#keys:starter

[battcredup-blog]

Quentin stood in a bustling coffee shop with a tall paper cup. Warmth seeped through, warming his fingers. On it’s side in neat writing is one word “Ben” along with a few check marks that labeled his coffee preference. Quentin, or Benjamin as he believed himself to be, was almost hyper focused on the people around him. Struggling to find someone he recognized. A few people behind him, someone looked back. “Do I know you?” he wondered, his eyes narrowed as he tried to remember them. “I... uh, let me buy you a coffee?”

[burdcns-blog]

          ❛❛    you  ,  er  ---  look  nice  ,    ❜❜    ron’s  tone  is  UNEASY  ,  leaving  it  intensely  clear  that  he  has  no  idea  what  he’s  doing  (  ---  SHOCKER  !  )  dances  have  never  been  something  he’s  particularly  good  at  ,  and  so  ,  to  find  him  on  the  sidelines  ,  awkwardly  shifting  back  and  forth  on  his  heels  ?  it’s  simply  PREDICTABLE  .    ❛❛    right  .  reckon  we  should  get  some  drinks  ,  then  ?  there’s  a  firewhisky  with  my  name  on  it  somewhere  ,  i’m  sure  .    ❜❜

[hugogw]

IT was useless, having wasted HOURS now trying to assemble the damn time though in his defense it wasn’t like the Dursley’s had ever taught him. Nimble and bruised hands attempted at one last effort before huffing in frustration and allowing the tie to hang limply around his neck. “Pardon me...” The unbeknownst wizard began as he approached the other, “You wouldn’t happen to know...how to tie one of these?”

[rbelgirl]

   stranded in a sea full of stars, lonesome eyes watch as the tide tries its best to get to him but is stopped and pulled back before doing so. he’s not as far away from the bash, lively music and chatter surrounding his ears in a slightly muffled manner. sitting on a dingy bench is where he found himself. hands were busy making terrible paper cranes out of his own photograph prints he ended up disliking. “ i would try and send them off into the water, ” he said aloud, meaning for them to reach the ears of no one in particular. a soft frown escapes him as his frustrated fingers accidentally rip a crane he was so close to finishing. “ -- but i’m pretty sure that would be considered littering. ”

[rbelgirl]

   the instant camera in her hands flashes abruptly, oblivious hands ready to take hold of the processing picture. a sense of complete content overtakes her. the teen smiles brightly at it before handing it to the person before her. the frills of her dress, along with her styled hair, sway with every movement. “ here, ” she tells them. “ take it. now you can remember this moment forever. ”