#apr starter

[andrmedatonks]

Where: Artisan Tent When: Harvest Festival Who: Andromeda and Open

Ted and Dora had gone to go apple bobbing, leaving Andromeda on her own to go and brose the different vendors in the Artisan Tent. She was hopping to get some homemade jam or something of the sort, and perhaps a necklace for Ted’s mother. She was so helpful and Andromeda always tried to find little ways to repay her for everything that she did for their family. She was glad that Ted had suggested that she go off on her own for a little while. Dora would have been bored if Andy brought her to the tent, and she was certain that it would end in something breaking. No matter how much Dora tried, the girl was just so clumsy. She was like a manticore in an antique shop. It was endearing sometimes, but Andy tried to keep her away from lots of breakable things. 

Moving from vendor to vendor, Andromeda reached out to pick up a necklace off of one of the displays when someone else’s hand reached it at the same time. “Oh! I’m sorry, you should take it,” Andy encouraged, finally glancing up at the person standing there.

[m-arlenemckinncn]

Status ✧ Open Location ✧ Quality Quidditch Supplies

Marlene stared longingly up at the new Nimbus broomstick mounted in the centre of Quality Quidditch Supplies and sighed audibly as she grazed her fingers along the handle. She had been a beater for the Gryffindor quidditch team and there was a moment when quidditch had almost been her entire life, but since leaving Hogwarts and subsequently joining a war, Marlene didn’t exactly have the time to play the sport she loved and she certainly couldn’t justify spending money on a broom this impressive when all it would end up doing is gathering dust. Sighing for a second time, she spoke to the person beside her. “It’s stunning, right? You thinking about getting one?”

[ofalicex]

Where: Honeydukes

When: Mid-afternoon, Harvest Festival

Who: Alice & Open

There was no surprise that one would find Alice in Honeydukes during the Harvest festival. Alice had such a sweet tooth, and she especially enjoyed Halloween candy. It was one of her favourite times of year, and she had a lot of memories of spending all her galleons on candy during her school years. So, it was no surprise that she was standing in the shop, already a basket of Candy in her arms. Of course, she probably shouldn’t have been spending so much, but she could just say she was getting some for Frank too.

“There is just too much to pick from.” The auror mused, shaking her head as she smiled at the person next to her. “Doesn’t help when I’m already indecisive. But me in a shop with all my favourites, and it isn’t going to end well”

[severusxtobias]

The bars were packed, which thankfully left the streets with enough room to breathe and quiet to hear himself think. It was still low on his list of places he’d like to be at the moment, however, and he wondered idly why he couldn’t have simply stayed in the castle. But then again, he supposed being here was a toss up with dealing with an angry Ivy. Or very nearly, at least. With a sigh, he thrust his hands into his pockets and kicked a stray decoration down the street, glaring at a rather rowdy group of passerby. He retrieved a pack of cigarettes, stopping to light one up and hopping up to sit on some empty crates next to the door of a somewhat less crowded building when he spotted another lone figure. “Are you lost or drunk?” He called, marveling at the length his boredom would push him to. “Or both?" 

[ritaxskeeter]

Rita dodged out of the way of a staggering reveler as she walked, tsking slightly in the back of her throat. Even if she wasn’t working, she wouldn’t be half as drunk as most of the people here - it was tacky and she’d never been one to enjoy having so little control over her own faculties. Still, the mood was infectious and she couldn’t deny that she’d had a little bit of fun while she covered the game, as well. She stopped at a food cart, barely managing to get her order out before a man all but fell into her, apparently trying to hit on her, but she could barely decipher a word of it and after an icy “No thanks.” and her best glare, he’d tottered off. She turned, rolling her eyes as she took her place waiting for her food. “Honestly.” She started, a little rumpled as she glanced at the person next to her and straightened the collar of her shirt. “Am I the only person who doesn’t find public intoxication charming?" 

[jasongently]

Biscuits || Open

Jason stood at the countertop at the back of the bakery, a tray of cookies laid out before him, holding an icing bag carefully in his hands and swirling beautiful little frosted flowers onto the top of each one. He was focused, blue eyes fixed on what he was doing, and didn’t see the silhouette approaching the front door of the bakery.

The small tinkling of the bell was unexpected and the sound jolted him with  fear, causing the small man to physically jump where he stood, his heart pounding for a moment afterward as he looked down at the mess in his hands. His grip on the icing had tightened with the scare and he’d squeezed nearly half of it out onto one cookie in a big messy pile.

His head fell forward, Jason’s eyes wide as he took a moment to breathe and calm himself, hoping that despite the kitchen being visually open to the rest of the shop, the customer might not have seen it happen. It didn’t help that he had a couple of little bow clips in his hair holding it out of his face at the moment, making his fright only easier to glimpse.

When his head snapped up again, though his face was pink he was smiling widely and he cast his eyes towards the counter to see who was there.

“H-Hullo, lovely!” He spoke as he wiped his hands off on his apron. “C-Can I help you f-f-find something s-sweet?”

[bartcmius-jr]

It was late, much later than any sane person would be mulling about in the streets, but Barty didn’t have anywhere to be. He’d told his mother he’d be staying with a friend so he didn’t have anyone waiting for him. And, he happened to like the dark nighttime streets of Diagon Alley. He was paused with his back leaning against the wall of a shop, pulling on a cigarette, when something caught his eyes.

They flicked immediately over in the direction of whatever movement he’d caught. He could have sworn there was someone there. Alarm took the mask’s features and he called out nervously, “w-who’s there?”

[luciusgilberte]

Lucius & Open The Three Broomsticks - Evening // Harvest Fest

The evening ended with the agreement of meeting Narcissa at The Three Broomsticks before heading home, leaving Lucius sat in a booth with a sleeping Draco curled up against his chest. It was one of the rare moments where an onlooker could catch a hint of a smile along the edge of the blond’s lips. There was minimal tension to his posture while he kept an eye on the performers, gaze occasionally drifting back to his son. The music wasn’t up to his standards but it had been enough to lull Draco to sleep without having to put to much effort into settling him down. A fact he was grateful for after an afternoon spent letting him toddle around Hogsmeade.

Another lazy smile made it over Lucius’ lips when his gaze settled on Draco. He shifted a little since his arm was falling asleep and locked eyes with a passerby, expression hardening almost immediately after making eye contact. “It is rude to stare,” He drawled and arched an eyebrow. “This better not turn into something that completely requires my attention.”