#alice001

[cissab]

Given that her office is somewhat near the heart of London, Narcissa has access to a whole host of restaurants, cafes, and bistros that are within walking distance. Her favorite is only three blocks away. It’s a small cafe that’s tucked into an alley. It’s owned by non-magical folk, but the coffee is the best in all of London (if you were to ask Narcissa). To break up her day, she often takes her work with her and sets up for a few hours, sipping on coffee while she works her way through emails and reports and client management. 

She’s already been there an hour when she spots a familiar face looking for a seat at the crowded cafe. She waves to her cousin. “Alice.” She nods to the empty seat across from her.  “Care to join me?” 

@thewrong-alice​

[jackscn]

where: out on the street of Beacon Hills who: Jackson Whittemore and Alize Zhou ( @alicezhou​ )

There was a spring in Jackson’s step. Even with all the chaos happening from the past few days, anyone who knew Jackson could see that he was happier. Almost nicer even. Sometimes, other people would even catch himself smiling for no reason. Jackson wouldn’t even know until someone else would point it out. The cashier at the convenience certainly did when Jackson went out to buy popcorn - plain of course - for movie night with Ethan. The half-kanima quickly dropped his smile and gave the cashier a snippy look that was more like his old self.

Walking on his way back, he bumped into... fuck, what was her name. You’d think Scott would have remembered after taking her to the clinic during the Strawberry Moon. But currently, the only thing he could remember was that she was Scott’s girlfriend. “Hey,” he greeted. She didn’t have to know that he didn’t know her name. “How are you feeling?” 

[dutyrisen]

features split wide the moment he registers who he’s looking at.  “ alice. ”  arms open slowly for the embrace as he strides forward. as warm as he remembers, finally someone other than luukas he doesn’t have to doubt. “ it’s good to see you. ”  italy isn’t where he’d imagined they’d ever meet again, but they are living in strange times, under the course of strange events.   [ @princessalicf​ ]

[frankiclcngbcttcm]

frank was often plagued with his inability to shut up and yet all it had taken was an owl from his mum and he was basically running through the castle to find her. 

alice crouch. merlin, was that her full name? you would think that he would know his betrothed’s full name and yet here he was grasping at straws, mind reeling from this revelation-- there was another big word betrothed. he had one of those now, apparently. according to the piece of parchment that he was clenching in his fist. as if his own opinion was meaningless -- had he ever said more than ten words to the girl? wait no -- he had. they patrolled once or twice in their lives, apparently their lively conversations about the horrors of potions was enough to ensure that his life was signed to hers. 

he turned the next corridor, barreling to the doors of the puffle commons, he stopped the girl in yellow, “hey -- could you hop in there and find alice crouch for me? she’s a few inches taller than you -- blonde, probably fuming or in shock -- you can tell her that frank longbottom is out here. you know, the boy that’s referenced in the letter she’s probably clutching in her hands--” he rambled, out of breath as he watched the girls shocked expression for a second before she had taken off into their commons. 

@crovchss

[hermionegxmez-blog]

“Alice—is...everything alright?” Hermione had been noticing some off things about the blonde, someone whom she thought she was making progress with before, but things seemingly changed after the ascension party and everything that followed. Especially after Principal Featherhead’s death. Still, they attended the same school, saw each other in the halls, and Hermione felt obligated to at least inquire about her.

@serpentalic

[kane-e]

Kane’s perched on top of his van, Kidz Bop classics playing from inside the van, trousers off and in hand, sewing up a hole that was starting to grow. Who knew sitting down would be worse for making holes in his jeans opposed to constantly walking around? Either way, he’d worn a hole into them and he’s busy with a thread and needle, carefully stitching it up in the waning daylight.

His legs are out and he’s grateful it’s warm. If he were younger or the world circumstances different, he’d be shy about sitting in just his boxers but his self-consciousness had died a while ago. The worst of his scars are out of sight, anyhow, nothing but a few long scratches and bullet wounds from good old dad. It was the arms ( and face ) that took the brunt of them.

Vaguely he’s aware of someone hovering nearby, Kane sees enough in his peripheral to know they’ve stopped because of him or his terrible taste in tunes. “Get your free looks in now,” he deadpans out, not looking away from his sewing, “Stick around too long and I’ll have to start charging.”

[lorcylorc]

Send my muse “Do you miss me?” and I will generate a number between 1-80. The randomized starter will be used in a starter for you.

@alicevfortescue

‘i miss you more than tick misses tock.’

[the-fabianprewett]

@vlicesfortescue

Fabian had been working on a concealment charm for the entire session of charms club and still wasn’t getting it. He couldn’t figure out what it was exactly, but he supposed it was his wand movement. Fabian turned to the person next to him in exasperation. “Alice, tell me, what am I doing wrong? I can’t get this charm right.”