#nox.winterfest

[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."

[chacswins]

Damien Graves fucking hates the winter. Which is odd, since he does love the holidays ( he’ll never admit it despite anyone’s best attempt. ) He slipped on ice one too many times for his patience ( so, one time ) and now he has a vendetta against the whole season. The poor man is bundled up in a comically thick amount of scarfs and layers underneath his coat. 

“This country’s weather is fucking ridiculous.” He mutters to nobody in particular, not even really paying attention as he lights up a cigarette. It’s a recent development, one he isn’t thrilled with. “All the spells in the world and we can’t think of one that makes heat?”

[blvdgers]

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  hogsmeade village  ! 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶  :  @graciieux​  !

so, it wasn’t his best made plan. he could hardly be blamed for that. mattie had provided the opportunity in the first place by dragging him along to the tree lighting ceremony by side apparition and then wandering off into the crowd to find their friends, leaving him alone to wander the familiar village under unfamiliar circumstances. if they’d stuck by his side - as promised, he might add - then they’d have stumbled upon gracie in a kind of ... neutral territory, and henry wouldn’t have spared even a thought to how he might strike up meaningful conversation or, perhaps, how to ask whether that was something she might be interested in at all at some point in the future. mattie’s friends were generally off limits. he respected that. but when mattie was nowhere to be seen, and gracie’s sibling - he knew they were some sort of bird, maybe a lark, or a robin - having bounded off a while before and never returned, he sort of figured that keeping grace company was an acceptable thing to do, and... well, whatever came of that was fine. right ?

it took him a few minutes to work himself up for it, but, finally... “grace. hi,” he smiles, all white teeth and dimples, his ungloved and chilly hands glued to the insides of his pockets. wix milled all around them, waiting in the queue for cocoa or standing around for the christmas tree lights, but ( as per usual, at least since the gala ), his attention was focused on her, from bobble hat to cheeks rosy from the cold. “are you a willing participant, or... did you get dragged out here as well ?” 

[frcgilis]

( 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 ) —   hogsmeade ( 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ) —   open

adora gave it an honest shot. she really had. years past, she’d love spending her weekends in december at hogsmeade, begging luca for some coins to get whatever cheap christmas gifts she could back when she was at hogwarts. but she’d gone this year, ignoring the ache in her once broken bones that the cold now caused. she’d barely taken a few steps into the market proper before she was jostled by someone in the crowd, posture going rigid at the contact. “oh this was a bad idea.” she muttered it to herself and took a few steps back, putting some distance between herself and the crowd. adora hadn’t told luca or julius that was she going, hadn’t wanted to worry them. now, as she cast her gaze around, that instinct to look for one of them still unshakeable, she wished she’d had. “is there... do you know if there’s anywhere i can sit for a few minutes?”

[gelsemivm]

( 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 ) —   diagon alley ( 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ) —   open 

dionisia belby was not made for customer service. she much preferred the sticky heat of her greenhouses, hidden away from customers and dealing only with the finnicky nature of some of her most expensive plants. instead, she was bundled up (a long, dark green outercoat with floral motifs, her hat, scarf, and gloves matching. dionisia was nothing if not dedicated to the aesthetic.) but the chill still bone deep, listening to the endless chatter of customers. “it’s too late for a custom wreath, unfortunately.” the slots for the custom wreath orders had sold out before november, let alone a few weeks before christmas. the smile on her face was forced, stiff a little. “you can always grab one of the premade ones.”

[indemnae]

OPEN STARTER : @startertms. LOCATION : anywhere in wix london.

“ mon dieu... ” fleur mumbled to herself, burying her phone in the back pocket of her jeans quite harshly. it was near useless to her since it she was convinced it was taking her to anywhere but where she needed to be. it could almost be seen a humorous to anyone that knew just how many years fleur had been residing in england — only to be found like a mind boggled foreigner struck with culture shock. clearing her throat a little too loud, also an attempt to grab the attention of the person closest to her. “ pardon ? i’m so sorry to disturb you, but would you know know the quickest way to get to hogsmeade from here ? ”

[praefcrtis]

( 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 ) —   diagon alley ( 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ) —   open

daisy held a foam to go cup in her hands, leeching away as much heat from the thin to-go cup. “i don’t think hot chocolate is supposed to taste like this.” technically speaking, it was a peppermint hot chocolate with a shot of espresso. not that it tasted like that. it was watery and had just a hint of chocolate with an overwhelming peppermint flavor. it was enough to make her mouth burn just a bit. “i really wouldn’t recommend it. twelve dollars isn’t worth it.”

[judvs]

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  hogsmeade village  !

her friend had made her promise to be nice. she’d opened her mouth to argue and been silenced by the look on their face ; they weren’t taking the snowman building competition nearly as seriously as she was, and were worried she was going to embarrass them. begrudgingly, marietta had actually held out her hand to loop gloved pinky fingers, solemnly swearing ( on pain of death - well, not really, but the incompletion of their snowy entry, which was just as bad ) not to cause a scene before stomping off towards the offending sculpture, snow boots crunching pleasantly all the way. she’d been waiting an hour for this entrant to return, and now that she had her chance, fists clenched inside her jacket pockets, her friends chastising voice ringing in her ears, marietta knew that there was only one thing for it - “that’s OUR scarf,” she explodes, immediately, her expression sour as she waits for the other to emerge from behind their creation, ”you took it off our snowman when we went for lunch. i want it back.”