#apr 80

[pandoragoshawk]

when: april 15, 1980 where: winnie’s diner who: @dawnwitheyy

“—and I’m not avoiding them, no matter what Aunt Liddy tried to tell me.” Pandora speared a bite of pancake pointedly.

[grobards]

when: april 1st, 1980 where: high notes, puddlemere who: @lexbragnam

Gawain knew it was fantastically early to get Gideon a birthday present, but it was always better to be prepared. Inspiration had yet to strike; he stared at the rows of records without really seeing them. A familiar face caught his eye, and he jumped at the distraction. “Lex, hey. I haven’t seen you in a minute, how’ve you been?”

[xenosdirigibleplums]

when: 15 april 1980 where: oxford who: xeno & doris @purkissmyass​

“So, do you feel better about your prospects now that you’ve had Easter to think it over?”

[dorcasmeadowes]

when: april 15, 1980 where: the kinky kestrel who: @jamespooper

Dorcas flopped onto a seat. “I feel as though I’m tired in advance. Does that make even the smallest amount of sense?”

[miobloxam]

when: 3 april 1980 where: tattwho, cardiff who: mio & cleo @nguyencleo​

Mio bit her lip and gripped her wand tighter as she made her way down Cross Road. She had several interviews lined up during the Easter break for internships in London, Manchester, and Leeds because all she ever wanted was to live in a busy crowded city, but Cardiff was making her rethink it. She thought she ready for grunge and tiny dirty apartments, but this was nothing like she had imagined. There were human bones, flesh-eating slugs, and what looked like jars of live spiders on sale. Around every corner were shops that looked boarded up if she didn’t know any better. Mio kept her eyes down and on the road ahead of her as many of the shop entrances were at the end of steep, narrow staircases that made her feel as if she might fall in if she wasn’t careful. She shook her head. She was being silly. Aunt Olivia had sent her an owl about a tattoo artist friend that she had wanted Mio to meet. Her aunt wouldn’t send her somewhere dangerous, would she? 

She looked the shop up-and-down and double- then triple-checked the address before taking a deep breath and pushing open the rickety door. “Um, is there anyone by the name of Cleo Nguyen who works here?”

[dohnjawlish]

when: april 17, 1980 where: st. mungo’s who: @daphnedavenport​‘s comatose body xx

It had taken a great deal of mental shoring-up for John to bring himself here. And even now — outside the ward where Daphne lay, in a coma — he couldn’t quite believe the truth of it. I am going to see my comatose ex-girlfriend, John said to himself, just to try out the words, and they sounded surreal. Like something out of a soap his mum was watching, and not at all like something that applied to his life. 

But he couldn’t just stand at the door and walk off. Emma would call him a coward. Amelia would — well, she might not say it to him, but she’d think it. And Frank would reserve verbal judgment, but he’d get that look on his face, the look when he was sure that the person he was speaking to ought to do better. John should have done better by Daphne, he’d come to admit. How could he have just seen her off after she’d shown him the photos and told him about the Minister? How could he not have said he’d help her?

In another life he’d have had to bring those regrets to her grave. John flinched from the thought, and, bitterness sharp on his tongue, he pushed into the ward. 

[princesev]

when: april 3, 1980 where: slytherin common room who: severus & esmeralda @esmeraldamacnair​

Severus slumped onto a couch in the nearly empty common room. “So, you’re staying here for Easter too?”

[pandoragoshawk]

when: april 17, 1980, the absolute ass-crack of dawn where: wiggentree way who: @dickdowndearborn

“Hikes do have to begin before the sun rises, I think.”