#isaisalcott

[isaisalcott]

“I don’t know what you mean,” Isa hiccuped. “Drunkness- drunkarity? It’s not a thing that’s happening right now,” she grinned, slurring her words.

[amoscdiggory]

“Oh it’s definitely a thing that’s happening right now, my dear,” Amos replied. His words too, were slurred and a huge grin was on his face as he approached Isa. “Happy New Year.”

[aislinn-m2m]

♦ (From Cecilia)

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[aislinn-m2m]

♦

naive

[castor--black]

♦ (From Cecilia)

Sweet.

[amoscdiggory]

where are you tonight? → solo para [august 24th 1978]

summary of the solo para:

amos goes to meet isa for a dinner date after work, but after waiting at the restaurant for her for more than half an hour, she still hasn’t shown up.

characters involved:

amos diggory, agatha diggory, deborah alcott and mentions of isa alcott

Tonight was going to be only the second date that Amos ever would have been on in his life, and only his second date with Isa, and to say he was looking forward to seeing her was an understatement, you could say. It was the thought of seeing her later on this evening for the first time in weeks that was helping him get through his day at work.

When the clock eventually struck five o’clock in the afternoon, Amos hurried through the corridors of the Ministry of Magic, attempting to escape as quickly as possible before the head of his department could ask him to stop behind in work and do him a favour or two. Upon exiting the Ministry, Amos disapparated back home to Ottery St Catchpole, with it being the quickest form of transport, and jogged down the lane to his home, where he and his family were neighbours to the Weasleys for many years.

As Amos burst through the front door, his parents greeted him with a large handful of questions. This wasn’t normally how Amos arrived home from work, so of course his parents were concerned with what appeared to be abnormal behaviour. Especially for a Monday.

“Amos! You’re home from work earlier than usual today?”

“How was work, son?”

“Is everything alright, Amos?”

And many others followed. Amos called back a variety of answers as he hooked his satchel over the end of the bannister and ran up the stairs. “Yes, mother, everything’s fine! I apparated home; in a little bit of a rush tonight! Work was great, Dad!”

Kicking his door closed behind him, he took off his work uniform, folding it all neatly and setting it down onto the chair in the corner of his bedroom, and picking out his best shirt and trousers out of his wardrobe. Just as he finished getting ready, there was a knock on his door and his mother walked in.

“Amos? Are you sure everything-” She became speechless when she saw him in his most smart shirt and trousers. “Oh, honey, are you going on a date with Isa tonight? Would that explain the rush?” Amos nodded and glanced down at himself, then his mother took a step towards him and tidied him up further; brushing off his shoulders and folding down his collar neatly. “You look lovely,” she said, directing a proud smile in his direction. “She’s a very lucky girl.” Amos chuckled and thanked her, before kissing her on the cheek and heading out downstairs, calling back to say goodbye to his father before he left through the front door.

Amos disapparated from Ottery St Catchpole and found himself arriving in an empty side street in the centre of Blackpool. Quickly, he tidied himself up to look remotely presentable before walking out into the main street and to the restaurant that he was due to meet Isa at in approximately ten minutes.

And so, he arrived at the restaurant. It wasn’t overcrowded in there, but busy enough. “Table for two, reserved under the name of Diggory,” Amos told the waiter when he came over to see to him, and he followed the waiter over to a quiet, candle-lit table in the corner of the restaurant.

Five minutes.

“Can I get you any drinks whilst you wait, sir?”

“Just a bottle of champagne, thank you.”

Four minutes.

The waiter came back over with a chilled bottle of champagne in his hands and poured two glasses of the alcohol, leaving it beside Amos when he was finished. “Enjoy. Hopefully they won’t keep you waiting too long,” he smiled.

Three minutes.

“I am a few minutes early, actually, but I hope she doesn’t, either,” he chuckled in reply, and the waiter walked away. Isa didn’t seem the type to stand someone up, especially someone she was with. She hadn’t stood him up when it came to the graduation ball or any time at all, but this was different. It was a different situation altogether, really, so it could have made her more nervous than usual.

One minute.

Amos heard the door click open, and he turned around with excitement in his eyes and a smile on his lips that went from ear to ear, hoping that it was Isa that was walking into the restaurant. But his smile faltered when it was just another couple walking through the door for a dinner date. Slowly turning back around, he took his glass of champagne into his hand and took a sip; the coolness of the drink sending his teeth on edge.

Another ten minutes had passed, and no one else had entered the restaurant and Amos was beginning to feel slightly disheartened and he had began asking himself how much longer he should wait. Should he give it until half past? Quarter to? Should he even wait a whole hour? He wasn’t sure, but he knew that Isa was always one for good punctuality. He picked up one of the menus that the waiter had left with him when he brought him to the table and started flicking through the various pages to waste some time, but he soon got tired of this and instead began drumming his fingers on the table whilst taking the odd sip of champagne, too.

An extra thirty minutes had passed and there was still no sign of Isa, and Amos was growing more and more worried about where she may have been and decided that he couldn’t wait any longer in the restaurant for her. He had to go and look for her, despite not knowing his way around Blackpool whatsoever. He finished off his glass of champagne and handed thirty pounds to the waiter and apologised for wasting their time. “Could you tell me how to get to Stanley Park from here?” He knew how to get to Isa’s house from there, vaguely. The waiter told him that it was just a short walk from the restaurant and that it would only take him ten minutes at the absolute maximum, and Amos thanked him and left.

Amos weaved in between crowds of people down the main street of Blackpool, trying his best to follow the directions that the waiter had given him and also keep an eye out in case Isa was somewhere in these crowds, but she wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Eventually, the crowds became sparse and Amos found himself in Stanley Park, but there was no stopping. In fact, he picked up his pace and jogged through the park, apologising to every person he accidentally knocked into, or almost ran into.

Soon enough, he reached the street in which Isa lived on. He ran to her house and knocked six times on the door and panicked a little about how threatening and perhaps intimidating it sounded, and so he knocked again. This time, a little more gentle. “Mrs Alcott! It’s Amos! Can you answer the door please?”

Deborah Alcott steadily opened the door, ensuring that it was Amos and only Amos that was banging on her front door urgently. Once she had seen that he was by himself, she opened the door wide and stood there in her dressing gown, he arms folded across her chest. “Aren’t you and my daughter supposed to be out on a date tonight?”

“Yes, but-” Amos cut himself off and gave Deborah a particularly confused look. “Wait, is Isa- Is Isa not here?”

“She left here at ten to six to go to the restaurant, Amos.”

It struck Amos then that she never made it to the restaurant, and something must have happened to her on route. Perhaps in Stanley Park, where it would have been easier to attack someone there than on the streets of Blackpool. “Mrs Alcott, if she doesn’t show up within the next 24 hours we have to report her as a missing person to the Ministry of Magic. The wizarding world is an incredibly dangerous place at this moment in time and someone like Isa is highly vulnerable because of her blood status. Anything could have happened to her, and- and Deborah, I don’t want to feel guilty for not coming straight here to meet her. I don’t want to feel guilty for saying that I would just meet her at the restaurant instead- I-”

“Amos, no,” she spoke with a quiet yet stern voice. “I will not be having my daughter reported missing in the wizarding world. Not yet. Just give her some time. She’ll get in contact with one of us - perhaps you first over me, but she will get in contact.”

He nodded, his heart beating rapidly in his chest and his brain spinning as dozens of possible situations that she could currently be in where whizzing around inside his head. “Okay. But if she contacts you first, please send me a letter to let me know that she’s all right, or that she’s home safe. Please. I’ll do the same for you if she happens to get into contact with me first.”

“Alright,” she muttered, her arms still folded tightly across her chest. “If she comes to you first, take care of her, Amos. Now, go home and clear yourself up. Try not to worry too much about her,” though Deborah knew all too well that he will be going out of his mind wondering what’s happened to her. “Take care of yourself, Amos.”

Amos said nothing. He merely gave Deborah a smile and stepped away from her porch, turning around and walking back down the street towards Stanley Park, where he would apparate back home from. He knew that Deborah had specifically asked to not report Isa as missing in the wizarding world just yet, but Amos felt the urgent need to alert someone from the Ministry about this. Someone from the Auror Office that could be made aware that someone else has gone missing and is potentially in high amounts of danger, but Amos would specifically ask them to keep it on the down low.

Amos chose a dark spot in Stanley Park, an area where there was less than a handful of people and apparated home to Ottery St Catchpole, where it was a considerable amount cooler than Blackpool and also drizzling with rain.

Pushing open the front door, Amos heard his mother leap off the sofa in the living room and bound out into the hallway. “How was it, Amos? How did the date go? Is Isa well?” But when Amos turned to face her after he closed the door behind him, she knew that everything wasn’t okay. “Amos, dear? What’s happened?”

His throat ached as a lump developed in the back of it, and he felt tears prick his eyes. “She didn’t show up, Mum. I think she’s been taken, because she wasn’t at her house, either.” And then the worst case scenario struck him and a tear fell down his cheek. “What if they’ve killed her, Mum? What if the Dark Wizards have taken her as the next muggleborn victim? I don’t think I could ever forgive myself if they have.”

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[amoscdiggory]

Home Is Wherever I’m With You | Amos & Isa

The letter that Amos had received from Isa had been particularly alarming. ‘I don’t even know if I want a future anymore,’ she had written. This wasn’t Isa. At least, it wasn’t the Isa that he knew. The Isa that Amos knew was quite a happy-go-lucky soul - not completely, but about as happy-go-lucky as she could be with everything she knew about the world and what would be happening in it within the next few years - and enthusiastic about almost everything that existed. Something must have happened either at home, or in the wizarding world that he wasn’t made aware of just yet by his employer, for her to feel as scared as she did.

Amos found himself tossing and turning every two minutes in his bed that night, sleep not coming to him any time soon. His brain was too busy whirling around, questioning almost every aspect of that letter and thinking about what he might find out when he went up north to Blackpool to visit her in the morning.

The next morning, Amos packed a few things in a bag before heading out his front door into the fresh countryside that his town of Ottery St Catchpole was situated in. Amos began walking towards the woods just behind his home. Once he was so far in, he spun around, double checking all of his surroundings, ensuring that there were no other witches or wizards around. When the coast was clear, he spun back around and disapparated out of the woods, a loud crack erupting through the atmosphere as he left.

He arrived in Stanley Park, Blackpool. Pulling Isa’s letter out from his back pocket, he tried to make sense of the directions that she had given to her house that were written in scrawled black writing on the back of the parchment. Eventually, after walking around in circles, past the same flower bed about six times, he found his way out of the park and onto North Park Drive. Amos attempted to make out whether she had written the number 17 or 11 on the parchment for her house number. He was sure it read eleven, and so he knocked there first.

Amos knocked three times on the door and waited for a good two minutes before taking a step back and wondering if anyone was even home. There were no lights on anywhere, or the sound of any life whatsoever. Not wanting to go try 17 just yet, he stepped forward and knocked again, but he only managed to knock the once before the door swung open. It wasn’t Isa who opened the door.

“Um, hi, hello. I’m looking for Isa Alcott. Does she live here?”

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[amoscdiggory]

amos & isa

Gives nose/forehead kisses: Amos mainly gives Isa nose/forehead kisses because she is the perfect height for them.

Gets jealous the most: Even though he doesn’t try to attract the attention, because of the girls that talk to Amos, Isa might get a little jealous, but it’s probably more of a protective thing rather than a jealous thing.

Picks the other up from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive: Amos will be there to pick Isa up from a night out at the bar. If he was out, he would be sure to not get too hammered so he wouldn’t have to disturb her evening so she could pick him up. He would still drink, but he would remain sober enough to walk home.

Takes care of the other on sick days: Isa would mother Amos when he falls ill and wouldn’t leave his side until he is healthy.

Drags the other person out into the water on beach day: Isa would be the one to drag Amos in. After Cedric was born, however, he made an effort to get over his fear of being in deep water so he could go swimming with his son.

Gives unprompted massages: Amos would give unprompted massages to Isa quite often.

Drives/rides shotgun: They would take it in turns to drive, though because Amos still isn’t sure what he really is doing when it comes to driving, it scares Isa a bit, so she offers to drive almost everywhere they go.

Brings the other lunch at work: Amos is usually pretty good at remembering to take his lunch with him, but on the days that he forgets, Isa drops by his office in the Ministry to give him his lunch.

Has the better parental relationship: Amos has a much better relationship with his parents than Isa does with her mother.

Tries to start role-playing in bed: Neither of them. It’s not their kind of thing to do.

Embarrassingly drunk dancer: Amos is the most embarrassing drunk dancer out of the two of them. 

Still cries watching Titanic: Both of them are blubbering messes when they watch it. Isa tends to cave first, but Amos lets the waterworks flow shortly after.

Firmly believes in couples costumes: Isa.

Breaks the expensive gift rule during Christmas: Amos, because he feels like Isa should be spoiled with almost everything she wants at Christmas time.

Makes the other eat breakfast: Isa makes sure that Amos eats breakfast every single morning before work.

Remembers anniversaries: Isa, because she’s far more organised than Amos is.

Brings up having kids: Both of them. 

[amoscdiggory]

It Makes Sense; I Want You To Be Mine | Amos & Isa

Amos was drunk. He wasn’t the outgoing type who got drunk on a regular basis, like his fellow classmates. He was more of an introvert that preferred staying in and studying his magical creatures in preparation for his job at the Ministry, which he was determined to get during the summer. He only got drunk on occasions, and tonight was a particularly special one. It was their send off party, which was being hosted by the infamous four boys from Gryffindor.

The alcohol in his system was telling him that he needed to find Isa tonight and finally admit to her that he liked her and perhaps want to start something with her - something which could go incredibly well for him, or horrifyingly wrong and end in utter humiliation.

As a drunk Amos padded through the room of requirement, where the party was being held, he spotted Isa on the far table, sat next to who could only be Sirius Black. At least try to be sober, Amos, a voice in his mind was telling him. Don’t act like a fool in front of her. He straightened himself up as he made his way over, and as he got closer, he heard his name get thrown around a few times. Instead of greeting the two of them in perhaps his most drunken manner yet, he slipped onto one of the chairs at an empty table nearby. Close enough to still listen in and far enough away for them to hopefully not recognise him sat near them.

Whilst he was sat there, he overheard Isa announcing to Sirius that she liked Amos. This sent his smile growing from ear to ear, and he couldn’t wipe the smile off his face. Not anytime soon. It relieved him to hear that she felt the same as he did. He didn’t know whether to go over and say something, or let her carry on and say more.

After a few minutes of having a debate with himself on what he should do, he downed the rest of his firewhiskey and straightened his glasses, pushing them back up onto his nose. He ran a hand through his hair and brushed himself down as he stood up. He didn’t particularly have the confidence to do this, but it had to be done. Right here, right now in this moment. There was no other chance that he would have to tell her how she felt before he left Hogwarts for good.

Sliding his chair back under the table, he inhaled a deep breath before making his way towards the table that Isa and Sirius were sat at. “Ah, look who it is!” he exclaimed as he approached their table. “I am terribly sorry to interrupt your conversation, but Isa, may I borrow you for a moment, if you don’t mind? I need to ask you something quite important.” he said, smiling sweetly in her direction.