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[astrxluna]

Luna was minding their own business, padding around barefoot in the forbidden forest had been something they’d done since they were a first-year at Hogwarts. Back then, they didn’t have any friends and tended to head to the forest in hopes of avoiding people who would only take pride in trying to make them miserable. Common topics included her father, the way she dressed, her white-blonde hair, the fact they were a blood traitor, how people thought she was crazy, and most cruelly- her mother’s death. The latter of them all hurt the most and had given them a tough skin, one that tended to be covered with innocent smiles and the distant look in her eyes that people expected. Now, sitting at a quiet table outside of a random cafe in Diagon Aley, Luna sketched quietly in her notepad, feet curled beneath her as she hummed to herself. The slightest scuffle on the cobblestones caught their attention. “I can hear you, you know. You can come to sit down here. I’m not as mad as everyone says.” 

[silvrtcngue]

                                     he’s  been  locked  inside  of  his  house  the  past  few  days  since  the  ball.  his  mind  is  as  confused  as  ever.  two  sides  of  his  being  constantly  pulling  ,  like  a  tug  of  war  in  his  mind.  the  masquerade  was  his  only  chance  to  really  explore  that  side  of  himself.  now  that  was  over  ,  his  cold  exterior  returned.  he  takes  a  seat inside  of  the  leaky  cauldron  ,  a  pub  he  normally  wouldn’t  ever  step  foot  in  ,  but  now  he  often  frequents.  there’s  someone  who  sits  beside  him  ,  but  draco  doesn’t  look  to  see  who  it  is.  ❛    nothing  else  is  good  here  except  for  the  ale.  only  thing  worth  ordering  on  the  menu.  ❜

[theworlda-blaze-blog]

Blaze drummed his fingers on the bar as he waited for the barman to pour him another drink. Thoughts were flooding his head. The image of that spare dying in the graveyard. Watching the Dark Lord return before his very eyes. Blaze had joined the Death Eaters when people were doubting if they even still existed. He believed in the Dark Lord’s work and willed for him to return. And now he was back, the world was going to become a better place. The Death Eaters would soon gain control.

The Three Broomsticks was surprisingly empty that evening. Usually, the place was teaming which prevented Blaze from ever setting foot in there. However, their firewhiskey was far nicer than anything he could get at The Hog’s Head, so he was glad that it was quiet. As the barman placed his drink in front of him, Blaze breathed in the musky air. The door to the pub opened, the shock of cold air hitting him like a brick.

[ofwclf]

     he watched the screaming faces on posters and bite inside his cheek, frowning just slightly.  there was a mix of emotions in his chest from the moment he read the paper this morning. the spark of joy, for his pack leader ( alpha, the wolfish side of him growled ) to come finally home, filling up the hollow place in it ; the wonder, how they managed that ; the longing, to his pack, his home, people that loved him just because. and fear, of the rage of greyback and the dark lord, of how quickly his packmate will be hurt again, the scars of last time opening ugly. 

     wolf shook his head, not letting himself to think of this, instead focusing on the matter at hand --- things he needed to buy and diner. he was hungry as wolf hell and needed to get going. he made a step back and turned, eyes falling on the face of the person he almost walks on.   “    --- whops! sorry, my bad,   “   he smiled, eyes lighting.   “   was close, huh? one would think i would already learn how many people is there, but well, here we are.   “

[castclever]

          “ imagine ----- ” a alamort  breath softly seeps past plush tiers, a steady form of rage scouring the rim of her unfocused russet hues,    “ being that incredulously daft to think that  ---- ” another breath, this time shorter,  “ sirius had anything to do with the impending release of lestrange is beyond any pardonable act of cognize. ” slender digits crease the paper in her grip, slamming it down against the bar with full animosity of force. the ministry at this point was far and few between of a ship wreck and outbreak. every last turn felt like an endless maze of misconstruction and inadequate  safety measures. and if anyone were to ask her opinion, surely nothing good would come of it.  a single digit raised, offering a fearless stare towards the bar attendant.  “ and they won’t listen to harry, even ostracizing him completely after what he went through -----  after cedric.  ”

          even saying his name hurt. the surrounding muscles of her throat seized, growing taught with the difficulty of breath. even though they weren’t close, there was something stiflingly strong with camaraderie within the whole of hogwarts. whether they want to or not, cedric’s death bears more of a loss than anyone could ever really realize. and the ministry was making an absolute mockery of it by defiling his death in headlines of an accident. heavy lids shutter, taking a sip of the gin before, swallowing thick to help loosen herself.  “ the sooner everyone is back at hogwarts, the better.  ”

[bestwvtch]

♔-----

she was bitter. of all the people that escaped, her parents were too stupid to. they were bound for the dementors and merula couldn’t do anything about it. it made her stomach turn. the charms professor downed her glass of wine ( that had just been given to her ). pretty soon, she’ll be dealing with a bunch of snot nosed brats all over again. ugh. she just had to take the teaching position. but then again, she was the best witch at hogwarts. hearing footsteps, she let out a long sigh. “another glass. and make it snappy.” she ordered the person.

[ofastcria]

     she lost her date --- still couldn’t really believe in that happening --- somewhere on a dance floor ; but that was okay, astoria needed a moment to stand on the side and take a breath anyway. it wasn't bad, the ballroom looked good and the drinks were cold enough. with a click of her high heels, she comes closer to one of the open windows. she smoothed the front of her dress with slightly shaking hands --- still okay, happens, nerves and all that --- and looked up as she saw movement on her side.   “   ---- catching a little fresh air without going out, too?   “   she asked in a nice tone, a small smile on her lips.

[silvrtcngue]

                               it’s  been  a  couple  hours  into  the  all  ,  &  draco  can’t  seem  to  find  his  date.  it’s  a  bit  difficult  ,  considering  everyone  is  unrecognizable.  it’s  a  nice  change  of  pace  for  him  ,  though  ,  it  means  certain  rules  don’t  necessarily  apply   tonight.  he  struts  over  towards  the  drinks  table  ,  &  feels  a  presence  near  him  as  he’s  fixing  his  drink.  ❛    you  know  ,  i’m  normally  skeptical  about  these  sort  of  events  ,  but  this  has  turned  out  nicer  than  i  expected.  i  suppose  we  all  need  a  night  to  be  someone  else  for  a  change.    ❜  

[ofastcria]

     hello, everyone~! because of fresh start - please, hit the ❤️ for a closed starter from my soft girl, Astoria! ( or reply with a name of muse for muses on sideblogs! ^^ )