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[bishtheiress-kb]

Coffee

Chapter 1

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A beverage so beautiful, it's like an otherworldly elixir. To some it may be a strong dram from beans, a divine nectar so refreshing, pleasing and soul-healing to others.

Coffee. ☕

A hot drink made from the roasted and ground seeds (coffee beans) of a tropical shrub.

(First person pov)

My favourite thing about mornings like these. Hectic, bustling, lively even; Monday mornings. I had fallen in love with coffee ever since I had it for the first time. And ever since I found out one could make a living out of drinking, sharing and making coffee.... I knew I had found my purpose in life.

(Third person pov)

*Clink*

The shopkeeper's doorbell chimed. And in walked a brunette with flowing long wavy hair tied up in a loose, sleek ponytail. It was misty outside, the air of dawn time was cold and bleak, especially since it was the beginning of a new week, a new day.

Keeping her bags on the chair behind the counter, she proceeds to tighten her ponytail. Stretching and popping her knuckles, she sighs. It's gonna be a long morning. The best part of her day, is coffee. Her mornings started with with a strong one. Soon, it found its way into her routine, and to say the least, it had become a habit, a healthy addiction.

Turning on and scrolling through her phone, she brewed herself a cup of fresh coffee. The aroma of the beverage fills the room as the clock strikes six. It was time for work. The brunette flipped the craftsman's door sign.

Open.

Her ocean eyes scan outside the window panes, looking for possible customers. She has a pair of pretty blue eyes which shine with hope, love and contentment. They're bright, like a diamond ever so refractive, in a cave full of coal, dark and dull.

Blinking as she glances at the clock once again, going back inside to prepare for the day. She has great focus on what she does. Eyes so attentive and hands so skillful. It's like she has been doing this for years, her impressive actions amaze crowds. She must be a professional in her trade, a master dare I say.

*Chime*

In came the first patron of the day and she became busy attending to more as they arrived; sleepy, tired and restless all for one thing. Coffee. Her shop is not that popular, being built in a corner of the town. Nevertheless, more and more people come in. Usually regulars who trust her proficiency so much, they are willing to let her brew the first step of their day.

Laden with artificial flowers, with a vintage, academia vibe, the beautiful shop of hers is homey, comfortable and welcoming.Inside is a counter, tables and a mini library, woven chairs for outdoor seating and a dreamcatcher. Above all, a signboard, with a beautiful font.

It read, Sunrise Brews ✨

Followed by a name, the talented barista and owner of this humble establishment, of course.

Brooke.

[ladybellatricks]

Nothing Noticeable :: SILRP Starter

Bellatrix was seated in the window of Madam Puddifoot’s tea-shop, the smoky interior a pleasant and refined environment for watching the people go by. There were days when sitting alone in the Lestrange mansion left her feeling suffocated, the wait for evening and cloaked meetings stretching on far too long. It would begin to feel as if the marble fixtures and floors were rising up, closing in on her, the shadows playing tricks on her mind, dancing and taunting her endlessly. 

So she escaped to places like this, placing herself in the public eye, an intentional distraction, as she begged to be distracted. Today she sat framed by the window, as if the owners wished to say, “See who frequents our shop?” the young dark haired witch had plenty of glances sent her way as she took her afternoon tea. This wasn’t an unusual occurrence, but today it felt as if there were more than ever before. The Daily Prophet headlines practically dripped with blood in this new age, and confused children found themselves pressed close to their mother’s sides when they ventured out into public, tiny hands held in vice like grips as they walked through the streets. Bellatrix casually flitted back and forth between polite and refined smiles offered to her peers, and terrifying faces pulled at children when their parents weren’t looking. 

Setting her cup down and standing in one smooth motion, she left a polite tip for the timid witch clearing the tables, and exited the warm shop, entering the grey and muddy street. Stepping into the afternoon crowd, she heard her name float above the clamor, causing her to turn suspiciously, searching out the person to whom the voice belonged.

[wallaceetherson]

What’s In The Box?

Wallace looked down at the brown paper wrapped package. Packages weren’t exactly things he was used to receiving. Not like this. They weren’t like the ones Hallie would give to them around holidays or his birthday, a day which he wasn’t even sure if it was actually his day of birth. There was also the fact that Wallace didn’t exactly have a mailing address, which mean someone had just left it there. However, there wasn’t a clue to who could have left it. 

He checked the address on it once again, looking up to see he’d successfully found the street. The entire way to the other side of town he’d wondered what was in the box, his fingers itching to open it, but the note had said not to. $500 was more money than he’d ever had at once in his life. With $500 he wouldn’t have to worry about food for a while, and he could buy something nice for Eve and Hallie and maybe even Artemis if he could come up with something good. 

Once he got to the address he wasn’t sure if he was supposed to knock on the door, but he had no idea how to explain delivering a random package to someone. Instead, he simply set the box down before making his way back down to the side walk. 

[forty-fourr]

goodnight moon - jiwoo

before jiwoo goes to bed every night he prays. maybe if he does it long enough he can wake up from the nightmare that others call reality. in this realm people know of jiwoo but they don’t REALLY know him. he’s easily forgettable in this reality. he spends his lunchtime alone in the bathrooms, perched up on a seat of a toilet. he watches silently as other people greet their friends, gossip, do most things that typical people at this age do together. he does his homework on the roof but people never seem to notice his presence whenever they come up to make out, have sex, or smoke. reality for jiwoo is not being able to live with his mother because she’s a drug addict. he lives with his grandparents who think that he’s somewhat of an embodiment of a devil child since his parents had him out of wedlock. reality for jiwoo is his curfew on the weekends and having to go home so that his grandparents can do a drug test on him. more importantly to jiwoo...his reality is crushing on someone who barely even knows who he is. someone who he’d already made of a fool of himself in front of. 

in the world that jiwoo is praying for he can imagine him being happy. him being in a world that involved having both parents around–– his father not dying from a drug overdose. his parents would have been successful musicians like they had wanted to initially. he would’ve had better powers that he could use to show off with. jiwoo would actually have a group of friends and wouldn’t even need to concern himself with the drama of the people that were regarded so highly at the school. in this world he would eat lunch with his friends and hopefully with that person that had seen him be a fool before, he’d say that the whole act was cute. his family would love him. he wouldn’t spend his weekends in an attic, he’d have his own room that was bigger than his door room. his life would be better. 

jiwoo will keep praying and hopefully his wishes will eventually come true. 

[forty-fourr]

mirror - melody

melody stared at her reflection in the mirror and she didn’t like what she saw. a chubby girl, with love handles, rolls and all. her cheeks were puffy, bruises marred her skin––- she wasn’t beautiful like she was supposed to be. she was failing at the only thing that she was good at. a customer today had even mentioned something about her having put on weight.” the woman pinched her arm, stupid, stupid, stupid. why did she always fall victim to her vices? why hadn’t she just skipped out on the meal that she ate for lunch? ugly, fat, stupid, disgusting. the woman pinched harder until she bled, trembling with anger at herself for doing this. worthless, eyesore–– – all the words that her father had uttered to her, she was starting to see whenever she looked in her mirror. 

[magicalminerva]

Delinquent :: SILRP Starter

Minerva swept out of her office, the door swinging shut behind her seemingly of its own accord. “Thank you.” She nodded to it appreciatively. In Minerva’s experience, it was always best to be polite to the castle. A tapestry bag in one hand, and her wand in the other, she sighed with some relief, before heading towards the stairs. Humming quietly to herself she swept down the moving staircases with a practiced ease. With Dumbledore back in the building there was a significant weight lifted from her shoulders, and she moved with a lightness to her step that had been absent the past few months. 

Summer was well begun, and the absence of students from the halls heralded its proper arrival. As the dark haired witch stepped out of the cool stone of the great hall and into the sunlight, she squinted and smiled. There was work ahead of her, but it was work well worth doing. Looking over her shoulder, her smile faltered. The sun behind the castle cast it into deep shadow, and Minerva found herself staring, transfixed. She loved this building, all of its occupants and all of its ghosts; so why did she feel such relief leaving it behind? Drawing her gaze painfully away, she felt her feet carrying her down the gravel path and further into the heat of the day. 

Crossing into the liminal space that existed on the edge of the grounds, a snap heralded her apparating to freedom. As she re-appeared, a familiar voice greeted her. 

“Minerva, you’re late.” 

[missgreentelepath]

Open

M'gann hiccuped and giggled as she danced along the cave, bottle of bubbly moscato as a make shift microphone. The speaker system playing rather old country songs as she two stepped around, spinning herself. It had been a long day and the team was said to be on an over night mission. The song ended and a Shakira song began playing. Mgann's movements became more energetic, her hips swaying as her feet slipped around the floor. M'gann took another swig from the bottle before tripping over the couch, and falling to the ground as an eruption of laughter followed her mistake.

[ringleaderamory]

Alghoulish Sight || Hayden and Clare

“A gin martini with a twist, please” she said as she slipped into the seat of the bar stool. The bartender’s mouth was partway through asking her what she wanted before he was able to redirect and tell her it was coming up. Normally etiquette would deem that she waited for the server’s attention first before bulldozing right over him with er order but Clare had no intention of spending any longer in this dump than absolutely necessary. And she was hardly going to turn down the opportunity for a cocktail before she went to work. “Here you are, Miss Amory.” She took the alcohol and began to drink while he continued on. “The, uh, the... you know. They’re downstairs, in the back. Let me know when you’re ready to take a look.” Clare gave him a small, curt nod and went back to finishing her drink. As much as she wanted to speed this process up, she liked the rush of power that came with making people wait on her. 

She took a moment to glance around the room. The place was a dive if she ever saw one so it didn’t surprise her that some of the patrons were looking at her, she did stick out a bit. Still, she had the feeling she was being watched, like someone had their eye on her in that bar. It hardly concerned her. Frankly, Clare had nothing much to lose at the moment. Not to mention, she welcomed this mysterious whoever to follow her. She grabbed the bartender’s attention once more and they made their way to the door leading down to the bar’s basement. Word was there were monsters down there. Clare was merely concerned with identifying which ones. She could decide whether or not to extract them later. So really, following her would only be to this person’s detriment while helping Clare identify them. It seemed like a win-win to her. 

“Right down here,” he told her as he unlocked the door then handed her the key. “I’ll leave you to it. Just lock up when you’re done you’re, uh, analysis or examination or whatever it was you wanted to call it. Let me know if you can do anything about...” In the pause, a crash came from the basement. “That.”

Clare nodded as he walked away. She was hardly a monster fighter, she’d have to take precaution when trying to identify the beasts below. She placed her ear to the door, trying to listen for any calls or sounds that could give her more indication. Nothing but scratches and clattering. It could be a couple of large raccoons for all she knew based on that alone. She’d have to open the door and take a look. As many times as she’d encountered monsters, it didn’t stop her heart from pounding while she slipped the key into the lock. It didn’t help that she still had the distinct feeling she was being shadowed. Clare took a deep breath and tried to turn the handle but couldn’t bring herself to do it. Not yet. “Looking for something?” she asked without turning to see who was there, keeping her voice as steady as possible.