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where: knockturn alley who: all when: 26/03/1986

tw: blood

Kneeling down outside of The Grave Affair, Remus snapped another photo of the scene. Several large pools of blood had formed where the victims had been attacked, some pooling together so closely it was difficult to tell what belonged to each victim.

Remus suddenly felt the hairs stand up on the back of his neck. 'What if it had been him?' He mused. 'He was lucky to have such good friends.' A voice suddenly made his head turn, snapping up to the person who spoke. "Did you see anything last night?" He asked firmly. "Just trying to get a picture of what transpired."

arthurweaslcys

arthur should have known better than to take kingsley up on his 'walk with me' talks. while most ended up in the cafeteria, the leaky caludron a few times even, there was the rare chance they ended up at a crime scene -- today happening to be one of those times. he was out of his element, it had been years since he had been to a scene on work-business that didn't include vicious tea kettles or brooms gone rogue. a huff of annoyance left his lips when he realized kingsley walked away, now with a group of fellow aurors. " bloody hell.... " he muttered as he looked upon the scene, a slight cringe when he realized how true his words were in this situation.

" remus! sorry... was talkin' t'myself. " caught off guard by the younger man's sudden questioning. " didn't see most of the attack. i got stuck in the crowd when t'screaming started ," he let out an almost silent whistle of air, " all this from one creature? only read the stories, never actually seen it. "

#around the table * interactions #ft remus #luhpinus

cordeliaeavan

where: the Fountain of Fair Fortune when: 27 March 1986 (the day after the Spring Equinox Festival) who: Cordelia & open

The head healer of the Dai Llewellyn ward had finally cornered Cordelia and threatened to put her on administrative leave if she didn’t get out of the hospital, so Cordelia had been forced to vacate St. Mungo’s, at least temporarily. But her manager’s authority stopped on the other side of the enchanted mannequin, and there had been nothing to make Cordelia actually go home. She wasn’t really in the mood for being alone, or for dealing with her housemates’ sympathies over everything that had happened, so Cordelia had made an executive decision to head to a pub. The Hopping Pot was usually Cordelia’s favorite haunt, but it was also where she’d started her night the previous evening and while she’d moved on before the attacks started she wasn’t terribly keen to revisit that location just yet.

So Cordelia finally found herself in the Fountain of Fair Fortune. The pub was, in her opinion, nicer than the Leaky Cauldron, cleaner and cozier and the sisters who owned it were certainly easier on the eyes than old Tom. There was an additional advantage, today, in that it wasn’t the sort of place Cordelia’s former friends from pureblood high society were likely to set foot in, with the muggle music the Rosmerta sisters liked to play and the mixed heritage they tended to cater to. It was nice to have that extra layer of separation after what felt like her past and present colliding with so many purebloods in hospital beds in her ward. Cordelia was a little surprised at how crowded she found the pub, considering it was still the afternoon, but it made sense that she wasn’t the only one who didn’t want to be alone right now.

Part of Cordelia wanted to order a very strong drink but another part of her, the part that was still a snob despite her best efforts, didn’t entirely trust the Fountain to stock gin that would suit her taste. Ultimately she settled for a glass of red wine and a stool at the end of the bar that was close enough to feel like she was a part of things despite not being here with a group. When she noticed someone hovering in her periphery, she waved at the stool next to her. “It’s not taken, if that’s what you want.”

@roaringlilyevans

arthurweaslcys

arthur was a regular at the fountain of fair fortune. with three boys at home and tasks from the order creeping over his shoulder, his feet didn't carry him to the pub after work as often anymore. yet the whole ministry, especially the department of magical law enforcement, had been holding its breath regarding last night's events. the tension had been thick in the air, even in arthur's closet of an office. tonight he had been in need of a drink.

the end of the bar was his usual seating spot, at least when the booths were taken. a small, crudely carved 'a.w.' somewhere on the wooden top from five years ago. his head was bopping almost as soon as he entered the pub, the tune was new to him, he'd have to ask lilas next time. it wasn't the most personal space inducing area at the end of the bar, so noticing someone already occupying one the stools he stood back. " oh... right, " he responded softly as his presence was noted, slipping onto the open stool, " tight squeeze back here, am i right? " he spoke with a breathy chuckle, raising his hand to flag down the bartender.

he took a moment, studying the woman beside him with squinted eyes. " ye work at st. mungo's right? bite unit? had to bring m'middle bey there a few weeks ago after he got bit by a feral kneazle, " he turned back as the bartender approached with his usual pint, " must be a busy day for yer floor today. "

#around the table * interactions #ft cordelia #cordeliaeavan

metamorphai

where: nearby slug and jigger’s apocathery when: the spring solstice festival featuring: edward tonks and . . .

The Daily Prophet was ever keen on documenting Ministry sanctioned events, whenever they happened, who attended and what took place. A fact that Ted had formerly sometimes objected to, but now, he realised he could use it to his advantage and keep what he thought more important-- the things he could use to uncover truths, and no one would be any wiser, to keep an eye out in case of anything happening. He was the nettlesome photographer hanging around for work, nothing more. The shutter of the camera clicked with every shot taken, Ted moved around in consideration of the masses but it was a feat more difficult than expected. Finding a place with a good angle and view of the festivities, he addressed the person in front of him. "Do y' mind? It's fer th' Prophet." Work called for as many photographs as he could get, regardless of who they were of.

arthurweaslcys

running errands even on a rare night out. arthur found himself loitering outside of slug and jigger's as miray shopped-- feeling like a bull in a china stop inside even when it wasn't busy. he was quick to turn on his heels when he heard a voice behind him. " they've got you working tonight, tonks? " he asked, slipping into a relaxed stance once more, or at least as relaxed as he could get at the prospect of being on camera. he had never been the front and center sort, much preferring to take a background role lifting others up. " i'm not sure how much my superiors would appreciate my day off being used to kick rocks in the alley being plastered all over the paper. "

#event : spring solstice #around the table * interactions #ft ted #metamorphai

roaringlilyevans

where; sugarplum's sweet shop who; @arthurweaslcys when; spring solstice festival

Lily scrunched up her nose as she stared at the shelf in front of her, an already-full basket hanging awkwardly from the crook of her elbow. If there was one guilty pleasure in life that she could claim, it was her sweet tooth. In fact, she was such a regular at sugarplum's that most of the staff knew her by name, a fact that she knew her older sister would find shameful, but Lily didn't have it in her to care. It was the little joys in life that mattered, and one of her little joys was sugar. Sensing someone hesitate next to her, Lily looked away from the shelf to see who it was, her face breaking out into a smile when she recognized the wizard. "Arthur! So good to see you! Is Miray with you tonight, or is she home with the kiddos? And even more urgently, can you help me decide which one of these to get?" She motioned to the shelf in front of them.

arthurweaslcys

" ms. evans! good to see you, " smile forming on his face, in this busy store he had barely been able to recognize the witch before, " miray? oh, she's just down at flourish and blotts. " he turned back towards the shelf, bringing a hand up to his chin as he looked at the packaged candies. finally, he reached for the chocolate frogs; grabbing 3 boxes before offering one to lily. " we're outnumbered at home. i fear bill may start a revolution with the other two if i come home empty handed. "

#event : spring solstice #around the table * interactions #ft lily #roaringlilyevans

marysem

maryse is always up to the task with requests from patrons of the hopping pot, and there's nothing that sparks their creative juices more than when someone says surprise me. their gaze is trained on his features as he's surveying his drink, tips of their glittered nails tapping melodiously ( impatiently ) against the countertop, waiting for him to give it a taste with a grin spreading at his complimenting it as the most unique ( !! ); something maryse will file away fondly with an immediate favour of the wizard in front of them.

“a lopsided dog?” their features aren't showing taking offense by the answer, but shining with amusement as they lean over the counter with a cant of their head to get a glimpse of what he's seeing.

mischief gleams and glints in the gaze that moves to meet his own, “do you think we'll attract the entire pot's attention if we make our little lemon peel bark?”

arthurweaslcys

using his finger to point, " see, you've got the legs going out like that... almost like it's been pancaked by one of those muggle, " his voice fell off for a moment, concentration sinking onto his face as he thought " automobiles? " though sounding more like 'autumn-o-beel' , unsure of his own butchered pronunciation, his eyes quickly scanned mary's face searching for any sort of approval. " barking lemon peels? sounds like it could be honeydukes specialty in another world, " he paused to take another sip, " however, i suppose saying 'no' would make me a troublesome customer for arguing with the bartender. " as if a silent agreement, he placed his glass on the bar top again, pushing it slightly towards them.

where : the hopping pot , carkitt market who : @gorkempolat

he had never been one for theatrics, the logical side of his brain more interested in dissecting the inner-workings of a production than focusing on the story being told. there was a feigned disappointed when his brother-in-law had pulled him away from the playthings company's show. occupying a high-top, arthur held up a bubbling cocktail in gorkem's direction: " you missed dinner again last week. a rather nice roast and everything, " he started, brow shooting upwards, " bill told me you might be losing the favorite uncle competition soon... though i told him no one likes the favorites game. "

#event : spring solstice #around the table * interactions #ft gorkem #gorkempolat

marysem

TAILORED TO: anyone.

SETTING: the hopping pot, at the bar.

if there's one thing mary's known for at the hopping pot, it's for their bounding creativity and having the absolute time of their life creating and testing out all sorts of drink concoctions, no matter how they ended up tasting. not for the first time, they would be trying out a new drink dubbed ever so special by the fresh jar of honey recently gifted by a neighbor. it called for special attention paid to the drink as they'd made it, which came in the form of the garnishing lemon peel lovingly cut into what they thought looked like bees. they were definitely bees, from one or two different angles–just not all of them, maybe–and in just the right light.

setting the tall glass down in front of the patron at the bar, a satisfied upper curve of their lips brightens their features and they set off in a spiel describing the drink to them. “so it’s called a tequila honey bee, and i made the honey syrup for it all by myself! i brought it with me, but it has a label that says ‘do not touch unless your name is mary, you fuckers’ on it.” maryse was quite proud of that one, they were. “and the little lemon peels, i tried cutting into little bees.” a pause, and then the raise of a brow was paired with the slightly more demanding lilt to their voice, “tell me they look like bees.”

their behavior is just slightly enhanced from their normal disposition, helped along by the two or three shots taken before their shift after a chance run in with the haunt of their nightmares.

arthurweaslcys

arthur was never that big of a drinker. an occasional night out with friends seemed fewer and far between these days. but perhaps it was the festive energy setting in that had brought him into the hopping pot. while not a place he usually went, he had always been entranced the location. another " come back here later. " tucked away in his brain, most likely to be forgotten when the sun came up tomorrow. He had asked for a surprise tonight, and was not disappointed by the drink placed in front of him.

nodding as the wix explained, his eyes quickly moving between mary's and the glass in front of him. " well, " he started, lifting the glass closer to his face to better study the lemon peels, " it's certainly the most unique drink i've been served here before. " he lifted the glass to his lips, taking a small, experimental sip.

smile tugging at his lips, " this one top looks like a lopsided dog. "

#around the table * interactions #ft mary #marysem #event : spring solstice

𝙤𝙝, 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚

While usually one to stray away from formal events, a secret love of floral can not be denied. An old, plain suit pulled from the back of the closet has had some new life breathed into it with embroidered flowers -- much like the spring wildflowers that grow in great quantity around the Burrow as spring truly reached the countryside. Strands of gold and silver are intertwined in the flowers and leaves, catching a refraction of light at the right angle. Underneath the suit coat, a simple baby blue dress shirt and a small red flower pin in place of a tie. His wand is tucked safely away in a pocket inside of his jacket. While velvet shoes might not be the most practical, they add a nice contrast to the otherwise light-colored outfit.

#never be so clever you forget to be kind * edits #urhqevent #event : spring solstice