#priya001

[aliceinaurorlxnd]

There was nothing Alice loved more than entertaining that there house. Of course, she loved it all year around, but it was much more special at Christmas time. The Longbottom house looked like Christmas elves had thrown up over the house, but even Alice had to admit that it looked pretty. She loved seeing how much Neville loved all of their decorations. And even though it had been up for over a month now, she was enjoying it. She knew Frank knew, and she supposed he was probably liking that after five years his wife was finally getting into the Christmas spirit as much as he was.

Today Priya was coming around, and she was looking forward to it. She wasn’t that close to the girl, but she knew she was practically liked a sister to Frank, so she wanted to get to know her better. “Auntie Priya’s coming round dear” Alice murmured, scooping her son up as he yet again was playing with one of the Santa’s that his father had lovingly set up in display. “Let’s go and put some tea on so it’s nice and warm when she gets here”

@priyaparks​

[isaac-d-buchanan]

where: Isaac’s cell in Azkaban who: Isaac Buchanan and Priya Parkinson ( @priyaparks​ )

During Isaac’s first night in Azkaban, one of the worst things about his cell was its temperature. Even though his cell didn’t have windows, his cell was higher than most which makes it very susceptible to the effects of the sea’s unforgiving weather. As much as he wanted to curl up in the corner, the coldness of the walls and the floor made it impossible to hold the position for anything longer than a couple of minutes. 

Now, it’s his bed he finds discomfort in. His mattress was stiff, springy, and nothing like the one he had at home. And yet, its contrast to the rough and hard walls and floor of the cell turns it into a trap. With the dreadful aura that the Dementors cast upon the prison, lying down in your bed in the morning makes it difficult to get up for the rest of the day. In a cruel twist of fate, sitting in the corner became a lot more bearable.

That’s how his visitor found him. When he heard the door to his cell open, he didn’t see the point in looking up. Surely, it was another Auror attempting to crack the case wide open before anyone else. But somehow, just by the sound of their footsteps, Isaac was able to determine that it was no ordinary Auror who visited him already. The young man looked up. “Priya?”