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GINNY:

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:   hogwarts grounds   ! 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄:   friday   !

FRED WEASLEY. 1993 - 2014. she followed the curves of the engraving with the featherlight touch of her fingertips, to which she had pressed the gentlest of kiss before even daring to touch. a lump had formed in ginny’s throat sometime since arrival, and seemed only to grow the longer that she stood there. by the time she had pulled her hand back from the cold stone of the fallen fifty memorial, she was forced to swallow thickly and blink a few times, rapidly, just to avoid what that rise of emotions in her chest would inevitably do to her. out here in public was simply not the place to fall apart - and fred would have mocked her endlessly for the fact that she had even come so close. this thought alone has the power to bring a RUEFUL sort of smile to her lips, the only kind that she can give -

it disappears completely when, after scanning the rest of the names written in stone, ginny’s gaze finds the one engraved largest at the start.

HARRY JAMES POTTER. 1996 - 2014. the boy who lived died. his is the only name with a horribly ironic epitaph ; and the ONLY one that she comes across with the hastily written graffiti scrawled beneath. something in ginny rises, and it is not the emotion that fred’s name had brought to the surface, but something far more vicious. WHITE HOT like a fireplace poker that had been resting too long within flame, she forgets formality, forgets that she is in public, forgets that she has an IMAGE ( and a wand ) - “bastards-“ she hisses, pushing red hair from her reddening face and beginning to scrub, furiously, with her sleeve- “UNGRATEFUL whelps. BASTARDS !”

Even after all these years, her beloved didn’t have a gravestone. After all, his body had never been found, so why should he get the same treatment as those who had? A sick feeling in the pit of her stomach always rose up when she wandered through the memorial. Every single bloody year. So many were dead, but she knew so many more were lost, never to be found again. And it hurt.

Had she expected someone to lash out in hurt and anguish? No, but someone was bound to. Someone else who had lost the love of their life - Ginny Weasley. As if it was instinct, she ran towards her to see what caused such an adverse reaction. It was too late, and she was vigorously scrubbing away at something that Esther couldn’t see. Yet she mustered a calm voice. It felt like yesterday when she had lost her own loved one. “Whatever they did, they deserve that anger towards them, but not over his grave.”

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MILLICENT:

location: outside of the great hall

    Millie didn’t care how people were staring at her as she leaned against the wall, watching people go in. She was hesitant to be here. She felt like an outsider despite the fact that she had been out there with many of her fellow former classmates. It came with being a former Slytherin, she supposed. People have this idea of who one is before they even do. She sighed and shook her head, deciding maybe this wasn’t the best idea. She pushed herself off the wall and was about to walk off to apparate when she bumped into someone. “Fuck.” She whispered under her breath as she looked up to apologize, not really realizing who it was exactly. “Excuse me, I wasn’t paying attention. I have to go.” 

Esther knew that feeling of sudden suffocation. Every time she saw these walls or walked on the stone, she was reminded of those days after the battle. She was allowed to go out Then, and it was destruction. In the end, she would walk around aimlessly, no longer in search. Even though the person had bumped into her, she was still calm. “Please.” It wasn’t begging or pleading, but the intention was still there. “We’d love to have you stay. Even for a few more minutes?”

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PANSY:

Time: Saturday evening, the feast

Pansy wasn’t sure she should be here. It felt wrong to be here, because she’d practically switched sides last minute. Not that she’d ever actually been a Death Eater, but her best friend had been and so had other friends’ parents. She was as close as a person could get without actually being related to one. Was her proximity a strike against her? Did her decision to fight against Voldemort outweigh that? She felt like she didn’t deserve to be here. She wasn’t a war hero, she just did what she felt was right in the moment. Would people question the fact that she was here? Because she’d run away to France (and then 7 other countries), this was the first time she was able to attend. And this was a memorial. She’d only lost one person in the battle, Crabbe, and despite his friendship with Draco, the two had never really been friends.

She almost hadn’t come. She had packed and repacked her bag 3 times before finally deciding that it would look worse if she didn’t go now that she was back in the country. So, here she was, sitting alone at one of the many tables in the Great Hall. Or, she was alone, until someone pulled out one of the chairs across from her. “Evening,” she said solemnly.

“Hello,” was Esther’s somber response. She didn’t dare let others be alone in this time of distress, but she wasn’t sure if it was out of the kindness of her heart or if it was because she couldn’t stand to be alone for too long. Perhaps both were the answer.

She hadn’t been at the Battle, so how would she know who had switched sides? She only cared that people showed up and supported one another. But she had lost so many friends and acquaintances. Even for the people she didn’t know, her heart went out to those they left behind. Everyone had a story and a coping mechanism, Esther included. She was always surrounded by Carter whether she liked it or not. Sometimes it was comforting, other times it stung. She could only imagine what others were going through - and so here she was.

“I figured you’d like some company?” Even if the words didn’t appear to be a question, her tone certainly made it out to be exactly that. Everyone was different, and she wanted to respect her decision to be alone, but the caring, compassionate person she was couldn’t let that happen without trying.

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RON:

[ location: weasley’s wizard wheezes, diagon alley ]

Ron was several pages deep into Which Broomstick?, attempting to justify in his mind a much belated birthday gift for himself. He had enough in savings but the broom he was considering was designed specifically for Quidditch. It’d be much more sensible to invest in something for everyday travel, with excellent cloaking capabilities. So busy was he weighing pros and cons, that he could not say with any certainty how long someone had been standing, staring, on the other side of the check-out counter. He looked up and caught a glimpse of them by mere chance. “Oh, ‘ello.” He set down the periodical and hopped off his stool. “What can I do for you?”

Albeit, it wasn’t for long. And, ironically, it was because she was short and needed help. Why was everything she needed on the top shelf? While her curiosity would typically get ahead of her mouth, this time it didn’t. While people appeared to live and breathe Quidditch, Esther only recognized teams and would support them - but only vague interest was given. Sports - muggle or wizard - weren’t her cup of tea. Him hopping off his stool sealed the deal. That man could reach the ceiling if he wanted to. If anything, it caught her off-guard. “I’d like some help, please. There’s a care guide on the top shelf that not even my wand can reach from down here. Is there any way you can grab it?”

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@riddikkulus​ / rolf // location: diagon alley seems to be a trend for me

She was already late to work - who would have known she’d be greeted by three needy balls of fluff, with one right on her face? She couldn’t take just one or two, they were so close in the store. Now she started to see the problem they posed. Her friend was right - they definitely developed these habits early. She was going to get her ears chewed off by the director, she was sure of it. But showing the reason why could calm some things. It was too late for that, though.

Did she expect to run straight into someone in her hast? No. Did she? Absolutely. And did she have to look up in shock at the person who was taller than her? It seemed to be a trend. Words left her mouth before she could even think them through. “Are you all right? Not hurt?” As if this five-foot witch could hurt someone simply by running into them. “I’m so sorry, didn’t see you there.” Her words were half-sentences, breaking only because of her rush. Did it have to happen now?

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@remcmbralls / location: diagon alley

She had only been watching the world for what felt like ten minutes. It had been far longer than that, but from her small point of view, it was nothing. Simply her at a table, her head resting in her hand.

From the corner of her eye, however, she saw someone move past with a clank of something falling to the ground. Was she the only one that noticed what had happened?

She left her spot to quickly pick up the lost item before it would eventually get lost in the crowd. Did she chase after the person, clutching the item in her hand? Most definitely. All the meanwhile trying to get their attention. “Excuse me? Excuse me!”

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GINNY:

if only she could put a pygmy puff into timeout. when this new hobby of his had first started a couple weeks ago, she’d tried ; but the concept was either lost on him completely, or…- well, as was more likely : arnold simply didn’t care. he wasn’t a baby anymore, after all. he’d been fully grown for a long while, now, and she’d been putting up with all the bad behaviors that fred & george hadn’t warned her about for almost as long.

no ; there was no real way to punish him for his little adventure, and as she got CLOSER, ginny didn’t much think that she wanted to, anyway. the closer she got to her wayward buddy, the more she felt her frustration at him leaving - overtaken as she was by the simple relief that he was alright. luckily for them BOTH, he seemed to have chosen someone good to hitch a ride with. “i’m really sorry,” she was panting a little bit, as she closed the distance between them, expression altogether apologetic. “i swear he isn’t usually such a bother.” he hated being called such a thing, and let out an angry little huff at her words - the kind that drew a rueful sort of look to him from ginny. “i don’t know what your point is, arnold - it’s exactly what you are.” 

As if he was any bother, to Esther at least. To his owner? It was very possible. But it was extremely evident that he could understand far more than he could express. Or maybe it was Esther’s lack of understanding animals. But this was a magical creature! Anything was possible.

Yet this whole interaction put a smile on her face. It was like a mother and son arguing right in front of her. “It’s no worries, just glad he’s alright.” Wouldn’t want to imagine if he had missed.... He was safe now and was bound to cause more chaos in the hands of his owner. But her words puzzled her, and she couldn’t help but ask. “This doesn’t seem like the first time he’s done this.” Now she addressed the puff before handing him back carefully. “You may not be a bother, but you are mighty mischievous.”

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ASTORIA:

LOCATION: just outside the ministry’s visitors entrance !

MAKE NO MISTAKE, ministry work was almost always tedious && strenuous. when there weren’t people to actively obliviate, there were the mountains of paperwork astoria had to go through for each person whose memories she erased or altered. despite all, there were acceptable, all right days, where she wasn’t too overhwelmed with it all - and then there was today. – no less than thirteen muggles had been brought in, most of whom had accidentally witnessed a game of quidditch while hiking. three, however, had been attacked, by god knows who. the ministry had ruled it as a prank that some teenagers had pulled on the muggles, eager to have astoria obliviate them and get them off their hands - but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t ignore the uneasy feeling that grew in the pit of her stomach. the unwelcome suspicion that there might be more behind it than just a simple prank.

BUT WHAT WAS she supposed to do ? astoria did as she was told, erased and falsified the people’s memories and kept her mouth shut, waiting for the welcome sound of the bell on her desk, indicating that her lunch break had started. she hurried through the many halls and hallways, not eager to strike up a conversation with one of her colleagues. which is why she decided to take the visitor’s exit instead of one of the fireplaces. she was yearning for a smoke, and a walk through london might clear her head. who knows, maybe she’d even stop by the leaky cauldron for a spot of lunch. head still in the clouds, astoria swiftly flung open the door to the phone box as soon as it had reached its destination - and promptly almost hit someone in the face with it. “ oh, merlin - are you alright ? “

A sharp intake of breath and a hand brought up to the face was Esther’s only defense. Magic didn’t even come up as an option in her mind. Maybe it was the seven long years she had spent in her Muggle apartment away from it all. Ultimately, who knows? But that door had come far too fast - faster than she remembered it ever being when she worked there.

Now that she needed to get boring old paperwork done, she had to use the guest's entrance. Even so, it felt strange, so foreign. Was it really only two years ago she sent in that notice and finished her last day? Lost in her memories, she did not expect someone to come out of it, especially with such force. 

She took her hand away, but the shock was still evident on her face. Nothing hurt - but the shock was enough. It was like a child that had fallen down - it didn’t hurt, but they didn’t expect it to happen. Her voice came only shortly after. “Yeah, I’m alright. Just, be careful, will you?”

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Have you cried yet? For Eliot? Fen, I’m only gonna say this once. Me joining your sad face therapy party is dumb.

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@blondsnake / location: diagon alley’s apothecary because i’m unoriginal!!! shocker

Esther was the kind of girl who liked to keep things on the down-low. The fact that her potions ended up below subpar was one that she wanted to keep a secret. So, naturally, she came to the apothecary in need of something. As she tended to do.

Even though she had been there hundreds of times (it might as well be that number), the presence of one employee shocked her. Despite the few years difference, she felt like she recognized him. Then again, so did a lot of people around here - most likely to do with the fact that Hogwarts had a lot of students.

After getting her order, she played her cards. What did she have to lose? “Why do I get the feeling something’s different about you? Haircut, new tattoo, or something?”

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@hcnnchabbott​ / location: hannah’s london flat

Today was the day she had been waiting for, and Esther was more than just a ball of nerves. They told her that they’d call back today, and it’s entirely possible that she didn’t get the role. But she wanted her friend by her when she got it. Did she consider Hannah her friend? After these years, absolutely, undoubtedly. When she didn’t know what to do or where to go, she trusted Hannah to guide her on the right path. She hoped that the reverse could be the same, even sometimes.

Even so, Esther was always pretending she felt differently - her facade was one of the reasons acting came to naturally now. Pretending to be calm and relaxed was difficult in these times, especially when it came to a role that she had put too much thought into.

Yet, here she was, knocking on the door to Hannah’s flat, hoping that she didn’t physically look like her mental state.

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GINNY:

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:   diagon alley   !

her attention had only wandered for a moment. honest! ginny had LONG perfected the art of getting in & out of diagon alley quickly and without distraction ( she supposed a loss of the childhood wonder that had once filled her up when waking these cobbled streets was a part of growing up ), but she wasn’t IMMUNE to the enraging effect of capitalism. she had stopped dead in her tracks all to quietly bemoan the fact that the apothecary was now charging ten knuts a scoop of beetle eyes ( a 50% markup! ) when arnold had done what he was doing a lot, these days ; hopping from his place upon her shoulder into a passerby’s hood.

it took little more than a beat for ginny to realize what the lack of his steady weight in his usual spot meant - but that was PLENTY of time for them to carry on into the crowd, and ginny suddenly rushed so as not to be left behind. “sorry- sorry-” she stepped on an elderly wizards toe and grimaced in sympathy along with him, but didn’t stop to chat, “excuse me- sorry-” continuing, instead, to PUSH her way along the busy alley. arnold’s purple fur was a homing beacon if ever there was one, and thank merlin there was a break up ahead ( a bubble of space along the alley that they entered at the same time ). ginny didn’t take into account that it was almost a little rude to YELL at someone, even if it was to get their attention ; she just did, “hey!”

She was there for one thing and one thing only, Esther told herself. It wasn’t time to get distracted by trinkets and laughter radiating from someone close by. So, of course, she paid no mind to the little creature that decided to jump into her robe’s hood. He was so small, she couldn’t really feel him. But she could hear the voice of someone. That couldn’t be mistaken.

So she stopped and turned around, nearly flinging the poor guy out of her hood in the process. That’s when she felt the Pygmy puff moving around in his hiding spot. What a ride for the little guy! She gently took him out of her hood, cupping him in her hands, unable to resist cooing at him. Honestly, who could resist the fluffball? “Where’d you come from, lil buddy? Who’s looking for you?”

Then she realized the voice was yelling at her. She looked up in the direction it had been and found someone who had stopped amidst the crowd. It wasn’t someone she necessarily recognized, at least not at the moment. Perhaps that time would come, but the look on her face confirmed that she had to be the owner. In return, she yelled back. “Don’t worry, I’ve got ‘em!”

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⧼   cierra ramirez, cis female, she/her/hers   /   don’t start now by dua lipa + new book excitement, watching the sunrise, when you realize you’re in love.   ⧽   ━━  hey, isn’t that ESTHER NUÑEZ? i read a daily prophet article on her, once ; the TWENTY-FIVE year old half-blood WITCH is a RAVENCLAW alumnus who has gone on to be a UP AND COMING WIZARDING WORLD ACTRESS. i’ve heard she can be quite CALM & HOPEFUL, but i don’t know… she came off very HEADSTRONG & ALOOF in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it?  [ ander, nineteen, mst/pdt, he/him/his! ] 

Basics (since she’s an OC):

She was born and raised in southern England, but her parents were prone to traveling back to their home countries. She would go along with them before school started. She hasn’t been back to her mother’s home in Mexico since.

Her mother is a Muggle, and her father was a wizard. He never told his wife and was forced to leave - reason unknown to her - when Esther was young.

She has an older brother that she lovingly calls “Danny.” 

In some ways, she was the stereotype of Ravenclaw. In others, definitely not.

She had a natural affinity for charms and transfiguration yet she had an appreciation for the arts. She was sure she couldn’t do any of it, instead focusing on history and technique, but look at her now.

She was once a Ministry worker, but her acting career somehow came first. It’s been that way for two years now. In between acting gigs, she takes odd jobs. It works for now. But for how long?

She once fell in love easily but will never admit it. Her headstrong and aloof self will never tell that to anyone. Her romantic partners throughout the years before Carter have seen this.

She gave her heart to her then-fiance, and it’s still with him despite him dying in the Battle. So, she still might refer to Carter.

In the past six years, she’s been trying to balance work with a social life. It’s not working so well. She’s extremely work and reputation oriented. It’s better than thinking about the family she lost.

Going into the Muggle world and returning to her mother tempted her after the Battle. Ultimately, she knew her place was to help rebuild the world she called home.

She’s heard the rumors that have been going around about Bellatrix, but she frankly believes they’re crazy. It can’t be real. She doesn’t want to think about it happening.

What do I think her future will hold?

Craziness. She wants a normal life but stardom may come her way. How can she juggle both?

Pain! It may be just my opinion, but I love angst. Drag her through anything, and I will laugh gleefully. 

Possible plots/connections

Friends. She’s bound to have made some throughout the years - whether it’s through school or in her various careers.

Coworkers. Whether it was in the past at the Ministry or fellow actors/producers/set members. All are welcome!

Enemies. She can be very brash, so she’s bound to have someone who takes her attitude the wrong way. Plus, not everyone can be civil with each other, right?

Old romance. She hasn’t been in a relationship since the Battle. She still hasn’t been able to heal. Nevermind that she still wears the ring. She’s still had her fair share of relationships when she was younger, before she fell head over heels in love with Carter. Give us some awkwardness!

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