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where : outside honeydukes, hogsmeade.

who : @notjeffthompson

Thank Merlin for Sundays, they came with a certain sense of ease and comfort. From her recent transition back into the Ministry of Magic after five years, having a day to breath and spend time with her son, Jasper felt like a slice of heaven. Sade tried to pick something memorable, from a bit of time outside, a trip to the zoo or a journey into muggle London. Hopeful that Jasper would remember the moments of fun, and laughter. Rather than the rushed mornings of her heading out to work after an early drop-off at the daycare facility. Other moments, when Jasper would curl against her on the sofa, or utter a silent, "I love you," as he fell asleep. Those were the moments where she beamed with pride. She was a single mother, and simply doing her best.

As Jasper's laughter radiated across Hogsmeade, as he pointed to the leaping chocolate frogs and speeding sugar quills in the window display of Honeydukes. Reaching into her handbag to pull out a a galleon and a few sickles. Sade smiled, leaning down to press them into Jasper's hand. Smoothing out the shoulders of his t-shirt. "Go ahead, go get some sweets for after dinner. It'll be our Sunday treat." She gushed. In an instant, he was off. Sade was left to do nothing other than beckon after him, "Darling, be quick - and be polite." The door of the shop closed.

Sade remained closeto the door, keeping the entrance in her direct eye line. A slight nervous disposition overcoming her. Distracted by searching for the top of her son's head in the window of the shop. Sade stepped backwards to get a better view. Unaware of the person making their way down the street behind her. CRASH. The sound of something hitting the floor. "Oh my, " Sade gasped, "I'm sorry..I didn't even see-" Her voice tailing off as she realised who it was.

Jeff Thompson, a man she hadn't seen in over five years. Jeff Thompson, who she had thought about reaching out to every day since May 1974. Jeff Thompson, who didn't know that he was the father to Jasper Shacklebolt, a five-year old boy who currently stood in a sweetshop just a few steps away from where they stood.

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who: @notjeffthompson where: Flourish & Blotts

He was looking for a very specific book of hexes, it wasn’t the content he cared for considering it was simple magic he’d already learned long ago— but there was indeed something worth in buying that book. It wasn’t every day you would see Evan Rosier visiting Diagon Alley’s shops and he noticed the stares, whispers here and there. But there was one in particular that bothered him, a figure that had been trailing him ever since he entered the shop. The wizard came to a halt, turning around at once. “Can I entertain you in some other way, perhaps?”

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You know my neighbor, Karen? Yeah, this is her husband, Jeff.

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So...lot of kids around, huh?

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Set the Bar Low || Jeff & Queenie

Queenie often found herself bored on nights that she was off but her husband worked. She liked staying busy and after she spent too much time locked inside of a house without anything to keep her going. She found herself searching around the internet trying to find something in White Crest that was going on that night. Queenie didn’t care much what busy meant. As long as it was something.

As it turned out, “busy” was going to be a bar tonight. She didn’t care much for drinking aside from drinking games with her friends. And that was really only because of the competitive aspect that was involved. She was going to a bar because it was trivia night. It wasn’t always her scene, but it would keep her out late enough and she always felt a rush winning whatever prize they had planned out for the evening.

Since Queenie had found out about the event so late, she was going to miss the beginnings of the competition. She raced to get ready, throwing on a jacket over jeans and rushing out the door. The bar itself wasn’t that impressive. Trivia night had raked in a decent crowd, but overall it wasn’t as over the top of rambunctious as a New York bar.

The first round had just wrapped when Queenie came in and they were announcing the leads. She studied the room, listening for the announcement for who was in first place.When they finally finished with the results, Queenie had to admit that she was a bit… surprised. The man sat at the bar, drinking and seemingly uninvolved in the game. It wasn’t that he looked especially dull, just not the ideal choice for a trivia game winner. But Queenie wanted the one tonight, so she found the seat at the bar next to him.

“Dr. Queenie Lin-King,” Queenie introduced herself, motioning at the pad in front of him. “I have a proposition. You’re in the lead now, but if we partner up for round two I promise we will win the whole thing.” Queenie provided the deal, but wasn’t convinced that the man was especially motivated either way. She needed to sweet the deal for him. She sighed, pointing at the beer, “Plus I’ll keep your glass filled.”

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fairyjeff replied to your post “[pm] How ya fucking doing?”

[pm] Slept a while too. Arms fucked up a little. Nothing too bad. Are you... sure you're alright?

[pm] With all this night shit, hard to tell what the fuck is sleep and what isn’t. Looked like she didn’t get you too bad. My shoulder ain’t feelin’ too great but it’ll heal. And yeah. Why wouldn’t I be?

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