#nox.tier1

[dolorsarchived]

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽          :          tier     one     ,     general     admission     grounds     . 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂          :          open          (          @startertms​          )          .

❛          technically     ,     we’re     only     meant     to     be     painting     kids’     faces     .          ❜          &          despite     lighthearted     taunt     ,     she’s     already     wiping     a     paintbrush     on     stained     overalls     ,     tucking     a     stray     curl     back     behind     her     ear          (          daubed     with     𝙱𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃     𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙺     paint     ,     the     remnant     of     a     prior     client          )          ──          ❛          but     i’d     be     willing     to     make     an     exception     for     an     extra     sickle     or     two     .          ❜          like     she’s     in     need     of     it     ,     but     nothing     can     quash     mattie’s     entrepreneurial     spirit          !          free     hand     gestures     at     the     rickety     stool     in     front     of     her          (          not     made     to     bear     𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭     weight          )          with     a     beam     that     borders     on     devilish     .          ❛          s’pose     painting     a     massive     WANGER     on     your     forehead     is     out     of     the     picture     .     this     is     meant     to     be     family     friendly     ,          &          all     that     jazz     .          ❜

[frcgilis]

( 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 ) — tutshill derby, tier 1 ( 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ) — open ( @startertms​ )

“do you think i can win a fish?” adora rocked on their heels. they felt out of place. there was no loud music for once. there was no crowd packed like sardines. there was no dim lighting that made making out luca in the crowd impossible. but they felt out of place nonetheless. the suit they wore had been thrifted, and even in the nicest thing she owned, they felt horribly underdressed. everything was so nice. and their childhood home had crumbled because no could afford the repairs. they bit their lip, a nervous habit that not even luca’s chiding had been able to break. “i really want to win a fish. i’ve never really had a pet before. pets are a lot, luca says, and i have to be sure i can handle that. but fish are easy, right? you just have to feed them and keep the water clean?” head tilted to the side in thought, they continued, “but do you think it’s too early to try and win one? i don’t want to carry it around all day and scare him if i win now. that would be horrible.”

[astrcphe]

( 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 ) — tutshill derby, tier 1 ( 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ) — open ( @startertms​​ )

“how much longer is this thing?”  henri thanked their past self for having the foresight to wear a jumpsuit instead of their dress that their mom recommended. even then the jumpsuit wasn’t the most comfortable thing, too tight and constricting. they sat there on the ground, legs pulled up to their chest and uncaring about anyone they were in the way of. boredom had a way of zapping energy from them. their chronic habit of late nights and early mornings didn’t help. “are they normally this boring?”

[tempcsted]

𝐟𝐨𝐫: julius crabbe ( @dolors​​​ ) 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: tier one / tutshill derby !

“shot?”  tempest  wasn’t  at  liberty  to  disclose  how  they’d  gotten  the  bartenders  at  the  leaky  cauldron  stall  to  pour  her  an  armful  of  shots  this  early  in  the  day,  but  at  least  they  were  sharing.  that  was  real  moral  fortitude,  if  you  asked  them.  they’re  handsy,  immediately  trying  to  snake  an  arm  around  julius’  waist,  an  easy  indication  they’d  downed  one  or  two  of  the  collection  before  reaching  his  side.  “it’ll  make  you  prettier.  promise.”

[petriichvrs]

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  the circle, tutshill racecourse  ! 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶  :  @stainedglcss​  !

"look at those guys,” she says in complete wonderment, her chin resting on her folded arms and gaze flitting between all the goldish that swim in one large wall mounted tank, each one a different color to the last. they’re obviously charmed to be that way, an impressice of magic in itself, and though she suspects that it won’t last for very long, not even ginny can deny that it makes for a pretty sight. honestly... “if it weren’t for the bags they’re putting 'em in, i’d want ‘em all.” 

[volatiicus]

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  the circle, tutshill racecourse  ! 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶  :  @cvriousheart​  !

"are you here in a journalistic capacity?” most ex ravenclaws are familiar to her, at this stage. if she hadn’t met them during her hogwarts years, there had been plenty of time to get to know them after - memorials and events where their circles overlapped, therapy for some and in their case, the few times over the past eight years where the prophet had shown interest in seeing where she was now. if it wasn’t in the lead up to may, it was usually when there was a lull in actual news. keira had been to the offices more times than she could count, enough to know their name & face beyond the sybill trelawney connection that had stunned them way back when, though she’d only provided an update to her story once. that was for the better. “i heard you’re writing gossip columns, now,” she’s not judging. merlin knew she had no right, and her interest is genuine when she asks, “would you find much of it at something like this?” 

[auguriies]

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  the circle, tutshill racecourse  ! 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶  :  @sqviidboy​  !

"do you have another strap for that camera?” they don’t bother with pleasantries. they’ve been watching him with marked interest for long enough that it’s really about time they said something, and theirs is an important question. “i’d switch it out before the second race,” they offer him a smile, vague but friendly, an attempt to convey that the suggestion is well meant, “just in case.” 

[cvriousheart]

( 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 ) — tutshill derby, tier one ( 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ) — closed ( 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 ) — phoebe fletcher-blake ( @dolors​ ) !!

“i can’t believe they just confiscated my notebook.” it was a complaint that oriana hadn’t stopped making in the time since they’d been like into the derby, sans the notebook and pen that they’d brought just in case something happened. when the tickets for the derby had gone on sale and the press passes started making their way around, the daily prophet their handful along with a note reading don’t give one to trelawney. a few conversations later and the explanation that the derby was a classy event, not to be marred down by some rumor mill article that was bound to run the next day. not that had stopped the prophet from reimbursing them for one of the tier one tickets. “think one of the games has some of those shitty little kid notepads?”  

[scapegrvce]

( 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 ) — tutshill derby, tier one ( 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬 ) — closed ( 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 ) — whoever !! ( @hoggleswart​ )

it was in moments like this that augustine wondered if her childhood could’ve better prepared for events like this. she doubted it, really, but she still looked around at the families that toted around picnic baskets and coolers. spread across cutesy blankets, sharing some cheap but lovingly made lunch, kids begging their parents for a galleon or two to play some of the games that made up the carnival. she turned towards the food trucks, tried to pretend the ache she felt was hunger, tried to pass the tension that seeped into her posture was due to the long, winding lines that every truck had garnered. a gesture towards the lines, eyes still looked steadfastly on the food trucks. “i think i would rather starve than spend an hour waiting in line.”

[iustitiias]

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  the circle, tutshill racecourse  ! 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶  :  @graciieux​  ! 

he ought to have known before they even arrived that the grandstand would be of no interest to theseus - that was on him, he supposed. little kids got brief enjoyment out of a pair of binoculars, as he’d just learned, but the task of sitting for hours and watching the races play out was insurmountable for them. she’d caught a glimpse of the fairground across the track and that was that. arturo was just lucky he had a friend working security ; an hour after getting there, he was trading in the grandstand tickets he’d bought six months ago for two uncollected tickets for the circle and setting theseus loose on it. an hour after that, he was already exhausted and she was still going strong - pushing her little legs as fast as they could go, weaving around the adults in the crowd and dodging out of his line of sight in the exact moment that the crowd closed. “theseus-” he called, sharply, pushing through the wall of people with some force and scanning low to find her, calling out another once or twice. frantic dad gaze was fully in place by the time he heard her laughing, turning on his heel in time to watch her wave with the hand that wasn’t pressed into gracie’s. he wasn’t even mad, really, more relieved to see her safe, and before either could protest he strode forward to scoop her up with one arm and clap gracie on the shoulder, gratefully, with his free hand. “thanks, kid.”

[tempcsted]

𝐟𝐨𝐫: geraldine zhang ( @stainedglcss​​​ ) 𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: tier one / tutshill derby !

“won this for you.” it’s not exactly true, per se, but ideas like that rarely really mattered where tempest was concerned. the plushie is simply a burden now that the game for it is over: something about the joy being in the competition itself & not the prize. they’d approached the first somewhat familiar face they could pick out of the crowd with one simple thought in mind: waste not, want not. and if the fact that the plushie in question is a RAT were to disturb geraldine, well that would just be a coincidence, surely? who knows.

[petriichvrs]

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  the circle, tutshill racecourse  ! 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶  :  @dolors​ ( percy weasley )  !

"  i  chose  the  wrong  life  path,  ”  she  bemoans  as  way  of  greeting,  falling  down  beside  him  on  the  threadbare  picnic  blanket  and  throwing  one  sun  kissed  &  freckled  arm  over  her  face.  the  sunglasses  she  forgot  were  sitting  atop  her  head  dig  uncomfortably  into  where  they  press  at  this  angle,  but  the  pain  is  really  rather  helpful  when  it  comes  to  this  sorry  tale  ;  she’s  being  more  than  a  little  over  dramatic  for  someone  who  never  once  expressed  interest  in  hippogriff  racing  BEFORE  the  discovery  of  just  how  fun  it  looked,  but  general  discomfort  fuels  her  anguish.  “  i’ve  wasted  my  time  with  quidditch.  i’ll  be  washed  up  in  no  time,  if  you  think  about  it,  when  all  along  i  could’ve  been  a  brilliant  jockey,  experiencing  mild  to  moderate  success.  how  could  you  let  this  happen  to  me  ?  ”  

[volatiicus]

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  the circle, tutshill racecourse  ! 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁����𝙽𝙶  :  @tempcsted​ / @ddudleys​  !

"i heard one of them-” six men in four piece suits complete with pocket watches and out of place cigars; they’re not really flying under the radar even without the subtle jut of keira’s chin in their direction, but she avoids drawing their attention onto herself quite successfully, “say that minister’s logic is going to win the next race. he’s got it on good authority, too, if you believe in seers.” she’s not so sure that she does, but any help with the bookmakers went a long way. she’d have never offered the tip if she wasn’t fully on board with it, herself, and she’s already placed her ( potentially misguided ) bet on the hippogriff in question. with minutes to go before they kick off and her excitement slowly building, the giving of it feels like it could be her good deed of the day. “i figure the more that know, the more’ll benefit. why should the suited and booted get everything?”

[tempcsted]

𝐟𝐨𝐫: grace moody ( @graciieux​​​​ )   𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: tier one / tutshill derby !    

“you’ve got gum in your hair.” and there’s something wrong with tempest. there is not gum in grace’s hair, but they reach out and run their fingers through the ends anyway with a tut on their tongue and faux-concern in their eyes. how exactly are they hoping this will pan out ? it’s a mystery. moving closer, they set their drink on a makeshift table to free up both hands, wand pulled from their handbag. “d’you remember the spell to get it out?”