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𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐃𝐒 : let yourself be gutted. let it open you. start there.
dependent multi-muse written by vicky for noxtms ! originally established in 2020, re-established in 2023.
clementine weasley : forty - three, barista at cup o'magic, former healer. dudley dursley : twenty - nine, muggle liaison at the ministry for magic. tempest clearwater : thirty - one, holyhead harpies beater & owner of the closed tattered covers.
𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 : accepting for all characters !
EUPHORIA ( SEASON 1 ) SENTENCE STARTERS
𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 : diagon alley !
he's doing his best, and for what it's worth, there haven't been any mishaps until this moment in which it all goes wrong. well, not all of it. worse, still, would be the shelter dog that he's taking for a very long socialisation walk getting free of her leash in the middle of the wixen capitol and making a run for it, which she hasn't done. it's just not ideal for her to tug the way she does, as suddenly as she does, when he's least expecting it - they're at the home stretch, after all, and how's she going to get a good grade in 'day trip' if she's thrown away all the lessons he's spent so much time teaching her at the final hurdle ? harry isn't quick enough to chastise her - he intakes, sharp, and manages to pull her back before she gets muddy paw prints all over their clothes, but even as his cheeks start to redden ( he still hates attention drawn to him, still can't escape it ), it's obvious that she doesn't realise she's done anything wrong. her tail wagging happily, her tongue lolling out the side of her mouth, he doesn't think he needs to say it since it's so obvious but he figures it's worth it just in case they're nervous around dogs and sheepishly, he tells them, "sorry about that. she's just excited. rory, bad."
clementine is only just awake. it'd been a hectic day at the café today, with never-ending queues and no time in-between any service to get the usual tasks done – her shift had technically ended about 45 minutes before she'd left, as well, but it'd been so bad that she'd felt awful just leaving them to it. she'd stuck around to clean up and get a start of the administration that was always needed after closing, only leaving when one of the other baristas had physically forced her out of the door because there wasn't a chance in hell that her boss would approve it as overtime. her eyes keep fluttering closed even as she's walking, so she doesn't spot harry & his furry friend until the friend in question has already tried to leap at her. “ merlin! ” she flinches away before she realises what, in fact, is coming towards her. there's a long pause as she looks down at the delighted dog, blinking slowly, brain struggling to play catch-up. as soon as it does register, she's crouching to say hello – smile materialising out of nowhere, hands in her fur and scritching behind an ear. “ oh, hello gorgeous. ” rory is just as enthusiastic once clementine has accepted her presence, startling a laugh out of her. it's only after she's started petting the dog that clem realises she knows the walker, and she realises that the exhaustion has definitely gone to her head. she smiles up at him. “ harry! lovely to see you. alright, alright, lovelier to see you. ” the latter is directed at rory, who seems to have taken light offence at clementine's attention shifting.
PROMPT : "oh, you’re the other one. got it." LOCATION: the merry maiden FEATURING : @fortnas !
“ yeah. ” dudley's nodding before he's really taken in what ned is saying, arms already piled high with boxes that need to be placed … somewhere. with no experience with bartending, dudley is not at all sure how he's managed to get himself in this situation. he thinks it might it speak some volume about the desperation that was needed to fill these couple of hours with another body to cart things around that ginny's uncle even said yes to his volunteering offer. it's only a bridge between two shifts of people who actually know what the fuck they are doing, but he's starting to get a sinking feeling that maybe ned is going to end up hating his guts. it takes far too many moments for it to register, but then what he's nodding along too finally settles in. “ huh? ” he peers over the top of the boxes, eyebrows furrowed. “ sorry, who did you think i was? ”
❝ corrosive. sticking charm too, maybe. this hungry little beauty would just latch on and keep eating and eating and eating away if i didn’t come prepared, ❞ he explains, tilting his hand to show off the ribbons of smoke curling up from the points of contact on his fingers. dragonhide gloves were NOT cheap, but gringotts only ever used the very best, and gloves made of magic-resistant leather was a must for their hired con. sticky fingers were his specialty and keeping them protected was his priority—near as much of a priority as protecting tempestʻs too-curious fingers. he matches the quicksilver flashes of pout then smirk, a mirrorball in human form and ever prepared to read the room to see how any given interaction might shake out for him. in this case, he keeps the smile fixed and ready for all criticisms. ❝ what, this smile ? ❞ he asks, lips pulling over teeth that were the slightest bit crooked. there were spells to fix that, but bill found that most people did not trust a smile that was too straight or too white. besides, the unevenness often drew attention away from the fact that his canines were a touch too long for comfort. ❝ only the particularly distrustful patrons would read anything in this smile. besides, ❞ and here the smile turns near caustic, all mischief in a manner that is seen most often on the faces of his younger brothers. then again, he had worn it first. ❝ i have to do something to stay in business, don’t i ? ❞
there's a buzz up their spine as he explains, shows off the smoke coming off of his gloves, one that echoes ( and to the untrained eye, could be ) a shudder. while tempest's expression is steady, their bright eyes belie that notion, filled with ceaseless curiosity, hands practically twitching with the insatiable urge to reach out. they clasp those hands together behind their back with a concealment that also doubles as an over-the-top innocent facade. their “ how awful. ” is insincere and sounds as much, drawing a quick frown before they settle back into the conversation. bill's smile draws their own back out with ease, and the way he mimics their expressions is perhaps the one thing that could have drawn them away from the allure of the cursed brooch. one could accuse them of being flighty, but tempest's curiosity had always been far more interested in people than in objects – even magical ones. much to their sister's chagrin, at times. “ that's the one. positively devilish. ” their tone says over-the-top posh disapproval, their matching grin says the very opposite. their tongue runs across the sharp points of their own teeth, mischief meeting mischief, the finger that tapped his chin coming to tap their own in the pretence of thoughtfulness. “ are you familiar with the typical patrons? i would say more mistrustful than not. ” they gesture towards where they estimate the bag has gone, realising several moments too late that they've revealed their hand & the way they were tracking it in their peripherals. “ perhaps with good reason. ”
TIME: just after 2am , the morning of may 3rd FEATURING: @graciieux !
they'd booked a room in one of the run-down inns near hogsmeade, one of the only places left with any spaces on short notice, because sleeping in the castle always feels just a bit wrong. even after so many years of attending the memorials, out of necessity, tempest is still wrong-footed by the thought of being back in that headspace of being a student. it's just past 2am, and they couldn't sleep, and they're lurking in the darkness sat on the wall outside of the inn wishing they smoked more than just socially. anything to have a real excuse to be out here, to wile away the hours with the just-too-cold breeze teasing underneath their cropped pyjama top. they've not even got any cigarettes on them to pretend, far too reliant on bumming a smoke. they spot grace a moment too late to sleek away, aware they've already probably scared the shit out of her, and try to offer a smile that implies comradery rather than anything else. “ sneaking out or in? ”
PROMPT : what part of ‘hurry up’ did you not understand? TIME : may 2nd FEATURING : @hoggleswart / ezekiel !
it's unreasonably hard for dudley to keep his cool, right here & right now. if his job wouldn't be on the line ( assuming, actually, that ezekiel would be able to pick him out of a lineup, which the devil on his shoulder says wouldn't be the case ), a two finger salute would've already been thrown in the direction of the grumpy fucker. even then, this isn't his job. he isn't on duty right now and, even if he was, he's not really sure that he would have to bow down to the orders of this guy except in a ceremonial way. that was trouble of being the big boss - you became more big and less boss. “ mate, i am doing you a favour here. ” dudley's instincts get the better of him, and though he collects himself a moment later, the bite in his voice is already out in the air.
PROMPT : ❛ aren't we in a good mood today? ❜ LOCATION/TIME : hogwarts grounds , during minister karkaroff's speech FEATURING : @monstrovs !
she's not really sure why she's here, other than the general expectation of attendance. even then, tempest could've shown up instead for one of the more fun events of the weekend and supported the youth playing quidditch. or even for the more impactful events. the ones that actually felt significant: they could've been a part of the goodbye ceremony that, in recent years, had actually brought tears to their eyes.
instead, they're staring down the barrel of a gun at antonin karkaroff and his platitudes. “ all thanks to our lord and saviour. ” they gesture at the man in question. it's likely just a side effect of hanging around niko far too much, but every time the elder karkaroff talks all tempest can picture is throwing an egg. or something. throwing something at him. it could be solidarity or it could just be a general distaste for authority.
more importantly than analysing that particular instinct, tempest is trying to figure out the best way to say i'm standing next to you for a reason without coming off psychotic. they don't think that would bother niko, per se, but they're not past the stage of trying to predict the unpredictable. they scratch an itch tempest wasn't aware they had until they met. after what feels like hours but is probably more like milliseconds, they lean into him & the oil and tobacco scent he gives off.
cara had been lost in thought since the moment she'd arrived. her gaze tracing the grounds with a quiet heaviness. the speeches had stirred something inside her—curiosity, grief, something she couldn’t quite name. the faces of those lost, the words spoken, it all felt so foreign to her. she hadn’t grown up in this world, hadn't been a part of all the suffering that had touched so many here. and now, with her protective shields finally lowered, cara found herself standing amidst it all, wanting to know and understand. the footsteps behind her pulled her out of her reverie, but before she could step aside, she felt someone’s heel press down on the back of her shoe. cara glanced over her shoulder, her hand instinctively brushing off the area where her shoe had been stepped on. her lips pulled into a slight, rueful smile as she caught sight of the other woman, still slightly off-balance from her own moment of distraction. “no harm done.” cara responded, her tone soft but warm, not quite the briskness of her usual self. “it's alright, really.” she paused for a moment, considering, before adding, almost quietly, “i suppose we’re all a bit lost in our own thoughts today.” cara's voice was gentle, like she was speaking more to herself than the woman who had stepped on her shoe. the weight of the event hung heavily in the air, and cara felt it weighing on her. as strange as it felt to be here, she knew this was something she had to do. she needed to be part of this, even if she couldn’t yet fully understand it.
there's something familiar about the girl who's shoe she's stepped on, but clem is too flustered at first to really put her finger on it. she's walking with purposefully smaller strides to try and avoid it happening again, the forced pep sounding out of place the second it comes out of her mouth. she's really not sure what to say : there aren't any words that really encompass the feeling that seems to settle over everyone at the memorial, even taking into account the brief moments of respite they get when they're all chatting and forget the event that's brought them together today.
then the puzzle pieces click into place, and clementine realises what makes this particular ‘stranger’ look so familiar, as opposed to the usual maybe we've been at the memorial at the same time before or maybe you were one of the kids who searched for judy or maybe i've served you coffee once or twenty times. she's a touch shocked to see how much of mary she can spot in her features.
“ is… are you cara? ” she's stopped in place, a hand hovering over the other's elbow to try and prompt her to leave the accidental procession they've all joined, voice matching the other's softness and warmth. “ sorry, i don't think we've met. i know your mum. ”
tempest, do you consider yourself a 'good' person?
HONESTY HOUR !
their face twists, teeth gritting, pulling against the push to answer honestly that has infected their systems. eventually, with a breathlessness that gives away the effort it has taken to let any words out, they say “ yes. no. ” something internally jars against it, hands clenching in each other. “ ish. sort of. ” there's a few more moments of silent war, before their shoulders slump. “ i just try not to think about it. ”
the job was simple enough. even if it was only ever contained to the businesses around diagon and itʻs connecting alleys, for the businesses who could afford for gringottʻs quality cursebreaking. the easy thrill of it was enough to have bill looking forward to it all year long. it was like clockwork: someone or other received some sort of heirloom for christmas and immediately following into the new years—with all it’s resolutions and cleaning—foisted it on some unfortunate pawn shop to spare themselves the hassle of trying to match great aunt hildegardʻs vase with their current furniture. the fun of it was when the vases weren’t just vases. ❝ iʻd be careful if i were you, ❞ he warns, voice mired in amusement even as he nimbly plucks a rather unfortunate looking brooch out of hand-reach, just in the nick of time. the dragonhide gloves are his only saving grace, and even those start steaming at the places of contact with the silver of the jewelry piece. not so pretty an end result. ❝ nasty bit of anti-theft warding. banned now, but probably not when this little darling was commissioned. ❞ he explains, not bothering to hide any of the interest that leaks into his consonance. it was the habit, the vice, to dig his teeth onto the exciting bits of magic, especially when those bits of magic bit back. the brooch gets slipped into an acromantula silk-lined bag, with all the nullifying properties: a specialty of the goblins, who knew how to manipulate magic in ways that wixen could hardly grasp at. ❝ might i suggest those lovely little earrings over in the corner ? they should be in the clear. ❞ the grin that crosses his face is an honest attempt at trustworthy: sales associate charm for all that heʻs never actually been in sales. ❝ checked ʻem myself. promise. ❞
there is no earthly reason for tempest to be here : they don't require anything in particular from the shop, nor do they massively trust the quality of the things that are for sell. their main motivation for even being here is to be around other people, and it hasn't been working out too well. the shop staff are keeping to themselves, not asking if there's anything they can help with and the other customers are few and far between. she's zoned out & about to give up when bill reaches over her, blinking hard when the dragonhide gloves appear as if out of nowhere. “ does it just burn? ” tempest's nose wrinkles, one hand moving as if to reach out and touch the brooch in his gloves. it hovers in the space above, instead, a smile sliding into place after a moment, as if it's an afterthought. when the brooch disappears into the bag, a split-second of pouting follows it, before they're grinning again. “ don't use that one, in future. ” they tap a finger against his chin to demonstrate they mean the grin, trying to disguise the way they're keeping track in their peripherals of where the bag goes. not for any particularly nefarious purposes, mostly because they're desperate to touch it and see what happens – perpetually the child in front of the fire who doesn't learn that fingers can't get involved. “ it implies you poisoned everything in this humble abode. ”
LOCATION : hogwarts grounds TIME : just after the speeches, may 2nd FEATURING : open ! @startertms
it's a sting to be back here. clementine had come every year, stayed for the full length of the memorial weekend, until they lost judith. the last couple of years since, she'd stayed for a day but somehow it felt disrespectful. both to judy and to those who had been lost before – for the former, it felt like no one had the space or will to acknowledge her loss, and for the latter it felt inappropriate to even want to mention judy. it was a lose-lose all around. this year, well, she's trying to do better. the solidarity that went into this event was so vital in the first few years after the war, and there's a part of her desperate to re-capture that.
the final speech is finished up, and the crowd is slowly moving towards the great hall for the feast. clem walks slower than usual, her body filled with fatigue. her eyes are pinned to the grass, but she still manages to not fully watch where her feet are going until she realises she's trodden on the back of someone's shoe. it's a talent ! “ oh merlin, sorry. ” she calls over their shoulder, forcing some pep into her voice. “ should be looking where i'm going. ”
PROMPT : promise me you won’t do anything stupid. FEATURING: @chacswins !
“ absolutely not. ” they're fine to leave it up to interpretation whether they mean i wouldn't do anything stupid, or i'm never going to promise that. if damien is being honest with himself, he's going to know that it's the latter anyway. they shrug, turning over the galleon in their hand nervously, tapping it on the table between them. “ i just wanted your opinion, as someone in the industry. ” tempest doesn't intend to make a face at the word 'industry', but using business-lingo when talking about this feels wrong, somehow. “ what would you do with tattered covers, if you were me? ”
given that they were several months out , bill wasn’t exactly sure how best to answer the question with any sort of grace . she technically hadn’t missed it for this current year . ❝ nah, it’s not for ages yet… ❞ he stretches the word out, all boyish smiles and childlike in a way that he always manages to be in front of clem, the sort of youthful innocence that feels funniest when pulled out for the aunt that he still claims even if the official connections are no longer there. really, far be it from him to think that family ties end when the relationship that once knotted you there no longer exists. clem and fleur sat near each other at christmas, after all. a sudden thought occurs to him then, and he nearly gives a full-body jolt when it hits him. ❝ oh shit , i haven’t missed your birthday , have i ? ❞ merlin, he hopes not. it wouldn’t do for him to be the last one to get her a gift and he’s shown up by uncle ned of all people.
【 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚠𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 : 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚢 ( @rebuildeds ) 】
she's not sure what in particular sparks the thought in her mind, just that as soon as it's appeared the question tumbles out of her mouth. an immediate fear comes over her : as clementine gets older and still hasn't figured out how to reliably use a calendar ( or any of the handy spells that mimic it ) the days seem to rush past and suddenly a birthday was a month ago and nothing had been bought. she's been BETTER at the niblings' birthdays, thus far, their childhood spectaculars engraving themselves into her memory enough that usually she's buying a present with a couple of days notice rather than belatedly. the relief she then feels when bill confirms it's not soon is enough to have her reaching out to twist his ear in jest, not hard enough to hurt, before she lets go and converts it into a one-armed hug. “ thank merlin. while i've got you though, what d'you want for your next one? ” that was the next hardest thing to remembering : figuring out what to get this complete brood of adults who weren't as enamoured with little trinkets that fit their interest-of-the-month. it didn't seem to get any easier the more adult they got. she detaches herself to settle back down in her own seat, shooing with her hands the mention of her own birthday. “ no no, it's not 'till may. less important, anyway. ”
INSTAGRAM AESTHETIC MEME ( from @bemyhcro ): 14. to show off their childhood !
this is a photo of the rugby pitch that dudley used to play at during his time at smeltings. in october 2024, there was an issue with his local club's pitch, and one of the other smeltings alumni reached out to the school to ask if they could train on the pitch on a tuesday evening, and they kindly agreed. despite how lighthearted he made the caption, it was WEIRD for dudley to be back here, and he wanted to commemorate it.
INSTAGRAM AESTHETIC MEME ( from @bemyhcro ): 5. to show off their family !
this is the first post tempest made after the events of the 24th/25th december 2022, when penelope was murdered. the photo itself is from september of that year, on the walk back from an evening when tempest & penelope went out for dinner together. it was posted at around 3.15am, and there was no caption on the post.
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