#lumos.start

[lumosmaxiimas]

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:   the knight bus, wherever it may be   ! 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐏:   mid - september, 1994   ! 

with a pair of dark splotches dabbed beneath exhausted eyes and an ill fitting conductors uniform very obviously thrown on before heading out the door, peter had certainly had BETTER days. honestly, he looked as if he’d just rolled out of bed - a concerning observation, given that it was the wee hours of the morning - and, lips twisted downwards before he’d ever set eyes on the prospective passenger, he wasn’t exactly the picture of friendliness that his bosses expected of him. “what’s all this, then?” he asks, peering down at them from where he stops at the back door of the bus, “what’re you doing down there?” 

[jxnesings]

“It  won’t  open  if  you  do  that.”  Her  hand  rubbed  on  her  temple,  tired  of  hearing  the  grumbling  from  across  the  space,  her  bitter  side  eye  following  in  line.  And  it  was  just  more  than  annoying  right  now.  “Well,  it’ll  open,  but  it’ll  just  close  back  on  your  fingers  probably.  Have  to  give  it  a  compliment  first.”  @lumosreblogs​​

[herebewvxen]

location: the three broomsticks; madame rosmerta’s monster bash starter status: open for anyone; pandora & ???​

“Everyone looks quite dashing, don’t they?” Absent fingers pick at the hem of her red skirt while she waits on her drink, because it’s either that or the mildly-itchy blonde wig she’s stuck atop her head, and frankly playing with her skirt seems less of an overt gesture. At the present moment, if she’s being completely honest, Pandora would infinitely rather be back at home with a warm cup of tea and the old, dusty tome she’s been working through--but the party is a good thing to do. Or so she’s trying to convince herself. After all, she and Xenophilius have got matching costumes this year and they put a good bit of effort into them and she should at least try to enjoy it. Right? Right. 

[fortunae]

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍          :          the     three     broomsticks     . 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄          :          august     ,     1994     .     𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒          :          open          !

“          what’s     it     gonna     be     ,     honey          ?          ”          half     -     leant     over     the     counter     ,     hues     continue     to     stray     from     the     figure     sat     before     her     to     the     newspaper     ,     the     UNSPOKEN     TOPIC     that     𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜     betwixt     .          regulus     black     ,     missing          ;          he’s     not     a     regular     ,     by     any     means     ,     but     rosmerta     finds     herself     awfully     fond     of     his     brother     .          “          terrible     news     ,     hm          ?          i     hope     he     comes     back     alright     .     can’t     remember     the     last     time     we     had     a     missing     kid     .          ”               (          something     of     the     motherly     instinct     pulls     at     heartstrings          /          like     she’s     thinking     of     her     𝐎𝐖𝐍     boy     ,     like     she     can     feel     the     ache     of     a     disappeared     child     as     acutely     as     if     it     were     her     own     .          )

[of-viciious]

location   :   during   the   welcome   feast    status   :   open

“   so  ,  ”  the  brunette  begins  ,  sliding  in  the  space  next  to  the  other  and  plopping  herself  down  as  though  her  and  the  other  had  been  best  buds  since  they  were  children  .  because  you  see  ,  being  rita  skeeter  meant  three  things  ,  one  -  that  she  had  an  insatiable  curiosity  ,  two  -  she  had  no  sense  of  personal  space  and  three  -  the  ridiculous  idea  that  she  was  somehow  privy  to  everyone’s  information  .  “  did  anything  exciting  happen  to  you  during  the  break  ?  not  really  looking  for  anything  specific  but  i’d  love  a  nice  ,  fat  ,  substantial  story  that  will  a  )  break  hearts  or  b  )  give  nightmares  .  ”  @lumosreblogs​

[hexcaught]

｢  𝐟𝐭.  𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫  𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲.  ｣

               art  looked  deep  in  thought  as  he  bit  the  head  off  of  a  chocolate  frog,  gesturing  with  the  body  as  he  spoke  through  a  mouthful  of  chocolate.   ❛   —  you  KNOW,  muggles  eat  frogs  for  fun.  REAL,  non-chocolate  frogs.  they  eat  their  legs.  how  barmy  is  that,  right  ?  what  d’you  think  they  do  with  the  REST  of  the  frog  ?   ❜

[edgarboness]

Hogwarts was a place Edgar never got tired of, every year when he got here it was like a new experience that he loved. But this was his last year, next year he’d be gone and he didn’t really know what he’d be doing next year. He knew he should, he had ‘plans’ but none of those were solid yet. He just wanted to stay around his siblings but he knew that he couldn’t. Walking down to the Great Hall he headed for the Hufflepuff table and sat down, resting his head against his arms. “It’s too early for people to be this loud.” he muttered, why so many people got up early he’d never know. @lumosreblogs​

[lumosmaxiimas]

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:   the ministry of magic   ! 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐏:   august, 1994  /   the morning of regulus black’s disappearance making headlines​​   !

she didn't really resent the amount of work she had to do after a few days off as much as she probably should have, given just how much her easy to follow organizational system fell apart in her absence. sure, she was ready and waiting to make some points to her boss ( such as the fact that as the only one doing anything at all, she clearly deserved a pay rise ), but she LIKED to be kept busy. idle hands were the devil's workshop, as hal evans would have intoned, and she found herself agreeing with the sentiment. better to be so busy she had no time to daydream than be perched on the rickety stool behind the counter, waiting for any of the regulars to pop their head 'round the door.

the bell over the door heralded the arrival of one such soul, and from the back room, lily called, "i'll be with you in just a moment!" quickly she worked on offloading the armful of potions supplies she was carrying, putting all the little jars and vials in their respective places ( except for the beetle eyes ; she was FAR too short, and the stepladder was nowhere to be seen ) before emerging. "i'm sorry for making you wait," eyes turned downwards, her main focus seemed to be on wiping her hands clean on her work apron rather than her first customer of the day, "how can i help you?"