#with: ted

[wiiitherings]

closed to @ofpulchraorsa

Fabian was tired-usually was after getting off work. It had been a double shift, and St Mungo’s was never actually quiet. It made the time pass quickly, but they were always drained at the end of a shift. Instead of back to their flat, however, they took the floo to the Leaky Cauldron, spotting Ted already at a table. “Sorry I’m late,” they said, sliding into the seat across from him and offering their friend the brightest smile they could muster. Exhausted they might be, seeing their friend was worth the longer day. “Please tell me you already ordered me a pint? I don’t want to get back up yet,” they said with a slight groan, their body protesting at the thought of moving any time soon.

[dci-daisy-blog]

The Quibbler headquarters looked like those listicles you saw about 'coolest offices' except on a smaller scale. The building was a former tobacco factory, and while the shell of the warehouse style building remained, everything inside was a hipster's wet dream. Natural light, modern furnishings, funky patterned wallpaper. There were reading nooks with cushioned floors and beanbag chairs, there was a gaming room with pool, an air hockey table and a couple of arcade machines, and some of the walls seemed to be made of leaves. Daisy deemed it utterly ridiculous, but then, she was also running on four hours' sleep.

You wouldn't know about her lack of sleep from looking at her. In spite of all the stress, the exhaustion, the irritation, Daisy was poised and sharp. When the assistant told Daisy she could go in, she thanked her with a nod, entering Ted Tonks' office with a muted smile. "Thank you for meeting with me," she said, extending her hand. "I'm DCI Daisy Hookum, London police." Of course, he knew who she was. That was how they'd arranged the meeting. But Daisy always thought it was best practice to introduce yourself and show your badge, even when the meeting was unofficial.

"My team and I are investigating the Order of the Phoenix. I understand you might have some information about them?"

@atted

[bethstoddard-blog]

UGH, why am I stuck with a bunch of babies?

La conexión con el chico rubio del clan Komorebi había sido establecida hace tan solo unos segundos, Elizabeth se encontraba en medio de la calle, observando a un grupo de muchachos que jugaban en la calle, haciendo bromas a los pequeños. -¿Por qué estás atrapado en medio de tanto infante?- repitió la pregunta del masculino, justo antes de comentarle su plan -Conozco una casa abandonada, en donde encerraré a estos niños por algunos minutos. Hay una leyenda sobre ese sitio, ya nunca se ha logrado vender... Cuenta la historia que un amoroso padre de familia perdió la cabeza mientras habitaba allí; asesinó a su mujer e hijos. Todos creen que su espíritu maligno ronda la casa.- le dedicó una sonrisa malvada al rubio justo antes de continuar -Eso les enseñará a esos traviesos a no meterse con los más pequeños. ¿Quieres ser espectador de la broma?- preguntó algo ansiosa. Consideraba una completa pena que Teddy no se hallara presente, la voz masculina hubiese ayudado en demasía a la jugarreta. -¡Vamos! Será divertido.- (@kxxpcalm)

[melinasandvoort-blog]

❝ looks like it’s time to rake the leaves… ❞

Alrededor de las 6 de la tarde Melina preparaba las bolsas con caramelos que pensaba compartir con los niños suecos que pasarían por el umbral de su puerta a pedir dulces. Hace tan solo unas horas había pasado por el mercado a comprar las golosinas, pero ahora de vuelta en casa preparaba unos pastelillos ella misma. No podía mantenerse quieta en su cocina, esperaba que su receta fuera más apreciada que las chucherías de fabricas. Al finalizar aquella actividad fue en busca de su disfraz de Maléfica, colocó los grandes cuernos negros sobre su cabeza y pronto esperó algo ansiosa sentada sobre el pórtico de su hogar, aguardando la llegada de los infantes. De pronto escuchó una voz masculina, notando la conexión que había establecido con el rubio del clan Komorebi, de seguro se trataba por la soledad que había creado la ausencia de su madre y su hermana Faria en su hogar, ya que ambas habían asistido a una fiesta de familiares cercanos. -Estoy demasiado exhausta para limpiar la entrada, mi trabajo exige demasiado de mi. Esperare que mi hermana lo haga a su regreso. A menos que tú desees hacerlo por nosotras.- le brindó una sonrisa juguetona, ya que sabía que era prácticamente imposible hacer tal cosa. -¿Celebras Halloween en tu país Teddy?- preguntó segundos antes de estirar la falda de su vestido negro -¿Te gusta mi atuendo?- cuestionó curiosa, había gastado una buena suma de dinero por el disfraz completo. (@kxxpcalm)

[andromedablackss]

sticks and stones | andromeda and ted | september 16th

Andromeda was late for class. Again. She'd spent her free period at the lake, smoking and avoiding everyone she seemed to run into lately all the time, and had realized too late that she had miscalculated time, and now she had to hurry. Her hair was a mess, the rain early had made it frizzy and incontrollable. She would have to go to the bathroom to fix it before class, which would make her even more late...

As she hurried up the steps towards the entrance of the school building, she tripped over her own feet and fell down, letting her books fall, and as she tried to avoid hitting the stairs head first by pushing her hands in front of her, she twisted her wrist. Pain shot through her like a knife, and she let out a small scream before letting herself fall on the stairs, holding her wrist. Great. She must be looking absolutely pathetic.

Slowly, she struggled into a sitting position and began to examine her wrist, her books and notes scrambled all over the stairs long forgotten. It didn't look too bad; the skin was bruised pretty much and it bled, but that wasn't what really hurt. There was something else, much deeper; her wrist was in a weird angle. Andromeda sighed and let out a small sob, half frustration and half pain, and hid her face behind her hair. She didn't even hear someone else approaching.