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who: open to all attending the flint & vanity wedding where: wedding venue (vanity & flint) when: sometime during the reception

This wasn't her world, not a place she belonged and yet the invitation had reached her all the same. Her parents had insisted she attend. Despite everything, their views, they still felt a need to uphold traditions to some degree. It had certainly caused a level of discomfort words could not fully capture. Determined to not let her difference in opinion show the witch had managed to make it through the ceremony, had even mingled as far as one could do that when in a room filled with those who'd rather not share the same air as the auror.

A sigh escaped, having been held back far too long by then. For a while Hestia had been hiding behind the buffet table, assured that food would distract. Then a cough to her left, interrupting her crowd gazing. "I apologize, I am feeling a little bit out of place." With that she stepped back, hoping to have things be left at that.

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Rita chuckled, head turning toward Farid with a clear grin on her lips as before her attention went back to the crowd. No use in missing out on potential interesting little events. "It better, else I'll be endlessly disappointed and only Merlin knows what I'll do then." Probably make some poor fool pay for it simply by smearing their image instead.

Playfully she bumped her shoulder against his. "Do you think they'll figure it out?" No, that was unlikely. "We get to have fun at a wedding and they'll get to see the reality of their choices. It only seems fair, doesn't it?" - @faridxshafiq

who: rita skeeter ( @fcrox ) when: flint wedding

Farid spotted Rita, one with work always on the mind, that he found himself taking strides in her direction. They were working on a masterpiece that would be soon revealed to the city. He plucked up two drinks of champagne from a passing server, holding one out to her. "Let's see if what we have planned gives us what we need." A devious smirk on his features.

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Wedding invites were delivered by owl by the minute it seemed. The year had proven to be one of many unions, both good and bad, big and small. Some occasions seemed more interesting than others. Yet again, the list of those only attended for the sake of it was growing larger. This, she didn't mind as much. As shallow as it may have been, perhaps there was a deeper meaning in mingling with all those lesser than them simply for the sake of cover. Estelle couldn't help the smirk that seemed to linger within the corner of her lips at the mere thought of it. They were beneath them, yet such useful little fools.

"Needed a bit of fresh air?" The witch glanced over at the younger Lestrange. "I can't blame you, but do see the use in it, hm?" There was always a use. "They think it's all fun. Let them be oblivious." Estelle held nothing but respect for the wizard. Never would she have dared to allow herself a tone to suggest anything but jesting when it came to other. If the choice was given she'd have preferred less oddities around. - @r-lestrcnge

Open starter: 1x wedding thread per RPer, please! (but feel free to DM if you'd like more) Where: the Flint/Vanity wedding When: flexible

Having attended more than his fair share of weddings this year, Rabastan had experienced an unnecessarily large portfolio. They had varied, though a similar thread had run through them all: the desire to outshine the others. It was typically Slytherin attitude, and pureblood at heart. A little competition was healthy, on the whole. This wedding was larger than all the others, and no doubt its plentiful size was one of the qualities that the Flints and the Vanitys would boast. But it was filled with substandard guests and celebrity sycophants. He didn't know how the couple could bear it. His own patience having run thin, he now stepped outside for some air - and a pleasant absence of lesser-blooded invitees.

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"I'll take that as a compliment." There it was, the all too familiar smirk. "I don't mind being considered scary on the pitch. It's what I aim for. It makes it so, so much easier to score when everyone is worried about their sweet little butt on a broom." Clara wasn't going to sugarcoat things. While she may have been a far cry from the level of brutality a Death Eater could reach, her brother and father having been a rather interesting example, the witch still had some tricks up her sleeve.

The brunette allowed her fingers to glide over a product on a stand next to them; yet another bottle of broom polish with yet another seemingly natural scent. "Sounds like you've had a good time. Married life looks good on you." Smile, softer than most things she granted others. A pause followed, broken by herself as she pushed the silence to the back of her mind. "It's nice. Crowded. A lot more crowded. And, apparently, fans seem to run off. Plenty of weddings too. Seems like you and Cissa may have caused a chain reaction. Or perhaps it is simply the season." Either may have been the case. Clara Ivanova was hardly someone who lacked the awareness regarding the esteem the Malfoys had. - @luciusmalfoyx

There were worse people Clara could have ran into, one name coming to mind, Bellatrix, would could have ended differently. The few interactions the two shared, it had not been painful, able to keep a conversation flowing. "Depends. Here? No." He had seen her on the pitch, and that was a different story. "In the air? Yes."

A smile appeared on his features at the mention of his honeymoon. There was part of him that would have still preferred being tucked away with his wife. Alas, the cause beckoned them home. "It was, a honeymoon." He didn't know how else to describe it. "We are home and back to normal life." One where he looked forward to going home at night. "How are you liking it in London?" He knew she was friends with Sethos.

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who: open to all where: flourish & blott's when: late afternoon

Browsing books seemed to have become yet another one of her jobs. While reading was still very much something she did for leisure, at the same time each page seemed to have become much more of a source of inspiration and information and, in some rare instances, a source for potential articles. For once though, it wasn't all about the art of writing, the stories her enchanted quill could spin within mere moments. No, it was simply about browsing the latest editions, those other colleagues of hers had already done the work on. What was the harm in trying?

For a while the witch busied herself with the admiring of cover art, only to pick up a conversation here and there without ever seeming just like she was quite listening enough. After all, the back of a book could keep one occupied for quite a while. Truthfully there was always something one could turn into a source for a much bigger bang. Footsteps approaching, whether aimed for her or simply something behind her caused the blonde's attention to shift, eyes drifting to scan the other. "Something I can do for you?" Brows perked, yet a seemingly almost neutral expression on her face. Rita had her ways.

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Molly was nothing if not the definition of warmth. A family person, through and through. Beatrice could only admire while she stood nearby, waiting on an order she'd placed on a few pastries that were currently being packaged. "Hello Molly. Seems like you got your hands full, hm?" The redhead in front of her certainly had her life figure out. Of that, Bea had no doubt.

With how everything was going perhaps something as warm as family was the right thing; something worth protecting. "Hope they're not keeping you too busy. Otherwise I'd feel bad for interrupting." - @xmollyweasleyx

location: rosa lee teabag. who: open.

Molly loved all of her children but there were times when she needed one on one time with each of them. This was her eldest's turn. Bill loved himself a pumpkin pasty and Molly couldn't deny herself a hot cup of tea so she brought him to Rosa Lee Teabag as a special treat. A more adult place for the more adult child. He was the apple of his mother's eye.

"Yes, Bill. Today you can have two," she smiled at the short redheaded boy. She ruffled his hair and beamed from ear to ear. Doing for her family always made Molly feel full and complete. "Over here, my darling," she swept Bill toward a table before running into a familiar face. "Oh, hello."

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The french witch never let her smile falter, nodding along as she once again cast her eyes to analyze the wedding all around them. "I have no doubt, but somehow something tells me there was a lot of input from either of the parties. A bit much, like I said." Estelle admired Agatha for her craft, but even someone as talented as her surely would have moments when the client's opinion outweighed the sense of a wedding in its entirety. "You do seem like it, both of you. Nothing wrong with it. Though I will allow myself to send flowers over the next few days. It's the least I can do."

Flowers that could either be put on display or simply kept in a quiet corner. Whatever the other witch would decide, it would surely be just fine. "Anyway, regarding that question. I believe some people have something to prove, others simply wish to share it with the world. To each their own, I suppose." Estelle had noticed a few faces she wished to greet, turning to Alecto to offer her goodbye but equally an invitation. "If you don't mind I would love to have you over for tea. My place. Nothing shared with them. Let me know if there is ever a moment." - @alectocarrowx

Estelle Delacour, a witch that she had witnessed prove that she was for the cause many times, despite what her traitorous brother called a fiancée. Alecto reminded herself two separate the two and settled on allowing the witch in front of her prove her worth.

"I think we both know who put together this wedding," a faint smile painted on her lips, taking a sip of the disguised orange juice that Emmeline gave her. "Thank you. It suited us well. We are very private people. I do not understand the need to hold extravagant like this."

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Leta listened yet couldn't help the chuckle. "Well, I could equally claim there isn't much about me, but here we are." It wasn't said in a hateful way, rather with a warm tone to her serious voice. The tone was the key, after all. The blonde glanced around the room before she poured some of the tea present in a pot on the table. "I, for one, believe that there is more to you than simply your family name or being the youngest for that matter. And owning a bakery certainly shows dedication, especially at your age." Alara was younger than her after all. And while the Rosier witch took commissions and custom orders, owning her own place she was rather far away from.

"Don't sell yourself short. You are an accomplished witch in your own right and if there is anything I know of my brother, it's that he can appreciate someone truly knowing what they want. Or who they are for that matter." The shrug that followed seemed almost carefree. "Sure, your family ties did not hurt the process, but as you said, he could have gone for anyone. He didn't." Leta held much respect for the choice made by her twin. "Either way, if you wish to know about me you need only ask. You are going to be family. I am an open book. For the most part." - @alaraselwyn

"It is." It had been some time since she had been here, finding that most of her friends would visit at the bakery and she would make them something there. At first she didn't know how to reply to Leta's question and the last thing she wanted was to leave a bad impression. This was going to be her family and family meant everything to the witch, despite being put into a betrothal of which she was not aware of prior to his asking for her hand.

"It is a very big step." That she would not deny, but there was nothing she could do to change it, at least they had agreed on a later wedding date, allowing her time to adjust and accept. "If I am being honest, I still don't understand why he wanted my hand in marriage when it comes to other witches I've seen him interact with." Surely there was someone better suited, but he chose her. "There isn't much to know about me. I'm the youngest of the Selwyn siblings, my family does not care that I owe a bakery, and that is all, really." There was nothing exciting about her. "I would love to learn more about you."

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who: @valeria-flint where: Shyverwretch’s Venoms and Poisons when: late morning

Shyverwretch’s Venoms and Poisons, the wizard had visited a few times in the past. Every now and then even an alchemist might run out of the ingredients shared, or require a poison potent enough to melt even a metal down to nothing but a bubbling pool of simmering liquid. Another trip to assure exactly that, all materials stocked surely couldn't hurt. Even if he hadn't seen the witch he expected to find behind the counter in a while. Now, he hadn't been avoiding her. In fact, he may have been too busy altogether to consider the idea of that. Amycus had found himself disappearing into his work, the pressure of his shoulders.

Creaky door, the familiar sound of a bell ringing out as he entered. His eyes scanned the shelves before finally turning toward the center of the shop, an almost tame smile on his lips. There wasn't any malicious intend within his eyes, almost as though the wizard in question had reigned himself in. "Val." A nod, toward her but equally in acknowledgement. "Any chance you have my usual in stock?"

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How long had she been by the bar, quietly going over the files in front of her? Ever the hard worker Hestia had simply arrived at some point and made her way there without taking much note of the buzzing going around her. It wasn't the first, surely it wouldn't be the last either. Yet, despite the fliers and the obvious signs that something else was going on the witch had managed to stumble into the whole thing entirely unprepared, or unaware for that matter. "What?" A voice had managed to make its way past her thoughts and finally someone had her attention. "Good turn out for what?"

The brunette began to glance around, noting the sheer number of witches and others around and the decor that seemed to not quite fit the Three Broomsticks. On second inspection she could even see one of the aforementioned fliers. Hestia's reached out, curious eyes dancing across the words on the page. "Oh!" A soft, yet clearly embarrassed chuckle. "I honestly didn't...- I mean, I was focused." A pause, as she finally closed the files that had clearly taken up more of her attention than she cared to admit. There were limits to everything. "I hadn't planned on,... Should I? Do I?" Hestia wasn't entirely sure how to proceed in moments like these. "I'm afraid I don't really have an idea how to proceed in moments like these." Leave it to the work-focused witch to accidentally attend a speed-dating event. - @allabbottme

where : the three broomsticks

who : open to anyone (speed-daters or onlookers.)

Anthony had arrived at the Three Broomsticks fairly late, the speed-dating event was scheduled for 7 o'clock, and he had arrived just after quarter to seven, filled with both anticipation and nerves. Despite his confidence, Anthony hadn't been on the dating scene since his accident. Sure, there were a few drunken antics here and there - but a sit down date? It had been a while. At least it was speed-dating, twenty-minutes of conversation, Anthony tended to have the gift of the gab. So it couldn't go that terrible? Could it?

In between sessions, Anthony had a few minutes of breathing space to collect his thoughts. Using a bit of the time to nip out for a smoke, Anthony headed to the bar to grab a new drink, one to calm the nerves. "Good turn-out eh?" He teased, "do you reckon it was the fliers? I think being in print works wonders."

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Amycus was nothing if not always up to something. And it kept it plenty busy. Only the occasional invite would convince the wizard to pause whatever he was doing for just a moment to pay a visit here and there; and only ever to select few. Perhaps it had been the failed engagement, the broken expectation that caused the blond to dedicate even more of his time to the pursuit of eternity, the wonders of alchemy. He would have that fact no matter what, calling it simply his favorite thing to waste time on.

"Does it matter if I am?" An eyebrow arched he slit into a seat, reaching for a bread roll before his attention was back on her. Between the two of them somehow he'd managed to be the more emotional one. Only Alecto's current state had added a twist to things. The thought caused a chuckle to form, drowned out only by the bread roll. "How is the dear husband?" A smirk spread across his lips, lighting up his face said everything the other may need to know. Amycus lacked seriousness when it came to his twin, caring deeply but finding himself relaxed when not in moments of dire disaster. - @alectocarrowx

where: lestrange manor in scotland who: @fcrox (amycus carrow)

It had been some time since Alecto had seen her brother. Both busy in the life they led and with her trips infrequent in the city, the witch invited him to join her at the manor her and Rabastan had recently purchased. She was rather fond of the isolation and the peacefulness that came being away from society. She would make an appearance when necessary and thought nothing more of pureblood society in London.

Alecto came around the corner, feeling the disturbance in the wards around her home, to lay eyes on her brother who apparated in the foyer. "Amy," a cruel smile on her lips, "you made it." She did not share much affection with her brother, giving a small nod. "Are you hungry?" The witch would eat regardless of his answer.

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Few could pull him from his thoughts, and even fewer dared to yet with the shop having become a thing, Amycus was pulled from his thoughts far more often than ever before. Of course, over the years he'd slowly gotten used to the idea of disturbances having become a part of his day as much as breathing, eating and sleeping. His eyes rolled in amusement, indicating the fact that not a word from the other had been taken serious before his face took an expression of fake concern.

"You wound me, little dove." Amycus finally got up from his chair, the fake concern easily replaced with a smirk. "I do not blow up things, not unless I mean to." And thus far, that day there'd been no intention to create any such thing; neither a puff of smoke nor a full blown explosion. "Why, have you come to watch the smoke rise?" His head motioned toward the back of the shop, where his lab lay covered up. "I have other, more meaningful things to take care of. For now." More meaningful than an explosion until the moment an explosion would be needed. "What brings you here?" - @pandoraxnott

where: aureum solis who: @fcrox (amycus carrow)

With Pandora being one that dabbles with magic and spells, twisting their invisible threads to turn into a spell that had its own uniqueness like herself, it still left her curious about others aspects. There was one that she knew who delved into the more science part of it that intrigued her.

The witch sauntered into his shop, a small white box in hand, glancing around the room until she spotted who she was looking for. "Amycus Carrow." A smile on her face. "Have you blown anything up today?"

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The last thing the brunette expected after a long and eventful day at work was to have Mary MacDonald approach in a clearly more than inebriated state to discuss the prowess a hippogriff in comparison to whatever odd creature it was she felt the need to pit against the rather majestic creature.

"What in Merlin's name is a King Kong?" Estelle scanned the other, eyes ready to roll in frustration as the silliness of the whole situation. "I doubt that this creature you speak of would remotely stand a chance against a hippogriff." Odd muggle contraptions seemed to take up more and more space, even in the heads of those around her. "Was there a need for this mess?" Her eyes scanned the witch in front of her, questioning her ability to think rational thoughts. "Nothing much has changed there, I suppose." - @stvrdsts

who: mary & open where: the three broomsticks

it wasn't often that mary was in a good enough mood to drink ; but after a short visit to her brother, her spirits were high and so was the alcohol content in her body, which meant she was currently situated at the bar, with a wobbly smile on her lips. "Do you think..." mary started, turning her attention to the person next to her, words definitely slurred. "A hippogriff could win in a fight against King Kong? ... assuming you know about King Kong, of course."

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Leta should have expected the question to come and yet when it did, she almost felt a little surprised. Whatever of that surprise was shown on her face, it was pushed down quickly as she turned toward the raven haired witch next to her. "I suppose it's only fair you ask. To a degree I feel we may have similar motives. You are one of Evan's closest friends, from what I gather. Neither of us had someone to go with."

The blonde let a sigh escape. Vulnerability wasn't something she was all too familiar with. Nor was she comfortable with the notion. "I did ask someone else. Antonin Dolohov. But he did have someone else to attend with, thus I went and asked the only other person who might understand not being wanted. And I very much think you being shunned this way is entirely silly. That engagement was between two people and only one is getting blamed. Somehow I don't think that's all that fair." There it was, the truth. Still, she was very much determined to have a good time. And the same, so she hoped, would count for Val. - @valeria-flint

Even though Val was very grateful that Leta had asked her to join her, it made the woman wonder why she had done so. They hadn’t exactly been close before, Evan was their common ground but other than that… maybe not so much. And Val was not one to contain her curiosity from others. No, the questions were being asked. “Up to you if you answer my question, but I know that I’m not the one to be seen with right now. So it makes me curious why you decided to ask me to start with and not someone else.”

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It wasn't so much the collision as the panicked way the person ran off that startled her. Clara whirled around, coming face to face with Lucius before she shrugged, chuckled and half rolled her eyes. "I'm not that scary, am I?" Of course she wasn't. In fact, Clara made it a habit of at least appearing approachable. Despite not necessarily being in favor of plenty of those around her, the brunette was almost tame in comparison to most.

Another shrug as she fully focused on the other, finally. "Well, that's on them. I'm always happy to chat." The truth was as simple as that. "So, how was the honeymoon?" It had been a while, but it wasn't as though the Bulgarian had much of a chance of talking to the wizard in question ever since. Life had a funny way of moving. - @luciusmalfoyx

Lucius was standing in the back with no idea on what brought him into the shop, but here he was, glancing around the place with no inclination to purchase anything. There was a wizard he had been tailing, information passed on that could be beneficial to the cause and all he needed was five minutes to make it happen. What he wasn't expecting was to watch a collision happen in front of him.

For once he could say he wasn't part of it, watching the excited fan only trying to get the witch to notice her, that when it all happened, the poor thing froze before running out. The blonde couldn't help but chuckle, making his way over to a somewhat familiar face. "I think you startled the thing." A smirk on his lips. "I don't think I've seen someone run that fast before."

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"As it would be, for anyone." War was a terrible thing and somehow it had become part of their lives, daily almost. Bea looked over at the man next to her, eyes scanning his face to see just how he himself was dealing with things. "He will learn to make it through life again. We all will." It was almost a promise made then. Beatrice had committed herself to the thought of wanting to fight a long time ago. She may not have been the auror Edgar was, but she was dedicated all the same. "You'll be there. You've always been someone to lend strength to others." Back then, that was how she'd felt and with each day since the steps taken by the wizard had been proof of that.

His words gave way to her own nod. "That seems to be a general thought now." A sigh as she finally turned away from him. Her words hadn't been a lie, nor had they been the truth. Simply lacking ability to find a way to describe her state when she felt caught between things. "I sometimes wonder with how many of them I am working with. How many of them any of us are working with. I think the auror department might be the only one not filled to the brim with them." Beatrice turned toward him. "Be careful, will you?" Whether or not she was with him, even through distance the brunette wanted him safe. - @edgarebones

The urge to wrap his arms around the woman beside him was increasingly growing and his restraint was waning. His family forced a promise upon another and if anything, he was a man that honoured loyalty and respect. The last thing he would want to do is bring any shame on Hestia's name. It was the thought of her that kept him focused on his steps and his hands in his coat pockets. "It's been a lot for him to take in." Edgar knew he would never be the same after what happened. "I don't know." That was a honest answer, he didn't know. He feared it would continue to send him down a rabbit hole.

Alastor was a buffer between them. A subject they could talk about and dance around what was on both of their minds. This connection between them would always remain, a torment in place to be a constant reminder of what they would never be, a life worlds apart. He shakes his head. "No, but the ministry is useless." The order was doing their own investigation, knowing they would get more of an answer at the end of the day. Edgar couldn't help but glance over at Beatrice when she started to speak about herself. "That is good to hear." He wondered if that was the truth or the truth she wished to believe.

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The witch looked at him with a mix of confusion and surprise, finding the idea of someone speaking a language like goobledegook quite the normal thing in her area of expertise. "With plenty of dedication and a desire to learn. Simple as that." Estelle was nothing if not dedicated, to cause entirely far away from whatever walks of life he walked on. Then, finally, her face lit up with a refreshing smile. "I simply wanted to be able to communicate and found I had a talent when it came to languages. Thus I expanded on what I'd already learned. Although I will admit that it mostly only comes in handy when it comes to goblin work and their artifacts. Then again, I suppose that is the purpose. Much like latin I believe the usefulness lies more in its uses than the actual ways of communication."

She had begun to ramble, yet somehow it made her seem more natural in the process. The witch smiled, sweetly as she glanced up at the one in front of her. "I'm sure whatever paperwork my help produces, you'll take care of it without issues. Won't you?" A small chuckle. No doubt that someone like Tiberius would do his job as diligently as one possibly could.

"As for that, the Wizengamot is quite the important place. Don't underestimate your importance, even if you sit merely in the background." Flattery and charm. "At the end of the day I would simply call you someone who is dedicated to his work and knows how to do his job to the best of his abilities. Nothing one couldn't claim to be commendable. Perhaps one day I'll have a chance to be equally as useful." - @tiberiusxmclaggen

Tiberius rose an eyebrow as he looked over at her, there was no hiding how impressed he was. “Now Norwegian I could understand, not an entirely uncommon language for people to speak. But how does one come to be fluent in gobbledegook? And dare I ask how often knowing that comes in handy?” He chuckled, shaking his head at the thought. “Though I suppose we should all be thankful that you are. May save the day with your translations.” He wasn’t always aware of what the aurors found, but he knew their focus these days tended to revolve around ending the war.

“If you do I imagine we will all be incredibly grateful. Although if you do it may add to my paperwork so I don’t know whether I should be grateful or annoyed at the prospect.” He joked, though there was a part of him that shuddered at the thought of more paperwork and more work in general left on his desk.

“You know, there are days even I wonder what precisely my duties are.” He admitted with a chuckle. “There are days I do nothing but transcribe reports for aurors, others I’m being sent on a million different errands. Most days I’m with the Wizengamot sitting in on hearings and taking notes for my superiors. I suppose you could call me a jack of all trades, doing my best to make a name for myself.”