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[dierdra-jones]

Resting Eyes

The Three Broomsticks December 11, 2027 @teddyalupin​ 

Dierdra did not have to feign a lack of interest as she wandered Hogsmeade. Most of the people she saw didn’t mill around as much as she would have expected, breezing past her towards where the Expo was taking place. While the Firebolt Premier was the main reason why she had come, the Harpies decided to take the opportunity to get a head start on recruitment too. While Dierdra could argue that with their record, they couldn’t possibly need anymore publicity; there would be more than enough new graduates hoping to be recruited. But management didn’t want to take the risk of losing players to Caerphilly and as a previous Quidditch captain, Dierdra had been assumed to have a knack for picking out talent. 

That wasn’t how that worked, but if she could be left alone for the holiday season, fine. 

She wasn’t much of a day drinker, instead opting for an innocuous butterbeer as she was excused from her booth from handing out flyers to students, who didn’t care for flyers so much as her scribbled signature on the back. Her face was pressed into her palm, her eyes ready to roll into the back of her head. Dierdra wanted nothing more but to crawl into the room they had rented from the Three Broomsticks. 

“Can you just—polyjuice as me, and I’ll be back when the hour’s up?”

[julian-wood]

A Face In The Crowd

teddyalupin​:

Date: December 2, 2027 Location: Expo grounds

Teddy had been told they shouldn’t ever use their abilities to change their appearance beyond recognition in official Ministry capacities without strict approval due to the potential problems it could pose if people didn’t know there was a Ministry presence. They’d also bee discouraged from doing so in any situation which might conceivably become a Ministry concern. As far as Teddy could tell, that had meant anything public.

They followed the first half of that. Not so much the second. That’s why on the first day of the expo when Teddy had no obligations, they shortened their hair, pushed back their hairline, shifted the shape of their eyes and nose, and softened the angle of their jaw to a rounder shape. People who knew them well might see the glimpses of Teddy showing through, but most would look right past them. Teddy rather liked the days of anonymity. It was a time without responsibility.

It was for that reason that Teddy had no qualms smiling at someone they recognized and gesturing toward a display of cameras designed to hover at the front of a broom. “I get the idea, but I wonder if anyone told them you can just put a hover charm on a phone and take up less space.” They weren’t necessarily looking to continue the conversation, but if Teddy ended up with a walking companion out of it, they certainly wouldn’t be sad.

It was only the first day of the Expo, but Julian was already part of the crowd that had gathered in front of Spudmore’s display. If he bided his time, there would be much less of a line to test the Firebolt Premier. The Expo itself was two weeks long and the crowds were sure to thin later that week. While his own schedule was packed, he at least tried to be strategic about when the best time would be to get his ticket to ride a broom he could never afford. 

He certainly was just setting himself up for heartbreak, and as the thought flickered in his mind someone behind him had made a comment about the cameras. Julian hadn’t been paying attention to that.

“I suppose it depends on the cameras then, doesn’t it? I’m not sure if phone cameras have the same quality as… those.” Except Julian was sure that camera quality nowadays was pretty good, in the right hands. 

He remembered a conversation with Albus about how some of the magical world was designed to stay the way they were—even if they hadn’t been aware of the technological advances that had been coming. 

“That, or the Prophet just refuses to actually use phones. Probably something about how the film won’t develop right, or the charms that make the pictures move won’t work.”

[coeur-victorieux]

Families Look Different

Victoire smiled softly at the clock above her stove as it ticked ever closer to 5 o’clock. 5 o’clock on a Tuesday night meant her little girl was almost home with Teddy in tow, it meant her little Alaina would be home and snuggled up in her bed down the hall until Friday when she’d head back over to her father’s after school. Sometimes it still surprised her just how easily she and Teddy had settled into the routine with their baby. She had assumed it would take some getting used to, maybe a few pokes and reminders on either side but as they’d always been in certain aspects, Victoire and Teddy had been pretty in sync when it came to Alaina. She gave her wand another wave as she tossed some vegetables about in a skillet, plates, utensils and napkins lifting from their various places in the kitchen to the table nestled cozily into the corner. She glanced down and to the side for a moment as she studied the phone sitting on the counter. She knew how to use it, Teddy had helped her a bit at first though she had eventually told them that she’d be fine figuring it out on her own, which she had. Victoire’s problem, like so many other wix on the fence about muggle integration, was that she didn’t like or want to use it if she didn’t have to.

But Alaina was surrounded by muggle technology at Teddy’s, she’d even tried to teach her mother how to use the phone one night before bed, which meant Victoire needed to be able to at least keep up with both of them. She shook her head a bit, setting the spatula down for a moment to pick up the phone and send Teddy a reminder message that they didn’t need to knock when they got there, the open door policy ever in effect for them. She was glad that Teddy felt welcomed enough to just stroll right in, but depending on how much of their attention Alaina had, there was always a chance Teddy’d knock.

[rockylittleone]

💲 and ✿

💲 What is your muse like with their money? What’s their financial situation?

Honestly pretty solid. Roxanne has had a long time to adjust to the inner workings of her dad’s business, and--once she was old enough--her own. She’s had plenty of help, been bailed out of a bad situation once or twice, but every mistake was a lesson learned. Her biggest financial pitfall is buying extortionately priced rare books. 

✿  What is your muse’s favourite scent?

Freshly baked bread. So many attempts have been made to make it herself, all to no avail. It’s a lot harder than it looks on TV. 

[dierdra-jones]

Dancing Shoes

@teddyalupin​

Teddy was surprised the witch wasn’t going for another one, but they sipped theirs with a simple shrug at the comment about a more fun drink. That was probably true. They were sure that on the right tray, team-themed cocktails were probably wandering around. Teddy didn’t mind a slow start, though. “I’ll build my way up.”

Because they were glancing around as she talked about her night, Teddy missed the look that came before her question, but they turned to her, blinking in surprise. “I suppose that would depend on if you’re someone I can trust to bring it back. I can hardly trust a stranger to go running off with my clothes in the middle of a gala, after all. People might talk.” They grinned, although it hadn’t been the greatest of jokes.

“Teddy Lupin,” they said. “If we’re talking clothing swaps, no harm in telling you that, although I do apologize if you were hoping to keep your secret for the night.” She might have been Dierdra Jones, they realized through the mask, but it was better to learn for sure than to make assumptions. If she was a Quidditch player, though, her boldness on tonight of all nights would more than make sense.

“That’s probably wise,” Dierdra conceded. “This isn’t an afterparty—though with the number of people they’ve invited I’m willing to bet someone’s going to start a team chant before midnight!”

The event wasn’t Diagon Alley post-League match, with the street crowded in colors of the team victorious. She wasn’t so sure if there were anyone here who were so brazen as to light something on fire for their team, though she would be lying to herself if she said she wasn’t going to be entertained.

Her guard had dropped upon the reveal, her shoulders sinking slightly in relief, though Teddy still didn’t quite feel like Teddy. The metamorphmagus in him worked its wonders, though Dierdra wondered briefly if anyone really knew what they looked like.

Dierdra snorted; she had thought her ensemble obvious enough that it was easy to figure out who she was. She gestured to the dress and waved the wing-shaped clutch. Their idea had come across as a joke, but the idea of a swap was kind of exciting.

“Come on, man—take a fucking guess! If you guess right, maybe I will let you swap—but if you guess wrong, I’m hexing that dress off you, and—” Her head lolled playfully from side to side, her cascading hair following the movement in waves. She sang the rest in a high pitched tone. “—that’s not going to work out well for the both of us, will it?”