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[dearlumos]

location : parkinson & flint III wedding ( event 046 ) open to : all ! ( @startertms )

events with her family were not part of her favorite past time, sure she was well practiced in it but she did not choose to begin splitting her time between worlds solely to please her fawley family. so, instead of arriving with her family as a whole like they intended, nisrine opted to arrive separately. even with all that considered, she would be lying if she’d voiced any distaste for this event — she hasn’t, of course and would save said words for the special couple to hear personally, if she had any. instead, she plans to observe and enjoy as much as she can — they do have a free bar, right?

just like that, the universe had answered her silent question, with a small turn of her chin — there it was. . the bar. her eyes lit up, her smile matching as brims etched upward at the sight. perfectly manicured digits drummed lightly against the bar top. ‘ espresso martini, please. ’

her attention draws to her side as she awaits the martini, eyes drawing towards the person standing beside her. “ are you here for the bride, the groom or both ? ”

[veriidicals]

the job was simple enough. even if it was only ever contained to the businesses around diagon and itʻs connecting alleys, for the businesses who could afford for gringottʻs quality cursebreaking. the easy thrill of it was enough to have bill looking forward to it all year long. it was like clockwork: someone or other received some sort of heirloom for christmas and immediately following into the new years—with all it’s resolutions and cleaning—foisted it on some unfortunate pawn shop to spare themselves the hassle of trying to match great aunt hildegardʻs vase with their current furniture. the fun of it was when the vases weren’t just vases. ❝ iʻd be careful if i were you, ❞ he warns, voice mired in amusement even as he nimbly plucks a rather unfortunate looking brooch out of hand-reach, just in the nick of time. the dragonhide gloves are his only saving grace, and even those start steaming at the places of contact with the silver of the jewelry piece. not so pretty an end result. ❝ nasty bit of anti-theft warding. banned now, but probably not when this little darling was commissioned. ❞ he explains, not bothering to hide any of the interest that leaks into his consonance. it was the habit, the vice, to dig his teeth onto the exciting bits of magic, especially when those bits of magic bit back. the brooch gets slipped into an acromantula silk-lined bag, with all the nullifying properties: a specialty of the goblins, who knew how to manipulate magic in ways that wixen could hardly grasp at. ❝ might i suggest those lovely little earrings over in the corner ? they should be in the clear. ❞ the grin that crosses his face is an honest attempt at trustworthy: sales associate charm for all that heʻs never actually been in sales. ❝ checked ʻem myself. promise. ❞

[burnedglory]

location: outside of brigg’s brooms in diagon ally, london

open starter, anyone is welcome to reply!

if anyone were to ask him why he was here, ron wouldn’t be able to come up with an answer. he’d likely fumble over his words and his cheeks and ears would tinge red with embarrassment. he had no reason to shop for a new broomstick. it wasn’t like flying was a hobby of his, and he hadn’t played a proper quidditch game in ages. plus, he had his old broom stuffed in his closet at his flat. ron used to have harry’s as well, but he gave that back to his friend after he returned from the dead. still, he had been strolling down diagon ally’s streets, and seeing brigg’s brooms brought back so many memories.

memories as a child, tagging along as charlie, then percy, then fred and george, and finally himself, got to go to diagon ally and pick up school supplies . . . he’d always run straight over to brigg’s brooms, where he was standing now. he’d press his face and palms right up against the glance, his eyes comically wide as he observed the best, fastest new brooms on the market. for the rest of the year, he’d talk about it constantly, until the next visit where he saw the next broom. it’d been a simpler time . . . at least for him . . . until things with voldemort got really serious. now, everything was a mess. he was a mess.

ron was so deep into his thoughts that he didn’t notice that there was another person heading his way until they bumped into his shoulder.

[chacswins]

Tap. Tap. Tap.

All Damien could focus on was the gentle tapping of his fingers on the bookshelf. He was looking for a book in particular, one for research, yet he completely forgot it. Physically he was there, mentally he was a million miles away. His eyes had a thousand yard stare until he managed to feel the presence of someone around him.

"Don't bother." He says after collecting himself. "It's all shit picks here, anyway."

[med1rigby]

𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: st mungos. 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: open to all ( @startertms ) !!

whilst most holidays were quiet upsetting for gwendolyn, she always found new life during the christmas period - often seeing the end of another year as a new start from the year's troubles and tribulations - even now as she continues with her work. placing down her clipboard on the reception desk, the veteran mediwitch reaches over to the pot of candycanes to sneak one out for a momentary sugar-spike - she was entering her ninth hour of her shift and was simply counting down each minute now. "nothing beats the refreshing sweetness of a candy cane, hm?" a satisfied hum passes by her lips before smiling at the nurse at the desk, spinning only to be met with a potential patient, a candy cane hanging half out of her mouth. "oh, hello there."

[hcldmybroom]

𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: the campground, post game !! 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: open !!

celebrations and commiserations alike were spread out after the game, whether privately or around the campgrounds, and minette was never one to turn down a good party. her throat was already hoarse from the screaming and hollering she had done during the match, but who needed a voice when your skills on the dancefloor spoke for themselves (not great, but having a good time). in the moment, minette grabs the hands of the nearest person and pulls them to her, bringing them into the throng of the makeshift dancefloor. "come on! get movin' will you!"

[hopcflowered]

𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: st mungos, interior !! 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: open !!

"don't touch that." her voice is firm yet hoarse as she stirs from her sleep, the footsteps that approached her bedside pulling her from the dreamless slumber the medi witch had induced hours prior. the wound on her head throbbed as she made to move, features scrunched up in a mixture of pain and confusion and anger as her body carefully shuffles up the bed until she is sitting up. pressing slender fingers to the bandage wrapped around her head, eyes willing to open as her other hand gestured to the crooked crepe paper flowers in the cleaned out soup tin. "s-sorry. i thought you were gonna take them as well . . . basil made them."

[amarcttos]

* 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘: open starter ! * 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: simmer & shimmer apothecary !

"⸻ i'll be with you in a second," the soft voice can be heard from the distance, prompted by the chime of the door bell. it takes only about a minute for them to walk out the backroom, customer service smile already in place as they greet the potential patron. "anything i can help you with? wolfsbane potion bottles are fifteen percent off at the moment, included with its own chaser of your preference" all in light of recent events, her personal way of helping while still making some galleons. "...and calming draughts are almost done brewing if you don't mind waiting a couple minutes."