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Location: Fall Fair // SLQ Booth With: Anyone // @silverliningstarters
“You’re listening to SLQ Radio, coming to you live from the Amory Fall Fair. We’ll be back after some word from our sponsors and I’ve had a chance to get some of that bomb-ass kettle corn.” Transitioning over to commercials, Ember pulled their headphones off their head, looking up just in time to see someone approaching the booth. “Hey! What can I do for ya? Got a request?”
OPEN STARTER
WHO: @crhqstarters & eli st. james WHERE: some little coffee shop in new york city WHEN: monday, 4/12
After a weekend of way too much debauchery, Eli needed a heavy dose of caffeine to get through her full day of classes. She impatiently waited in line at her favorite hole in the wall coffee shop, ordered a quad shot latte from the barista, left a hefty tip (former barista solidarity), and then made her way over to the nearest empty table to wait. Her first class didn’t start for another hour and what better way to spend it than lazily scrolling through her phone until she had to sit through two hours of economics? As she was sparingly double tapping on instagram, she felt a presence looming over the seat across from her. With an eye roll, she gazed upwards, only to soften when she realized who it was. “Oh shit,” she breathed out as a smile tugged at the corners of her lips, “I didn’t realize it was you. Why are you just standing there? Sit.” She gently kicked out the seat across from her so that the person she knew could make themselves comfortable at her table. Just as they sat, the barista called her name, so she muttered a quick “be right back,” before grabbing her drink. Upon her return to the table, she let out a sigh and shrugged. “I have some time to kill before class,” she explained, taking a sip and humming in satisfaction, “wanna chill for a bit?” followed by a presumptive, “how you been?”
OPEN STARTER
WHO: rocky remington & @crhqstarters WHERE: the lima bean WHEN: sunday, 4/25
After graduating high school, Rocky Remington ditched his college plans and took a gap year to travel. It wasn’t what his father, the principal of McKinley High and Quinn Fabray’s new husband, wanted for him, but it was his choice and for the first time? He did what he wanted to. Rocky was enjoying backpacking around South America and the only reason why he was back in Lima at all was because of his father’s wedding. The weekend had been full of reunions and small talk and celebrations of all kinds. Come Sunday, Rocky was hung over and just exhausted. The jet lag was finally catching up to him and, more pressingly than that, the stress of not knowing his next move was starting to settle in. Was he going to go back to South America? Was he going to go somewhere else? Was he going to stay in Lima? Hit up Northwestern about his deferment and actually go to college? He had no clue. So, with his laptop cracked open and a cold brew in hand, Rocky was posted up at the Lima Bean trying to plan out the next few months of his life. He wasn’t sure how long he’d been sitting for, but he was starting to feel frustrated. He needed to take a walk. With an exasperated sigh, Rocky tapped the person’s shoulder sitting behind him and asked, “excuse me, do you mind watching my stuff for a second?” It was only then that he realized who it was. “Oh shit,” he said, this time more casual, “didn’t realize it was you.” And then, scratching his head, “did I see you at the wedding this weekend?”
THE MACDOUGAL ESTATE 20 OCTOBER, 2020 OPEN STARTER
Fingers rose, loosening the knot of his tie, crimson and gold against his throat. He’d gone back and forth about digging it out of the drawer, eventually coming to the conclusion that if there was ever an appropriate time to don a Gryffindor tie, a Hogwarts reunion was certainly it. However, there were more people in attendance than Ron anticipated; he didn't recall so many at the last reunion, but then again he hadn't stayed long (Hugo was quite young and Molly already had her hands full).
His blue gaze swept left and right as he crossed into the main hall, blinking at the sheer number of people crammed inside. There were no small rooms in Morag’s impossibly huge manor, but the crowd forced Ron to skirt along the wall all the same. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his trousers as he looked over the heads of his peers. He hadn't made it a point to give Slytherin house the time of day when he was in school - not if he could help it, of course - but he still recognized a surprising number of Salazar's ilk in the crowd. Perhaps time was making them bolder? The more time passed, it seemed, the more comfortable the snakes felt about slithering from their holes. Ron bit down hard on his tongue, fighting the urge to fiddle with his tie again. He knew what Hermione would say - something about house unity and maybe even a mention of "water under the bridge" (that he doubted she actually believed) - but the discomfort stirring inside him was primal, instinctive. In fact, he was so focused on quelling his own feelings that he bumped none-too-gently into the edge of the buffet table; a finger sandwich tumbled from its tiered display rack, and bright red punch sloshed over the edge of its bowl onto the tablecloth.
“Ah, fuck,” he mumbled, drawing his wand. He gave it a lazy wave and the punch stain disappeared, but there was a sudden presence beside him and he kept his eyes purposely averted as he snatched up the finger sandwich.
“Think anyone saw?”
loco for hoco / open
It had been far too long since Kitty had enjoyed a true Ginsburg campus party. She had missed Beta Bash, much to her and several others’ chagrin, but that just meant she had to make up for it at Homecoming. And, well...making up for it she was. The advice she had given to Finn had been something she strongly believed in and the fact that their home team kept the ‘W’ in the game meant that it was definitely a night to enjoy the happy buzz that plagued the campus. Kitty had already entertained the smaller, “VIP” crowd that consisted of some of the Junior and Senior girls on the squad hosting a wine night at one of their apartments with their boyfriends who were definitely giving the eyes to her behind their backs (sorry not sorry your boyfriend is the epitome of that cheater pants meme, Casey) and showed her face at some of the lesser frats. It was time to find a home base for the night to keep her buzz going.
There were only a few hiccups of the night. The game was...aggressive. Her chest still hurt a little from how long she had held her breath until a certain favorite player of hers who was knocked down pretty hard was able to walk off the field. The thought of it made her accept the first drink that one of the Beta brothers offered to her when she stepped in the door. They knew her well enough by that time to know that she liked her crappy college beer ice cold and only filled halfway, and sure enough she had a nice, frosty half-cup of Nasty Light. She looked over the rim of her cup at the crowd that had gathered, glad to see that everyone looked like they were having a good time. Good. Jake didn’t need anymore reason to explain the idiotic actions of his so-called brothers. Kitty was just about to head upstairs to find said Beta Bro when a certain someone caught her attention out of the corner of her eye, just a few drunken bodies away. She sauntered over almost immediately and tip her cup to hit it against their’s.
“Lookie who I found. Cheers, fellow winner.”
The gym had become Jaxon’s sanctuary. It was his happy place. He’d just gotten done recording this week’s video and he really couldn’t be bothered with editing, right at this minute. So, he packed his gym bag and headed to his home away from home. With his earbuds in, he started on the stair climber. He breezed through his warm-up and headed right into his usual routine. Before he’d realized it, nearly two hours had passed. Jaxon was sweating profusely and exhausted. He loved the burn that the gym gave him. He pulled out his earbuds and made his way to grab his post workout juice. Today; orange, carrot and ginger. He paid the cashier and turned to exit the gym. But leave to Jaxon to bump right into the person behind him, spilling his juice all over them. “Oh, fuck! I’m so sorry! I didn’t know there was anyone behind me. I have a spare shirt, if you want it. Wow, I’m such a klutz.” He groaned, cheeks taking on a pink tint.
There was something about dressing up that reminded Marlene of her mother - that was why she rarely did it.
She wasn’t uncomfortable in a dress. The only times Seraphina McKinnon had paid attention to her daughter was when there was a ball to attend, and as such as a child Marlene had done her best to fit in with the ideals that were forced upon her; to dress as a proper Pureblood lady should, despite her brothers’ mockery. As she grew up, she realised that it wasn’t her that Seraphina praised when she saw her young daughter, but what her mother wanted her to be, and she had long since stopped trying; she had cut her hair short and thrown herself into the comfortable clothes she much preferred, played Quidditch, ignored her mother’s occasional scolds. It hadn’t made that much difference to their relationship; they hardly saw each other anyway.
Despite all of this, Marlene felt a pang of emotion as she smoothed down the pearl grey of her robes. Her mother would like her in this - but she was miles away in Kent, and likely in bed, and Marlene didn’t care, anyway. With a huff of irritation at her own emotions, she tucked her hair behind her ears and smoothed one finger under her eyes to get rid of any flakes of mascara, before taking the steps to the Gryffindor common room two at a time in her heels.
Feasts like this were somewhat rare in Hogwarts, so Marlene beamed to see the Great Hall so decorated, the icicles sending sparkling crystal light across the floor. Grabbing herself a slice of cake (Seraphina wouldn’t approve; Pureblood women didn’t eat in public; Marlene scowled at the woman’s voice in her head) she picked her way cautiously through the crowd, avoiding brushing against others as much as she could and scanning for someone she knew.
