Unfinished Era Starters

[belleofselwyn]

Being raised in a muggle city had shaped Annabelle in many ways growing up. She’d helped her father unload and unpack the boxes of books and other items that were sold at the shop by hand for most of her life. Not that she didn’t know about magic, but her father didn’t want any to draw any attention from the Wizarding authorities. When it came to moving her things from her 1978 Renault 5 to her new flat, she did carry a few fragile odds and ends by hand, but used her wand to move the rest. As she carried a box of keepsakes from her car, towards the front of the rental, Annabelle didn’t remember to step over the uneven spot on the sidewalk and proceeded to send things crashing to the ground. “Merde!” Her antique tea set shattered on the cement, the shards biting at her exposed ankles. She winced, crouching down to collect her things from among the broken pieces of ceramic. The girl could hear footsteps coming down the walk, but she didn’t look up. “Sorry, I’ll be out of the way in a moment. Careful where you step.”

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[charitybvrbage]

This was not going to end well. Her mind had been racing at considerable speed leading up to that moment, but this thought had been the one that prevailed above all others. A rare admission from the witch, who was, under most circumstances, endlessly hopeful and optimistic. The particulars of the events that would unfold in the hours to follow were still unknown, but Charity was certain this evening was going to be an eventful one. She had spent the better part of the last two days berating herself for willingly agreeing to partake in… whatever this farce was going to be. Still, despite her immense reservations, she was a woman of her word, determined to see her commitments through, albeit begrudgingly so. 

Dressed in attire that she would have preferred stay within the confines of her wardrobe, Charity smoothed the sides of her gown, letting out a sharp breath as her fingers ran across the delicate fabric. With any luck, this encounter would be quick and relatively painful. This is what she told herself, even though every fibre of her being was entirely inclined to believe otherwise. A girl can dream, can’t she? Willing herself forward as gracefully as she could manage, she gradually made her way through the crowds near the entrance of the room, her eyes encountering the presence of her intended company for the evening. Charity was in no immediate rush to initiate their conversation, but she eventually arrived to their vicinity, knowing she could not prolong this moment any longer. “Look, the sooner we start this, the sooner it ends, and the both of us can be on our merry way. Shall we?” 

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[smadfoots]

“People need to learn to tip better.” Sirius grumbled as he counted the money his previous customer had left him. “How may I help you.” he said to the unsuspecting person who was walking towards him, letting his bad mood reflect in his words even though the other had done nothing to piss him off – yet.

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(He’s a mechanic during the day and bartender at night so pick one!)

[hugoshuggles]

Hugo looked rather upset as he walked out of Magical Menagerie after yet another talk with the owner, and into the crowded streets of Diagon Alley. “Hello, good morning! Would you sign this petition?” Hugo asked hopefully to the first person who he came across. “I have been trying to get the store owners to make the store environment nicer for the animals in there, you know – make the place more spacious and livable. They just never listen. Someone has to do something!”

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[elainahalevyx]

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With her given last name, Andromeda got a lot of invitations to various events. Of course, at all times she had to work, she’d have said as a little slave, but then she didn’t want to think badly regarding her future employment. Andromeda simply did what she was told, hoping that all the work she put in, all the blood and the tears that got her through the last year will finally mean they would officially take her in. After all, she was a Black, that name still belonged to her even though there were complications regarding it. People didn’t need to know. 

After another was barked at her, well more like angrily whispered, she moved through the crowd with flushed cheeks, trying to find the person they were looking for. That won’t work. She thought to herself as she spotted a face, she hoped might help her. “Excuse me, I apologize for interrupting but have you seen Mr. Minchum?” It will be her head on the line if she doesn’t find him. 

[stcfcn]

’Is that blood?’ He looked down at his shirt at the bartender’s words, only then catching the blood stain on his sleeve before looking up and shrugging his shoulders. “This isn’t my blood.” he tried to explain, only to have the other gawk at him in shock and fear. Granted, he should have worded that better. With his reputation and his family’s, it wasn’t surprising to see someone assume the worst, except he had a long day and he really needed that drink. “I am a healer, stuff happens at work. Now can you stop your dramatics and get me my drink?”

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[notyourdollygreengrass]

When Dolena Greengrass had started at the Ministry years ago, she did it out of spite. Her father had planned on her joining his law practice, but Dolena had other ideas. Any other idea, to be specific. An entry level job at the ministry opened and she applied. Since, she had found her niche. The pureblood had been working as a genealogist for over four years and loved the chaotic order of it. It was solitary, useful, and the content was filled with more drama than a Christmas Gala. It was often mess of names and dates that she had to make sense of. But wasn’t that what she was best at? Making chaos into order? Someone knocked on the frame of her office door, which was open. “Are you lost, dear?” It was an oddity when someone came to her office and normally because they’d gotten the directions to one of the record keepers wrong, “This is the genealogy office. All I have to offer is information on how messed up your ancestors were.”

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[littlestnott]

Gabrielle’s mother had insisted that a proper pureblood lady didn’t need a job, as she would be taken care of once she was married. In translation, that meant that the brunette was not allowed to work once she’d left Hogwarts. Instead, Gabby found herself frequenting cafes and bookstores just to get out of the house. And out of teas with her mother’s friends. She’d prefer the company of a good book to the gossiping women any day. Which was why she found herself, walking down Diagon Alley with her nose in a book and tea in her hand. Normally, the girl was much more conscious of the world around her when she was in public, but the book in her hands had her captivated, which was why she didn’t see that the person walking in front of her had stopped for one reason or another and she bumped into them, her tea falling to the ground as she yelped in surprise. Thankfully, her book stayed in her grasp as she stumbled. “I’m so sorry,” The teen flushed pink, checking to see if her tea had gotten on them during it’s fall. “Are you alright? I’m sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going.” She apologized profusely, a guilty expression on her features.

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[shipyoutomarsmckinnon]

“If one more person asks me if I’m okay, I’m going to hex them.” Marlene warned as she unceremoniously took a seat at the bar of the pub. The halfblood was still reeling from her brother’s death a month before and she was tired of the pitying looks and well meaning words. “It might be extreme, but it’d feel good.”

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