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When: 13th November, 7:55ish pm Where: Hogsmeade Who: @notbenjyfenwick
"No way. I don’t believe you.” She pointed an accusatory finger at him as they walked through Hogsmeade, certainly in no rush to be anywhere, and even in less notice of the fact it was awfully close to curfew and the suspiciously quiet street. “Don’t think you can just try pull one over on me.”
when: november 7th, 1980 where: banchory bogg who: @clementinerobards
“You know—” Benjy paused to kick a fallen twig out of his path “—they do say the Bogg’s magic is going to wear off sometime. Do you think they’ll fix the spells on it before it comes to that, or we might be walking in it only for it to become a swamp or something?” Was the Bogg really a bog, underneath it all?
When: 9th November 1980, late at night Where: Alongside the River D’Ou, St Armand Who: @dohnjawlish
Being thrust from the academy in the face of a world collapsing certainly hadn’t been how Frank expected to officially become an Auror. But he was taking it in his stride, much like he did with any challenge. But he was distracted, as well. Conflicting feelings about this lockdown, and how Minchum was handling it all. His mother was on the edge of another breakdown -- obvious from the way her habits were flaring. He couldn’t blame her. And Alice. Alice who hadn’t been the same since the night of the masquerade, yet he didn’t know why.
To say he was relieved when he and John were paired together for that nights patrol was an understatement. They’d been wandering around St Armand for about an hour now and had come across no one. Another relief. He could loosen his metaphorical tie for a moment. “Let’s go down to the river.”
When: 24th November, 1980 Where: Bongalow Who: @clementinerobards
It was murmurs of his family name, and not relating to the mass of them who worked in the department, that got Percy’s attention -- and clued him into what had happened with Clem. After telling a particularly nosy coworker where he could shove it, he finished up his shift and headed straight to Banchory (but not before shooting a text to Gawain, who’d been watching Billie, he’d be late).
It didn’t take him long to reveal the door to the Bongalow, and knock with two loud thuds of his fist. Eventually, it was pulled open, and he offered his sister a half smile. Of course he was worried. He had always been extra protective of her, and that probably would never ease. But he also was never one to fuss. “I expected you to look worse.”
When: 6th November 1980, afternoon ish Where: Glitch Witch, Puddlemere Who: @notbenjyfenwick
The last five days had passed by in a blur that Dawn didn’t want. Everything felt wrong. Hollie would be over the next day, but she had no idea what that would lead to. The whispers seemed to follow her everywhere, or at least, her own paranoia made her believe they were. Trainings were tense, no one knowing if they’d even be allowed to continue playing. Her sessions with Charlotte were spiralling back in the opposite direction, most of the progress she had made dissolving. She couldn’t face going home, so she hadn’t even seen her family since the news broke.
So that’s why she was here. At the arcade, standing in front of the dance machine, Benjy at her side. She was good at pretending she was fine. That there wasn’t a tornado roaring inside her. But she still needed a distraction, a day off, and ever since the masquerade, he had taken a seat at the table that was the forefront of her mind. So she’d reached out.
They’d already been there long enough to play a few games, all of which she had won, when Dawn began to drag him over to it. “No, no, don’t make that face. I know you can dance. It’ll be fun.”
When: 7th November 1980 Where: 32 Turtle Crescent, Holyhead Who: @holliehopkirk, @pandoragoshawk
Dawn had never thought it possible she could think about so many things at once. But it seemed like all her streams of worries were determined to make it happen, running together in one violently loud stream that she couldn’t even silence when she was asleep.
Running into Hollie the week before had been a sort of relief. At least she knew she was okay, physically at least. In the worst of her panics, in the nightmares that occasionally strayed from her usual rerun, she couldn’t help but picture her best friend dead, somewhere no one could find her. It was a horrid thought train that she was quick to push down, but seeing her had done wonders in ridding that image from Dawn’s mind. But it didn’t do much to ease the rest of her worries. She knew Hollie was far from okay. But she was coming to the house that very day, and Dawn was feeling hopeful for the first time in months.
They were all there now, together in the living room of their Holyhead house. Dawn was setting three mugs of tea down, needing something to occupy her hands. “Here,” her smile was soft, and she tried to hide the wariness she felt as best she could. She was nervous as she settled down into her seat, having no idea what would come next.
When: 19th November 1980 Where: Tinworth Who: @grobards
It was a coincidence that the two of them had been paired together for patrol that morning, in Tinworth of all places. Percy held very few traditions that he bothered following through with, and he hadn’t expected them to fulfil their birthday one that year. But here they were. “Oi.” He got Gawain’s attention, jerking his head towards the 24 hour fish and chip shop. It was not their usual gardens, but it would do. Plus, he could use the break.
When: 19th November 1980 Where: St Mungo’s Who: @shafiqalice
Finally, finally, Frank was allowed to leave Mungos. Over were the days of him being stuck in his bed, disgusting smelling burn ointment covering his legs. But it didn’t feel like he was much better off. It would be another week, or two, until his legs were back to their full strength, and the hospital had even given him a stick to use, to take the weight off the leg that had caught the brunt of it.
To add insult to the injury, he was stuck on desk duty until he was fully recovered. And desk duty as a new Auror meant desk duty with Emerson. The thought made him almost wish he was back in his hospital bed.
"The stick really feels like a bit much,” he grumbled once again, practically hobbling to the exit.
