Wandering Souls

[fcrox]

dependent mumu for lumosfm, written by eliza (she/her, 33);; featuring the following:

𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬;; 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧, 𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐫, 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐱 ↳ about • threads • headcanons • wanted connections 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐲;; 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫, 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 ↳ about • threads • headcanons • wanted connections 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐭;; 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲, 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐟-𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐱 ↳ about • threads • headcanons • wanted connections 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫;; 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐦 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧'𝐬, 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 ↳ about • threads • headcanons • wanted connections 𝐚𝐦𝐲𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰;; 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧, 𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 ↳ about • threads • headcanons • wanted connections 𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫;; 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭/𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 ↳ about • threads • headcanons • wanted connections

[alectocarrowx]

Alecto narrowed her eyes at her dear brother, sitting across from her, and gave a small snort. "I would take that a compliment, but I am your only sister." Eyes glancing down at her stomach at the feel of push against the palm of her hand resting on top of it.

The witch was disappointed when Amycus spoke that there was nothing new happening in his life. She was expecting some type of gossip to appease her, but it was not going to come. "Have you heard anything from those that visit your shop?"

[fcrox]

The smirk turned into a chuckle that echoed from the walls. “They come to my shop to browse, not to leave me with gossip, Alecto.” Amycus found amusement in his sister’s need for gossip. “If you wanted gossip, perhaps I should open a tavern?” The wizard wasn’t remotely considering the possibility, but he had to admit that an establishment like that certainly offered more of what the other seemed to be craving.

“It is time you get back out there.” Whenever she was ready, either way. “You’ll see, the world hasn’t changed all that much.” Sadly, in some cases and all the better for it in others. Amycus liked things as they were, there being a certain comfort in living his life as he always had. “Whenever you’re ready, I suppose.” - @alectocarrowx

[clydexavery]

Clyde decided he liked this woman on principle. She looked familiar in that distant way that meant they must’ve been in school together. It made him wish he’d paid more attention to other people. Maybe he would’ve been able to recall her name.

“Thank you.” He said sincerely, picking up Bonnie to put her on his shoulder. She promptly tried to burrow into his shirt. “I’ve always had ferrets. The smell is awful, but they’re worth it. She knows over ten tricks, and her name. She even knows my brother’s name, though I don’t think he’d appreciate it if he knew.”

[fcrox]

Beatrice gave a nod. “Some things are worth the nastier sides of life.” A shrug. “Besides, there are plenty of smelly things people praise, and those things are all worth it.” Smelly cheese, flowers, plenty of things. The witch observed the ferret for a moment before she actually looked at the wizard in front of her with a smile. “That’s some dedication.” She could only imagine how long it had taken to train a creature as agile.

“Who is your brother?” It was curiosity, of course. Beatrice wasn’t going to deny herself that if she were to end up striking up conversation with someone she only knew from Hogwarts, faintly at that. Beatrice glanced over at the ferret, still amazed by the little creature. Only when she was secure on his shoulder did she look back at him. “She seems like an adventurous little thing.” A smile, soft as it may have been. - @clydexavery

[flawlessgentlemen]

charlie vickers photogtaphed for behind the blinds by jack chipper, 2024

[maurawrites]

Hannah John-Kamen as Dr. Sophie Hart in ‘SAS: Red Notice’

[taashiduncan]

phoebe dynevor for beauty secrets with vogue

[serraborgin]

status: for @fcrox (Leta) location: Madame Malkins

When she left London she'd been bored, a tad embarrassed but mostly bored. Things with Antonin ended amicably, with neither of their reputations catching strays. She felt lucky that this wasn't like the last time her relationship imploded. Definitely less humiliating. As the season was changing she wanted to commission a new dress at Madame Malkins, plus she wanted to go and see Leta as the other woman had played a role in the internship Serra had. While working at a shop didn't seem appealing to her, designing dresses and coming up with concepts was fun and she had enjoyed it more than she thought she would've. "Leta. I wanted to inquire about your workload in the coming weeks. Is there any way you could make the dress I am working on?"

[fcrox]

There was joy within her features, a smile lighting up her eyes when she spotted the other witch. Oh, their shared history had turned into a rather wonderful little thing. The last she’d seen the other the blonde had made sure to confirm said internship. And what a joy it had been. “You’re back in London. Look at that.” Leta pointed toward the back of the shop as she motioned for the shop clerk to tend to the rest of the show room.

“Come on, tell me about that dress of yours. And about Paris. And everything else one needs to know. I’ll make sure to fit it in somehow, even if it may take a moment.” Leta Rosier felt no hostility toward the other witch. In fact, whatever games had been played by others were entirely up to them. They had walked separate paths and eventually they had become on; and the seamstress was more than happy with it. - @serraborgin

[bellatrix-lestrxnge]

'Brazenly daring' was Bellatrix Lestrange to the finest detail. She had no interest in living in the shadows, no shame in promoting her tendencies and her allegiances. Not to the point of being stupidly reckless. But to the extent that her reputation preceded her, with no solid proof of her crimes. She was impetuous but she was not an idiot.

As Hestia stood there, giving Bellatrix nothing, she tightened her grip on her wand, striding forward a few more paces as the air around her crackled with the weight of her fury.

"Don't piss me around." Her voice had dropped, a mere whisper now tossed through the air like a quietly slashing knife. It spoke more loudly than any yell. Her lips felt parched, her throat growing dry as a familiar itching found its way beneath her skin. Her fingers twitched, a few sparks involuntarily emitting from her weapon. "You are with the Order. And the Order has taken him." She didn't know Hestia's allegiance for certain. But it made no difference and she would bet her life on it being true.

There was silence. Then all quiet rage abandoned, she drew a breath and screeched,

"Where is he, Hestia Jones?"

[fcrox]

The witch found herself almost feeling bad for the other, if not for the fact that she had taken her and dragged her to the middle of nowhere to make demands. And this time Hestia didn’t feel a need to pretend. “I have never denied being with the Order.” There it was, an admittance Hestia had not seen herself make that day, least of all to Bellatrix Lestrange. “But the Order doesn’t have your cousin. Where do you think we’d be hiding him, in a closet? A broom cupboard?” Her eyebrows shot up in frustration, daring as ever a witch had been.

Her wand slipped into her hand from where it had laid tucked away, hidden from plain sight as she let those words hit her. The accusation within them wasn’t lost. “I don’t know where he is. I don’t have the slightest clue.” And if she did, the former Hufflepuff certainly wouldn’t have shared that information with the wild creature the Lestrange had turned into. “Why do you think the Order has him, hm?” Hestia Jones had never been one to lie, never would bother. In that regard she was true to what her house stood for, despite all the growing.

A frustrated sigh escaped her, tired of the constant clashing of wills. This entire war had started that way. “I’m going to let you walk away now. Go, before I’ll make it auror business.” Considering she had taken an auror within seconds of them exiting the ministry, the witch had no doubts about what she could pull. “If I find out where your cousin is then the auror department will make use of that information to solve the case, whatever it takes.” That was a more than generous offer given the circumstance Bellatrix had forced upon her. - @bellatrix-lestrxnge

[beckavery]

Beck smiled under her words, thinking that there were plenty of times he could've amended his past with a simple owl, but too many years filled the gaps of age to the point it would cheapen anything good he could've said. And taking her out like this wasn't so much to reflect on the past, but to possibly move forward. He didn't know where he stood and didn't know what he wanted, but he knew that he couldn't stop thinking about her since seeing her at the hospital, even when he tried not to. "I think our 'younger selves' would be happy we're talking at all," he said, offering a smile. Beck wasn't the best person during school, and he was probably not the first person to admit that. Beck was shaking his head and released a broken smile. "I...I didn't know what I wanted. I thought that the world would be bigger. I just went somewhere with a different set of four walls. That's when I realized I needed to change my mindset. I thought about...reaching out, but I thought you hated me."

"Do you like trying new things?" he asked almost teasingly, glancing over the menu as a distraction, but all the words blurred together in one. There was nothing to focus on, not when his mind was going in a thousand different directions and he could feel a burn underneath his skin that wasn't from the candle between them. In all the versions that his mind could go wild on when he would see Estelle, this was the one where he lacked the most wit to continue a conversation. Beck ordered the first thing he saw and handed the menu to the server without another thought, eager to get his fingers around the stem of the wine glass. "You seem like a viable asset, I'm sure they know that too, that's great to hear." And it was. He didn't know that many people who were doing what she did and it seemed to fit her perfectly. "I haven't practiced my other languages in awhile, I probably am too out of it," he confessed honestly. When the direction pinned him at the focus, he shook his head. "I thought I would be playing quidditch by now, but I like it, I like the work. It's not what I thought I would be doing... I still do some sports therapy and go to games. But I think I'm doing what I was probably meant to do. I still feel phantom pains, but not for long...it's probably normal like that." Beck's eyes glanced between her eyes and boldly dropped to her lips, causing him to raise his glass of wine to his own. For many years, there had been distance between them, but now, there was only three inches and a lot of confused feelings."Where are you living now? Do you live on your own? And your family? They're well, I hope?"

[fcrox]

Estelle’s laugh echoed, if only a little. The blonde had not intended to be that open with her emotions yet as his words flowed across the short distance, the witch couldn’t help herself. “Our younger selves would be surprised by a lot of things.” Smile as sweet as it ever had been as her mind drifted back to their Hogwarts days. They had been filled with adventure as much as the determination of people with big hopes for their future. Estelle had never thought of him any different even when he’d walked away simply because to her, he had never been anyone but the person he was then and there; a being craving to find his path in the world, with ambition soaring high above the rest, above the clouds even. Who was she to hold him back or demand his wings to be clipped? The same time the blonde could not deny that had someone reversed the roles she couldn’t exactly say her choice would have been different. They were still those people, but miles upon miles of self-discovery lay between them now. Their younger selves.

“The world is a big and complicated place. Changing the four walls doesn’t mean they are bad walls.” Estelle reached for her glass before her eyes fell on him again. “Or are you unhappy with the walls you’ve chosen?” The witch did not regret her own choices, none of them, but that didn’t mean they had all been easy. And how glad she was in that moment for an almost all too fitting change of topic. “I don’t like life to turn as stale as a baguette so, yes, I do like trying new things.” And then she leaned a little bit closer, the teasing not lost on her. Two could play that game. “Sometimes I do return to the old favorites, though. There is no harm in that, is there?” Beck had left her with hints of confusion, the way she felt comfortable around him almost dizzying. Something about it made her wonder just what she’d been doing thus far and yet no answer presented itself as she observed him.  A soft smile at his comment regarding languages. “Oh, no. Whatever will we do without your language skills.” French, it flowed nicely before a chuckle gave a way that her words were as much a tease as they could have been. “They’re doing well. Thankfully no expectations, beyond the standard set quite yet. They are rather happy with my job.” A pause. “I live in a flat in Wizard London, near Diagon Alley. Above the fountain. On my own. In Horizont Alley. Little bit of transfiguration magic and the place looks nothing like it did before.” - @beckavery

[beckavery]

Beck had pictured this more times than he would be willing to admit. So many times he thought about reaching out to her over the years and it took her coming to the hospital for him to act on those temptations. Now she was standing in front of him in a dress that fell over her like it was made for her. His eyes took her in and felt like the room dimmed around them. Even in those imaginations, he never thought about what he would say or do in those moments but he found himself moving to help her into her chair and then sat across from her. He couldn't even remember the last date he had been on besides with Pandora before that relationship felt sterile like the medicine in the hospital. Beck didn't have time to find the words to respond as his mouth was working on without referring to his mind.

"My judgment was never the best back then...especially about us," he said, sharing a portion of the overdue apology. It didn't do much that her last impression of him was probably nothing great. "I was thinking the duck or the cod. It's always on the menu but they just changed the set to something more seasonal...I've only been here a couple of times." And that felt like some truth revealed without meaning to. The restaurant was clearly made for couples on dates for an intimate dinner. He only knew of this place because of silent dinners with Pandora. This was better than most. It was a confession that he had seen others and he wondered if she had been here, how many dates she had gone on, if she was seeing anyone now. Just then, the server arrived with the bottle of wine, interrupting any other thought, and any notes on the vintage went over Beck's head. "Cheers," he said once they were back to being alone and raised his glass against hers. "So, tell me more about your job. How long have you been doing that?"

[fcrox]

Time, if there was ever proof of how much had passed it was their lives, their accomplishments and everything in between. Life, another funny word that somehow held so much more meaning depending on the angle with which one looked upon it. Estelle had lived a proper one, thus far, had experienced plenty. “I think we can both agree that our younger selves were completely different people, and your choice made sense when you made it.” The blonde looked at him as though she could find clues that he understood somewhere in his eyes. “I do not hate the choice you made. I understood it. At the time I wasn’t what was needed, and you had a whole life outside those walls. That castle wasn’t your home anymore.” And back then she’d done her very best to move on, had found herself caring again eventually before simply pushing such notions aside. Truthfully, Estelle couldn’t recall the last time she’d been on a date with someone she cared about rather than just someone she wanted to connect with, for one reason or another. More often than not it wasn’t anything more than silly dancing around a topic.

Estelle was glued to his ever word, did not dare miss a single one. And yet she understood the meaning very clearly. One look around the restaurant was enough for that. It didn’t bother her. They both had lived. Neither had been under a rock during the past few years. “Perhaps I’ll be going for the duck then. I rarely have duck. It could be a rather nice treat. Sometimes one must do the unexpected.” Words, with meaning far beyond a silly duck. This was life. And then the wine arrived with almost perfect, yet comical timing. A pause forced upon their words and thoughts until the other had walked away. Glasses that clinked as they met in the middle. His interest in her job caused the smile to widen, if only a little bit. “What more would you like to know?” A pause. “I work in the Department for International Magical Co-operation. It does pay of to be French.” She chuckled. “I translate things, for the events, international meetings, or help plan things when there is a language barrier. Due to my expertise, I occasionally assist other departments in their work with other creatures or their artifacts.” One of which had led to her meeting him in St. Mungo’s. “I am currently working my way up. Hopefully.” Her eyes left no doubt that she wanted to hear more about his life, though. “What about you? Surely there is more to tell.” St. Mungo's was quite the accomplishment. - @beckavery

[fcrox]

who: @nvrcissasm where: outside the fountain of fair fortune pub when: a sunny afternoon

It appeared the sun had finally won its battle with the cloudy sky, casting the entire area in a soft spring glow. Flowers were blooming, and for some reason everyone’s mood seemed just a little better than the last few weeks. Perhaps the gloom of winter had been stashed away for another few months at last. Rita was enjoying the sun, happy to bathe in it and for once not paying the least bit of attention to her surroundings. For once the people could walk without the witch bothering to listen to whatever idle chatter, they felt the need to broadcast to ears they never expected to listen.

Finally, she spotted the blonde the journalist had been waiting for. Not that she was a journalist in this instance, no. Just a friend glad to see another friend. “Look at you. You’re glowing. Practically. Anymore and one might actually consider you a light.” It was a compliment, given because it was deserved. Rita got up and moved toward the other, for once pulling out a chair. “Come join me? I wasn’t sure if I should order anything specific for you.”

[sorecerys]

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄    𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄    𝐂𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍    𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒    𝐇𝐄    𝐊𝐄𝐏𝐓    in    his    home    for    certain    people,    firewhiskey    for    nick,    bertie    botts    for    charity,    a    stack    or    two    of    piled    books,    some    new,    some    nicked    from    the    greengrass    library    for    severus,    but    for    estelle    he    kept    the    berry    ocky    rot,    he    certainly    wouldn’t    be    caught    with    it    on    his    own.    lined    the    pantry    cupboards,    the    tall    male    reached    until    he    found    the    bottle    he    was    in    search    for,    and    two    glasses.    he    found    at    any    time,    saying    no    to    estelle    was    not    something    he    could    do,    he    would    make    it    work.    pouring    the    glasses,    he    moved    one    in    her    direction    before    recorking    the    bottle.    “    world    domination    and    all    that    stuff.    ”    he    muses,    the    pair    leant    towards    each    other    as    they    leant    against    the    counter.    “    then    i    applaud    your    good    work,    love.    ”

[fcrox]

Estelle observed the way he moved, a sly grin on her face. If anyone knew of the antics of parents, surely Caellum would be among them. Although far more rebellious than her; a fact that had not gone by unnoticed by the blonde. It was his life; his choice and she respected him far too much to suddenly dictate how he should live said life. Her hand moved, slender fingers wrapping around the glass he’d pushed toward her. Berry ocky rot, such a peculiar drink and yet somehow one that she’d found herself liking.

So very unlike the expectations placed upon her. Her own family found the drink a bit too odd. Well, she would allow herself this little bit of imperfection, that ever-lasting crack in her porcelain perfect outer shell. “You know it. Better than most.” A soft smirk that widened as she took a sip. “I don’t mind it, but it can be much.” And this was coming from someone who adored her family. Estelle moved, mirroring him in that regard. “Oh, good work, was it?” Her eyes darted across his face, taking in his eyes. In all her time she could not recall ever having heard a false compliment reflect from those orbs. “Enough about parents.” She was done talking about what lay outside those walls. A finger moved to poke his chest. “Tell me about you. Surely your day, or week, can’t have been as boring.” Big eyes, always those big playful eyes. It was the way the witch had always been around the other. She had set him free, but there was only one person who could tame her. - @sorecerys

[beckavery]

Beck had put an embarrassingly amount of time getting ready for his date with Estelle. There was no sense in deferring to it as anything else. Sure, they were catching up but the plans were made with reservations and somewhere he was willing to fish out a hundred galleons on. But he would be willing to pay whatever amount to have ten minutes to sit across from Estelle again. Beck's life had turned upside down last time he saw Estelle. He didn't know what they would talk about but he was fine surrendering to the silence and enjoying her company. The place was highly recommended by friends from other social circles, and they knew it would be a good setting for them to reconnect. When Beck saw her enter, he felt compelled to stand from his seat. She was bewitching and the dress fit her like skin. "Yeah, hope it's good," he managed, fitting the words into his mouth. He didn't know why he seemed like he'd never been there before. The last time had been with Pandora. Once they were seated, Beck was glad he sent the owl. "You look...very nice," he said after a moment. Even from across the table, he could feel the perfume against his skin. "I ordered a white burgundy to start if that's okay."

[fcrox]

So many years had passed and still, some of it felt as familiar as it always had. Other things, so the witch suspected, she was going to learn to be familiar with along the way. Life was funny that way. In all the chaos, it was them that had bumped into each other. “As do you.” He did. A hint of amusement appeared within her eyes. Clearly, they were two individuals that did not lack curiosity, or a desire for answers. Each, if she wasn’t mistaken, hoped to find those answers. Estelle let her eyes roam, allowing herself to take him as though reading a book, one that she very much cared for. In all those years that was another thing; a book that she cared to read, to study and understand.

“No doubt it’ll be fitting. I trust your judgement.” And then something else. “Haven’t I always?” Even back then the blonde had simply accepted his choices, never doubting that whatever he would decide came with good reasons. It wasn’t meant to tease, or sound harsh. Estelle cared but it was still a fact that lingered and hovered above them. There was no hostility there, though. Absolutely none. The witch had been raised better than to hold grudges, especially when they were so pointless in this moment. “So, what do you recommend?” She could have been talking about the dining options, or something else entirely. Somehow Estelle was curious as to what he would take her question to refer to. It was nice to sit with him like that. At the end of the day, it had been a while since she’d last been on a date. And even that was a term she had yet to come to terms to, even if there was no other way to describe it. - @beckavery

[clydexavery]

where; a park whomst; open

Clyde enjoyed many different things about life, chief among them spending time with Bonnie, his pet ferret. He'd always loved ferrets; they were smart, affectionate, and amusing creatures. Great for distracting young children while their shitty parents fought in the other room. ... Not like he'd know, or anything. Bonnie wasn't his first ferret and she certainly wouldn't be his last. She was the first that truly loved taking walks however.

"Why are you gawking?" He asked as Bonnie ran circles around his feet, tangling her leash. "It's like you've never seen a ferret before."

[fcrox]

Recent events had caused the witch to find herself taking walks more often, a thought or two always playing on her mind. The world had gotten darker, her choices gone along with it. What she didn’t expect, truly, was to turn into someone with a ferret. From a short distance she’d observed, a smile playing her lips before the voice had harshly pulled her from those distracting thoughts, smile turning into something more of a serious note.

And then she found herself answering. “I have. Anyone in their right mind has.” Beatrice recalled the face; someone she’d gone to school with once upon a time. Not in the same year, no, but long enough to leave an impression. “It was a nice contrast.” Nice in comparison to the world. “And refreshingly less cliche than owls and cats.” Not that the witch minded either. - @clydexavery

[slwagatha]

They had known each other ever since they were just kids, but Rita had stood by her side all along, through the good and bad times. She'd been there to listen to Agatha rant about her dream wedding, she'd been there when her heart had been broken, she'd been there when she'd found her way back to Emir and she'd been there for the proposal. She was her very best friend, the one she knew would stand by her till the end, which was exactly the reason why she wanted her and only her to be standing beside her on her biggest day. "Oh you certainly are, would love your help and good taste." The witch exclaimed, pulling the blonde in for a tight hug. "I really do need help with my dress, I can't seem to decide what I want. It just has to be perfect."

[fcrox]

Many nights and later evenings had been spent talking about the future; their dreams. And each time the dream wedding had come up and not once did Rita doubt that her friend would one day get to celebrate the exact way that she’d always dreamt. The blonde had no doubts. At the end of the day, why would she? If anyone deserved it, it was Agatha and if anyone ever had worked hard enough towards such a goal, it had once again been Agatha. Her friend, the one Rita could openly say she believed in.

“I’ll help with it all!” A smile, soft in comparison to what one would normally see from the witch. Rita was certainly someone who knew what she wanted, or who. Agatha in her life, there was no way around it. No matter what. “You’ll have the perfect wedding. Even if I have to hex someone to assure it.” - @bsagatha

[bellatrix-lestrxnge]

Starter for: Hestia Jones @fcrox Where: outside the Ministry When: as she finishes work

Bellatrix was working her way through both Aurors and suspected Order, alike. She didn't give a shit for 'official investigative procedures'. Trust the Ministry? She couldn't think of anything more hilarious. The Auror Department was a hellhole full of fatter snakes than Slytherin's worst nightmare. If anyone was going to find Regulus, it would be her. Today was Hestia's turn. She'd waited for her to leave and followed, persuading her into a secluded corner with an innocent little Imperius before seizing her arm and apparating to more suitable surroundings. Appearing in a field, she released the curse and stood with her wand directed firmly at the other witch. Wildly reckless, she cared nothing for how this interaction would proceed, her faith blind and unshakeable, knowing she would not let Hestia leave without securing her own anonymity.

"Where's my cousin, Jones? Don't lie."

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There was a certain guilt, and anger that mixed into her shock as she stood facing the witch. How she’d let the other hex and drag her along was beyond her. An auror, trained for exactly those types of situations and yet here she stood, clearly having failed to live up to that. Then again, Hestia could not recall a single case in which someone has so brazenly dared to abduct an auror right outside the ministry, seemingly without even bothering to cover up.

And then the question hit her. “Your cousin? That’s what this is about?” Regulus Black, missing. It was the only thing spoken about within the auror office. That, and whatever case needed solving. “We are looking for him. That’s all I can tell you. That’s all I am going to tell you.” In all honesty, the witch didn’t know anything more than that. The young wizard had gone missing, vanished like he’d never existed to begin with and not a clue could be found about his whereabouts. Hestia Jones didn’t need to lie for something like that, if ever. "I'm sorry this has happened to your family, but I cannot help you." - @bellatrix-lestrxnge

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who: @sorecerys where: outside of quality quidditch supplies when: late morning

“If it isn’t the little chaos goblin.” From the moment the wizard had spotted Caellum Greengrass his face had lit up with a smirk. And where else was he to be found other than out and about, having a good time. Not that Amycus could blame him. In fact, there was a certain understanding there regarding the others needs to be free and to do what he desired. The alchemist wasn’t all that different in that regard. Did he not spend most of his day in his alchemy laboratory, tinkering and mixing, watching things go up in smoke as much as he watched it create new things.

Even the nickname was said with a lack of hate within those words. Amycus didn’t mind the younger wizard. Everyone had to find their path and while he believed in loyalty and duty and all that, he did not exactly force anyone to follow what they did not believe in. So long as they knew their place, let the world burn. “They don’t have a new broom, yet do they?” It wouldn’t be the most surprising thing. The day of watching over him were over. Caellum was his own person now, free to make the right choice and equally as many mistakes as he pleased.