#imogenrosmerta

[moodilyalastor-blog]

“Blood? Are you bleeding?”

Moody looked down, saw that the blue of his shirt was being marred with a quickly spreading red stain. He looked back up at Imogen, at her wide eyes and red lips forming an ‘o’ of concern. 

“I might be,” he replied, not wanting to worry her too much. There had been a few Death Eaters wanting to make trouble in Hogsmeade. He and some of the others on patrol had chased them off, but curses had been exchanged. Apparently one had hit him.

[skeeterbeatle-blog]

“ did she/he make a pass at you? ”

“Why, Rosmerta? Are you going to do something rash if they did? Oh I’d love to see that, dear, make for quite the show.” 

The journalist smirked into her drink at the scowling barkeep, flipping her hair over her shoulder and cocking her head to the side. The wizard had been harmless, really, but he had been quite bothersome. She’d sent him off after a moment but Imogen had caught him scurrying away with his tail between his legs and seemed to take offense. 

It was touching, really, though Rita could suppose that Imogen got protective of all her patrons. 

[moodilyalastor-blog]

"I told you I do stupid stuff when I got pissed off"

“Yes, but this is a little extreme, even for you.” Though that didn’t stop him from being amused.

[moodilyalastor-blog]

“im NOT jealous ”

“Of course you’re not, lass, of course you’re not. What or who are you not jealous of?”

[magic-sprouts-blog]

😈

Pomona smiled, a sly grin on her face as she sauntered into the pub.  The noise of the patrons was a barrage against her senses.  How so many people could go about their daily lives without a care to what was going on around them.  How foolish, how predictable.  She strolled up to the barmaid, pulling the bag out of her pocket.  

“Venomous Tentacula leaves.  Worth quite a bit on the black market.  And I will give them to you to sell.  For a small bit of information.  Quite a steal, really.”