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[just-ginny-blog1]

The scraping of the bricks was never a pleasant sound on its own, but the bustling of people crowding the shops beyond always made up for it. Ginny smiled to herself, the heels of her boots clicking as she made her way down the cobblestoned street, past shops bursting with all sorts of colorful odds and ends. She almost didn’t notice the familiar face, but it wasn’t as if she was going to not say something. After all, it had been a while...

“Oh... hey.”

[prcdigalweasley-blog]

He counted his steps as he walked, numbers offered a logical reprieve from the bustling chaos around him. It made it easier to breathe. He wouldn’t call himself nervous, not by any means but Percy had always tried to fold his body as far into the background as he could. There was no real benefit of being exposed. It was easier to control what people thought of him when he didn’t give them enough detail to make assumptions. Personally, Percy considered himself semi-observant, minorly self-aware and tightly wound, not really negative things just... opportunities for improvement.

As such, when his shoulder was bumped by another person walking the opposite direction to himself he absolutely seen it as a learning opportunity, perhaps he could practice his breathing-

“Would you mind watching where you’re going?” His voice spoke before he could stop himself.

[gnarlyxcharlieweasley]

The Leaky Cauldron had been dead for the last hour now. Only Charlie and handful of other people remained seated around the different tables in the small pub. The tea he had ordered sat forgotten at the far end of the table from when he had ordered it hours ago. Papers, parchment and a few reference books were strewn across the table he sat at, lines of writing and illustrations scribbled out on the sheet closest to him. Charlie had been working since the early morning on the chapter of his book. Since then, he had managed an astounding two illustrations and a page of writing.

Running his ink smudged hands through his hair, Charlie sighed and closed his eyes, regretting his decision to leave the constant travel and field research he was accustomed to in order to write his reference book. He was dragged from his thoughts by the scrape of the chair to his right. “Sorry, that seat is taken.” He said, his eyes still closed.

[fairand-justhannah-blog]

“Sorry, didn’t catch that. What can I get you, again?”

[fayxdunbar-blog]

There was a lot to be said in the fact that she still managed to avoid running into anyone from the DA or her school. Then again, she had up and disappeared without anyone but her mother knowing. She’d returned roughly six months ago at her mother’s urging and she’d traveled the world enough, she supposed. With her mother’s help, she found a flat in London, but rent was getting hard to keep up and it was becoming clear that she would soon need a roommate. 

“I’m alright, mama.” Fay said for what felt like the umpteenth time. “No, I’m doing fine on my own. I just have to put up some flyers. Rent is getting slightly out of hand for me.”

Her mother was rightfully worried ever since she returned and Fay couldn’t blame her. “I’m heading to Diagon Alley, it’s my day off. I’ll drop by later to see you, alright?” She turned around, briefly distracted, and that was all it took for her to collide into someone. Whipping back around, she stopped and said, “Mama, I’ve gotta go.” She hung up and shoved her phone into her back pocket. “I am so sorry. Are you alright?” 

[thegrassisusuallygreener]

Normally Daphne didn’t mind slow days like today, they were a welcome break from the normal hustle and bustle that goes on in the shop. But today was excruciating. It had been four hours since someone had entered the shop and it felt like ten. If someone didn’t pop in soon to at least buy some owl pellets Daphne was going to lose it. If it was up to her she would close early, but since the Magical Menagerie wasn’t hers, she was just going to have to wait it out. 

Needing some sort of stimulation, Daphne grabbed a bag of treats and went to play with her favorite pet in the store. The gray and black spotted Kneazle looked up at her from his cage with a peaked interest when he saw the treats in her hand. As she got closer he jumped up and ran over to the gate pawing to get out. Daphne put the bag down on the counter and as she opened the cage door he immediately jumped onto her shoulder.  Daphne laughed as she placed him on the counter and grabbed a handful of treats. “Okay Merlin, you know the drill. For every trick, you get a treat. Show me what you got.” 

Daphne had been training Merlin since she started at the Menagerie and he was now a master of all tricks. Sit, stay, lay-down, roll-over, play dead, she ran him through them all. Once they ran out of tricks she began launching treats in the air for him to catch. It was during this moment she realized she wasn’t alone in the shop anymore. Daphne threw one last treat into his cage and when he jumped in, she shut the door behind him. Once she ensured the cage was locked she looked towards her audience and smiled. “Sorry about that, I didn’t hear you come in. What magical goods can I get you today?”

[chosen-cne-blog]

Harry x OPEN

Location: Godricks Hallow

Time: 10:30PM

Pale moonlight filled the spaces between the distant street lights. It bleached everything of color and left those without black in contrast. Harry knew almost more people in this lot than he did outside of it.  

He didn’t particularly enjoy these visits, but since the place no longer threatened his life, he felt he had no excuse keeping him from visiting. Besides, since the moment he held the resurrection stone the crippling guilt only seemed to grow. He now knew that they all saw him, were watching him. It left an eery feeling, almost comparable to a dementor, that followed him about. How could he let them go knowing they were just an invisible wall away? 

This was something he hadn’t talked to anyone but Hermione about. She was the only one who hadn’t lost someone incredibly close in the war. Ron, Ginny, they would likely feel the same weight from the knowledge he did and he didn’t think to share it would benefit them. Besides, what was there to say? 

His hands were shoved deep in the pockets of his jeans, wand still close-by out of a habit of paranoia that still played at the hairs of his neck. He rarely stopped at one place for long, the headstones he needed to visit all being sprawled out amongst the vast space. He stopped now though, as a twig cracked a few yards behind him. The sound seemed deafening in the silence, the sound of crickets finding his ears once more as he allowed the cloud of thought to pass. 

Harry turned suddenly, his hand going to his wand but stopping before he could pull it out. “Oh.” He breathed windily, clearly feeling a relief. “It’s you.”

[pugfacedparkinscn]

when: tuesday afternoon, 1 pm where: just outside scribbulus writing implements who: pansy & OPEN

What Pansy enjoyed about working for the Prophet and WW is that she was allowed to make her own schedule. She was certain that was Rita’s doing, as she often referred to Pansy as her surrogate daughter that deserved the best treatment, rather than of her own merit, but she’d take it either way. Her open schedule is why she was able to arrive at her favorite quill shop just after lunch to refill on ink. Both the Prophet and WW kept ink on hand but neither of them stocked the glittery black she wrote her articles with or the pink she often took notes with. She didn’t mind buying her own, she’d much rather have it than deal with the same dull black everyone else used. 

Unfortunately, she arrived when the ‘back in ten minutes’ sign was up, causing her to groan. She peered in the window, spotting her desired ink with ease. A new fixture caught her eye, denoting new parchment that advertised a finish that shimmered. She grinned, deciding that she could use new parchment after all. Turning back to face the road, she leaned against the window. She sighed, wondering how long she would have to wait; Pansy wasn’t known for her patience. She glanced around, spotting someone a few meters away with a clear view of the shop. “Excuse me,” she called, waving her hand to catch their attention. “Did you happen to see when they put the sign up?” She asked, gesturing to the store behind her.