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HOW TO GET AWAY WITH MURDER: 6x02 “Vivian’s Here”

[g-parkinson]

“Mister Diggory,” she said, completely ignoring the frustrated secretary. This was the third time this month she had come by to see him and the third time she had been brushed off. Her ability to deal with anything had been taken up by her new betrothal and this was the final straw for the moment. She put on her best smile, slipping naturally in the role she had been practically raised to play. The philanthropist trying to get money for her worthy cause. In this case, it was from the Ministry to actually be able to do something without having to have a fundraiser. Why even have a Magical Creatures department if it wouldn’t help study magical creatures? “I have appointment, I promise you. You’ll have to forgive the intrusion. I’m afraid I cannot wait any longer. We’ve already been delayed a month and the dragons continue to grow.” She motioned to the seat in front of his desk. “Would you like for me to sit here or should we go to a conference room?” 

@amosdiggoryxx​

[amosdiggoryxx]

If there was one thing that Amos could be praised for usually, was his patience.Though, admittedly, it was beginning to wear thin. He usually had several meetings within the first hour of his shift and primarily it was to do with having to explaining that there wasn’t room in the departments budget to home freed elves, or handing out fines to people who had unauthorised pet dragons roaming around in the Scottish highlands.  Just last week a muggle had spotted one, which just caused a huge headache for Amos, which involved having to inform the higher ups to issue a memory wipe.   He didn’t even have to look up from his paperwork to know who had just set foot inside his office.  Miss Parkinson was one of those people he saw at least once a week, sometimes twice.  Setting his quill down, he gestured his hand to the seat across from him and nodded to his heated looking sectary that it was okay to close the door. “Miss Parkinson, what can I help you with this time?”

[amosdiggoryxx]

augustspencer​:

“Uhm…” August was trying to figure out what was happening while he handed over the map. “Hopefully you can read it, I have a tendency of writing all over maps to help mark points of interest for me.” He gave Amos a toothy grin as he watched the other man look over the disaster of a map. “Hold up….” August said, holding his hands up, “you’re saying a muggle is a person? That seems like…. an odd name…. what does it mean?” 

A bright smile formed on Amos’s features and he had an epiphany, and he shook his head at himself.  “By muggle, i just mean non magical people.....” He wasn’t sure if that had been immediately obvious to the other.  Taking the map from August, Amos brow furrowed as he struggled to make out the scribbles on the map.  “Ah see here...”  He said, pointing to Kings cross station.  “This area is what I was talking about, it’s mostly populated with muggles....non magical people.”

[amosdiggoryxx]

xameliabonesx​:

There was an emotion that went along with Amelia’s sparkling eyes. It was an emotion she had only felt with Amos. That sparkle was just for him. No matter what she did, she couldn’t hide that twinkle that silently spoke, saying things she didn’t have the ability to say out loud. She wondered if he noticed. Did he notice he brought her back to younger days? Did he know she missed him terribly – every single day. Whether it was a passing thought, something that reminded her of him or a night she was alone in bed and couldn’t sleep. All roads led back to Amos but she couldn’t tell him that. Not now. She didn’t play the guilt game. What was the point? There was no need to hurt anyone and no need to ruin a moment she could have with him. Instead she sparkled. And sparkled. And sparkled.

Amelia sat straight up and spoke in her work voice, “Mr. Diggory, take a seat please.” Being in Law Enforcement and sitting on the Wizengamot gave her that voice people hated hearing but it felt like the right tone of voice to be playful instead of begging him to sit with her. She had begged him not to leave her before and she swore she would never beg anyone for anything again.

“Sirius Black –” she paused like she was thinking about how to respond diplomatically but really she wished there was something – anything – else the pair could talk about. However, it opened the door so she indulged his question. “Well, obviously I had something to do with his case. I did what was right.” Amelia put her elbows on the table and leaned in. “You know me. I’m always right – I mean, I always do the right thing.”

Perhaps it was selfish of Amos to still speak with Amelia, maybe he really ought not to.  Although the pair hardly ever spoke of it, Amos knew deep within his heart that he had hurt her terribly and he didn’t know if she still thought about it as he did. It was probably too late now to mend it, and he didn’t like the idea of upsetting her again.  The look she had on her face the day that he left was seared in his memory. Maybe the guilt he had felt from that day onwards was his punishment. Did the memory of that day still haunt her as it did for him?  He would probably never know.  Maybe he didn’t have the right to know anymore. 

It was shocking, even to Amos how well hid of those thoughts from his face as a bright smile ignited on his features as his hues locked with Amelia’s.  “Is that your work voice?”  He asked in a teasing tong, the smile on his lips now reaching his eyes.  As she continued to speak Amos nodded along, not all surprised that Amelia would have done the right thing, thinking that in her position he hoped that he would have the strength to do the same.  Amos didn’t know Sirius all that well, but he had struggled to believe the boy was at fault. He knew all too well what the Ministry were capable of. 

“I know you do.”  Amos stated, his smile almost faltering if only for a second. “You were right... as per usual.”  Clearing his throat, Amos’s gaze left her face and fell to the slightly worn menu.  “Can I get you anything? My treat? I’am starving.”

[amosdiggoryxx]

augustspencer​:

“Hold on” August said, digging out his map from his pocket. He unfolded it, focusing on the area around Kings Cross. “Ok, London, Kings Cross. I see Barnsbury Estate, there’s Camden Town, Bloomsbury, and Clerkenwell” August read, as his hand slid from one borough to the next, all encircling the the station in question. August glanced at Amos, his brow furrowing, before going back to the map, pulling it closer to his face, to see if ‘Muggle’ was a smaller square or lane nearby. August unfurled the entire map, holding his hands wide to scan the entirety of London and surrounding villages.

August sighed, fliping the top half of the map over, looking back at Amos. “It is just a local thing?”

Amos tilted his head slightly, trying to understand what exactly was tripping the other up. He had lived in and around the area for the past five years, though navigating new places had never been a strong suit of his, so his empathy was absolute.  “Oh no.... I didn’t mean it was literally called that, I just meant it’s an area mostly populated by muggles...”  Amos raised a hand to scratch his head, wondering if maybe he was just making the situation worse rather than better.  “Perhaps it would be easier if it was actually called mugglesvillie or something though.” He remarked with an accompanying chuckle.  “Certainly would have made my attempting to find a decent tea shop easier..... because their tea is usually better for some reason.... Never have worked out why exactly that is....”  He trailed off realising he was starting to waffle.  

“If you hand me the map, i can maybe mark the muggle areas if that helps?”

[slytherinnpride]

“Maybe become a person someone could love.”

[amosdiggoryxx]

@xameliabonesx

[amosdiggoryxx]

augustspencer​:

August watched as the wizard contemplated the best options for him to find a pie. “Kings Cross eh? That should be easy enough, I know where that is….kinda.” August’s face flushed. He could not believe how turned around he kept getting here. Navigation was never a problem back home, even when he first got to Ilvermony. 

“But the muggle side? Is that… like a borough next to the station or?” August furrowed his brow, thinking he would have noticed such an odd word on his well-worn map. 

Amos couldn’t help but laugh softly finding the other wizard’s confusion endearing, it reminded him alot of the muggleborn friends he had made in his hometown back home. “Sorry, I meant the muggle owned stores, just don’t them galleons, because they will assume your insane.”  As he said that, he had a minor flashback to one his best friends from back home attempted to buy some books from a muggle store with a couple of sickles and a knut, obviously they were asked to leave when they were unable to produce ‘real’ money.

“But yeah, the entrance to Kings cross is on the muggle side, have you never looked around there? There are some great shops around there.”

[amosdiggoryxx]

oflestrcnges​:​​

           it   might  have  been  rosalind’s  fault  for  not  looking  where  she  was  walking ,  but  the  quick  annoyance  that  shone  on  her  features  when  she  had  walked  into  someone  right  after  the  elevator  opened  was  mixed  with  a  quick   ❝  watch  it ❞ .   she  had  been  watching  the  parchment  floating  next  to  her  as  the  self-writing  quill  wrote  the  words  she’d  been  saying  right  before  the  interruption  and  of  course  to  her  disappointment ,  the  quill  had  decided  to  pick  up  on  her  latest  words  too .  ❝ scratch  that  ,  ❞  she  says  to  the  quill  ,  waiting  for  it  to  cross  the  words  out  before  extending  her  hand  out  to  catch  the  parchment  she’d  been  using  to  track  her  field  notes .  

      her  attention  is  finally  back  on  the  wizard  -  hands  falling  to  the  pocket  in  her  robe  as  her  lips  draw  into  a  slight  grimace .  ❝ i  haven’t  gotten  much  time  to  do  some  paperwork  so  of  course  it’s  a  working  lunch  today  -  ❞  now  why  was  she  even  explaining  herself  to  a  wizard  like  amos  diggory ?   ❝ it’d  be  my  advise  to  find  a  better  place  to  loiter  -  some  departments  actually  have  work  to  do .   ❞ 

Tilting his head slightly as the witch spoke to him, he certainly wasn’t one to have arguments, though he also wasn’t as wishy-washy as he knew some people saw him. “Yes well, I have apologised, your tone isn’t necessary.”  Getting to his feet, he had a sudden realisation that he must have been sitting outside for far longer than he intended on because people seemed to be leaving for the day. 

Amos knew that he didn’t have to explain himself to someone who was not his senior, though his already taxing day was catching up with him after this exchange.  “Actually, I have been in my office all morning, which is where I’m going to back to.”  He managed to smile, though it wasn’t laced with his usual kindness. Although, he did manage to bite his tongue before adding, ‘it must be nice to clock out.’  “Anyway, sorry for being in your way. Though, I would advise you to pay more attention in future.”

[amosdiggoryxx]

viogreengrass​:​​

Violet tossed the report back into the file folder before closing the cabinet of her desk. She exhaled audibly, drawing glances from her fellow hit wix. Standing from her chair, and putting on a pair of sunglasses, she sauntered out of the cramped room, calling over her shoulder “see ya next week” as she made her way to the elevators.

She made it to the main floor, surprised by the number of wixen not crowding the typically busiest floor of the ministry. She decided against the floo network (made her a bit queasy even to this day) and moved towards the entrance used by muggles or those who wanted to head right out into London proper. She was of the later group, to partake in a pseudo ritual she had. She would walk the short distance to the spot of flat her and Greggory had shared, and sat across the street and talk to “him”. She felt odd visiting his grave, which was located closer to his mother. 

She turned the corner, coming as close without actually running into him.

“Oh, sorry”

“My apologies, just glad I didn’t tackle ya” Violet remarked, pulling her hair into a pony tail. 

On reflection he probably should have chosen a bench to sit on, rather then the steps leading into the Ministry. He had just been so mentally drained Amos had literally collapsed on the first thing resembling a seat that he saw. Theres only many times in a single hour that you can tell someone ‘Definitely not. We cannot afford to fund your research.’ One younger witch had actually burst into tears, which only fuelled the guilt Amos felt. 

“No, no. My mistake.”  Amos said softly as he got to his feet, brushing the dust off his trousers from where he had been sitting.  Giving the woman a friendly smile.  “I guess I underestimated just how busy it was going to be today.”  His gaze followed another crowd of people as they passed the two of them on their way into the Ministry.  “If you had, it would have been the second time today.”  Pressing his lips together, Amos shook his head as he recalled the older wizard who had all but fallen over him on his way out.  That probably should have been his cue to move.  

[amosdiggoryxx]

augustspencer​:

“Oh duh, haha” August laughed, smacking his palm against his forehead. “I guess it never occurred to me to use magic for Thanksgiving dinner. Probably just assumed my dad liked babying the oven all day.” August tightened the strap of the bag over his arm, trying to push down a surge of homesickness. 

“Nice to meet you Amos, August Spencer” he told the wizard before him. “Amos, like those cookies….” August smiled warmly, “but as you can tell I am not from around here. And I know for a fact I couldn’t compete with my mother’s famous pumpkin pie. Would you by chance know of a place I could acquire a great tasting pie?”

Amos shook his head, as a soft laughter fell from his lips.  “Don’t worry, I often forget that there so many things I could use magic for.... I only recently learnt a charm to tie my bowties for example.”  At the mention of which, his hand instinctively rose to his neck which appeared to not be sporting a tie today...he did leave in a slight rush this morning. 

“Good to meet you, August.”  Giving the other a kind smile.  Amos proceeded to hum aloud at his question, he certainly was not a stranger to bakeries in the area.  There was even one that knew him by name because of how often he frequented their little store. “You might have better luck looking in the Muggle side, I’ve found that their cakes and pies are pretty unrivalled, save for Madam Rosemerta’s scones...”  Trailing off as he tried to remember the name of a specific bakery.  “...There’s one near Kings cross...the name is escaping me though, but you can’t miss it, the smell is undeniable....in a good way, i mean.”

[augustspencer]

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“Ok, turkey, got it, stuffing stuff, got it, cranberries, got em, gravy….. got it” August grinned as he looked over his collection of finds. He must have walked a good portion of London location all the makings of an american thanksgiving. He was anxious of his first major holiday alone, but had made a point of making it as ‘normal’ as possible. He clasped his bookbag closed, and heaved the sack onto his back. He confidently walked the lane to his flat, allowing the confidence of finding what he needed ooze out of him. Then he stopped dead in his tracks. 

“Shit… what if the turkey doesn’t fit in the oven?!” he said (quite loud) to himself.

[amosdiggoryxx]

If it hadn’t been for the fact that Amos had some family in Philadelphia, he probably wouldn’t have known thanksgiving was approaching, it wasn’t as if it was something that celebrated in Britain. Though, he had always appreciated the notion of the holiday.  He had been walking back to his flat in a pretty up beat mood when he heard the unmistakable sound of an American twang.  A small chuckle escaped his lips as he turned to where the comment had sounded from.  

“You could always shrink it?  I know from expereince that it doesn’t make any difference to the taste.”  Amos stated as a kind smile spread across his face. “There are also charms to cook without using an oven, but I’m not well versed enough in that to be giving advice, one wrong word in the spell and your kitchen would be an inferno....”  Trailing off, he shook his head and tutted at himself.  “How rude of me, I should introduce myself.  Amos Diggory.”

[amosdiggoryxx]

Amos was for the most part, a pretty chill guy but he had been pushed the limit at work.  Sometimes he really resented being left in charge of his department’s budget, because all it really meant was that his higher ups couldn’t be bothered to deal with the countless amounts of people wanting more money to fund their research.  If it were solely up to him, he would grant all the requests.  But instead, he had spent an entire afternoon trying to find nicer ways of saying the phrase, ‘Absolutely not.’  

Sitting just outside the Ministry, he wondered how many more requests he would return to.  Sighing loudly as he stared into space, he didn’t realise he was partially blocking the entrance.  “Oh, sorry.”

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[amosdiggoryxx]

xameliabonesx​:

It was funny that Amos was who stood before her. Funny because it had been so long, funny that he felt so familiar and funny because that was Amos. It’s one of the things Amelia always loved about him. He was able to bring the humor out in her. It’s not that Amelia wasn’t funny or didn’t like to have fun, but she was dedicated to whatever she was putting her mind to. When she was a kid, she helped run the household and take care of her younger siblings. In school it was her studies, Quidditch and being Head Girl. After graduating it was getting into the Ministry of Magic and her seat on the famous Wizengamot. The people who really knew her knew she was her own type of hilarious and warm. Amos always saw that more than anyone, ex or otherwise.

Seeing him brought back their closeness, nights of belly laughter and snogging sessions that hadn’t been matched since him. Amelia felt the pain of not being with him day in and day out but seeing his smiling face made her stomach a warm environment for the butterflies that arrived as her eyes opened. 

The smile Amelia gave him was effortless. For the moment she allowed herself to forget about her responsibilities. It all went away as Amos stood in front of her. “A best friend –” Amelia leaned forward after emphasizing the f-word, “wouldn’t stand there with his arms crossed. Do you think he would need an invitation to sit and get comfortable?”

Amos was fairly well versed in most things, he had an extremely annoying habit of being that guy who could turn his hand to almost anything. Though, trying to extinguish the guilt he felt whenever he ran into Amelia was one thing he did not excel at. Maybe it was only he who still felt that pang in the depths of his stomach whenever the two were together, maybe the guilt wasn’t because he felt bad, but because he knew he had made a terrible mistake.  Honestly, he had known that within seconds of the breakup, it didn’t matter because it was too late now, and at least they were still friends. He would take that. 

Despite the thoughts swarming around in his mind, a smile stretched across his face.  “Perhaps not, but it’s always good to check.”  He said in a light hearted tone as he lowered into the space across from her. Amos knew that his suffering was his own doing, and as it always did, hearing Amelia’s voice managed to aid it. Tapping the table lightly with his index finger, Amos tilted his head as a sort of knowing look swam in his hues.  “I heard about Sirius.”  He said lowly. He didn’t know for certain that she had something to do with the eldest Black son being released, but he did know what Amelia was like.  It had always been something that had drawn him to her in the first place, always wanting to do the right thing.  “You wouldn’t happen to have helped in that did you?”

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[amosdiggoryxx]

@xameliabonesx

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[xameliabonesx]

location: three broomsticks open to everyone.

It was easy to lose track of time when the case against Sirius Black was happening. The Wizengamot met everyday with discussion, argument with one another, weighing pros and cons — deciphering truth from fiction.

Whenever a person’s life was in on the line, Amelia’s job was that much more important. She kept that part of her life away from her personal life. She spent nights hunched over asleep on her desk after falling asleep reading documents. Cases like these tested who everyone on the Wizengamot was. And she was disappointed in too many of them.

Not everyone shared Amelia’s enthusiasm for educating herself, taking notes in her leather bound books, listening to voices to pick up on lies — her life became the case.

With Sirius Black being acquitted — hardly — Amelia could breathe again. She was able to sleep in her bed and had more space in her head, she was able to have a drink for Merlin’s sake! Enter: The Three Broomsticks.

Ordering a stiff drink of mead, she took it to a booth to wait for her drinking companion. They were supposed to meet when they both left work. In the meantime, Amelia leaned her head on the top of the booth behind her and closed her eyes, fingers twisting her chalice of mead.

“I hear you over there,” Amelia said with a smirk. She opened her eyes and looked over at the stranger among strangers. “What do you want?” The words were a little harsh but her tone was sweet.

[amosdiggoryxx]

Amos was the sort of bloke, who’s mind worked at 100 miles a minute, so he often would go a month or so without catching up with his friends.  It wasn’t intentional, he just hardly ever stopped, there was something occupying him, if it wasn’t work, it was helping a friend or family member with something, and if it wasn’t that, it was going on a string of pretty average dates.  Almost like he was afraid to be alone with his thoughts for too long.  Although, on this day he had found himself with some unexpected free time, he had overcompensated for how long one of his various meetings at work would go. It had been a younger witch requesting additional funds to help a dragon sanctuary in Romania, and unfortunately his department just didn’t have the extra money.  So it had been a simple ‘no’ and the meeting, which Amos had put aside an hour for, lasted barely five minutes.

He had decided to go along to the Three Broomsticks for his lunch, feeling like he definitely needed to leave his office at least once in the day. As he stepped inside, his attention was immediately drawn to Amelia. She was definitely one of the people that Amos really meant to catch up with well before now. He wasn’t exactly sure where they stood, he didn’t ever see any of his exes, but Amelia was an exception to that rule.  A smile started to etch on his lips as he wandered over to the booth she was sitting at and he folded his arms across his chest, realising he wasn’t who she was expecting. “Oh, I’m sorry I thought you were my best friend, perhaps I’am mistaken although the resemblance is striking.”  He said in a light hearted tone, a slight chuckle accompanying his words. 

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