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[alpot]

Outside was cold, but the fireplace Albus was seated next to made him almost all but forget about that; the quiet atmosphere of the coffee shop that evening making it easy for him to drift off into thought. His eyes seemed to stare endlessly into the flickering flames before him, his hands wrapped around a warm cup of hot cocoa; body curled ever so slightly into the over sized chair that didn’t match any of the others in the shop, but then again, none of the furniture really matched.

[applebylilyluna]

   all she wanted was to look at the new brooms, it wasn’t too much of a dream of hers and yes, maybe she was running late and by the time she reached the shop they were closed. of course they were. if lily luna could ever be on time for anything the world would surely fall apart around her. “bloody christ on a biscuit.” she mutters angrily before letting her fingers fall from around the handle to the evidently locked door. she steps away and shoves her hands deep within her coat pockets as she starts her walk, but much like usual her head is a thousand feet in the clouds and she’s hardly paying attention and her shoulder collides with someone. “bollocks! i’m so sorry. i swear my mum says that if my head wasn’t permanently attached to my body it’d be flying above the ocean right now. are you alright? didn’t break anything, yeah?”

[frankdavis--longbottom]

There was something so extra about the month of October—not in the festive way as December or as relaxed as July. Antoinette Marie felt the change in the air, a little crisper than it had been only a few days ago just because of the turn of the calendar page. She quickly dusted herself off with her wand, giving a little cough as she stepped out of the grate at the Leaky Cauldron.

Her purse jingled, full of coins clattering against her keys and phone, as she stepped up to the bar. It wasn’t late—after all, she had the intention to shop. But that didn’t mean that she couldn’t start her day with a little something to unwind.

“I’ll take a butterbeer with a shot of firewhiskey, please.” Antoinette Marie glanced around, feeling generous. After all, her kindness would probably boost her reputation, just a little bit—who knows if she had come across a fan or not? She pointed at a bystander nearby. “And whatever they want to order.”