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[julianxwood]

Midnight Sun

What was supposed to be a small gathering had turned into a fiasco of sorts, in Julian’s opinion. Whatever food they had prepared was long devoured and all they had leftover was alcohol for a group of people that Julian hadn’t intended on inviting. No one had noticed him leave, but he locked his bedroom door; he didn’t want a wayward couple on his bed, even though it was only frame and mattress.

It was only upon opening the door did he realize how packed the house was with people. Inside was much warmer than it was out and Julian closed the door to the flat, making sure to use a simple spell to muffle the bass vibrating through the walls. Julian was quick to jog out of there, breathing in the cool evening air as much as he could.

They weren’t central to the wizarding hubs, but not far enough that Julian couldn’t run to familiar streets. The party had gone on long enough that most of the storefronts had gone dark—even Quality Quidditch Supplies had put their magazine stand behind the locked doors that Julian couldn’t even read the latest in Driftwood without the intention of actually buying it.

Instead, he took a seat on a secluded bench and watched the secluded street bathed in the lamplight. There were a few shoppers left—last minute errands for owl food from Eeylops—but no one paid Julian much mind.

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[beatrice-lestrange]

Obligatory Family Invitation

Beatrice had come prepared in relatively plain clothes—a simple black dress with a rather large diamond necklace that would have forced her torso to sink had it not been charmed. She was not in need of a stylist, though what she wore looked typical of what she wore every day anyway, only with larger jewels. Rather, she was at her cousin’s apartment to attend the ball with her, though she had a feeling this was more out of obligation than kindness.

And of course Beatrice has to accept. It was rarely that she got to visit another country’s school, though she heralded both Beauxbatons and Durmstrang to be of higher merit. Her father had to leave the country to seek potions knowledge that Hogwarts hadn’t taught.

If the intention had been to get ready at Aloma’s, then Beatrice didn’t get the message. Her hair was done up and her jewels set as soon as she arrived, and she sat in the dining room chair, staring at the dog, who stared back. She made no effort to make herself comfortable, nor did she try and convince herself this was going to be a good time. Her encounters with people here hadn’t exactly made her feel welcome.

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[wongas--frank]

A Stand of Striped Flags

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Aloma hadn’t seen this many people in one place before. She’d, on a whim, decided to explore whatever exactly this Muggle event called ‘pride’ was, having not heard much about it other than there was a parade and alcohol, as well as booths for other various vendors. She carefully moved past folks on the street, stopping and talking to a couple in front of a booth covered in different colored flags before being handed one with a large black triangle and three horizontal stripes in purple, white, and gray running across it. She wasn’t quite sure what it meant but gladly accepted it before moving on.

What she hadn’t quite expected to see was the familiar face on the corner, smiling and carefully making her way through the crowd to them. “Hey, good to see you! I don’t think I’ve ever seen this many people in one place!”

He had time, though not much—Frank had to get back to the Leaky Cauldron before the parade was over to help with the incoming crowd who could come after the fact. Why anyone wouldn’t continue to party with the muggles was lost on Frank; if anything, they threw much more entertaining parties than what current wizarding society allowed.

While he did wander the crowd by himself—though it wasn’t difficult because of his height to look over people’s heads to see what was happening—he was glad to have caught the attention of one of his former housemates from school.

“Aloma! What’s that you’ve got there?” Frank didn’t know what all of the flags meant, aside from the rainbow one—and at this point, he was too afraid to ask. He hadn’t passed the booth yet to get his own. While they had been pals in school, he didn’t actually know much about her preferences. “Are you—?”