wandering souls;

[hcalingherbs]

𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒-𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎, 𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 @morsmordrcrp . 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐:

𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐝 (🇱​​🇮​​🇱​​🇾​ ​🇨​​🇴​​🇱​​🇱​​🇮​​🇳​​🇸​) ✦ 22 ⭑ Healer at St. Mungo's ⭑ Order of the Phoenix ⭑ Muggleborn ✦ Threads ⭑ Mirror ⭑ Headcanon ⭑ About ⭑ Aesthetic ✦ Wanted & Current Connections 𝐇𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 (🇦​​🇳​​🇾​​🇦​ ​🇨​​🇭​​🇦​​🇱​​🇴​​🇹​​🇷​​🇦​) ✦ 28 ⭑ Auror (DoMLE - Ministry of Magic) ⭑ Order of the Phoenix ⭑ Pureblood ✦ Threads ⭑ Mirror ⭑ Headcanon ⭑ About ⭑ Aesthetic ✦ Wanted & Current Connections 𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 (🇨​​🇭​​🇱​​🇴​​🇪​ ​🇧​​🇪​​🇳​​🇳​​🇪​​🇹​) ✦ 28 ⭑ Curse-breaker & Owner of Arcana Obscura ⭑ Death Eaters ⭑ Pureblood ✦ Threads ⭑ Mirror ⭑ Headcanon ⭑ About ⭑ Aesthetic ✦ Wanted & Current Connections 𝐄𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 (​🇪​​🇸​​🇹​​🇪​​🇷​ ​🇪​​🇽​​🇵​ó​🇸​​🇮​​🇹​​🇴​) ✦ 24 ⭑ Seamstress & designer at Madam Malkins ⭑ Neutral ⭑ Pureblood ✦ Threads ⭑ Mirror ⭑ Headcanon ⭑ About ⭑ Aesthetic ✦ Wanted & Current Connections

[adriannctt]

Where: ministry

Who: open.

The Ministry corridors had grown quieter in recent months. Conversations were shorter, smiles less sincere, and every closed office door seemed to invite speculation. It was disquieting, but even with the change work was even more relentless than ever.

With a quick adjustment. Adrian shifted his hold on the stack of files beneath one arm. His expression remained carefully neutral, betraying nothing of the exhaustion settling behind his eyes.

Hearing the footsteps edging towards him, his name called out by the other, he stopped midstep && had to swallow back a sigh, before plastering his usual polite blankness on his face. Giving away little, he had become a master in the art.

"Can I help you?" he asked, his tone measured and unfailingly polite.

[hcalingherbs]

A change in the air, the atmosphere shifting as though pushed in the physical sense. If anything, while some hovered away Hestia Jones found herself working more, working harder to dispel the unease she felt in her bones, with every waking moment. An auror that did not know when to stop, or pause. Pushing, at every opportunity with the same intensity as the change that had settled in the air.

"You just might." It wasn't in her nature to be calling after people, yet the when the one in front of her, now at normal distance moved past, given his position within the ministry, a chance had been grasped. "I was rather hoping to receive some advice." A serious demeanor that only shifted once the sentence had been brought to its completion.

The witch sighed. "That aside, there are some forms I could use a signature on." After all, aurors could not just waltz about unchecked. In some cases, to her detriment. "I am willing to offer a cup of tea in exchange." - @adriannctt

[hcalingherbs]

@its-remuslupin | mary's cottage

It should have been something she noticed long before the knocking on the door, long before the other had stumbled into her little cottage but recent weeks had turned life into a chaotic mess. Strings of guilt settled themselves among the worries and concern Mary had begun to wade through the very moment she'd pulled Remus inside as carefully as she could, her mouth open in shock before that healer training kicked in.

"Spare room, I'll be there in a moment." Mechanical, almost. If not for the warmth in her eyes, the careful touch of her hands as she motioned for him to find a space to rest, perhaps she'd have come across as any other healer, working through yet another case. But this wasn't another case. This was one of the most important people in her life. "Here, drink this." A potion to numb at least the worst of whatever he may be feeling, enough to assess, but enough to let him breathe a little easier. "Tell me everything?" Everything that he considered in need of care.

[sumerainn]

ESTER EXPÓSITO as LILÍ GOMEZ BANDIDOS “La Leyenda de Las Tres Llaves” (2024 —)

[daisyssousa]

Chloe Bennet as Lucy Chen A Very Jonas Christmas

[simoneashley]

Anya Chalotra as Yennefer in The Witcher (2019-)

[mk-marlene]

She let out a deep exhale once she walked into the bedroom and confirmed her best friend was sitting on the bed unharmed. Relief washed over her previously tense shoulders and Marlene finally felt she could breathe at ease.

"Oh, Mare, you had me worried," the blonde admitted as she took a seat on the edge of the bed, prompting her feet up too. "Where did you spend the night? Did you get a letter too?" She asked, taking hers out of her pocket.

[hcalingherbs]

The sigh that escaped the brunette had nothing to do with the other's concerns, or her presence. In fact, if anything Mary appreciated having her friend around far more than she could put into words. "I didn't mean to worry you. I was with Amos when the letters arrived." Despite everything the mention of Amos' letter seemed too private. "Things went chaotic. I wanted to make sure he got home safe. And then I stayed there." Life had taken plenty of unexpected turns.

"I did, yes." Finally her eyes moved to look at the other. "Whatever it says in that, it's utter nonsense. You know that, right?" Despite those words, Mary herself didn't truly believe that. "Just a bunch of cruel nonsense. What does yours say?" - @mk-marlene

[dashing-diggory]

Who: @hcalingherbs (Mary) Where: Amos' House

Unsurprisingly Amos had barely slept. Between the note, the dark mark and the Minister's disappearance, a lot had happened yesterday. Mary had insisted on walking him home and really it had been a last minute decision to invite her to stay in one of the spare rooms. Initially he agreed to let her walk him home on the condition that she aparated straight back to hers after. But he wouldn't be able to live with himself if something happened to her, so he'd asked her to stay as they got to his door.

Amos was in a messier state than he would usually let other people see. Still in pajamas and his hair unbrushed. He wasn't accustumed to having a guest like this. His friends very rarely stayed at his and his flings usually left before daybreak. Not that he minded. It was just unusual. Wanting a way to stop his mind from racing, Amos found himself in the kitchen. He wouldn't call himself a great cook, but he had often hidden away in the kitchen when he was young and he had learnt a few things from the house elf there.

Amos was half way through making breakfast for them both when Mary entered the kitchen. "Sorry - did i wake you" he had tried to be quiet "I was going to keep it warm for you but i guess you can have it fresh now - there's some juices in the fridge- you're welcome to help yourself."

[hcalingherbs]

The night had been anything but a predictable flow of events and moments. From a hope to have an evening of fun, dancing an celebration, instead they had found themselves facing things that seemed so far out of the norm, yet far too much in line with recent times. Mary had felt distraught by Amos' sadness, the disappointment on his face when the letter arrived. So much so that her own had been forgotten until late at night. Especially after moving outside only to discover the dark mark.

"You didn't wake me up. If anything whatever you're making was motivating enough to get out of bed." Mary glanced at the other, her face very much a mix of concern and appreciation. There was something about the way he had cared that had her convinced that she'd been right in her estimations about him.

The witch moved around the counter, stopping closer to him yet with enough distance to let him move about. "Are you alright? After everything..." Did she truly have to put it into words? - @dashing-diggory

[sweetfridays]

♡ LILY COLLINS good morning america

[hcalingherbs]

open for everyone | her shop

Despite everything that had gone down, the letter still very much resting on her kitchen table in the flat above, Emmeline had found no reason to sit by and idle about. There was always something to do and while she cared not for the words inside, the audacity of whomever had sent those words was something the witch would have loved to check up on more than anything. Whoever was busy hiding, acting as though secrets or facts could be used to rile a person up, make them lose face, she found the idea simply childish.

And so she'd gotten herself busy in the days after, sorting her shop and putting new items on the shelves before hiding away, sorting items that had been left with her, from heirlooms to trinkets to other artifacts, curses were removed, extracted or simply altered to a dormant state. For a while she'd sat in peace and quiet, having sent her employee home when the doorbell rung, causing her to get up and move to the front. "I'm on my way. If it's a pickup, I may not be done yet." There were plenty of things that needed sorting, and curses didn't exactly come with a timer.

[didanagy]

THE WITCHER (2019-)

created by lauren schmidt hissrich

4.06 Twilight of the Wolf

[its-remuslupin]

"why, mary macdonald, you might be the best thief I've ever know," Remus commented confidently, his face brightening. even though his area of knowledge about thieves was not extensive. "i won't tell a soul, trust me." at her words, remus couldn't say that he gave any attention to the florals or decorations and he glanced over them with a different appreciation. "do i?" remus asked, grinning. "well i certainly don't feel confident, so i'm glad that isn't apparent. i tried to dress for the part, but didn't have anything else that says 'i'd rather wear nothing than be stuffed into a tight suit robe set so i can do parlor trick conversations with people i don't know or care about.' sadly, this was the best i could do. now, should we dance? perhaps we should get out alibies straight in case they ask where we went."

[hcalingherbs]

"We both know that's not true, but I'll take it." Mary shook her head in amusement. Now, cat burglar or plant thief certainly wasn't on her list of activities nor had it made the short list of jobs she could see herself doing, but perhaps it would come in handy one day. A nod followed. "Let's dance."

Though the words that follow caused her to laugh. "If anyone asks what we've done we'll simply make claims of the oldest excuse in the book. We're young, I'm sure there are at least a few people hidden throughout the property that are snogging somewhere. There you go. It does the trick, and people are usually to awkward to ask." So long as it wouldn't be used around Amos. Not that it was a date. It wasn't but the idea of him hearing that when she'd attended with him seemed almost cruel. Thoughtfully put aside. Mary held out her hand. - @its-remuslupin

[mk-marlene]

who: open to all where: hogsmeade

The curfew was pointless, it got the Ministry nowhere closer to finding where the Minister was or who had taken him, and it only fuelled crime. She didn’t agree with it but she wasn’t given a choice either, she worked for the Ministry after all and was supposed to help keep the order. “Hey,” Marlene called out as she made her last run down Hogsmeade and spotted someone on the other side of the street. “Curfew’s starting soon, you should be heading home if you don’t want to be taken in for questioning.”

[hcalingherbs]

Letters scattered about, faces haunted by whatever was written in them, a minister that had gone missing in ways the witch felt too unexplained to consider realistic and her own words echoed back at her. Or some form of them, glaring up from the parchment. Pride wasn't something the auror had ever allowed herself, not even as she walked around Hogsmeade, checking in on things.

Marlene's voice caused her to whirl around, wind blowing heavily. "Nothing to worry about, McKinnon. I was just checking the area." Much like the other had, clearly. - @mk-marlene

[dashing-diggory]

Mary's words surprised him but he wasn't sure why. Her positivity and kindness were a good part of why he enjoyed her company. Amos was not an optimist. He was just good at pretending he was. He wasn't sure he'd class himself as a pessimist, more of a realist. He was thankful that she didn't ask him for any more context. The issue was that Amos felt like she didn't really know him. He had no doubt she believed what she had told him. But she didn't know all of him. She didn't understand that at some point he would ultimately disappoint her. He also did have things to prove, He needed to prove he could do something useful in this world. Be somebody who's legacy mattered. Not something that he could say right now.

"Thank you" the words were quiet, but he meant them. She had tried to help. Even if she wouldn't be able to understand why that was impossible. "Can we" he cleared his throat, trying to get more of a grip on himself "do you mind if we just go walk around the gardens for a while?" He knew he couldn't go back to only being charming, quick witted Amos in her eyes, but he could find a compromise perhaps.

@hcalingherbs

[hcalingherbs]

There was something heartbreaking about watching Amos, usually so very confident and sure of himself, turn into this version of himself that carried sadness and walked in despair. If Mary could have done so, without another word she'd have taken it away simply because it was the type of person the healer was, always had been. And if she had anything to say, likely never wouldn't be. "Alright. We can go for a walk. Whatever works best for you." With a soft, caring smile she stuffed her own letter into her purse, moved to give him a quick hug only to link their arms and march toward one of the grand doors.

"Did you know they have the most remarkable greenhouse? Plants you've likely never even seen." Now she was just chatting, talking as they made their way outside before growing more quiet, simply letting the other be comforted by the presence of another. Or what she hoped would be comforting. To her his letter had been utter nonsense. - @dashing-diggory

[mk-marlene]

who: @hcalingherbs where: mary's flat

After everything that went down at the gala, Marlene had accompanied Remus home and made sure he was okay before apparating to Mary's flat. She didn't feel comfortable sleeping alone that night and didn't want her friend to be on her own either, hence why she'd decided to check up on her. However, she was met by an empty flat, the healer nowhere to be found. The blonde tried to stay awake, wait for Mary to come back, but she was tired and had drunk more than she should've, dozing off pretty quickly.

The sunlight bothered her, rubbing her eyes as she awoke to a fully lit living room, hearing a sound in the distance. It took a moment for her to take in her surroundings and remember the night before. Worry stricken, Marlene rushed off the couch and into the main bedroom as she called out, "Mare? Is that you?"

[hcalingherbs]

It was rare for anyone to find Mary in thoughts, deep and hidden away as she sat on her bed. Not long ago she'd gotten home, somehow having stayed at Amos, for reasons she couldn't explain. The letter, his letter had caused more worries in her than anything else and for the moment her own had been forgotten only for the witch to remember it, in the middle of the night. The words that met her were harsh, cruel and cold. That wasn't what hurt, though. No, it was the truth that stuck to the cruel undertones. Which scars could she truly heal. What good could she do with her ever-lasting cheer.

When finally she'd made her way home and noticed Marlene sleeping, peacefully from what it seemed, Mary had simply left her there. Allowing another to rest, perhaps she could at least do that. "It's me. Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. You were sleeping so peacefully." And just like that, she at least tried to push that smile onto her face. - @mk-marlene

[lvdobagmans]

who: @hcalingherbs where: ludo's flat

He’d crumpled up his letter and left it with a waiter before finding Estelle, yet the words were burned in his memory. The wizard decided not to dwell on it, he knew his worth and he wasn’t about to waste a perfectly good night just because someone had decided to write him a letter out of pure jealousy. He’d offered his date to leave the gala, go to his place and have a couple of drinks there, pleased that she’d agreed.

Once he’d apparated them at his flat, Ludo got rid of his suit jacket and took the cuffs off his sleeves and rolled them upwards. “You really do look beautiful tonight,” he offered in compliment as his gaze settled upon the pretty witch standing in his living room. “What would you like to drink, darling?”

[hcalingherbs]

The letter had been delivered, the contents read and that ever so familiar mask put on. If there was something no one could claim it was that Estelle lacked the ability to appear calm. A crisis manager on the outside, while chaos churned on the inside like molten lava rushing down a mountain. The words had stung, had caused her that tine slip in which she'd glanced around the room before stashing it away.

And with it every thought. "Whatever you think is fun." The witch glanced up at him, the soft smile edged onto her face to replace to worry underneath. "What would you pick to celebrate such a night?" - @lvdobagmans

[missfortescue]

Alice practically floated through the halls of Burke Manor with a quiet enthusiasm. Between her brutal work schedule and her duties with the Order, a high-society event, the kind she usually wouldn't be caught dead at, suddenly sounded like the perfect late-evening escape. Plus, there were free drinks. She’d have to be a fool to turn that down.

Am I completely ignoring a stack of paperwork that’s been slowly building on my desk all week? she thought. Yes. Yes, I am. But what the hell, you only live once.

Spotting a familiar face in the sea of dressed-up strangers and folks she wished were strangers turned out to be much easier than expected. Smirking, she steered herself through the crowd, sliding right up to her friend’s side. "Funny seeing you here," she joked.

[hcalingherbs]

Eyes had been dancing across the festivities, those moving about looking at art and those who crowded the dance floor. In between she'd spotted a rather short wizard desperately trying to reach one of the trays. Who could blame her, with how often she found herself piled underneath work, to grant herself some reprieve in the form of a very unlucky person.

"I take it you've also taken the chance to leave behind the deskwork?" And the investigations, the trailing, the fighting and whatever else was on their list of duties. Hestia's face lit up at the sound of that voice, the similarities in work ethic clearly making this an even more special day.

She turned toward Alice. "Are you enjoying yourself? Should make the most of this." - @missfortescue