#er open;

[jakezabini]

Jake had been reaching for an item on the top shelf when he heard the crash of a toppling display behind him. "Causing a commotion, are we?” he drawled, turning slowly on his heel.

[clarawatsn-blog]

“Shit I–sorry.” Clara’s voice was sharp when she spoke, she’d just tripped on some eleven year old’s trunk –summer had just started what were they doing getting school supplies already?– and was very irritated. It might have been the very odd heat speaking but she didn’t care enough to d’well on it. She’d just finished another shift at work and really didn’t want to go home just yet, so she made her way down Diagon Alley. Clara wasn’t paying attention –when was she?– causing her to bump into someone, they were lucky she was so small. She groaned, her voice was still sharp and angry, “I’m so sorry.”

[prof-m-jacobs-whittingstall]

(owls follow) This is so fucking unfunny. Who did this and why are these fuckers following me. Oh ha fucking ha, Whittingstall like owls. (sudden flapping and he jumps) Get fucking lost, arsehole!  

[dommweasley-blog]

Don’t talk to me before I have some coffee. Unless you’re bringing me coffee than go crazy. 

[dommweasley-blog]

what scares you; open

Dom had been staring at the letter for nearly an hour now, ever since the owl had delivered it. She knew who it was from, it was what as inside that scared the shit out of. A part of her wished that she had told her intentions to apply to be a curse breaker to her father and not keep it a secret from everyone. That way she would at least have someone to talk to and help her ease her nerves. But what if she didn’t get in? That was the whole point of all the secrecy so if she didn’t get in she could just act like nothing had happened, she could go on with her life and no one would even know that her own dream had been crushed.

“Stop being a coward…” She mumbled to herself under her breath as she continued to stare at the letter from Gringotts and turn it over and over in her hands. She was brave, she was  a Weasley and a Gryffindor after all but she felt an unfamiliar tightness in her chest that could only be described as panic. She had thought of this day for so long, imagined the joy if she got into the program and cringed at the idea that she would be rejected. Every time she reached to rip the wax Gringotts seal her fingers would freeze and she would feel a shortness of breath, and the little girl in her wanted to run to her father and hide behind his back until the fear went away.

[hgowsly-blog-blog]

broad shouldered beasts / open

He was doing his best not to look too out of place, but it was next to impossible when everyone else around him held the air of someone who went to one too many of these things. It wasn’t as though the Weasley family was one of opulence, though they have had their fair share since the fame that blew their way with the end of the Second Wizarding War. Still, Hugo had never been the type of person to go terribly out of his comfort zone unless someone really wanted him to, constantly choosing instead to stay in bed or hide somewhere else whenever any sort of event that required formality was offered him. It always felt too tedious, too full of faux smiles and personalities: why would he want to subject himself to that? The Victory Ball served as the lone exception only because he guilt tripped himself into attending, saying things like he’d be ungrateful of his parents’ efforts for a safer for him if he didn’t go or that he’d be horribly disappointing his uncle and his cousins. That didn’t mean, however, that he was going to enjoy it, standing by the sidelines in a tux with a bowtie still a little crooked to the left no matter how much time he’d spent trying to straighten it out, nursing a glass of butterbeer he wasn’t sure they even had until he’d asked for it. He contemplated looking for his parents, but knew they were most likely too busy to entertain him. So far nobody seemed to be noticing him enough to ask who he was or who he was with, but Hugo knew that bubble of peace could be burst at any moment.. and that he would undoubtedly still not know what to say.

[teddiestlupin-blog]

“You want a gin and tonic, or are you looking to spice things up?”

[lionelwashburn]

"Ah, hello. Saw that you’d be coming ‘round these parts. Oh, mind the bits of glass - I’m going to have to replace that crystal ball, it foretold a rather unsettling score for Puddlemere United in the upcoming game.”