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[ambrxsse-blog]

where: Merlin Rogue who: Ambrose Kennedy and Brenton Avery ( @beeavery​ )

Not more than two weeks in, Ambrose already had a favorite place in the entirety of Wizarding London. Merlin Rogue. Virtue Alley’s premier strip club. Home of Wizarding London’s finest strippers. Being essentially in a new world where he knew nobody and nobody knew him, Ambrose was living the life. Away from his wife and spying enemies and acquaintances, he was free to approach anyone of the male persuasion who catches his eye. 

Business, however, intertwined with pleasure when he found a man that intrigued him ever since coming across his mother at the American Embassy in London. The man spelled trouble. Ambrose couldn’t help but hope that it was the right kind of trouble that he was looking for. He stood beside the man’s table, glad that he was alone. “Avery, right? Can I buy you a drink?” Ambrose caught the attention of one of the waiters and beckoned them closer. “Take his order will ya?”

[isaac-buchanan]

where: Slytherin Common Room when: February 4, 1978 who: Isaac Buchanan and Brenton Avery ( @brentonavery​ )

It was a lazy Saturday morning and Isaac just planned to spend most of the day reading a novel that he stumbled upon at the Library. His stock of merchandise was freshly supplied and packaged so he was in no hurry trying to prep for orders. And there was no big party coming up anyway. The love potions some people pre-ordered weren’t expected to arrive until a couple of days so those were still out of his mind. What the Slytherin simply wanted to do was take a day off from studying and relax. 

Unfortunately, he couldn’t focus on reading his because now and then, his mind wandered to the person who occupied the bed beside his. Throughout the years, he has learned to read Brenton’s chaotic energy. And right now his gut is telling him that the usually restless boy had something up his sleeves. With a sigh, Isaac closed his book shut and laid it beside his pillow. The boy threw his legs over the side of his bed. “All right. Spill. You’re up to something, aren’t you?”

[amos-depulso]

where: On the way to the Great Hall when: January 15, 1978, right before supper who: Amos Diggory and Brenton Avery ( @brentonavery​ )

To Amos, the situation in the castle has gone worse. The fear that crept into their minds, planted ever since the start of the term, has evolved into something uglier. Hatred. No one knew whom to trust anymore. Friends turned against friends. Arguments inside common rooms erupted.The confidence students had with their Head Boy was destroyed. And in turn, so did their confidence on prefects like Amos. Meanwhile those who were truly to blame in Amos’ eyes, still ran amok, reaping the chaos that they sowed and making sure that it scattered further. Some purebloods were even calling for punishment for the four boys. To his eyes, they might as well have already confessed.

Amos’ temper would flair whenever he’d bump into one of those snooty purebloods. And on that particular day, someone chose the wrong day to not pay attention to where they were going and bumped into Amos. “Watch it, Death Eater,”  Amos sneered.