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[hey-juliette]

It was still early in the evening, and the night of bar hopping had been successful so far. Juliette had been to two pubs thusfar, and this was her third. Of course, she only had a drink per pub, but all things considered, she was at least a bit tipsy as she walked into this one. Heading straight to the bar, she ordered her third drink, and sat by another young woman. She was certainly attractive, which Juliette noticed immediately. Flashing her a grin, she turned to the side and attempted an introduction.

“I don’t believe we’ve seen each other before, and I would remember a face like yours,” she cooed, in her French accent. “What’s your name? Surely it must be rather unique, to match your beautiful exteriror.”

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[staygoldengilderoy]

Gilderoy’s hair had completely grown back. It was a cause worth celebrating, and there was no one else he’d rather celebrate it with than Mafalda. Perhaps it was the trauma bonding or perhaps she’d just grown on him more than anticipated, but Gil genuinely liked Mafalda. Maybe if he got drunk and brave enough today he could tell her about his family. Maybe she’d like them as much as Addy did. For now though, start small.

Or rather, start with a large bottle of red wine. Maybe they should stop drinking so much. Maybe not, though.

“Mafalda!” He sang as he knocked on the door to her apartment, “It’s me your favorite person in the whole world!” She’d probably deny that but Gil knew the truth. They were damn good friends now and she couldn’t fight it.

“I have wine and the best news ever and it doesn’t even involve Benjy Fenwick!” Not that he didn’t have news on that front. It just wasn’t the celebration news. He’d save it for later.

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[benjy-andthejets]

The Daily Prophet seemed to be putting out strange article after strange article nowadays. All of the mysterious circumstances that were going on lately seemed to be getting little coverage with no leads, which of course, was concerning. Benjy had even thought about disregarding the paper all together, but for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to stop reading it completely. Something in the back of his mind always wanted to check, Merlin forbid anything terribly serious take place like the night of Halloween. 

It was a shame, to read the latest of events. Wondering what the ministry would do to try and solve where the plant had come from, Benjy folded up the paper nicely and tucked it away, only to notice that someone was standing before him. “Oh, sorry. How long were you there for? Must have got lost in thought...”

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[toomcnairtocare]

Walden had lost sight of Daisy.

Sybill Trelawney had broken out in some vision, people had scattered, and Walden had lost sight of his wife. One moment she’d been there, right at the edge of his sightline and perfectly safe. The next, the room had erupted in chaos and she’d vanished.

Maybe she’d just gone back to her room. She could be just fine. He could go check on her and she’d be right there waiting.

Only he couldn’t quite remember the way. He never took Muggle Studies, and the way here he’d been a little distracted.

Walden spun on the spot, searching the crowd for anyone who may be even remotely helpful. Someone base, someone he’d normally ignore, someone who had probably taken Muggle Studies at some point.

He caught sight of bright red hair and made a beeline.

“Oi!” What has been the name of Lucian’s second pet project again? Give him a moment, he knew this. “Hopkick!” Probably close enough. “I need you.”

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