in the relative safety of the morning's daylight, corin had slipped into the tea shop and begun playing pretend at normalcy. she was an actress after all... though no amount of experience with the wizarding world could tell her whether or not she was genuinely blending in. hanging about in the shadows of the streets was one thing but engaging in the day-to-day novelties as if she were one of them was a different thing entirely. still, she picks at her toasted almond croissant with an imagined ease, keeping an ear to the ground for mentions of her name as well as that of her father, silas.
it's not that corin thought she looked particularly unapproachable but slumped as she was in her chair, hood resting upon the back of her head as usual, it comes as a surprise that anyone would want to sit near her. sparing the man a glance, she gladly returns his smile. he had warm eyes and an even warmer smile. simply put, it was endearing to corin and despite her current trouble, she'd never been one to refuse or the kindness of strangers, ❛ oh no, of course not. you go for it. ❜ the she-wolf replies, it wasn't as if she could really say no anyway. the very last thing she wanted to do was cause a scene... corin had caused enough of those as it was. enough to last a lifetime. ❛ i'm riri, by the way. it's nice to meet you...? ❜
He would be a sliver of himself if he dared stray from kindness. After all the judgement he faced throughout the years while in the Wizarding World, he approached strangers with the treatment he lacked in the beginning. It was an easy sentiment to offer, and even easier to take away. There was no cause for him to be hesitant, only somewhat displayed in his penchant for good manners. She didn't seem unapproachable, though her lack of company would have suggested otherwise if he thought to question it.
While extending out a hand for her to shake, he nodded in greeting. "All've me friends call me Ted." He slid into the seat, relaxing into the cushioned back of the chair. "Say, it's a crackin' mornin', what's a lass like y'self doin' tucked away back 'ere? Should be out enjoyin' th' sun while it lasts, spring is bloomin' after all."
LOCATION: Rosa Lee Teabag, Diagon Alley
DATE: May 9th, 1986
FEATURING: Edward Tonks and . . .
Dawdling around Diagon Alley at 10 a.m, his day had a later start than usual. Apparating from Whitby and back within a week had taken it's toll on him. It was a brief stay. A much needed visit to see his relatives, with Ted insisting that he came to see them for his pre-mature birthday celebrations rather than the other way around. Given everything that happened as of late, he didn't feel secure in making any other decision. His family were safe at home. It would remain that way while he investigated the dangers emerging around the city.
Now back in London, it was all about his findings. It never stopped, really, the worry that didn't push from the back of his mind, even when at home. What could be next. . . or rather, who. Brought back to the present as his order was called from behind the counter, Ted paid for his breakfast pastry and cup of honeybush tea before seeking a place to rest. He approached an empty seat, hesitating before claiming it as the table itself was not empty. Shooting the person a bashful smile, he asked: "Do y' mind if I...?"
At the present time, your behavior is characterized by your need for existential security. The fear that you could suffer loss, harm or even shipwreck lies deep inside you. For this reason, you cling to supposed securities such as your professional status, beliefs, partner and financial assets. You find it difficult to separate from anything you own and to throw away the things that no longer serve you.
Of great importance to you now is...
...to vigorously defend your territory.
Anyone who tries to restrict your freedom of action is resolutely fended off by you. You secure your private space in which no one can influence you, ply you with demands or bother you in any other way. This area can be your work space, your home, a hobby or even your view of the world. This defensive attitude can earn you the reputation of being egocentric and is not an invitation to commune with you. You try to hold troubles at bay by...
...solving difficulties autonomously.
You want to attain complete control over a situation that concerns and touches you personally. You would also like to have such a good hold on yourself that you remain in control, no matter what, so that everything runs smoothly. Without being aware of it, you are also quite domineering in your dealings with others, and this doesn't sit well with all of them. You say to yourself: The thing I need to cope with my current situation is...
...freeing yourself through an easier life.
You would like to finally rid yourself of personal problems which oppress you, and you hope you could somehow make your life easier. Your ideal is to be free of all things unpleasant, to never get upset over anything or anyone and to move through life unburdened. For this reason, you do what you can to avoid contact with people who cause you problems. It is to your disadvantage, though, that in doing this, you also avoid examining your problems, mistakes and weaknesses. You hope to make your life easier by...
...the pleasurable satisfaction of your desire for enjoyment.
An inner urge drives you to obtain the sensual enjoyments and pleasures that you now desire so much. You grab lustily at anything tasty that is on offer, and you are delighted when there is something good to drink with it. The other thing that can get you going is your hunger for sexual satisfaction. If someone tries to deny you this enjoyment, you can become aggressive and unpleasant. You want to make your life more satisfying by...
...relaxing favorite pastime.
When the difficulties of daily life or human interaction become too much, you prefer to retreat to your favorite pastime, a quiet hobby or into the world of your thoughts, dreams and fantasies. If you try to achieve the necessary balance to daily routine through a regular practice of meditation, you will find what you have actually been looking for: inner detachedness and peace. It would also be ideal if you could occasionally spend time in the great outdoors. You believe a particular help in achieving the inner peace you desire is...
...peaceable avoidance of conflict.
Friendly relations are important to you. You avoid arguments when possible. You would like to get along peaceably with everyone and not cause any unnecessary trouble. You avoid everything that could place too much strain on your nerves because the demands of your daily life are already enough of a burden. Nevertheless, every now and then, you will be drawn into unpleasant confrontations with someone.
At the moment you feel most anxious due to your...
...fear of misnderstanding.
You are fairly well convinced of your personal viewpoints, and you are certain that your needs, demands and plans are justified, but you fear others will show no understanding for them. In reality, you are often faced with misunderstanding, reserve or resistance because you are stubborn and a know-it-all. But you hardly let yourself be put off your stride. Other people show very little understanding for your...
...frightening lack of power.
You constantly see yourself confronted with a mountain of difficulties and problems. At the same time, you don't want to let yourself be dragged down by feelings of despair and resignation. For this reason, you concentrate on achieving what is most important to you right now. The resources you employ in doing so range from winning affability to skillful manipulation all the way to authoritarian pressure because you want to get everything under control. Your fear of being powerless arouses exactly the opposite in you: a thirst for power. You also feel powerless in the face of your...
...inner restlessness.
You have a very sensitive nature, and for this reason, you try as quickly as possible to forget unpleasant experiences by distracting yourself through all means of activity. Naturally, your restlessness can't bring you the inner peace you yearn for. On the contrary, the repressed negative emotions can manifest themselves through sudden shifts in mood or fits of bad temper. You are unable to find inner peace due to your...
...burdensome situation of suffering.
You believe people should behave correctly, considerately and kindly towards you so that your interactions run pleasantly and without friction. Since this is frequently not the case, you often become indignant over their incorrect behavior and views or their lack of kindness. You easily get the feeling of being someone's innocent victim and believe you have every right to be outraged. You also suffer quite a bit due to your...
...frustrating situation.
You are in an unpleasant situation that hinders you from doing the things that are in line with your inclinations and needs. You find this all the more frustrating because you basically believe that someone who plays an important role in your life is to be blamed for your unfortunate situation. With this belief, you create a comfortable position for yourself and stand in the way of improving your circumstances. You try in vain not to let yourself be impaired by your...
...aggressive irritability.
You often feel hindered by someone, either because your lovely plans get crossed or because someone puts bothersome obstacles in your path, criticizes you, offends you or otherwise annoys you. For this reason, you have accumulated a great deal of resentment inside which can discharge in the form of unexpected aggressive reactions. As long as you have not yet forgiven someone who has angered or injured you, you will not get rid of your explosive irritability.
As much as he wanted to say he didn't mind, he did. There was a momentary beat of hesitation where Rodolphus cocked his head to the side, eyeing Ted with an unamused expression. "If it means good press, I suppose I can pose," He sneered, then stood up a little straighter, taking on a well-practiced half-smile. Add in a more permanent way of proving he had left the house, and he was all too okay with the idea of immortalizing the feat. Even if it meant the camera was in the hands of a mudblood.
If he could object, he would. There were other things he could occupy his time with than photographing one of the Lestrange brothers. But it served him well to remain neutral, until otherwise given a reason. "It looks better if y' don't." After quickly glancing through his camera, he pulled back and gave a glimpse of a forced smile. "Pose, y'know. We're after somethin' a bit more natural." And either way, he thought, Rodolphus would seem like he had a mandrake shoved where the sun never dares reach. Just as tight upper-lipped as others he crossed paths with in his time.
running errands even on a rare night out. arthur found himself loitering outside of slug and jigger's as miray shopped-- feeling like a bull in a china stop inside even when it wasn't busy. he was quick to turn on his heels when he heard a voice behind him. " they've got you working tonight, tonks? " he asked, slipping into a relaxed stance once more, or at least as relaxed as he could get at the prospect of being on camera. he had never been the front and center sort, much preferring to take a background role lifting others up. " i'm not sure how much my superiors would appreciate my day off being used to kick rocks in the alley being plastered all over the paper. "
"Ah, but it'll make front page news, tha' would, fella. I could get one'uve th' others t' write 'bout th' variety'a pebbles, what stones y' chose, all'uve tha' an' more." He lowered the camera and tried to give a reassuring nudge as he approached Arthur, allowing the band to freely hang from his neck. "'course they do, might as well call th' office me second home, like. Sleep there enough!" A hearty chuckle escaped from his throat, and as his laughter trickled into comfortable silence, he glanced around his companion's shoulder. "Th' missus far?"
“The Patronus is a kind of positive force, a projection of the very things that the dementor feeds upon — hope, happiness, the desire to survive — but it cannot feel despair, as real humans can, so the dementors can’t hurt it.”
A Harbour Seal. Mostly common in and around Whitby, alongside the grey seal, they are often sighted around Edward’s hometown and admired by yearly tourists. It is unsurprising that he takes on the image of such creatures, with the Seal Patronus being full of enthusiasm, enjoying exploring the motivation and reasoning behind ideas. They are often inspired by their values and beliefs. Unassuming to the eye of it’s predators with it’s loveable charm and innocence, a Seal patronus can be associated with prosperity, playfulness and understanding. But they can also be quiet and careful, a source of power and capability. Seals are generally calm and patient when it comes to complicated situations. Yet possess a curious nature and have good coordination, learning easily under strenuous enviroments. They are highly curious and instinctively protective of others.
where: nearby slug and jigger’s apocathery
when: the spring solstice festival
featuring: edward tonks and . . .
The Daily Prophet was ever keen on documenting Ministry sanctioned events, whenever they happened, who attended and what took place. A fact that Ted had formerly sometimes objected to, but now, he realised he could use it to his advantage and keep what he thought more important-- the things he could use to uncover truths, and no one would be any wiser, to keep an eye out in case of anything happening. He was the nettlesome photographer hanging around for work, nothing more. The shutter of the camera clicked with every shot taken, Ted moved around in consideration of the masses but it was a feat more difficult than expected. Finding a place with a good angle and view of the festivities, he addressed the person in front of him. "Do y' mind? It's fer th' Prophet." Work called for as many photographs as he could get, regardless of who they were of.
where: the leaky cauldron courtyard
who: @metamorphai
when: the spring equinox
The worst part about having friends that worked on days like today. Her best friend was busy working behind the bar at Eternelle’s Elixir, her other friend was playing a match and the other one was still missing. Events like this reminded her of how much she missed Rosalie, how beautiful she would have looked wandering the streets and her enthusiasm at being an event her parents would likely want to give a miss.
Placing her cigarette in her mouth, Andromeda looked at the end of it and watched it light up, taking a drag and gently blowing the smoke out. It was a casual moment. Some quiet amongst the sounds of the streets, private and away from the prying eyes of high society. As her back touched the wall, she closed her eyes for the moment, the familiar sound of a northern accent, causing them to flutter open. "Fancy seeing you here." She said with a small smile.
He was discussing work, of course. It was always work. Running into colleague's and being ushered into the Leaky Cauldron for a drink that lasted longer than it's promise, he was pleased of the fresh air afterwards. A moment to breathe. It seemed near impossible to find elsewhere. Saying his goodbyes, he stepped into the courtyard with the intention of solitude-- only to be surprised, and pleasantly at that.
It took him back to his youth every time he saw her. All their conversations in secluded hallways at the furthest end of Hogwarts castle they could find, away from the sneers of individuals with their belligerent inclination to direct hexes frivolously with the flick of their wands. But this time, nowadays, most seemed to have that same will and neither Amelia, nor Booker, could come running to his defense. No one to incinerate the notes floating over to Andromeda while gathered in the Great Hall. Things weren't as simple. They hadn't been for some time. Yet the understanding, the sense of nostalgia settled in like the dusk's hazy greeting whenever she was near, the odd sort of comfort about it. That hadn't changed. "Funny how tha' happens, innit?"
Lily frowned sympathetically. "Sorry to hear it's been a long day," she replied honestly. Considering that Ted's pictures always seemed to be a key part of whatever scandal happened at the latest event, Lily wasn't surprised that his work might weigh on him, but she was sad to hear it nevertheless. Though not particularly close with Ted, she had always been fond of him. Besides, the muggleborns had to stick together. With a laugh, Lily nodded. "Oh yes, I'm sure I'll get up to all of the above, if Sirius and Marlene have anything to say about it." Not that she would at all mind the chance to let loose. "Are you off the hook tonight or do you have to be on photographer duty?"
"Maybe y' can save a dance fer 's then, eh?" It sounded nice... letting go, just for a moment. He could already predict being tugged into the circles of rhythm and bodies moving together like a perfect wave, there was no way he could avoid it. He could at least look forward to it. "Never off th' hook, 'specially on days like this 'en." He chuckled, stepping closer and pulling out a metal case, filled with hand-rolled Muggle cigarettes. Ted extended it out to her after flipping the lid open. "Y' smoke?"
He should have offered to work the entire festival. A particularly dangerous thought, but Sirius couldn’t seem to shake it. Things would have been easier. More specifically, there would have been a counter to hide behind if it came to having to face ghosts of his past head-on instead of having to properly deal with them. Try as he may, there was never any shaking the more negative thoughts that accompanied attending Ministry sanctioned events. It wasn’t anything a little bit of alcohol couldn’t fix but he still wasn’t entirely in the mood for dealing with people. “You know,” He gave a dejected sigh a plopped a piece of fairy floss in his mouth, not bothering to look toward who he was talking to since not getting an answer was something he would have accepted. “One of the muggle bars managed to infuse theirs with enough vodka to get a good buzz. We need to step up.”
After parting ways with his companions and taking a much needed break from shooting the festivities for the Prophet, Ted perused through the ceaseless stalls of food and novelty souvenirs. It naturally drew him towards the food as it filled the air with temptation, having a partiality for delicacies of all kinds-- any from bittersweet to decadently rich, he could hardly refuse. Eyeing up a box of Pepper Imps before deciding against it for the sake of not breathing fire in his sleep and making Quirrel jump out of his skin, despite his mouth near watering as the phantom taste danced on the tip of his tongue. His head shot up when addressed, furrowing his eyebrows as he analysed the fairy floss with a sizeable chunk taken out of it. "They... they did tha'?" Puzzled, he couldn't quite imagine it. The thought of it made the Imps sound even more pleasant. Not one for vodka, never was. "Blimey, tha' is one way t' get pissed. I'd much prefer somethin' from Th' Hoppin' Pot, but tha's jus' me." Chuckling quietly, his eyes lingered across the array of confectionary laid out in front of him. "Wha' would y' recommend? Anythin' tha' won't blow me head off."
