life of the party

Laurel Linwood Twenty-eight Former Gryffindor Escort at Fair Faribault’s Barmaid at The Fountain of Fair Fortune

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syb-trelawney​:

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“It’s good you have that you’re all close” Syb was almost instantly jealous. As much as she held a grudge for all the lies, part of desperately wanted her mother to reach out to her. It was weird the power family held over you, had many conflicting thoughts she had about everything. Syb thought she should be happy to be rid of them, but she still craved that kind of love, her friends were amazing but it wasn’t quite the same. “I can imagine” she agreed, because what else she could say. Laurel’s question about her friends was much easier to answer “yeah my friends are amazing, i’m very lucky- we’ve been friends since Hogwarts and I sort of already know we’ll be friends for life.” She honestly didn’t know where she’d be without them.

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“It’s always been the three of us against the world,” Laurel mused, more to herself as she thought back on how lucky she was to be so close with both her sisters. Of course she had grown up closer to Maren just because Adairia had left for Hogwarts first and had started to do her own things, but she tried to keep in touch with the oldest Linwood every chance she had. And making the Fountain a family affair had helped them all grow together again just like at Linwood Lodge. Drawing herself out of her thoughts, the blonde raised her eyes back to Sybill with a smile, “Hogwarts was always a good place to find the perfect group of friends. But I’m glad to hear you and your lot were able to stick together after graduation as well.”

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keira-grey​:

Laurel probably thought that Keira was going mad from the long hours and the stress. And while it might be true, at least to some degree, it was not for the reasons most would think. 

“I’ll pass on the knitting, thanks,” she said with friendly incredulity, “My Grans’ tried to teach me but Merlin knows I’m helpless as that sort of thing.” She took another sip of her Butterbeer, letting the smooth drink glide down her throat before she set her pint down again. 

“But now that you mention it, I have been thinking about Quidditch, I mean- a little bit. Reminiscing mostly. I went to the Broom shop a few weeks back- do you remember that prat from Hogwarts? Tomas Wood?” She rolled her eyes as she thought back on the encounter. The way he’d practically followed her around the shop, pulling down high up brooms for her (even when she didn’t ask), and not leaving her with a moments peace. Just like in their school years.  “Annoyingly enough he works there now! So if we do start up a league,” she said, “you’ll have to buy my broom for me, I’ll give you the money before hand I swear- but I am not going back in that shop!” 

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Laurel shrugged her shoulders carelessly in response to Keira’s answer, “To each their own. I can’t blame you though, I’m not much into knitting either.” Taking a moment in between her words to take a sip of her drink, she waved a hand as if dismissing the very thought, “We can leave the knitting to Molly, I’m sure she’s more than happy with all the things she could create for us.” She leaned forward in her chair as the conversation turned to Quidditch and one boy in particular’s name popped up rather quickly. “I remember him but it seems I have a kinder memory of him than you did,” She teased with a quirked eyebrow, despite spending most of her Hogwarts days with Nathan and Trystan, she knew of a few of the other house players and it was very clear that Tomas Wood made himself known whether people wanted to listen or not. “No problem,” The blonde laughed as she nodded her head, “If this is something we want to do, I have no problems facing him for you. I’ll make sure he thinks I’m the only one interested in his showoff attitude.”

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amostheamazing​:

Who: @laurel-linwood​ Where: A meadow outside Amos’ family home

With things at the Ministry being chaotic and spending his spare time helping Laurel and her family sort out the fountain. It took a while before Amos was actually able to take Laurel on the date he’d promised. When he’d taken on dates through her work, they had been extravagant, no expenses spared kind of dates, so he wanted to do something a little different this time. Something to mark the change in their relationship, something more personal. After picking her up from where she was staying, Amos apparated them both to the location he had prepared. He had set out a picnic by the side of a meadow by his house, near the shade of one of the trees he used to climb as a child. He was thankful for the warmth of the summer day, glad it would be pleasant enough to sit outside for a while. “I thought it might be nice to take some time out to relax” he stated as he sat down on the cushions he’d brought, patting the ones next to him, signalling for Laurel to join him.

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The days following the ball had passed quickly, it seemed like there was so much to be done in such a short time, but Laurel was grateful for Amos’ and the rest of her friends help with the Fountain. It was up and running again, thankfully, but she knew things weren’t going to be the same. People were all on edge with the revelation of sides being introduced and with Adairia’s connection being right in the center, it was only a matter of time before people started putting two and two together to realize the Fountain had been headquarters. But with the promise of an actual date, the blonde was happy to get away from everything for a while with Amos. She was used to their dates being a surprise from when he was just a visiting client but things had changed since then, so she was rather giddy to see what he had planned when he picked her up to only whisk her away to a meadow. As her eyes adjusted to the view, traveling over the open fields before settling on the picnic set up under one of the trees. “It’s very beautiful out here,” Laurel smiled, more than happy to take the cushion next to him, “And it’s probably very much needed. For both of us.” While she didn’t know of everything going on, she had a feeling work had been just as busy for the both of them lately.

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alectocxrrow​:

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If Alecto noticed that maybe Laurel was being more cautious, she didn’t comment on it. Or, really, it was more that she didn’t actually care that much. Alecto had nothing to worry about, although she probably couldn’t do anything if anyone came after Laurel. But, they were just two pretty ladies, and Alecto was hoping nothing bad would happen. “Mmm….” She mused, a little smirk on her lips, as she hopped onto one of the bar stools. She leant forward, still smirking at the pretty lady in front of her. “Why not both?” She mused, a little shrug of her shoulders accompanying her words. “I have no where to go, and a pretty lady in front of me. Sounds like a great way to spend the afternoon to me.”

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Laurel felt her smile grow ever so slightly as she nodded her head, ready to busy herself doing what she loved. “One Starlight martini and one Candy Apple cocktail coming right up,” She replied, first turning to grab a martini glass and a pint glass and placing them on the bar counter, eyes scanning the remaining bottles for what she needed. Thankfully Adairia had decided to stock the place up with alcohol from both the Wizarding and Muggle world so she had a great variety of choices in front of her. Deciding to start with the martini the blonde grabbed a shaker and a bottle of vermouth, pouring in a couple ounces before placing the bottle back and grabbing herself one of her favorite Muggle raspberry vodka bottles and adding a couple ounces to the shaker as well. With a quick place of the cap on the shaker, Laurel charmed the bottle to shake on it’s own before turning to grab a Crown Royal bottle for the second drink and another shaker. Adding the whiskey and a bit of soda to mix in, she threw in a couple apple slices as well and charmed the second shaker to mix itself up. “Now this one is my favorite to drink,” The Veela spoke, grabbing the empty martini glass and pouring in her vermouth and vodka mix, adding a bit of edibile glitter to the drink to give it its shine. “And this one is my favorite to make.” Mostly because the contents were from the Muggle world, or at least she could make a very similar version in the muggle world as well. Pushing the martini towards Alecto, she grabbed the empty pint glass and pulled it towards a bowl of melted caramel to form across the rim of the class, then placing it some cinnamon to add a bit of flavor before taking hold of the second shaker and pouring the conents into the drink. “And you add a green apple slice for garnish,” She smiled proudly pushing the second drink forwards as well.

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SAMARA WEAVING Nine Perfect Strangers (2021)

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alectocxrrow​:

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Alecto just smiled at Laurel. This usually wasn’t somewhere she went. It wasn’t her usual thing. But, for a pretty face, she could make a difference. Before Laurel’s untimely exit from the ball, they’d been having a pretty great time. Alecto was a flirt, and thought there was nothing harmful about some harmless flirting. “Mmm……” She smirked at the girl in front of her. “Both maybed….” She murmured, glancing behind her at the drinks. To be honest, she wouldn’t mind a drink. And it would be fun to see if Laurel could make a cocktail as good as she could. She doubted it. Alecto had a great skill for cocktail making. “Make me your favourite cocktail?”

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Laurel hated that she now had different feelings regarding the ball, she had never felt so unsure about a party before and before everything had happened she did think it had been a good time. Even the small amount of time she spent flirting with Alecto had been nice but things had changed now, she felt like she had changed now. Either that or she was just way to cautious now. “Favorite cocktail?” She repeated the question as she turned towards the bar, “I think you’ll have to be more specific, are we talking about my favorite cocktail to make or my favorite cocktail to sip on?” Resting her hands on the counter as she reached the back of the bar, she quirked an eyebrow at the other woman, “Because they are both very different drinks for me.”

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syb-trelawney​:

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Syb had always been one to try to keep herself busy. Especially since everything that had happened with her family. Sybill being left alone with her thoughts for too long never led to anything good. She was just lucky that she had great friends that she could completely rely on, not everyone had that. She didn’t know if she would still be standing without their support. “Yeah- otherwise I think we’d all go a little insane” Syb replied honestly. She wondered if that was how Laurel was getting through this, distractions, of it she was the kind of person to always face things head on. “Friends help too” Syb smiled at her “and family” she added as an afterthought. Didn’t the article say she had sisters? Syb didn’t know how to feel that the idea of family had become such an abstract concept to her now.

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“Probably,” Laurel mused slightly, everything seemed to be settling and people were finally processing all that happened so emotions were all over the place. Glancing up at Sybill, she flet herself nodding, “Oh yeah friends and family definitely help. Merlin knows where I’d find myself right now without my sisters.” They had been by her side since she had first fainted, stayed the entire time she had been in Mungo’s and then they were there all together when they were building the Fountain back up. “As much as I love the support system I’ve got in my friends too, don’t get me wrong, but it’s nice to have that support when you’re home too. I’m assuming your friends have been there for you lately too?”

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lycanthropicdancer​:

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“Yeah, they were a real nasty sort, weren’t they? I still don’t entirely know what that was all about. I’d think it was some kind of joke if so many people hadn’t gotten hurt.” She frowned. “Thanks for not being weird about it, by the way. I…I knew I could trust you.” Her expression shifted into a small smile as she looked back at Laurel, one that soon fell as well. “Even if I weren’t, though, I don’t think I’d be safe,” she confided, knowing full well by this point that she wouldn’t be safe either way. She wasn’t a pureblood, which was apparently the standard for the Death Eaters now always. But she had nowhere else to go, either. It was enough stress to drive anyone mad, but here she was, just chatting Laurel up like she wasn’t living a whole ass lie.

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Laurel couldn’t help but shrug her shoulders, unfortunately she couldn’t form too much of an opinion on the matter as when everything went to shit she had been here, “From the stories people are saying, it seems like they were horrible.” Unfortunately though, the blonde knew this was no joking matter any more. Sure the Order had saw something bad on the horizon but she didn’t think anyone expected such a horrific sight as the ball this time around, not to mention everything surrounding Claudette and what happened there. “Of course,” She gushed, raising a hand to her heart, “Trust me being a Muggleborn had taught me how horrible those purists can get, and I can only assume those masked figures were mostly the purists. No matter what they try to say, everyone is equal and deserving of being in this world.” Reaching out to take Selena’s hand to give it a light squeeze, she spoke up again, “If you surround yourself with good friends, then someone’s always got your back. Hell you’ve got me in your corner and at this point it’s almost as if wherever I got, my sister probably will too, so you have them as well.”

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keira-grey​:

Hectic was one word to describe the events of the ball night. While the ball itself was the center of the action, as soon as word of inter-fighting hit the streets, all hell broke loose. Spells were casted, punches thrown, windows shattered and people bleeding. The halls of St. Mungos had filled with people and soon the wave of the wounded had become uncontrollable. Keira had been called away from the hospital mortuary and instructed to lend desperately needed assistance to the medi-witches. No use in keeping the dead company when you could be out stemming it.  

But Laurel, as always, was right, enough of the doom and gloom.

Keira winced as a waitress carrying her butterbeer brought it down in front of her with a clash that rattled the table before she was off on her way. Keira didn’t mind the interruption and raised her glass to her mouth. Then she looked down at her glass, surprised. The butterbeer was perfect. Not too sweet, not too churned out. She was tempted to take another sip but held off, keeping her eyes away and down from Laurel.

“I’m doing fine, I suppose,” facing the butterbeer, the yellow was startlingly yellow in the dim light of the pub. “with everything that’s been going on, Professor Spleen’s given me some time off. He says I’ve been working too hard.” She shrugged. “Apparently, I need a break.” To Keira it felt like the exact opposite of what she needed. She didn’t want to be idle, didn’t want sit around and stroll Diagon with her own thoughts following her, they were rather… well they were poor company. “It’s not exactly been a pleasant rest,” she admitted with a wry chuckle, looking back to Laurel, “I’ve been feeling quite useless as of late. I need something to do with my hands, they’re getting shaky with nothing to do.”

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The after effects of the ball seemed to still be sticking around, not only were the injured still healing but it seemed now that the chaos was settled, people were remembering the random patronus that came from her sister. Eyes had been following Laurel, no doubt people curious to see if she had followed Adairia’s footsteps and was apart of the Order, which of course she was, but who knew who made those connections yet. Her lips formed a small smile at Keira’s admission that she was given a bit of time off, “Good. I think you need one too.” She replied, working so hard seemed to always burn her out so she really couldn’t imagine how the healers all around Mungo’s had been feeling after everything. “What about taking up a hobby?” It was a genuine question to raise, something that may pass the time while her friend was away from work. “Maybe knitting or we could start up a little quidditch league, you know just some friendly games with people.”

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alectocxrrow​:

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Alecto had never really been in the Fountain of Fair Fortune before. Before she’d had to work it had never really been her scene, and now that she was having to work, well she didn’t have the time. But, since all the events, and was kind of interested in finding Laurel again. Whilst the red head had enjoyed the chaos of the event, she was sad that the pretty lady had gotten hurt. So, despite not really knowing her, she had intentionally gone down to the Fountain of Fair Fortune to find her.  Maybe it was a little dangerous heading there, especially when she had aligned herself with the masked attackers from the ball, but she liked living on the edge. “Mm….” She murmured with a little smile. “I’m sure your pretty face can forgive the mess” 

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Having been out for the count when the fighting started, Laurel had only heard of the aftermath so besides those she knew in the Order or her personal friends, she didn’t know of anyone else or what side they had found themselves relating to. If she had known maybe this presence of Alecto would’ve made her more nervous but she turned to the other woman with a small smile. “I sure can try,” She replied, though despite working her way back to herself again, she knew she should keep her flirting down to a minimum now that Amos was officially in the picture. “Did you just stop by to compliment the bartender or would you actually like a drink?” The blonde asked, pointing over her shoulder to let Alecto know she didn’t mind making a quick couple drinks.

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jamspctter​:

“Oh well I’m very glad you care about me, I care about you too – I care about all my friends,” James laughed softly downing the rest of his drink. “You’ve got a good point there, like I can remember the colors of Sirius’ eyes from the back of my hand. Or the books Remus only likes reading,” a soft sigh escaped his lips as he thought about his close friends. “Oh and what cheese Peter likes exactly, because it’s not just any cheese. It’s very specific,” he tapped his glass with his fingers as he continued to think about the many people in his life he could think or details for. “Well I’m happy to have a friend who is willing to be on the same level as me.”

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Laurel had easily found that many members of the Order had a big heart for those around them, maybe it was because most of them had come from Gryffindor so she could just relate to them easier. But hearing James run off with just a handful of quirks or details he could remember about the other boys did warm her heart, the wizarding world needed more people like James if they wanted to come back stronger after the ball. “How cute, you know everything about your boyfriends,” She mused, a half attempted smile on her face, at least some people had found their bit of happiness after everything. “Someone’s gotta enjoy the little things with you. Can’t let you get soft and soppy after drinking yourself under the table.”

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keira-grey​:

Keira brought herself down onto the seat, an influx of both stress and relief hitting her system at an alarming rate. Stress, because, need she say it, the news of Laurel’s poisoning ran as an undercurrent of gossip in St. Mungo’s, snippets that came like precious and scant bread crumbs from the medi-witches that had watched her. Something incredibly dark, potent, that was what Keira had heard one of them say, that pumping the contents from Laurel’s stomach had the staff fearing for her survival at multiple points during her stay in the hospital. Relief because even after all the awful news Keira had heard, Laurel was still here. 

Here and apparently allied with the elusive and secretive Order. 

Keira’s emotions were tangles and knots, loopholes and general chaos, but at that thought, the nagging questions that followed the line of it, were orderly and front center in her mind. But- at the sight of her friend, Laurel, pretty, vibrant Laurel, who sat before her with a pale face, lips pressed into a thin, white line that tried for a smile and ended up as more of a grimace, and eyes shadowed by purple crescents, the questions were lost in the tightening of strings that cinched Keira’s skin together too tight and stole her breath from her lungs.

Her questions could be tabled for now, she told herself. Her curiosity did not outweigh her concern. The most important thing right now was Laurel.

“I didn’t get to visit you in the ward,” she said with a soft smile, because these days weren’t the sort for idle pleasantries. “How are you?”

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Laurel dismissed Keira’s words with a small wave of her hand, she understood her friend’s job that despite working in the hospital there had been many other patients that had required more healers than she did. “It’s okay, I know things got a bit hectic later on,” She spoke, a hand now gripping the drink in front of her as she raised it for a sip. “I’m doing alright, still shifting back to normal I suppose.” It wasn’t the full truth but it was more of an extensive of what she was really feeling than what she had been telling people, that was mostly because Keira was a close friend and she could trust her. “It’s a bit hard really, after knowing so much has happened to the community,” She spoke softly, while she wasn’t there for the chaos she had continuously heard the stories and she felt as though everyone was a bit on edge after everything. “But enough doom and gloom, how are you doing? Please tell me that you are taking a few breaks from work every now again.”

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frank-orion​:

any semblance of positivity his features held were wiped away at her revelation. poison? it was a surreptitious, yet bold move to make at an event that large. there were questions he wanted to ask – who had she received a drink from that night, did she know of anyone holding some sort of grudge? but he assumed she’d already been peppered with questions similar, so he kept it to himself. it would be ridiculous not to believe it had anything to do with the other side and the destruction of the fair fortune. all of it was connected. he knew that nothing would stop them from achieving what they deemed an ‘equal society.’ “will what’s happened keep you from continuing to work with the order?” he asked quietly. 

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Glancing down in her lap at her clasped hands, Laurel knew that there were a million questions running through Frank’s mind. Everyone that had found out she was posioned felt the same she was sure, herself included, but if she had no answers that meant the Order and the Aurors had no answers either. And, whether he was no telling her anything to seperate work and their new relationship or just because he didn’t know, Amos hadn’t mentioned there being any leads. Besides they were probably too busy with the Claudette stuff. Her blue eyes lifted from her lap to meet his quickly at the question, “No of course not.” Words falling out of mouth rapidly as she shook her head. “No I’m still with the Order. I already knew there was a target on my back for being Muggleborn and no doubt this has made it bigger but I don’t want to live in a world where those people want to be in charge. I want to be able to help.”

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lycanthropicdancer​:

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“Something like that,” Selena said with a smile, bringing her hands together behind her back. She was pretty sure she could drop the excuse of being a ‘squib’ to Laurel, but she was told to keep it to herself as much as she could-then again, who was Fenrir to be yet another man telling her what to do? She did care for him, but sometimes it got on her nerves to be under his thumb all the time. She leaned in close to Laurel and looked back, making sure the door was closed and no nurses were nearby. “I’m a squib,” she said in a low voice. “I did what I could do, but I also didn’t want to be noticed too much.” She was also glad the other women had left with Laurel’s incident; Adairia because of their strange connection, and the other sister because Laurel and Adairia cared for her, of course.

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Laurel was glad to see so many people, whether they were being treated here or just visiting, had recovered quickly from all the fighting. Maybe the rest of the community was bouncing back just as quick, so she could feel her hopes growing for when she got out. Her eyebrows furrowed at the sudden sense of secrecy as she watched Selena make sure they were allow, was there something she missed by not being at the ball when everything kicked off or something? “A squib?” The blonde repeated, a bit surprised. Of course over her years in the wizarding world she had heard of the word, but actually meeting one was a different story. “I didn’t even realize, of course you didn’t want to bring attention to yourself to a group like that,” She shook her head as she spoke, having only gotten a glimpse of what this opposing organization wanted for the world. Well until last night.

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amostheamazing​:

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Amos nodded as Laurel spoke, already regretting lashing out at her. He would have to work on that side of himself if he wasn’t going to end up fucking all this up. He knew it was his own insecurities. His own problem. To push someone like Laurel away because of it would be devastating. “Don’t…it’s my fault- i shouldn’t have lashed out at you- you’ve got a million and one things on your plate at the moment” Amos shook his head, annoyed at himself. She was right about Arthur. It was a conversation they needed to have, he just wasn’t looking forward to it. Arthur was the one person that Amos was truly honest with, so for him to keep something like this from him, he couldn’t help but feel betrayed. “I understand” Amos replied, hoping to take away some of the pressure he’d just put her under “like you said that’s for me and him to discuss.” He hated that the atmosphere had changed and whilst he needed to know the information, part of him wished he’d never asked.

As Laurel explained further, Amos just became more and more shocked. This had been happening under his nose the entire time. He almost couldn’t believe it. Dumbledore had started this? Go figure. Dumbledore was a born leader, that’d been clear from Hogwarts. But why invite Arthur and not him? Arthur was brave and intelligent, but Amos was the auror. It was his job to protect people. “Merlin” was the only thing he could manage to say in reply at first. If this Order was supposed to protect the muggleborns that did that mean the others were trying to eradicate them. He knew that anti-muggleborn hate had been on the rise but he’d never imagined this. At least this explained why Laurel had been attacked, even if he still didn’t have a who. “You’ve been in this group this entire time?” Amos thought aloud “Merlin, you’re impressive Laurel.” He meant it. She’d clearly been risking her life for this cause for a while now, and whilst that worried him a little, mostly he just respected her bravery. “I’m not going to lie- that was a lot to take in” which was clearly why she’d hesitated in the first place “but things make more sense now, these attacks, it all makes more sense.”

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Laurel knew they were both entering new territory with each other, stepping over new lines on how to act with each other, but it was one of the reasons why she didn’t want there to be any secrets anymore. She was tired of secrets, starting from when her mother hid the whole family debt until her dying words to when Maren had been sneaking away with Mary for Order business. It just wasn’t right and no one would benefit from it in the end. “So what if I do, you have every right to be upset as well,” She tried to reassure him, it wasn’t every day that someone told you they along with your best friend were involved in a secret underground organization. “It was my mistake to even say anything but its also not right to keep you even more in the dark after last night.” She wanted Amos to know that she understood his position, she had been there once too, but at the same time she felt like she now needed to warn Arthur of what to expect if they ever crossed paths.

The blonde waited patiently as she summed up the whole origin story in a few sentences, hand wringing together in her lap in anxiety of what Amos might say next. She didn’t think he’d be against the whole Order thing but still it was quite a lot of information to learn in such a short time. Not to mention the ball had already been eye opening with drama as it was. Glancing at him nervously as she finally heard him speak up, Laurel felt like there was more that he wanted to say than just ‘Merlin’. Though despite the tension and the anxiety, the witch felt like a large weight had been lifted off her shoulders. “Not the entire time,” Came her answer with a quick shake of her head, “Maren joined up first, Mary had recruited her I think, and then I got tired of watching them sneak around and whisper things to each other so I confronted them. And well yeah since then I have been.” Her tongue darted out to lick her lips, should she mention to him that the Order was the reason why they had really met up so often in the first place? That her job at the Fair Faribault’s was mostly a scam to spy on the owners to see if she could pick up on anything? “What?” Laurel spoke up in surprise, a rosey color appearing across her cheeks at the compliment, it definitely wasn’t what she had been expecting. Nodding her head along with him, she was glad he understood it all now, that things were adding up to him now that he knew there was another party at work. “I know it’s a lot and I’m sorry it’s taken me until know to even say anything, not that I think you’d be against it all to begin with, but it’s never been as serious as things are now.”

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syb-trelawney​:

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Syb smiled softly “me too, even if the circumstances aren’t the best.” She vibes that she got from the woman were warm, even after everything she must’ve just been through. Syb didn’t know how she was managed to go about her daily life already. Syb counted herself as quite a strong woman, just look at what she’d already survived, but being attacked, Syb expected she would be paranoid every time she left the house. “So, so” she answered honestly “unsurprisingly people are a little wary still at the moment- but otherwise it’s just been like normal- which has been nice in a way- one of my closest friends is Amelia’s brother so.” Syb didn’t really want to say anymore on that on. She felt helpless. There was nothing she could say to Edgar to help him and it broke her heart watching him go through this.

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“Even if the circumstances aren’t the best,” Laurel repeated though she tried to keep the small smile on her face, hoping to Merlin it was coming off as sincere and welcoming. She had already affected enough people with her troubles, no need to showcase that to the rest of the world. The community felt different to her after she was released from the hospital, it was now more obvious that people were taking sides for this impending war and she knew everything would be changing now. Not just for her or her family but for the rest of the sorcerors like her, muggleborns and creatures, and she just hoped that at the end of the day she’d be on the right side to protect them. “I’m sorry to hear that but I undertstand the want for things to be busy,,” She nodded, people had ever right to be scared after the stories she had heard of the fight at the ball. “Distractions are always nice in a time like this.”

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Where: Outside the Fountain of Fair Fortune Who: Anyone

It had taken some time, a few days really if they were super focused, before the Linwoods had been able to welcome customers again. Even then it felt like they were always finding something to repair still so Laurel found herself outside, making a few changes to the decor outside. A new sign with a few local advertisements had adorned the wall and the blond had just finished setting up a small standing chalk board sign, a small message about happy hour and half priced shots written carefully in blue chalk. Taking a few steps back, she sighed as she felt conent with the redecoration before turning at the sound of new footsteps nearing. “Sorry about the mess inside,” She replied sheepishly as they reached for the door, “We’ve decided to do a few renovations. But I promise you the drinks as still just as good.”