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familiar face || daisy & freddie
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The sun was already hidden away, but Freddie still felt wired. Tour habit, he guessed, as he wandered through the house. People were still making it in, he hadn’t run into everybody yet, and while getting blind drunk had an appeal the trip was probably still too young - some of his friends were real adults now, after all. He settled for taking a beer from the fridge and, after popping the top off with a keychain, made his way for the patio.
He recognized Daisy from behind and, heart caught in his throat, stopped with his hand hovering over the glass door. When he’d run their reunion over, all the thousand times, he’d always imagined they’d been with the group - maybe perched in the lobby of the mansion, or hovering around the kitchen counter. Still, he supposed the bandaid had to come off eventually, and he slid the door open.
“It’s a nice night,” he said, stupidly, while he approached. He took a gulp of the beer, and added, “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
Mischief Managed | Little talks
By the tone on the girls voice, Lo knew that that conversation was not their regular chit-chat, nodding and placing the animal back on the ground. Thanks to her habit of breeding forbidden potions, she knew secret places or at least quieter places, spots that very few students dared to get near. "Yeah, I know somewhere...follow me".
The weather was gracious with a bright sun on their back, but the wind was cold and chilly, forcing many to shelter themselves from it. Even the quidditch pitch was quiet today, a remarkable thing since the expectations for the upcoming game was rather high.
The Sundial Garden isn't a place that people liked to hang out, even though she heard many girls from Slytherin referring the stones as a perfect place to ditch classes. As they approached, the brunette leaned against a big, cold and solid rock, probably leaving stains on her cardigan."I guess we just have deal with the wind, huh? But it's as private as any other place inside the castle, I guess."she opened a small smile.”Besides, I doubt we want to colide with McGonagall, at least in the grounds we don’t have that possibility.”
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It’s a Punk Thing || Sirius & Daisy
“Thanks mate,” Sirius muttered, shaking hands with a dark-haired stranger just steps away from his meeting point with Daisy. He tucked a bag of dank Mary Jane inside his leather jacket and handed over a small sum of Muggle pounds. “Pleasure doing business with you.”
The dealer merely nodded and stepped around Sirius, quickly ducking around a corner and out of sight. His own supply ran suddenly short and he knew he’d need to replenish his stock before his night out with Daisy; an evening full of music was never quite complete without some bud.
Sirius turned, hands in his pockets, and spotted the familiar sight of auburn hair and Daisy’s appealing yet somehow rigid face. He knew he had to be on his best behavior as he was certain she’d yet to forgive him completely for the incident, but he had high hopes that the evening would go favorably.
Confidently, Sirius sauntered over to the young woman and smiled a handsome, crooked smile.
“Ms. Hookum, you’re on time,” he commented. “Guess you’re excited to see me, eh?” Sirius went in for a hug, his arms wrapping around her small frame. “S’good to see you. Ready to have a good time?”
DADA for Beginners || Barty & Daisy
The old professor in Barty’s Ancient Runes class droned on longer than normal, extending past his usual “Just 10 more minutes of your time, students!” stunt he usually pulled. His droning voice added to haze of heat in the stuffy room, pulling the boy’s eyelids down with otherworldly gravitational force. By 20 past, Barty was beyond even pretending to pay attention anymore, angrily tapping his expensive shoes on the ground and glaring up at the teacher. He finally lost his temper at 25 past the hour, when the professor pleaded for just another “10 more minutes of their time” to learn about a symbol he’d mastered ages ago.
Packing up his books and bag with a quick flick of his wand, he stood up and stormed out of the room, glaring poisonously at the professor as he walked past, daring him to say one word. The professor, for his own part, had the grace to look sheepish and even cowered slightly from the Slytherin’s gaze for a second before stammering back to the class and starting up on his rambling again.
Once out of the classroom, Barty checked his watch irritably and began his trek to the library. It was bad enough he had to tutor an idiot 6th year in Defense Against the Dark Arts, but it didn’t help that he was now going to be late. To the meeting time he’d set. Groaning in frustration, the boy pushed his hair back from where it flew into his face as he flew down the stairs in record time, pushing his bag behind him and booking it to his destination.
He reached the library at 35 past, out of breath from the run but not as late as he’d feared. Walking over to a table, Barty sat down and started rummaging in his bag, pulling out an old DADA book the professor had given to him for this exact purpose, a N.E.W.T level book that was dog-eared on the problem spots for this particular student. In all honesty, that same professor hadn’t given him much of a choice when he pushed the book at the younger Crouch, growling out that it was tutoring or 3 straight months of detention for skipping his class every week. Faced with making cauldronfuls of Doxy bite antidote for the First Years or helping a fellow student, Barty had picked up the book with no small degree of grumbling and walked out to the tune of the professor cheerfully telling him he’d even let Barty choose when and where he would be giving lessons.
And so, against his better judgement, he’d ended up in the library waiting for what was probably going to be the most boring part of his day, Study of Ancient Runes notwithstanding.
Yum, Cupcakes // Daisy & Melanie
Melanie felt like she hasn’t had sweets in such a long time. So when she found out Daisy made some, she just needed to get her hands on the sweet goods. Cupcakes were a plus too. As she threw on some clothes and pulled her hair into a pony tail, she made her way to the other girl’s cabin.
When she got there, Melanie knocked on the door. Even though she didn’t feel the need to knock most of the time, she didn’t want to seem crazy to the new girl.
Sirius & Daisy || All These Things I Hate
The ceremony came to an end with the seal of a kiss. Sirius watched in pride as his best friend planted his lips against Lily’s to seal the deal once and for all. Lily Evans was James’s forever love and years of nearly obsessive crushing on the girl had not simply been for nothing. Yes, a part of Sirius was unnaturally jealous and afraid of what this would mean for his own future, but watching the pride and utter happiness on James’s face gave Sirius a swell of excitement. This was what James always wanted; why shouldn’t he be happy for him?
They arrived in the reception hall and, after Sirius’s uncanny speech, he found himself lingering beside the punch table by himself. It was always easy for him to find someone to talk to, but after witnessing such a holy matrimony and emotions swirling through him, Sirius felt a little anti-social. James was busy with guests and family, besides. Sirius wanted a drink to loosen him up, besides.
When he spotted the bridesmaid he (fortunately) did not have to walk down the aisle with, Sirius double took. The whole thing had been awkward. Between rehearsals and getting ready, they’d both managed to keep busy enough with the bride and groom that talking was not a necessity; but Sirius knew (in hindsight, of course) that things needed to be discussed with one Daisy Hookum.
With an encouraging breath, Sirius stepped directly in her path so she had no choice but to look at him.
“Good wedding?” Sirius asked casually. “My speech was... rubbish. But I’ll admit, I didn’t want to get too emotional before I cut myself off.” Sirius spoke candidly, shrugging lightly with a smile. “That’s practically my brother. All grown up and married. S’emotional day, eh?”
More Than One Way Out || Daisy & Peter || January 12th, 1979
Location: Hogwarts to Hogsmeade
Date: January 12th, 1979
Time: @ 12:00 am
Nighttime at Hogwarts had always been his favorite. Not necessarily the dark, though that did comfort him because it was easier to hide in the darkness, but his best memories were associated with nighttime. Daylight reminded him of bullies in the corridors, elbows in the face, sudden pools of water that he inevitably slipped in, and so many other nightmarish pranks. If not for his alliance with Sirius, James, and Remus it was likely that he would have endured even more. The nights though…they had been kings of the night.
He apparated to a point just outside of Hogsmeade and transformed so that he could scurry unseen to the passage opening in the old barn. Once hidden away in the darkness of the passage he shifted back and muttered a soft “Lumos” before he began the long trek back to Hogwarts. After years of sneaking out of the school, it felt strange to be sneaking in but how else was their youngest order member going to join them? He slipped out from behind the statue of Gregory the Smarmy located in the fifth floor corridor and debated before he shifted again and scurried toward the stairs. He’d sent a note ahead instructing Daisy to meet him by the statue of the one-eyed witch in the third floor corridor. He could only hope she was able to slip out of the Hufflepuff dorm unnoticed.
He was glad he’d decided to take advantage of his rat form when he almost raced into a patrolling professor. Hugging the wall, his tiny feet whispered as he raced along in the darkness. When he reached the last corner he paused to shift back, always aware of the fact that he was an unregistered animagus. Raking a hand back through his hair, he peered around the shadows, making sure no one was around before he finally darted into the third floor corridor.
She wasn’t there, but a check of his watch confirmed that he was a few minutes early, so he did his best to blend back into the shadows as he waited. He still wasn’t sure how he’d managed to land this particular task. He suspected it was James and Sirius’ idea of joking torment. They knew he wasn’t good with girls. Forever tongue tied, saying the wrong thing (or looking at the wrong thing) Peter hated it when he was assigned to work with girls. He was sure they had to be equally frustrated at being stuck with him. Ahh well, at least it was Daisy. She was a nice sort. Resisting the urge to check himself over, he craned his head around the statue to peer down the other length of corridor for his companion…