Scars are healing

Imogen Travers. 24. 

[imogentravers]

where: The Leaky Cauldron

status: open to all

When she first found out who the Redeemer she had attacked and inadvertedly killed was, she was shocked, to put it lightly. Imogen had been unaware of her father’s whereabouts since the second wizarding war, believing-hoping him to be dead. His allegiance to the Redeemers wasn’t as surprising when she thought about it, he had always been on the wrong side. A blood purist with no sense of a conscience. Being the last surviving member of the Travers line, she had been informed that all his assets were left to her when the estate manager read out his will. Wonderful. More blood money she didn’t know what to do with, like the money she had been awarded after her family had been slaughtered by the vampires. As if money could fill the hole in her heart. It was ridiculous really. The man had also handed her a letter, written by her father and addressed to her. Sitting in a corner of the Leaky Cauldron, tucked away from everyone she opened the letter and began to read, tears falling the more she had read. ‘When your mother married that blood traitor, that halfblood, I took it upon myself to rid the world of them.’ and ‘I instructed the vampires to keep you alive, my child...’ Too engrossed in what she was reading she did not notice someone trying to get her attention until they called her name. “What do you want?” 

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Imogen and Padma moodboard

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Imogen and Remus moodboard

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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?”

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Imogen recognised Gabrielle as Fleur Delacour’s younger sister so she went over to sit with her, smile on her lips. She’d known her since the Triwizard tournament. A time that still brought pain to her when she thought of it. They’d lost Cedric. His death preceded the ones of her family but it hurt just as much. He had been like a brother to her and Voldemort had killed him. It was why she chose to become an Unspeakable. To actively do something.

“Hey. You look like you’re intent on finding someone. Describe them to me, maybe I know who you’re looking for.”

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padpetal​:

“Well if we look on the bright side of things, he’s better than Marcus,” Padma scoffed. She didn’t have much experience with the Avery brothers but on the outside, they at least seemed to be decent people if not for the fact that they might be Redeemers. “See now that is worse. You should have called me immediately. We both know I have the time to floo there immediately.” She gave a weak smile to her friend. “It’s okay to still have lingering resentment, like you said he hurt you and hurt doesn’t go away easily.”

“He didn’t cheat on me, so I’ll give him that one. I think anyone’s better than Marcus.” She pointed out with a shrug, her tone matter of fact. Roman and her had their differences and certainly their views hadn’t aligned on everything, but she didn’t harbor ill feelings. They’d.both moved on. “Believe me, I’ve learnt my lesson. No more going to the pub by myself.” She chuckled, shaking her head. All she knew then was that she couldn’t be alone in her apartment, so she floo’d to the pub without much thinking. “I wish I didn’t feel anything for him.”

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padpetal​:

It had felt like forever since she’d had a night out with Imogen, mostly because since they saw each other at work all the time Padma often forgot that they never hung out outside of work. So she’d asked her friend out to drinks, partly just to hang out and partly because she knew this was a sensitive time of the year for her. “Which ones?” Padma grimaced. Probably the bad ones, that’s why she was cursed though Padma chose to remain hopeful. “It couldn’t have been that bad could it?”

“Well there was Roman at the hospital. I am aware his brother works there, but I managed to avoid running into him when I get all my tests done until now, so not sure what I did for this to happen.” Things had been awkward, but not as awkward as running into Marcus had been. That was significantly worse. “Then I wanted to get a drink at the Leaky Cauldron and Marcus was there sitting right at the entry steps. I know I shouldn’t care, but part of me is still really angry at him. He broke my heart after all.” The mental image of her coming back from a work trip to find him at a party with a stranger’s tongue down his throat was still ingrained into her mind. 

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Christmas time used to be her favorite time of the year, but nowadays it just tended to serve as a reminder of what she had lost. It was the most difficult time of the year for her and Padma being one of her best friends knew that, so she had dragged her out to go get drinks at the Christmas market. The theory was that she would be surrounded with so many people she’d have less time to wallow. They hadn’t hung out one on one in a while so Imogen decided to catch her up on what happened recently. “Don’t laugh at me, but I think I’m cursed. I keep running into my exes.” 

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wadeavery​:

location: diagon alley, the leaky cauldron status: open to all

It was the holiday season and Wade could care less about the other attractions in Diagon Alley in comparison to the competition at the Leaky Cauldron for the butterbeer competition. There was a long line of contenders and he had given it all once it was his turn. It had been a blur of drinks and in nearly half an hour, he was sitting outside in the fresh air trying to catch his breath as well as his balance. There were many people and the more people he saw go inside, the more he felt questionable about his placement. At least the warmth of the alcohol was enough to bare against the winter chill that he could still feel through the warming charm he had on himself. 

Wade ran a hand through his hair as he waited outside, noticing the line getting longer and longer. “You ought to fuck off and not even give it a try,” he commented to someone waiting in line, his words slightly coherent. “It’s stiff competition and I saw a man swallow the whole pint in two seconds. Unless you want to be inebriated for the entire day, I suggest you try your hand at the robe raffle.”

Imogen raised an eyebrow at the clearly inebriated state Wade Avery was in. He came from inside the pub so he’d clearly taken part in the drinking contest. So to tell her now not to do it was a bit ironic. She scoffed, crossing her arms. “You do realise telling me I can’t do it, makes me want to try even more? Spite is a great motivator.” She thought he would know better than to underestimate her. “The Raffle is mere luck, this drinking contest tests skill. I want to see if I can do it. Scratch that, I know I can.” 

Maybe this wasn’t the best idea she had ever had, but once she made her mind up it was difficult to change it. Imogen would do it, she wasn’t the type to back down from a challenge or give up and bail at the last minute. “You’re welcome to stay and watch me crush you and everyone before you.”

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romanavery​:

Roman liked to keep track on his brother, for many reasons. It was the job of the older brother, especially in pureblood families, to keep tabs on what all members were doing, and since the Averys currently only consisted of himself, Wade, and Octavia, it was fairly easy to figure out where people were. Except today, apparently. He’d wanted to have lunch with his brother. But some mediwitch told him that he’d have to wait for Wade to be ready, which was ridiculous, how busy could he be? Roman didn’t want to have to come back. Though his frustration clearly hadn’t done him any favours as the mediwitch had given him rather harsh directions towards the waiting chairs. Now he had a point to prove, that he would wait for his brother. 

In surveying the lobby, He’d spotted the tattoos first. He always had. They were rather striking. It only took a moment before he realised just who the tattoos belonged to, and by that point he’d been caught looking, and his ex-girlfriend was on her way over. “Imogen.” he nodded, standing up. Ever the gentleman. “Certainly not the place I’d imagined a reunion.”

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Things with Roman ended because they were too different in their beliefs. She was already part of the Order when she started dating him, having been recruited a year or two before. As the news of this group called the Redeemers came out they had a few fights about it, their goals and what their intentions were. Of course neither of them knew since it had been years ago and they hadn’t been as prominent as they were now, but it was clear to both of them that they did not share each other’s beliefs. It was little things piling up after that. They grew apart. She had to cancel plans with him last minute as she’d been recruited to complete a mission for the Order. While their relationship had been good at first, they grew apart with time.  “To be frank, I didn’t expect any reunion.” Her words weren’t said with malice, their decision to break up had been mutual. While she wouldn’t call them friends by any means, she had moved on and she didn’t doubt that he did as well. 

“What would your wife think?” She joked, trying to make light of an awkward situation. She read in the papers that he got married, a pureblood socialite of course. It made sense for him, he had always been the more traditional out of the pair of them. 

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Growing up with Cedric Diggory as your best friend meant that a lot of girls tried to befriend you just for the sake of getting closer to him. Over the years she had gotten better at spotting the signs and she knew that Cho wasn’t like that. Cedric had liked Cho for a while and knowing them both well, she thought they’d be a good match for each other. Imogen decided to take matters into her own hands and set the two of them up, the rest was history. The Triwizard tournament and it’s aftermath had been extremely difficult for Imogen, but she knew it would’ve been even harder without Cho by her side. Their friendship stayed strong over the years, having made up a little tradition to meet up around the time of Cedric’s birthday and go to his grave to visit him. Now she was just going over to Cho’s to catch up, a bottle of wine in hand as she knocked on her friend’s door. “I come bringing gifts.” 

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flintmxrcus​:

His head shook as he looked down to his feet, taking the glass into his hand, and fidgeting with it. It didn’t sting as much as he thought it would have, but only because he expected it. They didn’t end well; the timing was off, and for the one time he thought he’d be a good guy, it turned and bit him in the arse.

It was New Year’s eve; he thought that Imogen wouldn’t be coming home, at least not today. So he went to a party, just a party to meet the new year. Even then, he wasn’t in his usual mood for it, his mind away with her, focusing on the black box that was in his pocket. She knew she wasn’t going to be there, but he felt the need to take it with him. And then the girl presented herself. She was nice, but he didn’t have eyes for her. But they went outside, to talk, or so he thought, too lost to focus on what she was doing, what her aim was. Why would he have looked when he had a perfect girl for him? But still, the other leaned in and he was ready to let her down, gently, but fuck no. The universe worked against him, as it was at that moment that his Gen walked in. 

It was done from there. She wouldn’t even let him talk, listen to him. Nothing. And the moment she decided to walk out of his life - just fucking tragic. He knew that, Wade knew that, Greg knew that. It wasn’t good; it wasn’t pretty, and he found himself at the bottom. 

But here she was, right in front of him. 

He blew out the breath he didn’t know he was holding. “Come on.” He said, looking up at her. “It’s a drink. One drink, that’s all.” Marcus had no idea how to spin this. He felt as if nothing he was going to say was going to stabilize the thing between them. “I’m not asking you to marry me, or anything else. Just have a drink with me.” Oh, the irony. 

Gen. The nickname he had used only brought up old memories, memories she had tried the past year to forget. It had been incredibly difficult, everything reminding her of him, it had been months until she had been able to unpack the box of her clothes that she had brought back from his apartment. 

Not having any family left, she had the tendency to pour her all into her relationships, which could leave her heart shattered in the end. Imogen didn’t want to close off her heart though, as the pain of it breaking was a reminder that she was still alive, that she could still feel. Something she had thought impossible after her parents and siblings had been taken from her. Perhaps she hadn’t been the smartest with choosing her partners, first Roman, then Barnaby, then Marcus. None of them were perfect- she wasn’t either. Imogen preferred someone rough around the edges, she always tried to fix them. Both herself and her partners. After Barnaby she hadn’t been looking to jump into a new relationship and it had taken Marcus months of grafting to wear her down to go on a date with him. And then another, and another. They got along better than she had thought, their sense of humor similar and conversation flowing easily. By the time she had noticed her feelings for him she had already fallen hard. And it seemed like he had reciprocated her feelings. Of course she had noticed the many women looking at him while they were out together but she had never paid much attention to it. Maybe she should’ve. Her trust in him had been misplaced, he cheated on her. 

While she had the habit of trying to fix her boyfriends, she did not stick around when a glaring red flag stared into her eyes. Imogen wasn’t a very forgiving or understanding person. Fool her once and you were done. There was no second chance. 

Her instincts were telling her to say no, to apparate away and just have a drink by herself at her apartment, but her feet were stuck, her body was still reacting to him when it shouldn’t. She couldn’t bring herself to walk away. One drink. One drink and then she would leave. “You might as well bring me a bottle of firewhiskey. I’ll need to be drunk to have a drink with you.” 

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Growing up she had been good friends with Tonks as their mothers before them had been friends. Tonks was four years older than her, but Imogen and her had always gotten along, getting even closer after Imogen joined the Order. She’d lost so many people throughout her life that she thought it important to stay close to the ones she still had. Remus had been sort of a mentor to her after the vampire attack, helping her deal with what she was going through. This was something she was incredibly grateful to him for. Imogen had always loved children, incredibly excited when her mother had told her she was going to be a big sister. Visiting Remus and Teddy was something she often found herself doing when she missed her siblings or Tonks. Spending time with Teddy could always calm her down. Knocking on the door, she waited for Remus to answer. 

“I know you told me not go overboard with Christmas gifts for Teddy... but there is a small chance that I didn’t listen.” Which may not be too obvious now as she had done an extension charm on the bag she brought the gifts in, but she had bought about five different toys. Just so he’d have a choice of what he wanted to play with. And she also got him a new coat and a matching hat and scarf, because it was winter and technically it could be classified as not being a gift.

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flintmxrcus​:

Marcus didn’t even need to look up to know who it was. He could have picket out her voice from the crowds. It was still fresh in his mind, even though he had not seen her for a damn long time. For the first time, he’d been lost for words, not daring to pick up his head. It was fucking stupid, what was done was done. He should at least be man enough to move out of the way. But he didn’t want to see it that way either. It was a battle in his head, one between doing to the right thing and one which was still undefined. 

He chose to pick up his drink, downing the remainder of it, and flicked the cigarette bud away from the both of them. “Hey, Gen.” He said, using the nickname he used to call her. This time, his eyes finally met hers. And damn, did he fuck up. After everything she had been through, after everything. One thing Marcus was certain of, was that he didn’t want her to leave. But saying something as empty as ‘how you been?’ seemed empty, insincere. 

“I’m pretty set on being here for a good while.” The words finally left his mouth. “It’s pretty full there, won’t be any place.” It was true, there was hardly any place to breathe as it was crowded before the holidays. As always. “I-…” His fingers ran through his hair, as the first time in a while he felt self-conscious. ”Why don’t I get you a drink?” 

“Don’t call me that..”  At the use of the nickname he’d used for her she winced inwardly, swallowing. It reminded her of another time, when things were good between them. She had been happy with him. They dated for over a year, which was one of her longest relationships. Adding in the build up to them officially dating made it even longer. She hadn’t made it easy on him, thinking he had just been chasing her because she turned him down when they first met. Imogen had thought she judged him prematurely, but clearly, she’d been right from the start. She let her guard down around him and he’d broken her heart. 

Imogen had been hesitant in dating since, not wanting to get hurt like that again. She remembered when she came and picked up her stuff from his place, a box of his things in her hand as she hadn’t wanted him to come back to hers. It was about a month after they broke up as she hadn’t felt strong enough to see him before then. Marcus had tried to get her back, practically begging for her forgiveness but she had not said one word to him, refusing to look at him as she collected her things. Which had been more than what she thought, she hadn’t realised it until then. 

“I’d rather stand inside of there than spending any more of my time with you.” The words were harsh, but to say that she forgave him would’ve been a lie. Imogen wasn’t the type to forgive and forget someone that has wronged her. “I’m good. I don’t want anything from you.”

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flintmxrcus​:

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Maybe it was the conversation with Wade; maybe it was because the new year had been approaching, but Marcus was suddenly lost in thought, reminiscing about this time last year. How different things had been, how different thing could have turned out if it wasn’t for a stupid mistake. Not even from his side, but then again, some of the blame was on him too. He could no longer deny it, not after a year had passed, giving him time to think. 

Of course, he acted out, trying to forget in the best way possible. Losing himself in anyone else, getting himself back to the persona he was before her. Not that he lost it when he was with her. It was simply… Different. 

He was outside the three broomsticks now, sitting on one of the steps on the corner of it, nursing a drink as he smoked a cigarette after a cigarette. He wasn’t sure for how long he’d already been there, frankly; it didn’t really matter. Somehow, he thought when he approached this mark.. He’d have forgotten. But there he was, less than a month till New Year, and he felt as shit as he had back then. 

“Not really in a mood for a chat.” He said, feeling a presence besides him. “Might as well bugger off.”   

She wasn’t sure what it was about this week but not only had she run into Roman in St. Mungos now she was faced with Marcus at the Three Broomsticks. Next thing she knew she’d run into Barnaby Lee as well. It was like the ghosts of Christmas past, she remembered the tale her Step-father told them often, it being her little brother’s favorite. Christmas time always made her melancholic and she did her best not to be in England this time of the year. There were always missions that required people from her department to travel and research and during this time of year she was always the first volunteer. This year due to all the Redeemer attacks she had been told to stay in England. At least last year she had someone to spend the days leading up to Christmas and the new year with, now she was alone, which didn’t help easing the loneliness she felt. 

Which is why she had come to the Three Broomsticks in the first place, she didn’t fancy sitting alone with her thoughts in her apartment. The only company she had there was her owl. So seeing Marcus sitting on the steps, blocking her way she couldn’t help but be irritated immediately, memories of him kissing someone else at New Years when she came back early to surprise him burned into her mind. 

“Charming.” She scoffed, shaking her head. “You’re in my way, so I’ll bugger off, as soon as you move.” 

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ginnyxweasleys​:

Ginny had still been debating whether to sit down, but the other woman’s comments had sealed the deal. “Honestly? Do it.” She replied, taking the seat. “You’d look cool as shit, and old ladies would be so afraid of you, they wouldn’t say anything.”

“I don’t get it. Imagine getting so offended over something that doesn’t affect you in the slightest.” Ginny frowned. “I’ve just got the one, so I don’t think anyone cares too much, but I’ve got a good few piercings, so I suppose I understand, to a degree. Every time I see my Great Aunt Marge she accuses me of turning my body into a pin-cushion. It’s quite funny, actually.”

“The thought of having them be afraid of me does sound more appealing than it probably should.” Imogen admitted with a chuckle, the mental image of the old ladies leaving her alone did seem like a dream come true, if she was being honest. The headaches in her life would become significantly less frequent. 

“I don’t get it either. I think they have this idea of ‘what a woman should look like’ in their head and if someone dares to step out of the box they have created in their minds they lash out.” There was a lot of traditionalism rooted in it as well, as they have been taught to dress and behave a certain way. Her mother always said Imogen could express herself with how she presented herself to the outside world. “A pin cushion? That’s one I’ve never heard before. It is pretty funny.”