#ft. greta

[fcnwick]

“someone’s looking incredibly festive,”  benjy said with a smile, approaching greta.  he had decidedly not gone all out like some people for the festival.  if it wasn’t for the fact that he was technically on prophet duty, he probably wouldn’t have gone any dressier than a t-shirt, but he figured he’d at least throw on something with buttons to give the appearance of effort.  prophet duty wasn’t stopping him from enjoying a beverage, though.  “guess i didn’t get the memo, huh?” // @caughtlovebones​ 

[wizardgreat]

when:   some time after the emergency order meeting where:  the boneses

“   Can’t say Eldrid’s taken kindly to the company just yet,   but I’m sure he’ll come around.   ”   Words are delivered with a sheepish grin as he appears in the doorway,   a father apologizing for his son’s poor manners.   He surveys the extra room where Arabella currently resides,    appraising it to ensure their guests will be comfortable.   Not having had much of an opportunity to speak,    he shrugs in offering.   “   Greta’s just put tea on.   ”   

@arabellafiqq​ @caughtlovebones​

[wizardgreat]

when:   some time after the attack where:   the bones’ home

The aftershocks of the attack were still resounding,   as they undoubtedly would be for weeks to come.   It was a fool’s hope to think anything else,   and now that Edgar finally had a moment to his thoughts,   he couldn’t help but kick himself for letting his guard down.   Without work to occupy his mind,   all there was to do was reflect.   Not everyone had been at Mungo’s after the attack sent it into chaos.   He had.   Greta had.   They had the fortune of at least being there as healers rather than patients,   working tirelessly to mend whatever they could.   

But even medical professionals needed a break,   that was evident by the cots that lined the halls,   occupied in intervals by healers who simply could do no more.   Eventually the first shift that arrived after the attack trickled out one by one,   resigned after a day of work,   himself among them.   They were replaced with equally distressed faces,   the weight of uncertainty still clearly visible,   if only briefly hidden by the mask of duty.   He made it home before her,    pacing anxiously in anticipation for her arrival.   Now that there were no more rounds to make and no more patients to check on,   whatever energy left in him is channeled towards her.

“   Greta   -   ”   words escaped him at her arrival,   and he’s wasting no time before he moves towards her.   Suddenly all the day’s events muddle in his head,   the clarity that he’d been afforded when it was needed of him departed,   replaced by a flood of catharsis.   If it had been up to him,   nothing would have kept them apart after the attack   -   but that was a selfish hope.   Each of them were needed in different ways,   and he would never ask her to abandon her obligations,   knowing it wasn't in her nature to do so.   It’s with a gentle sort of care that he places his hands on each of her arms,   looking her over   -   not for any contusions or bruising as he had for some many others in the last 24 hours,   but in a far different way.   In the way of a husband who has longed for nothing more than to be with his wife,   and to care for her too.   “   I’m sorry.   ”

@caughtlovebones​.

[xremus-lupinx]

where: madam puddifoot's. who: greta catchlove; @gretascatchlove.

To say that Remus was nervous about this date was an understatement. There were many reasons to be. He hadn't been on a date in six months. He was still attached to Aurora. The last time they saw each other they had kissed but, perhaps more importantly, it was his fault that she ended up at St. Mungo's. Remus wasn't sure it was a good idea to go on the date but deep down knew he had to try to move on. Aurora appeared to have. Maybe. Maybe he could appear to have moved on. Maybe he would see something good in Greta besides being just a friend. -- there were a lot of maybes riding on this date. His stomach was one giant lump. But it was to be. There he went.

Crossing the busy evening streets down Diagon Alley, Remus found Madam Puddifoot's. The place was out of his comfort zone. It was all frills and bows but there was something quaint about it. He asked for a table outside. He sat down, waiting for Greta to arrive. The lump in his stomach grew into his chest. He saw her. She looked amazing. He was surprised to see her dressed the way she was.

This is it, he said to himself.

"Greta!" he called, pulling her seat out for her.

[tillitoots]

tilden’s present to greta was just in the basket, but the handle had a ribbon on it with a note attached. 

merry christmas greta. i know you love cheese so i had to get you this cheese basket and stuffed animal. i hope you had a great day and got everything you wanted. 

lots of love, 

your secret santa *tilden 

@gcatchlcves​