#fm event001

[ofamelias]

WHO: Amelia & Open WHEN: September 21st 1985, Early Evening WHERE: Outside Rosa Lee Teabag’s, Diagon Alley

Amelia had lost count how many times she had walked up and down the entire length of Diagon Alley. The victory celebrations had been in full swing for several hours now, but despite knowing in her heart of hearts that there was nothing to be concerned about, not anymore, it was still hard for her to leave her work in the office back at the Ministry. It made her happy to see the whole community come together, but even now, large congregations made her uneasy.

On this particular round, one of the waitresses from Rosa Lee Teabag’s had been able to catch her attention long enough to offer her a freshly brewed cup of tea. Accepting the cup, Amelia muttered the words “you’re a star” in thanks, before she turned to face out on to the street once more.

[ofnarcissas]

WHO: Narcissa & Open WHEN: September 21st 1985, Evening WHERE: The Three Broomsticks, Exterior

Although they were never going to be the types of celebrations that Narcissa had grown accustomed to over the years, nor were they truly ones that , she had secretly always liked the events that Madam Rosmerta hosted. Sure, they were always going to be full of people she’d rather not spent time with, but the owner of The Three Broomsticks always knew how to cater for just about anyone who would turn up at her door.

The festivities were well underway when Narcissa had arrived, and she found herself weaving in and out of the many other wixen as she made her way towards the pubs entrance, intending to head in to get herself a drink. As she reached the small step that led to the old wooden door, Narcissa realised that another person had arrived at the exact same time. Taking a small step back, she waved her hand ahead of herself.

“Please, after you.”

[jfpottcr]

Who: James & Open When: 21 September; late evening Where: the leaky cauldron ( that’s in london )

the first time james had visited the leaky cauldron, and truly came- sat down at the tables and drank way too much butterbeer until he’d felt sick, he’d been twelve years old and on his way to get school supplies with his dad before his second year at hogwarts. he had known nothing back then, although he thought he had known it all. and maybe one day a few years down the line he would bring harry here and fill him up on too many sweets and give him his first butterbeer and hope he was innocent enough to think he knew everything there was to life at that young age too; and it would make everything worth it. 

he was drinking butterbeer now, although spiked with quite a bit of firewhiskey as james was no longer twelve nor innocent, and it made the perfect combination of buzz and nostalgia. besides, he had never been good with any drinks that you could taste the liquor in anyway. he’d ordered two more of the same, turning towards the new figure next to him and sliding a cup in their direction with a grin. “Merlin, it’s been so long since i’ve last been here i tried to toast the gryffindor quidditch season.”