#inconsolcble

[lutraverselemonde]

out of water

Location: Burlesque Club ‘L’Étoile’, Wizarding London Time: 1am, 5th of March Status: Closed, for @inconsolcble

Lu didn’t mind the hate-spewing conversation topics amongst their more generous patrons. After all, how did they affect Lu personally? And one had to remember that the regions of raging anger and lust sat quite closely in the brain, so really, just letting their patrons rage about Muggleborns was doing half the job already. But Ganymede’s wasn’t that big, and after a certain amount of nights spent there, you inevitably ran into the same people, all of which usually preferred to think you an exclusive shiny little item for their own private collection. So it came that every other night, Lu chose bars and clubs of lesser Pureblood prestige. 

They were sitting at a table decorated with empty champagne coupes when a boy walked into L’Étoile who simply did not belong here. Not only wore he -- in Lu’s eyes -- rags, but he was also of such a demeanour it was as though he was scared to enjoy himself too much. “What does he fear? To be scooped up by one of our large-wigged ladies who’re serving the tables?” Lu asked, giving their seat neighbour a nudge and redirected her gaze towards the boy, now standing pressed against a wall. Clarissa cackled. “Should we go save him?” She placed a hand on Lu’s shoulder: ‘And you think you’d scare him less?’

Lu returned their attention to the stage where yet another number of terrible singing and even worse dancing began. There certainly were too many sequins and too few items of clothes; it was a divine night. And until then, they had quite enjoyed themselves, the thick air in the room making it impossible to escape the alcohol’s effect, the laughter bright and piercing into your chest, and the music -- albeit awful -- loud enough to make you forget about everything else. Well. Until then indeed. Now their mind was on the boy by the door -- ah, he had moved, a little closer to the bar, but he didn’t look any less terrified. What a poor creature. Who on earth had recommended him this place? Was this his first night out, ever? Was he looking for someone? Lu shook their head and decided it was none of their business.

About an hour later, the last poor girl had embarrassed herself on stage and the bar was ringing its last round. Something Lu would never get used to. It was hardly one in the morning and they were already sending people home… Nevertheless, Lu got up and, as so many, headed towards the bar. It was then that they saw that the boy was very much still there. He was sitting at an empty table at the back now, but looked no less lost and out of place. Was he perhaps a spy? Lu shook their head once more and … ended up buying two cocktails. Grand, pink, very sweet and adorned with a ridiculous amount of umbrellas and fruits. One they placed before him, the other they kept in their hand as they sat by his side. “So tell me, I’m burning to know, who of the Queens here is your mum?” 

[bristlybranwen]

not breaking what’s fixed

Time: 23rd of March Place: McKinnon’s Farm Status: Closed, for @inconsolcble

Alcott Avery was dead and Bran’s father was still alive.

She couldn’t go home. She couldn’t go hunt for more Death Eaters. She was stuck.

So she went to where she’d been for the past few weeks anyway, more often than not, and offered Benjy Fenwick her help. Emmeline was still in no position to work and Bran was, as it seemed, still one of the more competent healers around. Curse her mother for having kept right for once. Then again.

Bran liked Benjy. She liked the hard work. And in a way, between blood and potion fumes, her mind was kept off the revelation Fletcher had brought to her, and which had stirred something so great and terrible within her, she wasn’t quite sure how to control it. So for now, she distracted it.

Benjy had just disappeared to the Potter Estate to rescue whatever hadn’t been destroyed in the attack to bring it to the new infirmary at the House of Bones, so Bran was alone with her healing potions. It was then, that the door opened and a poor excuse of a man slurped into the room.

“Lupin,” she said and the grin that appeared on her lips looked almost more wolf-like than he did.

[empoweredevans]

Date: March 12th, 1982 Location: James and Lily’s townhome @inconsolcble​

She’d decided to skive off healing duties again. Not that it really mattered, there was always someone else there to supervise her and she really did nothing all that valuable. Just fetched medicine or used her wand to produce a bucket of water. While Lily had been told she had a healing spirit, she wasn’t actually trained in the stuff - nor did she want to be. The Inner Circle had told her it wasn’t meant as a punishment, but it sure seemed like it.

The healers hadn’t been able to save James, anyway. There hadn’t been time. Ainsley Abbott had made sure of that. 

Lily had been staring aimlessly at the fire when she heard a knock on the door. Not unusual - plenty of people had been showing up since James’ death, sometimes with casseroles (which were still mostly uneaten) in hand - but she’d hoped for something else today. Hoped for a bit of time to work on her latest assignment for the Ministry - or maybe just to continue to stare at the fire.

She’d grabbed her wand tightly and moved to the door, looking out the peephole. It was moot point, really. Anyone who wanted her dead would just put their wand up to the hole, but it made her feel better anyway. Remus stood on the other side and Lily sighed. She loved him - she did. She loved them all. But she really hoped he wasn’t here to coddle her like Sirius. 

When she opened for him, she smiled anyway. Not as warmly as it would’ve been several weeks before, not quite reaching her eyes, but still a smile. “Remus, love,” she greeted, her voice trimming with affection and weariness at the same time. “Checking up on me? You can come in, if you’d like. Or should I be asking you a question to confirm it’s really you?” It wouldn’t matter - even friends could kill you.

[auror-frank]

💍 - fuck, marry, kill. / the marauders, yes all four of them, I need to know how Frank would rank them

💍 fuck, marry, kill - since you gave me four options this basically means two of them have to die

Fuck Sirius. Look, they’ve been through some shit, and also just to add to this whole thing I’m sure it would be incredibly inconvenient if it happened. Also I’d be lying if Frank didn’t think about it a little bit at some point

Marry Remus. But purely based on the assumption that he knows how to make tea, and can you just imagine the constant lifelong awkwardness between the two of them? Also lowkey I’d just love to imagine Frank going, oh now that we’re married, you can’t possibly keep secrets from me right?

Kill James and Peter. To be honest, Frank doesn’t know Peter that well. And predeath Frank had beef with James about why Alice nearly died that time

[emmeoutofline]

💤 - sleep with fully clothed, sleep with in underwear, sleep with naked. / peter, mary, sev

Fully clothed: Severus (They are colleagues. She needs a good non-awkward relationship with her potioneer.)

Underwear: Mary (She and Mary can be adults about it on opposite sides of the bed.)

Naked: Peter (Coulda woulda, but she’s not explaining this answer)

[starbrightblack]

🔛 - make love to, have a quickie with, be rough / kinky with. / remus, peter, james. someone had to ask this and i guess it had to be me

(OOC: I’m going to answer this the way 17 year old Sirius would have drunk off his ass while playing truth or dare.)

Make love to James. Soulmates and all that.

Have a quickie with Peter. Just to help him loosen up and have a little fun.

Be rough and kinky with Remus because clearly there’s an animal hiding there that must be unleashed.

[spellnbone]

Location: Forest, McKinnon’s Farm Time: 21st of February Status: Closed, for @inconsolcble

The first time Edgar had properly talked to the young Mister Lupin, it had been down here, in the forest near the McKinnon Farm.

Lupin’s introduction to the Order had been a brief but impressive one. Entering the meetings room, he’d found his spot next to James who’d put an arm around his shoulders declaring him an old friend, and then he had made his suggestion: let wild werewolves stay in this forest. Refugees, close to the farm, safe from themselves and the world hungry to mistreat them. The discussion that had followed had been one of the longest and most intense ones Edgar had ever witnessed since joining the Order. And he’d joined the Order so long ago...

He had barely argued along. He’d stood in the back, listening attentively to write it all down later on, and kept his gaze on the new member. Lupin had looked so frail and weary, young and worn at the same time, and yet he’d uttered and explained his suggestions without fear or hesitation, and Edgar had felt his chest swell with pride.

It had deflated as though perforated by a silver bullet when James had revealed the secret a week ago. Not because Edgar suddenly no longer thought Lupin brave and forward-thinking for his suggestion, not because he was shocked like some members by the news (in a way he’d known for quite some time, hadn’t he?) but because he realised that without his digging, this might’ve never happened. Had he not been so eager to solve the mystery of Lupin’s injuries, Mary would’ve never gone to talk to Emmeline and James, and it would’ve never gotten that far. Was this his fault? And his lungs exhaled a brusque breath filled with guilt.

The truth had had to come out eventually, after all, no? But Edgar had hoped Lupin would come forward himself after receiving Edgar’s thermos and message -- a tentative invitation to come talk to him. Not that the truth would come out of Lupin’s best friend’s mouth. Not on the day of a mission. Not right before the same best friend gave his life for that mission.

After waking up from his injuries, Edgar had learnt of what had happened that night of the 14th, and each new information made his hands cramp tighter. To hear that Lupin had disappeared, well, that was quite frankly an information that didn’t really manage to preoccupy him quite as much. He just prepared another thermos filled with hot chocolate and sent it to Lupin, trusting his owl would find the way, but this time it came without a message.

Only after they had gone looking for Ainsley, Edgar had found the time and patience to think about Lupin again. About the first time he’d entered the meetings room. What were the werewolves in the forest by the McKinnon Farm to think now? Had they already heard that the one who had gotten them there, who had fought for their safety, was now gone? Possibly in danger -- not by any outside forces but by the very same people who were granting them refuge?

Hence, on the 21st, Edgar decided to go down to the forest himself and inform them that even without Lupin here, he’d try to continue letting them stay here. And this time he would participate in the discussion, if he had to. Packed with tea, wrapped into his warm, gigantic and colourful winter coat, and with his left hand still in bandages, he walked through the forest, straight ahead and hoping the right words would come to him when they were needed. It was there, still on his way and at least fifteen minutes away from where the pack camped, that he saw a figure ahead of him. It wasn’t particularly familiar, but he recognised it instantly all the same.

“Mister Lupin?” He raised his hands, showing palms open that he was holding no wand. “Edgar Bones.”

[peterdpettigrew]

🔛 - make love to, have a quickie with, be rough / kinky with. / james, sirius, remus. listen, every marauder needs to be asked this, i don't make the rules

🔛 Peter: “Can I choose to bury myself in the ground instead? No? Fine, I’ll answer.”

make love to - Remus, because he thinks that he’ll be the most gentle and kindest to him, and that would work the best.

have a quickie with - James, because uh, yeah.

be rough / kinky with - Sirius, because he’s sure Sirius would like to just choke him right now, although absolutely not in a sexy way.

[gideonprewxtt]

✨ - summon, banish, absorb. / ryland, fabian, caradoc

banish: caradoc (only by default tbh)

summon: ryland (he is always ready for ryland to be around)

absorb: fabian (because it would be weird with anyone else)

[dearborncaradoc]

LOCATION: McKinnon Farm DATE: February 20th, 1982 STATUS: closed | @inconsolcble​

It had been five full days since James Potter’s death. The wound for many was still open, but for Caradoc it had taken less than that to, seemingly, move on and carry on as if he couldn’t feel the gaping holes that James’ absence had left. He knew they were there, though, and that they needed to be taken care of. His first attempt had been with Sirius Black, trying to stop him from doing something reckless right that night. From then on, it was a matter of deal with every person he met, trying to make sure no one would rush into anything too hasty and thinking up what they could do with the fact that the Potter Estate had far too many secret keeper to be safe.

In all of this there was one person he had wanted to talk to, even before the loss of James and more so afterwards, but Remus Lupin had been nowhere to be found. Not exactly missing, because he knew that even in their grief, Sirius, Peter and Lily would’ve spoken about any concerns on the matter, but maybe in hiding.

Being of the mind to talk to Remus, Caradoc had decided to check around their safe houses first, since he would still need to check them anyway after Ainsley’s defection to the enemy, before trying to reach out to him with a letter. And this particular day, he had wanted to see how things were going at the McKinnon Farm, where things had already been tense before the party, the events that had transpired there, and those that had come to light in the meeting before it. 

It was a good bit of luck, then, that he ran across exactly the man he had been looking for. 

“Mister Lupin,” Caradoc called him, “Remus. Could we talk, for a moment?” It was a question, but all of Caradoc’s invites always had a way of sounding like an order by the inflection of his voice and the serious, cold expression on his face.

[justicebones]

🔪 - protect, attack, fight side-by-side with. / edgar, caradoc, mundungus

🔪 - Got this one twice, so since Edgar and Caradoc could qualify for both...

protect - Caradoc

attack - Mundungus

fight side-by-side with - Edgar

[alphaleoniis]

Date: February 24th, 1982 Location: McKinnon Farm @inconsolcble​

Regulus had only spent one night at the farm, but it was already enough for him. The muggleborns looked at him with fear in their eyes, as though he hadn’t signed a contract not to hurt them. Of course, he wasn’t aware if they knew that - but he wasn’t keen on just going around killing Muggles for sport. In fact, most purebloods weren’t. Regulus might’ve known they were beneath him, but murder wasn’t a typical Saturday experience. Still, they stared at him - and wasn’t that just as bad as him staring at them? 

The irony was quite ridiculous.

It wasn’t just the muggleborns, though. The entire place smelled like shit. Horse shit, creature shit... perhaps werewolf shit. He’d learned yesterday morning of those living in the woods. He couldn’t believe that a respectable family like the McKinnons would allow that, but at least they weren’t in the house. 

A stroll around the grounds wasn’t exactly his idea of a fun time, but the mudbloods were chattering in the kitchen about when they’d be the next to go into hiding and it was insufferable. He didn’t dare go into the dirt, but stayed on the porch, hands in his pockets, looking out at the grounds. The land wasn’t pretty - but, really, that smell.

Or maybe that was just the newcomer. Regulus’ eyes narrowed at Remus Lupin appeared on the steps, a bag in his hands, heading towards inside where the mudbloods were, it seemed. Regulus looked him up and down - his brother’s friend looked even shabbier than Regulus remembered. Was that gray hair? The wizard was barely into his twenties. He hadn’t aged well.

“Careful with whatever you have in that bag. You keep providing for them and they won’t know how to fend for themselves when they get out of the country.” 

[hestivjones]

❤

❤ = Opinion on love

Hestia is very much the romantic. Maybe not in the swooning, big gestures kind but she does believe in true love. She grew up with a very idealised picture of love, watching her parents show their affections for each other through thoughtful gestures and little gifts, and hopes to one day find the person that’s perfect for her.

Truth to be told, Hestia has never truly been in love. She’s had a lot of little crushes, sure, but never the all-consuming, breathtaking idea she has of love. With her idealised impression of it, also comes a lot of ignorance and one day she’ll be in for an awakening that nothing comes without challenge, including love.

[toujourslamur]

on the rise.

LOCATION : Hogsmeade Village  TIME : 12 March 1982 STATUS : ( Closed ) @inconsolcble​ 

A DELICATE TOPIC TO BROACH ,     one not easily managed by her colleagues graced with a little less tact     (     apparently bedside manner fell by the wayside when one was operating in such secretive conditions.     ).    But armed with a registry that could be construed a bit archaic, if it weren’t so tremendously helpful, and the periphery knowledge of the lunar cycle, the task of finding potential recruits for her Department’s latest venture wasn’t one Andromeda was ready to shy away from. 

At the very least, it got her away from the messy duty some found in autopsies of werewolves.  

The name was familiar enough from passing mentions by her cousin, though traipsing around in Sirius’ life wasn’t something she felt entirely comfortable with. Not when they had only just re-established contact, not when his personal connections were more landmines than kin to be uncovered. No matter the case, finding Remus Lupin was a particular get. One she certainly couldn’t pass up. 

(     He’d been turned so young, age etched next to his name in the registry had made her heart ache for him. All those years of bones shifting, the body tearing itself apart to build itself new. How much pain he must have endured.     )     --     She carried on.

“     Mister Lupin?     ”     Her voice stayed light, friendly as she offered her hand.     “     You don’t know me. I’m Sirius’ cousin, Andromeda Tonks.     ”     Delicate, yes. And probably not something to approach while in the middle of the street.     “     I’d love to chat, if you have a moment.     ”

[auror-frank]

Out of the Loop

McKinnon Farm 21 March 1982 - late evening @inconsolcble​

This was not the first time that Frank had wandered out when Augusta’s back was turned. Even with the only halfway healed injury on his arm and shoulder, Frank didn’t anticipate that he would be doing more fighting; it had been hours since he had arrived to the Longbottom safehouse, and even longer since he had cleared the rubble from Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream parlor.

Even still, Augusta should not be surprised—or quite honestly, disappointed—that her son was willing to go back into the action, even with his wand arm tied in a sling. It had been hours that Frank formulated a plan; he would not look for Alice because he did not need to look for Alice. Alice could take care of herself; there was no absolute emergency that needed to bring her to the she-shed.

The farm was the first stop, but he didn’t think he would need this stop would take long; he was sure that most of the Order had immediately gathered at headquarters—but he wasn’t up for Apparating that distance without an intermediate stop between. 

He slipped into the kitchen, with his shaky offhand leading him forward with the soft illumination emanating from the tip of his wand.

[arabellafiggaf]

☕ - get coffee with, go out to dinner with, steal their food. / maurice, artem, remus

Get coffee with: Maurice. Can’t discuss all those Muggle & Squib issues on an empty stomach!

Go out to dinner with: Remus. She’s gonna want to buy him a nice dinner to apologise after she comes around on the wolf thing.

Steal their food: Artem. Not Arabella but the cats would definitely steal food so… by proxy it works?