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Adam turned around at the sound of a voice behind him. They were on a pretty wide street and this girl had plenty of space to move around him but her eyes were almost turned towards the floor and even a daft man like Adam could see that she was not in the mood. He opened his mouth to reply snarkily back but then stopped to think of his encounter in the Leaky Cauldron.

Better not.

“In a hurry?” he asked offhandedly, realizing the girl looked vaguely familiar. Was she a customer? Someone from Hogwarts? Almost everyone was from Hogwarts he reminded himself. He wasn’t one to ask people where he knew them usually not caring, so instead, he just settled on staring at the top of her head, waiting for her to push right past him.

Ah, lovely. She couldn’t remember his name, but she knew that the last time she saw him, she had been a victim of a wayward spell at work. Great. He wasn’t the sort of person she’d ever consider opening up to, Merlin, even her own friends were largely in the dark about everything.

“You could say so. I’m not on a deadline, but I’d like to get there as soon as possible, yeah?” She responded, expecting that he would perhaps step out of the way, but he didn’t. “Look, are you waiting for something? An apology for being rude or whatever?”

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More and more like the Leaky Caldron. Except at least she was talking to him. “I’m not waiting for anything,” he responded. She was being pretty rude, the only reason why his feet were still firmly planted on the ground. Why should he step out of the way now? There were many other ways to get to wherever she had to go than right through him. “You’re perfectly welcome to walk around me.”

The fact that she hadn’t done so puzzled him but maybe they just had the same personalities. While she still looked familiar he couldn’t put a finger on it and at this point he honestly didn’t care. Probably someone rude he’d run into before

#mobile rip :’(

adelaideboots‌:

Adelaide was regretting even leaving her flat today, but she had to. Her dad had invited her over, and who was she to refuse?

She wished she could refuse. There was nothing she wanted to do less than visit her childhood home. The pictures, the furniture, everything in that house reminded her of her mum. And today, on the first anniversary of her death, Adelaide just wanted to curl up in bed, or have a stiff drink, or just… scream.

But she couldn’t. But she also couldn’t just apparate or floo straight over, she needed time to calm herself down. That’s what the walk was supposed to do, but it wasn’t working. She was just getting more and more stressed, more antsy, more angry.

“Scuse me,” She sighed, stopping right behind whoever it was stood in front of her. “I’ve kinda got somewhere to be.”

Better not.

#adelaide #adelaideboots 2.

nottsofiya‌:

Sofiya’s brain short-circuited a little, and it wasn’t until then that she realized she hadn’t actually expected him to accept. Feeling her cheeks heat up and hoping the color didn’t clash with her dress, she smiled at the lucky gentleman. Maybe unlucky, if he expected Sofiya to lead the waltz, because, despite her amazing quidditch announcer impersonation, she’d always been to ladylike to learn.

But things seemed to be going well so far. Sofiya tried not to be too obvious about her mental counting to keep the rhythm and wondered if she should get to know her partner better. And since she had never learned from anything but her mistakes, she decided trying small talk. In a normal voice, of course. “So… is this your first time in a ceilidh?”

It seemed that she hadn’t actually been serious, at least by the way her face turned bright red. Well, he was sort of stuck in this now, though realistically he knew he could walk away at any moment. But Mary would kill him if he was rude towards a random girl or made a scene at a very public wizarding event.

Since he wasn’t that great of a dancer Adam didn’t notice any mistakes that Sofiya might have made. In fact, he was more inside his own head trying to make sure he remembered when to turn her or which direction he was supposed to lead her in. “Yes, I’m not too familiar with the Irish dances,” Adam admitted. “And you?”

#sofiya.#nottsofiya 1.

bob-belcher

#adam.

mafxlda

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Adam didn’t know why he kept on running into his employees everywhere. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that humans naturally gravitated towards people they knew or the fact that he was at an event that every wizard in London had come out for. It was a mystery.

Either way, he didn’t want to ruin Mafalda’s mood by being her grumpy boss and they had arguably an iffy conversation the last time that they’d run into each other. And considering the choices… Mafalda was Adam’s favorite employee and he didn’t exactly want her running off anywhere. She was a good enough person. “A drink might be nice, I’m not so sure you’ll want to dance with me.”

Ah, shit. That’s one thing you don’t want at a party; your boss. But Adam was nice enough, even if he did sometimes act like he had a stick up his arse. She’d have to make sure not to tell him that. Perhaps she should cut back on the scotch?

“Rubbish. I’m sure you’re a fine enough dancer.” Mafalda encouraged. “I have two left feet most of the time, and I can manage it, I’m sure you’ll be fine.” She shrugged. “So, what’s your poison?”

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“I think you have too much faith in me, I can never get myself up to the best of I’m being honest,” Adam confesses, keeping up his friendly charade. “Though I saw you out there earlier and you looked very graceful.”

It was true, he’d caught a glimpse of her when Mary had lead him through the crowd and mafalda looked like she knew what she was doing. Despite all the reading he did Adam could never find a sense of rhythm and he respected that she could. “No preference, surprise me.”

#mafalda.#mafxlda 2.#mobile rip :’(

yuki-yamashita‌:

What was a porno? The word was unfamiliar, but asking him meant giving in, and this was a battle she was going to win easily. He was already unraveling. All he had to do was ask nicely. She had no real ties to this table – maybe she would have said yes, or maybe she would have rolled her eyes and continued eating. Honestly, she wasn’t sure, but the likelihood of getting a yes from her was much higher had he just been a bit less confrontational in his delivery.

Still, she said nothing. Had he not forced himself on her she would have probably been done at this point. She had always been a fast eater. But this slow chewing meant that half her chicken was still on her plate. She took a small sip of her drink, carefully using her napkin to wipe her mouth and then the condensation that had accumulated around the glass. As she moved she was careful to brush against him, to let him know just how close she was because he chose to be a stubborn, asshole.

All that internal beating himself up for caving in... and nothing. She didn’t react, she didn’t speak, she barely even moved. Now that pissed Adam off even more. Sure he may have been at fault, he was never elegant or polite in his deliveries, but it was her fault for stealing his seat. If she’d ever spent any time here she’d know of it... Maybe.

Breath. 1 2 3. It was something that Mary had told him and it fairly worked in calming down his anger.

It hardly worked now.

She was pretty good at being calm and annoying. When she brushed her arm against his he almost had to stop himself from flinching. Every movement now was a sign of defeat and he had to remind himself to stay calm. Breath. 1 2 3.

#yuki.#yuki-yamashita 1.

nottsofiya‌:

Everything was amazing. The drinks she’d tried were bubbly, alcoholic, pretty looking, and sweet. She was surrounded by amazing outfits at every turn. The air on the dance floor was hot and perfumed. Despite how many times she’d tripped during the group dance, and how many times she’d wished she had chosen those other shoes, Sofiya laughed her way through song after song. It’d been magical, not having to talk or think. Just living in the music. It was like being a teenager again, minus the pimples.

It was all perfect, and then the music changed for a ballad. A beautiful waltz-sounding melody she’d heard before but couldn’t name or place. The scene was still dream-like, though, so without giving it more thought, she turned to the person standing next to her in the dance floor, as everyone around them got rearranged into pairs. Deepening her voice for comedic effect, Sofiya extended her hand and bowed theatrically. “May I have this dance?”

Everything was ok. If not for Mary, Adam would have never shown up for such a big and festive event. But things like these were exactly the type of thing that his sister craved and loved. She’d abandoned him pretty early on after winning her mission to get him out of the house and Adam supposed she was running off somewhere finding her prince charming or princess. She was a sucker for a good romance story and fated meeting after all. So here Adam was, grumpily but politely dipping his foot into the festivities.

He’d found himself on the dance floor, dancing along with a nice enough group of people. He hadn’t tripped over his feet yet, which was a good sign, when a slower song came on. Before he could make his escape, however, he was stopped by a small girl. A small girl with a deep voice. Great. “Of course,” Adam spoke stiffly, taking her outstretched hand and pulling her gently towards him. He’d only waltz a few times since he really never had the occasion to but was confident enough in his skills. Of course, he didn’t know if this girl was actually being serious or joking around.

#sofiya.#nottsofiya 1.

mafxlda‌:

As much as it made her sound childish, Mafalda had never felt so self-righteous in her whole adult life. Her whole seven years at school she sat around as classmates pulled out fancy, custom made robes for school events, scoffing at the dresses her mother had mailed through. Laughing at the fact she didn’t know how to waltz properly. Fuck ‘em. She’d been watching and dancing in ceilidhs since she was a girl. She knew how all this worked, the spinning, the music. For once, she had the upper hand.

“Would you like a drink?” She asked, turning to the person next to her. “Or to dance? Because I can do both, but unfortunately even I’m not talented enough to manage them both at the same time.”

Either way, he didn’t want to ruin Mafalda’s mood by being her grumpy boss and they had arguably an iffy conversation the last time that they’d run into each other. And considering the choices... Mafalda was Adam’s favorite employee and he didn’t exactly want her running off anywhere. She was a good enough person. “A drink might be nice, I’m not so sure you’ll want to dance with me.”

#mafalda #mafxlda 2.#im sorry i love it when adam runs into his employees

adelaideboots‌:

“Wouldn’t you be?” Adelaide asked. “Didn’t work. The straightening spell, that is. Then I tried some Sleekeazy’s and that lasted about twenty minutes, and now I’m back to this.” She sighed, gesturing to the mess on her head. It wasn’t like she was a stranger to curls, but this was on a whole other level. “I’m concerned about the muggle dye. I don’t know if I trust it on hair that’s had a spell cast on it. What if it makes it even worse?”

He considered telling her that he was already a little hostile and that he wouldn’t be much more considering he’d probably try and avoid everyone. Well, avoid them more than he already did. But Adam kept his opinions to himself and moved onto the next part she said. “How much do you think it would damage your real hair if you just used Sleekeazy’s for the next few days? I’m sure no matter what you use it can’t make anything permanent, it’ll wear off.”

#adelaide #adelaideboots 1.

odettcss‌:

Odette nodded along. She wasn’t going to push it too much further. While she couldn’t remember his name, this man had been to the tavern a few times before, and he had always been polite. Well, more polite than most of her other patrons anyway.

“Probably for the best.” She shrugged. “You’ll miss the whole big rush, right?” She asked, although she wasn’t really expecting a solid answer. To be quite honest, she just wanted to chat with him long enough to see if he’d tip.

“Don’t really feel like fighting old geezers tonight, no,” another one of Adam’s infamous attempts at humor. He was fairly sure that he could actually take on a few of the patrons here surprisingly, as he was known to lose many of his fights, but everyone here just was a bit... off. He’d like to think he wasn’t included in that but well, he very well could be.

“Suppose I should get going then, don’t want to disturb you any further,” Adam said when she didn’t leave. He couldn’t enjoy the rest of his drink with some bartender hovering over him, probably waiting for everyone to be on their way so she could clean up and go home.

#remus is obviously the only werewolf in england #odette #odettcss 1.

adelaideboots‌:

“It was a wayward spell, alright?” Adelaide rolled her eyes, frowning at the person who’s eyes had been lingering on her for a little too long. “I didn’t do it on purpose, and no, I am not going to keep it, I just don’t trust myself to fix it.” She’d had far too many questions regarding her hair today and she’d just about had enough. “Unless of course, that wasn’t what you were going to say? In which case… uh, sorry?”

"A little hostile,” Adam commented, not taking his eyes off the blonde mess of a bob that definitely did not suit the girl in front of him. Maybe if he was nicer, and better at magic he would have offered to help her. But he didn’t want to end up burning her hair off and frankly he didn’t care. “Didn’t bother trying a straightening spell or just using plain old muggle dye?”

#adelaide #adelaideboots 1.

odettcss‌:

It was as bright as it could be in the White Wyvern, which was to say, not much. But it was at least brighter than the pitch-black night outside. The tavern itself was starting to empty out, and most of the remaining patrons were chatting quietly amongst themselves, asleep, or part of a very lucrative and likely illegal card game taking place in the corner. It was, as the English would say, a shit hole. But to be quite frank, Odette had grown fond of it. Her shoebox of an apartment next door was rubbish, sure, but she’d come to find it quite cosy. The pub was… slightly different. It was still a wildly dodgy place, but it was becoming nice, familiar.

She was walking around, collecting empty glasses, when she stopped by an occupied table. “Hey, last call is in about five minutes, so you might want to head on up there now if you don’t want to miss out.”

Frankly speaking, Adam was used to shit holes. Flourish and Blotts was nothing more than various piles of books, and in Adam’s quests to never be bothered by a wizard he spent a fair amount of time in run-down places no one, in general, wanted to be in. Of course, that meant that he was usually dealing with the worst kinds of wizards but he was willing to take that chance if it meant no one like Remus would ever bother him.

Also, he seemed to have a habit of running into his own employees anywhere that looked nicer than a shit hole. “I’m fine thanks,” he said politely to the barmaid. She’d been nice enough the few times he’d frequented and unlike the other patrons, he didn’t mind talking to her so much.

#odette #odettcss 1.

yuki-yamashita‌:

She didn’t know who this asshole was, but there has never been a challenge she was willing to walk away from. This included.

The bench seat was plenty roomy for the two of them. If she scooted in toward the wall they could have even fit a third. But she didn’t do that. She had been sitting in the middle, and she didn’t budge an inch. He was uncomfortably close, but that was his choice. It was also his choice to turn this into a confrontation. She wasn’t quite at the point where she was going to bite back, but if he kept poking her she would get there.

Instead of acknowledging her knew companion she popped a tiny piece of chicken in her mouth, chewing thoughtfully. Chewing slowly was good for digestion, after all. “Mmmm,” she mumbled, talking only to herself. She dipped her finger in the sauce and brought it between her lips, sucking on it and then pulling it out with a loud smack. “Oh wow.”

As if her unsettling long chewing wasn’t enough now she was adding noises to it.

Unusual noises.

Uncomfortable noises.

“Practicing for a porno?” he asked suddenly. He couldn’t stop the words from tumbling out of his mouth and he cursed inwardly for giving in so soon. This is what she wanted from him. Not that he wasn’t used to losing. His quick temper often gave into him yelling at the books inside the store or getting into brawls when he’d had a little too much to drink. He’d been trying to heed Mary’s warnings and keep his mouth shut and he’d been pretty decent at it recently, but it looked like it wasn’t exactly working now.

#yuki #yuki-yamashita 1.

yuki-yamashita‌:

The rain was her favorite. She loved the way the chaos seemed to melt away into shades of black and grey – that and the water seemed to keep the bitches from venturing outside, something she always appreciated.

It had been a trying few days. What with the attack on the Ministry and the inferi. It was a brilliant strategy, if she let herself think about it from a logical standpoint. Those with a semblance of morality were far less likely to attack people and faces they recognized, even dead ones. But it was also, as the scholars said, a real dick move. And Edgar. Most of the people she worked with were awful more often than they weren’t. But Edgar was alright, and he didn’t deserve what had happened to him.

So, she wasn’t sure if it was the rain or the threats that had everyone cooped up indoors, but she was relishing in a bit of solitude. She shouldered open the door to the Leaky Cauldron, ordering a beer and a bowl of soup before finding a table in the center of the dining area. No one was around, but even if they were, this spot had the best view of the door. She’d have chosen it anyway.

Or, at least she had thought she was alone, but when someone approached her from behind she tensed. “Yes?”

Adam wasn’t big on cooking. It wasn’t that he couldn’t cook, more just that he didn’t find any enjoyment in it. It was a whole lot of chopping, and then waiting, and then probably cooking the dish over again when he realized that the chicken was just a little too pink. Mary was much better at cooking really, she had the patience and the optimism for it. Plus, she never understood why he had to do it in such a muggle way.

She also never understood why he liked eating at the Leaky Cauldron when he didn’t cook. It was a routine for him, familiar and no one judged him for eating alone. On rainy days like this, he always ordered the same hot soup, the same drink, and sat in the same spot. He’d gotten up to talk to a regular at the bookstore, he didn’t have anything on him to claim his seat and therefore had left the table empty. When he came back, however, it was not empty.

There was a girl there.

At his table.

“You’re sitting in my seat,” he told her. She didn’t look like the type to mess with and in his head he was weighing the odds of how worth it it would be to fight for his place if she said no.

#yuki #yuki-yamashita 1.

levibulstrode‌:

Levi raised an eyebrow as he tried to figure out what the man wanted. “Look, most people have done a good job of taking care of their own paperwork by now, but if you have a suspicion of someone in hiding, I have to encourage you to report it rather than take things into your own hands.” He wasn’t sure if Adam was the type, but it was better safe than sorry.

He cleared his throat and considered the request. “I’m afraid I don’t know what you mean by habits. Most responsible werewolves keep themselves away from people when they’re going to shift, so you could look at isolation around the full moon a habit. The rest of the month, they’re fairly typical people, so habits are going to vary from person to person like any wizard. I have heard they prefer their meat on the very rare side, but I couldn’t say that for a fact.”

“I’m not trying to go werewolf hunting or anything,” Adam insisted. He was sure this man dealt with all sort of idiots on the daily but Adam was not one of them. Honestly, he didn’t really know what he wanted. Maybe to wrap his head around Remus? Look into his prejudices and stereotypes that he had gathered from society. He just couldn’t understand.

“So, for instance, you couldn’t call a terrible taste in books a habit? Bad time management skills? Or lack of cooking, that one seems more plausible.” Rare meat? Seemed like something that Remus would eat whether that was the lack of his own cooking skills or he being a werewolf Adam did not know.

#levi.#levibulstrode 1.

remuslxpns‌:

It should have been an easy thing to brush off and not mention, but Remus could feel the rush of frustration ringing in his ears since he walked in. It was an irritating itch and Remus gripped the last check in his hands tighter. The words have been clipped out with sarcasm to appeal to Adam, but Remus tilted his head to the side at Adam’s defensive stance. “And yet you did,” Remus parroted, shrugging his shoulders in defense in not knowing why he would. “So it’s the not the werewolf thing that got me fired,” Remus said calmly even though the bite in his words was not. “Mind enlightening me for future job interviews?”

"You’re weird,” he blurted out. While he felt a little bad about saying it outright, he didn’t have too much of a problem telling the other man how he felt after all this time. “Odd more like it. Got a rubbish taste in books as well, I really can’t handle another talk about F. Scott Fitzgerald or the symbolism of Frankenstein.” He wasn’t trying to unload, but Adam really couldn’t stand Remus’ thoughts on Muggle authors. THen he realized he probably needed something legally. “And you’re late a lot.”

#remuslxpns 1.#remus.#the truth comes out srry remus

zahishafiq

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zahishafiq‌:

“Can’t have your secrets stolen if the only ones who know them were told by tradition,” Zahi said with a shrug. He knew the traditions were based on things much more complicated than that, but he didn’t know what they were specifically. As interested as he was in their content, he was find not knowing the specifics of their culture.

Zahi shrugged. “I suppose that’s an option. Less variety, but some do swear by the organics of a singular greenhouse ecosystem.” He personally had yet to find any plants that were bothered by more humidity on the other side of a magical barrier, but some people were rather set in their ways about such things. “Not the greatest climate,” he agreed.

“Good point.” He wouldn’t blame any community for trying to keep parts of their culture and practices under wraps. Sure, the curious bookworm in him would love to know their secrets but it wasn’t something for him to decide. “She’s a pretty simple woman, can’t be bothered with multiple ecosystems. A few of our plants have lasted the test of time, however,” he admitted. The cold winter had killed most of them but some had persevered. It was nice knowing that a little piece of home could survive the harsh climate.

#zahi.#zahishafiq 1.

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