#diagonstarter

[irisbulstrode]

open starter

The gig had been a success. People laughed so much, it was as if Iris was getting better and better with each act. Of course, there were people who didn’t like her act, mostly men who claimed that she wasn’t funny and that her role was in the kitchen. but Iris always had a clever comeback: whether she had an elf, that she was a terrible cook, that she was a pureblood and purebloods weren’t meant to be in the kitchen, and so on. To make an ommelette one had to break some eggs, right, and she didn’t mind pissing off men whose masculinity was as fragile as her porcelain tea set.

However, this night, in spite of the wonderful response of the audience, something seemed off. As if the atmosphere was slightly heavier. Once getting off stage, Iris sat at the bar and asked for her regular drink. It was then when someone from the staff came with a letter for her, they didn’t know who left it, but Iris assumed it would be signed by someone. Except that it wasn’t. There wasn’t much but a simple phrase written:

Traitors get what they deserve.

Her eyes widened in shock and her skin paled abruptly as an overwhelming feeling of dread took hold of her. She immediately looked around, but there was nothing suspicious. Iris clenched the parchment in her hand, making it a tight ball and she stood up. Her mind was racing and all she could think of was her daughter. Too consumed by fear, she turned on her heels to leave the venue, but she didn’t see the person coming her way and bumped into them, their drinks spilling over the two of them as they collided.

“FUCK!” she exclaimed somewhat hysterically. 

[ms-emmelinevance]

open starter

It wasn’t unusual for Emmeline to work more hours than expected, her shifts were long and she had plenty of papers to grade. She had even fixed her office at the Ministry for when she needed to crash for a while. Not that she lived far, but sometimes it was pointless to go home for less than two hours. So here she was, with Morrison sleeping peacefully on his cot and she was wrapped in blanket and sleeping in the couch of her office. Or at least she was until the door bursted open, making her immediately open her eyes. “What?” She murmured annoyed and still wrapped in her blanket.

[fawnguthrie]

@autumnthompson​

It had been an uneventful day at the shop, which was good. Uneventful days meant that her mood was at ease and so were her emotions and magic. Fawn had the radio on, the muggle radio since she enjoyed muggle music more than wixen music. She was on her lucky day, because Billy Joel was on and she loved his music.

Billy Joel was singing Piano Man and she was singing along as she sprayed some special tonic to some of the plants. She and David had created their own potions that acted like vitamins for the plants that not only helped them grow stronger but made their natural colours more vibrant and enhanced their perfume. 

It was then when she heard the door bell and then the door of her shop closing that she frowned. “I’m sorry, we are clo--- oh! Autumn!” She sighed with relief. “I didn’t know you were dropping by today” she smiled softly. “How are you?”

[autumnthompson]

Where: Hog’s Head Inn Who: Autumn & Open

Autumn let her boots drag across the ground as she walked, not particularly caring that it might ruin the soles. The damn things were already ragged as it was, a few more scuffs wasn't the end of the world. It was a long day at the office, having spent the majority of her day doing paperwork. Most of the time she didn't mind the paperwork, but it made today drag on forever and Autumn was more than excited to finally get out from behind her desk. She wasn't headed anywhere special, just to the Hog's Head. It had become her favourite pub as of late, quiet and out of the way, a place to go when you didn't want to be bothered.

Sitting down in front of the bar, Autumn was glad to see the place was nearly empty besides one body at the far corner. Good, a quiet night was exactly what she wanted. "Firewhiskey." She told Aberforth when he glanced at her, though at this point he likely knew that already. Settling in, she removed her hood and dropped her bag down on the floor, pulling out the Daily Prophet to read as she enjoyed her drink.

The sound of the seat across dragging across the floor made her sigh. Without looking to the person that had chosen to sit with her, her eyes scanned the room at all of the other empty seats before she looked back at the Prophet. "Can I help you?" Autumn asked impatiently, making it rather clear she wasn't in the market for company.

[ophelia-burke]

WHO: Ophelia & OPEN WHERE: The White Wyvern, Knockturn Alley WHEN: Present Day, Mid Afternoon

It might not have that much going for it - the food was subpar at best and the owners reputation was just as questionable as the rest of those who had businesses on Knockturn Alley - but Ophelia had grown to like spending time in the White Wyvern over the years. With most people generally avoiding the place, it meant that it was easy for her to grab a booth near the back pf the old pub during her lunch break and eat with almost no interruptions. 

She was in a relatively good mood today, so didn’t immediately sigh when she sensed another approaching her. “Can I help you with something?” She asked as she glanced up at the other person.

[walden-macnair]

Walden & Open Diagon Alley

“You know, it’s rude to stare,” Walden murmured. Carrying flowers was not something he was regularly in the habit of doing but the bouquet had caught his attention and he figured it wouldn’t hurt to throw the small gesture in his wife’s direction once home. “I was gone what- a week, if that? Would have extended staying home a little longer if work hadn’t thrown my assignments at a completely incompetent sod.”

[kenziedearborn]

Mckenzie & Open Flourish and Blotts - Diagon Alley

The visit to the bookstore was meant to be purely work related since there was a new anthology she planned on perusing before properly purchasing it. She had found the book in question and left it temporarily forgotten, distracted by new books in the children’s section. Mckenzie made it through three of the books before giving an exasperated sigh. “I can already imagine my kids pointing out all three are too similar,” She grimaced. “Maybe it’s time to seek out  a few muggle ones for a change of pace.”

[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?”