*  𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓   /  ｓａｎｉｔｙ !

𝙄𝙈𝙋𝙐𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙄𝙀𝙎   /  𝒻𝓁𝑒𝓈𝒽𝑒𝒹 to the bone .

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( cis man | he/him | henry golding )    —— isn’t that  MUNDUNGUS FLETCHER ?   yeah that is them,   outside the three broomsticks!   they used to go to  THE MAQUERIE ISLAND SCHOOL  but apparently they now work as a  STOCKER  at  BORGIN & BURKE’S.   sybill once said that they reminded her of  golden plates of armor covered in a layer of dust, half empty bottles, the reflection of twilight sun in ocean waves, the sharpness of rocks in sand,   which seems about right.   anyway i’ve heard they’re still a bit  WHEEDLING, CLANDESTINE and VOLITIONAL, they’re  THIRTY FOUR  now but some things never change! i wonder how being a  HALFBLOOD  is affecting them after hogwarts, especially now they’re NEUTRAL?   i guess only time will tell… 

inspired by   …   the likes of  autolycus  ( greek myth ) ,    dante  ( devil may cry ) ,   brynjolf  ( skyrim ) ,   achilles  ( greek myth ) ,   ‘  what  the  FUCK  richard .  ’     but he’s richard  ( vine ) .

𝐃𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐄𝐑  .      𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓  .      𝐒𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐘

TL;DR he’s australian-born of english + iban parents and was once destined to be The Next Best Thing but said fuck it when his whole family just got annihilated, changed his name and moved to work with his crush of like 10+ years bc why not !

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A.  ROCKWOOD       ╱     avgvstvs-rookwood

@beforedawnstarters​   OPEN!! || WHERE: literally any part of d. alley you want

gus was wearing a grin as he sat back on the bench, arm stretched out over the back, not a care in the world. “no, alright, so I was having lunch with the girls today, and you’re never going to believe what they told me.”

           ❛    𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒 ,   𝑖  𝑑𝑜𝑛’𝑡       even  know   who   you  work  with .   what   makes  you  think  i’m  about  to  know   whoever   it  is  they  were   gossiping   about ?   ❜      he  pauses ,   thinks  that ,   in  theory ,    there  could  be  some   higher  up   names  that  would  not ,    perhaps ,   be  too   pleased   with  him ,   necessarily ,   and   cringes .        ❛   wait   —   wasn’t   me ,  was  it ?   ❜

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D.  MEADOWES       ╱     cfmeadowcs

꒰   🌹   ꒱  —   𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓   ﹕ @beforedawnstarters​  ． 

 “ hey  ,  love  .  mind  getting  me  a  firewhiskey ?  double  .  ”  it  was  just  that  sort  of  week  ,  it  would  seem  ,  and  dorcas  felt no  remorse  as  she  took  a  seat  at  the  bar  ,  rolling  the  soreness  off  her  shoulders  even  if  she  knew  it’d  fall  right  back  in  a  bit  .  she’d  known  her  job  was  going  to  be  difficult  ,  but  nothing  had  prepared  her  for  just  how  draining  it  could  truly  be  —  for  how  many alterations  she’d  end  up  overseeing  in  such  a  short  time  .  those  were  the  ones  that  didn’t  reach  the  prophet  ,  small  affairs  that  took  less  than  a  handful  of  people  to  solve  and  rarely  any  true  healing  necessary  ,  but  the  wix  couldn’t  shake  the  feeling  that  after  what  had  come  to  pass  at  the  lock-in ?  after  things  began  to  escalate  and  coincidences  were  harder  and  harder  to  ignore  ?  there  was  more  to  these  incidents  than  met  the  eye  .  it  would  drive  her  up  the  wall  to  think  it  over  ,  she  knew  as  much  ,  so  she  settled  for  signalling  the  bartender  and  nodding  her  head  towards  the  approaching  patron  .  "  and  whatever  they’re  having  ,  i’m  feeling  generous  .  "

                𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑  𝑖𝑡  𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟        come  to   question   that  the  salary  he  gets  should   probably ,   who  knows ,  be   saved   somewhere ,    have  access  to  some  sort  of   bank  account  —   mundungus  would  probably  just   mumble   something  about   under - compensation   and  that .    and  proceed  to  head  over  to  do  the   same   thing  he  always  does  —   eat  or   drink   it  away .   like  right  now .    at  least  he   can   maintain   some   control  on  that  front .        ❛    i’m   jus’  looking  for   cheap  beer  ,   doll .   save  yourself  the   trouble ,    ❜    mundungus  insists  to  the  patron  before   settling   his  coin  on  the  tabletop ,    nodding  to  the  bartender .    who   may   need  no  further  confirmation  before   pulling   up  his  drink .   but  that’s   besides   the  point .    dung  takes  the  seat  next  to  the  witch  either  way ,    dragging   his  cup  over  once  it’s  settled  to  offer   confirmation ,   as  if  there’d  be  any  doubt  he  wasn’t  in  here  ordering  their  driest   nettle  wine   and  asking  for  it  in  a  rusty  old   mug .   he  brings  it  up  for  a  sip  before  giving  a  quick  sigh  of  relief ,   nodding   over  after  that .         ❛    you   look  like  you  could   use   some  more  of  that  coin  properly  on  yourself  ,    far  as  i  can  tell .    ❜

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»       CLOSED    STARTER   !           @ainsley-jean​​       :

    𝑡ℎ𝑒  𝑒𝑑𝑔𝑒  𝑜𝑓        his  coat  gets   caught   in  a  bit  of   fence   that  he  pries  off ,   hand  still  up  in   surrender   to  the   dweller   on  this  island  ,      ❛     see   —    okay ,   i   know   we  talked  about  this ,   ❜    dung  states ,   finally  turning  back  as  he  comes   forward ,   wincing  at  the   weight   on  his  calf  as  he  does  so .        ❛     but  i’m  bleedin’  dry  on  the  leg  right  now  from  tripping  over   rocks   when  that   seagull   started  squawking  at  me  so  i’d   really  appreciate  not   swimming  back   right  now .   ❜

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C.  BORGIN       ╱     cainbxrgin

Cain wanted to reply to the other wizard then, but couldn’t find the energy to do much more than his usual look of annoyance, the same one he sported back in Hogwarts when someone in their class got an obvious answer wrong. His arrogance was always short lived, however. It never took long for purebloods to remind him that he really wasn’t much compared to them, and that even if he scored straight Os, he really would never do much with his life. Unlike them. Cain had worked hard, and yet, life seemed to be showing these people that they were right.

He didn’t reply to anything else the other said, focused as he was on the creaking of the wood above them. Hesitant as to what might happen should the house be protected with a spell, the artifact hunter nevertheless pointed his wand toward the ceiling. There would have been a way to make the wood melt and turn into a ladder, but it was funnier to make it go boom and then, without warning, cast a Levicorpus on his employee. “You go first. You’ve always been the brave one.”

          𝑡ℎ𝑒  𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛  𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠     him  off - guard ,    and  mundungus   instinctively   cowers  into  his  arms ,   squinting  at  the   clouds   of  dust  garnered  from  it  and  trying  to  make  sense  of  what  the   fuck   the  plan  is  with  that  when  he  feels  the  ground   leave   his  feet .        ❛     shit  !   ❜      dung  scrambles  up  from  the  spell ,   trying  to   fight   with  the   air   for  balance .        ❛    how  the   hell   do  you   —    ?   ❜      he  mutters ,   swearing  to  merlin  cain  just   lived   to  see  him  suffer .   was  he   meant  to  be  able  to  just   lift  off   casually  from  this ?    single - word  spells ,   efficient  as  they  are  in  the   moment ,   seem  to  just   wreak  havoc   on  his  every  being .    but  he   catches   on  to  a  slack  of  broken   wood   and  shouts  down ,    voice  dripping  in  sarcasm :       ❛    great  !   all  right  !    so  what  am   i   meant  to  do   now   then ?   give  you  a   live  update ?    pull   you   up ?    ❜   because  like   hell   he  knows  whatever   that   spell  was .   he’s  sure  he’d  lose  a  leg  casting  in  on  cain ,   anyway .    if  he’d  even   let   mung  try  it  to   begin   with ,   which  is  just  another   unlikely   scenario  in  and  of  itself .

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C.  BORGIN       ╱     cainbxrgin

“Mundungus, do not touch that.” This was hardly the first time Cain said those exact words to the other wizard. Reaching for his wand, the antiques dealer turned toward his (and he still couldn’t believe his dad hired him) coworker. “And please stop calling me mate,” the exasperation was clear in his voice. Of all people to chaperone him and make sure he didn’t jump head first into the first precipice… You knew you had touched the bottom of the pit when someone assigned Mundungus as your safety net.

“This is pointless, we must have missed something,” he sighed as they reached the top of the staircase. That was, until his attention was drawn to a small opening in the rotten ceiling, the size of an orange, and movement as he looked. “Hominum revelio,” but the spell didn’t seem to find anyone else with them. “Wanna check what’s up there?”

    ❛    𝑛𝑜𝑡  𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 ,   ❜     mundungus   retracts   his  hands ,   letting  them  come  up  with  feigned   innocence   before  cain  could  actually   see   what  he   was   doing   (   which ,   yes ,   was   very  much   scratching  at  it  ) .    his  expression  becomes   indignant   at  the   request ,    and  he’s  close  enough  to   retorting   something  about   not  remembering  when  they  weren’t  even   friends ,   but  knowing  cain ,    he’d  probably  argue   exactly   that .    so  mung  drops  it .        ❛   all  right ,   boss ,    ❜    he  mocks  instead ,     returning   his  attention  to  their  surroundings  for  anything   more   than  their  countless   dead - ends .   he  turns  when  he  hears  the  spell ,    looking  up  to  where  it  hit ,   and  then  back  to  his  company .        ❛     so  whatever   moved   up  there  isn’t    human   and  we’re  going  to  go  take  a   look ?   ❜       he  keeps  his  expression  up  as  an  act  of  being   unimpressed   up  until  he’s  passing  cain  to  walk  up  to  the  crack  above  them ,   squinting  in  with  a  grin  on  his  face   .        ❛    don’t  mind  if  i  do .   how  are  we  gettin’  up ?   levitation ?   a  lift ?   ❜

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K.  BORGIN       ╱     bvrgins

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫.

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                  ❝      i   almost   had   you   ,      didn’t   i   ?      ❞

    ❛    𝑎𝑙𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 .    𝑏𝑢𝑡     you  need  work  on   hiding  right .    you’re  not  exactly  the  easiest  to   miss ,   iya .    ❜

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L.  BELL       ╱     lczziez

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫.

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                 ❝      i   can   tell   by   your   look   that   you   can’t   wait   to   ask   me   questions   .   what   do   you   want   to   know   ?      ❞

    ❛   𝑔𝑙𝑎𝑑  𝑦𝑜𝑢   𝑎𝑠𝑘𝑒𝑑 .     how  many   people’ve   you  got  runnin’   through   this  little   nook  ?   ❜ 

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»       CLOSED   STARTER    !           @cainbxrgin  :

      𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒  𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑠      might  make  the  argument  that  he  sees   (   and  frankly ,   deals   )    with   enough   of  cain  on  shift ,    and   doesn’t   need   more   of  him ,  really ,   on  the  account  of  his   moods   —   he’s  a   simple   man .   he  sees  the  opportunity  for   adventure ,   he  takes  it .    especially  if  said  adventure  happens  to  possibly  lead  to  some  shiny   trinket   or  two .    sights ,   of  course ,   count  as  trinket   enough .    he  gets  another  glance  at  something  to  his  side ,   stopping  to  bring  his  wand  closer  to  look  at  it .      ❛    oi ,    mate ,   you  seeing  this  ?    it’s  like  the  fissures  here  are   glowin’  .    ❜

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»       CLOSED    STARTER   !           @jvsmiinc​​       :

      𝑚𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑛𝑔𝑢𝑠  ℎ𝑎𝑠      his  back   against   the  front  counter ,   rag   in  hand .    he’s  gone   sore   wiping  things   down   and  decided  instead  to   eye   the  ground  with  certain   disdain   instead .          ❛    always  thought  people  were  too  lazy  to  clean  their  woodboards .    one   swipe  and  it’s  all   fresh   an'  shiny ,   you  know ?   ❜        he  begins  lamenting .          ❛   but  this ?    looks   like  that ,   i  tell  you .    every  time  i  try  to  look   busy   swiping  up  the  place  i  end  up  jus’  lookin’   mad   as  a  cut   shrake .   ❜

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C.  ASTURIAS-MORALES       ╱     ofcaradocs

@beforedawnstarters

where: pub of players choosing.

​“i’m sure your brother is perfectly safe and not wasted at all,” he says to his daughter thalia, he was nursing his glass of wine while she drank her pumpkin juice, looking at her father with a raised eyebrow. “so why did you let him go?” she was pissed that her time was cut short with her mum, they had an entire weekend planned out but there was an emergency at st. mungos and had to bail which left thalia to wonder around with her dad which she didn’t mind—it’s just he was bloody boring. “one less kid to look after,” he says with a smirk shaking his head. he had looked over his shoulder at the person standing there and then at the state of the pub, there were hardly any tables or chairs left aside from the one next to them. he had moved over and nodded his head. “you can sit there if you want.”

      𝑖𝑡   𝑤𝑎𝑠   𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦      the  plan  for  mundungus  to  sneak  a   chair   with  another  table   despite   the  population  that’d  made  itself  into  the   leaky  cauldron .    that  plan ,   however ,   halted  about   five   steps   away   from  the  first  bloke  he’d  landed   eyes   on  —   chatting   idly   away  to  what ,   as  conversation  would   decipher ,   was   his  kid .    dung  risks  a  glance   around   again  to  find  the  only  other  seat’s  been  occupied ,    and   swears   under  his  breath .    he’ll  find ,   soon  enough ,    that  that  was  a   stupid   move  despite  the   origin  plan   being  to  walk  all  the  way    into   a  bar  and  then  all  the  way   out .    still   —   he   is   being  invited  to  sit  now ,   so  it’s  already  going   better   than  it  could  have .        ❛    not  sure  if  i’ll  make  for  the  greatest   company ,   but   i’ll   take  it  over  standin' ,   ❜       mundungus  gives  a  shrug ,    sliding   into  his  seat  before  waving  tom  over .        ❛    what’s  that  in  your  cup ,   mate ?   ❜

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R.  SKEETER       ╱     ritaskeeterss

bit of an usual place to catch up on her writing, but with the start of the school year approaching and having to keep feeding the death eaters new information, rita hadn’t had time to do her actual job, the one that paid the bills. the lack of sleep only made the noise even more of a bother to her. “excuse me? tone it down, would you? some of us are trying to work here.” 

    𝑡𝑜  𝑏𝑒  ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑡 ,        mundungus  is  less   surprised   by  the  outburst  than  the  fact  that  it   took   this  long  for  the  woman  to  crack .    he’d  been  batting  away  at  these  stones  for  nearly  ten  minutes  trying  to  make  them   crack ,    but  she  looked  absorbed .      ❛     might   want  to  find  a  better  place  to  work  than   here ,    eh ?     or  might  i  suggest  some   ear  muffs  ?   ❜     he  stretches  around  to  get  a  glance  at  the  storefront’s  window ,    squinting .        ❛     think   we  still  sell  some  . . .   ❜

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L.  POE-BRADBURY       ╱     oh-lenore

It had only been two days in England and Lenore found herself in Diagon Alley. It had been years since she had been here. Really only once before. But this was her home now. She needed to get used to it. She had to admit, the crowd took her off guard. She knew it would most likely be crowded but not this crowded. She found her way into a book shop, looking around. “Is it always like this?” She spoke to herself but didn’t realize there was anyone paying attention to her. “It’ll take a while to get used to this.” @beforedawnstarters

   𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠  𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦       no  reason  for  mundungus  to  go   hand  - deliver  a  book  light  enough  to  be  carried  by  most   birds ,    other  than  the  fact  that  cain  seems  to  be   in  a  mood   again .    he  stops  at  the  sound  of  someone  posing  a   question ,    unsure  if  he   really   passed  as  an  employee  for   this   store ,    but  flattering  himself  with  the  idea  and   answers   nonetheless .     ❛     eh .    happens  every   august ,   ❜     he  half - explains ,    shrugging .        ❛    could   always   head  down  to   knockturn   for  a   quieter   bunch .   not  that  there  isn’t  a   reason   it’s  so   quiet   there .    depends ,    really .    they’ve  got   bookshops .    of  a   sort .   ❜

[bluetomorrowss]

“in time of lilacs who proclaim the aim of waking is to dream,”

— e.e. cummings, from “in time of daffodils(who know” (via oiseauperdu)

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THAT ‘70S SHOW ― 07.15 “It’s All Over Now”