempted to explain. “We were at the Potters. It was right after the lock-up thing… and we’d barely slept, what with being in a lock-up… and then—wait Sarah didn’t tell you about the Ministry?”

“Sarah? Sarah who? Sarah my sister?”

“Right. She was there.”

“Sarah went to jail?”

“No, she didn’t… they already had enough volunteers. But she tied herself to the fountain.”

What?”

Marlene turned to Donna. “Feel free to jump in at any time.”

Donna, who was debating which bag of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans contained more beans and was therefore less of a scam (as was her custom), merely snorted. “But you’re doing such a lovely job of explaining things on your own.”

“Wait, Shack went to jail, too?”

“No, she didn’t even bond to the fountain. She left when we all decided to do that. But she owled Lathe, so the aurors came, and it was fine. And then she came to Frank and Alice’s wedding, even though she doesn’t believe in them.”

“Frank and Alice?”

“No. Weddings. Even Donna must believe in Frank and Alice, right, Donna?”

TLAT, Ch 30, The Worst Day Ever

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“Shit.” Lily got to her feet. Her friends looked at her.

“Are you going to do that ‘going crazy’ thing again, where you leave here with a manic expression and no explanation?” Donna asked wearily.

“It’s like alcohol!” she cried. Donna sighed. “And… and she has an eating disorder! She got defensive when I asked her about the food, and–and she has an eating disorder!”

“I do not,” said Marlene.

“I’m not talking about you.” Lily chewed her lip. “I have to go to the library. I’ll… I’ll see you later.”

“I knew it,” muttered Donna, as Lily, once again, hurried away.

GIFSET PER CHAPTER (ch.10)//(x)

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“You know,” Donna mused, “I think you might be right about Adam fancying Marlene. It must be very recent, though, because…”

“Don, everyone’s known about Adam fancying Marlene since third year.”

“Seriously?”

Lily nodded. “I wonder how…” She stopped.

“You were about to wonder how Carlotta was doing again, weren’t you?”

“No. I was going to wonder how… how… I can’t think of anything. I was going to wonder how Carlotta is doing.”

Donna shook her head. “If it’s bothering you that much, we can stop by the infirmary after Defense.”

Lily seemed slightly appeased.


GIFSET (OR MORE) PER CHAPTER (ch.3)//[x]

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“Sometimes, she thought that if she stepped off the Astronomy Tower, she would just float away.

He could not remember the last time he’d looked before taking a leap.

She believed in God.

He smoked too much.

She had her first kiss in a sun-soaked garden at the age of fifteen.

He lost his virginity to a girl named Sarah at the age of fifteen.

She wanted to write.

He wanted to play Quidditch.

She thought she was in love and disliked the fact.

He knew he was in love and positively hated it.

- The Life and Times (Chapter 2)

THE LIFE AND TIMES CHALLENGE (x)
five female characters
 | donna shacklebolt (2/5)

“Your not allowed to be a bitch today, Donna. In fact, I’m not sure you’re allowed to talk until you’ve fessed up.”
“Fessed up to what?”, asked Alice. Lily shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
“Fessed up to…stealing…my…my…friendship bracelet.”
“Your friendship bracelet?”
“My friendship bracelet.”
“Donna stole your friendship bracelet?”
“And slept with it.”
“What?”

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The unfortunate bartender now looked as though he were going to be sick. “Oh, don’t you worry about it,” Lathe assured him. “I’m sure it was just a one time thing. Maybe spontaneous magic… I doubt they’ve even invented a proper spell that can slice like that…”

And that was when Icarus decided he had better slip into the back room. Donna finished with the patron and noticed the unsupervised Lathe.

“Don’t you eat?” she asked the wizard, returning to the counter. “All you ever do is drink firewhiskey.”

“Correction—all I ever do here is drink firewhiskey.”

“You’re going to get…” But Donna broke off, noticing now that she was alone behind the bar. “Where did that prat go?”

“Who? Frop?”

“Yes, of course.”

“He was vile,” said Lathe simply.

“Agreed, but where did he go?”

Lathe shrugged. “Argentina, probably.”

Donna scowled, but at that moment, Pip, at the end of the bar, requested another sherry, and Donna was compelled to fill the order. When she had finished the task, she paced around behind the bar, flipped through the deserted Teen Witch, and then resolved to see if Icarus had gone to the kitchens. She returned a moment later, more bewildered than ever.

“The cooks,” she began to Lathe, “say he sprinted off out the back, and took his cloak with him.”

“Imagine having a cloak on a day like this,” was Lathe’s only remark, and he continued to scan the Quidditch scores in The Prophet. Donna pushed his nearly empty firewhiskey away from the auror and crossed her arms.

“What did you two say to him?”

“To whom?”

“Frop, who else?”

“Who says I said anything to him? Maybe he forgot about a previous engagement and had to rush off to meet it.”

“What did you say to him?” Donna repeated.

“Nothing important. We discussed current affairs.”

And, no matter how hard Donna pressed, that was the most she got out of Lathe the rest of the evening.

Donna Shacklebolt only ever said the word ‘love’ in a derisive tone. She vowed that she did not believe it—that the concepts of love and marriage were invented in some past era to keep women in line. Presently, these ideas were continually propagated to keep the populous at ease: to give them something for which they might strive. But she had no intention of striving for love of the romantic (or any other) nature. She rejected the idea that it even existed. She rejected it intellectually, anyway.

Because her Mum and Dad had been ‘in love,’ and they had died anyway. And Kingsley loved them all, but he still had to work ungodly hours in the auror department. And Severus Snape very clearly loved Lily Evans, but he was always hurting her. And Adam McKinnon very clearly loved Marlene Price, but Marlene did not seem to give a damn, because she was always on about Miles Stimpson (who, in turn, didn’t give a damn either).

Truthfully, Donna Shacklebolt believed in love, but she derided it because she hated the whole idea: the vulnerability and helplessness and the reliance on someone else not to hurt you. Donna believed in love, but she didn’t approve of any variety of it, and she certainly didn’t want it. (Not yet.)

—  Underappreciated TLAT quotes, Chapter 11: The Trouble With Angels

T I M E S // a mix for Jewels5’s fanfic, The Life and Times {listen}
{original artwork} {fanfic} {lyrics}

i. laughing with - regina spektor  ii. cigarettes - russian red  iii. salty sweet - ms mr  iv. black eyes - radical face  v. the best we got - the rubens  vi. family jewels - marina and the diamonds  vii. bad blood - bastille  viii. dear prudence - the beatles  ix. youth - daughter  x.somewhere only we know - keane  xi. human - the civil twilight  xii. final sacrifice - dino meneghin

**a word of warning: the playlist gets sadder as it goes on. sorry about that. probably should not listen to late at night in case of an extreme reaction to the tlat feels**