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lavinicmcgonagall‌:

Lavinia started at the question: she had come to the three broomsticks because she needed to get out, and the weather was too cold for her to stay outside, but she definitely hadn’t come to socialize. The more happened around her, the more she wanted to retract into herself instead of talking to other - to have time to adjust, to think everything through before she had to face the world, even though she knew she would never get there - which was why she’d decided to sit next to Louis, who seemed to be in the same mindset as her.

“I’d say about five minutes, and no, I haven’t said anything,” she stated.

His shoulders sagged in relief when Lavinia assured him that he hadn’t missed anything, though Louis still felt bad that he hadn’t noticed her sit by him at all. Was he really that out of it today? He could practically hear Octavia and Theo poking fun at him for being scatterbrained, or any one of his numerous cousins or siblings doing the same. “Well that’s good to hear,” he admitted, taking the drink he’d come for in the first place and drinking from the glass. “I’d have felt awful if you were speaking and I heard none of it.” She looked about as lost in thought as he’d been, actually, and after a moment he leaned forward and asked, “Something on your mind? I’m told I’m a good listener.”

#t: lavinia #d: jan 3 26

octaviashacklebolt‌:

who: @louiswheezes where: shell cottage when: january 3, 2026

The pebbled sand is uncomfortable beneath her, but Octavia refuses to move out of sheer stubbornness, her bare toes digging into the sand as she gazes out on the waves in front of her. Behind her, she can feel the familiar weight of her daemon, its body resting heavily against her spine, but she refuses to acknowledge it. Not here. Not now.

The presence of the lynx had been a plague upon her conscience these last few months and she would not allow it to taint this place like it seemed to taint everywhere else. Not the only place she could be herself.

The sound of footsteps is familiar to her ears, but Octavia finds her spine prickling regardless, her fingers twitching toward her wand but not making contact.

“I know it’s you,” she says finally, not bothering to turn around, “You’re about as subtle as an elephant in a china store, Lou. You know that, right?”

Louis worried about Octavia. There wasn’t a time he didn’t worry about her, truthfully, but since she took the daemon like most of the other Knights, it seemed to weigh down on her heavily. It definitely wasn’t the time for him to pull an I-told-you-so move on her, as much as he was tempted, because really, those things were... not great. How could everyone have been so set on manifesting their souls into actual, physical images outside of their body that they didn’t consider the consequences of such an action?

Louis kept picturing a day where a Wraith would go up to Octavia, see the lynx, and kill her simply by firing at it instead of her. It was a terrifying thought.

That wasn’t why he was out there, though. He was out on the beach, still in his pajama bottoms and a thick coat at nearly seven in the morning, because he’d woken up and didn’t see Octavia where she’d been sleeping the night before, blankets tossed aside and mattress cold from hours of being exposed to cool air. There was only one place she would go, and he was right, seeing her staring out at the waves. Louis’ lips quirked up when she spoke, and he walked to stand right next to her before replying with, “Maybe I wasn’t trying to be subtle. Not exactly my middle name, Via.”

He paused and looked at her, eyes searching her face for something he wasn’t sure of yet. “Happy birthday, by the way. Now, tell me why you’re up and out in the cold so early in the morning.”

#t: octavia #d: jan 3 26

brdyflntyng‌:

“You’re my charms, right? Do you have the notes from last class before break- I won’t copy word for word.”

“Yeah, I’ll be honest, my notes can be pretty shit. Lots of chicken scratch and abbreviations. If you want them though, mate, be my guest. I’ll interpret what I can.”

#t: brody

lastofbones‌:

open starter!

“Well, that’s certainly not something you see everyday”

“Well I certainly hope not. I’ve coveted it as a party trick of mine, sorta. It’s all about the hand movements.”

#t: susan

Where: The Three Broomsticks When: 3 January 2026 Who: Open

Stressed was an accurate summation of what Louis was feeling at the moment. Granted, he was always feeling stressed thanks to school and whatnot, but his uncle and and Headmaster Longbottom and the prophecy spun him around like a spin top gone wild. You’re not where you belong, the prophecy said, and he was certain that was referring to him. What the hell did that mean, though? Talk about vague. It occupied his mind ceaselessly, and though he was at the Three Broomsticks for some social interaction, he’d gone and let himself zone out again. Louis blinked rapidly and looked up, surprised to see the chair across from him occupied. He could’ve sworn it hadn’t been when he sat down with his drink.

“Two things: when did you get here, and did I miss anything important that you may have said?”