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Sirius Black. 24. hitwizard. Kieran Ollivander. 29. wandmaker

[sonoruss]

─── ☆ ❛❛ what's life without a little risk? ❞

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❛❛ have you seen a fallen star anywhere? ❞ ☆ ───

─── ☆ ❛❛ am I more than you bargained for yet? ❞

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❛❛ say a prayer and let the good times roll. ❞ ☆ ───

[avcrabbe]

"It's barely my scene, let alone yours." Arden's scene was mostly observatories, the great outsides and the glorious department of mysteries. The latter a place one he was counting the days until he was back to work, although with different projects. "And scandalise the whole party? Tempting, but is it really worth the trouble?" He could barely think that getting too comfortable even all on his own would be a worthy headache. His parents were unhappy and anything he would do could be reason for fault. Not new. He followed Kieran's lead to the bench, sitting down trying to stifle a groan. He pulled out a pain potion from his jacket's pocket and gulped it quickly. "Did you donate toy wands, by the way? I always thought those were the best when I was a kid, the candy ones? Brilliant."

[avcrabbe]

Despite constantly saying otherwise, he trusted Sirius. "It's not Alecto, at least." No, the nature of his betrothal was the surest thing in his life. Foggy didn't begin describing Arden's current state. And that was the problem: Arden worked in problem-solving, keeping information close to his chest. Most, if not all, of his current issues were either unsolvable or, required him to go jump the insurmountable barrier of speaking his mind exactly as it was. Sirius was an welcome distraction, a way to forget about his ails, to live a little in impossible could-bes. "There's life, career, the proverbial burning of the world." There was Elowen, and breaching that subject too far would bring Arden to a halt. "Should I really get started?"

[reveliios]

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂: closed | 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: malfoy manor, francesca fudge foundation yuletide ball | 𝚃𝙰𝙶𝚂: @sonoruss

❝  please  tell  me  you’re  just  as  bored  as  i  am,  ❞  dirk  mutters  as  he  slides  up  beside  kieran,  champagne  flute  in  hand  but  barely  touched.  the  event  around  them  hums  with  polite  conversation,  stiff  smiles,  and  the  kind  of  small  talk  that  makes  his  skin  itch.  ❝  because  if  i  have  to  listen  to  one  more  person  drone  on  about  their  latest  investment  at  gringotts,  i  might  actually  hex  myself  for  entertainment.  ❞  just  because  he  works  with  the  goblins  doesn't  mean  he  knows  anything  about  the  inner  workings  of  the  bank.  he  tilts  his  head  toward  the  exit,  a  slow  smirk  creeping  onto  his  lips.  ❝  what  do  you  say  we  make  a  break  for  it  ?  find  a  real  party  ?  one  where  the  drinks  are  strong,  the  music  isn’t  dreadful,  and  no  one’s  trying  to  bore  us  to  death  with  useless  conversation  ?  ❞

[magnoliainjune]

yuletide gala for the memory of francesa fudge

adelina & kieran @sonoruss

Adelina had been waiting for such an event to appear, in death comes celebration, guilt, gift, grief, greed- the four g's of passing. She knew it well from the resulting weeks, months...years after her fathers death. She felt her family partied so they didn't have to be alone, funeral wakes going into late evening and breaking dawn until exhaustion demanded attention. In the midst of it all there were sisters, cousins, and more all coming forth to claim a piece of what was once her fathers...greed. Her mother wondering the halls in the night, checking his study, looking for his return, grief. Neighbors hand delivering more sweets and cards of charitable donations than she thought possible, gift. She'd eaten so much of it all trying to fill up the space left by his death that she still couldn't look at Cranachan without feeling like she'd burst into tears. Guilt...it never went away. Every breath she took that her father did not was a reminder of why she was doing what she was. Even knowing if her mother found out she would beg her to stop. She did it for a hope, for a better promising someday.

Maybe this party was the same...maybe not. Del had her doubts. Purebloods tended to have ulterior motivations. Many of which she couldn't make sense of and yet she tried. Not that she asked, but more than she snooped. Watched. Dipping away from the party when she was sure no one would miss her to explore darker halls. Not that she thought they'd all be open...chances were she couldn't and wouldn't get very far and still she tried. Circling about until she came back and upon hearing foot steps hid behind a corridor only to slink out half behind the corner when she realized it was only Kieran, "You know it isn't advised to sneak up on a lady". Del pushed forward, "Are you enjoying the party?"

[magnoliainjune]

Amity preferred field work, getting into the grit of things and pushing herself to the limits. However, there was something special to be had working under the apprentice of the famous Newt Scamander. An accomplishment that she had dreamt of as a young girl, one she didn't think would ever be possible for her as a wix from the middle of no where mountains of North America. She felt of course mister Scamander would have countless talented wix looking for his guidance. Wix from notable backgrounds, with more impressive education than her. All Amity felt she had going for her was her tenacity. She'd only been writing letter to Newt since she was eleven years old and found a stranger creature in the caves she explored and sought his opinion all those years ago. Maybe another wix would have stopped writing once they got their answer, but Amity did not. She had a knack for the written correspondences and eventually through her career and not giving up she found herself where she once only dreamed of existing. Much of her life was like that- a dream she didn't dare hope for aloud, not until she could grab it and hold it close.

She liked to believe it kept her grounded, yet when Kiernan Olivander waltzed in she was reminded of hope, of creativity and ambition. Greeting him with a smile she spun about on her chair before hoping to her feet, "Easy," she proclaimed in the thick Appalachian drawl she never bothered to push off her tongue. Opening a top desk drawer she provided a bag of assorted sweets, "I don't," she plucked one for herself offering the bag out to him as she crossed the front of her desk. "I'm not much in the business for denying myself life's simplest pleasures," swallowing a bite she waved a hand, "The man will stop adventuring when he's in the ground, and even then I'm not so sure," she explained while sitting atop her desk, "You come around lookin' for him or just hopin' I'd have some sweets to share?" Amity teased with a warm smile, "What's up darlin?"

[rcmvsj]

sometimes words weren’t necessary between them to know what was going on in each other’s heads. he had the same connection with james and peter. for remus, who was also quite observant, it was even easier to read looks and gestures. his green eyes followed sirius’s grey ones until they landed on the bandage around his wrist. the corner of his lips curved into something resembling a smile before he spoke. " woke up with my wrist broken the day after the full moon. not sure what happened—sometimes i miss hanging out with you lot like we used to at hogwarts. but—i get that you’re all busy. " he also knew that, if he asked, any of them would come to keep him company, but he didn’t want to disrupt their routines like that. the past three years had been enough. " anyway, i went to see peter to have it checked out, " he decided to leave out the new scratches now marking his back. it wasn’t something pleasant for any of them to hear. " and it’s all good now. " he sighed, shaking his head. " yeah, that’s a possibility too, " he shrugged lazily, still aching from the consequences that came with the new missions for remus. " me? oh—no, nothing. don’t think they’d be interested in my… human side. " he rolled his eyes with a hint of amusement on his face. they’d probably have approached him if it was a different time of the month. " but i appreciate it. the interrogations... they put me in a foul mood. you usually don’t get anywhere with them unless you’ve got proof—and as far as i know... there’s nothing. " but maybe he didn’t know everything. it wasn’t like they’d be handing any info over to him. "anyway—do you happen to have a cigarette, pads? left mine at home. "

[nathanielflint]

Typically, if Alice was availing of happy hour drinks, she was surrounded by company. Either it was a planned occasion with friends or impromptu visit with some coworkers, it was wholly uncommon for Alice to be at a bar on her own, with a cocktail. But after the week she had, it was warmly welcomed. Things were always intense for an auror, but this particular week had left Alice exhausted and in dire need for a break. Stirring the cocktail with the array of fruit which had been shoved on a cocktail stick in hopes of adding a flourish to the 1 galleon and six sickle drink.

As Kieran responded, the brunette grinned. “ I must say, you look somewhat distressed.” She teased, a friendly tone to her voice. “That sounds nice, I figure we both could do with company.” The pair were a similar age and often attended the same parties back in school. Fond memories flooded back to her, it was a time when life seemed a lot easier . Many years had passed, but Alice could recall how light she once felt. Now, tension and worry seemed to consume her. Perhaps it was her more in need of company. “I suppose you’re right,” It was a morbid thought, but in such times, it wasn’t unheard of. “How are you? It’s been a long time.”

[enchantmecnts]

talking about her family only happened on rare occasions, with only a handful of people. but sirius and andromeda seemed to be tied by that rare exception, and somehow, no matter how hard she tried to put her feelings into words, and stretch them into something tangible for people to grasp. in the end, she feared that no one but sirius was the only one who would truly understand. after all, they were tied by the same fate.  now, dragging her feet awkwardly and trying to keep her back from slouching, it seemed their earlier conversation had dissolved into the pool of liquor, leaving them only with the kind of absurdity that somehow brought comfort. even her scraped knees felt more comedic than painful, and she couldn’t help but laugh, blaming poor sirius, who was in an even worse state, for the mishap. “ you were supposed to catch me. i’m your favourite cousin.” andromeda declared, brushing the dirt off from her knees. “ no, you’re the only one drunk, i’m simply in a good mood.” she giggled. obviously drunk. "you’re so childish ! " she huffed, sticking her tongue out before breaking into a grin that barely held as another giggle threatened to burst free. “ you’re right, i’d rather be eaten by those rats. why are mothers so …” her brows scrunched, eyes shifting as she looked up and tried to find the right words in the damp air. “ terrifying. or maybe that’s only a requirement for mothers of the black family. ” another laugh. one that might have been meant to conceal something, but in her intoxicated state, hazy and foolish thoughts won out. “ i think i’d be a terrifying mother, too.” it was a sad thought, but one she couldn’t shake. she wouldn’t know how to love like a good mother. to give that kind of love, you had to have felt it first. but it didn’t matter. she wasn’t a mother, probably would never be one. right now, she was just very, very and terribly drunk ... “  i guess our family is supposed to be that way," she mused. "terrifying. but maybe that’s useful… somehow. we should make use of that fact more often. we should team up and be terrifying together.  ” andromeda rambled.  before she could process the thought any further, sirius already launched himself onto her back. for exactly half a second andromeda remained upright, before her knee buckled like a cheap chair. with a quiet yelp, she collapsed straight onto the pavement again. this would hurt tomorrow. but at least she’d have an excuse, while embarrassing, to visit the hospital to see that special someone. “ oh, i think i’m dead. i’m sirius …” she managed the most foolish and overused pun in the presence of her cousin. “ but i refuse to die !!! ” she announced, nearly shouting. then, almost immediately ( and miraclously ) she sprang back to her feet, now grabbing his leg , dragging sirius strairght through a puddle. “ i guess, it’s also hair-wash day today for you, you can thank me later. where do you live again ?”

[petrificusx]

Corban narrowed his eyes ever so slightly at the other man, unsure if this was some sort of joke or not. Not that it had particularly mattered to him then — no, Corban was deeply occupied with other concerns. Whatever happened with a damned critter had absolutely nothing to do with him, and he found himself growing quietly irritated as the worker took his time to find the little thing instead of helping him. This of course did not show on Corban himself — years of private etiquette classes instilled the best manners in him and he looked the picture perfect image of casual patience as he “politely” waited by the counter for the shopkeeper to conclude his little game with the animal. When it was recovered, he feigned relief for the worker, and waited until their back was fully turned to let out the eye roll he’d been concealing so efficiently. When finally the worker returned to look at the wand, Corban straightened from where he’d casually leaned on the counter and watched as Kieran inspected the damaged wand. “No, no, no,” he chuckled, shaking his head, “This was not my mistake. Thankfully my own wand is in one perfect piece, I promise you that, Ollivander. No, this is the doing of a visiting diplomat from the States, actually. And between you and me—” He leaned elegantly on his elbow, braced on the top of the counter as he lowered his voice, “I don’t exactly buy his silly story about slipping on a slick spot on the pavement and his wand ‘falling’ out of his pocket and rolling onto the path of a youth riding a penny-farthing.” It was a ludicrous idea; perhaps instead the American sat on his own wand and just didn’t want to tell the embarrassing truth. “What do you say, can it be fixed or should I make some funeral arrangements on behalf of my ‘yankee friend’?”

[impcrios]

peter was so tired, but yet he still tried to have something of a social life. he smiled at sirius, shrinking his robes and putting them in his pocket before sitting down across from the other. peter smirks shaking his head. "how charming," peter says, rubbing his temple. "i feel like a thousand gallons, what do you mean?" he jokes before grabbing his friends drink and taking a sip of it for fun and then handing it back. "not much, no." he sighs. he hadn't seen much of anyone, really, other than his patients. "how are you, padfoot?"

[xofvanity]

Emma was rarely in Diagon Alley. It wasn't that she disliked the alley. She was just a very busy person. Being an awesome quidditch player didn't come without a lot of dedicated practice. It meant that she was a busy lady, and didn't often have down time. Today was a rarity where she actually had time to herself. It was strange to not be on the pitch, or to be working out. But, she supposed she was excited to spend some time on herself. Maybe she'd go buy a new book that would go on her never ending to be read pile. "Uh...." She hadn't expected anyone to actually talk to her. But, she was polite, and so she did spot. "Umm..... I have not." Though she didn't really know what the other person was talking about. "Umm..... what is Sonic?"

[moonvcils]

stepping into ollivanders, vespera realized she had not been within the shops walls since procuring her own wand. she wondered if that was normal. she suspected as such, since perhaps the only other reason to step into the shop was for wand repair or perhaps replacement if someone's wand was damaged beyond repair. the idea alone sent a shiver down her back.

of course any thoughts of the shop and her reason for coming was gone the second the shop keep spoke up. her eyes immediately went to look around the shop for the small animal he mentioned.

"no... i did not. but i'll keep looking." while she found most humans to be terribly irritating, vespera did enjoy most animals. and the idea of the little hedgehog getting out and potentially coming into some harm was enough for her to mean it when she said she'd look for him. "does he have any hiding places he revisits when he runs off?"

[impcrios]

she understood the reference, which made her smile briefly. she did have brothers after all that started their mornings watching the television, it was just hard to imagine anyone in the wixen world to know what that was given they were so isolate. "i see," she says instead, smiling briefly. when the little thing decides to show up she smiles again before looking down at her wand. "i'm an obliviator," she starts off saying, "had a case and i don't know," mary sighs, "i guess i'm just wondering if my wand was off or if i was off." it had all ended fine once her partner stepped in, perhaps it had just been a bad night for mary, which was uncommon, she did consults around most of europe for her ways of obliviation and memory work, maybe she was doing too much and needed a break, but she wanted to know for sure. "i guess i'm just wondering if my wand is faulty." she says, presenting it. "it's a silver lime wood wand with unicorn hair, 12 1/4 inches, and high flexibility." she says, remembering what garrick ollivander said when he presented to her when she first came in this shop.

[sehested]

⸻ ✧⠀ ⠀   liang had just filled his lungs with air to greet the other man when his question cut off his intentions. frowning in confusion at what he was talking about, he watched kieran look around. his head tilted slightly to the right side while he waited for clarification, standing by the door. and it came with his next question, making the chinese man go "oh" when he finally understood what the subject was.

so it was his turn to look around, trying to find the little runaway. ━━ now you’ve got me scared to take a single step. i’m not moving until you find the little guy. ━━ he declared, serious in his words. just the idea of hurting any animal, big or small, would easily break his heart. such an animal lover. ━━ have you ever thought about putting some type of glowing spell on his spines or something? just so you don’t lose sight of him?

[ofdorcasx]

"How did I ever end up with two Blacks in my life" Dorcas teased with a little laugh. It was funny though. One of the biggest names known in the elitist world, and here she was, a lowly muggleborn having collected two of them. It was amusing. Dorcas sighed, a pout on her lips. "Ugh...." That was her only words. She bit her lip though, turning a to look at Sirius. Now that she wasn't as much in her internal pity party, she could sense that he was speaking from some sense of experience, rather than just offering her advice. "Sounds like you've gone through something similar....." She murmured, biting on her lip. "Wanna talk about it?" She took another sip of her coffee, and just smiled. She understood if he didn't, but she also wanted to be there for her friend.

"Just feels like nothing we do is doing any good." They always seemed to be 10 paces behind. And it sucked. "I sometimes wonder if I'd have a better life if I'd just stuck to the muggle world." Of course, she wouldn't have met her amazing friends. But then again, she wouldn't be risking her life. She'd be safe. Probably insanely bored, but safe. Dorcas smiled at his words, gently nudging him back. She was glad that the conversation was a little less serious now. "You're stuck with me Black. Whether you like it or not." But luckily, she had a feeling he did like it.

[impcrios]

when regulus found a lead, he would pick at it. was there a leak on his brother's side? and the question was, would regulus try and string it out? of course he would, because at the end of the day, regulus was not a good person, despite loving his brother, they both were on different sides of the war, and he if he knew as brother as he thought he did, he knew that at some point, they'd be on opposite sides. sirius chose that when he chose james potter and gryffindor. and regulus knew he was now facing the consequences of it. "i see." he says, the smirk on his lips still prevalent, but he looks away, taking another drag from the cigarette. "at least lestrange is there," he says with a sigh, the only competent one, he thinks, the only one that they can really trust for information, should he choose to tell them. "my department is fine." he says, running a hand through his hair. "at least where i work." not that he could tell sirius much of that. "it's good for the brain," he says again, almost teasing about what he could and couldn't say, but regulus was always like that. "hm, yes, i did hear about narcissa." he nods his head. "it's a good match for the black's and malfoy's." he genuinely liked lucius malfoy, and was glad that it had happened, plus, knowing he would be somehow family with vespera malfoy was part of the excitement, he loved her. "vespera and i are quite close." he says with a small genuine smile. when sirius asked if there's a betrothal for him his face almost deters, but he's learned to train himself when it came to betrothals. in his mind, he can't help but think of barty, and how he would pick him over any match. "no, sirius." he says, another smirk. "i fear mother is in bereavement to be thinking about betrothals." and thank salazar for that, who would want to marry a gay man?