#mm.starter

[pctter-lily]

Sitting at the table, Lily focused on eating her food, trying her best not to let her mind wander into the land of what-ifs, where she likely couldn’t control it. She wanted to focus on the here and now, no matter how hard that might’ve been. She didn’t want to think about her sister, or her parents, or the growing fear that she might actually have a human being growing inside of her. So instead, when she looked up from her food, she decided to ask a question, hoping that by starting the conversation, she could control it. “I just went shopping earlier this week, and I’m already almost out of oatmeal. And chocolates... which were supposed to be my treat. Crazy, isn’t it? How quickly certain things go?”

[elaphxs]

james x open.

     Somewhere in London was the safehouse for the Order of the Phoenix; it’s location only known to it’s members. There had been another successful raid tonight, even has the soft glow of the sun beginning to rise started to creep over London, a few people still remained. Hunched over in a stool by the fireplace sat James Potter. He had been lucky to make it out of the raids tonight with just a few cuts and bruises, the small bandage above his eyebrow proof to that. His eyes were locked onto the dying flames in front of him, heavy and bags begin to form under them after a long, sleepless night. James had barely even noticed another person enter the room. When he did, eventually, his head shot up, “ Merlin... sorry I didn’t hear you, ” he began, glancing around the room, “ I should get a move on outta here. ”

[ffinnigan]

Location: Floriblunders Who: Anyone

“ --- i could help you make a decision if you need help, that is what i am here for after all. “ fiona’s brows raised as she spoke, watching the customer that had been mulling over making a decision for quite some time now.

[helena-vanderbilt]

Helena stood in front of the posters plastered to the brick side of a Diagon Alley shop. Her eyes fixated on the all-too-familiar faces -- and the faces of the accused stared right back at her. The pictures of Nathalie and Marcel Vaillancourt moved in a loop, their smiles turning into scowls every few seconds. Just the sight of their faces froze Helena in her steps, rendering her unable to move, transfixed by the few memories and myriad thoughts that they elicited from her. After a few minutes, she turned away, running a hand through her hair before flipping it over her shoulder.  “You don’t think they’re stupid enough to stay ‘round after such an attack, do you? Criminals of that kind -- they’ve got to be smarter than that.”