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𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: the hog’s head . 𝐅𝐎𝐑: @ofmccnlight
hanging around luna was always fun. endearing even. he had travelled between countries for work, met a number of different and unusual people, but luna topped the list. they were adorable really, and a breath of fresh air. he’s learnt a lot from them over the years. “so i remember we talked about nargles that one time.” because of course they did. bill was always happy to listen and learn something, even if he’d never really apply it to his own life. “i should stay away from mistletoe this year, right? they’ll probably be all over that.” his glass is raised to his lips, taking a quick sip. “should i avoid mistletoe completely or?”
𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: shell cottage . 𝐅𝐎𝐑: @stainedglcss
“cuppa?” bill doesn’t give dean a moment to think about it though, placing the mug in front of him and instantly moving for the kettle to pass it over to the other. it wasn’t like dean hadn’t spent time here before and they hadn’t changed much of the cottage anyway. everything was pretty much the same. “talk to me — how’re things? how’re you doing?”
oliver wood .
location: quality quidditch supplies participants: oliver wood & viktor krum ( @brkenvisage )
“excuse me,” oliver cleared his throat, waiting for the male in front of him to move out of his way. his demeanor made it obvious that oliver was used to a certain level of treatment, especially when frequenting an establishment such as quality quidditch supplies. he was, after all, a well-known professional quidditch player. he was spared from having to make another comment as the male turned around, his jaw immediately dropping as he came face to face with viktor krum. “oh-wow you’re viktor krum,” he breathed, “i’m a huge fan.”
it had really been an opportunity to check out the nearby store and practically examine everything it had to offer — sometimes he forgot that he had been playing professionally since the age of eighteen .. and so navigating through a store that was practically his bread and butter was difficult. he was always as polite as ever, talking to as many people as he could, signing a few things here and there. so whenever he heard someone behind him, it had been a no brainer to turn around and interact rather than acting like he hadn’t heard them. smile spreads across his lips, hand extending out to shake oliver’s. “ that’s very kind. thank you. ” was it exhausting saying the same thing over and over? of course it was. but there was something about oliver that was making him hesitate. he knew him from somewhere. “ it’s nice to meet you. ” the only problem was, he didn’t know where. did he just meet him moments ago with those women a few aisles away? did he work in the restaurant he was in last night? no.. that couldn’t be it. “ — hey, i know your face from somewhere. ”
cho chang .
it had become an unintentional tradition for cho and a few of her teammates to spend the rest of the evening in hogsmeade, perched behind a bar and revelling in their win — that is, if they did win said match. those were her intended plans for tonight, but after getting word through her coach that krum had paid a visit, she excused herself from celebrating over beers provided by the three broomsticks. this also had become an unintentional tradition for the two — visiting each others games, though it was usually without the other knowing. after getting herself cleaned up, cho weaved her way out of the locker room and weaved her way through the crowds that were not exiting the stadium. his familiar silhouette caught her attention, and she couldn’t help the subtle roll of her eyes at his words, though spared him no less of a chuckle once she let the words marinade. “ well, if i had known you were coming… ” for emphasise she paused. hoping with her heavy tone on the word, it’d sink in. the amused smirk on her features still very much present as she spoke. “ my last letter would have been requesting to borrow it, rather than picking at your previous game. ” she laughed again this time. “ is that what you’re here to do? ”
brows furrow in confusion as he looks at cho, head slowly tilting as he thought. he was starting to resemble a little puppy, completely perplexed as he thought over her words. it was a joke, he knew that much. it was just hard to understand said jokes off the top of his head when english wasn’t his first language. viktor blinks as he stares at the girl, eyes widening once he realises what exactly cho is referring to. “ OH. i didn’t .. i didn’t mean it .. like that. “ lips curl, head dipping so he could stare at his shoes. boy, did he feel bad about that. the big friendly giant never wanted to make anyone feel weird or uncomfortable — so it was pretty good that she was the one to make a joke. “ i apologise. ” regardless, he approached the witch, arms extending towards her as if wanting a hug. he never got that from cho after all, any of their interactions had been purely through letters. “ make fun of you for how long it took for you to catch the snitch? never. i’m not that mean. ” he smirks. “ though it did take a little long. i still need to give you lessons. ”
knox bellamy .
“i will neither deny nor agree. i simply stay in the middle.” knox shrugged while glancing back to where bill had pointed. it wasn’t anything new in diagon alley, usually at nights there would be drunkards outside of the leaky cauldron just fighting about which team fairly won a certain match. quite amusing to see what happens at night, especially after she closes up the shop. “but i will say i do favor the quiberon quafflepunchers or the vultures, other than that those idiots need to wrap up whatever little disagreement they are having. can’t have them doing it in front of my shop and drawing customers away.” just talking about it brought a certain annoyance on her face as she glared in their direction.
“ wow. ” head shakes, mock offence evident. he had never truly been a huge fan when it came to quidditch. years and years of flying with your brothers before you went to hogwarts did that to a person. but he found no greater joy than watching his baby sister fly around on that pitch and absolutely destroy everybody. it wasn’t hard to see talent. and no. he wasn’t biased!! “ imagine not thinking the harpies are the best quidditch team in general. “ grin is wide, a clear indication that he’s just teasing. each to their own, he wouldn’t lose sleep over it and he knew knox wouldn’t either. “ i’m sure they’ll wrap it up soon - or at least, i hope they do. ” it wasn’t nice for anybody. “ is it always like this? ”
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daphne greengrass .
where: a coffee shop who: open - @startertms
the coffee shop’s busier than she expected, daphne thought as she tried to find an empty table to sit at. she spotted one in the corner that has a half finished cup on the table but no one sat at it and no belongings on the seats to indicate that someone was to come back any time soon. without much deliberation, she rushed over before someone beat her to it; to be fair, she only needs a small portion of the table so there was room for someone else to sit if need be (but she was hoping no one take the seat next to her). she’s so in her own world sketching that it takes her a while to realise that there’s someone standing next to her table until they block off her light source. “oh bloody hell, it better not be raining. definitely not wearing the right shoes for rain,” she muttered to herself before turning towards the window and noticing the person stood at her table, “oh! i’m sorry, was this your table? i do apologise for taking over. i’ve just moved everything down but i can move if you’d like.”
it was wrong to make assumptions. viktor knew this well .. but it couldn’t be a coincidence that anywhere he seemed to be, so did daphne. it was mind-boggling to say the least. he simply assumed she was a fan and never wanted to say anything, after all, he was used to his fair share of women practically lurking in the shadows wherever he went. naturally, he thought daphne was no different.
“ you don’t have to move. ” head shakes, pushing his coffee to the side of the table, away from her work. he was a careful but quiet man.. the thought of potentially ruining her artwork if he was to spill anything genuinely seemed like a nightmare in his eyes. for a man who kept to himself a lot, any type of social interaction seemed like hell - if he didn’t have a firewhiskey in his hands to give him that liquid courage. “ what are you doing? ” viktor asked, head nodding towards the sketches. it was reassuring knowing she wasn’t drawing him at least. “ what’s that for? ”
sebastian · yang .
“ . . . i’ve never actually thought about it , but you’re onto somethin’ there . ” let it be said that every job they’re CALLED out to together never fails to amuse ! sebastian doesn’t bother to tamp down the quirk of his mouth around the 𝒓𝒊𝒎 of the mug , clearly deep in faux - philosophical thought when inquisitive hues RETURN to his old friend . “ what d’ya reckon we go with , then ? i guess structures is right there . edifice ? ” merlin , it’s a wonder they’ve ever gotten anything 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 / how the ministry remains blind enough to the vast amount of time WASTED on creative endeavours like this . “ s’gotta be something . ”
it’s nice that the two have maintained this relationship over the years. no judgement, constant fun, the dynamic remaining the same ━ as chaotic as ever. any of the memories from their travels was something beyond enjoyable to think about and tell others about too. at least, the parts that he could. he tended to keep a lot of the other stuff to himself. “ i think structure works, right? “ so did building. bill just clearly had a problem with that word. “ gets the meaning across nicely. “ oh, to be a fly on the wall. cup is raised to his lips, pointing his finger towards sebastian. “ building does make sense. if you think from the sense of the word ‘built’ .. right ? “ a shrug and heavy sigh follows. “ english is weird and far too complicated. hate it. “
𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: diagon alley . 𝐅𝐎𝐑: @kxbellem
work had been stressful to say the very least. the day had been a mess, constant arguing with goblins who clearly had the upper hand with him in every single instance. mix that with some rude drunkards who had nothing better to do than gather around diagon alley and mumble and slur everything they were saying. brows raise as he spots knox, discreetly pointing behind him with his thumb. “ i’ll do you a favour now, kid.. don’t go down there. ” bill’s head shakes. “ they’re discussing which quidditch team is the best and getting very vocal about it. ” at least, that’s what he thinks they were discussing. it was hard to decipher it. “ and for the record, it’s absolutely the holyhead harpies ━ and no. that’s not because of my little sister. ” oh, it totally was. “ ━ please tell me you agree. ”
Most difficult is the labeling by other people that models are empty-headed bodies. I think if you look for negativity, you can find it anywhere.
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hermione granger .
when he’d invited her out , a panic had flared white - hot underneath her lungs — - almost said NO , like she was 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚍 to watch him realise that the girl from the library was not the woman stood before him . ( it’s a foolish notion , of course , but it dominates her conscience ; it doesn’t 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 her from writing , though , & telling him that yes , she’d love to grab dinner . )
“ viktor . ” his name is less syllable , more sacred prayer / whisper on her mouth , a little awed — - time has changed so much , but not the way her heart still skips a beat when the FULL FORCE of his gaze falls upon her . she steps 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚 into the circle of his arms , laces herself around him and simply lets herself breathe him in . “ london looks good on you . ” it does , it’s true : viktor seems at ease in the leaky cauldron , much 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴 so than he ever had at hogwarts . “ i’ve missed you . ”
it’s easy to fall into old habits ━ arms wrapping around her figure with a sigh. a happy sigh. it had been so long since he had actually been in her presence. it had been years and years of worrying ━ but also knowing that the woman in front of him was unbelievable. she could hold her own ━ she was easily the strongest person he knew. letters were easy to settle for in that case. a quiet hum escapes his lips, though it wasn’t in the most convincing fashion. “ i think .. they don’t know who i am. “ eyes land on a few people around the room, much older and more enthralled in conversation. “ so i feel more relaxed. ” lies. if anything he was hoping she couldn’t feel the slight shake of his hands against her back or the way his heartbeat had already tripled just from their embrace alone.
“ you can’t miss me when i’ve missed you more !! ” viktor’s exclamation is heartfelt if anything, meaning every single word as he finally breaks the contact between the two - but not without reaching for her hand to press a quick kiss against it. “ but tell me .. ” hands move to her chair, gently pulling it out. always a gentleman, not thinking twice to do something for literally anyone. “ how are you ? how are things ? ” he pauses, rotating around to where he had originally been seated. he knew things hadn’t been the easiest, he wasn’t going to pry. it wasn’t really his place. “ whatever you’re comfortable with telling me, of course. “
𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: tutshill tornados stadium . 𝐅𝐎𝐑: @chhochang
viktor genuinely loved watching quidditch. it didn’t matter where he was, who he was watching ━ he’d easily consider it his very first love. there was something about the feeling of flying, practically feeling untouchable when you would catch snitch after snitch. it was an even better feeling knowing that people felt the exact same way as you. at least he knew it was the case for cho. an unexpected correspondence between the two ━ trying to attend games as a means of support and simply owl’ing to speak of how they done. but this time, viktor had got word through to the tornados’ coach, saying that he was waiting for cho outside.
“you know..” krum starts as he spots her, pushing himself away from the wall he was leaning against with a grin. “i should just let you have a ride of my broom for once.” he doesn’t pick up on the innuendo, meaning it as face value. “this game lasted a little too long.”
𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: shell cottage , cornwall . 𝐅𝐎𝐑: @delefleur
who would have thought that competing in the triwizard tournament would make him so close to such a small and perfect woman? the two were polar opposites - but in the most unexpected ways. viktor remembers all too well. practically hiding behind fleur at any given moment, trying to avoid any onlookers or questions that could be thrown his way. it worked to some extent - making everyone look at the pretty woman rather than the star seeker as the quadruplet champions were practically scrutinised. he wouldn’t change a thing though, and he needed fleur more than ever in his life.
“ i’m standing out here in the cold, you know !! ” it was his own fault. he hadn’t even sent his owl to say he was visiting. his excuse? he had just got settled into his own apartment. of course he had to come visit immediately. if anyone could keep him grounded, it was fleur. “ your favourite brother is here ━ the weasleys don’t count !! “