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[kingsrustedcrown-blog]

06:30 PM August 25, 1979

Swinging his door open, he grinned at the familiar face that greeted him. “Miss Goldie that much, Withey? I reckon shes havin’ separation nerves as of late. You’ve been neglectin’ us all.” So maybe it hadn’t been that long, but Robert always craved being surrounded by people, and they had celebrating to do.

Despite Dawn not knowing it, both of their teams were in the finals. They were almost officially rivals, and some would consider his position one that would put the Harpies at a disadvantage, but even he wasn’t stupid enough to know the Harpies wouldn’t win tomorrow. All the same, he needed someone to ground him before heading off to the festivities tonight for a bit, and couldn’t think of anyone better to do so with.

[emorywilkes-blog]

Emory had finally found the Irish coven he’d been looking for, but unfortunately, the particular vampire he’d been after in hopes of making alliance had been missing. The battle that ensued the night before had left him more battered and bruised than Emory ever remembered being. Even sitting in his booth in the corner of the pub he’d gone to for lunch cause every part of his body to ache. A large gash on his cheek had only recently stopped bleeding thanks to some basic healing spells that Emory was certain he’d done wrong. Sighing, he lit up a joint to take a draw, not caring who saw him in that moment, and expecting anyone who did notice him to not engage. 

[benjysbandages-blog]

Benjy had been wandering around the hospital in a half asleep daze. His body had grown used to sleeping during this time, but now that his schedule had considerably lightened without seeing Dawn, he’d begun agreeing to pick up shifts for co-workers again. Each case was more or less the same, and more or less not worth his time. Only one had been worthy of picking a book up or using his brain for more than two minutes, so as he entered the room of his last patient for today, he expected much of the same. A quick once over, and clearing the patient. 

“Good afternoon, how can we help you today.” he began as he finally looked at the folder and stopped, eyes shooting up to said patient. The very professional, put on attempt at warmth dropped for shock as he spoke her name. “Dawn.” 

@dawnmwithey

[peteswormtail-blog]

“So I’m-- I’m not standing up with you, right?” Peter asked as he rifled through the box his mum had gotten out for him full of his dads old dress robes. Ones he’d assumed had been thrown away forever ago. His own had gotten lost sometime after the Longbottoms wedding, and to say he was panicked would be putting it lightly. Those robes had been so lucky for him!

@buckoff-potter

[farmerjacob-blog1]

“Is this thing working?” Jacob asked as he tried to figure out how to make the picture of Caitlin on Jeremiah’s laptop larger. “Can you hear me, Linny?”

[wiltedahlia-blog]

Sunday, January 29

“I can’t believe all these people are here for this. You still have the ring, right?”

[cherisheart-blog]

“Mmm now I get t’see the artist at work. Gonna warn y'right now, I’m no good at paintin’, but I am good with my body, so hopefully I won’t be a total waste of paint.” 

@artsyopal