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A Weasley at the Greengrass estate

Ginny had tried to contact Blaise Zabini several times over the past few days, without any luck. It had been several days since their run-in with the werewolf from Les Loupes Justes. Several days since Zabini had been bitten, and had run off before she could get him the help he so desperately needed. Had run off after suffering a werewolf bite that should have been lethal. For almost a full day, Ginny had blamed herself for what had happened, had felt that she was somehow responsible for Zabini's fate. But after playing the events in her head over and over again, she had come to the conclusion that none of it had been her fault. They had simply been at the same place at the same time, and if she had not been there, Zabini might still have been attacked. If anything, she had saved him from dying; she had, after all, apparated him away from a blood-thirsty werewolf. And therefore, she felt like she deserved to know what the hell had happened.

The invitation the Summer Solstice party at the Greengrass house was something she normally would have scoffed at before tossing it in the garbage. But now, it could not have come at a more convenient time, even with the accompanying note that made it all too clear that, even though she had received an invitation, Ginny was not welcome at the event. Not that she cared. This was her best chance of cornering Zabini without him being able to avoid her. So that was why she could be found walking up towards the Greengrass estate that night, Not wanting to purchase a new dress for a party she didn't even want to go to, she was wearing a dark green dress she had gotten for the Harpies gala at the beginning of the season, She had however, splurged on a mask, which is something she didn't just have lying around in her closet, unlike the Slytherins attending tonight. Not that the mask would do her much good, which became obvious to her when she entered the garden. Her red hair (which was styled to fall over her shoulders in soft curls) stood out like a sore thumb. Looking around the garden, Ginny was already regretting coming here. She barely recognized anyone, and the people she did recognize, she despised. She grabbed a flute of champagne from a floating tray, sipping slowly as her eyes darted over the crowd, trying to spot Zabini amongst them.

#obtstarter #obtopen #[summer solstice soiree]#[blood moon]

This party, it's just so - so wonderful, wouldn't you say?

#summer solstice #OBTopen

Finding Your In (Open)

Tracey loved Sundays. Sundays were an easy day for her. The articles she had to turn in for Monday's paper, were always easier than the rest of the week. She wasn't sure why, maybe it was the beginning of the work week, for most, was not a time they really cared to read the fashion article. She always sent her piece in fairly quickly and spent the rest of the day in the town, trying to find anyone she considered worthy to talk to.

That was exactly what she was doing today. Sitting at a little table outside of Florean Fortescue's, taking small bites of the ice cream she had purchased, she watched as people walked in and out of the quaint, little shops. No one has sparked her interest as of yet. So, she pulled a book out of her bag that was strewn across the back of her chair. Becoming easily bored was one of Tracey's many and biggest faults. She had found over the years that reading somewhat cured that problem. As long as she was not left to her own thoughts, she was fine.

She wasn't sure how many minutes had went by, but after hearing someone clear their throat, Tracey sat the book down and looked up. Glad for someone to talk to, she smiled and motioned for them to take a seat across from her. "Haven't seen you in awhile. Do tell me what you've been up to?"

#para #OBTopen

❝I must say--

"-- this Margaret Atwood is positively witchy. How can it be true that she's not of magical heritage? Despite the Muggle references, her novels are surprisingly intriguing. Although I should ask- what does dystopian mean?"

#book club with morag macdougal as per usual~#obtopen #obtstarter #gifchat

Paperwork and Pubs

It took copious amounts of paperwork to frustrate Percy Weasley. He'd practically wrote volumes of the stuff in the years he worked at the ministry. The forms that most people complained about were sheets that while tedious he could do while fully engaged in conversations with others. He could fill out each form with muscle memory alone only having to glance down to make sure his handwriting remained in a straight line but lately that hadn't been the case.

Percy could see the work of some clever ministry employee somewhere in the wizgamont holding onto him as tightly as they could with varying forms on the recent attacks coming at him in stacks. It was both amusing and frustrating to him how much they were working to keep their hold on him. There was even a time overloading him with work would have been effective but not anymore. Family, friends, real human connection is what mattered to him now and he intended to keep it that way.

After work he packed up his brief case intentionally leaving a rather large stack of paperwork that still needed to be filled out. He could do a bit at home but he wasn't going to live for work.

He entered the leaky cauldron and attempted to relax slightly. The atmosphere was tense and reminiscent of the time before the war. He sighed and grabbed one of the free tables to get a bit of work done, usually someone would interrupt him and keep him company.

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