#vv:starter

[justremuslupin]

Remus was tired; exhausted, really, if he were to be honest. For once, it wasn’t about the full moon being near either, it was just him working hard and causing it on his own. Which, really probably wasn’t surprising for anyone who knew the boy, anyway. He’d spent half the night writing, and had woken up early to run some errands and now all he could feel was the exhaustion setting in, causing his shoulders to fall and a headache to form.

Which, was why Remus had decided to go on a walk to a nearby park to try and get some fresh air. A walk would do him some good, and it would keep him from going back into the spiral of notebooks that had piled up on his desk. He’d arrived there, and began walking, going along the path and just taking a deep breath as he allowed himself a moment to get out of his head.

He’d closed his eyes for what felt like only a moment, and then suddenly he was crashing into someone, stumbling and quickly reaching out for whoever it was that he’d crashed into to keep them from falling. “Sorry,” He stated out quickly, eyes flying open to see who exactly he’d managed to crash into this time.

[xfortescue]

It had been a grueling day at work. 

       The kind of day where she sought out paperwork just as a reprieve from the other tasks at hand. There was something about organizing those stacks of paper and being able to put them away once they were fully finished. It was a sense of accomplishment that helped to keep some of the more mundane tasks intriguing. Lately it had begun to feel as if she hadn’t been home in days. That dear Lady, her precious cat, had been alone in her flat for days. It had crossed her mind several times in the past few days that she might invest in an office cot to catch up on some of the sleep she had missed. Which is why the cool open air was such a welcome sting against her cheeks. 

         Alice walked slowly down the street, eyes trailing up to the surrounding trees, watching for the change edges of the leaves. That was one bright spot in her day. She could say with certainty that autumn was her favorite time of year. It was just the right temperature to pull on a jumper and sit with cold hands wrapped around a warm cup of hot chocolate. Alice continues down the street, looking for the familiar sign of the ‘Hog’s Head’. She slipped a strand of black hair behind her hair, tugging her mustard scarf closer, hands burrowed in her jacket pockets. She crossed the threshold for the bar and headed for an open seat. 

        “ Can I get a glass of Firewhiskey please ? ” She asked the bartender. Alice let the weight begin to roll off her shoulders as she settled into her seat. She took the glass into her hand, taking a healthy sip. “That’s exactly what I needed.”

[mxrlsmck]

"muggle music or not—  that freddie mercury fella is definitely one of us. have you not heard his voice or seen the way he moves, talk about magical” she had just spent the better part of the last two months away investigating disappearances in northern scotland on behalf of the order but for those not apart of the exclusive private group she had the story in place that marlene and her brother had been away visiting family. 

she was yet to report back into the order or let anyone know she was back from her trip as of yet but in true marlene mckinnon fashion she had managed to get herself distracted by a muggle magazine she purchased before dropping by diagon alley for a quick drink and potion supply shopping.

[edgarpuffbones]

The worst part of Edgar’s job was, by far, the paperwork. It wasn’t the occasional bruises or bang-ups, and it certainly wasn’t the adrenaline-filled chases. If anything, those were the moments he lived for. But he did not live for bureaucratic red tape, even though it seemed as inescapable as the sunrise that came too early every morning. Today was a paperwork day-- a long overdue paperwork day. He had a mountain of case files on his desk that he needed to document, sort, and file-- all while trying not to fall asleep from the mind-numbing tedium of it.

To keep himself a little more alert, he decided to take his break outside today. Right across from the Ministry of Magic there was a small grassy area with a few benches and a fountain-- barely enough for a duck to play in-- that he liked to frequent. He settled onto a well-worn wooden bench underneath an even more well-worn looking tree, and breathed out deeply. There was something about grass and sunshine that just melted the stress away. He opened his sack lunch that he had brought with him. Most people might have been disappointed by it, but then, Edgar wasn’t most people. It was a burrito that he had picked up from a street vendor early that morning, along with a can of diet coke. The important thing was that he was hungry, and it would do. Besides, it was only a little bit soggy. He took a bite, and then raised his eyebrows at the figure walking towards him. “I didn’t expect to see you out here. I’m not in trouble, am I?”

[peterpettishrew]

Peter had been away for awhile. 

        He had been sent off near Northern Ireland to rid some muggles of their memories. Something had happened with a train up there and they had seen a few wizards pull out their wands. It had been a short trip, but long enough to feel out of place on the cobblestone street. Peter shrugged his jacket closer, the cool wind brushing against his cheek. The last time he had been here the sky had been ablaze, and the air filled with the mixture of laughter and screams. If he stood too long in one spot he could still hear them. He rubbed the back of his neck with a measured exhale of breath. It was stressful. The tension between war and normalcy hung taunt in the air, Peter was just waiting for something to break. 

       Peter found a frown on his lips, the carving for the sweet shoppe on his mind. He made a sharp left instead of the right he had originally intended. Head down, watching the breaks in the sidewalk underneath his feet. Peter looked up, catching his gaze was another patron on the street. With an uncharacteristic boldness he lifted his hand to wave. There was an ache in the center of his chest the inflamed with a sharp pang. “ Mmmm-might I be able to treat you to a chocolate frog ? ” His voice softer than most, with a sheepish smile he pointed toward the direction he was headed. 

[plscore-blog]

coraline stumbled through the throngs of people, a sour expression on her face. she was incredibly drunk and quite annoyed that she had even come to the event in the first place. she had convinced herself that there would be lots of booze, so it would be worth it. and here she had come, getting drunk off her face. her head was dizzy as she made her way to find a bench she could sit on, before puking up onto the grass. 

“fucking, fuck, fuck.” she cursed, deciding to lay out on the bench and look up at the glittering sky. when someone went to ask if they could sit next to her, she snapped at them and even pulled her wand out. “leave me the fuck alone!” she screeched like a banshee, drawing the eyes of passerbyers and some that just scurried on past faster. 

she had been a fool for even attending this event without someone. alexander hadn’t wanted to come, and she didn’t want to ask walden. (she just didn’t want to burden him some more as her babysitter. she had a heart sometimes.) she put an arm over her eyes, letting out a sigh. she should just probably head back to the nott’s residence.

[vanitiies-blog]

“Minister Minchum?!” It was late at night, and Emma was fairly inebriated, but she was sure she’d seen it correctly — the Minister of Magic was snogging some girl who was definitely not his wife. She was walking home through Carkitt Market after getting a few drinks earlier and had stumbled upon the scene, staying carefully along the corner to spy. Ever the curious type, Emma wanted to know who the girl was — if only so she could have the blackmail evidence for later. A noise came out of the street nearby, and the pair looked up, exactly in her direction. Whipping her face back at lightning speed, she turned around to the route she’d come from, nearly colliding with someone behind her.  

“Merlin’s saggy ballsack!” She immediately called out, brows furrowing into a frown. “Can you watch out? I was literally just standing here.”

[fromthelilypad]

It was days like this that made Lily question why she ever wore heels. She had planned to spend the day in the office compiling her notes and starting to draft her latest story. As soon as she had brewed her coffee and sat down at her desk to write, one of her more unreliable sources had sent her an owl describing suspicious activity in Diagon Ally. 

Lily had left the office and apparated to The Leaky right away. She quickly identified her suspect at a tiny little cafe and started following him. He kept choosing cobblestone paths on the older side of the neighborhood which made Lily’s heels stick in the cracks. “Honestly,” she thought to herself, “Why hasn’t someone solved this problem with magic already?” 

Lily was never very good at configuring shoes without making them too small for her feet. And anyways, she didn’t have time if she wanted to stay on her suspect’s trail. She quickly slid her heels off, shrunk them, and stuck them in her pocket. Her suspect had turned a corner, and when Lily followed she was a little too close. The wizard must have been spooked because he threw something in the trash and ran off. 

Lily approached the trash can and started digging inside it to try and find what the stranger had dropped. She was so focused she didn’t hear footsteps coming until she could see shoes out of the corner of her eye. “Oh....” she said, a bit breathlessly, “Uh...” she glanced down at her own bare feet, then to the trash can where her hand still was, and then back up to finally make eye contact, “I promise, this isn’t what it looks like...” she finished, standing up straight and removing her hand from the trash can.