#sera001

[cherry-flavoured-gum]

where: The Leaky Cauldron 

who: Sera ( @serashapes​ )

She tapped her quill against the parchment in her notebook, staring down the person across from her. Cherry felt her own lips quirk into a small smirk as she finally broke the silence. 

“So, Sera Parkinson. I’ve got you in front of me for an interview, at long last.” 

Normally, sports were Yasiel’s department. Cherry wrote nothing but a glorified gossip column. She was the one responsible for headlines like certain boy band members getting girlfriends, celebrity rivalries heating up - things like that. But Quidditch players had their own marketable stories, too. She just needed to tap into them. 

Sera was so intriguing. She was hiding something - Cherry could just tell. It was an innate sense she was born with. And she was dying to know more.

“Let’s start at the beginning, shall we?” 

∼☆∽

[rivainiduelist-blog]

everdisagreeable

        Witnessing fights among this city started to make things feel more like home. The only thing it needed now was for someone to start a fight with Isabela, and it'd be perfect. She didn't have a reputation like the one she'd earned back in Kirkwall, and for that she was mostly glad, but at the same time, it felt a little lonely. She stumbled across many arguments that happened and a lot of them turned ugly very quickly, but none of them were any fun to watch, at least not like the things that went on down at the Hanged Man.

She could just about remember some of the people that were drunk and beating each other with chairs, but that was a story for another day.

Another fight happened, another fight finished, and Isabela found herself leaning against a nearby wall, heaving what felt to be a tired sigh. Glancing over, she noticed a young girl, an elf by the looks of things. Whilst she wasn't aiming her comments at anyone in particular, hopefully she would get a response from this one. She didn't know if she watched the fight too, however, the commentary was enough to strike up conversation.

       "Sad you know. I thought the one in red was going to win. Teaches me not to bet on the cocky ones, huh."

[mixtapepoetry-blog]

everdisagreeable​

❦ In The Unknown, Wirt had already seen his fair share of strange and disturbing things. Most of which he would rather forget. It wasn’t that he was scared or anything. He was a tough guy. Well, he liked to believe he was. However, what he had seen was just straight up gross most the time. And the whole concept of some of it brought chills down his spine. 

That was why here he wouldn’t be making any mistakes. He wasn’t gonna trust anywhere called Pottsfield. Nor was he gonna trust any talking animals or birds or anything of the sort. This time he would ask a reasonable looking human for help home. Not one with a stupid lantern. Just a normal, run-of-the-mill guy.

Ah-ha, there’s the ticket. Walking up to his new-found trustworthy person, Wirt tapped her arm. Once he had grabbed her attention he spoke.

“Um, excuse me mam’m...If I could just...get some directions out of here that would be really nice. Just point me to the nearest exit and I’ll be out of your way.”