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[lestrangebtrix-blog]

Bellatrix was a heavy drinker. In order to be drunk, she had to drink more than most of her friends; and in order to enjoy that silly event she had to be utterly drunk.

She looked at their faces; mostly mudbloods and blood traitors sitting together, laughing and paying attention to their families and those stupid bands playing so badly it was as if there was a knife being put on inside her ear every time a instrument were played. It was not she didn’t enjoy parties, she did, but there were a bunch of other ways to have much more fun. Parties like that, to that awful God and their awful children, were a good way to spot blood traitors, to choose the next target, to be aware of everything and, at the same time, drink more than a little so the night is more bearable. 

It was on her third glass of wine that she noticed who was standing in her sight. Shoes clapping against the floor like thunder, she approached the person like it was an old friend. 

“Not leaving, are you? Just when I thought things were starting to get exciting”, she smiled. 

[cissaxmclfoy]

July 29, 2018, 12:25pm Christmas in July OPEN

There was nothing quite like Draco to remind Narcissa of all the innocence that still existed in the world. Even in the middle of the summer, when the wizarding community of London decided to celebrate Christmas. The youngest of the Black sisters, Narcissa had always been fond of the winter, and having her son made the holidays more special. And while Florean’s decision to have the festivities seemed sudden, she wasn’t going to say no. 

It was no surprise that Draco was well behaved in public, for a four year old he always was. His eyes lit up at everything they passed, asking more than once if Christmas had come early. In a way, it had, but Narcissa couldn’t say much else. There were plenty of things that he seemed to be excited to do, and it was all she could do to make a mental list to remember what all he asked for, silently vowing to take time for it all.

But, now, they seemed to have gotten lost inside of the extraordinary maze. Of everything that was set up, it wasn’t Narcissa’s first choice in activity but she had agreed anyway. He seemed to be enjoying it, even if they were lost. “Okay love, which way do you think?” She asked her son, almost oblivious to anyone else appearing nearby.

[ecoserpent-blog]

summer festival ! ---------- open starter.

event planning had never troubled her. really. it was one the many useless  &  trivial skills she’d collected throughout years upon years of wife-training. after all, it’s rule number one, isn’t it ? a woman must be organized. she must be two steps ahead, especially when the masses anticipate her being three steps behind.  &  rayna is nothing if not organized -- eyeing the festivities, ensuring everything goes as planned. she is careful to avoid disaster in the eyes of both the ministry  &  her father alike, as any hiccups will undoubtedly fall on her shoulders harder than they would lucius’, because men  (  of course  )  aren’t bred for hosting. they aren’t bred for warmth. little do they know that rayna possesses the power to behave just as brutally as they doubt a woman being capable of. 

she sips at her fourth glass of red wine  &  straightens her shoulders. her mother’s voice rings incessantly in the back of her head:  sit up straight, rayna. men don’t like women with crooked spines. after all, her mother is right:  men don’t like women with crooked spines because men don’t like women with spines at all. it only took twenty-eight years for them to agree on something,  &  she’d linger on that a little longer ---- had a phantom touch at her shoulder not pulled her from her thoughts. she turns, rolling her eyes.    “ if we were anywhere else, sneaking up on me would most definitely warrant a hex. “

[peterchildofiris]

The last thing Peter expected to see today was muggles on the stage. This event was organised by the children of Dionysus, both of whom were Death Eaters. How long until these muggles were made an example of in front of their audience? How long until singing turned to screaming as they were thrown into the air upside-down so the blood rushed to their heads, faces turning blue? A crowd like this presented the perfect opportunity for an attack. Would Peter be expected to don his mask? He hadn’t brought it today, but he could improvise. The gaiety of the event was utterly lost on Peter. Muggles didn’t belong here, so why had they been invited to perform? 

It couldn’t possibly be for their music. Peter turned his back on the stage, taking a swig from his mug of beer. Coldplay were overrated. “Bring back the Weird Sisters!” he called out to no one, raising his mug to the sky. He’d been nursing this particular drink since he arrived about an hour ago. Peter never drank with Death Eaters, no matter how much he might want to after listening to the shit they had to say, and here in this carnival of fun Death Eaters were everywhere. 

He focused on the only familiar face he could see. “You. Come toss a clown with me,” he said, pointing a finger at them across the crowd. “And that...” Peter’s cheeks blazed red, and he threw his head back, cringing. “That was not supposed to come out like that.” He might not be able to escape the melody--why did A Sky Full of Stars have to be so catchy?--but he could at least escape the sight of the band and all these worshippers jumping up and down to the beat. “You in?” he shouted as the volume rose, attempting to look provocative then ruining it by laughing. 

[alclgbttm-blog]

OPEN STARTER Summer Concert Festival for Dionysus July 8

They’ve barely arrived to the second day of the festival when Neville noticed a call out sign for a three-legged race and immediately started pulling on both Frank and her hand to enter the contest. Alice ended up being the one who signed up with Neville for the race while Frank was going to record it and cheer for them from the side.

The people who checked that the rope around their legs was secure looked up at her funnily, probably because of the heels on her feet, but it was nothing she hasn’t seen before. Anyone who doesn’t know her and sees the heels in any situation assumes it would mean a set back for her, but since she’s so used to them and wears them constantly, not wearing them would be the weird thing for her.

When they started counting back, she looked down at Neville and grinned back at her little boy, and when the race started, they both set of towards the finish line. It was messy and it took them a little while to get the hang of it, but eventually ended up on third place, and the fact that Neville was laughing like the happiest boy in the world right next to her was the most amazing feeling in the world. This tiny human being was the most important person in her entire life, and him being so happy and carefree and enjoying himself was all she could ask for.

A slight problem arose once they crossed the finish line. They were so in the momentum, slowing down and stopping ended up being a lot trickier than they thought, their legs twisted up and they landed on the ground. The laughter didn’t die, however, it only increased from Neville, and Alice couldn’t help but join him. When somebody stopped next to them, she looked up to the person with a wide grin. “Come to congratulate us?”

[lilycpctter-blog]

↣ OPEN Summer Concert Festival July 8, 1979

Lily could hear the sound of bands changing, going from Coldplay back to the Weird Sisters. The ways the festival cycled through music was convoluted and though Lily was certain that she could have done it better given the chance (as was the case with most things, the voice of her mother reminded her), it hadn’t been her idea for a festival in the first place. Of course it was a welcomed change, but she couldn’t shake the feeling something else could end up happening. Again, maybe Athena was getting the best of her, she wouldn’t be surprised. Still, she was keeping Harry close to her; he was behaving well for the most part, but one false move could lose him in the crowd and that was a panic she didn’t need.

And she could have sworn that she had seen Petunia on her way through the crowd, toward the closest spattering of tables that had been lined up. She had sat Harry down with food, hoping to ease his complaints. If she was being honest with herself she needed a minute to compose herself. There was no way Petunia was anywhere nearby, but the few seconds she had seen her, it had felt so real. With so many faces passing by, it would be easy to imagine things. Lily needed to remember that.

“Finish eating and we’ll go back to the games, alright?” She promised, smoothing her son’s hair for the briefest second before it sprung up in its wild directions again. Lily had been so focused on taking care of Harry that when someone sat nearby, she barely noticed.