KNIGHT TAKES ROOK

kingsley shacklebolt. auror. nineteen. he/him. pureblood. order of the phoenix. "can a man still be brave if he's afraid?" "that is the only time a man can be brave."

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hestiajone:

“I’m not surprised at all,” says Hestia, giving Kingsley a smile. “You’d make a stellar minister, I’m sure.” Kingsley being minister in the future is hardly the strangest thing she has learned, and if she thinks about it, it does make sense. Most other things do not, however. The new technology, the words people use, the way they dress — Hestia feels completely lost in 2024 ( moreso than she did in the seventies ) and doesn’t like it one bit. “Oh, I hope so too! That’d mean I’d be able to get back to my job, and I would love a bit of my old routine back. As well as my bed.”

kingsley gave hestia a rare, genuine smile; running into a friend was a nice change from the bewildered strangers he’d encountered thus far. “your apartment’s gone as well, eh?” he knew better than to think the flat he’d rented in diagon alley would still be available, but he was lucky in that ancestral homes stayed true to their name and didn’t change hands much, and his older self had apparently moved back to the shacklebolt’s estate sometime between the 70s and now. “if you need a place to stay, i’ve got a guest bedroom,” or three, “you’d be more than welcome to make use as long as you need.”

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fleurxxdelacour:

Fleur honestly could not believe this was happening. This year was already setting up to be a tough one and the blonde haired woman had thought she handled each turn with as much grace and posè as anyone. However, each curve felt like a punch to the gut and Fleur wasn’t sure how many blows her sound body and mind could handle. To make matters worse, she knew the people that had gone missing. Their poor families much have been frantic with worry, which was why she was so eagerly waiting the next Order meeting (( and why she had rarely let Gabrielle out of her sight )). They would have answers, and maybe a thought on how to put this all right again. Still, it was hard to ignore someone talking to themselves, so Fleur looked over expecting to have accidentally sat beside a weirdo, but instead he was a goodlooking young man, which instantly made her think higher of him then moments before. “I theenk zere are more important theengs to be worried about now, yes?” She knew this man, she had met this man, or at least an older version of him, “I ‘ad ‘oped this curse would miss you, Kingsley, but it seems all for not.”

“the ministry historically tends to ah, react poorly in times of crises.” kingsley gave a rueful shake of his head; if the wheels of bureaucracy turned as slowly now as they did in his time, he could be waiting a while before he could be of any use, officially. he perked up, albeit minutely, when it became clear that this woman knew him (and he certainly didn’t know her----he wasn’t the type to oogle, but he wouldn’t forget a face like hers). he cleared his throat, giving her an almost apologetic smile as he gestured to the paper, “you’re not the only one who hoped that, it seems, but here i am. and you seem to have me at a bit of a disadvantage, miss...?”

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thinkteddythink:

Teddy had been sitting near by, eyes straining to read every line on his news paper. Not because he was tired or couldn’t read the small print, no, it was the growing feeling in his gut that had was starting to regret the decision he had made. Despite what he had intended, his selfish move was proving not worth the cost. Teddy looked beside him when a man started talking, and although he looked incredibly familiar, the Hufflepuff Alumni wasn’t sure if he knew them, “I’m sure right now they’ll take all the help they can get.” He responded.

kingsley hummed in agreement, “the uk being overrun with wixen would call for all hands on deck, i’d say.” folding his paper in half, he made to stand, “i’m not sure if this is redundant, but i’m kingsley. shacklebolt. unfortunately not the ministerial version, but i am a newly minted auror, so if you need anything, let me know.”

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ntheodore:

probably theodore shouldn’t have slipped out of hogwarts without permission, but the boy highly doubted that his absence would be noticed, what with the absurd amount of people in the school. he needed to be left alone - it was becoming overwhelming to be surrounded by so many strangers, so drinking some tea and eating a slice of cake away from all that madness was likely to make him feel better. or that’s what he thought until he heard a guy talking to himself next to him. it was inevitable that he’d catch onto the the other’s words and he quirked an eyebrow. “you’re kingsley shacklebolt?” theodore hummed. “pretty decent auror, back in my time, but i mean, anybody with eyes could know you were working with dumbledore.” theodore then snorted, noticing his slip. “perhaps i shouldn’t be telling you this, hm.”

“i am.” kingsley’s eyebrow raised as the boy spoke; he hadn’t really met anyone able to tell him anything about his future self; it was.... disconcerting, in a way, but also interesting. “dumbledore is the defeater of grindewald and one of the most respected wizards in the world in my time; i imagine working with him would be an honor.” he shrugged, then, “the longer we’re all stuck here, the more likely it is we find things out we ought not to; there is probably little to be done to stop it, at this point.” plus, he was sure for every person concerned with meddling with past or current events, there were those who were seeking out such information to use to their advantage. “i hope you have been able to avoid discovering any unsettling things about your own future.” he imagined, with the news that voldemort existed past his time, that there were quite a few people learning of their own fates, fates that were not as kind as his own.

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“minister. hm.” kingsley gave an almost amused snort, putting down the copy of the daily prophet he’d been handed with his coffee and danish and  betraying little of the bewilderment he felt. he felt almost guilty for the disappearance of his future self, someone people seemed to need very badly right now. in any case, he was decidedly not the minister, now, but he still wanted to do what he could to help, and he assumed that started with informing the ministry that while their kingsley shacklebolt was missing in action, he was here and ready to be of use. future or not, there was still a war to be fought, apparently. “i hope they’ll at least let me back into the auror corps, at least.” he murmurmed, mostly to himself.