#sep 79

[notbenjyfenwick]

when: briar’s birthday, september 26th, 1979 where: no. 6 low street who: @dawnwitheyy

“I could get used to parties being just a few doors down.”

[andromedaatnight]

when: the baby shower, friday, september 25th, 1979 where: the shafiqs’ who: OPEN

“So.” Andromeda squinted at the baby food, relieved that she did not have to participate in this game. “What d’you reckon that one is?”

[jamespooper]

When: 3rd September 1979 Where: Gryffindor Suite 2B, room 4 Who: @dorcasisntdeadyet​

“It took a bit of trial and error.” James looked down at the nipple in question. “Even considered confetti, you know like the canons they have at league games. Thought it a bit much.”

[dorcasmeadowes]

when: briar’s birthday, september 26, 1979 where: no. 6 low street who: @jamespooper

“So that’s why, scientifically speaking, you have an advantage in drinking games. So anytime you win, it doesn’t really count.”

[dawnwitheyy]

Friday 25th September, 3.26 pm

Dawn: Benjamin Fenwick

Dawn: you’re telling me you can do that handstand but you can’t pick me up??????

[grobards]

when: 8 september, 1979 where: no. 5 low street who: @clementinerobards

Gawain didn’t know what exactly had persuaded him to drop in on his sister. It worked out as some combination of the fact that he hadn’t seen much of her since the Tinworth cookout, and that he was painfully aware that the summer had added more tragedy to her plate. And he was trying to be more present, wasn’t he? This was a way of accomplishing that, wasn’t it? With a peace offering of custard creams, he stood on her doorstep, waiting for his knock to be answered.

[percivalrobards]

When: 18th September 1979 Where: The Academy Who: @shafiqalice​

To say Percy was tired was an understatement. For someone who’d rarely woken up before midday for most of his time at Hogwarts, paired with unfavourable night time habits that still stuck with him, the gruelling schedule of The Academy was really starting to get to him. Sitting in class, he found himself starting to drift off, brought back to consciousness by the sharp jab of a wand in his side. 

[franklongbooty]

Date: 1st September, 1979 Where: Frank’s Flat Who: @shafiqalice​

“You know,” the pair of them were still in Frank’s bed, his fingers lightly dancing circles across Alice’s back. “If we don’t get up now, I think we’re going to lose our chance.” It wasn’t often he spent days in bed, but now he found he didn’t quite mind the idea. He had a much better reason to now, after all.