#lumosevent008

[mkmarlene]

where: end of summer fayre who: open to all

The End of Summer Fayre was loud in all the right ways — chatter, laughter, the crackle of fireworks in the distance. Marlene hadn’t expected to enjoy it, not really. She hadn’t expected to feel much of anything, if she was honest. And yet here she was, bottle already in hand, a flicker of lightness in her chest that she hadn’t felt in too long.

Maybe it was the drink, maybe it was the night. Maybe it was just easier to let herself sink into the noise and pretend that tomorrow wasn’t waiting for her. Whatever it was, she decided not to question it — just to hold on to the rare good mood for as long as it would last.

She leaned against a wooden post near one of the food stalls, legs bare under a short dress, her boots scuffed from the cobblestones. A crooked grin tugged at her lips as she tilted the bottle in greeting at whoever drew close. “Tell me a secret and I’ll let you steal a sip. That’s the price of admission.” The witch teased, an open invitation to whatever the day might bring her way.

[ptpeter]

where: end of summer fayre who: @its-marymac

Peter spotted Mary across the bustling fayre and froze for a moment, stomach twisting. It had been too long since they’d spent time together, and he wasn’t sure she’d even want to see him — or if she did, whether things could ever feel like they used to.

He took a shaky breath, bottle in hand, and forced himself to step forward, letting a tentative smile creep onto his face. “Mary,” he called softly, slipping into step beside her, “it’s… been a while.” The words felt awkward in his mouth, but he hoped the warmth in his voice made up for it.

He nudged her shoulder lightly, unsure if the gesture would land the way he intended. “I thought… maybe we could catch up a bit? See if the old… us still exists somewhere in all this chaos.” His voice faltered slightly on the last word, betraying the insecurity he didn’t want her to see.

[ptpeter]

where: end of summer fayre who: @siriusbpadfoot

Peter had barely made it past the first row of stalls before he knew it was going to happen. The moment he ran into Sirius, the words, the tension, the anger bubbling beneath his skin — it would all come out. He’d meant to avoid the topic, meant to talk about the illusionist or the fire-breather or anything else, but the second he spotted him, all good intentions melted away.

He stalked up, bottle in hand, shoulders tight, jaw set. “So,” he said, voice a little too sharp, a little too tight, “James told you, didn’t he? I bet he painted me like the bad guy. I suppose that’s what you’re here to tell me, isn’t it?” His words were venom-laced, but underneath it all was hurt, betrayal, and the simmering anger that had been building for weeks.

“I’m not drunk,” he added, almost as if trying to convince himself, “so don’t think you can brush me off.” He leaned a little closer, eyes narrowed, daring a confrontation — even if part of him didn’t entirely know what he wanted from it.

[tonksxandromeda]

Where: End of Summer Fayre With: @nvrcissasm

Andromeda was trying to relax and enjoy the evening with her family, not worry that things could go horribly awry at any moment. Ted and her had debated seriously before agreeing that Dora deserved a night of fun. They couldn't hide away at home forever. Ted had been the brilliant one to use a charm to keep Dora close to them. Their own version of a bubble that kept her from slipping too far from them. A charm that was giving her a modicum of peace in the crowded streets.

Ted had gone to grab sweets, Dora adamant she needed a cauldron cake and her husband set on some candy floss. She didn't want to go too far, though Dora and her wandered along the stalls admiring trinkets and watching people play games. They'd turned a corner, Dora not paying attention to where she was going and saved from running into someone only by the charm that kept her inches shy. "Dora you need to look where you're going." She reminded her daughter, looking up to apologize only to have the words catch in her throat. Her eyes went to her sister first before straying the baby she carried against her, her expression softening. "Cissy.."

[tonksxandromeda]

Where: End of Summer Fayre Who: @siriusbpadfoot

Andromeda was doing her best not to panic without Ted and Nymphadora in her sight. She couldn't help it, anxiety seemingly keeping her in a chokehold after what her sister had done on New Years. The sight of Dora changing her features would likely always haunt her. Still she knew she needed to trust Ted. He wouldn't let Dora go far, they'd only gone to play a few games while she was left in charge of refreshments.

She tried to calm, standing in line as she waited her turn, even as she surveyed her surroundings for familiar faces. Both friend or foe. Spotting one she brightened. "Sirius I know you're not about to walk past me without coming to say hello." She called with a smile. Her expression may have been a little motherly as she looked him over, assuring herself he was okay. "Not to mention Dora will be furious if she finds out she missed seeing her favorite uncle."

[bbcharity]

where: end of summer fayre who: @notdelicatc

Charity grinned as she stepped into the bustling fayre, weaving through the crowd with her best friend in tow. The lights, the music, the smell of sweets and roasted chestnuts — it was the perfect chaos, and she was ready to dive in headfirst.

“Estelle!” she called, looping an arm through her friend’s as she practically bounced along. “I swear, if we don’t try at least three ridiculous games and eat way too many sweets before the night ends, I’ll be disappointed in us. And you know I can’t be disappointed — it ruins the fun.”

[rsrevan]

where: end of summer fayre who: @florenceyaxley

The fayre was exactly the kind of spectacle Evan usually avoided — crowded, noisy, all that false cheer. But with Florence at his side, it was hard to be his usual cynic. He’d owled her half on a whim, half because he wanted to see if she’d actually say yes — and now, with the redhead beside him, he found himself quietly smug about how well the idea had played out.

“See?” he said, offering her his arm as they strolled past the glowing lanterns strung between stalls. “Not so bad when you’ve got good company. Admit it — you’re impressed I managed to drag you here without a single bribe.” His grin tilted lazy and knowing, the kind that suggested he didn’t mind if she teased him back.

The fire-breather at the far end of the street drew a burst of applause, and Evan glanced down at Florence, his eyes alight with amusement. “Go on then, pick a game. If you win, I’ll buy you something sweet. If I win—” his glance slid sidelong, playful, “—well, I suppose I’ll just have to think of something worth collecting.” He tipped his head toward her, watching the lantern-light catch in her hair. “So, Florence, what’ll it be? A fair fight, or do I get to make you blush in front of half the village first?”

[rsrevan]

where: end of summer fayre who: @notdelicatc

Evan spotted Leta weaving through the bustling fayre, the lanterns catching in her hair just so, and a small, pleased smile tugged at his lips. “Leta,” he called softly, stepping up beside her so as not to startle her. “I was beginning to think you’d vanished into the crowd for good.”

He fell into step with her, arm brushing lightly against hers in a casual, protective way. “It’s been far too long since we’ve had the chance to walk together,” he said, voice warm, almost conspiratorial. “You’re looking well, of course — though I should warn you, I might insist on ensuring you try every treat at least once before the night is over.”

There was a playful lift in his eyes, but beneath it was genuine affection. “Come, my darling,” he said, offering his arm with that practiced gentleman’s ease. “Let’s enjoy the fayre properly, if only for an evening. I intend to make sure we leave with the most memorable mischief we can find — and none of the sort we’ll later regret.”