#c1: violet

[reguwusblack]

when: march 27th, 1981 where: holy sorcerer house of hellship who: @churchofviolet​

Regulus had been tucked in behind the confessional, away from prying eyes and annoying conversation. He had little desire to parade himself around, especially in a place like this. Especially with lightning and thunder and snow piling around outside, giving him the distinct feeling like he was in a horror film. The ones he had never been allowed to watch as a child. Though ironically enough, they were the things he could relate to the most. Those foreboding musical moments. The unnatural stillness. The thumping in his heart that he tried so often to avoid at every turn, lest it turn into something else, and yet, he was overdue, wasn’t he?

Things had been going too smoothly for Regulus, and already he was prepared for the worst as footsteps neared, and his quiet place of solace (though how could any be found in this ‘Church’), disturbed. He couldn’t blame the intruder. Not really. Not when a very large portion of himself begged for company, the kind that reminded him that he was not yet dead.

“Sorry, I can just—I’ll just go. I’ve probably taken up this spot long enough.”

[narigreenergrass]

when: november 27th, 1980, after curfew where: outside the commons, cardiff who: @churchofviolet​

Alice was just about done with these patrols. Her patience, along with everyone else’s, had run thin. The entire world understood all of this to be for naught. Just a pointless exercise in a push for control and order. She couldn’t have known that it would end in just a few days time, so for the time being, Alice did as she was taught. She followed the direct orders she had been given. Where once she might have thought all of that with honor and prestige, now it was tinged with a level of bitterness and discomfort.

The Ministry clearly didn’t care about their future, not if they were so careless with those who were supposed to help train Aurors at the Academy. Alice had never felt so righteously angry before. Not at anyone or anything. Kirwin changed things. The name like poison in her mind, threatening to destroy whatever progress had been made.

She was just about to call it a night when a figure appeared, after curfew, a few meters away. “Identify yourself,” Alice’s voice rang out. Cardiff, to the shock of no one, had been the most difficult place to patrol. It was why her hand was already moving towards the holster where her wand lay.

[podmoresturgis-blog]

Sturgis’ eyebrows furrowed as he glanced at the sparkling, frothing pint. He turned to the bartender, who was clearly more interested in the Quidditch match commentated on the wireless. It seemed that everyone at the pub was engrossed in the game far more than him, but that certainly didn’t deter Sturgis from wanting to enjoy a drink. Well, not this odd looking beer, but hopefully something else.

Sturgis cleared his throat, feeling somewhat rude for interrupting. “Pardon. This isn’t mine,” he spoke to the bartender, gesturing to the pint. “Could I get Blishen’s on the rocks?”