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jenniferscabior:

Good. You can tell them I’ve died.

#jen

jenniferscabior:

That hasn’t been the first time I’ve been offered and it won’t be the last.

You aren’t offended, you’re fucking excited.

#jennifer

jenniferscabior:

Well I’m just so offended.

Kiss both sides of my ass.

#JEN

mulcimperius:

“You give her too much credit. Don’t forget she had only enough sense to marry a muggle.”

“Just go.”

The jinx that would turn her kneecaps inside out was at the forefront of his mind, and he executed it without warning, and to make it as strong as possible, verbally.

"Five points. Your turn!”

#mulciber

mulcimperius:

Mulciber had been thinking about this moment almost constantly since he’d run into Andromeda a few days prior. From the moment they’d happened upon the young woman in the pizza shop, from the very first moment they had recognized her as a long lost friend, Usi had known what Alarid wanted to do. It was the same instinct that Usi had, but caution had held him back. Now, though, there was nothing to stop them.

No matter what name she went by, what she had done to her appearance, she would always be a blood traitor.

“We’ve waited long enough, I think, don’t you, Alarid?” Mulciber asked. At the recognition of the name, her eyes darted upward, and the hands that had been so fixated on condiments flew for her wand—

—which flew into Usi’s waiting hand.

“We won’t take up much of your time.”

Did you really think we wouldn’t find you?

#mulciber

mulcimperius:

It was too easy, but Mulciber kept his mouth shut. The true challenge was still ahead; he would only need to be patient. They entered the Anchovy, Mulciber trailing behind Travers, twirling his wand in his hand like a baton.

“Ahem.”

Through her disheveled blonde hair, the witch at the counter looked up. She didn’t seem too surprised to see them, though the door had been locked. Perhaps she didn’t remember doing it. “Shop’s closed,” she sang, turning her attention away from them as she tended to the salt and pepper shakers by hand. That alone made Mulciber’s lip curl. “We open at eleven tomorrow, come back then.”

Who the fuck eats pizza at eleven, he wanted to yell. Already his nerves were shot, not out of anxiety or fear, but rather a blood-pumping adrenaline rush that never failed to pin-prick at his skin, and heat him to boiling point the moment someone said something remotely infuriating. Travers, in Appleby, was already angry.

He hadn’t seen her face in quite some time, but just as they had her, she would recognize them eventually. She’d tried hard to change her appearance. Her hair, though a dirty blonde, sported unmistakable brunette roots she hadn’t taken the time to cover up. She had changed her eye color, her nose, he thought, or maybe it had always been that big.

“Nah,” he shook his head instead as he pointed his wand toward the door and locked it behind them. Not ready to tuck it away just yet he folded it between his arms, and took his place at Mulciber’s right to face her behind the counter.

#mulciber

mulcimperius:

“Of course you wouldn’t.”

“Start us off?”

Alohomora.

#mulciber

mulcimperius:

“As is only appropriate for your birthday.” The pair stopped in front of the Funky Anchovy, a familiar place that their outings had taken them to many times before, though never quite this late. The restaurant was nearly empty, but for a single waitress at the counter, counting her tips. The neon signs in the windows had been dimmed for the night, but not the lights behind her.

“She’s the one?”