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@eloisvs
it was odd to see him outside of the office, even though the atmosphere of knockturn alley was similar to that of the ministry of magic. every part of her is on edge, and seeing her boss amidst all the chaos seems to throw her off even more. she had her suspicions, fueled by the closeness in which she worked with him, but also none that she would ever dream about potentially acting on. a hand tucks a strand behind her ear as she hesitantly approaches him, purse tucked against her shoulder closely. “mr. lestrange ? i wasn’t expecting to see you here.” a lie, because knockturn alley seems like the place to be that day. still, eloise was in no place to show any disrespect to her ( sometimes very scary ) boss. “did i forget something when i went to pick up those items today ?”
@viiolentminds
heels click against the cobblestone path as she slips in between bodies, hurrying through the alley. she doesn’t know why she is rushing, or why she even bothered showing up in the first place. as someone who knew so little about the war itself, it was obviously not her place to intervene and that she realized as soon as she stepped foot in knockturn alley that afternoon. the unmistakable tension was becoming even more unsettling as she wanders down the street, the whole scene a match ready to burn at any moment. and she’s determined not to be there to witness it. until . . . she stumbles into someone, bag falling to the floor as most of its contents spill out onto the ground. “i’m sorry. wasn’t watching where i was going. my fault entirely.” hands begin to quickly usher the materials back into the bag before her eyes fall on the person next to her, their face half hidden in the shadows of the alley. “have we met before ?”
@liammackenna
evanrosie:
the streets of knockturn alley reek of smoke and anxiety, and evan is sauntering down its paths with his hands dug deep into the pockets of his robe. he eventually stops in front of an abandoned store window, his feet crossing in front of him, his back leaning against the wall. hands are still hidden away from sight. the alley is busier than usual, and he doesn’t hesitate to establish himself. make it known why he’s there, how he fits into this puzzle. so he gives a nod to the person next to him, his gaze steady, showing no signs of wavering. “seems like business is booming around here, huh?” he says, voice smooth, maintaining a certain sense of warmth, but also a cruel sort of amusement lingering right below the surface. “no, really, i’m just a concerned citizen. trying to keep some peace in this world.” at that, his lips tug upwards into an agreeable grin. after all, lies are easier sold with a smile.
she isn’t sure what she’s doing there. she has no excuse for aimlessly following the twists and turns of knockturn alley that afternoon, nothing besides the pure curiosity coursing through her veins. she looks extremely out of place, characterized by her long ponytail swinging back and forth as she walks, but eloise is just as clueless ( if not more ) as everyone else, just as in the dark. she’s about to leave when his voice cuts through her like a knife and she falters, head twisting to look at him. she should just keep walking and pretend like she never saw him, that would be the most responsible thing to do. instead, she steps closer, eyes bright and hesitant. “as we all are, mr. rosier.” a formality, one that never fails to remind her of her place. body leans against cobblestone wall, arms crossed over her chest as a smile threatens to break across features. “doing some shopping this afternoon ? didn’t realize you were into retail therapy. ” or are you just waiting like everyone else ?
it wasn’t intentional --- the way the sight of raven hair slipping in and out of the crowd made eloise stop in her tracks, course suddenly altered. it’s not like she possessed a plan anyway, allowing feet to carry her wherever they desired. the pull to rita was undeniably strong, something she couldn’t ignore no matter how hard she tries. before she realizes, she’s halfway to her friend, heart already fluttering with that same familiar feeling she always felt around rita. a hand catches another in a busy street and it tugs, pulling the woman toward her and away from the crowd. lips hesitantly curl into a smile and she holds her hand in hers a beat longer before releasing it. she just couldn’t resist. “ thought i might find you here.” not that she was purposely looking for rita or anything. eloise, of course had her own agenda to complete, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t indulge in a distraction or two along the way. “let me guess, you’re working on your next big STORY. found anything good yet ?”
@queenofquills
canismajcrs·:
the tension in the air was thick. more bodies than usual crowded the dark streets of knockturn alley. all waiting. for something, anything to happen that would cause a disturbance in the calm that existed before the inevitable storm. the former black heir was among them. head down low to keep a low profile until it was time for him to spring into action. that’d been his intention anyways. however, when he felt someone bump into his shoulder, the male was quick to turn with narrowed eyes. “ oi, watch it, “ he snapped. an uncommon lash of anger over the simple interaction. one that was perhaps brought on by the tension that built up around him.
eloise greengrass , the girl who is completely uninvolved and UNINTERESTED in the war , is led by the whispers at work to knockturn alley that afternoon . her curiosity is the most fatal instrument she possessed , guiding her every move as she slinks through the corners of the _ crowded _ street . she hardly notices when her body collides with another , almost considers leaving it and moving on , but she just can’t HELP herself . “ you watch it .” her words drip with venom in response , until wide eyes meeting a darker , more familiar pair . “ oh , it’s you .” she falters , arms crossing over chest . “ i’d ask what you’re doing here but i think i already know the answer to that.”
middlesground·:
work in the beast division is not quite as busy as that of an auror in their current climate, but never does a day go buy that emma’s sat idly by. it just so happened that she’d just finished a job — there had been a shop in hogsmeade that a particularly nasty ghoul decidedly took residence within. the second she finished the task at hand and sorted everything out with the owner, her sights were set on hog’s head inn. firewisky in hand, eyes fall on a familiar face among the masses. curiosity killed the cat, which absentmindedly led her to them. stopping just short of their table, she clears her throat to catch their attention, an uncharacteristically sweet smile following. “hate to trouble you, but do you mind if i sit here?” a quick gesture to the rest of the place is made before carrying on. “my other choices for company are… tragic, at best.”
the hog’s head wasn’t exactly a place known for peace and quiet , but it was a good place to sneak off to when the ministry became a little TOO much . the atmosphere is comforting for some reason , especially in the little nook she managed to snag for herself that day . she’s so focused on her work that she hardly notices emma approaching , eyes shooting up to greet her . “ not at all . please , join me . “ gesturing to the open seat with her hand , beckoning the spread of work documents and folders to tuck themselves back in her bag with a few simple swishes of her wand . one hand wraps itself around her drink , the other rests on her palm with a smile . “ not a fan of creepy old men ? i’ve come here so much they basically know not to bother me if they don’t want to get hexed . kind of amusing , really .”
yesmissrileyjames·:
“Agh!” Riley’s head shot up from the table as it was shaken. She couldn’t tell if it was by someone sitting down or shaking it, but it didn’t matter. “Can’t you let a poor nurse sleep? In a public place? At…eleven-thirty in the morning?” The witch sighed and finally sat up, peeling a piece of hair that had stuck to her face. “My tea’s probably cold now…”
“ oh ! didn’t see you there .” brows furrow in confusion as she peers at the other woman curiously , arms crossing over her chest . she’s only there for a minor checkup , but after leaving work a little too excitedly , she seems to be a BIT early with plenty of time to kill . “ what are you doing sleeping on a table ? aren’t there plenty of beds to sleep on in this place ?”
ofalvces·:
for a split second her expression falters, shocked. but then she’s back to her normal self, wide eyed and beaming as she gazes down at her baby. “uh huh, this is neville.” she shifts her sleeping son ever so slightly, allowing her OLD friend to get a closer look. eloise greengrass was the last person she expected to see that morning, in fact, she was the last person she expected to see in general. all the times they spent pretending they didn’t see each other at the ministry eventually faded into a mutual agreement to avoid each other at all costs, which wasn’t very hard to do these days. to be honest, alice wasn’t sure if she’d ever see her again. until now. “i know how you feel about babies so i won’t ask if you want to hold him, but you don’t have to stand so far away either. he’s not going to reach out and bite you.”
“ neville , huh ? that’s . . . unique .” judgement threatens to coat her expression , but she purses her lips instead , maintaining her best neutral face . it definitely wouldn’t have been her first choice , but it wasn’t her place to say anymore . feet shuffle forward at alice’s request , fingers tucking a strand of hair behind her ear . the TENSION in the air was hard to ignore , but eloise figures it’s better to ignore it rather than address it , like they often did . she won’t try to be someone she isn’t , just for the sake of old times . “ you know , he’s actually kinda cute .” however her tone indicates that it was more of a surprise than a compliment . but , she can’t say she didn’t try . “ i could maybe hold him . . . if you’re okay with that .”
queenofquills·:
@eloisvs
she fishes the quill out from behind her ear, a concentrated look on her face as ink hits paper. “ so….. “ she says, voice soft, melodic. a somewhat shy smile appears on cherry painted lips, and focus shifts from parchment paper to eloise. they’re at her friend’s place, and this interview feels different than most — bit more personal. which is weird, because rita has certainly interviewed her friends before ( with varying degrees of… success ). maybe it’s because she hasn’t whipped out her quick quotes quill yet. or maybe… it’s something else. “ let’s see… “ she says, fingers flipping quickly through her notes on the greengrass family, her other hand adjusting her glasses carefully. “ this feels a bit odd, doesn’t it? “ there’s a slight pause, and her smile widens, becoming a little sharper around the edges, more firm. she’s slipping into her element. “ how do you feel about mounting the task of carrying on the greengrass legacy? nervous? excited? “
eloise has always been curious about rita’s job , mainly because of the talk that always seemed to surround it . so when she hears about the new feature in witch weekly , she’s absolutely thrilled . not only would she get another peek into rita’s world , but she would get to spend more time with her as well , even if it might be a little awkward at first . “ a bit , yeah . but i’ve always wondered when i’d be lucky enough to get interviewed by you .” chin rests on her open palm as her eyes rest on her friend , gaze full of curiosity . now , she was beginning to understand . “ it’s a big responsibility and an even greater honor . . . but i’m excited . sure , it’s a little scary but i’m ready for it .” she ensures her tone is light and full of excitement , something she’d rehearsed with her mother over the past few days . while her parents were concerned about her making a fool of the family in the press , eloise was more concerned about making a fool of herself in front of rita . priorities .
kierafawley·:
kiera was not a party person — but she knew her place. she knew how to sew on the perfect smile, how to lace together the right words, and as much as she longed to be home with her husband, she knew she couldn’t leave. tristan had promised he would follow as soon as he could, but for now she had to fend for herself ( ALONE ). twisting a glass of champagne through her fingers, she wandered aimlessly through the crowds of perfectly dressed purebloods, offering polite words of greeting or soft smiles and nods when it was deemed appropriate. she only came to a stop once the lightly bubbled liquid had been finished, placing the glass on a passing tray and smiling as best she could at the small group she was now facing. ❛ i’m sure we are all having a lovely evening? ❜ she greeted, carefully avoiding the topic of lists for the time being.
eloise wasn’t exactly thrilled when mr. and mrs. greengrass had volunteered their daughter to attend the pureblood event that evening . they claimed that they were concerned for her image , as her number of appearances was seriously lacking compared to the other children in their social circle . so t here she was , bored out of her god damn mind , wishing she was anywhere but here . thankfully , she knew how to converse with the crowd , had her whole spiel ( even approved by her mother ! ) prepared if the conversation ever shifted to her . but explaining her current situation over and over again was only so stimulating . she was just about to sneak off to the bathroom when kiera arrives , the same fake smile plastered across her lips once more . “of course . how are you this evening , mrs . fawley ? is your husband here as well ?”
mckinnon townhouse 1978 | marlene & eloise & tessa
marlene mckinnon.
tessa crouch.
“can i soundproof your rooms and the kitchen?” she replies blandly. quirking lips revealing the humor beneath her words. it was practical, really. someone was going to end up fucking in the kitchen. hearing eloise’s easy acceptance, her eyes closed in thought. tessa rarely leaped, always considered first. thinking through drawbacks - the potential for fights and passive aggression and the stolen clothes. weighed with the coursing gratitude that marlene and eloise could stand to live with her. not that she would ever express her thanks. heaving a dramatic sigh - mind made up too quickly (she’s not even sure they’d accept no as an answer) - tessa gently shoves away marlene’s feet and stands. “i suppose we should get some champagne to celebrate then?”
smile upon rose tinted lips grow, ever blossoming from the words of beloved friends telling her they want to move into the big townhouse. the loneliness of the corridors and four different floors finally going to be filled with friends and laughter, and S A F E T Y. because even if the midst of war and with blood flowing in her veins making her practically royalty marlene never felt safe these days. restless sleeps when she was forced to spend evenings alone and the deafening loneliness felt when the realisation that former hogwarts friends were not people she could talk to anymore ( except, dorcas ). not with the war on her doorstep, at least. ❝ to be fair, tess, you should probably soundproof your own room because we all know i am not really good with keeping it to the bedroom ❞ a jest, a smile and laughter soon following as feet are shoved from tessa’s lap as the girl stands up. quickly catching up on the suggestion and hand waving towards winestand in a cabinet only a few steps away in the same room. ❝ YES, i think a 1958 would be perfect for this occasion! ❞ wand picked up from the floor next to the sofa as she summons champagne flutes from another cabinet. nodding for tessa to grab the champagne. head turning to eloise as she directs the glasses towards her. ❝ it’s decided then. the mckinnon house will be inhabited by the unholy trinity. ❞
no matter where they were , the three girls always seemed to find their way back to each other . maybe that’s what eloise loves the most about them , the magnetic pull the trio seems to have . heart is racing , excitement nearly unable to be contained . there was no hesitation , no reluctance or questioning because these were the people she’d been with since the earliest of days , the two girls she would do absolutely anything for . it really was a dream come true . eloise never had a way with words , preferring to demonstrate affection through physical language --- the linking of arms in a public space , the resting of her head on a shoulder or lying as they were now , tangled in one another . it brought her more comfort than anything , knowing they were as close as they were . and now , she could feel that comfort all the time , thanks to marlene’s invitation . it seemed only right to celebrate . once glasses had been filled , she raises her own towards her friends , smile forming across rose tinted lips. “to US . and all the memories we will make in this next adventure.”
canismajcrs:
“ it was inevitable to happen, love. many people can’t resist my charms for too long. they all fall–eventually. “ he responded with a wink. his tone of voice, of course, showing that he was kidding. mostly. it was no secret that sirius had an inflated opinion of himself which included just how easily men and women fell for him. the man then gives a bit of a wince at her words. dramatically, he places his hand to his chest in response. “ wow.. that was a rough one. that actually might’ve stung a bit, “ he responded. he then gave her a look, “ bartending is a perfectly noble profession, i have you know. “ sirius gave a laugh in response to her next words and his head nodded along in agreement. he then added, “ i don’t work for the ministry, but getting to see their decisions play out is enough to make me drink. “ the light-heartedness that seemed to exist between them in this moment was honestly refreshing. it allowed him to get his mind off of the risk of being tied to the woman that eloise just happened to live with.
“ merlin , you would blame it on your charm . can’t say i’ve never heard that one before . ” eyes roll dramatically , though her expression says otherwise . she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t fallen for it at least once in her life . a long , long , LONG time ago. “ hate to be the one to break it to you but the truth hurts . don’t think your irresistible charm can protect you from everything now .” nails tap against her glass absentmindedly , chin resting against palm as she peers at him . “ and you wonder why i’m in here nearly every night . ” her meetings often ended with a drink or two by herself ( or with whoever she managed to find that night ) before she trudged back home and repeated the routine the next day . it was exhausting , really . “ i don’t know about noble but you might be onto something by being a bartender , though . i bet you get to hear all sorts of gossip every night . that must be entertaining , at least . “ a dream come true for eloise . her parents , not so much .
crouchtessa:
she chuckled, tracking eloise’s eye candy. luckily the two girls had drastically different taste in men. the same could not be said for either of them and marlene. gods, they really needed a diagram. “scandalous, dramatic, and invasive. my three favorite things.” she rolled her eyes. “you can have your politician, and i’ll help the two of you sneak off to coat closets at parties. like the good friend i am.” her feet carried her backwards to the exit, forcing others to dodge her as they walked. “at the three broomsticks we can see your lovely ex-fiancee, so i’ll pass. somewhere muggle. i’ll pay for any drinks you can’t get us for free.” she smirked, waiting for her roommate to follow. their conversations always a touch easier, a step more in tune, for the growth they experienced together at hogwarts.
“ exactly the kind of men i’m attracted to . i still can’t tell if it’s a blessing or a curse .” with the way her love life was going these days , it seems more like a curse . one that she embraced with open arms nonetheless . “ ah , good . that’s exactly what i keep you around for . good to know i can count on you when it really comes down to it , tess . ” she’s teasing , linking an arm through tessa’s as they walked , more to avoid the unwanted wandering gaze of other ministry employees but also for the feeling of comfort it brought her . “ isn’t that such a shame ? i really do enjoy that place but sometimes it’s just too awkward for even me to bear . ” a light shoulder shrug is all she can manage , pushing the thought away quickly as they stroll . “ but can save your money , babe . i’ll get us free drinks for the entire evening , just wait . ”
queenofquills:
gaze briefly diverts to her feet, and a quick hand brushes a strand of hair behind her ear. she bites back a grin, instead going for a more subtle smile, and her eyes widen ever so slightly at the sound of eloise’s voice. “ what a pity, “ she replies, but her tone tells a different story. palms of her hands rest carefully against her friend’s desk, leaning her weight against the wooden surface. some sort of relief washes over her when eloise speaks next — and it almost shows on her features. her mask is slipping, around her. “ oh ! i thought it’d be something like that. i’ve met mr lestrange a couple times. i know what he’s like,” she says, talking a little bit faster than what’s strictly normal. weight is shifted between her feet, and she leans herself a little more forward, hands still placed on the desk. “ really? “ she asks, and her heart beats a little faster in her chest, fluttering furiously against her rib cage. she’s not entirely sure as to why. “technically, i don’t think i ever clock out. but leaving these documents with mr lestrange was the last thing on my agenda for tonight ….” she trails off. not entirely sure why she feels so nervous. she’s just about to propose drinks with a friend. because that’s all they are. friends. that’s what they’ve agreed to. friends with certain benefits — she can live with that. she has to. “so… do you want to get out of here?”
she can’t help but tilt her head to meet rita’s gaze , completely captivated . smile lifts ever so slightly at her words , head bobbing in a nod . “ yeah , so i just try to avoid that at all costs . ” meaning she arrives early enough to get the coffee ready , even if means she has to get there at the crack of dawn . or leave rita earlier than she wants to . “ always . i don’t think i can stand one more minute here .” as if on cue , perfectly manicured hands slide the file into one of the desk drawers along with the roll of notes she’d just finished . she’s sure to make sure it’s locked securely before she rises ( doesn’t want to be the source of any trouble tomorrow ) , fishing her purse out from underneath her desk . and before she knows it she's standing on the other side , next to rita , ready to take on the evening . together . a hand brushes against her arm briefly . “ do you want to go to our usual place ? i reckon our table is waiting for us . ” our place , our table maybe eloise was getting ahead of herself , but the words slipped off her tongue so easily , so readily . it was becoming a bit of a habit , one that she didn’t mind one bit .
— › CLOSED STARTER : @peacvck
“ well , it looks like you’ve been busy .” words tumble from her lips as she makes herself comfortable on the couch , legs crossing over one another . eyes sweep across the malfoy residence , decorated with the same luxury they’d always grown up with but also now with the subtle remnants of a child . maybe she’s hyper aware or just too stuck in the PAST , but eloise couldn’t help but feel like they were still growing up way too fast . or maybe . . . she just wasn’t growing up enough . the thought quickly falls from her head as she turns to face him , smiling . “ i swear it’s been ages since i’ve seen you last . ” a week at most , probably . but she wasn’t in the business of counting nor was she willing to outright say she missed him either . “ was beginning to think you were ignoring all my owls . wouldn’t be the first time , huh ? ” she’s teasing , eyebrows raising as gazes falls on the man who was practically her brother .
ofalvces:
it’s early morning but alice is wide awake, strolling along the empty corridors of st mungos. the woman is physically exhausted, worn out from all the events of the past few days, but she’s never felt more CONTENT in her whole life. she’s completely mesmerized by the sleeping bundle cradled in her arms, so much that she hardly notices when she is joined by another as she rounds the corner, glancing at the familiar face with bright eyes. “oh, hi ! good morning.” she coos, voice barely above a whisper as if to avoid waking the sleeping child nestled in her embrace. it’s almost impossible to tear her gaze away from her son ( afraid she might miss something important if she did ) but she eventually manages, offering nothing short of a beam. “what are you doing here so early ?”
she’s surprised to see alice , body nearly colliding with hers as she turns the corner . hands smooth over her blouse , restoring it to its perfect STATE before answering the question . “ had to pick up something before work .” a hangover remedy , most likely . even though it’s been years since she’s last spoken to alice for more than ten minutes , things seem to fall back into the place so easily . until eyes shift to the sleeping baby in her arms and suddenly . . . she remembers . it reminds her of how different their worlds were now , how quickly things HAD changed all those years ago . “ oh . is that … ? wow , uh congrats , al . he’s gorgeous . ” the nickname rolls off her tongue before she can stop it , flashing a half - hearted apologetic smile .