#holocene starter

[lucvweasley-blog]

lucy: i know it's 4am but

lucy: a bowl of cereal is... soup?!

[mollweasleys]

where: the projection reel of photos of the birthday trio when: 8:12 pm who: as open as molly’s heart !!

“Ahhh, I’m so glad! They’re Lou’s favourite ba—oh my god, doesn’t he look adorable?” Molly suddenly exclaimed, cutting herself off as a picture of tiny Louis popped on the side of the shed, his smiling six year old face filling up the wood (and her easily pleased, sentimental, family-loving heart).

[vivchang]

where: at a bonfire pit by the lake when: 9:35 pm, the end-of-summer birthday bash who: open to all u babes

“Okay, okay!” Viv laughed, taking a drink. “It was like, one time, and he was a bad flier as well as being twice my size so it worked about as well as you could think—-honestly, he’s lucky we didn’t crash into the fucking Whomping Willow, that’s how useless he was, and inconveniently big for me to get the broom to follow my movements. Anyway, yeah, I’ve done the drunk-tandem-broom-flying—-though, he was drunk, I was just... buzzed.” She drummed her fingers against her thigh, then said, “All right... never have I ever kissed someone underwater.”

[mcgnifiques]

when:  8 august, 2023 where:  wizarding london who:  open

     “look, i liked playing dress-up in my dad’s clothes when i was little as much as the next kid!”  louis sighed, seemingly defeated;  though he continued on with his rant,  “but i didn’t want to do it ten years later.  i’m nearly an adult and here i am, wearing my dad’s stuff from the nineties to the ministry.”  he’d recently hit a sizable growth spurt, and everything was awful for the young weasley boy.  not that he’d ever been too coordinated before, he was simply ungraceful now.  nothing fit and his only saving grace was that his voice had already changed and quit cracking.  well, mostly. 

[pippakrum]

“alright, alright, it's a hell of a feeling though / it’s a hell of a feeling though” pippa’s voice harmonized with the lead singer of liquid mercury’s voice. their smile was wide and their hair was flying around behind them as they moved to the rythm of the song before jumping both physically and into the next lines, “Champaign, cocaine, gasoline / and most things in between / I roam the city in a shopping cart / A pack of camels and a smoke alarm / This night is heating up / Raise hell and turn it up / “Saying "If you go out you might pass out in a drain pipe" / Oh yeah, don't threaten me with a good time.” pippa took a few step backwards, smiling at the crowd of people that had come for the birthday party which they... certainly had not expected, but had been quick to fall into steps with. they smiled at the lead singer and gave them a hug, thanking them for letting pippa upstage them and giving them the mic back before descending from the stage, the thrill that they got from performing rushing through their veins and making them giddy and excited. 

[lilibetmoody-blog]

Lilibet maneuvered through the crowd easily, dodging men whose arms were full of various magical objects, muttering “it’s fine” when a woman bumped into her and apologized. Everywhere she went, Lilibet walked with purpose. Confidence. A plan in mind and a schedule to keep. 

She’d noticed someone ahead of her staring in her direction. Nothing alarming––they certainly weren’t a threat––but still a bit odd. The hair on the back of her neck stiffened and she suppressed the urge to look behind her. No need to make it obvious. Just moments later she stopped before the person and flashed them a smile. 

“Are you alright?” she asked. Her eyes flickered back and forth. She saw a group of witches whispering far to her right. A billow of smoke rolled to her left. Nothing outwardly strange. 

Of course, what she didn’t realize was that her skin had turned a bright green. Chartreuse really. Utterly awful. 

[sofiaxkrum-blog]

“So Mama told me I should let my hair grow and I’ve been doing that for a long time and I like it and Mama always has really lovely ways to fix it. But it’s just so much work and . . .” Sofia wrinkled her nose. “I think I might cut it all off? Maybe get bangs? I dunno. What do you think?”

[lysnders]

Eyes scanned the mannequin for a second, eyebrows creased in thought. Lysander wasn’t MUCH of a fashion-fan, but they had the feeling they had a good sense for aesthetics, but yet ... something seemed off about the combination of secondhand clothes on the mannequin. “You,” they said, gesturing at a passerby. “Help me out here --- what does this handsome young dummy need? Something’s missing, but I can’t for the life of me figure out what it is ... a hat, maybe?” They wanted this to be perfect. This mannequin represented the junk shop, and they’d be damned before they let their workplace be misrepresented.