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longbottomfrank·:

“Ichabod is rather close in cruelness, I must say.”

“Oh dear, I hope you didn’t get your arse kicked at school. But I digress. I'm going to say… Hm, Batholomew, Thaddeus, Immanuel or bust. Because I’m going to be honest, Frank: there was way more stealth napping than actual Bible study for this girl at Sunday service, so I’m fresh out of options, I’m afraid.”

#c.#c: frank.#frank.#d: may 1979.

endearborn·:

“I meant more absolutely ridiculous and concerningly insane, but sure.”

“On second thought, no swing.”

“Think that’s what all boring old codgers say, mate.”

#c.#c: doc.#caradoc.#d: may 1979.

longbottomalice·:

“Well there’s no need to stick your hand in when your nain will do it for you,” Alice chuckled, offering Hestia her arm. “Shall we?”

“One of the many reasons you'd be a grand nan, pal. Sneak those eventual grandkids sweets while their parents aren’t looking.” Hestia snaked her arm through Alice’s with a quiet laugh, “Let’s go, Ms. Alice.”

#c.#c: alice.#alice.#d: may 1979.#ha ha hah

churchofviolet‌:

“Murder would be preferable to that, trust me.”

“Yikes!”

#c.#c: violet.#violet #d: may 1979.

sassybadassery·:

“A quaint cafe by the water that offers fresh and flavorful food? Girl, that kind of place is right up my alley. I am a sucker for the seaside. Bath is nice and all, the hot springs are great, but sometimes you just want to enjoy the ambiance of the beach. We should go sometime, yeah? We are two hard-working ladies and we deserve a break every now and then.” Not that either of them had jobs where they were given ample time off. Training was gearing up for Dorcas and there was always going to be someone that needed healing for Hestia.

"It’s a date! They’ve got some really cool beaches down there, and you’re spot on about that, for sure. There’s something just really magical about eating ice-cream on a sunny summer day on the beach that you just don’t get elsewhere. Especially after all the years in ol’ freezing Hogwarts. Maybe we can consider it next time you have a weekend off?”

#c.#c: dorcas.#dorcas.#d: may 1979.

peterpettibrew·:

Peter pulled the lever, held his breath, and let it out in a dejected stream as he won nothing. “Alright, maybe machines aren’t the place tonight. Fancy a go at the blackjack tables? They’ll have free drinks,” he said, trying to sweeten the deal. Gambling in company always felt better than going it alone.

Hestia glanced at her wrist, pretending to check a watch she didn’t wear. “You know what, you’re absolutely on! But three turns tries, max, and if we don’t win a knut, you’re buying the pizza. Deal?”

#c.#c: peter.#peter.#d: june 1979.

endearborn·:

“Were you always like this in school?”

“Super cute and absolutely hilarious? Oh yeah.”

#c.#caradoc.#c: doc.#d: may 1979.

peterpettibrew‌:

“I’ll just go one more round,” Peter waved the words off and placed his hand on the slot machine’s lever. “Might as well bring it down to an even number, right? ‘Sides, I’m due for a hit.”

“I’m not sure that’s how it works, but eh. What’s the worst that could happen? Go for it.”

#c.#c: peter.#peter.#d: june 1979.

longbottomfrank·:

“You’re being far too kind, and I’m afraid my parents were rather cruel.”

“Well, in that case, hm... Jacob? Judas? Silas? Raphael? Ichabod?”

#c.#c: frank.#frank.#d: may 1979.

churchofviolet·:

Violet thought to her parents and what their livers would be like by now. She dreaded to think. Not that it was her problem anymore; she hadn’t spoken to them in months. Once upon a time she had been their babysitter, helping to mop them up when they should have been mopping up her, and dropping out of school at sixteen because someone had to make sure they could pay rent each month. She smiled grimly. “I’m hoping it won’t come to that and if we get murdered as I suspect we could, it won’t.”

“Oh. —well, something to look forward to, at least.”

#c.#c: violet.#violet.#d: may 1979.

endearborn·:

“Naps are dangerous, you just bloody agreed with me.”

“Did I really? I can’t seem to recall.”

#c.#c: doc.#caradoc.#d: may 1979.

longbottomalice‌:

“I’m not sure I like what you’re implying, Hestia,” Alice joked through a narrowed gaze. “I had every intention of sharing, but now that I know you’re the sort to engage in bribery, I’m not sure if you deserve to be shared with at all.”

“You know what, I hear you and I understand completely. Spoken like a true stodgy old nan catching her grandkids with their hand stuck in the biscuit tin. And you know I do love a good biscuit.”