Goodbye to you, my trusted friend/ We've known each other since we were nine or ten/Together we've climbed hills and trees/ Learned of love and ABC's/ Skinned our hearts and skinned our knees
Goodbye, my friend, it's hard to die/ When all the birds are singing in the sky/ Now that spring is in the air Pretty girls are everywhere/ Think of me and I'll be there
We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun But the hills that we climbed were just seasons out of time
HAPPY BIRTHDAY BETH! There is nothing like a Tyvie AU so I thought I’d make movie posters for my favorite ones (and also one for them as little kiddos because look how cute and little they are.) You are such a presence in this RP; your creativity is evident in everything you do and you are incredible at planning amazing events and plots. You’re also a wonderful friend and a fantastic person and you deserve only the best of birthdays. I hope you are having exactly that kind of day!
Lots of love,
Emma
The fox is often associated with the figure of the trickster, but as a spirit animal, it can also turn into a teacher providing guidance on swiftly finding your way around obstacles. If you follow the fox totem wisdom, you may be called to use or develop quick thinking and adaptability. Responsive, sometimes cunning, this power animal is a great guide when you are facing tricky situations.
You are intensely loyal. Often you are a joy to watch or to be around. You are energetic, outgoing, personable, and very flattering. While not exactly social butterflies fox people can use that sly energy, their keen sense of camouflage to “fit right in”. You are also a keen observer and skilled at remaining unnoticed. This means that you blend into your environment and move around unnoticed in any kind of company or society.
You adapt and portray yourself as whoever you need to be in a given interaction. This affinity for fitting in often means you are a jack of all trades, taking interest and educating yourself superficially in great number of areas while mastering none. This allows you to chat or small talk with ease whenever you care to. This does not mean you are disingenuous. It simply means that you really do care and take an active interest in the feelings of those around you.
You are also a very creative problem solver and can seem eccentric because they are quick to think outside the box. Quick thinking or wit is definitely common tool for you.
The Lockhart Family and Edward Corner would like to invite you to a
Celebration of Life!
for
Evelyn Estoria Lockhart
January 3rd 2007-May 2nd 2026
Beloved daughter, granddaughter, girlfriend, friend, and ally to all living creatures. Former Head Girl of Hogwarts. President and founder of Vegans Against Animal Transfiguration, Muggleborns Against Discrimination, and the Societal Integration Club and Kindness Outreach. Assistant to Leia Brasher.
The celebration will be held
Saturday May 24th, 2026 at 2PM
on the top floor of
Madam Puddifoots of Hogsmeade
Please join us for a time of sharing. There will be an open floor for anyone who wants to say a few words or share a favorite memory of the deceased. Edward Corner on behalf of the family will be collecting any favorite pictures you wish to donate and display. Harry Alastor Longbottom will be performing an original song. If you wish to make a donation, there will be money collected for donation to programs for Muggleborn Equality in the Wizarding World.
[These flyers are prominently displayed in Hogwarts and in locations around Hogsmeade]
[The following short announcement, taken out of the St. Richard’s bulletin, was sent on May 4th to the indicated people Evelyn’s parents knew/had heard of from her life, accompanied by short, personal notes entreating them to come but impressing upon them the importance of blending in with the muggle crowd, sticking to the unfortunately necessary cover story of her death, and avoiding details of her life. Edward Corner was asked to spend the weekend with the family, because though it should have been under other circumstances, they want to get to know the man Evie loved and they wanted him to help them plan a memorial in the wizarding world. Edward Corner, Hal Longbottom, and Alexzander Archer were asked to be pallbearers at the funeral alongside Evie’s father, uncle, and cousin, Travis.]
Brian and Sarah Lockhart are sad to announce the death of their daughter, Evelyn Estoria Lockhart who died in a tragic surfing accident on 2 May, 2026 while traveling with some friends. She was nineteen years old, a political science student, and an intern at a small fashion firm . Evelyn was an involved activist for many community causes. She will be deeply mourned by her parents, extended family, boyfriend Edward Corner, and her friends.
Funeral Services will be held on 10 May at 4:00 PM, St. Richard’s Parish.
In lieu of flowers, donations made out to the Humane League are requested.
Happy Birthday my darling! This may just be the first of many, because I am pathetic at aesthetics, but I wanted you to wake up to something, and know that I am thinking of you. It has been a crazy five year friendship and I would just laugh and cry (yes, real, actual, noninternet tears) and go through the full spectrum of human emotion trying to recount it. We’ve been through a lot of highs and lows together, and I hope we’ll be part of each other’s lives long after this RP ends...which hopefully isn’t for quite some time.
It was a beautiful wedding in the beginning. She’d have put more color in the archways but there was always something to nitpick and she’d continue to find it despite the natural magic and beauty of the day. She twined her fingers through Ed’s and squeezed his hand softly as the ceremony began, leaning over and whispering in his ear. The words almost were, “This is what I would like our wedding to be like one day if we do the whole marriage thing,” but instead, the sentimentality was swallowed and she shared only a conspiratorial, “the hedge moat is tacky. If she wanted to show off her earth elemental talents she should have done hedge walls or topiaries.”
She kept a running commentary on the dresses, unkind without restraint, until the bride came down the aisle and all rose. Then she couldn’t be unkind anymore. Not because dress or bride were that breathtaking, though Mia shown and overshadowed everyone as brides do, but because that moment when groom saw bride was more important than any difference in taste and everything became a fairytale again.
It was a dream....and then it was a nightmare. It was a nightmare she had reoccurring since learning about the last war and the word deatheater. She didn’t know enough to know these weren’t the masks, but neither did half the wedding guests from the reactions and even understanding these had to be different figures then the stories, faceless danger was the terror of the past three years; it was just now getting a physical form. Pandemonium broke out almost immediately, and she knew with a chilling certainty she was going to die.
She had told everyone. She wasn’t going to survive a war, and here war was. Here also was the moment she should find a new determination, so much to live for, a confidence in her own ability and a defiance of fate. She should but she didn’t. She didn’t cast off her heels and grab her wand from her purse. She didn’t start yelling orders for people to join shield spells together and circle around those that couldn’t. She just screamed.
Ed would have thrown a shield around her. Ed would have protected her and maybe he did and she was the one who ran outside the radius because a blast went off near them, a spell that if she was thinking analytically she would have said had been so far from anyone standing that it was a purposeful miss, that it was meant to herd people together away from it, and she was running without conscious thought even though scrapnel hadn’t touched her—so maybe she had been shielded by Ed or someone else when she froze up—and by the time she stopped she was lost in the different skirmish in another part of the Selwyn grounds and she’d lost Ed completely in the crowd.
She screamed his name once, and then it was back to senseless screaming as she saw a body fall and she couldn’t tell whether it was stunned or dead. Then her feet were off the ground and the scream frozen in her throat as she flew through the air, wild, senseless thought—though not one of doom—racing through her mind that she had been picked up on someone’s broom and they were taking her away, or that this was just a nightmare and the scene was about to shift. Pain blossomed through her head as she hit it hard and she felt something give and rip near the bottom of her dress as she was dragged across the ground a bit on landing. She pushed herself up on one arm, slowly, painfully, disoriented, and touched her other hand to her head. She was bleeding. It was a numb, emotionless thought amongst all the turmoil a little calm in the storm. Bleeding. She hoped it didn’t get on her dress. She was going to have a hard enough time with the rip and the grass stains.
That’s when the determination kicked in. Yes, she was going to have a hard time because she was going to live. Her clutch was gone. She’d dropped it sometime long before and now she wouldn’t have a wand, but she’d rip up the earth itself and bury these masked men. She was a Lockhart. She was better than this.
And she was moving again, not of her own volition. Cold and wet and weighted down with it. God, she was drowning. She was drowning and she couldn’t get air and...no, her head wasn’t under. She could feel the bottom with her feet. She was in a....fountain? This was just like Leo Alvarez throwing her into the pool. Keep your head, get to the edge, then push Tyler in for laughing....or bury whoever was throwing her around. She heaved herself over the edge, already calling out to the earth, feeling the cracks beneath and willing them to widen, but nothing was happening and there were hands on her. She was not going back in the water. Anything but the water. She scrambled and scratched and her nails raked her attacker’s forearm, getting under the sleeve. She should grab the sleeve, pull him in too, but all she got was more skin and a few looser hairs from the forearm.
Her head rang again, a sudden roar amidst the already pounding pain, as she was struck across the face and it startled her grip loose. A face, bone white and featureless, a mask loomed above her.
“Breathe for me. Lie still and breathe.”
The pounding retreated. The sounds of the battle retreated. A delicious fog settled. She did need to rest. Take a deep breath. It sounded relaxing. It would help her refocus.
Part of her fought it, part of her knew she was going back in the water. She screamed but it was soundless; it did no good....but her closed fist would. It would be too late for her but Evelyn Lockhart for once had something aurors wouldn’t be able to help but listen to. Closed in the creases of her palm, two hairs and in her nail beds, trace blood.
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