#sturgis1

[nellfawley]

When: 31 October 1979 Where: Outside of Low Street #5  Who: Nell + @sturgispodmore​

“Whoa, hey, I barely recognized you,” Nell mused with an impressed grin, arms coming to cross her chest. “I take it you were actually invited to the biggest party of the year.” She could already hear it roaring.

[lucinda-talkalot]

⁕  WHO: Lucinda & @pcdmcre ⁕  WHERE: A muggle cafe in London ⁕  WHEN: October 24th, 1979

Lucinda had been trying her very best to keep her distance from Sturgis Podmore since he had been attacked. Perhaps it had been a mistake to have visited him in the hospital? Sturgis had been unaware of it, he had been incapacitated and she had only stayed for an hour before becoming so uncomfortable with her own emotions that she had gone home. Over the past month, Sturgis had been making it very difficult to avoid him. He wouldn’t stop owling her. Two of his letters had immediately ended up in the bin in her kitchen. She had been having a trying day when the most recent one came and her curiosity had betrayed her. It seemed that he wasn’t taking the hint and thought she must just be busy with work. She had scoffed, crumpling the letter in her hands before throwing it across the room in anger. Why did he have to be so nice to her all of the time?

She should have never encouraged the friendship in the first place. It had always been one she had been able to keep under wraps. Sturgis was already a fifth year when she had started playing quidditch. It was easy enough to avoid being seen with him around any of her “friends” or teammates. Now, she knew that it would be very bad for both of them if anyone caught wind of whatever they had. Lucinda had paced around her flat for an hour and a half before ultimately deciding to respond. She had invited him for coffee, deciding on a random muggle cafe she herself hadn’t even visited before. It seemed like a safe place and innocuous enough to where Sturgis wouldn’t question it. Lucinda considered inviting him to hers. It might’ve been possible but she hadn’t exactly been secretive about where she was living. She could only assume that the other death eaters were well aware of where they could find her.

Now, Lucinda sat in the tiny cafe, fidgeting nervously. Which she loathed. She was not the nervous type, she was impassive and unfeeling...cool, calm, collected. Nothing phased her. She was not the type of person who was used to kind, genuine people. They had always made her uncomfortable, nauseous even. She had come to the cafe today with the express purpose of telling Sturgis that she couldn’t be friends with him anymore but the longer she waited, the less that seemed like something she really, truly wanted to do. She stared miserably into her coffee, waiting, trying to strengthen her resolve.