#diagonopen

[foragoodetimecall]

Who: Rory and Open

Where: Boarding Stables, Outskirts of London

There were few things Rory was truly attached to in life, his wand, his mother and his chestnut mare Saturn just about rounded out the list. While he did trust the farm he paid to board her at, he tried to do as much of her care as possible and take her for trail rides at least once a week. It kept both of them trained and bonded. He’s in the middle of adjusting the saddle when he catches someone looking at him. A sharp brow arches, the smile on is face quickly fading, “can I help you?” 

[madeyeinmotion]

When: Late Night, Current Game Time

Where: Outside the MoM

Who: Moody & Open

Moody steps outside of the Ministry, breathing in the damp air of the coming spring. It’s still cold at night but not enough that he feels the need for a jacket. His shoulders slump as he lets out a deep sigh, face tilting up to the tiny sliver of a moon in the sky. It’s a relief. There’s still time. Still a chance to find the hunter before the next kill. It weighs on him, heavy as a hammer hitting a nail. “Fuckin’ fuck,” he mutters to no one in particular, “fuck off.”

[antonalog]

Who: Antonin and Open

Where: Along the River Thames, Outside the wizarding district

When: Current Game Time

Time perpetually moves forward as relentlessly as the dirty water of the Thames. His black eyes study the rolling water, leaning against a guardrail. He lets out a deep breath. Early sunlight filters through the lingering clouds of the night. It’s a liminal space during the quiet transition from night to day, the few other strangers walking around are more like ghosts than people. Is he a ghost too? He feels like it. He ought to leave before the sun gets to high; it’s no good for a man of shadows to be caught in the sun. He stands up straight, taking a step back from the railing and bumping into another ghost. He frowns, turning around, “askink for pardons.”

[chryssieg-darp-blog]

This is incredibly overpriced.

[afxllenstar-blog]

“Welcome to St. Mungo’s. You’re in need of a healer?”

[amycuscarrowofcarrow-blog]

Amycus didn’t wait any longer than absolutely necessary; as soon as the gate to the Alley opened enough for him to get through, he was through. He was in a hurry; he hoped to be able to get to Eeyelop’s and back home in as short time as possible. If he didn’t linger in the Alley, maybe he’d be able to avoid his sister for another day. 

“Ooof!” Of course, that plan hinged on not getting interrupted, which literally running into someone did. Interrupt him, that is. “Ey now, watch where ye’re going!”

[eliza-proudfoot-blog]

Work had drained her, yet she was restless. So she did what any other restless heart did, she went to the Three Broomsticks. Cozying up at the bar after ordering a glass of gillywater and relaxing. As she waited for her drink to be served, she scanned the pub, taking in her surroundings like she did everywhere she went. “Thank you.” she told the bar tender as her drink was set in front of her.

[shimmydowndiagon-blog]

A bell jingled, signalling a visitor - hopefully even a customer. Shimmy sighed, putting his mug of lukewarm tea down and snapping The Prophet shut - with some relief, really. There were dark days ahead. Heaving himself to his feet, he made his way out to the front room. He’d cultivated some of the shadows in the shop, hoping to one day be able to appear much like the wandmaker did, but he’d not managed yet. Probably because the cane kept giving him away. He leaned against the back of the desk.

“Can I help you with anything? Service, broom kits?”