#nobelandloved

[reveliios]

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂: closed | 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: outside quality quidditch supplies | 𝚃𝙰𝙶𝚂: @nobelandloved

dirk  spots  adelina  reyes  before  she  spots  him  —  not  that  it  takes  long  for  him  to  make  himself  known.  diagon  alley  is  busy  at  this  hour,  wixes  moving  in  and  out  of  shops,  voices  blending  into  a  steady  hum,  but  none  of  it  is  enough  to  keep  his  attention  from  her.  fresh  from  practice,  still  in  her  quidditch  gear  and  hair  windswept,  she  stands  out  effortlessly  against  the  backdrop  of  the  bustling  street.  he  makes  his  move  the  second  she  slows  near  quality  quidditch  supplies,  stepping  into  her  path  with  the  kind  of  lazy  confidence  that  suggests  he’s  been  waiting  for  this  exact  moment.  arms  crossed,  smirk  firmly  in  place,  he  lets  his  gaze  drag  over  her…  just  enough  to  be  extra  obnoxious. ❝  blimey,  reyes,  ❞  he  drawls,  tilting  his  head.  ❝  if  i  didn’t  know  any  better,  i’d  think  you  strutted  down  here  straight  from  the  pitch  just  to  torment  me.  looking  like  that  ?  have  some  mercy,  love.  ❞  he  leans  in  slightly,  voice  dipping  lower,  just  enough  to  turn  the  words  into  something  more  than  just  teasing.  ❝  tell  me,  when  do  i  get  my  private  lesson  ?  quidditch-related,  obviously.  ❞  he  grins,  stepping  back  before  she  can  shove  him  into  the  nearest  shop  window.  then  again,  she  might  anyway.  ❝  unless,  of  course,  you  have…  other  suggestions.  ❞

[reveliios]

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂: closed | 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: madam puddifoot’s tea shop | 𝚃𝙰𝙶𝚂: @nobelandloved

dirk  had  never  been  one  to  resist  a  good  opportunity,  especially  when  it  came  wrapped  up  in  pristine  posture,  a  sharp  tongue,  and  that  delightfully  unimpressed  stare  she  always  seemed  to  reserve  just  for  him.  so,  when  he  spots  her,  all  poise  elegance,  he  doesn’t  hesitate  —  just  saunters  up  beside  her,  slow  and  easy,  like  he  belongs  there.  he  leans  against  the  shelf  a  little  too  comfortably,  arms  crossing  over  his  chest,  head  tilting  just  so  as  he  lets  his  gaze  drag  over  her.  ❝  elooooowen,  ❞  he  drawls,  drawing  out  her  name  like  he’s  savoring  it.  ❝  imagine  my  luck,  running  into  you  here.  what  are  we  shopping  for  today  ?  new  ways  to  look  down  on  me  ?  or  is  that  just  a  natural  talent  ?  ❞  he  plucks  a  random  tin  of  tea  from  the  shelf,  flipping  it  over  lazily  in  his  hands  before  offering  it  out  to  her,  his  grin  just  a  little  too  pleased.  ❝  be  a  dear  and  save  me  from  making  a  tragic  mistake,  will  you  ?  or  better  yet…  why  don’t  you  pick  one  for  me  ?  something  refined,  obviously.  sophisticated.  mysterious.  just  like  you.  ❞

[bryonyparkinsons]

Who: Bryony and Elowen @nobelandloved Where: St. Mungo's When: Blishwick Wing Grand Opening

The Wilkes and Nott children had grown up side by side given how close the families had been. Bryony didn't often say that she had many friends in her life, but Elowen and Morcant Nott were some of the few people that she considered true friends. She had grown up alongside Elowen taking ballet lessons and horseback riding lessons throughout their childhood. There had even been a time when she had thought that Elowen would be her sister-in-law when she had been so sure that she would wed Morcant. But things hadn't worked out that way, and she was trying to hide her pain with the free alcohol.

"They really tried to do something with this place," she commented lightly to her friend, champagne glass in hand. "But there is nothing that they can do to get the stink of the hospital out of the air no matter what they try. It's revolting, really. A hospital this big couldn't afford to rent somewhere out for the night?"