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bxgnxld:

Former Tunnel of Love 2.14.79 7:48 a.m. Open

It was ironic, she had to give it to the fates. Her eyes rolled over the all but ruined entrance, noting every cracked, chipped, and charred remnant. To think that before the chaos that was the previous day, lovers stood in this exact spot, hoping to steal a minute, a calm, intimate minute, was too ironic, indeed. Millicent wondered if they ever found it. She wondered if the calamity brought the would-be lovers closer, or if as the chaos died down, so did the urge to be close to another human. She adjusted her weight on her feet, the prophet under her arm, and hair from slapping her cheeks. There was no telling how long she’d been standing there. Aimless had a face today, and she would wear it proudly. She stopped by the Ministry to see if she could be of any help, but upon seeing the mass confusion there, she about faced at the door. She was sure her ‘advisor’ would be along at any moment to politely remind her of the rebels they should all be searching for, but all Millicent could do was remain stock still. It wasn’t until the rustling debris behind her sounded that she even moved at all. She didn’t jump easily, knowing full and well her capabilities, but instead she gave an inquisitive look to her new company before asking, “Did you have a chance to ride before….” she trailed off, not feeling the need to put a description on the previous day’s events. “I meant to, but you know what they say about good intentions.”

Everything was in ruins.

Twelve days prior, Amelia had felt so smug about being committee head, planning everything and making sure she got on Narcissa Malfoy’s nerves while doing it. Ever since Lord Voldemort had risen to power, any position she’d required had been reduced to nothing but mindless magical mishaps, and this was one time that she could actually prove herself to be more than the halfblood that the new heads of society had deemed soiled. What would happen now? She’d likely get lowered even further down the ladder, perhaps even fired or put on leave indefinitely. Of course, Amelia could blame it all on the security they’d hired, but could she really place the blame on poor Bennett and Remus?

She’d put the blame on any other wolf pack member but them.

Amelia hadn’t been aware that she had company until Millicent Bagnold was speaking at her right, and she turned her head to watch the woman uncertainly. At least someone seemed just as sad as she was about what happened, though they were for different reasons she was sure. Her words only confirmed those suspicions. “I got to ride everything once,” she said slowly, looking away again to stare at the rubble.

The worst part of this all? Children had died here. Amelia was heartless, yes, but even that set a bad taste in her mouth.

“How didn’t we see this coming?”

[lifeofprongs]

morning routine

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lifeofprongs:

James grinned at the thought of a man swelling up like a ballon; the buttons on his trousers popping off, and his fingers looking like overstuffed sausages. “How’d you fix that disaster? You have to pop him, or have him pass gas until he was normal?”

He chuckled and stuffed the rest of the muffin into his mouth.  Amelia was a better conversationalist than he expected. He didn’t like to judge, but she seemed rather standoffish when they crossed paths at the ministry. Not that it was necessarily a bad thing to be distant, especially in these times, he just didn’t take her as someone to enjoy idle chitchat in a cafe.

James raised his eyebrows at her comment. Brutal honesty, however, he did expect from her. His first inclination was to be insulted, but he took a sip of his tea and reconsidered.  She was right. It was his fault. He chose to be an Auror, and was fully aware that his position would require him to do things he didn’t agree with. His perspective had now changed from offended to ashamed. He shouldn’t be complaining about his job, especially to people he wasn’t familiar with. 

“My fault, eh? Silly me, and here I was thinking it was Voldemort’s.” James wiped his mouth with a napkin and stood up. “You have a good day Amelia. This was…nice.” He smirked and offered her his hand.

“The latter, actually.” Amelia wrinkled her nose at the memory of grabbing the poor, inflated blike from the air and forcing him to slowly pass the gas until he returned to normal. It didn’t help that it was a Muggle on top of it all, so they had to deal with obliviating the poor guy as well. Definitely not a fun day. “It smelled. I don’t recommend inflating any of your friends.”

Shockingly enough, they’d made it through breakfast without too much awkward tension around them. It was a surprise to Amelia at least, because the two had hardly talked in the past. Still, conversation had been pleasant, and Amelia gave James a rueful smile as she finished her drink. “No, I don’t believe it’s his fault this time around.” Though Lord Voldemort certainly had many faults.

Not that she could say that out loud.

“You as well. Perhaps I’ll see you around the office.” Amelia sat a few more moments after James left before making her way to the Ministry, tossing her cup out in the bin as she walked past it. She’d never thought she’d have a civil conversation with James Potter. Maybe her impression of him was completely wrong after all.

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dcdalusdiggle:

“That I was!” Dedalus nodded. “Graduated in…” He trailed off with a grimace, realising just how many years had passed since he had graduated. “I take it that you’re not a fellow eagle?” He attempted to redirect the conversation away from something that wouldn’t involve his age, a sense of bemusement settling in his bones. “Cut me and I bleed blue and bronze!” He chuckled, taking a sip from his glass. “I kid, I kid.”

“That’s no way to be in life!” He exclaimed quietly. “If you’re pessimistic all the time then of course all you’ll see is a world gone to shit, as you so put it. You’re not going to notice any of the positives because you’ll be too busy focusing on every little negative thing that comes your way. Take if from someone who’s been around the block a time or two.”

She snorted in amusement at Dedalus’ grimace, shaking her head and ordering herself another drink. “Take it that means it’s been a while?” The phrase probably came off with more bite than Amelia intended, but for once she didn’t want to attack a stranger trying to converse with her. She knew vaguely who he was, and he’d bought her a drink. He was alright in her book. “No, I’m no Ravenclaw, though people thought I’d be. Slytherin until the end.” 

As alright as the guy was, his optimism was something she figured would get annoying rather quickly. Amelia raised an eyebrow at him and sighed heavily. “Yeah, well if I’m optimistic all the time the shitty things will just hit harder, and the good things won’t ring as well. It’s a two-sided coin, mate. I’d just rather lessen the blow.”

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tovjovrspur:

Narcissa’s skin prickled in annoyance and she glowered down at Amelia, hand on her hip. The obvious satisfaction and smugness written in the woman’s expression was nothing short of infuriating, but she did her best to hide just how infuriating it was to her, save a quick flaring of her nostrils.

Input? Was that Amelia’s word for already having planned out nearly the entire marketing scheme for the festival? It was obvious who the rightful head of the committee should be, and that someone was not Amelia. “Indeed I do,” she said through her teeth. Not intending to lie down so easily, she twisted her jaw and added with a smile that would have been polite if it was the slightest bit convincing, “Would you be so kind as to point me in the direction of whoever… ‘appointed’ you?”

Amelia didn’t need a tantrum to know that she had gotten under Narcissa’s skin. It was the flare of her nose, the twisting of her expression, that told her all she needed to know. In their little feud (one that Amelia didn’t quite remember the origin of, but normally concluded came from their similar-yet-clashing personalities) she had won that this round, and she wasn’t about to give up her position as head of this committee if she had to fight tooth and nail for it. 

“Oh, that’s not necessary.” Amelia shook her head and fought to not roll her eyes, though the raised eyebrow wasn’t something she’d try and stop. It said all she needed to be said toward the other woman. “What matters is that I’ve been appointed, and we have less than a week to get together a festival to... encourage the public into behavior. Will you help, or should we find someone else for the team?”

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vanityxburke:

Emma didn’t argue the issue, choosing to maintain an submissive air about her instead. “I understand and I am sorry, if that counts for anything. The deal might have not gone through, but I still didn’t have the right to be pushing anything in your casino.” Her nose twitched irritably. “He wasn’t exactly worth the trouble, either.” Being dealt with for having tried to do business on private property didn’t rattle her too much. Amelia wasn’t anyone to scoff at, certainly, but at the end of the day it was a minor blip on the Rowles’ radar that couldn’t have warranted much else besides a slap on the wrist and a stern talking to. Nothing that the looming shadow of the Burke family name couldn’t remedy.

Being caught stealing… now, that was a whole different beast.

It was clear that the question had caught her off-guard, a slow brow rising in face of Amelia’s brisk assessment. Well, aren’t you a sharp tack. Either she’d been a lot less discreet than she should’ve been, or she’d severely underestimated the newest member of the Rowle family. “Hawks would kill for those eyes.” Emma noted crisply, sounding much more herself in that one moment alone than she had throughout the entirety of their conversation. Her hand briefly slipped into the extended pockets of her trench coat and resurfaced with silver clutched between her fingers. She leaned forward to offer Amelia the dagger and out of the corner of her eye spotted a familiar flash of moving text shuffled in between the pile of papers on the desk; it was one of the pamphlets. 

Her expression turned wry. “Interesting reading material.”

Ah, there it was. The dagger in question was even more gorgeous in person, and Amelia’s eyes flicked up to Emma’s face before she reached out, taking it and looking it over. She could see why Mr. Kempe would have wanted to sell it, and why Emma would want to buy it. Very expensive indeed. “I’ve been told I’ve got sharp senses,” she mused in response, not noticing that the pamphlet she’d snuck away a week ago was in plain view. Emma’s comment, therefore, was confusing at best, and Amelia looked away from the dagger long enough to notice her own slip up, body tensing and eyes going back to Emma’s face.

Busted.

It was an interesting game now, one that Amelia really didn’t want to find herself in. She could put a dent into the Burke reputation by reporting Emma stealing the dagger and go on her way; likewise, one mention of possessing that pamphlet could ruin her. The dagger slowly lowered to her lap, and Amelia tilted her chin up. “Yes, well... I like to keep up with the rebels,” she said off-offhandedly. “Just forgot to throw it away, I suppose.”

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persxnatus:

27th July, 1977

Amelia,

I don’t forget anything. I’m expecting you to get one installed and for you to connect yourselves to the muggle phone lines just so you can call me, your dubious female friend who you like kissing. Please, just so you can relate to be how well that goes down with your parents. I imagine them as so straight laced that their reaction in my head is just perfect. I will rebel against letters until we find a better way of communicating, perhaps even in person. Even then I’ll probably fit in a couple of complaints about letter writing. I was looking forward to not having to feel my hand cramping up after exams were over, but here you are, making me write what’s basically a letter every week or so.

I absolutely knew we’d end up kissing, dearest Amy, because I know myself. I knew I wanted to kiss you and I also know that I’m irresistible. Especially to someone like you. And you were equally irresistible to me because I’m someone like me. We work, darling, whether you want to admit it or not. And just because you’re so insistent on the point; can I see you in person? I’ll grovel if you want, but then you’ll have to make that up to be when we see each other and I’m not sure you’d be able to cope with the strain.

I hope you realise you just told me, Marlene McKinnon, queen of mischief and idiocy, not to do something reckless or stupid. I’m a Gryffindor and a natural idiot, of course I’m going to do something reckless and stupid. But I’m also blessed with unnatural good luck, so I’m sure I’ll be fine. And if I’m not, you can look after me whilst berating me about not paying attention to what you said. Just like you did every time I got injured playing Quidditch. If you won’t play damsel in distress, will you play nurse?

My definition of him deserving it and yours are probably completely different. Also, he’s not fragile. I will eat my tie if he’s really that fragile. He’s a better wizard than most, even if he can’t really take a punch. I appreciate the lollipops, but they’re not as good when you’re not here to share them with. By now you’re meant to know if you’ve got the internship and it’s rather frustrating that I’m going to have to wait for your letter back to hear the news. This is another point in the telephone’s favour - we could talk instantly instead of this ridiculous waiting. I’m always reckless, Amy, but I’m sure I could manage to not be if you got yourself to a payphone.

One more thing, I’d advise you start proofreading your letters, especially the dates. I know you’re very clever dearest, but I don’t think you can see the future just yet and I know you didn’t write your last on the 7th.

Marlene.

                                                                                                                            5th July 1977

Marlene,

Dubious female friend whom I like kissing? That seems to be an awfully large mouthful, don’t you think? There must be a better, shorter way to describe who we are, Marlene dearest; I think I know of one word. In an effort not to freak you out, however, I’ll refrain and just see how long of a phrase you can come up with to describe us. I’ll even tally up the words in the phrase. It’ll certainly add to my amusement.

No matter how much you rebel against letters, it doesn’t change the fact that I am still winning this argument. You’re still writing back, aren’t you? I suppose the hand cramps aren’t too bad if you’re matching the lengths of mine--another point against your insistence on telephones. Besides, don’t you think there’s a charm that comes with letter writing? It’s old fashioned, yes, but that’s what makes it special.

Look at you. You’ve made me a romantic. I’ll get you back for this.

You’d be the only one to think we’d end up kissing, if that’s the case. Though I’m sure you’re well aware of this, I wasn’t exactly drawn to you at first darling. We’re close to opposites, yet you still thought we’d kiss. I didn’t think we would until you mashed your face against mine in that library corner, truthfully; I suppose you were right either way. Speaking of meeting up, I’d love to, if you hadn’t gotten the hint from my last letter. Though I’d love to see you grovel, I’ll spare you once. I’ve enclosed my schedule for my internship in the letter, so pick a time when I’m not at the Ministry and I’ll be there. Then you can grovel.

Yes, I’m well aware that I told Marlene McKinnon to stop being reckless, unless there’s another Marlene I’m unknowingly writing to. You may have luck, but luck runs out eventually. Even you have to know that, Marls. Try to tone the stupidity down for my stress’s sake. And yes, I suppose I’ll play nurse since it’s already become my role over the years. Might as well.

Save the lollipops, then, if we’re actually going to get together soon. You’ll be pleased to know that I’ve actually invested in some muggle money after all. I’m sure I can figure it out--you just give me your number and I dial it, right? I’ll give you a call when you send it. As for the date... 

Well, I’ve proofread this time. Fight me Marlene.

Amelia

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duplicitiies:

“I try my best to do so.” Severus quipped, removing several coins from his pocket and handing the over to the witch. Just a few more minutes and he’d be free to leave - or at least he hoped that he would be able to do so. Knowing Amelia as he did, he was not one hundred percent positive about getting away. “We’ve known each other for how long now? Near enough eight years? Really, Amelia, you should have rid yourself of that notion by now.”

She snorted quietly at that, raising an eyebrow at Severus and shaking her head. “Nearly eight years. How could I ever suggest the notion of friendship between us?” A title that went to very few people as it was. It didn’t help that she’d lost friendships over the course of the years as well; she maybe had a handful of people close to her left, and Amelia shoved that dreary thought away to purchase the book she held in her hand. Might as well buy it if she was going to hold it as long as she had. “I’ll never make that mistake again.”

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persxnatus:

12th July, 1977

Amy,

     Not only are phones easier - they’re also faster. It’s been a week since I got your letter and I’m only just sitting down to write your reply! I don’t have an excuse by the way, I just thought I’d use this to further my argument for us to have a phone conversation. It would also let me hear your voice. And that’s not an invitation to send me a howler. Remember I live in a muggle neighborhood. As for a time that you were wrong there are just too many to name. But why don’t we start with that time you thought there would be any possibility that we wouldn’t end up kissing. I knew it from the moment we started talking - but you seemed much less convinced.

    I have been informed that having money does change your views on quite a lot. If I had grown up with money perhaps I would have turned out like my dearest half brother and been an insufferable prat for you all to suffer through. I might even have been in Slytherin with you, dearest. That would have made our rendezvous a lot less exciting. As for the robes, I don’t know if they were lavish or plain, I just know that you looked far to comfortable to be graduating. Are you kidding me Amy? I’m going headlong into responsibility the moment I can. Being prefect or head girl never appealed to me, I know, but the minute the next school year starts I’m going to apply for Auror training. I’m so ready to be done with school and actually doing something for the world. I want to fight the bad guys and I know I can do it. Do you think you’ll be up for playing a distressed damsel every now and again for me?

    You speak the truth. I think it would be difficult for either of us to write pathetic shitty letters when we’re both so naturally awesome. I’m very glad for us being so naturally awesome. It means that when we’re together we’re the most awesome and if there’s one thing I like more than anything it’s being the best at something. I’m not even mad I have to share the title with you. I’ve already broken Prince’s nose once, I don’t think he’ll fuck with me again. He knows what happens when he does.

   I was thinking Bennett too. Though I would quite like to see what Prince is like when he cracks.

   You can never find the right ones that I like. You know I only appreciate sharing lollipops with you when they’re cherry flavoured. They’re sweet but can be sharp sometimes, just like you. Not to pick a hole in your perfect plan but it’s not going to be like I was never wrong because as nice as letters are, they can’t replace being able to see each other. If we were the missing type I’d tell you that it’s only been two weeks but I already miss kissing you. But we’re not, so instead I’ll just tell you that I’m excited to hear stories of you being an intern in the Ministry.

    Marlene

                                                                                                                     7 July, 1977

Marlene,

You also seem to forget that my family does not possess telephones. Considering that most of the wizarding world does not possess such a thing, letters are our best bet--even if you have proved your point by waiting a week. Dick move, Marls. Dick move. Perhaps I should send this in a howler instead after all, though I doubt your neighbors will appreciate such a thing. Or the Ministry. That would definitely not improve my chances of moving up the ranks past intern. As for me being wrong, that’s bullshit. You did not know that we’d end up kissing. How was I to think that someone like you you would have any interest in me? I wasn’t exactly a pleasant person (not that I am now, but I pride myself on that; it gets me places more often than you’d think).

Have you ever thought to, I don’t know, ask to see me in person? I’d like that, believe it or not. Even if you’re insufferable even as you stand now.

Being an Auror suits you. I’ve always thought that, and I doubt they’d be idiotic enough to turn you the other way. However, I also picture you doing something reckless and getting yourself hurt, or worse, on the job, so don’t do anything stupid. I’m talking like you’re currently in training now, but it’s best to get that drilled into your head now. Don’t. Do. Anything. Stupid. And no, I won’t play damsel-in-distress for you. I can handle myself perfectly fine, and can’t pretend otherwise.

...okay, maybe once if you ask nicely.

Please don’t break Severus’ nose unless he completely and utterly deserves it, Marlene. If I get any letters from him saying you’ve broken his limbs I won’t be very thrilled. He’s fragile. Any news of broken noses will result in me revoking our shared title of ‘natural awesomeness’. You’ve been warned.

I know you said I don’t find the ones you like, but I tried and sent lollipops anyway. Cherry flavoured, as ordered, so if I hear any complaints I’ll shove that back in your face. Don’t try me. If we were the missing type, I’d say I miss seeing your stupid face every day even when it was bugging me in the library, but we’re not the missing type, of course not. I’ll learn in a few days whether or not I’ve gotten the internship, and I’ll be sure to let you know (my parents refused to use our name to get me the internship off the bat--understandable, but frustrating all the same). Stories shall be sent soon, but until then, don’t be reckless Marlene. I mean it. And like I said above, just tell me if you want to meet up. Not that I miss you or anything.

Maybe I’ll even get some Muggle money and go to a payphone. Won’t that be an experience.

Amelia

[lifeofprongs]

morning routine

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lifeofprongs:

James blew on his tea; testing the temperature with his lips before taking a sip and setting it down. He immediately regretted inviting Amelia to join him for breakfast this morning. He hated small talk, and this morning he especially wanted to be alone with his thoughts.  He often made decisions simply to appease others; feeling as though he had a reputation of being welcoming to uphold. These days he didn’t much care to be hospitable. Despite all of this, James just couldn’t be rude and his selflessness annoyed him. Amelia was a fine enough person, it was just the wrong place at the wrong time for conversation. 

“Interesting, any noteworthy accidents or catastrophes lately?” James took a bite of his blueberry muffin and watched as groggy muggles entered the shop, one by one, desperate for their caffeine fix. He still found it astounding how naive they were.  The wizarding world was at war and here they were worrying about securing their next big client or upset about the score of some sporting match the previous evening. Part of the reason why he frequented this shop was because he found this naivety calming. He could escape the turmoil for a brief moment in the day and be just another poor bloke upset about something insignificant. 

“Welp, besides tea and baked goods, I’m here to distract myself. You call being an Auror fancy, I call it bloody exhausting.”

James didn’t bother swallowing his muffin before speaking. His words were muffled and crumbs fell to the table as he spoke.

“And, what brings you to this lovely establishment?”

Noteworthy catastrophes? Amelia had to bite her tongue before saying something like this whole bloody world or the Ministry as a whole in fear of being heard by the wrong person. Anything that she in particular had to deal with was considered a spec of dust compared to what they faced every day, yet she kept herself silent when it came to her opinions on the new regime. It was always best to play it safe. “Nothing noteworthy, if you’d like me to be truthful. Some idiot inflated themselves to the size of their home, if that suits your fancy.”

She let silence fall as she focused on her coffee, distracted momentarily by the Muggles as they came in to start their day. She felt like she could relate, honestly. Amelia looked back when James spoke again, and she finally managed to crack a smile as she brought her cup to her lips. “Exhausting? That sounds like an understatement. That’s your own fault though.” He wanted to be there, he could be bloody exhausted and deal with it. She sighed quietly and gave him a shrug at his question.

“Coffee’s good. Found this place one day, and here I am. Yourself?”

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vanityxburke:

It wasn’t exactly the type of office space she’d had in mind (though perhaps a fountain overflowing with the blood of Amelia’s enemies was something of a stretch), yet Emma showed no signs of being bothered by all the clutter, graciously taking the open seat. Brandishing her wand, she made to tap the side of her boots lightly, transfiguring them into flat soles instead. There was only so much time she could function in heels before it began to feel rather like torture.

“I’d say they’ve done their job for the day.” she told Amelia brightly, tucking one ankle behind the other and settling back against her seat. The perpetual smile along her face appeared to wane, as if sensing that the other woman wouldn’t be so easily charmed. It was a relief, at any rate; she sometimes worried her mouth might freeze like that. “Of course. It was a dagger made of goblin-wrought silver. It’s been in Mr. Kempe’s family for decades and we’ve been meaning to buy it off of him for ages now, but he’s very… temperamental. Refused over half a dozen of our offers and insisted on having a meeting here, not at the shop. I think he’s rather attached to that craps table.”

She held up her hands apologetically. “Trust me, we won’t be doing business with him again anytime soon, least of all on your property.”

Ah, the charm. Amelia merely raised an eyebrow at Emma as she gave her what she sensed was something of a fake smile, glancing down at the flats that now adorned her feet before going back to her face. She wasn’t easily persuaded by charms; rather, she was the one dealing them out, and the current situation felt like a professor calling an unruly student to their office after classes let out. 

Her eyebrows raised yet again as Emma described what exactly she had been dealing with, and Amelia leaned forward onto her elbows. “Well, that certainly sounds... expensive. Valuable.” It would certainly explain why the woman hadn’t simply given up and left when Mr. Kempe had become far from reasonable. “However, it doesn’t matter whether or not you’ll be doing business with him again, Miss Vanity-Burke. What does matter is the fact that you did business on this property at all. You’re lucky I left Dorcas to deal with Mr. Kempe and not yourself.”

Amelia straightened her back and shuffled away some papers, taking a deep breath and thinking back. “...may I see the dagger?” She’d seen something suspicious in the time between encountering the two and bringing Emma here; Amelia would bet money on it being just that. “I doubt you’d let something so valuable get away so easily.”

[legendsinspo]

it’s a holly volly jolly holiday and it’s live like legends secret santa 2k16:

@transfigurare​ gives to @persxnatus and @bones-rowle

[legendsinspo]

it’s a holly volly jolly holiday and it’s live like legends secret santa 2k16:

@transfigurare gives to @bones-rowle

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it’s a holly volly jolly holiday and it’s live like legends secret santa 2k16:

@sarciendum gives to @bones-rowle

Amelia Bones-Rowle

even though I’ll ＳＴＵＭＢＬＥ

even though I’ll fall

you’ll never see mecrumble, you’ll never see me ＣＲＡＷＬ

}{ let me say again how wonderful you are, storm. it’s such a pleasure writing with you and seeing all your muses on the dash! }{

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it’s a holly volly jolly holiday and it’s live like legends secret santa 2k16:

@itsy-bitsy-wolfie gives to @bones-rowle

Wait for it Wait for it Wait for it Wait for it I’m not standing still I am lying in wait

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she was almost good for her. she was almost in love with her. they almost made it. 

@bones-rowle

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oflockhart:

white wyvern 9th february 1979 11:30 pm

Truly, Knockturn Alley wasn’t a place where the bold colors dressing Gilderoy Lockhart could be found. His meticulously lined eyes oft looked elsewhere for entertainment — places he now belonged. 

( truly, he belonged. after all, that’s what his story stated, didn’t it? )

Yet because he rarely stepped foot onto the cobblestone of the Alley didn’t mean he never felt its allure; there was something special about Knockturn Alley, and it had everything to do with the barely held secret of its underground happenings.

Or the underground happenings before the new regime. What held under documentation was still up in the air for him, but he would discover what did when he needed to.

What he needed presently, though, was a good D R I N K. 

Opening the doors, Gilderoy strode through the White Wyvern with head held high, the tail of his blue coat barely brushing the back of his ankles with his every step. Most eyes were upon him as he sat near the bar —- as it should be. 

But those gazes never held for long; Gilderoy was highly aware of the production he conducted, and how unthreatening he seemed. And, in a twist he never foresaw during his younger years, he wanted it that way.

Underestimation was a fool’s choice of play, and Gilderoy was no fool at all.

Drumming his fingers against the counter, a delighted hum sounded in the back of his throat as he asked to nobody and everybody, “So, what’s the new ‘best drink’ here these days?”

She had no idea about what had drawn her to the White Wyvern instead of any of the other pubs in the alleys, but Amelia found she didn’t care much as she downed her glass.

For once, she wasn’t in a pub with the intention of getting drunk (she had one hell of an alcohol problem, but no intention of stopping it any time soon). She had her glass set to the left of her on the counter and a notebook laid out before her, lips moving in unspoken words as she calculated the next day’s festivities. The first day of the festival hadn’t gone disastrously wrong, for all intents and purposes, though the unanticipated addition of Trelawney’s stall had thrown her for a loop. 

Amelia didn’t notice the bedazzled man walk into the pub, therefore, nor did she look up when he ended up sitting beside her--she felt his presence, though, and she wasn’t afraid to make her annoyance abundantly clear in both her posture and her tone of voice:

“Anything strong enough to drink the day away. Why are you sitting next to me? There are plenty of seats free.”

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Feburary 2nd, 1979  8:26 am  Daily Prophet Board Room @bones-rowle​

“As what?” Narcissa said, interrupting the little halfblood volunteer who was attempting to talk to her. Her eyes shifted from him to search the room for Amelia, eventually finding her on the other end of the table. Of course, of course she thought she deserved to lead the committee. Not that she had done anything worthwhile so far, besides show up and have a wealthy husband willing to throw his money at the festival. 

“I– I was saying as head of the committee, Ms. Bones-Rowle wanted –” 

Narcissa didn’t wait for him to finish – instead, she stalked towards Amelia, stopping beside her and waiting for her to wrap up whatever conversation she was having. “Amelia, dear,” Cissa started once the discussion had come to an end and the third party had walked off. Her eyes narrowing slightly, she tilted her head and asked, “What’s this I’m hearing about you heading the committee?”

Amelia expected this to happen. She took a bit of joy in knowing the inevitable was going to happen, and she sat herself down at the table just waiting for Narcissa Malfoy to show up. She knew she’d throw a fit; the two of them more often than not butted heads about the smallest of things. Still, Amelia glanced over briefly when the blonde arrived, a smirk gracing her lips when she saw her expression and turing back to her companion to continue conversation.

Said companion left when they saw the fury of Narcissa coming toward them, and Amelia set down her glass.

“Narcissa darling.” She looked up and gave her a pleasant smile, crossing her legs at the knees and tilting her chin up to look at her better. “It’s exactly what your ears are registering. I’ve been appointed as the head of the committee--of course, you can still be on the committee. I’m sure you have valuable input.”