#crt starter

[buriedunderbones-blog]

Starter Call

In order to get my muse back in order I’m scrapping all of my previous threads and starting afresh! Like this post for a personalised, plot-related starter (I will probably message you with a few ideas). Not capping this one. I’m so ready to get back into RPing with you all <3

[gladys-sloane]

St. Mungo’s Fundraiser || Open ((polyjuice!Gladys))

The truth of the matter was that Gladys felt uneasy about the alliance between Aversio and the Order. Hopeful, but if there was one thing that she had learned during her time with Aversio it was that there was always another plot lurking under the surface. She wanted to find some way to marry the two, to help the Order push on to actually take action but to root Aversio in some sort of organization and draw a line between what they were willing to do and what the Death Eaters are willing to do. Tonight was about something bigger though. St. Mungo’s was an institution and a lighthouse for those hurting. It needed to be restored to its former glory. People needed to feel safe going there when they were hurt. She felt uneasy out of her own skin, but the goal had been blending in rather than standing out.  Even with the heels, she’d paired with the understated black dress she wore she had lost height but she refused to feel diminished by hiding who she was she put her shoulders back as she picked up an extra glass along with her own as she approached a familiar face reminding herself that she wouldn’t be familiar to anyone currently. She offered the drink with a smile “It’s lovely to see such a fantastic turnout for this. I’d consider it a success, what do you think?” 

[hcstia-joncs]

Re-Finding Freedom || Open

The Leaky Cauldron May 1979, 5 p.m.

Humming an absentminded tune under her breath, Hestia meandered through Diagon Alley, taking in the sights and sounds that she had missed so dearly. Being cooped up in one place wasn’t exactly ideal for the young woman. She missed being out in the open, craved conversations with strangers, wanted to get lost in the beauty that was the ‘real’ outside world. There was something so … refreshing … about being in the middle of a crowded street and feeling completely alone. It wasn’t until she saw the sign outside the Leaky Cauldron that Hestia felt a longing to step inside. As Hestia’s memory served, the Leaky Cauldron was almost always filled with travelers and other witches and wizards that were looking for a cheap drink and some good pub food. Tom was a busy man – far busier than most – and his establishment showed as much. But today it seemed less empty, with more open barstools and more choices in regards to seating. Hestia glanced down at her wristwatch; it was five in the afternoon. Perhaps it was a little early for a drink. She sat down at the bar, giving Tom a smile and a happy little wave, ordering a butterbeer shortly after. In all of the sadness and awful things going on in the world, Hestia wanted one day – just one day – to feel unburdened by everyone else, to feel like she did before the war began.

[florence-wilson]

reassurance || florence and sybill

There were rumors about the young Sybill Trelawney that Florence couldn’t quite make heads or tails of. The girl was at least three years younger than her. Though their years at Hogwarts overlapped, the two women hadn’t been in the same houses. Truthfully, that was a fact for which Florence felt immensely grateful. Though Sybill obviously valued intelligence and wit, her head was too far in the clouds – and the rest of her body, as far as Florence could tell, was tethered to the earth likely due to some fondness for psychedelic drugs. After all, she was obsessed with divination, convinced that the fine art of predicting a person’s future from tea leaves or lines on their palms actually was an art and not a scam. Florence knew plenty of Muggles like Sybill Trelawney: young girls and middle-aged women who believed that they had some deeper connection to the earth and that something out in the greater universe actually spoke to them. For her entire life, Florence found the concept of psychics and diviners absolutely ridiculous. They were people playing parlor tricks and carnival games, taking the money of people who were vulnerable and desperate for any kind of answer. But days of reflection, looking inward, Florence found herself no closer to the answers that she wanted about her situation. More than anything, she wanted to be reassured about her thoughts regarding Aversio. She was already vulnerable. Now she was getting desperate. A few days ago, she had even sent a letter to the young Ms. Trelawney, asking if the two of them could meet. Now Florence stood on Sybill Trelawney’s doorstep, nervous as she had ever been, hoping to all things holy that the girl could provide her with some sense of solace, no matter how slight.

@sybilltrxlawney

[luce-talksalot]

Starter Call

I’m excited to get Lucinda in on all the action. Please like this for a starter call. I’ll probably reach out for plotting or just throw something more general up and see how they get on. If you have any ideas please feel free to shoot me a message.

[frankxlongbottom]

Starter Call

Hi Everyone! I’d like to take on a few more threads for the month when the Order has moved into the castle. I’m looking to plot with everyone because Frank is out of it and depressed and his reactions would be different from normal. If you want to have deep conversations, or grow friendships now could be a good time. Frank is trying to make amends as well so anyone in the Order or Aversio can be on the end of that. I think he’s really lost right now. I’m going to cap this at four so I don’t get too overwhelmed. I’m excited to plot with you all.

[maryxgracexmacdonald-blog]

Diagon Alley

April 22nd 

It wasn’t even that dark, but Mary was still beyond jumpy as she walked down the street so she could get something to eat before heading home. After locking up the bookstore by herself, she had an ever growing feeling that she was not truly alone. The brunette jumped as she heard a noise behind her and turned around quickly a small and choked scream coming to the surface while her hand lifted her wand. 

[rosemaryxparkinson-blog]

VIP Section

April 17th

“All you have to do is say yes.” Rosemary whispered, leaning in even closer. Perfectly manicured nails lightly scratched against their cheek and she knew from the silent gaping that she had them right where she wanted them. Red stained lips curled up, but did not betray her true plans. “That’s right... all you have to do is say yes.” She cooed. Everything had gone so wrong since the Selwyn ball that she had to do something to feel in control and to get her pent up frustrations and anger out.