#dd:winterbreak

[fabia-o]

Fabia walked quickly a hallway at St.Mungo’s, feeling a strange mix of mounting panic and total numbness. Her face was totally blank. She was still wearing her ball dress, now dirty and ripped above the knees. Everything had changed so much in the last few hours...and she hadn’t found Frank. If he were dead, it would be her fault. All her fault. She needed to find him. He needed to be okay. Hearing footsteps behind her, she turned around.

[stubbornasrox]

Roxanne sat on a bench in Diagon Alley, simple watching the crowd. She was too busy focused on a woman walking down the street opposite of her to notice someone walking up next to her. Finally spotting the figure, she turned towards them and smiled. “Long time no see!”

[fabia-o]

Fabia hesitantly peeked at herself in the mirror. It was a time when having no sisters was a very sorry thing indeed, for she had nobody to accompany her to this type of thing. Her mother having had a prior engagement and Fabia being very impatient to get her dress robes for the ball had resulted in her entering Madame Malkin’s alone. She had tried on some very pretty blue robes, but she felt rather silly all dressed up. She didn't even know what she was meant to wear on such an occasion. Fabia thought that they looked nice, perhaps, but she wished she could ask for an opinion.

[nottatty]

Marks Left Behind || Satalia Para

Atalia and Chryson had left the manor for a few days, both of them just needing to get out from under their father’s grip. It was freeing, not feeling like the weight of the world was on her shoulders for a short period of time. She’d been able to wake up in the morning and have breakfast--not having to sit like a lady or worry about the correct utensil to use--without the glare of her Father falling on her. Though, things could never stay like that. Once their few days had ended, Atalia and Chryson made their way back to the manor with grim feeling gripping their hearts.

Once inside, they made their ways to their own rooms, completely healed for the time being. The second Atalia opened her door, her heart dropped. For a few moments, she didn’t know what to do, her eyes scanning over Serena’s body. “...Serena...Serena!” Closing the door behind herself, she ran to the bed and noticed the bruises littering her body, accompanied with a not pe written in Darius’ handwriting. Clean this mess up before Father does it for you. Enraged, she ripped the note up, tears welling in her eyes as she pulled her wand out and started working healing spells with shaky hands. “Come on, Rena, wake up...I’m sorry...I’m sorry...”

[xmollyweasleyii-blog]

The white paper, which read “Reminder: Prefect’s Meeting at 10am, first day back” transfigured to reveal it’s true message once Aidan was alone.

Aidan,

     I received a very interesting letter in the mail the other day from your friend Charlus. He had some... intriguing things to say about you. He also says you might have some information I, and some friends of mine, might be interested in.

     I hope I’m not putting my trust in the wrong person here, Aidan. I trust Charlus, and if he trusts you, then I can trust you too. For now.

     Meet me Thursday around 2:15pm at Madam Malkin’s if you want to talk. Come alone, and make sure it looks like we’ve just bumped into each other. We can’t be too careful in times like these.

Molly

@music-madaidan

[serena-lacroix]

Serena sipped at her coffee as she waited for Molly to show up for their lunch date together. Despite having been at the small cafe for only a few moment, she was already on her second cup. Sleep still wasn’t easy for her, even with Lexington’s presence in her bed once more. The nightmares still plagued her and she’d found herself consuming copious amounts of caffeinated drinks in order to stay awake, even resorting so low as to drink tea if nothing else was available. Her foot tapped anxiously against the leg of the table as she waited, a nervous habit she’d picked up to release the pent up energy.

@xmollyweasleyii

[andrew-davies]

He’d spent most of his break avoiding his family--holiday’s had never been like those out of a book and they were even worse now that Simon was gone. Settled down outside a coffee shop with a book was exactly how Andrew wanted to spend his time. He had a perfect view of the storefront that lead to Diagon Alley, but hoped that none of his friends or schoolmates noticed him”

[alice-ii]

“Bloody brilliant idea to go into Diagon Alley on a weekend, Alice. Top notch.” Alice muttered to herself as she pushed past the crowd of people around her, finally making her way to the section of nicer quills. Of course, like any other place she had been that day, the stock was running low and people hovered in front of them. WIth some patience she waited a few minutes before finally speaking up with great sarcasm. “By all means, take your time, everybody else in here simply has tons of it.”