#fracturedrpstarter

[xrodolphusxxlestrangex]

where: the hog's head. who: open.

There needed to be better quality pubs. There was no way in hell Rodolphus would be caught at the Three Broomsticks -- child's play. And the Leaky Cauldron built as a place built between the "two worlds" -- he'd rather vomit. That didn't leave much which is what led him to the Hog's Head. It was disgusting but at least he could get his drink. "Scotch on the rocks."

He tilted his head upward as he walked in to his booth which was already occupied. He stood straight up looking down at the occupant without two words. He shifted his head to the other side, his piercing blue eyes creeping into the others'. Finally the patron cowered and slipped from the seat. Rodolphus cleared his throat and sat with a smirk on his face. "Never gets old," he said to himself as Aberforth brought him his scotch. "Good man," he said as he raised his glass.

He stretched his arms in the air and cracked his neck creating a resounding sound. Unfortunately it seemed the noise was meant for dogs to hear as someone approached him. He swigged his scotch waiting. Just waiting.

[alliecarrow]

WHO : open WHEN : friday july 10th, 1982, late evening / dusk WHERE : diagon alley (corner of knockturn alley)

alecto hated days like today, for no reason other than the boredom that always seemed to set in so much quicker. amycus had left for a business trip, and she had been told rather directly not to come in to work over the weekend, which left her with too much time on her hands for her own good — or the good of anyone else, if she was honest. in a halfhearted attempt to keep from causing too much trouble she had decided to wander diagon alley in search of some tiny bit of entertainment, which had led to her standing on the corner of knockturn alley, still debating on if she needed anything from the shadier side of town.

"ten galleons says it rains tonight." in spite of hearing the footsteps drawing close she isn't even entirely certain on who she's speaking to, eyes locked on a single slow-drifting wisp of a cloud. she was fairly certain, however, that it's going to rain within the hour. finally turning her attention to the newest passerby she offered a slight grin. "call it a hunch."

[swearwolfx-archive]

Where: Back alley near Gringotts Who: @mighty-prongs

Remus was still on an adrenaline high when he noticed the blood staining his clothes barely remembering how it had happened. Lily’s necklace had saved him from worse injury having clashed with several of the death eaters but spending the longest with Snape. Many of the wounds that were inflicted may have come from him, something that made him angrier than it should have. The aurors had begun rounding people up, but he didn’t see Sirius or Bellatrix and had snuck out to the alley hoping to find him there. He ran down the alley to the shadowed area looking for James or Sirius where they had agreed to meet up. None of them would leave without making sure the others were alright and failing to show up to the meeting place meant something was wrong.

He heard footsteps and had his wand at the ready to attack if necessary but as the figure came closer he realized with relief it was James. “Prongs,” he breathed, a sigh of relief. “You made it.” James didn’t look too bad a bit banged up but he couldn’t see any major injuries. “Did you see Padfoot? I lost track of him in the bank…” he trailed off having a bad feeling that he wasn’t here by now. There was a commotion at the end of the alley where it let out to the street and he saw Sirius being led away and he had to stop himself from going after him from more of their members being caught and questioned wasn’t what they needed. Remus uttered a curse under his breath. He hated it though it felt disloyal to just stand by and let him go. Shaking his head he told himself there was nothing he could do for Sirius right now, they would wait for word and meet him at the Ministry to get him out. After all, they couldn’t just go directly there or their involvement would be clear, they had to wait to be notified he had been arrested.

[mighty-prongs]

The most important event on James career was happening and James got to be a part of it. It felt somewhat bittersweet, the fact that he would be participating in the World Cup but not as a player made him ponder about his life, his found job and the war. And what would he would like to go carrying on after everything was over.

However, he didn’t want to worry while he was supposed to be celebrating. He put his million thoughts aside and took a swing from his butterbeer and smiled to the person sitting next to him, “Shame Ireland is not making it to the final, innit?” 

[halfblxxdprinc3]

On The Threshold

who: open where: the hopping pot / diagon alley when: may 2nd, 1982

Those who wore their hearts proudly on their sleeves were considered fools in Severus’ mind. Those who could not control their emotions; were easily provoked; wallowed in painful memories. It made it all the easier to twist and contort the mind. Especially in dark times such as the one Severus found himself smack-dab in the middle, now.  In times where a powerful, dark wizard has a tight grip on many fates. Including his own.

‘I don’t need help from filthy little Mudbloods like her!’

His own words echoed in his mind, but had to quickly push them out. Severus would not let himself be weak. As if out of a daze, the young man shook his head and memory from his mind and noticed one of his journals open on the table. The page itself, had spinets of sentences; unable to be complete; the whole page rendered incoherent. Gulping, his eyes flickered towards his hot toddy, still being stirred by the spoon he had cast a small spell on, and closed the little book. He only looked up when he felt a presence near him.

[fauvehoof]

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Open Starter ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 

Mid January, 1982

St. Mungo’s

Lily paced around her hospital room in small, wavering lines, trying to be as quiet as possible. If the mediwix found her out of bed, again, she’d never hear the end of it, but they didn’t seem to realize how much they were asking of her when they said “sit still”.

She knew that the cocktail of potions she was regularly receiving just to keep her calm and without pain was messing with her balance, but it didn’t matter- she wanted to move. Lily wanted to help herself to the window, to the neighboring patients, to the one mediwix she kept pestering for potion opinions, even as they chided her for being away from bed. She wanted to see what she felt like seeing, and go where she felt like going- because she could. Because she was free to.

With a wince, Lily’s eyes widened as she heard someone walking down the corridor, approaching her room. If it hadn’t been for the potions- the sound would have sent her into a panic attack, but for now Lily’s biggest concern was not getting caught out of bed.

With a breath of relief, Lily eased herself into her bed, victorious. She couldn’t watch the silhouette fill the door way- that was still too much, but Lily just kept her eyes down, waiting for her guest to reveal themselves.

[admelicra]

꒰  🌼  ꒱    —     𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓   ﹕ @anyone  ．

it was universally known that the only thing holding the wixen world together — if one could even say it was being held together, which in itself was highly debatable — was the pretence of high society and decency, which was precisely why amaline found herself taking a solitary stroll through carkitt market, taking in the steadily growing crowds. she couldn't complain, she always enjoyed people watching and taking in the things that still excited those on the outskirts of the war — if it meant she did her husband's image a favour, and tried to overhear a conversation or two… well. amaline selwyn ( née vance ) was nothing if not a practical woman. while she made no purchases, she walked and perused different shops, hummed and ahed at whatever seemed pretty, offered polite smiles at the people behind the counters, and waved at babbling babies. all in all, she could've done quite a lot worse, and she was almost satisfied with her friday when a familiar face forced her hand — it would hardly be polite to not approach them, after all, and so she did. "the shops are quite quaint, aren't they? i've done the rounds twice by now, i believe."

[tptcnks]

| where : atrium at the ministry of magic | who: open 

“buggering shit blast damn” Ted watched as one of the pages from the most recent chapter of his report flew from the stacks of his spilled paperwork, floating so elegently into the floo of a random ministry worker, someone that he both could not track down, but now was in posession of any number of theories that he was currently working on. He could already see the hours of work it would take to source the mistake, and felt himself deflate. 

It was one of those days, and unfortunately one of those days happened far too often for Ted’s liking. He could never just stumble along and find a big stack of galleons in the middle of the road, could he? It always had to be a near disaster moment, threatening his peace of mind at every turn. He turned to scoop up the rest of his paperwork when yet another rogue page went flying. “Excuse me! Excuse me, please snag that!” before I have a complete breakdown in front of the entire ministry.