“I do think I’d love to have one of these little guys someday. If not with Mary, then I’ll have to talk James into getting one with me.”
“I’m sure he’d be quick to give in if you threatened to withhold se–cond helpin’s at dinner or sommat,” Robert cleared his throat before taking a long drink of his water, not looking at Lily.
“A…second helping of dinner?” Lily repeated. She raised her brow and tried to catch Robert’s eye. “He’s nineteen, Robert, and I’m his girlfriend, not his mum. I wouldn’t try and take away his dinner over something silly like that.”
Alice Prewett had fully anticipated spending her final full weekend as a Prewett doing nothing but finishing details for the wedding, but her friends clearly had other intentions for her. Though she’d considered staying the weekend at Frank’s, and what would soon be her flat, Hestia had lured her in with wine and cookies and one last weekend being together. And really, considering how she was so abruptly leaving her best friend to take over their home on her own, how could Alice refuse her anything?
Friday night had gone so lovely, night curled up in their living room, going over old memories, getting lightly buzzed, and munching on snacks until, curled up together on the floor, they fell asleep.
Waking up, Alice had anticipated a day of packing and cleaning perhaps. Instead, Hestia and herself made a spot of breakfast, and her dearest friend ushered her out for an errand of sorts.
The errand, it turned out, was a day at the spa. Giggling, Alice agreed to as much, though she pointed out that such a trip would be best for next Saturday. After a full body deep tissue massage, Alice made her way out to the area where she was meant to meet Hestia for pedicure and manicures, only to find the room filled with every one of her bridesmaids waiting for her.
Many a hug and hellos later, all seven girls found themselves being made over, sharing stories and laughs until all of their nails were in perfect shape once more, and everyone received a refreshing facial and shoulder massages.
Next, the women lead Alice to the beach, where they’d prepared a raft to float out into water, stocked with a lovely picnic basket filled with Amelia’s grans infamous pasta, wine, and fruit for lunch. The seven sailed out far enough into Tinworths beautiful waters to evade all those swimming and enjoying the day in order to sunbathe, and for Alice to finally tell the story she’d been itching to tell the girls.
She’d begun from the start as they all sipped on wine, telling them of how she’d always had a sort of admiration for Frank that somewhere along the way had turned into something she hadn’t even recognized as being a crush. That it wasn’t until she entered the Auror Academy and saw Frank regularly that she realized there was something more there.
That before they began working together, she knew they would be together one day, how it developed as they worked together. Growing day by day, like the most beautiful of flowers, slowly blooming into the most beautiful of the bush. How by Christmas, she knew she would love him until her dying day.
Then, how they’d been mid-fight about something involving work when he, very abruptly, asked her to marry him. How she was so incredibly furious with him, and at that moment, near heartbroken in having to tell him no.
Quickly, she moved forwards, onto the happier things of them promising one another July, and him speaking to her father, and then proposing once more while on a small vacation, and after destroying her in Gin Rummy, as per usual.
Lunch came and went swiftly as her friends all grilled her with questions, digging for more information. By the time they decided to sail back to shore, Alice was positive she’d told them everything about her relationship minus one, very important story. The time she nearly died. For Alice, that particular one would remain in the vault, to protect her friends, and herself.
By the time they reached shore, a familiar face greeted them, Marlene McKinnon. At first, Alice was rather worried she may make some sort of comment, particularly with the way she looked her over at first. But fortunately for her, Marlene seemed to have other things in mind for the day, and soon enough Alice found her clothing being changed and everyone was guided off to the next adventure.
Roller Derby.
The adventure that followed was both painful and full of laughter once all of the women allowed themselves to relax and have fun with it. Many a bruises were earned, a little blood shed here and there, and Alice couldn’t remember feeling more alive nor more excited to live. The rush could rival that of dueling, something Alice thought to be impossible.
Marlene made Alice promise to come do it again, in her normal joking sort of manner, but Alice had every intention to do just that. Not only to bond with Marlene more, but to indulge in the strange high the sport gave her.
As the now group of eight left, Alice was rather looking forward to going home and crashing for the night -- but the girls had other ideas. Before she could attempt to invite them to spend the night at her and Hestia’s home for the night, they were dragging her off (after making her change into a rather flashy, non-Alice type of dress) to the Groovy Ghoul. A place she hadn’t been since Robert’s birthday, which she only briefly made an appearance at.
What was to follow was what one would imagine of a hen party. More alcohol than Alice had consumed in her entire life, enough dancing to make her feet ache for days, a tiara marking her as the bride to be that Alice would hold onto in a secret spot to remember the day forever, and men who danced a little too provocatively and with a little too little in the way of clothing a little too closely to a very drunk Alice who could only giggle until she could no longer breathe many a time.
The next morning, she would wake to a body that felt close to death, but for that night, Alice felt as though she were on top of the world, even if her heart ached for Frank to be with her. It filled her with so much love and light to know that even if Frank would become her husband, that she would always have so many people by her side to love and care for through the good times and bad.
“Hi. Excuse me? Hell-oh!” Marlene huffed as the salesman walked into the back room without so much as a look at her. “Some service. I can’t imagine what he’s doing back there, considering all his customers are out here.”
mary/lily for the ship meme (would their ship name be lary or mily?)
send me a pairing and I’ll tell you who:
falls asleep on the couch
Lily. Mary is constantly finding her asleep with a textbook at the table, on the couch, on the floor etc. She puts a blanket over her or levitates her to bed.
makes friends with the neighbors
They both do. They go over and introduce themselves together as soon as new people move in.
is the adventurous eater
Mary is more of an adventurous cook, so Lily has to be the adventurous eater by default.
hogs the covers at night
They’ve both hogged the covers in the past, but immediately feel guilty when they wake up and realize the other person is shivering from cold.
forgets to do the dishes
Once again, this is an activity they usually do together, so they rarely forget.
tries to surprise their partner more often
Lily is very good at big surprises, whereas Mary is good with little and more frequent surprises. So naturally, hers are more often. But they’re less involved.
leaves dirty laundry on the floor
Lily, although it doesn’t happen all that often. Mary doesn’t mind picking up after her.
stays up til 2 AM reading
They’ve both done this on occasion, but it’s usually Lily. Mary will ocassionally come home after a late shift at the Golden Bludger to find her still awake. She then scolds her and sends her straight to bed.
sings in the shower
Mary. Lily does, as well, but Mary’s singing gets the most obnoxious.
takes the selfies
Definitely Mary. She always wants documentation of their best moments. Lily never minds.
Dawn and her family are, as her dad likes to say, “a very close knit unit”. From a very young age, no matter what, dinner time was family time and they would all sit down and watch whatever show had taken their fancy at the time with their tea on a tray on their lap. Obviously, when Dawn went to school, she couldn’t continue the tradition, but it continued in the holidays. Even with both kids now living out of home, they still make sure to get together once a week, usually on a Tuesday when General Hospital is on.
♒ - cooking/food headcanon
Dawn wasn’t always a good baker. It actually took a few years, a lot of burnt cakes and a helluva lot of patience from her mum until she managed to fine tune her skills and bake with the ease that she now does. Weekends and after school, before she went to Hogwarts, would be spent in her mums bakery, practicing and practicing. The first cake she successful made was just before her tenth birthday.
♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon
She makes some really weird faces. Like, surprise her and it’s so obvious in her expression. If she doesn’t like something, even if she doesn’t want it to be known, it is because of the expression on her face.
She collects records, even if she doesn’t listen to them. She has a whole shelf with them lined up in alphabetical order by artist. It all starter with listening to her dad playing them and being fascinated by the appeal and look of the records on the player.
Tristan is very good at concealing his emotions, and his anger is one of them. He doesn’t like to give much away, so when he’s angry he prefers to hold it all inside until he can get home and calm himself down.
★ - sad headcanon
Tristan has never had a good relationship with his father. Whilst he knew if it really came down to it he could count on the man, when his mother died it was like their relationship did as well. They never really talk anymore, except for the occasional letter on special occasions (which Tristan forgot about this past Christmas). His dad would regularly drink beer, and now, because of the memories it brings back, Tristan refuses to drink it.
I like the way to think of the Marauder’s flat as an organised chaos, and this definitely spreads to James’ room. If you walked in as someone who didn’t know him, you’d think a bomb would have gone off and it hadn’t been tidied in years, but he’d be able to tell you where anything is because everything has its place.
☯ - likes/dislikes headcanon
James is a massive secret Celestina Warbeck fan. Like, to such a degree the only people who know would be been Sirius and anyone who has walked in on him dancing along to her on the wireless. His mum is as well so he grew up with it blasting at all times of the day. He’d never admit it out loud, though.
▼ - childhood headcanon
I always imagined James and his dad being super close. Up until he went to Hogwarts, Fleamont was his best friend. He took the majority of the responsibility with James’ schooling and they would spend hours in the garden playing quidditch, going on flights and going to games. James and his dad are still extremely close and he always goes to him for advice on serious topics.
Would your OC play by the rules in a fight or take cheap shots?
Benjy wavers a lot with this particular issue. When he first joined the order, he preferred the idea of clean fights, especially after having gone to a few dueling club sessions (for the sake of seeing what duels looked like outside of a classroom so he could better have an idea of what to expect as a medi-wizard when trying to imagine what took place for dueling injuries. what a nerd).
Now that the war is heating up and it’s becoming increasingly apparent that the other side has no care for following any sort of rules, he’s begun to lean more towards the idea that cheap shots aren’t such a bad idea. Particularly if it saves lives of people he cares about.
Something that grosses your OC out?
Being a medi-wizard, there’s not much that can gross him out, in fact only one thing really comes to mind that thankfully isn’t much of an issue anymore.
Owl post at Hogwarts. Watching students have owls fly in, no doubt going to the bathroom all around the room they eat in, and then watching as students allow their owls to eat off their plates and drink out of their goblets? No, no, no.
