#terry001

[themadisynhuang]

≈ meadowview farm. with @hairpintvrns  ( terry )

This had been four days in a row now. Madisyn watched the stranger from her place on the porch of the farmhouse, hot coffee warming her hands in the uncomfortable morning chill. Illinois was not as kind in the fall as it had been in the summer, that was for sure. She made a mental note to order herself a thicker bathrobe, the thin satin kimono-style one currently draped over her frame not doing much to retain body heat. 

Still, she’d sacrifice a bit of warmth if it meant she could finally capture proof that she was being stalked.

She had no idea what the person was up to, stalking the grounds of the farm, on the edges near the trees, staring up at the miserable gray sky as if there was something so interesting up there. Maybe for security cameras, Madi thought, taking a sip of her drink. Maybe they were looking for a way to get to the poor, defenseless llamas. 

Or the poor, defenseless influencer who lived alone in an isolated farmhouse in the middle of nowhere. God, they were probably aware of Madi staring them down, and were going to wait until she turned around to go inside and get ready for the day to strike. 

It’d be like Kim Kardashian in Paris all over again.

With that scary thought lodged in her mind, Madi ventured to the edge of the steps of the porch, leaning out so they would hear her as she yelled across the ground, causing a few birds to scatter from the trees at the sudden interruption of the silence.

“Hey! What the hell are you doing on my farm?!” 

[themagdalenaotiende]

> The Mango Tree. For @hairpintvrns

Despite the smallness of the town, Magdalena had not been granted enough free time to explore all of what it had to offer. Tucked among the big chains she had grown accustomed to seeing in larger cities were boutique shops and restaurants, settling on The Mango Tree to meet up with her long-time friend.

"Katharine!" She greeted with a grin, standing up as they approached the table Magda had been seated at moments prior. "Mein Liebling! How are you? This town looks like it's been treating you well!"

[pcdma-blog]

@terrybootus​

Discovering that she was Terry’s secret cupid had made Padma very, very happy. While they’d both been Ravenclaws and South Asian, she and Terry weren’t the sort to talk to each other very often. Instead, they enjoyed a quiet, friendly bond; she’d been so glad to see Terry around the few times it had happened after the war.

They had, it seemed, gone into the same occupation, though Padma rarely saw Terry around at the monthly Potioneers meetings. When she’d checked the list, she’d discovered that he’d been on the waitlist for a while. Padma resolved to do something about it that Valentine’s week, vouching loudly for her friend’s skill, resourcefulness, and sheer enthusiasm. None of these were lies, and when the higher-ups heard about it, they quickly granted Padma’s request.

Padma wanted to do more than that for Terry, however, and she decided to send some of her precious ingredients over. She’d wanted someone to give them to for a while now, and she knew the place where Terry worked often had orders for Polyjuice potion. 

In an envelope, Padma enclosed some fluxweed picked at the full moon, and a handful lacewing flies she’d left stewing for three weeks in a small glass container. Along with this, she sent the letter of his acceptance to the Extraordinary Society of Potioneers, stamped with the official seal. 

Mr. Boot,

We at the Extraordinary Society of Potioneers are excited to welcome you as one of this year’s new members. Upon the recommendation of one of our officers, we looked at your portfolio of work and your background and discovered that you were amply qualified for membership. 

Please drop by our offices to pick up your badge, certificate, and the schedule of our meetings and conferences.

Congratulations!

Ambrose Cadwallader, Chief Potioneer