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[emmvanced]

Since the moment it was announced that Rodolphus had won, the post election high had created a thick haze. Emmeline had smiled and laughed, toasting to the various moving parts that had gotten them to the top. She had accepted the congratulations when given to her regarding her new position. She had shaken hands, over and over again and she smiled and smiled and smiled. 

When the time finally came, she drew her cloak tight around her body and walked to the nearest pub. There was no doubt a priceless bottle of something sitting with the doorman of her building, waiting for her. Yet she needed something more. The pub was congested with patrons, drunk and drunker, either to drown their fury at Rodolphus’s win or to celebrate Minister Lestrange. 

It was easy to slide into one of the empty seats and order something strong. She sat and nursed the drink for a long while, turning her phone off to stop the persistent buzzing and turning it face down. As a new figure slid into the seat beside her, Emmeline held up her glass. “Celebrating or despairing?” she asked, cocking a brow. 

[thefervorblack]

where: ministry of magic archive when: january 20th, afternoon who: open

The Ministry’s Archives spanned several stories and seemingly endless shelves. Regulus sometimes wondered how much space they would make by digitalising everything, and how much easier it would be to navigate. But the Ministry had always been stubbornly old-fashioned, especially when it came to newer muggle technology. Still, there was something charming and comforting about the rows of tomes and scrolls, centuries of recorded history and events sitting side by side on shelves. Regulus had spent the last couple weeks, recording, organising and cataloguing recent events. So much had happened, and it was the ethos of the Archive to record as much as possible, including many perspectives. Footsteps approaching from behind pulled him out of his thoughts, and Regulus turned to face the sound. “Can I help you find something?” he asked.

[renevans]

Every moment, each agonizing minute that passed, Ren felt guilt building up inside of his body. While he sat and browsed through what the various news platforms were saying about the election, while he tried to cook up something small to bring to St. Mungo’s for his family waiting outside the hospital rooms, Suri and Alastor were still in Azkaban. He knew Lily and James likely hadn’t slept. Sirius certainly hadn’t. So the guilt ate on and on.

Before he could even step foot into St. Mungo’s, he had to stop and breathe. The little boxes of food that he was bringing in were tucked under his arm and he had to lean against the wall, craning his neck to look up at the sky and just breathe. The approaching footfalls brought him back to earth and he moved to shuffle out of the way, one of the little boxes spilling from his hand. “My bad-- let me get this out of the way for you.”

[fourtesan]

A Particular Predilection | OPEN

Sexual fantasy was a vast universe to explore, and Alice was absolutely open to exploring most of it with her clients. If they needed it, wanted it, were curious about it -- she would make it happen for them. It was what had lead to her current look. Head to toe, she was painted pink. Large curls were pinned with various types of flowers, all of which added to the look. A subtle statement of a crown sat on her head. Her client had a particular predilection for the Greek Gods; more specifically the controversial love affair of Persephone and Hades.

He’d asked her to read something called lore olympus to base her look off. And so she had. Alice was a professional and damn good at her job. She wore a white greek style ‘robe’ to wear.

Not expecting anyone for a few hours, she was surprised when the door bell went. Getting up to answer it. As the door swung open, Alice offered a quirked brow and a smirk on her lips. “Well you’re not my client, but I have a few hours still... what do I owe the pleasure?” she asked.

[calamityofagirl]

where: somewhere in london when: january 19th, 9:17pm who: open

It was a cold evening in London, but it didn’t seem to bother Cerberus. The large German Shepherd had happily trotted along, excited to be on his first big walk since Marlene had gotten out of St Mungo’s. Normally she’d let him walk untethered - he was well trained enough that he walked by her side without a leash. But given how excited he’d been to leave the house, she thought it would be better to be safe than sorry. And she was glad she had, when Cerberus suddenly ran forward, veering left and barking loudly at an alleyway. All excitement had vanished and she could see the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. “Someone there? You might want to come out unless you want a very angry dog on your hands.” she warned. 

[thefoxevans]

When: Monday, December 21st Where: Ministry of Magic, Auror’s Department Who: Open

Despite the fact that it was the last place she wanted to be, Lily knew she had to go to the Ministry. There was a distinctly different feel when she entered the Ministry, and she hated it. While the energy within the building had never been altogether comforting to Lily, it had never felt so distinctly threatening before either. Down in her bones, being there felt wrong. Still, she had a job for the time being, and for as long as she had that, she would continue to do what she could to help people in it’s official capacity. Truthfully, with Rodolphus now in charge, Lily feared that her days as an Auror Detective were numbered. However, she wouldn’t give it up willingly, not until they forced her out. 

Still, she technically had the day off. The only reason she had bothered going in was because she needed to get a look at Alastor’s office. Lily had a feeling that both he and Suri had been working on something not strictly Auror related when they were taken into custody, and she needed to ensure that whatever it was didn’t fall into the wrong hands. Lily was just about to leave her office when she felt a presence standing in her doorway, “I’m not technically on duty, but is there something I can help you with?”