My version of Taako from The Adventure Zone! I was trying to figure out a costume design and I finally found one I love. I already have the umbrella, the skirt and the ears. I can’t wait to get started on the rest!
St. Louis Post-Dispatch, Missouri, November 12, 1911
Billie Burke was the wife of
Florenz Ziegfeld (Ziegfeld follies). She acted on broadway, film (like Dinner at Eight) and on radio (the Billie Burke Show), maybe best known as Glinda the Good Witch of the North in the Wizard of Oz. Here she explains what she says “Titian blondes” should and shouldn’t wear.
After the war, both Harry and Draco isolated themselves. They would take any excuse to leave the chaos; whether it be climbing out the window onto the roof of Gryffindor tower, or sneaking out through a trapdoor in the dungeons to sit under the big oak tree text to the lake.
They would look out into the sky or over the water and sigh, because nothing would ever be the same again.
Some evenings, while the sky was bright with reds, oranges and pinks, Harry would glance towards the lake, seeing a lone figure sitting under the
Some mornings, when the sky was dusty pink and mottled with dark blue, Draco would stare up at the roof of Gryffindor tower and see the silhouette of somebody sitting on the roof.
People asked Harry if he was okay.
People asked Draco if they could help him.
Until one day, they met in the middle. They wanted to know who the mysterious person on the roof or by the water was. They walked through the castle before bumping into each other.
They looked at one another and then looked away, not sure what they could say. Draco looked up at Harry, his silver eyes laced with regret. He took his hand and gently touched Harry’s face and turned it towards him.
Green eyes met grey, and they both knew that the mysterious person that they were searching for was standing before them.
“I’m sorry.” Draco whispered, his hand still resting on Harry’s cheek, as tears gathered in his eyes.
Draco’s hands shook from the effort it took to not let out his emotions. He was a Malfoy. No matter how disgraced, he would always be a Malfoy. A monster. A Death Eater who didn’t deserve to even be near the Savior.
“Don’t be.” Harry replied softly, surprising the Slytherin.
Draco couldn’t help the tears that slid silently down his face as both boys stood closely together in the deserted corridor. Harry brought a thumb up and wiped away the tears staining Draco’s porcelain cheeks.
“Please, never be sorry for what you were forced to do.” Harry whispered as the tears kept flowing, before pressing a soft kiss of reassurance into his forehead.
The black haired wizard pulled the blonde into a tight hug, wrapping his arms tightly around the crying Draco’s back; Draco rested his chin softly on Harry’s shoulder.
"I had no choice. God, I’m a monster. I’m so selfish.” Draco wept into Harry’s neck, but Harry didn’t mind.
"No, you’re not. You did what you had to do, as did I-” Harry took a deep breath a Draco’s sobs slowed. “the past is behind us. All we have left if the future.”
And thus began a friendship. A friendship that nobody but themselves could explain the origins of.
The friendship turned into love. A type of love so strong it had to be fate. But nobody but themselves knows the origin of.