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heartofcoal:

LOCATION : MADAM ROSMERTA’S MUDER MYSTERY

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“Look, I get that it is very dangerous to be out alone, and I understand that this is an exclusive event.” Riel started, shoving their hands into their pockets and shifting their weight uncomfortably. The trio had just arrived and Riel already felt backed into a corner in this party full of older people. They regretted almost instantly their costume choice; if they knew everyone else would be choosing characters to embody instead of concepts, Riel would have been something more likeable. Less snarky. Something that wouldn’t get a side-eye and an ‘oh, cute.’. Though what was to be expected; the wix hadn’t dressed up for Halloween since their school years.

“I am grateful, truly.” They sighed, saying what was expected though Riel wished they were somewhere with less eyes. “But you must see how odd it feels for me to accompany my married sister and her husband to the grown-up table, dearest sœur.”

“I don’t think it’s odd.” Fleur says, features immediately drawing into a FROWN, as she tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear ( it was difficult to manage when she’d teased it like this – big and frizzy to emphasise the character she was supposed to be playing, an ironic COMPLEMENT to her husband’s costume ). HALLOWEEN wasn’t something she often celebrated – in recent years, she was usually too busy working at ST MUNGO’S, and, during her youth, it has never been something she’d been PARTICULARLY fond of – always finding that she didn’t need a silly costume to draw eyes. This year, however, she’d managed to secure tickets to MADAME ROSMERTA’S MURDER MYSTERY DINNER – originally intended for just she and Bill, she’d soon after invited RIEL, wanting to make sure her sibling was doing something rather than simply spending time alone.

She often worried about Riel – it was something she had always done, consciously or not. Perhaps it was something that came with being the older sibling ( she noticed BILL, too, constantly fretted over his younger siblings ), or the substantial age gap between the DELACOURS, but it was difficult for Fleur to feel completely at ease without knowing that Riel, too, was safe and happy. She worried that her sibling didn’t seem to have many friends outside of Fleur’s own circle, and that, since arriving in ENGLAND, hadn’t seemed particularly inclined to change this. So, she’d invited Riel along both to ensure that they weren’t simply sitting home alone for the holiday, and to, MAYBE, get them to venture out of their shell the tiniest bit.

Perhaps she should have considered that it would be somewhat AWKWARD for her younger sibling to tag along as the proverbial THIRD WHEEL to her and Bill’s evening – but Fleur had figured that, at a party like this, it wouldn’t feel strange. “You are just here as a guest, same as anyone else, no?” The words may have sounded UNCONVINCING to Fleur’s own ears, but she has a knack for swaying others to her point of view quite effortlessly. “And it’s not the grown-up table,” She says, scrunching her nose, “You make me sound so old.”

#– with. riel delacour #– where. three broomsticks #nox.event019

ᴡʜᴏ : fleur delacour-weasley & bill weasley ( @brkenvisage ) ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ : madam rosmerta’s murder mystery dinner ᴡʜᴇɴ : october 31, 2021 – halloween

HALLOWEEN had never been Fleur’s FAVOURITE holiday – usually, she wound up working a shift at ST MUNGO’S while everyone else was out enjoying the festivities, and, eventually, turning up in her emergency department with revelry-related injuries that she would need to tend to. THIS YEAR, however, she’d managed to secure a handful of tickets to MADAM ROSMERTA’S MURDER MYSTERY PARTY – something, she was quite pleased to find out upon arrival, had sold out months ago. Fleur had all but ENSURED she wouldn’t be rostered on for this holiday – a few STERN WORDS to the healer manager about her already solidified plans were enough to see her name fail to appear on the roster again until November 2nd.

SO, instead of dressed in her healer uniform and rushing about in a busy emergency department, she found herself enjoying a rather stunning three-course meal with her husband on her arm. She KNOWS for the duration of the meal she should be following the script that has been given to them – but she can’t help shuffling a little closer to BILL and muttering to him JUST loud enough to be audible – “Mon dieu, when do you think they will tell us who it is?” She chuckles, before gesturing in the direction of one of their fellow dinner guests, “My money is on him, what do you think? Very suspicious.”

#– with. bill weasley #– where. three broomsticks #nox.event019

magdalenegraves:

where : pumpkin carving table near pumpkin patch status : open ( @startertms )

if she could rate her muggle pumpkin carving skills out of ten, she would give it a solid two and a half. “love how they’re giving us knives to do this in muggle fashion.” she turned to the person that was closest to her, “however, i don’t think i could trust everyone here to hold such a sharp weapon.” if someone was going to attack unsuspecting attendees, magdalene assumed that they would use their wand, but knife attacks could go inconspicuous. “how’s your pumpkin looking so far?”

Fleur had been given an HOURLONG BREAK from the blood drive to do whatever she pleased – and decided to spend the time exploring some of the other attractions that the AUTUMNFEST had to offer, settling on the pumpkin carving table as a simple enough task to try and have a little bit of fun before she had to go back to work ( plus, she figured she would at least get a nice DECORATION out of it to bring back to SHELL COTTAGE and put on display during the halloween season ). “Très mal,” Fleur says, shaking her head as she spins the pumpkin around and sees it looking more like a massacre than the face she had been attempting. “I had thought it would be easy – I have seen children doing this, after all.”

#– with. magdalene graves #– where. appleby #nox.event018

sqviidboy:

for someone who used to be a regular blood donor, dennis wasn’t in any hurry to donate. truth be told, he hadn’t been able to bring himself to donate since the attack. he chalked it up to being tired of medical equipment, but now he was starting to think that it was something more. still, he hovered outside of the tent, his hand tightly gripping the flap while his feet remained pointed in the opposite direction. he’d gone in sooner or later.

that’s when fleur spoke to him, and feeling as if he didn’t have much of a choice- dennis stepped into the tent. “uh yeah,” he nodded, gently biting on his lip, “you wouldn’t happen to have any juice, would you? i need usually need a little more sugar when i donate,” he laughed.

“We have juice, oui.” Fleur chuckles, looking Dennis up and down. She could immediately tell he was NERVOUS ( she’d become quite used to picking up on people’s anxieties – many people tended to be a little more jumpy when they visited ST MUNGO’S, and she’d had a few people this afternoon alone expressing their fears to her, whether they were about blood or needles or a combination of the two ). Truthfully, she’d not been particularly fond of either of these things before becoming a healer – actually, she still wasn’t fond of them, but Fleur had needed to quickly learn to stomach them during her training or else risk being left behind, and failure was something she feared above any tangible threats. “You have donated before, I take it, then? So you know how this all works?”

#– with. dennis creevey #– where. appleby #nox.event018 #blood mention cw #needle mention cw

toujovrspurs:

none of this was exactly ideal. narcissa adored the chance at a photo op, but the cameras had moved off some time ago to capture more of the festival. she worked hard to bolster the publics opinion of her family by thoughtfully completed good deeds, but she just didn’t see the long term pros of giving blood. frankly, there weren’t any. but she had already completed the paperwork, and she had a kind of appreciation for the cause ( in fact, she’d received a blood transfusion after draco’s birth ) and all in all : it didn’t seem like the end of the world. she couldn’t foresee it taking any longer than a few minutes, though the moment she realises that fleur delacour is to be her personal healer through this journey, narcissa realises that those ‘few minutes’ could perhaps take quite a while. “we can… forgo the cookie-” she says, tersely, already starting the process of rolling up one of her sleeves - maybe she is getting a bit ahead of herself, but the sooner they can get this over with, the better, “i hope you understand. i’d rather get this over and done.”

“Very well, Madame Malfoy,” Fleur nods, smile stretched a LITTLE THINNER as she notices who it is, exactly, that had wandered into her tent. PERSONALLY, Fleur has no qualm with the MALFOY FAMILY, but she’d heard and seen enough to know that they didn’t seem to be the kind of people she would willingly associate with. It was sometimes easy for people to forget that Fleur was no PUREBLOOD – and that those to whom pureblood elitism was appealing were unlikely to have a very high opinion of her veela heritage ( something Fleur herself had once struggled with – but something which was, and always would be, intrinsically tied to her identity ). “Please, take a seat here. I do have to insist you eat something afterwards, though. We have had a few people fainting this afternoon.”

#– with. narcissa malfoy #– where. appleby #nox.event018 #blood mention cw

dolors:

there’s got to be some kind of twisted irony , about their assignment to the blood drive of all things . ( astoria doesn’t think they mistook the strange twist of a mouth and the double take done when they’d shown up at the tent . ) their illness is EASY to deal with most days , but when fleur turns with that 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑖𝑐 smile and those kind words it tips them off the edge . sharp incisors sink into the flesh of their inner cheek as they will themselves to stay / running as far away as possible is APPEALING , but they’re not getting paid for that .

“ erm , not quite . i don’t , uh . i don’t think they’d let me . ” their smile is sheepish , self - effacing and only a little ashamed when they edge closer to fleur . “ i’m just taking over for the last welcome wix , y’know — - giving people their 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚜 , all that . just wanted to , erm , check in , see how you were going . ”

“Oh,” Fleur responds, curiosity at the younger wix’s words etched into her features, though a sense of politeness stopping her from prodding any further. She realised now she recognised them from ST MUNGO’S, a familiar face that was all too often neglected at the front entrance – Fleur, too, had worked as a WELCOME WIX, for a time – while she studied to be a healer and needed a little extra income, though she didn’t remember the experience particularly fondly, people could be kind and rude in equal measure when walking through the doors of the hospital, and the first faces they saw often bore the brunt of whatever emotion they happened to be feeling at the time.

“Merci,” She says with a smile, “We have been busy, definitely. Which has been good – I don’t think people can say non to a free cookie or candy bar.” Fleur would say that every donor they’d had was doing it purely out of altruism, but she wasn’t so misguided as to believe that was the case. “My name is Fleur,” She says, extending a hand, “I am sure we must have met, but I have so much trouble with names, sometimes.”

#– with. astoria greengrass #– where. appleby #nox.event018

hvllcwedground:

❝ 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞 to miss out on free cookies , ❞ eulalia jokes , pasting on that winsome smile she wore at all the events like these . it helped , somewhat , that eulalia had no fear of needles and actually knew the young woman in front of her . ❝ lovely to see you again , madame delacour . or - ❞ she wracked her brain , thinking of what she knew of what happened to the fierce young competitor she had known during that disastrous attempt at the triwizard tournament . ❝ should i say madame weasley ? ❞

she approached the seat , aware of both the cameras and her auror shadows hovering just within her peripheral . ❝ i can’t say i ever expected you to go into the medical field . ❞ she remarks lightly , making conversation , building upon the connections she once had . ❝ it suits you , i think . ❞

“Bonjour, Madame Karkaroff.” Fleur says with a smile, nodding politely. It was sometimes STRANGE to think back to the first time she’d met Eulalia – the TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT had originally intended to be a point of pride for Fleur, but she found, looking back, it was associated with decidedly few happy memories ( it had felt like one failure after another, topped off with an unspeakable tragedy which still haunted her to this day ), but the kindness that Eulalia had shown her during this time was still something that stood out – something she’d sorely needed, even if she would never had admitted it. “Oui,” She says, “Madame Delacour-Weasley, now,” She smiled, unable to help the beam of joy that seemed to radiate whenever her marriage was mentioned.

Eyes flicker momentarily to the cameras and aurors that follow Madame Karkaroff like a shadow – she supposed this all came part and parcel with her role, but Fleur found them somewhat unsettling ( the feeling of being watched was one she was used to, but still not one she particularly enjoyed ), opting instead to focus on the woman in front of her, doing her best to ignore them. “Neither would I,” Fleur says, shaking her head – at the time she’d met Eulalia, Fleur had dreamt of becoming an auror, or a famous duellist – but fighting was never her strong suit, no matter how much she wanted to will it to be, “Now I cannot imagine myself doing something different.” She chuckles, fixing up one of the chairs that had been set up for the donors and gesturing for Eulalia to sit down, “Please, take a seat.”

#– with. eulalia karkaroff #– where. appleby #nox.event018

martha--strout:

Martha stood there with one earphone in, Taylor Swift singing in her ear, watching the red viscous substance flow through the line attached at the syringe, fascinated. Her sister had been a healer as had several other family members, but she’d never had the stomach for it. Or rather, her charm work had always been far more important to her than anything else. Everything, even something as simple as a blood drive, reminded her of Judith; she wondered silently if that would ever cease or if she was cursed from here on out.

A voice broke her from her morbid thoughts, one she recognized as Fleur Delacour, and she hastily took her earphone out of her ear, pocketing in its case quickly before pocketing it. She loved music - it was the only thing that really got her through her day anymore. She listened to several artists - both magical and non-magical - and adored pop, indie, alternative rock as the muggles called it. Still, she wasn’t rude and so she removed the prized earphone before taking a few steps forward.

“I’m here to donate blood,” she nodded, already rolling up one of her sleeves. She wished that she could work up a smile for the girl but she felt too down to do so today. Maybe she would be surprised by Fleur’s company and could work up one later but right now the expression she wore on her face was one of barely contained sorrow.

Fleur immediately recognised the young woman who had entered the tent as MARTHA STROUT, lips pursing at the site of her. She couldn’t say she’d known JUDITH particularly well, but they had worked together for several years, and she’d been shocked at the news of her disappearance and death. It had been a blow for all of the healers, really, to lose one of their own in such a brutal manner, but she knew that whatever loss Fleur was experiencing would be negligible compared to the despair that Martha must have had to endure.

Fleur had never lost a sibling – she’d come close, with the death of FRED some years ago, but, even then, she was a step removed from true sibling, and while she’d grieved, she’d known her pain was minute compared to that of her husband and his family. She only had one sibling to speak of – and the thought of anything happening to RIEL was incomprehensible to her – she’d gotten a taste of what it would be like during the Triwizard Tournament, but had no desire to ever see her sibling put in harms way like that again, let alone have to stomach the idea of NEVER seeing them again.

“Merci, Martha,” She says with a smile – her words are no softer than usual ( she doesn’t see any point in tiptoeing around people following a loss, it didn’t help them heal, it only seemed to serve as a reminder that they were supposed to be sad, that they were supposed to be grieving, and, judging by the look on Martha’s face, being reminded of her loss was the absolute last thing she needed today ). She sets out a sheet over one of the chairs and ushers the younger woman over to it, “Take a seat here. Do you know your blood type? I can check it later if you don’t.”

#– with. martha strout #– where. appleby #nox.event018

hoggleswart:

Ezekiel hadn’t meant to be drawn into conversation, let alone donating. He was simply looking to pass through unnoticed, but a man of his stature was, unfortunately for him, difficult to miss. Broad shoulders and surly aura hardly blended in with the crowd of other bustling bodies, excitedly exploring. He’s faced with a dilemma now too, because while he isn’t looking to get a needle jabbed into his arm this afternoon, he’s also already envisioning tomorrow’s headline if he doesn’t. Assistant to Minister of Magic says fuck St Mungo’s. Or something along those lines. Whatever the wording, it isn’t worth the headache. ‘ Yeah. Yeah, I guess I am. ’ He spoke, already shrugging out of his jacket. ‘ You can keep the cookie though. ’

“Merci, Monsieur Burke,” She says with a smile. Though she didn’t tend to keep as up-to-date with British Ministry politics as she perhaps should ( Fleur had always fount it rather boring and superfluous, and though she may not agree with everything the current government was doing, she also knew when it was better to bite her tongue and bide her time ), Fleur at least knew the names and faces of some of the higher-ranking members of the Ministry – simply by virtue of their notoriety. She shrugs, “Very well, but you still should eat something when it’s over, it’s for your blood sugar – we have to make sure you don’t pass out.” She chuckles, laying out a sheet over one of the chairs they’d set up for donating and gesturing towards it, “Take a seat, please.”

#– with. ezekial burke #– where. appleby #nox.event018

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ᴡʜᴏ : fleur delacour & open ( @startertms ) ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ : appleby ᴡʜᴇɴ : october 10, 2021 – spooky scary blood drive

“I’ll just need you to hold still,” Fleur chuckles, the NEEDLE in her hand precariously poised over the point of insertion. She’d been at it for most of the morning, having VOLUNTEERED to do her part and help collect donations for the BLOOD DRIVE. She knew that ST MUNGO’S would be able to make use of every donation they could get, and had every intention of donating herself once her shift was over. “There you go,” She says to her current patient as she successfully gets the needle into their arm, offering them a kind smile, “It should just take fifteen minutes or so.” Fleur explains, before turning to the newest person to peek through the entrance of the blood drive tent.

“Are you here to donate?” She asks the newcomer immediately, smiling brightly in an attempt to win them over. “It is for a good cause, and we’ll give you a free cookie once it’s all over.”

#– where. appleby #nox.event018 #needle tw #blood tw

beansidhes:

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: the three broomsticks, hogsmeade !

she’d done a little bit of barwork, before. the three broomsticks had always been a sanctuary, but rosmerta had let her live out of a room upstairs after she left hogwarts, and picking up an odd shift here & there had come with the territory. she had helped out where she could, finding solace behind the bar between the gruelling days spent at st mungo’s, and she’d picked up a few tricks of the trade. she’d never been in ros’ league - wasn’t even close now that it was two decades on - but she remembered how a tap worked, and she was only a little rusty when it came to customer service. while she was here, taking advantage of an old friends good heart ( and god was she grateful that this was still the truth ), she felt she ought to do something. “can i get you a top up, pet?” a better barmaid might’ve already done it. mary hovers on the very edge of action. “or anything else?”

“Oh, I’m okay, merci.” Normally, Fleur didn’t particularly enjoy her workplace’s FRIDAY NIGHT DRINKS, much preferring to head home after a stressful day at ST MUNGO’S to nestle into the couch with Bill and relax with nothing more than a glass of wine or two. She’d been convinced to TAG ALONG this week – only because she knew that Bill was travelling for work this weekend and wouldn’t be back until Monday, and, while SHELL COTTAGE was beautiful, it could also be terribly isolating when she was there alone. Hence, she found herself at THE THREE BROOMSTICKS, almost done with her second glass of wine and hovering by the bar while some of the younger healers engage in some sort of drinking game she’s unfamiliar with. “To think these are some of our brightest minds,” She laughs as she watches one of her colleagues nearly trip over one of the barstools, “They’ll probably regret this game in the morning.”

#– with. mary macdonald

chacswins:

“Oh, fuck. You have to be fucking kidding, motherfucker.” They don’t swear in public very often, hardly at all really. Kaz’s patience was running thin today and the line between surviving and wanting to have a breakdown in a storage closet was thin. Apparently thin enough that when their papers fell and the coffee fell not too long after, it was just enough. They finds someone just nearby to them, who unfortunately just watched. “Hello, - uh, - what spells clean up…all this?”

Even on the CALMER days, it was easy to become quickly overwhelmed when working at ST MUNGO’S. A constant stream of patients was enough to keep Fleur and her fellow healers on their feet throughout the day – barely finding time to rest while on shift. Though it could be incredibly STRESSFUL, Fleur loved the work and would never change a thing about it – most days. Today, however, was a particularly CHAOTIC day, and as she watches KAZ drop their papers followed quickly by their coffee, Fleur can’t help but let a sympathetic sigh escape her lips as she bends down to help clear the papers before the liquid can reach them. “Rough day, hm?” She chuckles lightly, before pulling out her wand and pointing it at the puddle that has formed, “Tergeo.”

#– with. kaz karkaroff #– where. st mungo's

praefcrtis:

daisy, in truth, felt most at home at functions like this. it was not a warm feeling, not the fluttery nostalgia for childhood, not the echo of something looked back fondly. instead, instead, instead it was the comfort of doing something she knew she could do well, the ease at which she could push it all away to grin and make small talk and hide just how much champagne she drank at these. and that’s where she found herself on this night, a flute of champagne in hand as she made her way through the crowd. “so, who has your vote for most likely to throw a flute of champagne at their date tonight?”

The question takes Fleur by SURPRISE, and she lets out an amused laugh before considering her answer. “I do not know,” She says. Although it wasn’t a proud habit – she did enjoy partaking in a little bit of PEOPLE WATCHING from time-to-time ( growing up, occasionally, she and GABRIELLE would seclude themselves to their own little table and make comments about people’s outfits, or whether or not the first dates at whatever function they were attending would garner a second – and though it sometimes bordered on harsh, they were only having fun ). “Do you see those two, over there – ” She points in the direction of a young man and woman, dancing rather awkwardly with one another, “She seems desperate to get away from him, no? My guess is a friend of the family she was guilted into taking.”

#– with. daisy dyer #– where. ministry of magic #nox.event017

chacswins:

“If I wear another pantsuit to another gala, I think my mother may actually forcefully put a dress on me one day.” Tonks was joking, of course. At least she thought so, but Andromeda did let out the occasional It wouldn’t hurt to just wear one, every time she dropped Teddy off before she went. “She doesn’t quite understand that she raised a klutz, wearing pants leads to less awkward situations.”

@delefleur

Fleur lets out a laugh at that – “Perhaps,” She says, shaking her head, “But you look magnifique, either way, so I see no reason for your mother to complain.” Truthfully, Fleur figured as long as everyone adhered to the DRESS CODE, they had every right to wear whatever they wanted – and Tonks did look beautiful, as usual. “What sort of situations has pants helped you avoid, hm?”

#– with. nymphadora tonks #– where. ministry of magic #nox.event017

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