#principium.starter

[analytiic]

𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝘂𝘀     *     ─     open  ​​.

𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻     *     ─     diagon  alley  .

𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗲     *     ─  anyone  !

     (   *      ──     𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐧𝐚𝐥  𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐱  𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥  drawing  closer  ,  aleyna  slowly  walks  down  diagon  alley  observing  buildings  that  will  soon  be  adorned  with  decorations  .  admittedly  ,  she  does  not  enjoy  the  festival  ──  not  when  expectations  weigh  heavy  upon  shoulders  kept  alive  by  blood  of  silver  &  gold  .  grace  woven  into  limbs  ,  indifference  painted  across  features  that  wish  to  smile  ,  she  recalls  being  a  child  and  longing  to  run  as  hands  held  her  back  and  urged  her  to  keep  her  shoulders  straight  .  she  spots  a  known  figure  and  cannot  help  herself  ,  however  ──  approaching  them  to  make  conversation  ,  pushing  herself  to  defeat  her  introversion  in  the  name  of  polite  socialization  .  a  lady  .  ❝  enjoying  the  preparations  ?  i  have  to  admit  ,  i'm  looking  forward  to  buying  something  from  señor  domínguez'  new  collection  .  yourself  ?  enchanted  candles  or  pumpkins  ?  ❞

[vnities]

COACH A LITTLE LEAGUE quidditch team, her agent said. it will be easy publicity. emma had never regretted listening to his advise more than she had now. she’d never particularly disliked those tiny gremlins before, but working in such close proximity with seven hyper-active children had left her throat raw from yelling and her body battered from all the bludgers ‘ ACCIDENTALLY ’ going in her direction every ten seconds.

most of them had been picked up by their parents from the public park where they trained, but two were still there — throwing around a quaffle and seeming calm enough for emma to take a seat and relax for a moment. 

quickly, she realized her mistake. 

she barely had enough time to scream “ DUCK! ” to one of the poor individuals just trying to enjoy a quiet park day, but lucky for her the quaffle went straight past them. scowling at the two kids — who, at the very least, had the good sense to look apologetic — she rushed towards the person they’d ( hopefully ) narrowly avoided hitting. “ shit, did they get you? ”

[mcgonagoh]

open starter location: Obscurus Books in Diagon Alley

The new term was about to start in a few weeks and Minerva was enjoying her last moments of free time to run a few errands, already feeling busy by preparations of the first day of school. She had just bought herself some potion supplies and was now at the bookshop looking for a manual she had lost during the holidays. Somehow it had completely disappeared from her bookshelf and even her wife had no idea where it went.

As she was looking around the store, she noticed a cover that caught her eye on the shelf of new arrivals. In a bright pink font, Gilderoy Lockhart’s second book was placed.

Memories of the boy flashed in her head and most of them were far from being fond. The boy had been close to a nuisance for the Hogwarts' whole staff, always seeking attention and unable to reach a stance of modesty, which Minerva had a hard time tolerating. Out of respect she had tried to read his first book but had stopped after a few pages, mostly because it was completely full of shit. With a few steps she reached the shelf, took the new book in hand and turned it around to read the summary.

Somehow, it wasn’t hard to imagine the kind of quality this second copy was about. “How can someone accept to publish that bullshit?” she asked to herself in a whisper, disconcerted, not really paying attention to the bustling around her as she stared at Gilderoy’s dumb smile on the hardcover.