fire me with daring

flora carrow. 21. slytherin alumn. the carrow company.

[quiteverbose-blog]

You say you want to be king - so when I burn your kingdom down, I’ll make sure you’re still chained to the throne.

‘this queen is not a pawn in your arsenal’(d.s.)

[blackgirlsvevo]

me, violently beating back my emotions with a broom: for the last time i said shut the FUCK up

[gabriellexdelacour]

location; Hog’s Head

Gabi needed assistance. She wasn’t too proud to admit to that. Even though she’d been in the country almost a year now, she still wasn’t that great with British names and faces. They all sort of blended together in her mind. Her coworkers and her friends, those she knew. Her family she’d always known. Everyone else? It was iffy.

Which made hunting down Not-Draco-Malfoy and dropping spiders down his shirt rather difficult. What was she supposed to, just find the ponciest places in Britain and hang around until he showed up? No thanks. She needed a plan.

“Eez there a directory, of wix in zis country?” She asked, staring down at a map from her seat. “Or like, an address book?”

–

[floraxcarrow]

There was something nostalgic about the Hog’s Head, harkening back to Hogsmeade weekends, even if she was scarcely able to legally drink before graduation. Of course, Flora could drink now. Had been drinking, in fact, a few empty whiskey glasses in front of her, along with the notes she was reviewing. The alcohol made them a little more tolerable. 

Looking up at a somewhat out of place accent, Flora tilted her head to the side and considered the witch in front of her. Folding her portfolio closed, she turned to the other woman. “British wixen are a private bunch,” Flora said. “The Ministry has records but they’re not available to the public,” she explained. Eyeing the witch curiously, Flora asked, “Who are you looking for? You seem... determined.” 

[thoughtnott]

location: obscurus’ books

status: open

It was as if no time at all had passed. He couldn’t even be sure he had left the country. If not for the cold welcome he had received at his flat, he would say no one had even noticed he had been gone. That would have been preferable to being on the end of one of Draco’s poor moods. Sometimes Theo wondered if keeping his friendship with Draco, one of his last remaining ones left, was even worth it, but the thought of being utterly forgotten about did border on maudlin. At least the many events and parties he had tried to make himself suffer through on Daphne’s account were over. One friendship he could do. Two? Not in the slightest.

The chimes of the doors broke Theo from his thoughts and the feigned show of looking over the inventory books. Seeing just exactly how well Mr. Worme could cope without him was heartwarming. He wasn’t going to be out of a job just yet. “Obscurus’. Nothing is too obscure for us to have.” His mouth didn’t manage the smile he had been instructed upon to include with the shop’s new greeting. Not that his quiet and dry tone had made the sentence very much of a welcomed hello by any means. 

[floraxcarrow]

Flora didn’t have the same fervor for books that was typical of a Ravenclaw, but the possibility of getting some new law and policy books was always something to look forward to. After a particularly tedious meeting with a wizard old enough to be her grandfather (who made it clear he’d rather be her daddy), she was buying herself a new book or three as a reward for not strangling herself or him. Flora was still faintly worked up as she pushed open the door to Obscurus’, a little harder than she ordinarily might. 

“You look as though you’d rather choke than say that,” Flora commented, walking up to the counter. Normally she’d give a distant nod to shop employees and move on, but Theodore Nott was a common figure growing up, both in society and at Hogwarts, and she could do worse for company. 

[wadeavery]

location: st. mungo’s status: open!

there was a different attitude in his step at work as he resumed, not being there for a week. he was happy to be back as it was his job but he also was excited about his future in a way he hadn’t been before. the future included susan now and her saying yes to him cast a different light into his life. since she stepped in, she was indeed a light and had changed a lot about him. by being gone a week, there were a few things he had missed like certain patients and their needs. it took almost the first morning shift to get it all down but by afternoon, he was running through the patients and room like he had before with focus and patience. 

when he reached another room after doing five already before in the same hour, he didn’t look up from his clipboard and sheet. “name and reason for coming in today?” he asked, the words slipping from his mouth easily as if practiced. 

[floraxcarrow]

St. Mungo’s was not one of Flora’s favorite places. The almost oppressively antiseptic smell, the plethora of wixen each with a myriad of problems, the way time seems to run slower than a Streeler; no, Flora did not care for St. Mungo’s. But though she had few of them, Flora did care for her friends in her own way. So when she couldn’t get in contact with Wade despite their normally regular conversations, she merely grimaced at the thought of St. Mungo’s before determinedly making her way to the hospital. 

“Flora Carrow,” she said placidly, while staring pointedly at Wade. “Officially, I’m here for a migraine cure. Unofficially, you haven’t been answering your floo.” 

[irenerosier]

@floraxcarrow​

It had been a while since Irene had entertained inside of her home. She was used to attending benefits outside of her home, but it had been a while since she’d played host. After the failure of the last mission, Irene had decided to dedicate herself (once again) to the cause. She wanted to be more personal with the members of the group that she was helping to lead. If she knew whom the weak links were, she’d be able to weed them out easier. Wade Avery, of course, was weak, but there wasn’t much she could do about it. She wasn’t sure about Flora, as she hadn’t made a decision yet, but that was why she’d invited the girl over for wine. 

The blonde poured two glasses and sat in the sitting room as she waited for Flora. When the girl entered, she smiled and held one of the glasses out to her. “Flora. It’s so lovely to see you,” Irene greeted her with a smile. Warmer than what she usually wore within the meetings. “Are you alright?” 

[floraxcarrow]

It had been odd to receive Irene Rosier’s invitation. Given their different ages and careers, they hadn’t interacted much beyond polite small talk at pureblood gatherings. She supposed that had all changed with the Redeemers. Flora was quiet but observant, noticing the increasing role Irene seemed to play the more the Blackwoods blundered. She would need to step carefully, especially without Hestia there to act as a buffer. 

Flora took the glass Irene held out to her, eyeing the deep red wine with pleasure. Either the other witch had similar tastes, or she had done her research. “Irene. Thank you for the invitation, I was pleasantly surprised to receive it,” she returned with a smile of her own. “I’m doing quite well. And yourself?”  

[franklongbottom-fm]

Anthony was taking Walter on a walk. Or at least, he was trying to take Walter on a walk. He’d heard about people walking cats and found the whole thing hilarious. Plus Luna had made him the cutest little sparkle collar and everyone needed to see it. 

Walter had thus far gone exactly five steps away from Lu’s shop and now they were stuck as he stared avidly at a bug on the sidewalk. They’d been here for ten minutes. Merlin he was glad he didn’t work today.

“Sorry, we’re not in the way are we? I can’t really move, you’ll have to go around us.”

–

[floraxcarrow]

Flora walked briskly down the street, never really one to stop and smell the roses. Her personal potions stores were getting low and she had carved out some time in her day to stop by an apothecary. It was a nice enough break, Flora supposed, if only for her own peace of mind that she would continue to have headache cures and burn salve when she needed them. 

Magical markets were typically full of people Flora knew, but as she rounded the corner and nearly ran into Anthony Goldstein, she was a little thrown by the harnessed cat who he held on a leash. Was this a new trend? Catching the gleam of the cat’s sparkly collar, Flora decided to attribute it to aggressive pet parenting. The more you learn about your New Order contact, she thought to herself sarcastically. 

Still, an organic meeting like this was a prime opportunity to pass along a piece of information she’d overheard from a business associate, without having to plan out something above reproach from either side of the conflict. “Hello, Mr. Goldstein,” Flora greeted him. She quirked an eyebrow at him. “You’re being walked by your cat.” 

[hannahjaneabbott]

where: the leaky cauldron  status: open to all !

When Hannah left Hogwarts, she had dreams of being a healer. However, she didn’t have the confidence to go along with it. She had the debts left to her after her mother’s death and chose to go into work instead of training. The job that she secured at the Leaky Cauldron was purely by chance. The innkeeper took one look at her, more than likely took pity upon her, and immediately gave her the job as a barmaiden. It was a learning curve at first. The patrons of the Leaky Cauldron liked things a certain way and it took her a little while to learn that. Now, a couple of years later, Hannah was still on the job, but she excelled at what she did. 

“Evening,” Hannah greeted the latest person who had sat down at the bar with a smile. “What can I get for you?” 

[floraxcarrow]

Flora walked out of the conference room of her last meeting feeling tired but distantly pleased by everything she’d managed to wrangle from the other party without them realizing. For all that working for her family’s business wasn’t what she dreamed of doing, she’d learned to do it well. At the very least, Flora had a success to report back to her father. 

She didn’t feel like going home yet, though. Rather than take advantage of the business center’s floo, she elected to walk along Diagon. There were various cafes and restaurants along the alley, but Flora wanted a drink from somewhere where she wasn’t likely to run into a business contact or an associate of her father’s. She spotted the aging sign to the Leaky Cauldron and something about the relative anonymity of the old, dark bar called to her. 

Dodging around a pack of drunk wizards, Flora snagged a seat at the bar, crossing her legs and brushing her hair over her shoulder. She let out a quiet breath, relaxing as much as she ever could in public. Looking up at the bartender when spoken to, Flora put on a polite smile, eyes dancing along the bottles on the shelf for anything that sounded good. “Good evening,” she said. “Could I request a Vesper martini?” 

[flawlessbeautyqueens]