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♕ — Mary was relieved to hear that. She had a rather long and trying day with inconsiderate customers, and all she wanted to do with close up shop and just relax. She looked over and tilted her head a bit as she thought over his inquiry. “The only book that would be any help with that would be Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them,” she replied and set the books in hand down. She made her way over to the proper aisle and scanned over the titles until she found what she was looking for. “You’re in luck, we have one copy left.” She summoned the book to her and held it up for him to see. “Nifflers are tricky. Adorable but sticky little thieves,” she said with a hint of a chuckle. “Make sure nothing shiny you don’t want to be stolen is out of their line of sight. You’ll never see it again.”

“Thank you.” Moody reached out, taking the book from the other and looking it over briefly. He never had too much of an interest in creatures--- pets or otherwise, it was too much to take care of. He likely should’ve gone to Dorcas since this was right up her alley, but he knew the other would likely poke fun at him for the leading cause of his aggravation throughout his work day being a harmless Niffler. “I’ll get it.” Walking over to the counter, Alastor set the book down for Mary to ring up. “And I seemed to have already made that crucial mistake. I have a pocket watch I keep in my desk and it’s disappeared on me. Not usually one for sentimental items, but it’s important enough for me to try to get back.”

#chat: mary

xdorcasxmeadowesx·:

Who didn’t need a drink this week? The answer should be no one but everyone running around with candies and not a care in the world made Dorcas’ stomach turn. Yes, she was optimistic. She was care free when she wanted to be. Hell, maybe having a drink would let her be care free instead of just angry. However, when she went into the Hog’s Head and saw Moody she didn’t know if that would happen. Still, he was there.

Dorcas walked in his direction in an aloof beeline. “It’s not hard to fix a stool that’s barely holding on,” Dorcas flourished her wand. “Like new which I’m sure will please you.” Moody was an enigma. One she was glad to have studied under. She was a damn good witch but he was a hell of a legend. Who better to learn from?

“Send me whatever he’s having,” she hollered. “So,” Dorcas looked toward Moody, “running away from the festivities or just enjoying the cheap drinks? Maybe if we’re lucky someone will jump on the raggedy tables and dance,” Dorcas took a swig of the firewhiskey she’d been handed. “Or they could bust their ass completely.”

Regarding the stool absentmindedly, Moody wouldn’t argue it wasn’t an easy fix. Hell, a good portion of the Inn could probably use a few simple repairs and a few more cleaning charms, and it would look one hundred percent better and more welcoming to those who bothered walking through the doors these days. Alastor always just assumed Aberforth was even less welcoming than even himself and let the place stay as it was to keep away the busy crowds. The man couldn’t really blame the other, but that’s why he’d never have his own business.

“I think it’s all part of the charm,” he stated teasingly, gaze moving back to his own firewhiskey. Dorcas was an interesting one to be around, though he’d always remind her as long as it was in small doses--- mostly being a joke. She had a bright, optimistic way she portrayed to carry herself, one he could never compete with.

“The festivities happen to be quite good here, too.” With one look around it was surely the quietest place in the village, but busy for the usual standards. “Perhaps you could be the first one to get up on a table and dance tonight.” Smirking, Moody took another drink and turned his teasing grin back to Dorcas. “Give Aberforth a thanks for providing cheap drinks.”

#chat: dorcas

merrymusings

“i want to destroy myself. / i want to be a secret that nobody but i can ruin—”

— Salma Deera, from “a girl makes a decision: part 2,” Letters From Medea

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merrymusings

“You sleep coiled; tightly wound. Hands are fists beneath pillows, clenched above cotton sheets. You are at war, even in your dreams.”

— Rest Achilles, the world will wait | p.d (via p.d vulpe)

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Hog’s Head, Thursday

Open to all

Sat at the familiar bar, Alastor’s gaze moved around the room and took in the crowd. It was likely the busiest he’d seen it, though not nearly as busy as the Three Broomsticks. Not many people could turn down cheaper drinks, not that they were bad priced to begin with. Firewhiskey in hand, he was taking a drink just as he heard the stool beside him start to be pulled out. “Mmm–” Swallowing the long swig, he shook his head in the direction of the other. “Not that one. Stool is broken and barely hanging on.” One of the reasons he preferred the particular spot he was in, but the man wasn’t drunk enough to get entertainment of someone busting their ass when they tried sitting down.

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oflovelost

"i can't believe it's already been a year." lily hummed, half absent-mindedly and in her own world, a glass of champagne in hand. while she KNEW that he was gone. that he was dead, she still felt like she'd been holding in her breath for this entire year, still having trouble accepting it. still afraid to breathe. "it feels like it was just yesterday. still feels weird celebrating...after all the lives that were lost." after a moment she let out a sigh and shook her head, "sorry, sorry. i'm being a total party pooper. you having fun so far?"

constantvigilxnce

He’d contemplated for quite some time over going to Hog’s Head and attending the memorial. Moody was just being stubborn because he knew he’d go one way or the other, just out of curiosity to hear what was said and pay his respects. However, he’d been mourning Dumbledore plenty over the past year--- he really didn’t have a desire to do it around others. Tucked away in the back, mostly away from others; well, as much as one could try, he’d be lying if he said the place wasn’t packed. A familiar sight of red hair caught Alastor’s attention before Lily actually spoke. “People love any excuse to celebrate. Lets you ignore the bad, especially if you’re drinking,” he spoke, raising his glass halfheartedly in the direction of the younger Auror. The man really wasn’t in the mood to make small talk, but he liked Lily enough to. “Can’t be worse than the bloke who threw up on the floor during the memorial, so at least you’re a step ahead of that.” His gaze turned, smirking ever so slightly at the other. “Things considered, a bit. Haven’t had to break up any drunk and disorderly fights yet, so we’re doing good so far.”

#chat: lily

themxgglebrn

» tagged: open » where: flourish and blotts, well into the evening.

♕ — Mary tilted her head as she looked over the title on the binding of one of the books that she carried in her arms– with two stacks floating behind her– before she looked up at the shelf in front of her. She read over the other titles searching for the proper place for the book to go when she heard the front door bell jingle. “Welcome to flourish and blotts,” she recited not even looking over at who had entered. “The books on the front table are all 20% off and just so you know, we’re closing in about fifteen minutes.

constantvigilxnce

“I plan to be in and out,” Alastor announced in response, bypassing the table of books which were on sale. He already had something specific in mind he’d forgotten to pick up earlier in the evening--- the whiskey he drank with Minerva might have had something to do with that. “In fact, if you would like to get me out of here quicker, I could use your help.” Dark eyes lifted, looking for the source of the voice he’d heard only moments ago. “I could use a book on Nifflers--- I’m guilty of not paying too much attention during Care of Magical Creatures when I was in school. One seems to be terrorizing my department at work.” When did Moody ever imagine having to deal with a Niffler stealing valuables from his Department when he decided he wanted to be an Auror?

#chat: mary

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"A night on the town" - event one closed started @constantvigilxnce Thursday 23rd, The Three broomsticks

"Good evening Alastor," Minerva announces as she settles down at her friend's side, the table in a quiet corner of the pub, far from the door yet still facing it. "Apologies for being late, seems I had forgotten to send out some documents." Taking out her scarf, winter coat and beanie with a sigh, she flags down the waitress.

Even though they saw each other a few days ago, Minerva can't help but notice that his friend looks a bit more tired. It might just be the dimmed lights of the place, but still, considering the complicated week they are all going through, she takes note of it. "What did you get? I heard some drinks are half price tonight, how nice of Rosmerta." For once, Minerva's considering a good old neat whisky, knowing the strength of it will help her thoughts clear out from all the constant worrying. Selfishly, she wants to try and forget about all the responsibilities that will come back crashing down as soon as she'll leave this place. "Might get that scotch you told me about the other day... What did you say the name was?"

constantvigilxnce

The Three Broomsticks wasn’t usually Alastor’s preference of pub--- nothing against Rosmerta herself. She was a lovely woman, but the younger generation of witches and wizards tended to favor the place, and it may merely be showing his age, but the man preferred somewhere much more...quiet. Less likely to run into someone who would pull him into a conversation which would lead to him inevitably coming up with a lie to leave, or merely excusing himself if his patience was fading away. Minerva McGonagall was one of the few people who could settle herself down at his table with no invitation and still receive a genuine enough smile.

He’d expected her at one point or another anyway--- Moody had already insisted for her to come drink with him to help him deal with the week. Though he was off duty that night, the week was a busy one with all the festivities and seemed to be dragging at a snail’s pace. “Just a firewhiskey. Rosmerta has been so busy she’s been walking around with a tray which seems to empty in minutes,” he mused, taking in the bustle and crowd from the pub. Her next words caused a chuckle, and the man reached into the pocket of the dark jacket dropped halfheartedly over the back of his chair. “Benromach,” Moody answered, holding out a half empty flask to the other in offering. It seemed he’d already started his night early.