#c: leta

[ofsalamandereyes]

@was-wicked liked for a starter

“So tell me, what was Newt like in school?” Tina asked curiously as she sat down beside Leta. She offered her a cup of coffee. They’d been at the Ministry for hours in debrief mode, even Tina had been interviewed for nearly three hours about Paris. Now Tina knew Leta wasn’t engaged to Newt, she supposed she owed it to herself to get to know her. 

[elijahscrimgeour-blog]

“Okay, you’re a liar. That’s good to know.”

@leta-b

[slwagatha]

where: madam puddifoot's tea shop who: @notdelicatc

The witch smoothed the folds of her skirt as she stepped into the tea room, her eyes quickly spotting Leta across the room. “Leta,” she said with a warm smile, “it’s been far too long. I hope you’re keeping well.” She lowered her voice to a playful murmur as she approached, “I was hoping to discuss some of the details about the upcoming Parkinson wedding over some tea?” She gestured gracefully to the empty chairs, a small laugh in her voice as she added, “I promise not to monopolize your time too much."

[rsrevan]

where: end of summer fayre who: @notdelicatc

Evan spotted Leta weaving through the bustling fayre, the lanterns catching in her hair just so, and a small, pleased smile tugged at his lips. “Leta,” he called softly, stepping up beside her so as not to startle her. “I was beginning to think you’d vanished into the crowd for good.”

He fell into step with her, arm brushing lightly against hers in a casual, protective way. “It’s been far too long since we’ve had the chance to walk together,” he said, voice warm, almost conspiratorial. “You’re looking well, of course — though I should warn you, I might insist on ensuring you try every treat at least once before the night is over.”

There was a playful lift in his eyes, but beneath it was genuine affection. “Come, my darling,” he said, offering his arm with that practiced gentleman’s ease. “Let’s enjoy the fayre properly, if only for an evening. I intend to make sure we leave with the most memorable mischief we can find — and none of the sort we’ll later regret.”

[rsrevan]

where: evan's office who: @notdelicatc

The fire burned low in the hearth, its amber glow throwing long shadows over Evan’s office. He sat behind the desk, the collar of his shirt unbuttoned, a quiet sort of tension in his shoulders that hadn’t been there earlier. He’d been reading the same paragraph for the past ten minutes, eyes tracing the ink without absorbing a word.

When Leta walked in, her presence stirred something dormant, familiar. He didn’t look up at first, just gestured vaguely toward the chair across from him. “You’re late,” he murmured, but there was no bite to it. Just something that resembled relief.

Only when she was seated did he raise his gaze to her face. “You’ve been out more often lately.” His tone was easy, but there was something else beneath it— curiosity, maybe. Or hesitation. He leaned forward, arms on the desk, studying her with quiet fondness. “Is there something you’re hoping for?” The question hung between them, suspended in the hush. “Or someone?”

He didn’t press further. Just watched her, as if the answer might arrive not in her words, but in the way she looked back at him.

[rsrevan]

@fcrox

Leta,

Happy birthday, my dearest sister! I do hope this is a wonderful year ahead of you, you deserve only the best there is. I do not tell you often enough how important you are to me and just how valuable your support has always been. I could not be proudest to have you as my other half. I adore you, and I wish for you to have this family heirloom that belonged to our grandmother, it now belongs to you.

With all my love,

[ggathena]

where: madam malkins who: @fcrox

A part of her was hoping to find the Vance girl, an urging rage having built up inside her since their last encounter. Athena was not the kind of person who dealt all too well with annoying feelings she couldn’t turn into hexes for whatever sake she had left. Perhaps so that was the reason why a wave of relief run through her veins as she spotted Leta instead, her visit to Madam Malkins now a quite more pleasant one as her eyes scanned the shop to reaffirm she was indeed alone. “Leta dearest, a pleasure as always. Is it just you today?”

[raffaellaburke]

where: rosier manor who: @fcrox (leta rosier)

Let it be known that Raffaella didn't typically make deliveries for the store. Most were done by owl, or if discretion was required, one of the clerks would make the trek. However, the current item she had wrapped in her arms was fragile and her friend's name was scrawled on the order log. Frankly, the Borgin and Burke owls were nothing to write home about, no pun intended, and even her own owl, Calliope, could fumble an occasional package or two. Jeff had been in an awful mood for the majority of the day, so she figured she'd take it off his hands. Stepping out of the Rosier Floo, she made a mental note to hire more clerks.

She stood in the opulent parlor for a moment, waiting for one of the Rosier elves to greet her. When none came forward, she drew up the layout of the manor in her head and made way to Leta's atelier. When not at work, Raff knew she'd likely be found there. If she wasn't home, she supposed she could leave the package with the unresponsive house elves.

Tucking the package into her chest, she climbed the stairs two at a time, sending up a prayer to Merlin that she remembered exactly where she was going. After taking three lefts and a right, she arrived at what she believed to be the room. Thankfully, she was met with Leta herself, busy in her work. "Leta," she called out, stepping forward in caution. She remembered the woman being a mediocre dueler back in their school days, but it was still best not to get on her bad side while having a cursed delivery in her arms. "Sorry to barge in, darling, but I believe this is yours." Holding up the package, she held it over to her expectantly.