𝙒𝙃𝘼𝙏 𝙄𝙎 𝘼 𝙇𝙀𝙂𝘼𝘾𝙔?

ALICE L. FORTESCUE she/they. xxvi. code four. slytherin alumnus. auror. manager at fortescue's. order member. · · · · ❝ The older I get, the more I see how women are described as having gone mad, when what they’ve actually become is knowledgeable and powerful and fucking furious. ❞

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moodboard ⇢ alice louise fortescue. 

her voice left a flavor of honey and gunpowder on the air.

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evcnrosicrx‌:

Evan made his way after a long shift into the doors of the Leaky Cauldron like a warm hug would be awaiting him on the other side. But as usual, stares came. Rosier. The name clung to him like a stench he would never get out and his icy hues glared in the direction of those glaring at him. Huffing, he made his way to the back corner by the fire, wanting nothing more than to seep into the walls when he saw blonde hair, beautiful and long. Betraying himself for a moment, he let his jaw clench and unclench, moving over to her before he placed a galleon down on the bar top. “Pint of fire whiskey, and another rum and cream soda if she’s not had her third.” He murmured before he looked down at her. It had been weeks… And here they were again, in this never ending circle of “I hate you, I love you”. So Evan blinked before he looked down. “You look wonderful this evening, Miss Fortescue.”

     “He makes an entrance,” It always angered her,  the fact that Evan’s presence, despite it all, was familiar and therefore comfortable. Through the anger, the hate, the longing, it remained the same -- she couldn’t trust him, no, but she felt comfortable and that night it had to be enough. If it was almost anyone else she would’ve hated it -- them ordering for her, but she rolled her eyes not yet in the mood to fight him. Maybe after the third rum and cream, she would be. She turned towards him, “do I? I charmed my hair back to blonde this evening, I love the pink but I’m getting bored. Not sure what to do next. You look positively WRECKED though, did someone run you over with a wheelchair? Did Miss Stebbins try to again serenade you for three hours straight and then flash you, again? Maybe you’re just tired of, well,” she shrugged, not finishing her sentence, grabbing the new glass of rum and cream soda, taking a sip. “ A whole pint of firewhiskey though? Who died?”

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alcarrows‌:

               Alecto almost couldn’t help that her knee jerk reaction to Alice’s order was to wrinkle her nose down at her own glass. She tried her best to bury it in small sip of her drink, but then she figured that the both of them were drinking alone; small talk was small talk, even if her opening line was something more combative than she had any right to be. In truth, she’d spent the past half hour sitting at the bar with half an ear open for other people’s conversations, and she was pleased at her restraint — that Alice was the first person she felt the need to toss her two sickles at.  “ Extra foam? “  she asked, turning at her waist to look at the blonde with polite incredulity.  “ I barely have the stomach for butterbeer as it is these days, with how sweet it is, but adding that much foam might kill me. “  Alecto cocked her head and paused a moment in her words, raising her glass to her lips for another small drink. This time, she wasn’t hiding a wrinkled nose, but that she was taking the time to set her mouth in a small smile. It occurred to her she could have chosen a better topic if she were truly so desperate to talk to someone who seemed half sane.  “ I hope you don’t find that judgmental. Foam is part of the butterbeer experience, I’m told, and my flavor palate just doesn’t like any of it. “

     “Oh please, JUDGEMENTAL? That’s just an opinion, a different taste? I don’t really consider that judgemental, at least, not in the negative way. I think it’s in just in my DNA? My cousin is sugar quill obsessed, my uncle owns an ice cream shop,” as much as Alice wanted to go on, to bring up her mother and father too so casually -- she couldn’t get herself to do it. The fact was, she didn’t really know what her mother liked anymore and her father? Six feet under ( at least, metaphorically as he’d been cremated ) who knows what his tastebuds would be now. Though, she could remember a time where they were all positively obsessed with sweets, nights in Fortescue’s where they’d all be a family gorging on them in every form -- it really was in her blood. “Speaking of, at least you were diplomatic in your approach -- I’ve got people screaming at me sometimes, giving me their actual judgement as if it’s going to make the Strawberry Bubblegum flavor disappear. But, are you telling me you’ve never ONCE liked butterbeer? Not even as a kid? You’re probably someone who’d like those tea flavored ice creams we’ve got.”

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liviagreengrass‌:

OH, HOW SHE hated walking. But it was good for her body, her old Healer used to say. The best exercise she can do without breaking any of her bones or any part of her for that matter any more than the family’s curse would do a number on her. So when she arrived at The Leaky Cauldron, greatly out of breath, she was relieved to catch a familiar head of blonde head at the bar. She wobbled over to there, hearing just a fraction of the girl’s order before slipping right next to Alice Fortescue at the bar. 

“I’ll have one of those extra foamy Butterbeers too, please,” she told the barkeep with a tired smile before whirling to meet Alice’s gaze. The weary look on her friend’s face told her much about the day’s ministrations. “Long day at work, I see. Tell me, who ordered the Blood Flavored ice cream this time and got mad that it wasn’t as good as the blood-flavored lollipops at Honeyduke’s? I reckon it was one of those spoiled little boys again stomping their foot around and demanding their mum do a number on you.”

     Some days just sucked and there was no rhyme, reason or magic to it. Things didn’t go as planned, life decided to take a turn for not even the worse but the extremely shitty & inconvenient. Despite this, Livia was a breath of fresh air -- it would’ve been a crime if Alice continued to sulk her way through that day, especially when she was so on point. “Today, I wanted to strangle the PARENTS,” she started, turning in Livia’s direction, running her hands through her hair. “Listen, I’ve tried to tell Flo that we’ve got to just make a deal with Honeydukes to get the flavoring but he’s in some ancient feud with them about Salazar knows what and he won’t budge. I even fantasized about going behind his back,” Alice shrugged, taking a drink from one of the butterbeers that showed up in front of them. 

     “But I almost don’t know if it’ll make it worse, considering whatever this... thing is about. Maybe that’ll be a new case and you could help me on it, it seems a bit fun, yeah? Let’s just hope it’s not something scandalous. Or maybe we should.” Raising her eyebrows, there was a mischievous glint her eyes, which finally rested on Livia. Alice made a few mental notes as she went to smile at her friend, like that Livia seemed a bit tired ( though, that wasn’t atypical ), but she forced herself to turn off her investigative brain and just be in friend brain. “How’re you then? Did you develop psychic abilities since last we spoke?”

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bcnesbruiscs‌:

     the ministry was hell, every day edgar had to bite his tongue to avoid losing not only his job but his way of supplying information and protection to order members, able to occasionally find ways to legally get them out of situations or cover up an order mission with paperwork. he was constantly on edge when at work, almost always needing to stop by the leaky cauldron after a particularly hard shift- using it as an excuse to get a slight buzz and visit with greta. 

    when he dragged himself through the doors, edgar noticed a familiar blonde head already seated at the bar. he smiled slightly, slipping onto the stool next to her and motioning to get the same thing as her, sliding a few galleons onto the bar to pay for them both.  “ a butterbeer? nostalgic?  “ 

     “Well, Edgar, if you’re having another drink I’ll pay for yours because that’d only be right,” turning in his direction, she smiled, happy to see him. He was one of the few people in the Ministry left who were worthy of trust, an Order member who was risking so much, a friend who had so much resting on his shoulders. It showed, even more than Alice knew, that he was carrying a lot  and had been since before The Order. 

     “You pinned me there though, I am a bit nostalgic, I’m not going to be one of those people who say they miss the old days, before EVERYTHING was how it was, because there were plenty of problems then too but I’m definitely missing those Hogsmeade weekends. Being in school then getting that little feeling of escape? It’s not the same when you’re an adult, I go to Hogsmeade now and it’s just different. Can’t really just fully ENJOY myself, you know?” Waving her hand away at her thoughts, the emotions that threatened to spill out, she went back to turning her attention to Edgar. “Enough of that, I’ll buy you an extra drink for having to walk down memory lane with me there. How was your day?”

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missmmckinnon‌:

There was almost always someone she knew drinking or at the Leaky Cauldron. Luckily this establishment was still relatively safe and friendly, didn’t have to worry she would get thrown out for being a Code 4 or anything like that. Sometimes there were still nasty people, but they were usually outnumbered by friendlier company. 

Looked like tonight was her lucky night, though, she had caught sight of Alice. Sitting alone, which was a little bit unexpected but if she was in the mood to talk Marlene usually was. She made her way over to the bar, “This seat taken?” She asked.

     Alice turned when she heard Marlene’s voice, extremely happy that at least now she’d have company, especially in the form of Marlene McKinnon. “Ah, no, not at all. Even if it was, I’d kick them out,” even with the doldrums of the day, even with the complacency mixed with the anxiety of constantly looking over your shoulder for the boogie man ( or in this case, someone off to throw her into Azkaban ), seeing Marlene was a highlight. A welcome break in the monotony. 

     “It’s really nice to see you, what are you having? I’ll get it and I WON’T let you object.” Some days drinking at the Leaky was meant for sulking, but tonight it’d be a celebration of life -- that they’d made it another day. “Halloween’s comin’ up, you’ve got any plans? I’m thinking we should throw a little party if you’re game. For all the people in the world who are still moderately sane, that is. Though, I’m not sure that even I’d qualify for that at this point.”

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andrxmeda-black‌:

Andromeda wasn’t having the best of days. She had been in the bookstore since the early hours of the morning, and had already endured a visit from her mother begging her to stop being so silly and to come back home where she belonged. The middle of the Black sisters honestly was unsure as to why her mother insisted on the weekly visits to her shop, as her mind was set and she would not be waived from her chosen path.

The woman was in a daydream like state as she pottered around her little store, tidying up some of the books that customers had picked up and left in the complete wrong place (something which bothered her incessantly) and she almost missed the bell ringing, alerting her to someone entering the shop. It took Andie a few moments to realise that she was no longer around and she turned around to lean against the counter, facing her customer. 

“How can I help you today?”

     “Andie, have you got any books on runes? Any anti-curse runes? Mostly runes, but,” Alice was too preoccupied at the task at hand to properly greet Andromeda, a stack of promising looking books already in her arms. Right now, she was on a mission, she had a goal -- talking to Andromeda could wait until after she’d at least narrowed down all the books in the store that she needed. Besides, she’d brought some teas in her knapsack, hoping after she picked her books, they’d have a few moments to spare & talk. 

     “How’s your day been, by the way? I’ve got some goodies in my bag, but, as you can see, I’m getting a whole bunch of books today. A woman on a mission, I am, it’s that SLYTHERIN AMBITION,” picking another book, Alice tried to reorganize her stack of books to make it more comfortable to hold. “Also, you’ve got anything new in on Herbology? I’d ask about xylomancy too, but, you know there’s only about three people besides me in the universe who actually care for that form of Divination.”

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oflilyevans‌:

She went over the things on her mental to-do list for a second, striking things off as she went, feeling rather satisfied with herself. She liked her job. Lily liked interviewing people about Quidditch and reporting on matches and strategies and everything Quidditch related. She did. Part of her just wished she could write more hard-hitting stories in stead. She was on her way back to muggle London from an interview at Quality Quidditch Supplies, going over the conversation in her mind, not noticing Alice when she walked into the Leaky Cauldron. Once the other spoke up, however, she turned her head and smiled before plopping down next to the blonde, dropping her bag on the ground and letting out a deep sigh. She didn’t need much time to overthink it — she enjoyed the other’s company, could use a warm drink and was in the mood for some relaxation. “Same for me, please,” she added quickly, before turning to Alice. “Glad to know that there’s other foam enthusiasts running around the world. I wish I could just drink the foam, pass up on the Butterbeer itself. Hi, by the way.”

    “We’re a dying breed, aren’t we? I wonder if there’s a way to just get the foam now? We’ve got to INVESTIGATE that,” Alice went to give Lily a hug and a kiss on the cheek, smiling in her presence. There was something about her, something ferocious, honest, true, that Alice adored. Besides the fact that she was close friends with some other fantastic people that Alice also liked -- those people had nothing but good things to say about Lily Evans and it wasn’t hard to see why. Anyone who hated Lily for whatever reason would have to go through Alice first before touching a hair on her very red head.  “You’d better make it your next op ed piece at Seeker Weekly, screw Quidditch, we’ve got to get down to the depths of this. Maybe we could even convince the inventor of Butterbeer to just sell the foam.”

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catchlovegreta‌:

The Leaky Cauldron was as busy tonight as it seemed to be almost every night since she started working there after graduation. It was consistently busy and she appreciated it. Greta liked to be busy, doing nothing for too long made her mind wander and she definitely didn’t need any of that. So she threw herself into her work, polite smile a permanent fixture on her face as she swiftly moved from one customer to the next. She listened carefully to the blonde woman’s request, mentally writing her order down.  “Sure thing. I’ll get it to you right away.” Picking up a few more orders on the way, she was back in front of Alice a few minutes later. “Here you go.”  

     “Thank you, thank you,” Alice offered a smile up at Greta, before going for her butterbeer, taking a long sip. It was perfect, as always, and while the ice cream flavor that Florean made from the Leaky’s recipe was good -- it was not as good as the actual thing. “You know, I’ve tried making this in many forms so many times and I’ve never been able to crack the recipe. Neither has Uncle Florean. I’m sure you’d know with your EXCELLENT taste for these kinds of things --  meaning anything and everything edible.” Alice’s smile went mischievous then as she playfully wiggled her eyebrows. “What’s your secret Miss Greta Catchlove?”

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aurorxdolohov‌:

This wasn’t a courtesy visit, they rarely made those these days anymore, but the exterior of the Cauldron was as it always seemed to be. Slightly unkempt, but welcoming. Dolohov is followed by two of his subordinates as he pushed open the heavy door and a moment of silence passes over members in the crowd. A few murmurs stir as the patrons of the bar try to go about their business like nothing has happened, nervous eyes exchange glances as the two subordinates from the Department of Law Enforcement stood imposing by the door. Antonin’s eyes were fixed upon Alice from the moment the door had opened, he hadn’t seen her since – well since she’d been canned, but the Ministry had done its part to keep tabs on her. “Still taking your foam by the gallon,” Antonin said calmly, he had questions that he wanted to ask, but that wasn’t why he was here – truthfully he was still figuring that out. His eyes flickered towards the bartender, dismissing them in a single breath, “I don’t want anything from you.”

     “Better foam than bullshit, but, I digress,” the hush that went over the crowd made Alice roll her eyes in annoyance but when she realized the voice next to her was Antonin -- well -- she felt venomous. Betrayal never came from your enemies. Everytime she thought of Antonin, heard his name, saw something regarding the last name Dolohov anywhere -- she thought of that simple statement. Maybe she was an idiot, for believing in people’s abilities to CHANGE, maybe she manufactured something in Antonin that he simply didn’t have. Loyalty. With his rudeness towards the bartender, she pulled out a few sickles, giving it to them. “It’s like losing house points but for every unpleasant comment you make, we’ve all got to pay literally and figuratively.” Noting to herself that her wand was in her left pocket ( not on the usual holster she had when she was an Auror, not anymore ), she went to face him, keeping her face even, though she felt nothing but. 

    “Don’t tell me I’m going to Azkaban SO soon, I’ve not drank my gallon of foam yet. Or have you missed me? Maybe we should get friendship bracelets, they’ve got some with interesting runic ones that light up when one of us is thinking about the other.”

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“✆” for a morning text.

[ TEXT: MAR THE STAR: SENT 07:45AM ]:  I haven’t bothered you in a while and since I have a day off, let me get you some breakfast. What do you want? [ TEXT: MAR THE STAR: SENT 07:45AM ]:  Maybe I should make Flo make breakfast ice cream. Like bacon flavored? Sounds gross but I’ll try it. [ TEXT: MAR THE STAR: SENT 07:45AM ]:  ANYWAY! Let me know, xoxo, love you miss Mckinnon!!! if Jules isn’t busy, maybe we can rope her into it too.

“✉” for a text that wasn’t sent.

[ TEXT: MAR THE STAR: UNSENT 02:45AM ]: You’re far too good for this world. I should’ve never recruited you for the Order. [ TEXT: MAR THE STAR: UNSENT 02:45AM ]:  Never. [ TEXT: MAR THE STAR: UNSENT 02:45AM ]: I’ve gone to too many funerals. I’ve seen too many families torn apart. [ TEXT: MAR THE STAR: UNSENT 02:45AM ]: The right thing is subjective to many, I know the Order seems like the right thing, but.[ TEXT: MAR THE STAR: UNSENT 02:45AM ]: It seems like the only option for change now, doesn’t it? But. [ TEXT: MAR THE STAR: UNSENT 02:45AM ]:  I always think about the but. Not for myself, but for you. [ TEXT: MAR THE STAR: UNSENT 02:45AM ]: Don’t die on me, McKinnon.

“✿” for a suggestive text.

[ TEXT ACCIDENTALLY SENT TO: MAR THE STAR: SENT 18:58PM ]: 💋💋 Red or blue? Guess what color i’m wearing. Of underwear. Guess. You’ll find out soon. 💘[ TEXT ACCIDENTALLY SENT TO: MAR THE STAR: SENT 18:58PM ]: AHHHH FUCK MARLENE!!!!!! THAT WAS NOT FOR YOU!!!!!!!! YOU DON’T NEED T’BE KNOWING ABOUT MY CACKS FWHEFJIWF[ TEXT ACCIDENTALLY SENT TO: MAR THE STAR: SENT 18:58PM ]: This is a new low. wOW.

“ø” for a late night text. 

[ TEXT: MAR THE STAR: SENT 00:45AM ]: Listen, I might be sTONEd but! Do you think oranges and apples get mad about people comparing them all the damn time? [ TEXT: MAR THE STAR: SENT 00:45AM ]: We should be more sensitive to their feelings, is all I’m saying. 

“#” for a random text.

[ TEXT: MAR THE STAR: SENT 10:46AM ]: Have you ever been to Pride in Galway? You’ve gotta come!![ TEXT: MAR THE STAR: SENT 10:46AM ]: The clubs round home are the most fun then. The MOST fun! [ TEXT: MAR THE STAR: SENT 10:46AM ]: Tell Jules if she doesn’t come she’s committing a hate crime 😚😚😚

“ツ” for an excited text.

[ TEXT: MAR THE STAR: SENT 14:22PM ]: MARLENE MARLENE MARLENE MARLEEEEEENE[ TEXT: MAR THE STAR: SENT 14:22PM ]: I’m beggin on you PLEASE meet me at the Broomstix during your Hogsmeade weekend I got something to show YAAAA[ TEXT: MAR THE STAR: SENT 14:22PM ]: I’m gonna torture ya too until you agree to see me. Maybe even longer than that. I’m feeling impish today.

“$” for an accidental text.

[ TEXT: MAR THE STAR: SENT 14:54PM ]: Hmmm……that’s a no, Florean. She’s literally a ghost in her own house. Haunting that house. I HATE going back. You want to throw a party? It’d be a Halloween party with the amount of death that’s in that house, fucking hell.[ TEXT: MAR THE STAR: SENT 14:54PM ]: Oo! Sorry Marlene! Meant for my Uncle Florean. Show him this text, say boo, and get a free scoop of ice cream for having to see the scary bits of my personal life. 

“♀” for a heartbreaking text. ( sent after Marlene’s death, if that happens here )

[ TEXT: MAR THE STAR: SENT 12:22PM ]: I miss you, kid. [ TEXT: MAR THE STAR: SENT 12:22PM ]: I don’t call people ‘kid’ it’s real, you know, old of me. Patronizing? But. I miss you, kid. [ TEXT: MAR THE STAR: SENT 12:22PM ]: You didn’t deserve this, Marlene. None of you did. [ TEXT: MAR THE STAR: SENT 12:22PM ]: I’ve put fresh flowers by your graves this morning, Appleblossom, because I hope you’ve all gotten peace. [ TEXT: MAR THE STAR: SENT 12:22PM ]: Paint me something in the clouds so I know you saw them.

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Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.

[ TEXT: MAC ATTACK: SENT 11:56AM ]: MARYYYY!!!!!!!!! Get your WAND POLISH AND LET’S GET READY TO DU-DU-DUEL![ TEXT: MAC ATTACK: SENT 11:56AM ]: I’m coming to Hogwarts! Got an assignment patrolling you youngins. [ TEXT: MAC ATTACK: SENT 11:56AM ]: I’m only bummed because of COURSE I want to be where the action is, but, I thought I could impart me and all my wisdom onto you, m’dear. [ TEXT: MAC ATTACK: SENT 11:56AM ]: I’ll bring a gallon of the Lemon Cake flavored ice cream I made Flo make. 

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✉

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. 

[ TEXT: EMMELINE: UNSENT 01:40AM ]: My father would be so disappointed in me fuck wouldn’t he?[ TEXT: EMMELINE: UNSENT 01:40AM ]: His Alice, fucking around with the son of the man who murdered him? He knew he couldn’t stop me and Evan, he tried to extend a hand to him, but Salazar, what am I doing? What am I fucking doing?[ TEXT: EMMELINE: UNSENT 01:40AM ]: Even after all these years. [ TEXT: EMMELINE: UNSENT 01:40AM ]: I don’t know how you look up to me, I don’t. I don’t know how you think I’m worth the energy, I know we’re family, I know we’re more sisters than cousin, we’re bonded by blood and by choice. I know that. I know that even without the bond of family, I would’ve chosen you in every lifetime to be my sister. [ TEXT: EMMELINE: UNSENT 01:40AM ]: I’m just desperate, Emme. To end this. Things are getting worse, everything my father put on the line all those years ago, it’s all happening again. History is repeating himself. I can’t let him down. It’s only a matter of time before it happens all over again. Before …Voldemort…. really takes actual power. I’m willing to do anything to stop that. Anything.[ TEXT: EMMELINE: UNSENT 01:45AM ]: But I already have, haven’t I? Disappointed him. [ TEXT: EMMELINE: UNSENT 01:46AM ]: I’ll never know. Not really. But I think, I think I have. [ TEXT: EMMELINE: UNSENT 01:47AM ]: I love you, more than anything, but don’t be like me. People think I’m fucking fantastic, all sunshine and rainbows, but don’t aspire to be like me. Don’t. [ TEXT: EMMELINE: UNSENT 01:59AM ]: This doesn’t make a lick of sense, fuckwfjowfeoi

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    The Leaky Cauldron was close to Alice’s new place of work and unfortunately, she frequented it after long shifts more often than not. She used to meet colleagues after work there when she was in the Ministry, when she was an Auror. It still stung, still stung fresh everyday she realized how mentally bored she was despite the extra responsibilities she’d taken over the last few months. This was why she tried to only drink with the people she loved & cared about, anyone besides at the bar BY HERSELF – as they’d never let her drown her thoughts in alcohol alone. She surveyed the room, increasingly tired of this routine, thinking about leaving to go home when she decided to treat herself to a butterbeer after her second rum and cream soda. It was comfort that reminded her of Hogwarts -- when for the most part, things were simpler. “Butterbeer, please! Make sure there’s extra foam on top, I don’t care if it’s spilling from out from the sides. I don’t mind the mess and I know you’re probably very busy,” she’d gained a new appreciation for service industry workers when she became one, and patiently waited for her drink.

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