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persxnatus:

“I mean I can quite easily imagine that. There’s something about you that does quite strikingly remind me of a house-elf. Maybe it’s how earnest you are about being able to do such a simple thing.” She grinned back at him, not being able to help laughing after only holding his gaze for a few moments. It was too much fun to be able to continue the ridiculousness. 

“So you wouldn’t know? That’s very interesting.” She propped her head up in her hands, watching him with the attention a student might give a teacher. Provisionally interested in what he had to say, but more than willing to retreat back inside her own mind at the first sign of boredom. “I too am one of the legions of human who likes being complimented. But I’m also not averse to bribery, as long as it involves a nice bottle of firewhiskey or at least the money to get my own.

Marlene sighed when the report returned negative, tracing the rim of her glass with an absentminded finger. “That’s just too bad, really. I thought I might be able to persuade him to give me another bottle for free. He never has before, but it’s always worth the try.” She took a sip, looking around the pub before returning her gaze to Dedalus. “It looks like you might be right. So, Eddie, tell me about yourself. Any interesting hobbies? You look like you’re a fan of knitting.”

It was fortunate that his ego was not easily bruised, give the current line of conversation Dedalus was sharing with the witch. "I didn't say that I was one. I simply quipped that I had the tolerance of one." He insisted, brow furrowing slightly. His lips pursed, struggling to keep the rather unimpressed expression on his face in lieu of one of amusement. "It's not my fault if you don't want to believe me!" "Do I look like someone who's needed to use bribery?" A spot of well-placed convincing, perhaps, but Dedalus had never needed to resort to more nefarious methods. "Although I can't see exactly how that is interesting." It certainly wouldn't have been before, but after the raid on Hogwarts... well, things like that change things. People become different. "Just a small spot of bribery then? It's comforting to know that I wouldn't have to go to extreme measure, should the need ever arise." He teased. Dedalus couldn't help but laugh at that. "Really? You hoped that you'd be able to get him to give you a bottle for free? Do you know him?" That was one of the most ridiculous things he had heard all day. A good laugh though. Dedalus shrugged. "I guess it depends on what you find interesting. Although I can tell you that my hobbies do not include knitting." What even could he count as a hobby these days? "I used to travel a lot, but I can't exactly do that anymore. Lived on the continent for a long time."

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fletchxr:

Admittedly, this wasn’t Mundungus’s finest moment.  Amidst a sea of eyes the size of dinner plates (bemused and intrigued by the two grown men who’d infiltrated their vinyl playground) he found the itch of captivity that had been crawling through his nerves all morning had been driven to a frenzy. The erratic drumming of his fingers and craning of his neck towards the entrance a fair indication that he was not, perhaps, at his very best.

“Wards,” he agreed, slithering down the vinyl to sink with a thump against the floor of the bounce room, the subsequent soft bouncing that tapered off to relative stillness ignored as he began the process of patting down his pockets in search of the one he’d stashed his wand inside. “At least a disillusionment charm or two.”

He glared in the direction of a particularly intrigued young boy who had stopped bouncing to stare at them. As was the case with most children, the boy didn’t take much notice of him. “Lay low,” he suggested, dragging his wand out of the depths of an extendable pocket and ignoring the jitter of his hands the best he cold, “Let all the fuss die down. I’m sure in a week or so—”

In a week or so their names would be plastered across the Prophets headlines with a dead Ministry workers face to boot. “—Everything’ll be just grand. You mind if I smoke?”

He was already rummaging for the carton anyway, fingers trembling as he fished the battered box out of his jacket pocket and made a shambles of trying to pry it open. 

"Alright." Dedalus nodded, removing his wand from his coat pocket. He dreaded to think what his father would make of him in that moment, if he could see him. Thankfully, the old man was tucked away at home, doing God knows what. He began to cast a few precursory charms. Wards had never been his strongest subject, although he had read a few books on them in his early teens, finding them all sorts of fascinating for about a month.

He scooted down a little bit more in a decidedly undignified fashion, hoping to clear himself of the windows. Hopefully the wards would hold and they wouldn't get spotted, although they did have more to worry about than juts the Ministry. Dedalus stared warily at the children now stuck inside with them, wondering if they would have to obliviate them. Was it worth the risk? That he was unsure of. "If we're lucky." He sighed softly, crossing his arms over his chest more than a little petulantly. At least he wasn't alone in this. "I don't mind, but you might have to ask them." He gestured to the children with a nod of his head. "Or not." He shrugged. 

Catching sight of Mundungus' struggle with the box of cigarettes, he held a hand out. "Let me do it. I'll probably be quicker." Not that time was of the essence in that moment seeing as Dedalus could only imagine that they would be stuck in the vinyl prison for a while. "So... what are we going to do? We can't stay here for too long because we'll just get arrested again." Merlin... what a mess they were in.

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labetebelle:

          “You ‘ave veeseeted, eh, Vegas?” Apolline questioned, lifting her brows at him. Vegas was in - ah, yes, in the States; it had such a reputation that the Veela only vaguely knew of, but knew enough that it was a straining feat imagining Dedalus Diggle in it. The women, the gambling, the lights, and the mistakes… well, the mistakes weren’t far off, but the three former were. “Tell me more, would you? I ‘ave never veeseeted ze United States.”

          Dedalus was interesting company to keep - welcome, but interesting - for Apolline could never get a grasp on the oddity that was his personality. He was a man with an extensive past which surely added up and interlocked, yet piecing it all together proved difficult. Such a big life in such a short life as of yet.

          “Eet does not count for me. I ‘ave ze tolerance of a seexty year old who ‘as been drinking from birth.” A gentle rap of her knuckles on his knee as she scoot the bottle closer to him. “I weell be fine. You, on ze ozer ‘and, dreenk like a nun.”

"Don't look so surprised!" Dedalus exclaimed quietly. Honestly, was it that hard to believe? It wasn't the first time that sharing the fact had resulted in someone else's disbelief, and no doubt would it be the final time. "Sure. Well, it's been about fifteen years since I was there so it's probably changed since then. Let's see... it's mostly muggle, although there was a small Wizarding quarter a little ways off the Strip. It's very... bright. Imagine Piccadilly Circus with the lights but having that be everywhere. Some of the places were themed, which was kinda fun. Didn't spend too much time in the casinos. Still had a couple of places to visit in the States and didn't want to lose all my money!" He took another sip of his drink. "I only spent a few days there, and I think I was drunk for most of the time, but it was fun. An experience, at the very least." And one he was unlikely to relive, seeing as no one was allowed out of the country anymore. "I'm not sure if that's something to be proud of, you know." He chuckled, bemusement colouring his expression. "I don't drink like a nun. I'm not as young as I used to be, and I'd rather avoid waking up with a hangover."

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bones-rowle:

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.”

"I suppose you could say that." Dedalus honestly couldn't believe how quickly the time had passed. It some respects it felt like only yesterday he had been walking the corridors in the castle, spending his free hours amongst the towering shelves of the library. Yet here he was, almost eighteen years older, talking with a girl who he could only assume could barely walk when he was sitting his NEWTS. "So you had to put up with Slughorn as your head of house? My apologies. I got invited to his Slug Club once. Clearly I didn't make much of an impression because I was never invited back for a second gathering."

He shrugged, raising his hands in defeat. "Well, I'm not gonna argue with you, Miss. But really I think you should try and balance your outlook a little better."

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vigilantalastor:

“Aye - what the bloody hell - ” he started, biting off the rest of his sentence when he noticed who he’d run into. Anyone else, and he wouldn’t have stopped. It was an unfortunate trait - one that being a father, an auror, a member of the Order and an all round decidedly alright human being hadn’t stopped him from cultivating: irritation. He’d blindly turned around, not bothering to hear the sound of rushed footfalls against stone coming from behind him, but he still probably would have yelled at some poor, unsuspecting soul - because an under-caffeinated Alastor this early in the morning was an angrier Alastor than usual.

“Eddie?” he said, surprised. He’d gotten up early to avoid most people: Diagon Alley was pretty damn busy, sure. Running into Madam Malkin wasn’t unprecedented when she was opening up shop, but Dedalus? That was unexpected. “Nah - no, it was my fault. Wasn’ lookin’ where I was goin’.” Offhandedly, Alastor realised that his trousers were still soaked, his shoes were still wet, but it was nothing the wave of his wand couldn’t rectify - something he immediately did. The cobbled street had taken the brunt of the accident - a sheet of coffee had fallen onto it, stark as it sank into the snow. Chucking his now empty cup in the trash, he turned back to his friend, perplexed. “Mate, it’s just barely gone -” he glanced down at his watch, a laugh on his tongue, “ - half past six, I’m guessin’ it wasn’t your idea to meet Ollivander.”

“C’mon, let’s go.” Alastor pulled his jacket closer to him, turning on his heel and gesturing towards the Leaky Cauldron. “I know I’m the one in a mood, but you don’t look all tha’ pleased to be up right now either.”

Of all the people to crash into! Well, it could have been worse - at least Alastor was a friend. He could only begin to imagine the position he could have very well found himself in had it been anyone else. Steadying himself from his stumbles, he shrugged. "Guilty as charged." He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. Perhaps not the best thing to say, given the events of the previous but it was too early for him to be functioning quite like a normal human so that couldn't be helped. "I would insist on it being me in the wrong seeing as I did the bumping but that will only have us going round in circles playing the blame game." He paused, a small, playful smile tugging at his lips. "We'd be here all day if that was the case, I'm sure." His eyes settled briefly on the coffee-soaked snow in front of the pair. The brown patch may have stood out in contrast with the harsh whiteness of the freshly fallen snow, but that was sure to change once the rest of the Wizarding World had woken. It would soon be as dingy as the cobbles it masked from view, greying with each pair of shoes that marched over it. "You'd be right there. I've been summoned." Dedalus' expression scrunched, his tone sharp with distaste. "God knows what the old man wants. Maybe he wants to fire me after all that nonsense yesterday." His shoulders sagged slightly in a sigh. "Sounds like a plan to me. A cup of tea could work nicely, failing that, a couple of rounds under the reviving spell could do the job." His gaze flickered upwards to the inky sky above the cobbled street as he walked. "The sun isn't up and neither should I be."

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disguiiises:

“Can’t really afford more than one trip anyway,” she said dryly, shaking her head. She snorted at the next comment, and Roxanne looked up in amusement. “You know from experience? That’s not necessarily a good thing.” She shifted her book to hold against her chest, offering Dedalus a smile in return and nodding. “Dedalus Diggle. I’m Aurora Schacklebolt. Nice to meet you.”

"I wouldn't worry about that. They give you a stamp card - you get the tenth visit free!" Dedalus joked, his expression mock serious. "Genius idea, really." He shrugged. "Hazards of my job, you see. I work with some volatile materials. Accidents aren't uncommon." Perhaps that was why Ollivander was so reluctant to experiment with different combinations. "A pleasure, Miss Shacklebolt."

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bones-rowle:

She chuckled at the comment and shook her head, staring at the empty glass for a long moment before ordering herself another one. It wasn’t like it mattered–she had the money to drink herself into a coma (though she wouldn’t do that, of course), and she could get home safely if need be. She’d treat herself however much she wanted. “Ravenclaw, huh? Was that your house?”

Amelia leaned back against the countertop and watched as people walked by and laughed with their friends drunkenly, letting out a quiet sigh. “Don’t think I’m trying?” She glanced back and raised an eyebrow. “I’m not a optimistic person, if you couldn’t tell. Pessimism is my specialty, and all I see is a world gone to shit.”

"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."

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△ are you a vampire? answer honestly.

1/10

“Damn, you caught me! With these looks? Of course I am. It’s a long story. I would tell you, but I would have to kill you. Well.. it looks like I’ll have to kill you anyway seeing as you know. All joking aside, I’m not. But whilst I was on my travels in America I did come across a vampire with whom I shared an uncanny resemblance. Nice enough fellow, although I was clearly the better looking out of the two of us.”

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Do you think you'll ever make your father proud?

4/10

“Well, I’d like to think that he’s already proud of me. I mean, I’ve finally found something and stuck with it. Although maybe thinking about it… he might not be so proud about me giving up the shop to move back here, given the way things are going. But at the end of the day family’s more important.”

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Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character

They’ll have to:

Rate on a scale of 1-10 how much they don’t want to answer that question.

Answer that question.

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vigilantalastor:

Diagon Alley

February 15th, 1979

6:40 AM

[ OPEN ]

There was a distinct chill in the air, crisp and biting - but whether it was from the winter morning or the events of the past few days, he couldn’t even begin to speculate. The streets were near empty this early in the day, vendors just beginning to set up stalls along the lane and people going about their humdrum routines as if their entire universe wasn’t fragmented and bleeding hope across the cobbled pathways. In the cold light of day, he could almost appreciate the forced silence of the wizarding world, could almost ignore the need for the charade he was playing, or the fact that they’d made it this far without everything crashing down around them. 

But then Alastor took a deep gulp of the coffee he’d just picked up, and that put everything back into perspective. Hell, if that hadn’t been enough, opening up that morning’s edition of The Prophet definitely was; his gaze scanned over the headlines: riots, rebels, death toll mounting, mass hysteria - yeah, that seemed just about right. Going to the office in the aftermath of everything that had happened just seemed like an unavoidable punishment. Rip off the plaster and be done with it. Pushing off of the wall he’d been leaning against, Alastor turned to leave when he almost knocked someone over. “Hey - hey,” he bit out, muttering incoherently as his coffee spilled down his front. He stood back, trying to assess the damage. “Watch where you’re bloody goin’.”

After a tumultuous last few days Dedalus would have loved nothing more than to be able to take things easy, lay low for a little while. Apparently that was not what the universe had in store for him. A floo call at six in the morning from Ollivander had woken him, requesting that he be at the Diagon Alley branch at his earliest convenience. What the old man wanted Dedalus dreaded to think. He could only hope that it didn't have anything to do with his recent arrest (although he was cleared of all charges - something that he wanted to make explicitly clear.)

Flooing to the Leaky Cauldron as he didn't trust himself to apparate without splinching himself when he was still half asleep, he left the pub and began to amble down the cobbled street. Merlin, what he would give in that moment to be back at home - or tucked away in the backroom of the Hogsmeade branch at the very least. Yet there he was, making his way down the icy street, silently hoping that he wasn't going to get fired.

Dedalus didn't notice the other person until it was too late. Stumbling backwards, he grimaced as the remaining vestiges of sleep dissipated. "Shit! I am so sorry! Let me - ah - let me get you another." He thrust his hand into his coat, searching for coins. "Oh, Al! Sorry, mate, didn't realise it was you. But seriously, let me get you another - I've got some time before I have to meet with Ollivander."

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restrainedxlliance:

The Pub 15th of February, 1979 Open

Today was a bad day. By far on of the worst days so far.The Carnival turned out to be a total mess, he had to stay at Hogwarts to help announce the death of three students, and still has to await the dreadful time he has to go to some pureblood socialite party. Even something that seemed so innocent could end in death. Right now, he just needed to be in a palce that wasn’t his messy home and not his depressing work place. He wuld never say this out loud, for he would probably be asked to explain. 

So the pub was the only logical place to be. With his head in his hands, Arthur went through the memories he had as a kid, the simplier times in life. He waited for his beer, knowing that he needed to be at least slightly buzzed before he went to be with ‘his’ people. If only there was someone who was much like himself, somebody he could talk to. Just as he was going to talk to the bartender, somebody had approached the bar. Arthur looked up slightly, his mind somewhere else to know who he was talking to. 

“Hey there, celebrating or rough day?”

Dedalus had resigned himself to a booth at the Leaky Cauldron, not particularly fancying striking up conversation with anyone that day. He ran a hand through his already mussed hair, his shoulders sagging. How could things go so wrong in such a small number of days? Perhaps he should have returned to Paris after his mother's funeral and taken his dad with him. He could have carried on quite nicely like that, with only his shop to worry about. Merlin, were those the days. It was hard for him to believe that it had only been a little over a year since he moved back to Britain - with everything that had happened since Dedalus could have sworn that it felt like several years.

Draining the last of his snifter of brandy, he stood up from the booth and made his way over to the bar. Setting it down on the watermarked bartop, he gestured to Tom. "Another Dragon Barrel, my good man." Dedalus fished several coins out of his pocket, setting them down next to the glass.

Turning out the sound of the voice, he shook his head. "Oh, Arthur! Rough week more like." A bitter chuckle escaped him. "Being detained twice by the Ministry isn't exactly what I would call a good time."

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bounce house, festival grounds 13th february 1979 11:15am { @fletchxr }

The day so far had been an absolute disaster. Everything had gone tits up at the Ministry (although he wasn't complaining about getting out of there) and now this. He was thirty-five years old for Christ's sake - he should not be hiding away in a bounce house of all places. Choosing to attempt to hide at the festival was a poor idea on his behalf. He should have apparated somewhere else, somewhere the Ministry would be less likely to look. Perhaps he should have gone into the muggle world. He spend some of his travels amongst muggles, how hard could it have been to just spend a few days at the very least? just enough time to come up with a plan.

Sighing quietly, Dedalus sunk down to the floor of the structure, the vinyl rippling at the movement. He didn't dare look at the window, fearful that he'd be spotted by an Auror. "Think we need to put some wards up?" He asked, looking over at his companion. He took his hat off, setting it down next to his outstretched legs with a soft sigh. They were definitely in a tight spot now.

"Where do we go from here?"

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fletchxr:

“Oh, I’m sure I can rustle up some buyers,” Mundungus replied around a broad flash of teeth, resisting the urge to rub his hands together. He could almost feel the weight of gold lining his pockets now. Wands were perhaps the most sought after commodity on their streets these days, there would be no shortage of buyers — the only question was if they’d have the money to pay for them.

The question of how to get them out onto the streets would be the problem — such a large and highly selective inventory would make the usual methods of distribution both unwise and dangerous should they get busted. Still, where there was a paycheck, there was a way. 

His smile broadened as he downed the last of his drink, reaching out to thump a hand against Eddie’s shoulder delightedly and paused, squinting over it at a familiar face that had just entered the pub. “Good man, give us a week to work out the logistics and find a suitable location for distribution and we’ll be right as rain. Drop by the Wyvern sometime next week with a selection of your product and we can work out the particulars of our arrangement.”

Setting his glass decisively back upon the bar he paused halfway towards turning to leave, hesitating a moment before he added, “And remember — just between us, yeah? I look forward to doing business with you, Eddie. Now if you’ll excuse me — that man owes me money.”

With one last beaming smile he hurried into the crowd, cursing beneath his breath at the sound of the bells jingling over the door. Of course he’d be a runner.

"Okay, cool." At least that was one challenge out of the way for Dedalus. Although he didn't have a clue as to just how Mundungus would be going about acquiring customers - Dedalus figured that it was something he was probably better off not knowing. Having customers was the important thing - just how they ended up becoming customers wasn't nearly quite as important.

He nodded as Mundungus spoke, listening intently. A week should be plenty of time to get things sorted on either end. He'd be able to sift through his stock for his best wands so far (AKA the ones that hadn't landed him in St Mungo's for few hours each) and potentially finish some more up. "I'll drop by the Wyvern next Friday. I'll run some numbers and see how cheap I can sell the wands for whilst still turning a profit so we both benefit." Somehow Dedalus doubted that the buyers would be drowning in money if they were having to turn to alternative means to acquire wands.

"Yeah, yeah, just between us - you don't have to worry about that. Likewise, Dung. Owl me or something if your potential buyers need more information." He took a sip of drink. "Of course, don't let me keep you. I'll see you next week."

He gave Dung a brief wave as he left, before signalling to Tom. "Hey, buddy, can I get another?"

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disguiiises:

“Yeah, I guess I’ll need more practice.” Which, in itself, was rather pathetic in her mind. She had years at school to perfect a simple summoning spell, but she always overestimated herself. It was embarrassing, and Roxanne coughed, clinging her book to her chest. “I’d say the same, yeah. And I appreciate it. I don’t fancy my nose breaking because of a book.” She looked up at him. “Thank you again, Mr…?”

“It might save you a few trips to St Mungo’s down the road, it has to be said.” He commented with a shrug. “I know from experience that they tend to get a little fed up once you’ve been the more than a few times for one thing or another.” The Healers on the spell damage ward were definitely sick of his semi-frequent visits. “It’s no problem!” Dedalus offered her an easy smile. “Oh! Diggle. Dedalus Diggle.” He didn’t sound quite as suave as the spy from the muggle films but he couldn’t help that.

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