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andrcmedas:

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 : open ! 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : open ! 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 : n/a !

TENDRILS OF TANGLED LOCKS FLOAT on the cool breeze , the wild locks untamed by the thick woolen beanie , despite having only the vaguest of ideas of the muggle world , andromeda was quick to lose herself in it , warm coffee eyes watching everything they could with an eager spark , she’d barely paused a moment , catching sight of a group of children before he shoulder collided with that of another . . ❝ oh , i’m so sorry ! ❞

There was something that felt oddly safe and warm, walking through the muggle cities. Occasionally she’d have to come to these cities to track down the use of the dark arts, or dark wizards or witches, but usually it was just to stroll around. The sight of such innocence, no clue that a war was brewing all around them, it made her forget a bit of the chaos and darkness surrounding her. Drowned in her thoughts, the brunette felt herself bumping into another. “I’m so sorry!” She exclaimed, right at the same time as the other had. A soft apologetic chuckle left her lips. “Sorry -- I should’ve watched where I was going more carefully.”

#andromeda.#conversations.

madmanrosier:

Evan was good at lurking. Especially in dark alleyways. Some things never changed, he supposed. Besides, it was fun to shift and startle people who passed. The ones that didn’t notice he was there anyway.

A cigarette, held lazily in his hand, should have made his presence more obvious. If simply for the smoke that curled around him after a drag. But people were oblivious by nature, especially in Diagon Alley, where everyone was searching for something. His gaze shifted, tired of just shifting to startle people, this time he spoke as someone passed by.

“Boo.” The single word was quiet, amusement curling around it like the smoke curled around him. A smirk followed the word as well.

It had been a long day at the auror’s office and Amelia had to admit that her ability to pay too much attention to anything around her had started to falter a little. That, and she really hadn’t expected anyone to simply be lurking around the corner of the alley she’d walked into. “Merlin’s beard!” She let out when the other uttered the simple quiet word, clearly meant to startle her. It definitely had, not that she’d care to admit it. Amelia glanced around to see if maybe his word had been intended for another, but no one else seemed to be around, or at the very least not paying any attention. “What was that for?”

#evan.#conversations.

deletrivs:

lily watched as amelia concealed her amusement, or at the very least attempted to, laughter muffled behind her hand and the redhead returned it with a warm smile. “he did,” she confirmed, “i guess i just miss the innocence about that whole thing, when avoiding getting pummeled with water-filled balloons was one of the biggest struggles of the day.” once more lily lifted her mug of butterbeer to her lips, taking a sip of the frothy drink, the sweet flavour coating her tongue. sighing longingly as amelia continued to reminisce along the same path lily had set them onto she nodded, “oh i miss the food, i miss not having to make my own food? half the time i grab something on my way out of work just because i can’t be bothered unless i’m having someone over for dinner.”

Amelia nodded, her bright smile making place for a smaller one. Life at Hogwarts really did have something so simple about it. All you had to worry about was getting to classes in time, making sure you did the work and avoid Peeves as much as you possibly could. Now, in the ‘real world’ life was so much more complicated. War, chaos, death -- it all seemed much more normal than it should’ve been. “I really do miss that place.” Amelia let out a soft sigh at the thought of a much simpler time. “Oh, absolutely. There’s no way to compare my cooking to even the worst things they’d serve there. I tend to pick up food after work myself as well, it’s far too much effort to cook for just yourself anyway.”

#lily.#conversations.

aliceinaxuxrland:

Amelia really was one of Alice’s closest friends. They had a pretty mentor-mentee relationship through work, but she really did appreciate the younger girl. She didn’t like all of her friends being work focused, but she did really did like having Amelia herself. She just grinned at the younger girl, and laughed. “Oh? I haven’t? Must have slipped my mind” She mused, obviously joking. She grabbed her friend’s hand and tugged her towards Fortescue’s. “It’s simply the best”

“Must have, yeah.” Amelia chuckled as she followed her friend towards her family’s ice cream shop. She really didn’t mind going in there. She’d actually been to Fortescue’s quite a bit when she was younger. Every single time she and her family had gone to Diagon Alley, they would get some ice cream. As a little treat. “I can’t disagree on that one, they really do make the best ice cream. What’s your favourite flavour?”

#alice.#conversations.

rnoonys:

“Oh no,” he assured her, waving her apology away. “This is what they pay me for.” Remus was used to interruptions anyway, since his days at Hogwarts had been filled with them. It was easy for him to turn his attention from one thing to another without losing too much focus. He found it amusing that his friends, in some of their least studious moments, had taught him something that seven years of schooling hadn’t. Remus pointed out the perfectly mundane quills, white feathers amongst seemingly every color and style imaginable.

“I’m honestly not sure,” He added, “There were a few people in earlier today looking at them. They said it might be good white noise for divination or something? To get you ‘in the right frame of mind’,” Remus shrugged, making quotations in the air with his fingers. To each their own, and frankly, not even the strangest thing he’d seen during his relatively short employment.

Amelia offered him a light smile in return for his comment. She was glad that he didn’t seem too bothered by her question. She’d always hated taking attention away from others, not necessarily needing it herself. So when she was forced to draw the attention to herself, like in scenarios like these, she always felt like she had to turn it away from herself as quickly as possible. When Remus pointed her into the direction of the feathers, she was about to thank him and continue her search for the things on her list on her own, but she had to admit it was nice to have a bit of human interaction outside of work.

“White noise?” She could barely believe how someone could ever listen to screams and have it be tolerable in the first place, let alone ‘good’. “Honestly, divination has never been my thing, I’m starting to realise that that’s a good thing.” She half-joked. “Yeah, I’m definitely just going to stick to those. Thank you for your help.” Amelia smiled.

#remus.#conversations.

dareinfernum:

dark eyes bore into the younger woman, a smile curling onto her lips and alecto hummed softly as she spoke. of course there was no science behind it, the whole thing was ridiculous, the only thing an excessive intake of sugar would accomplish was obesity and other health risks. the younger brunette kept her attention however as she continued, alecto licked her ice cream slowly, nodding, “seems more likely i suppose,” she agreed with a shrug, “though isn’t that a lot like fairytales? they’re made up stories changed to coddle children with sweetness and love to tell a deeper story with a life lesson hidden somewhere.”

“Well, it kind of depends on which version of the fairy tale. While they all share a deeper meaning and life lesson, they don’t necessarily have to be sweet.” Amelia shrugged. She wasn’t sure what the other necessarily wanted out of this conversation. Whether this was actually about deep life lessons hidden behind a layer of sweetness, or about the darker fairy tales with awful endings, that did in the end have a life lesson hidden in there. Those often even much darker than the sugarcoated lessons. “Fortunately I did grow up with the nice, sweet fairytales, not the darker ones they used to tell years and years ago.”

#alecto.#conversations.

rnoonys:

Remus offered the woman a smile as he recognized her, careful to keep it from becoming pitying. He knew how those felt, and had, of course, heard of the attack on her family. He doubted there was anyone in the magical community who hadn’t heard. News traveled fast in their small community from the start, but with the war brewing, it seemed like everyone knew someone who had been personally affected. “Alright,” he replied, giving her a small wave and beginning to turn back to the stock when she asked about the quills.

“Um, we’ve gotten a few in recently.” Remus waved her along to follow him and continued along the second floor loft. “There’s just plain old quills, self-inking quills, self-spelling quills.” He paused near the display and waited for Amelia to catch up. “Uh, also,” he hesitated with a grimace, which he quickly tried to cover just in case these were the quills she had been asking about. “Quills that seem to scream quietly when you write with them?” He shook his head in spite of himself.

She felt somewhat bad for changing her mind and with that, keeping the other from continuing whatever he’d been doing, only to show her the new quills. Amelia really didn’t like being kept from her job whenever someone else came in to ask unnecessary questions or just wanted to fill their own time with small talk. “Sorry.” A soft apologetic chuckle slipped her lips as she walked up the stairs. When she made it up to the loft on the second floor, she glanced around to see if she could spot something else she needed, so she would’t have to ask for it again later.

Amelia followed him towards the display and and nodded at his words, to show she was actually listening to all the options. Though, as his tone changed, Amelia raised a brow. It quickly became clear why he seemed slightly hesitant. “Eh -- yeah, no, just a plain old, very normal quill for me.” She quickly assured him. “What do people even do with those? I mean -- screaming? First of all, that sounds absolutely awful, and secondly... Why would you want to hear screaming while writing or taking notes?”

#remus.#conversations.#idk what the blockquote is doing #but i couldn't fix it in the last one #and it's doing it again for some reason...#:/

aliceinaxuxrland:

“Yep… Yep…. I’m good…. “ Alice laughed, grabbing the packet of crisps before she put one into her mouth. It wasn’t the most graceful of things, but she was Alice Fortescue, and she really was not that graceful at all. “Did you want one?” She asked, a smile on her lips, as she offered the bag out to the person in front of her. “Or you know….” She mused, a little grin on her face, as she glanced over at her parent’s shop. “We could get some ice cream? I know the owners” She mused with a grin. Clearly, Alice was spending her day off wisely

Even though Alice had been her mentor for a little bit now, she’d also very quickly become one of Amelia’s friends. Now, on their day off, Amelia walked alongside her friend through Diagon Alley. The brunette eyed the blonde as she very elegantly put one of the crisps in her mouth, a soft laugh falling from her lips as she shook her head. As the blonde mentioned the ice cream shop, Amelia shook her head. “Oh really? You never mentioned that.” She teased.

#alice.#conversations.

deletrivs:

open starter.

lily had one rule for her nights off - no drinking in the leaky cauldron. she needed to stay as far way from her place of work on nights off as possible. it would’ve just been sad otherwise. but other bars were not off limits and she was using that fact to a point where it was almost ridiculous. two butterbeers and one firewhiskey in she was currently nursing her third bottle butterbeer.

“is it bad that i miss peeves right now?” lily asked, a contemplative furrow in her brow as she lifted her butterbeer to her lips, “like it’s been three years since i left hogwarts and out of all things i really shouldn’t miss peeves, right?” she sighed, shaking her head at her own lamenting more than anything else, “i do though… i miss him, and he used to throw water at me and shout ‘carrots need water to grow’.”

A light frown covered Amelia’s face as she heard the question her friend asked. Her hands held onto the bottle of butterbeer, fingers playing with the label as she considered an answer. “Well, Peeves wasn’t exactly my favourite part of Hogwarts.” The brunette mused. She figured most wouldn’t list Peeves anywhere in their top ten of things they missed about their time at the wizarding school. As Lily reminisced about the good old days with the poltergeist, Amelia couldn’t help but let out a laugh, that somehow resembled more of a snort. As she clamped her hand in front of her mouth, she offered the other a slightly apologetic smile. She hadn’t meant to laugh, but the comment came out of nowhere -- and it definitely seemed like something Peeves would’ve shouted across the halls. “Don’t tell me he actually said that. I honestly don’t know how he came up with all of that... Can’t say I miss him though. I don’t mind not having to deal with the abuse. The food however... I definitely miss that part of Hogwarts.”

#lily.#conversations.

dareinfernum:

open starter.

alecto sat with her legs stretched out in front of her, not a care in the world. she focused more on the wand twirling between her fingers in the arm she held at her side than the ice cream melting in her other hand. the strawberry flavoured treat dripped down her hand, pink and sticky running over her palm and wrist. every now and then she would catch a drop of melting ice cream on her tongue, savouring the flavour of her treat.

out of the corner of her eyes someone caught her attention and alecto looked at them. “do you think eating something sugary makes you kinder?” alecto contemplated, “my mother used to say so but i’m not sure i believe her.”

It was moments like these when Amelia wished she would’ve just stayed home instead of going out to grab a few more things she didn’t necessarily needed. Lately she already struggled with interacting with her friends and those she actually liked to interact with. So, striking up a conversation with the woman definitely didn’t seem like a nice way to spend her time. Yet, even though she and the other probably didn’t have a thing in common and likely shared extremely different ideals, Amelia found it difficult to ignore the other and pretend as if the question hadn’t been directed at her. “The science behind that seems flawed. Although, I don’t see why someone would encourage eating sweets too much...” Amelia trailed. “It’s probably a made-up thing though.”

#alecto.#conversations.

seekmarlene:

⋯ 𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙀𝘿 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍﹕open starter

a sigh leaves her lips as she sits at the table, eyebrows furrowed. she’s been trying to write this piece for a few days now, but the words aren’t coming to her. she’s just glad she has the time to actually sit down and write it and not have it be a super time sensitive piece like most of her reports are. normally the words come easy to her, as reporting on her favorite thing in the world is easy to do, but when she has to sit down and write about other things, it’s not as easy. she runs her fingers through her hair, and starts to twirl her quill in her hand, staring down at the paper in front of her. well, she more like glares at the paper, wondering if she should just crumple it up and throw it away and start all over again. so… that’s what the aims to do. expect her hands seem to have a will of their own. her hand that was twirling the pen doesn’t seem to cooperate with her when she tells it to put it down and the pen goes flying from her fingers, going right towards a person who was walking right by her table. a gasp leaves marlene’s lips and she’s quickly standing up to walk over to the person. “merlin i am so sorry, i didn’t throw that at you on purpose, i swear!” she’s sure her face is as red as a tomato by now, embarrassed at what had just happened. “you’re not hurt, right?”

It had been a long day. With the brewing war in the back of everyone’s minds, tension at the auror office was quite high at all times. Amelia had to admit that even she didn’t know exactly who to trust and who to keep at an arm’s length. The ministry seemed to be a great mixture of those on the one side and those on the other. Mixed in with a bunch of people who didn’t really care about either side too much. Obviously the Bones name was quite a familiar one to many in the wizarding world, which didn’t necessarily made her life at the ministry easier for her. Completely drowned in her thoughts, Amelia walked into the tea shop, only to be shaken from her thoughts by a flying pen. A soft, slightly nervous chuckle slipped her lips as she noticed who the culprit behind it was. “You know, if you don’t like me all that much, you can just say so.” Amelia teased her friend. “Do you really think a pen can do more harm than any basic quidditch practice could? I’ve seen worse, trust me.”

#marlene.#conversations.

rnoonys:

Usually Remus tried to avoid the more popular stores in Diagon Alley when looking for employment. There was nothing quite like the quiet judgement and unasked questions when one of his old schoolmates ran into him, former prefect and diligent student with the OWLs and NEWTs to prove it, working in some shop dusting and restocking shelves. So he found himself in an odds and ends shop tucked into an alcove. It didn’t seem to have any particular specialty like many of the other businesses, but Remus supposed that was what kept the clientele so regular. Always friends of the owner or a handful of younger witches and wizards who had been visiting the shop since they were children with their parents.

He was nearing the end of his shift though, and didn’t mind the quiet. It would be nice if he could go the last while without any interruptions. And then the sound of the bell at the door drew Remus from his thoughts, and he cursed and hurried to finish restocking a wall of differently colored rolls of parchment. “Just a second,” he called. “Looking for anything in particular?” Dusting his hands on his robes, he walked to peer over the railing of the second floor loft to the individual below.

Whenever she could avoid it, Amelia preferred to stay away from the busier shops in Diagon Alley. Before she hadn’t cared about the endless attempts at unnecessary small talk too much, not even when people she only vaguely knew would ask questions regarding her personal life that were absolutely none of their business. It wasn’t really anything she couldn’t handle. However, after the news of her parents deaths had travelled through the wizarding community very quickly, walking through Diagon Alley had been pretty much a nightmare. The overload of false sympathy and pitiful looks, let alone the handful of grins shot her way, it was all too much.

So, now whenever she needed anything, she attempted to avoid anyone’s gaze as she made her way to the smaller, lesser known shops in the area. The brunette made her way into one of the more familiar shops, glancing around to make sure there weren’t too many people inside. Amelia remembered coming to the store quite often with her parents as she went shopping with her parents as a little girl. A light smile accompanied the memories before she heard a vaguely familiar voice calling out. She glanced up at the source of the voice, shaking her head lightly at the other’s question. “I think I’ll be able to find most things.” Amelia assured the other. “Oh -- maybe, do you know if you got the new load of quills came in already?”

#remus.#conversations.#tw: death.

moiraxrose

#the saturday night for introverts starter pack

#musings.#not me taking a little break from work to go through musings oops

( kaylee bryant. cisfemale. she/her. ) AMELIA BONES was last seen leaving diagon alley. i remember the TWENTY year old from school, i think they were a HUFFLEPUFF. but now they’re working as an AUROR. when people see them they say they’re reminded of the smell of freshly baked goods, the crunching sound of boots in untouched snow, warm hands on cold cheeks and the impeccable feeling of justice being served. it’s probably because their loyalties lie with the ORDER OF THE PHOENIX.

#patronus.intro #about.#tw: death.

hannahrph

#face.

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