#(thread:greta)

[the-king-shacklebolt]

closed for @caughtlovebones​

The hardest part of this whole mess was that Kingsley could not grieve with is fellow Order members because they had no idea he was with The Order. Still, Kingsley was going to find creative ways to take care of his friends without drawing suspicion. Starting with Greta, who, no doubt, was taking care of everyone else and putting herself last. That was her M.O., and Kingsley was going to make sure someone was taking care of her. Not that Edgar wasn’t doing an adequate job, the couple were goals for any young hopeless romantic, but everyone needed a little extra help these days.

Thankfully, St. Mungo’s wasn’t an odd place for Kingsley to be. Work often brought him here. Sometimes he was hit by a spell or injured on the job, and Greta had always been his go-to gal, so it was not odd for him to be visiting her. Kingsley found her in the hallway by the staff room. “Greta! How is my favorite physician doing? I’ve got food, compliments of my mother. And me, who asked her to make it.”

[auroras-sinistra]

proper spy work || a&f&g

july 22 hole-in-the-wall-restaruant, london @gretacatchlovc & @florence-wilson

It was a risk, and possibly not even a good one, but Aurora needed to start making bold strokes if she was going to help any of the organizations gain some ground on the Death Eaters. It was a big risk to take though, bringing other people into the fold. If they were to tell other people and someone else picked up on her truth, if could mean a bad ending for Aurora. A very bad ending.

She trusted Greta and Florence though. One person from each organization that could take her information and, hopefully, put it to good use. Still, that was two people too many knowing Aurora’s secret, but really there was no other way. People needed to know for her plan to work well. So, she’d sent them a note. A date, place and time. No name or extra information. She didn’t know if it would convince them to come, but it was the best she could do. 

The clock struck 8pm and Aurora sat at a table in the back corner of some Chinese restaurant. When both women show up, albeit a little after 8pm, Aurora was happily surprised to see them there. “Thank you for coming. We have a lot to talk about, mainly you need to listen to what I have to say, but I have a feeling you will find my information invaluable. The first thing you need to know is my engagement is a sham, in some ways at least, and if you repeat to anyone what I tell you today, even those in the Order,” she looked at Greta, “or Aversio” she looked at Florence, “I will not hesitate to wipe your memory or kill you. Is that understood?”

[auroras-sinistra]

i get by with a little help from my “friend” || aurora & greta

Spring 1970 Hogwarts Ravenclaw Dormitory @gretacatchlovc

Everyone else was at dinner in the Great Hall and Aurora was, well, not. It had taken months, but Aurora had finally earned a spot at a Slug Club dinner party. The elite Slug Club for the smartest, richest and best students at Hogwarts. Aurora had never been chosen before, which she found highly suspect, but then again she wasn’t exactly the easiest person to get along with... Which probably had a lot to do with it. 

None of that mattered though because she had an invite. A trial run, but it was still an in. Now, she just had to really impress Slughorn. Aurora had the brains, but she didn’t have anything else... personality or poise or appearance. Oh, her grandmother would kill Aurora if she found out the Ravenclaw wore nothing but sweaters and jeans on a daily basis when she wasn’t in her robes. Aurora needed help, but she wasn’t close to anyone in her year... With the exception of one lone Hufflepuff.

She’d invited Greta over to, well, work miracles on Aurora. Well, that and Greta was the only person Aurora knew that would happily skip a feast to help the less fortunate. So, Aurora helped Greta into the common room and showed her to the very sparse wardrobe she owned. “So... Thanks for doing this. I don’t really have any options. Or fashion sense.”