#emptyfordays

[skeeterbeatle-blog]

Media Pass

Rita Skeeter, gossip corresponder for the Daily Prophet, was looking for an interview. Not a damning one. A curious one. And the man she was there to interview was the lead singer of The Hobgoblins, Stuart Boardman. Her press pass allowed her access backstage and she intended to use it. She was interested to know how this young man continued to play his music, entertain others, even with a war going on.

“Mr. Boardman? Rita Skeeter, journalist for the Daily Prophet. I’d like to ask you a few questions, in regards to the band. Do you have a moment?”

[ohlookatoaster-blog]

☮ - friendship headcanon

【 x 】 ; ☮

      arthur is incredibly loyal to his friends. once you gain his trust he will do everything in his power to make you comfortable and will always welcome and harbor you. showing up before him will reward you with hugs and smiles and jokes cracked of your absence. calling upon him in a time of need will reward you with a comrade willing to do everything in his power to assist you. though he can be a little uncertain of his usefulness he doesn’t hesitate to try his hardest regardless.

[jamesxpctter]

“Kiss me.”

They had been bantering back and forth for what seemed like only a few minutes.  But the clock on the wall showed that the two had actually been chatting for hours.  It had been an accident encounter really.  Stubby had been sitting there, back turned.  James, believing it to be his best mate, walked up, immediately letting a flirtatious greeting slip.

So, when Stubby revealed he was not, in fact Sirius Black, James immediately started to apologize, but the other waved him off.  Instead, he started flirting right back.  This brought a laugh from both boys, and James sat down next to Stubby Boardman.

From there, they had been talking about anything and everything they could think of, occasionally throwing in a pick up line just for kicks and giggles.  But, as Stubby now sat, intensely staring at James, it caused the Potter boy not to be so sure if the next words were a joke or not.

“Kiss me.”

A little taken aback, James coughed, the drink he had been sipping on sputtering out of his mouth.  “Shit.”  Wiping off his shirt with his hand, he turned back to the other, laughing.  “I think I just kind of killed the moment,” he said, but was greeted with the same intense stare.

“Or… not.”

And before he knew what was happening, Stubby Boardman was leaning forward, pressing his lips to James’s briefly before pulling away.  Eyes wide, James could only stare at the other boy as he sat there.  

There was a wink, followed by a ‘see you around, Potter,’ and Stubby Boardman left, leaving a confused and still slightly flustered James Potter behind.

[marlene-mckinncn-blog]

Save You Tonight || Marlene & Stubby

(for @emptyfordays)

“Protego!” Marlene cried, wand audibly slashing through the air to join the mingled screams and yells echoing throughout the unluckiest chunk of muggle London. There were too many masks glinting back at her. Marlene could do simple math. A fine spray of crimson coated her face and chest like freckles so numerous they could have formed constellations. Judging by the dented mask still hiding the face of its owner sprawled a few feet away from her, she suspected it was the purest of magical blood that was now spattered across her skin. Lacking time, she stumbled backwards over the brick that had so recently been clutched in her free hand and squinted past the sudden flashes of curses ricocheting off the shield she had cast. Four, there were still four of them. “Incendio!” Three.

Debris discarded by fleeing muggles crunched under Marlene’s dragon hide boots and she conjured another shield to protect her reverse trek as she attempted to draw the Death Eaters further away from the center of Piccadilly Circus. Sudden flashes of light from distant wands—some gut-wrenching green and hopeful red—streaked through her vision and she spared a glance over her shoulder to ensure she wouldn’t be attacked from behind. No more dark silhouettes approached through the smoke caused by her recent spell and she let out a ragged breath. But her stomach plummeted at the sudden cold shock of stone pressing into her back. There was no where left to go.

Grim calculations filled her head, quickly expelling all other thoughts. Backed into a corner, she had limited options. Picking them off one at a time would be impossible, not if she wanted to be effective. Marlene’s eyes swept up to the sky, taking in the building that caged her in and reached several stories above her. Thoughts of a blasting curse raced through her mind, closely followed by the vision of confused muggles likely huddled in the floors stacked above the street. The metallic tang of blood suddenly welled up in her mouth and she spat, her eyes leveling on the closest of the masks.

“I’ll make you a deal, eh?” she called out her proposition with a wild grin as she hurtled towards a decision, “you lot can die for your cause and I’ll die for mine, seems fair.” Then, in a split-second, her understanding of the scene laid out before her was shattered. Her first instinct was to assume that the new arrival—barely visible at first between the shoulders of those surrounding her—was another Death Eater, but recognition quickly followed. Civilian or not, this new wizard very suddenly became Marlene’s best option. She opened her mouth before her cascade of thoughts could get the better of her and screamed.

“Stubby!”

[bloodmoon-rising]

Remus & Stubby || Hey, I Know You

DATE: June 13, 1978 LOCATION: Diagon Alley INSPIRATION: When You Were Young- The Killers

It was an overcast afternoon, brisk for early summer. Remus shoved his hands deep into the pockets of his dust-covered, paint-splattered brown pants, quickly meandering through the crowded streets of Diagon Alley. It was seven days until the full moon and after the attack on Hogwarts, he was feeling particularly sore. 

A thin, familiar man walked just ahead sporting fitted jeans and a jacket that screamed Sirius and a smile spread over Remus’s lips. He was in the mood for a good time after a long day at work and if Sirius could be counted on for anything, it was a good time.

“Oy!” Remus shouted after his mate, jogging to catch up with him. “Why didn’t you tell me you were goin’ to be here, mate? Come to harass me? At least buy me a drink after--” Remus stopped mid-sentence, eyes bulging as he realized he was not talking to Sirius but, in fact, Stubby Boardman. The singer Stubby Boardman who he’d seen perform only a few nights prior. “Shit, mate. Sorry. You look just like my mate from behind. Sorry. Love your music, though.” He ran a hand through his hair and fell back in his pace, feeling embarrassed.

[secondsightsybill-blog]

Tea Leaves & Talks || Stubby & Sybill.

Sybill had never intended to bring her work home with her, but as the way of Fate, a Seer’s wishes didn’t always come first. When Sybill had set up the appointment with her new client, she’d expected to conduct the reading in a neutral location so that the environment wouldn’t affect the Spirits; after all, she was a newlywed, and the Higglebottom-Trelawney (she refused to take Rhys’ last name just yet) flat wasn’t exactly suitable for company. Sybill had promised herself that she’d put away the laundry, and yet the living room still managed to look as though heathens lived there.

Sipping her morning tea, Sybill had happened to glance down at the tea dregs in her cup and saw it: the unmistakable shape of a mountain. No, no, no! This won’t do. The tea dregs’ message was quite clear: mountains were for change, for locations. Sybill had owled her client right then and there, a scrawled and frantic message on a scrap: Don’t go to the pub, meet me at 23 Spark Street. Tea leaves said that the location was not safe for divining. 

After sending off a grumpy Phoebus, the horned owl, to her client---gods, what was the name? Shawn? Stewart? Sybill would have to find that card soon--- Sybill started tossing clothes left and right, hiding them under future. 

“I should be concentrating my Inner Eye,” Sybill grumbled, shoving one of Rhys’ shirts underneath the coffee table. 

Thump, thump, thump! Sybill’s gaze shot to the door, and she carelessly tossed the last pair of socks towards the living room entryway. The client was coming for the Reading, not the scenery. Straightening her pale blue robes, Sybill paused before the door. Don’t lose focus. Calm yourself. 

The excitement that accompanied the anticipation before a reading thrummed through Sybill’s veins, and she flung open the door with a broad smile on her face. “Welcome, welcome!”