#caelestiasolis

[strangelovc]

@caelestiasolis Traver's estate May, 1982

It had been a long time since Xen had seen Celeste- since she had crossed his mind at all. But anyone who delusioned themselves that they understood how time worked, that they had mastered it, were the world's first idiots.

Nevertheless, it was important to try. Which was why Xen was at the front door of Celeste's family home, arms full of wildflowers he'd picked for her. There was probably enough to fill 10 vases, but Xen would bet money on the Travers having 10 extra vases that needed filling.

"Come on out-" Xen sang under his breath, grinning. "Where is Celeste? Where did that little star go?"

[justicexdriven]

who: @caelestiasolis​ where: ministry of magic

Amelia scanned the parchment in front of her, hazel eyes taking in the information and trying to will a connection to materialize into place and save her the hassle of trying to sweat and interrogate the information out of people.  Add in the extra danger that potentially having a mole in the department created, and the auror knew that she had her work cut out for her.

So she’d begun casually calling everyone who had a case on her list into her office to just chat with them and touch base, see if anyone set off her bullshit detector and gave her reason to dig further and figure out just what was going on.  But seeing some cases just get inexplicably dropped or vanished into the void just didn’t sit well with her in the least, and she wanted to know why...and more importantly who.

Looking up when her door opened, Amelia gave a small nod, gesturing toward the chair on the other side of her desk.  “Celeste, thank you for coming by.  I know you’re busy.  Tea,” she asked, hands shifting to pluck an empty teacup off the file cabinet behind her and lift it in a silent question.

[fauvehoof]

Lily + @caelestiasolis

Hogwarts, 1977

The class that came into Slughorn’s rooms before hers was the 7th year class. Lily frowned as she made her way into the room and noticed that someone had left their notebook on one of the student desks. Lily was only a year younger, but she’d learned not to leave journals lying around since before she’d received her acceptance letter to Hogwarts.

Luckily, the name of it’s owner was gilt pressed into the spine- Celeste Travers. Quickly checking in with Horace, Professor Slughorn gave Lily permission to go return it to its owner, and that she should be headed out towards the greenhouses.

If it wasn’t for the fact that the greenhouses were on the other side of the castle, and down every flight of stairs known to Merlin, she might not have been calling out Celeste’s name so out of breath.

“Travers! Celeste!” Lily leapt over to her, shoulders rising and falling. “You got to be careful, you left your notebook in Potions.”