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[pxlxrize]

rosecoloredmaddox​:

where; Octavian’s place whomst; Octavian @pxlxrize​

Rosie had been absolutely delighted to hear that Octavian was back in town. Not many people from her childhood still spoke to her, Octavian was possibly one of the only ones. He and Ambrose both were very precious to her heart, and she had considered throwing him a little homecoming party to celebrate. But Ambrose wasn’t feeling well and she didn’t want to add any stress. So it was just her and Matilda the calico in her tiny party hat. Plus the balloons and streamers. And cake. And party blowers. She’d missed him, okay?

“Surprise!” She said as he opened his door. “Matilda look, it’s our favorite man!”

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♞ —–

Hypervigilance. The state of being highly or abnormally alert to potential danger or threat. The definition sprung to mind when Octavian turned his key in the lock and felt... odd. Like the air inside his home had been disturbed while he was gone. There was no evidance to support his claim other than that odd feeling lingering. It made him careful when he finally stepped inside. Careful not to immediately go for his wand at the first noise he heard. 

He still flinched hard, heart pounding, but he picked up on the situation fast enough to smile through it. He scooped little Matilda up and gave Rosie a hug with his free hand. “What’s the occassion?” 

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spellbxnd​:

@pxlxrize​

where: utp with: harriet & utp

“family isn’t who you’re born with, it’s who you’d die for.”

♞ —–

With her words, Octavian got the bitter taste of guilt at the back of his tongue. Maybe he should spend more time appreciating the family he already had. “Don’t tell me you've never been even a little bit curious. It’s probably perfectly normal for people to question their origins.” Probably.

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hanamaryam​:

where; Shafiq estate whomst; Octavian @pxlxrize​

Hana did not, as a general rule, give a shit about what Ambrose Burke did in his free time. Hopefully it involved tripping or embarrassing himself in front of people he liked but Hana wasn’t terribly picky. What was (and she wasn’t going to say worrying because she hated the implication that she cared) … out of character for Ambrose was the fact he hadn’t spent all of it rubbing her own misery in her face. Which meant he’d either hopefully gotten lost, finally developed an interesting hobby, or he was busy having more mediocre sex. 

Which brought her to Octavian: one of the many incredibly sane, intelligent people who seemed to enjoy Ambrose as a person. He did tend to grow on people. Like a fungus.

“I can’t believe I’m about to ask this,” Hana said, wrinkling her nose in anticipated distate. “Have you heard from Ambrose recently? He hasn’t kicked me while I’m down in at least 5 business days.”

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♞ —–

Hana dancing around a subject was a bad omen that Octavian had long learned to head. When they prefaced their words with a worning, he tried to brace himself for whatever was coming next - and still found himself half choking on the sip of coffee he was taking.

“I’m not sure if I’m strictly allowed to talk about it.” Ambrose would resent him for it, that much was for sure. But during his weekly wellness checks, it seemed like Ambrose began to resent him for quite a few things. Making him drink water. Opening the windows to let air and light in. Not playing along well enough with killing imaginary bugs that he guaranteed would otherwise try to nest under his skin. “He’s unwell at the moment. More than usual.” Octavian turned to look out the window. Not looking Hana in the eyes made it feel a little less like betrayal. 

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xavecamour​:

where: knockturn alley (late night) with: @pxlxrize ( octavian )

Hesper didn’t see himself as the type to have ‘friends’. His father hadn’t encouraged him to forge any when he was younger and at Hogwarts, he had preferred a small group of acquaintances who he paid little attention too. Octavian though was interesting to him. One of the few who made him think, since in nearly all other situations, he acted on impulse first. So late one night, when he was bored, looking for company and had nothing better to do, he headed for Knockturn Alley, where he waited. The alley was quiet and dark, a welcome relief from the bustle of the day and he didn’t have to wait long for Octavian to emerge. “You’ve been gone” he started, leaning out of the shadows and grinning cruelly. “I’m sure you’ve got a good reason though, right?”

♞ —–

The lovely thing about wide spread tragedy always meant the business was getting a boost. There was money to be earned off people’s paranoia, the idea that some new magical artifact was all that was needed to give them security - something that did not exist in these times. And still Octavian sold them all down the river with a smile. It made nights longer. Most days, like that day, he found himself in the store way past night fall, locking up when it was already pitch black out. Which gave ample opportunity to things lurking in the shadows. If the voice was any less familiar, Octavian would have jumped instead of smiled. “Good evening to you too, Hesper,” he greeted politely. “There was, actually. Business. Though you know that this isn’t a topic I enjoy discussing out in the middle of the road. You never know who is listening in at this time of night.” 

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spellbxnd​:

where: somewhere she shouldn’t be with: eryn & open!

“a word of advice? you should hire new security.”

♞ —–

Octavian smiled. “We need security as much as a mouse trap would.” There was another hour left before the store would officially open, so he was in no rush has he hung up his jacket and set down his bag in the back office. Following his opening shift duties like no one was there, he only spared her a glance every so often because good manners demanded as much. “Getting in is never the issue. It’s getting out that you might find yourself struggling with.” 

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auxrorkind​:

✧ ･ﾟ ⋆

“i’m all for doing shit the muggle way, mate, but couldn’t we have brought a fucking magic tent? just this once?” he’d opted for fiddling with the radio after a few horrid moments of attempting to wrangle the tent, because radios actually made sense, unlike the torture device they were supposed to sleep in. “oi, okay, that’s where you’re wrong! you think we’re going to be out here without music? think again.”

♞ —–

“I’d rather be out here without music than without shelter.” Markus raised his brows at Sirius as if that would prompt him to reevaluate his skewed priorities. “Besides, setting up your camp is like half the fun. Magical tents make it way too easy.” Looking back at the state of their tent, he maybe could have dealt with something a little easier, but he’d be dead before he ever admitted that. “Come on, we just need to figure out how to do the pole thing and the rest will be so easy.”

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antigoneawake​:

her melody didn’t pause or hitch, but instead seemed to curl expectantly around the words interjected by octavian. each finger strained against the taut strings as her bow pulled and pushed in unpredictable rhythm. “I’m in a bad mood.” she agreed. tig closed her eyes. at least she had warned him. “if you want to.”

♞ —–

Octavian smiled warmly. “I always want to.” The bench close by was wet from the rain, so he remained standing close by, just listening to Tig play for a little while. “If you were in the mood to talk, I’d ask what has your mood so sour. Perhaps over the crumpets. And a nice cup of coffee.” 

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zinazaps​:

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“and like I said, it’s barely music. I would know. you’ve got shit tastes.” zina said with an airy, dry amusement. like any good rockstar, she did have several tattoos littering her body. poppies, roses, love potions, and witches mostly. there was the hex girl’s matching one, and the most recent graced her cheek. a little lightning bolt that flickered when she smiled. “I can always ask dex again. he’s usually more than happy to help.”

♞ —–

 “Oh, I do, huh? Well shit, in that case I better take your songs out of the mix. Can’t have your band associated with my shit taste, right?” When he finally swiveled around and scooched a little closer on his chair, machine in hand. “Hey, if you want to leave this is the last chance. Make sure to wash my stencil off before you’re out the door though.” 

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kxngdomcxme​:

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Fizzy stared at Markus, then went back to the radio - fiddling with the knobs and attempting to find a good channel. “And every good camping trip will not be successful without equally as good music. Now, are you seriously so inept as to put up a tent?”

♞ —–

Markus shook his head and rolled his eyes when Fizzy made no move to let the radio be. “Oh, you’re right. Especially when the rain hits and the radio goes on the fritz because we don’t have a roof over our heads yet.” He knew, of course, that she wasn’t just some airhead blonde, but right now he couldn’t shake the feeling that she was trying to convince him of the opposite. “I’m not one of your roadies, Fiz. This is a two person job, so get over here.” 

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of-beasts-and-blood​: 

✍

“Oh, drabness doesn’t bother me. I’m looking for the classifieds.” He could’ve sworn he recognised the man from somewhere. His vision betrayed him sometimes though, so he could never truly be sure. “Truth be told, I’m– I’m looking for a new place to stay. My previous room fell victim to an explosion. Not exactly ideal conditions for a home office.” 

He took a further second to consider the man, following the nagging feeling in his brain. It clicked. “You own a store here, in Knockturn Alley, correct? The cursed items emporium. An impressive collection indeed.” He stood up and held out his hand. “Shivaun Reaver. I study curses.”

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♞ —–

Octavian had some sharp words about the P.A.M. attack on the tip of his tongue, but didn’t know the man quite well enough to voice them. “What a shame. I’m so sorry,” was the far more palatable response. 

“Ah, I see. A man of culture.” With how bad of a reputation anything curse related had, he was always a little extra happy when he met another person with similar interests. “Octavian Borgin, pleasure.” He took the Shivaun’s hand and gave it a firm shake. “Should your search for a suitable room remain unsuccessful, I’m always open to renting out rooms in my home.” Except open here meant happy. The house was way too big to spend all his time there by himself. 

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laser-leia​:

where; Hyde Park whomst; someone

Leia wasn’t necessarily into grafitti, but they weren’t not into either. Currently they were holding a jar of spray paint and staring at a garbage can in contemplation. “Think I still remember how to do art?”

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♞ —–

Markus shrugged. “What if you don’t? What’s the worst thing that could happen?” To him, art had always been more about the process than the outcome. And if the only thing at stake here was a possible bad result, it was plenty worth the risk. 

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leo-huxley​:

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“Why can’t it be both, Marky?” Leon grinned, holding the radio. “They’re playing Lorcan’s latest stuff. Gotta rep the buddies, you know.” Besides he totally had started setting up his tent. It was a work in progress. Wasn’t this a vacation all about taking it slow?

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♞ —–

“Yeah, and I had to listen to that song at least fourty-five times before it was ever even properly recorded. How can you still listen to that?” It wasn’t so much that Lorcan’s music was bad. But he had started humming the main guitar riff a month ago and without fail made sure to inform Markus about every new line he finished writing. New as it may be, to him, it was already tired. “Do you think we could get any muggle stations out here? Some BBC radio, maybe?”

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werewclfry​:

— 🌙

“What, guy like you getting stood up? That’s pretty grim news for guys like me then.” Arlo rubbed his face and laughed. If even the guys that looked like they could be on the cover of a magazine were starting to have a hard time now, he was all but fucked. Perhaps literally. He set down the plate to free his hands, took the notepad from his apron pocket and started adding up the guy’s accumulated drinks. “Tell you what. I could go ahead and take my break right now. I was going to grab some lunch at the kebab place down the street if you’re still hungry and don’t want to have dinner on your own?”

♞ —–

“What, no. I didn’t get stood up. Not like that, at least,” Markus lied, knowing full well he did get stood up - like that. But as long as he denied it, his ego could remain unbruised. Folding and unfolding his napkin kept his hands busy. It helped keep the awkwardness at bay, at least to a degree while the waiter did his maths. “Wow, you really got to love your job to even keep customers company while on break. Are you sure that wouldn’t bother you at all?”

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lauredeschamps​:

Laure gritted her teeth, resisting the urge to smack his hand away in stubborn defiance. They had asked for Octavian’s help and he’d provided it. Getting mad over not immediately excelling would be childish and dumb. Laure was better than that. They accepted his hand with a huff and struggled back to their feet.

“But you move so fast! ‘Ow am I supposed to be faster zan zat? Eet ees impossible.”

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♞ —–

“You think too much,” Octavian said as he made his way back over to his spot. “You can’t see me reach for my wand and start assessing risks. It shouldn’t matter what my next move is, you should always know yours.” He whipped around again and waited for Laure to get into position. “In real life, you might get a lot worse than this. If you always go for the disarming spell first, every time, without thought, at worst you disarm someone innocent and at best you safe your own life.” 

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xavecamour​:

where: knockturn alley with: @pxlxrize ( markus )

Some people called the alley a dark place. George liked to think of it in a different way. The people who lived in the alley rarely concealed who they were. They were open about their ‘darkness’, their activities and their employment. They were in the company of their equals. Of people who did not look down on them, because they themselves were not at the greatest heights to do so, and he was glad of it. Never had a place felt more like home to him. 

Standing outside his betting shop, the light blinking slightly in the window and his favourite Doberman, Baby, sitting obediently by his side, he lit up a cigarette and exhaled a large, grey cloud of smoke into the night’s sky. It looked ominous against the inky black shadows that filled the alley. “Evenin’ Markus” he called into those shadows, noticing the figure walking up the alley. “Yer stoppin’ in tonigh’ or on yer way home?”

♞ —–

The roads of Knockturn Alley weren’t particularly safe. They were predictable. There was no threat hiding in the shadows that he didn’t expect, so even when George is a shady person in a dark corner somewhere, there is a familiarity between them that made Markus stop for a chat. “Evening George.” 

A glance at the dog had him missing his own. He looked down the road and considered the promise he made earlier that day that he’d be home on time tonight for once before he made his decision. “Of course I’m stopping in. I’m feeling extra lucky tonight and could use an after-work drink. Are you going to join me?” 

[pxlxrize]

where? ambrose’ place. with? @lvnarism​

“I’ve got good news and bad news.” Octavian called out, made sure to make noise. Heavy steps, his bag being dropped to the floor rather than put down. Anything to make Ambrose aware of his presence without startling him too much. Some days these days his mind seemed to wonder to some far off place. It was for the better of both men not to sneak up on him in this state.

He didn’t wait for an answer because he knew Ambrose couldn’t give one even if he wanted - and he usually didn’t. Didn’t even try to speak anymore. Hardly wrote things down for him or used that neat little spell he knew from God knows where that spelled his words out in the air if it wasn’t for cryptic warnings that made sense to nobody but Ambrose. It made things more urgent. Watching him drift away a little more each day.

“Good news is I think I finally found a way to rid you of that cursed string.” He knew to find him in the living room, draped across a couch. When he walked in, he held up an ornate ritual dagger for him to observe. “Bad news is this might hurt quite a bit.” 

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who? you! where? camping?

The remaining tent pegs were dropped on the floor with audible clattering. “Can you at least put the radio down until we’re all set up?” Or until Markus’ was all set up, it seemed. His expression looked like he was already done, but the half pitched tent behind him said otherwise. He wiped the dirt of his hands and crossed his arms, stern. “This is a camping trip, not a music festival.”