#{arthur: 01}

[nverholdme]

CLOSED EVENT STARTER | @mcstardently (arthur) LOCATION | THE FESTIVAL OF SAMHAIN (honouring)

It was an oddly strange feeling that she didn’t expect to have. When her first husband died, she didn’t care to honour his passing other than what society demanded but in the quiet of her home she celebrated and moved on fast. It was different with her second husband. His recent passing was a surprise that left a new feeling she didn’t know how to quell or dismiss as easily as she did the first. There was love there in its own way, the two of them doing their own thing but coming back to each other and a respect so she felt that she wanted to honour him unlike the first husband. It seemed right. Still, it surprises her just how careful she is with writing his name onto the piece of paper and moving to the bonfire, feeling the paper heavier than she expected. “Hugo Winchester,” he whispers slowly and carefully, saying each syllable before casting the paper into the fire and not moving until every part of it turns to ashes. She was so locked into the sight that she didn’t notice the new King appear. At first, she’s surprised by how stinkingly beautiful he is. Not handsome, that seemed such a small word to describe his allure. Then, she collected herself and offered a bow. “If you want time to yourself, your grace, please forgive me. I assume you are here for similar reasons as I am and I know how much silence can help peace come to you when thinking of those we’ve lost.”

[thorneheir]

CLOSED STARTER | @hanovr LOCATION | KENSINGTON PALACE

The very last thing Tobias wanted to do was accompany his family anywhere but there’d been an audience with the Queen that he had been dragged to go to. It meant there was no way of getting out of it, so he picked his normal stoic silence for the ride there that had been the attitude he’d opted for in the presentation to Her Majesty herself. Seeing that Tobias was in a more defiant mood, he had to wait outside but was more than happy with that if it meant he wouldn’t be sharing oxygen with the man.

No idea how much time had passed, he started to wander around and take in the palace. Maybe he’d been there as a child or from before he went away but it wasn’t familiar to him, and he liked seeing all the intricate details of the place. Completely lost in everything, he hadn’t noticed that he’d wandered quite far throughout the place so tried to find his way back but instead of getting to the original place he wandered, he ended up in an occupied sitting room. “Forgive me, I was quite turned around and I didn’t mean to interrupt you. Unless you’re looking for an interruption then you’re welcome, I suppose!” He’s trying his best to be charming, flashing a boyish smile that is a practised balance of humility and amiable.

[catherinestuart]

@artwindsor

the day at the consulate had been a long one, almost solely due to the video call with the queen in which she admonished catherine harshly for not being able to forewarn the crown about the breaking of ataraxia from alacrity. if the crown princess was any lesser person, she would’ve cried. however, it seemed as if the day was about to become much, much worse. “fuck.” barely a few steps in the lobby, she almost walked right into the unmistakable chest of one, prince arthur. her frown deepened. “oh, you’re here.” 

[siriushqs]

Since the last war, Sirius had found himself struggling with entertaining himself without other people around. It was hard still being attached to Grimmauld Place, he wanted to get away from there now, leave the past behind, but he knew that was impossible, his past would linger around him. He remembered a time when his friends feared him, hated him, when Harry hated him, and though that had all changed now, his thoughts occasionally wandered back to those times. 

More often than not, he found himself restlessly strolling through Diagon Alley, still hearing the whispers that seemed to surround him, though they had died down in the past year, people had other things to talk about. Sirius knew that he needed to get some supplies for a potion that might help him get his mother’s portrait off the wall, so he approached a shop, spotting a familiar tuft of fading ginger hair in the distance. 

“Arthur!” he called out with a grin. “Slacking off from work, are we?”

@arthur-percivalweasley​

[angelinahqs]

Angelina never wanted to overstay her welcome at the Weasley’s, so as the night drew to a close the woman began to gather her things and quietly excuse herself. Most of the Weasley’s had scattered themselves around the Burrow so it was easy to escape without protest now. She left a note saying thank you on the kitchen counter and made her way towards the door, pulling on her jacket, but she quickly realised that she hadn’t been as sneaky as she thought when she noticed a man sat on one of the chairs. 

“And here I was thinking I could get away without anyone noticing,” she smiled. “I wasn’t trying to be rude- I’ve just realised that if I say I’m leaving everyone makes me stay for another few hours and I’ve got practice tomorrow, so I’d be exhausted.” 

@arthur-percivalweasley​