ministry starters

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[coragoyle]

   The bruise on her head was still pretty evident. Her other injuries were hidden but she was sore and in pain. She had heard about people losing their magic but she never figured she’d be one of them. Cora sat outside a restaurant with a cigarette in hand. She knew she needed to eat but didn’t have the energy to go shopping. She could feel someone staring at her, “It’s not as bad as it looks. Trust me.” She responded as she took a drag of the cigarette and then blew out the smoke slowly.  

[ashlongbottom]

it wasn’t every day that ash forgot to eat but it was becoming more and more common again. usually he had something lying around that he could pick at, ice cream or cereal or a cauldron cake he bought awhile ago. he wasn’t sure if there was anything in them that could go bad, but if there was, it was probably long since spoiled. it was the only reason he left his apartment that day, a marker tucked behind his ear so he could update his to do list; his arms were currently covered in ink, like drink water and eat. 

well, the water part probably wasn’t going to be happening today but he’d at least made it downstairs from his flat and into the leaky cauldron. it was pretty busy and he had trouble finding a table, and that’s with the fact that he knew about all the ones that people avoided for various reasons: the legs were uneven or the wood in the chairs were splintering. it took him a minute but he managed to snag a table and when he did, he noticed an familiar face, looking for someplace to sit. “you can join me,” he called over the quite din. “plenty of room.”

[honeyedblossom]

NESSIE’S patience was wearing thin, the group of men, if one would even call them that was making a ruckus. Loud, messy and crude. Unfortunately, however for Nessie, they were regulars and the boss insisted they put up with it. So, they did, doing their best to bite their tongue. But as Nessie worked to mop up one of their most recent messes, they felt a hand brush near their torso, just barely resting upon the scarred tissue causing them to snap. 

“If you don’t remove your grimy hands from my sight, I will do it for you.” The dark haired wixen hissed, head snapping back, glaring at the culprit with a feral look. “You and your hooligans have caused enough discomfort for tonight, I suggest leaving.” The words sounding off as more of a threat than a warning as they waited, standing their ground. 

Once they finally had left, and Nessie finished mopping up, they returned to the bar, apologizing instantly once they realized another customer was there, “I’m terribly sorry about that, I usually am better about keeping my cool. Can I get you something on the house to make up for the scene?” 

[daughterofheroes]

❛ A pinch of moral corruption is a small price to pay. ❜ She turned the vial of black market magic in her hands, scoffing at what was nothing more than calming draught. She had tried finding a dealer herself, to get some sort of lead on finding the root of the increasing problem, but no one wanted to sell a Potter illegal magic, especially not one that was a freshly minted Auror. So, she had resorted to sending someone else in her stead, opting to watch from a careful distance. Unfortunately to no avail, but at least it had led her to a tavern.  ❛ Would you sell something illegal to me, like, hypothetically speaking? ❜

[hugogw]

it’d been a nice day, eerily warm for feburary but he wasn’t complaining. sunny days like this meant more time in the garden with his grandmum. hands were still dusted with dirt, forgetting to wash up before going to run some errands. expression immediately brightening up at the sight of the other as he handed them the flower, “here…she bloomed early. was hoping to find someone to give it to. my room is already FILLED with flowers…besides she seems to like you better.” hugo had the tendency to talk about flowers as if they were people.

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[m-edaa]

A lazy morning for her day off. Lucy laid in her front yard of her flat. Letting the sun soak into her naturally pale complexion. She thought that getting some vitamin d would be good for her. Though all the little heat that the sun in the February sky offered seemed to do was make her rather sleepy. Lucy stared up at the clouds, making shapes out of them as they passed by.

“That one looks like a grindylow,” she mused to herself with a shrug.

Though when a shadow cast itself over her, Lucy squinted. Her periwinkle eyes staring up at the one who had come to visit her.

[wclfgurl]

pepper was starting to get quite angsty from being inside all day which just means that she’ll have to go around the block with the dog – or rather, around diagon alley. perhaps they’ll stop by the one place that sells dog treats. why are those with magic so obsessed with cats? don’t they know that witches and cats was a stereotype that should have died centuries ago? either way, dominique grabbed the leash and headed out the door. she barely made her way into diagon alley before she stopped in her tracks, looking down at the leash in hand.

“ motherfucker. i forgot my dog. it’s too early for this shit. ”

[alpotters]

open .

                 the  crisp  february  wind  tousles  raven  locks  .  he stands ,  unsure  .  pulling  his  coat  tighter against  him  to  ward  off  the  cold  seeping  into  his  bones  .  home  ,  again  .  he  has  grown  since  he  was  last  seen  .  he ‘ s  taller  ,  and  thinner  .  his  hair  is  longer  ,  and  his  cheeks  are  hollowed  .  his  eyes  ,  they  remain  the  same  striking  shade  of  green  .  lighter  though  .  happier  .   —  unsure  of  how  to  act  ,  and  with  his  hands  in  his  coat  pockets  he  musters  up  a  crooked  smile  .    “  you  alright  ?  ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶ ̶   you  look  like  you ‘ ve  seen  a  ghost .  ”

[iksidaorvali]

Going anywhere since her return had been a nightmare. Paparazzi seemed to wait on every corner for the former quidditch star, and their questions were relentless. An expected result of vanishing without word for nearly six weeks, though that hardly made it feel less invasive. Head down as she left the stadium following her first commentating gig, Greer did her best to push through the crowd before she could be noticed. An attempt made in vain as her name was called and she found herself turning on impulse towards the voice. Shit. So much for escaping undetected.