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[lvpin-remvs]

Remus sat quietly in the darkened corner of The Three Broomsticks, his head hidden behind the Daily Prophet. He couldn't believe the news, Eugenia Jenkins had done so much good for the wizarding world and now she was gone. It wasn't much of a surprise, though, the holidays had gone way too smoothly it was almost too good to be true. There were no attacks at any Christmas or New Years parties, it was only a matter of time before something happened.

Sighing heavily and ripping the paper away from his eyes, Remus turned to the patron sitting at the table nearest him. He didn't even bother to look to see who it was before opening his mouth, something he rarely did. "Horrible news, isn't it?" He asked, trying to sound as casual as possible, "Can't believe someone who did so much good could be taken away so soon."

[wxrmtxxl]

Who: Peter & OPEN Where: Outside The Ministry of Magic 

The Ministry was chaos... He’d wanted to hide away in his little cubby all day and go ignored but everyone was running about like mad firecrabs and it was all too much. He’d slipped out of the building panting since he’d all but ran the way and lent against the wall outside, the air was wet and it seemed to stick against his skin as he closed his eyes and reminded himself to try and breath, deep and even.

There were deep circles under his eyes, he’d gotten no sleep in the last few days and felt like he was on the edge of dropping where he stood but... there was no time for that. Not now, not ever. He opened his eyes, still breathing a little heavily and realised there was another person nearby, “S-s-sorry.” he mumbled not sure what he was apologising for, “It w-was so mad in there I uhr... I just wanted to get out for a minute.”

[halfxbloodxprince]

“Yes, quite sad isn’t it?” Severus said, tossing down the morning paper on the table that separated him and the person across from him. He wasn’t one for talking, especially before he was finished his first cup of coffee, but a part of him felt a sick pleasure in the news that had broke. Surely this news meant that his side had the leg up at the moment, and well- Severus wasn’t used to being on the winning team. “I heard it was a robbery. Just terrible.” 

[dvisy-hookum]

WHO: Daisy & Open WHEN: January 5th, 1979 WHERE: Madam Malkin’s Robes for all Occasions

The sound of the enchanted shears slicing away at fabric was a sound Daisy always loved hearing. It was just so satisfying. One of the many reasons she enjoyed working in fashion, even if it was the slightly more boring wizard fashion. It was a slow night, just after the holidays, plus the attack, it seemed nobody had any money to spend, or even felt the need to go out besides the people who had jobs. Daisy was thankful there had only been a handful of customers, though, as she was allowed to work on personal projects if no one else was in the shop. Currently, she was working on a jacket for herself based off one she saw in a muggle fashion magazine.

Her attention was taken by the quiet jingling of bells on the back of the door as a customer entered. Straightening herself out, Daisy put on her best customer service smile and opened with her usual greeting, "Hi there! Welcome to Madam Malkin's Robes for all Occasions. Can I help you with anything today?" It was basically robotic at this point after working in the shop for a few months, but the customers always seemed to be happy meeting a friendly face.

[fortxalice]

Alice couldn't even remember how she got here. After she had finished her day at the Ministry she had just walked out and here legs had carried her straight to the Leaky Cauldron and before she even realized where she was she had sat down ordered a drink. As her drink arrived she noticed a familiar face next to her. “I’ve had a horrid week, what's your excuse?” 

[marlsxmckinnon]

Marlene was tired of hearing about the dead Minister. It wasn’t that she didn’t care, it was that the news put her on edge. Everywhere she went people were talking about it, rightfully so- but it was starting to drive her mad. She was never so thankful to be called into work, secretly praising the other bartender who’d called out sick. She was even more thankful to work in a Muggle bar, surely she wouldn’t have to discuss the news here, even if another Witch or Wizard wandered in as they often did- couldn’t risk being heard by the Muggles now could they? She was wiping down the bar when someone sat down, and she barely looked up as she spoke, “What can I get for ya?” 

[cassiusavery]

Who: Cassius + OPEN Where: Borgin and Burkes

“If you kiss me, I will kill you,” he said, voice even and full of seriousness as he jabbed a finger in the direction of the person before him before pointing it upwards. Besides interrupting his task - he was trying to remove the many stubborn bundles of mistletoe someone’d decided it would be amusing to attach to the storefront - they were in his way, and, honestly, Cass couldn’t tell if they were trying to get inside the shop or simply curious. He also didn’t care all that much, but decided to ask anyways. Maybe it would get them out of mistletoe range - he couldn’t deal with that today. “Did you need something, or....” he trailed off, tilting his head, “are you gonna get the fuck out my way and let me get back to it?”

[andvtonks-blog]

Taking a rambunctious six year old who had entered the stage in life where she was curious about everything but preferred to find answers for herself instead of simply asking why on errands was not Anromeda’s preferred way to spend a Saturday.  Not that she didn’t enjoy Dora’s curiosity but it was easier to manage when Ted was there to corral her as Andromeda worked through her list.  She was on her own today though and she groaned as she stood at the counter of the apothecary and heard something shatter in a far away corner followed by the unmistakable giggle of her daughter.  “Whatever it is, add it to my bill,” she said with an apologetic sigh to the clerk.  “Nymphadora Tonks, get your rump to the front of this store this instant,” she called, unbothered by the looks it earned her from the other patrons.  A Black in her bones, she was used to making her own rules and even though her last name was now different, it didn’t mean she always was.  All her things and daughter gathered, Andromeda opened the door of the shop just in time for Dora’s next spurt of energy to send her running into the streets of Diagon Alley and straight into an oncoming shopper.  “Merlin, help me,” Andromeda sighed before turning her attention to the unsuspecting victim.  “I’m so sorry.  Sometimes there is just no stopping her.”