#florenceyaxley

[bbcharity]

where: the three broomsticks who: @florenceyaxley

Charity slid through the low hum of the pub with a glass of firewhisky in hand, her eyes catching on a familiar profile in the corner. Of all places, and of all nights—Florence Yaxley. Their last meeting still lingered in Charity’s memory like a secret she’d been keeping.

Without hesitation, she veered toward the table, ignoring the empty seats scattered about. Bold as a dare, she pulled out the chair across from Florence and sank into it, lips curved in a grin.

“Well, well. Either fate has a sense of humor, or you’ve been following me.” Her tone was teasing, but her gaze lingered a fraction too long to be anything but deliberate.

[rsrevan]

where: diagon alley who: @florenceyaxley

Evan hadn’t exchanged more than a few words with Florence Yaxley—just enough to know she was Corban’s sister—but there was something about the way she carried herself that made him take notice. He spotted her browsing the shelves in Flourish & Blotts and couldn’t resist approaching, careful to keep his tone light and respectful.

“Funny,” he began, leaning casually against a nearby bookshelf, “I always thought Corban was the most interesting Yaxley I’d met… but I might have to reconsider that.” His dark eyes held a teasing glint, but his smile was polite, almost charmingly careful.

[rsrevan]

where: end of summer fayre who: @florenceyaxley

The fayre was exactly the kind of spectacle Evan usually avoided — crowded, noisy, all that false cheer. But with Florence at his side, it was hard to be his usual cynic. He’d owled her half on a whim, half because he wanted to see if she’d actually say yes — and now, with the redhead beside him, he found himself quietly smug about how well the idea had played out.

“See?” he said, offering her his arm as they strolled past the glowing lanterns strung between stalls. “Not so bad when you’ve got good company. Admit it — you’re impressed I managed to drag you here without a single bribe.” His grin tilted lazy and knowing, the kind that suggested he didn’t mind if she teased him back.

The fire-breather at the far end of the street drew a burst of applause, and Evan glanced down at Florence, his eyes alight with amusement. “Go on then, pick a game. If you win, I’ll buy you something sweet. If I win—” his glance slid sidelong, playful, “—well, I suppose I’ll just have to think of something worth collecting.” He tipped his head toward her, watching the lantern-light catch in her hair. “So, Florence, what’ll it be? A fair fight, or do I get to make you blush in front of half the village first?”

[rsrevan]

where: diagon alley who: @florenceyaxley

Done dealing with a couple of debtors who had long since last paid their losses, Evan was on his way back to the shop to wrap up some matters and get back home for the day. The turn towards Knockturn Alley was a couple of steps away and a petite redhead stood in his way, brows raising with curiosity before training his features into a confident smirk. "I doubt the place you're looking for is down there." He said, catching her attention. "Not looking that pretty, at least."