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Diagon Alley Apothecary Open

Things had started to pick up as they got into August with families coming in to buy supplies for their children and such. It always gave her a little jolt of bitterness to see them so eager to go back to school, she missed when things were simple and when she was filled with excitement and hope for the future. Now...well, now she didn’t like to think about the future and what she had lost. She felt lucky to have this job at all and that her boss didn’t ask too many questions when she missed a day or two after the full moon. Little lies about sick relatives kept him unaware of her status and she intended to keep it that way for as long as she could. The thought of the look of disgust that would come over his face if he knew the truth sent her spiraling.

Standing on a little stool in one of the aisles, stocking it back up from the rush that morning, she heard someone come into the store and then ring the little bell on the counter. “I’ll be with you in a moment,” Wendy called out. “Just give me a minute.”

#inferi starter

WHERE: MINISTRY SUMMER GALA STATUS: OPEN

Decadent parties were not often Fenrir’s chosen playground. He was not a rich man, and in fact owned little appropriate attire for the evening—a tattered, ill-fitting suit that tugged at his muscular frame would have to make do. Regardless, he found himself unable to resist the opportunity. A ministry event would no doubt be full of their employees, among other do-gooders, with a few here and there perhaps serving as those he could keep tabs on for next month’s hunt. The assortment of free food and drink only helped to sweeten the deal.

“Drink?” he offered a goblet out, eyes fixed to the person approached. “The goblets refill, you know. Must be to keep the serving tables from getting too crowded.”

#inferi starter

WHERE: Obscurus Books, Diagon Alley

WHO: Rabastan & Open.

He ran a hand down the side of his face as his bright hues intently scanned the rows of books. Never much of a bookworm, or an academic -- his NEWTs were good example of that -- recently Rabastan had tired of feeling and looking second-best in most, if not every part, of his life.

His new role as an Unspeakable did not come without its consequences. Long hours, hard work, constant secrecy. But, it was a new opportunity for him and one where Rab could see himself THRIVING . . . if he could knuckle down, for once. The book in question wasn’t an easy find, and as with anything with work, his suspicions were heightened.

Feeling an odd tension shiver through him, Rabastan pauses, clicking his tongue in mild petulance. “ Stand any closer and Witch Weekly will be printing stories about us. ” his faux disapproving tone is only matched by the furrow on his brow as he turns his gaze. “ Is there something you’re after ? ”

#inferi starter #ooc: come say helloooo!#ooc: he seems moody hes not really heheh

Found Peace In Your Violence

WHERE: Amelia’s Place WHEN: June 25th; late evening. WHO: @ofamelias

His bones were aching. It wasn’t just that the day had been hard, or Alastor felt like he was getting old. Which he was, but that’s not the point. There was just this looming darkness, a formidable force that left a shadow and cloud over everything and everyone. He could feel it in the depths of his soul- and it scared him. Not a fact he’d ever admit out loud, but this war wasn’t one they’d all walk away from intact. This whole shitfight of a day was proving to be too much, and he was exhausted.

After wrapping it up at the pub, and Carkitt Market, he should have gone home. His feet started moving and his body mass began apparating- but when he found himself corporeal again, Alastor was standing before someone else’s door. Before he could talk himself out of it, a heavy hand lifted to rap knuckles against the hardwood- and then he waited. Hoping he didn’t look as wrecked as he felt, and wondering if it wasn’t too late to just turn around and go home... the problem was, home was nothing but an empty space with four walls. Nothing to provide solace or peace, any kind of escape from the horrors they were dealing with on a daily basis... and he was tired. Tired of the same shit, day in and day out with no apparent light at the end of the tunnel.

No light, except her. The only one who helped him feel at ease, even for a moment...

#Found Peace In Your Violence #Inferi Starter #ofamelias #Amelia Bones

WHERE: the pawnbrokers in knockturn alley. WHO: open to anyone.

It’s been a slow day so far in the shop, and more than once Clara has debated simply skipping out on the rest of her shift to drop some gold on drinks in The White Wyvern next door. Her boss would probably leap have her heard for it if he found out, but the thought of spending the next few hours here on the off chance some wretched bastard comes in to fleece his meagre wares is miserable at best and unbearable at worst. Even before she’d been bitten, before something else lurked restlessly underneath the surface, she’s never been one to sit still without getting antsy.

The sound of the bell above the door drags her out of her moping, and cuts short her escape plans—at least for now. The latest customer has already entered by the time she makes it out of the back room, and on seeing where they seem to be browsing, she grins with just a few too many teeth. “I wouldn’t touch that. Policy is you break it, you buy it, and that shit is worth more than my entire month’s wages.”

#( open )#inferi starter

❀ where: diagon alley

❀ when: midday

❀ who: open to anyone

It had been some time since the newest additions were born, and Molly was tired of sitting at home alone with her boys. Being aware of the danger going on in today's time, she was more than happy to stay nestled up in the safety of her home with her family, and yet she could tell her boys craved to go somewhere. They were children, and Molly wasn't or more like didn't know exactly how to explain to them what was going on. She wanted to shield them from as much as she could, and the only way she knew how to do that was to resume mundane life.

So she took them out to Diagon Alley with the intent to treat them to some sweets and let her twins get socialized to the world around them. It was bustling like usual, and she made sure to keep a tight hold on her boys' hands while her twins were in a baby wrap tied around her. Molly stopped in front of the ice cream shop, handing money to both Charlie and Bill. "Now you two get whatever you like; Mummy will be right over there just grabbing something for Fred and George, alright?" She said, squatting to their eye level and kissing them both before seeing them off into the shop and skipping right on over to the store right across.

Molly just wanted some extra yarn and maybe some new sewing needles so she could make some new things and patch up some of her husband's clothes. It was a quick one, two, three, and she went to turn around but hesitated when she saw the owls. She loved how beautiful they looked and wanted to discuss with her husband about getting one as she heard her boys coo against her chest. Her gaze went down to both of them, and she placed a gentle kiss atop their heads, "One day, boys..." Molly whispered, turning around and walking towards the ice cream shop to retrieve her eldest.

As she returned to the ice cream shop, she could make out Bill and Charlie smiling, except not by something but by someone. Her heart dropped and the fear set in, her mouth instantly dry and unable to call out to her children. Before she knew what she was doing, Molly had dropped her bag and all its contents, clutching her infants to her chest as she ran towards them. She couldn't tell who it was, but just the thought terrified her and had her jumping in between the person and her boys, "Excuse you, but who the hell are you and why are you are near my children?"

#inferi starter #[ open : all ]#[ ooc; you do not have to match length ; - ; ]#[ ooc; i have no self control in stopping & my gifs weren't working so sorry ]

Where: Borgin & Bukes, Knockturn Alley Who: Ilona & Open

Ilona had been working away in the back room of Borgin & Burke’s when she had heard the small bell of the shop door ring. It wasn’t usual for her to be working in the evening, but a particular set manuscripts had caught enough of her attention to have her stay back, allowing one of the assistants to head home instead.

Raising her head once she had finished the paragraph that she was reading, Ilona listened for movement coming from the shops floor for a moment before she eventually stood and silently made her way through.

“Is there something that I can help you with?” She called out.

#╰☆ 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 { interactions }#inferi starter

being the youngest captain of the montrose magpies was an honor, but at times like this — emma felt more cursed than anything. she was covered in bruises from various bludger hits, and her muscles felt like she’d just finished a five day triathlon in record time. in desperate need of a drink to soothe her before going home, she managed to make it to the leaky cauldron, nearly collapsing into a chair she thought was empty. however, she quickly felt someone’s presence nearby, and let out a sigh that perfectly conveyed in what kind of mood she was. “ was this seat taken? because if so — i’ll need at least a good ten minutes before getting up again, my most sincere apologies. ”