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[heartlessbella]

Where: Outside the Hopping Pot in Carkitt Market Who: Anyone

Attending the Spring festival was the last thing Bella wanted to do with her free time, but a proper public image was everything. So she ventured through the decorated alleys, faking a smile here and there as she was forced to brush elbows with the lesser of the community. She kept to her usual haunts in Knockturn for as long as she could, stopping by the Grave Affair for another round of drinks before even attempting to withstand the crowds in Carkitt Market. Not bothering to hide the sneer of disgust as a group of children ran past, the witch moved towards the outskirts of the horde of sorcerors, only to find her path blocked as she reached the front of the bar. “Unless you’d like to be on the opposite end of my wand,” Her words accompanied by a rather annoyed tone, “I’d move now if I were you.”

[lestrangerthings]

Rodolphus & Open(ish) - Limited to anyone that won’t piss him off by showing up at the hospital St. Mungo’s private room, 21 March 1986 Trigger warning: hospital setting and referencing blood-replenishing potions

The hospital was one of the last places Rodolphus wanted to be. In truth, he had been ready to leave the moment he came to. Not his finest moment since it involved a mediwix immediately hovering over him and rushed words of needing to remain in bed. The evening before was a blur that involved distinctly remembering Andromeda screaming and little else. Several blood-replenishing potions and trying to wave off healing salves later, and he still couldn’t quite wrap his head around what happened. A werewolf attack of all things. The stubborn part of him had requested to go home just to be told they needed to make sure his wounds weren’t infected. Another twenty four hours at least for observation and his not being thrilled in the slightest since he wasn’t about to risk having the house elf get him things from home since that came with the risk of its fully alerting the family on things. Not bitten, just needing to accept permanent scarring along his face, neck, and chest. There had been minimal interest in looking at his reflection after the last round of healing salves and he intended to keep that streak until it turned into getting home. A knock at the door left him sitting upright, with a mask of disinterest immediately following suit.

“If you don’t have a book, I’m not interested in having company,” He muttered without bothering to look up. “Would appreciate knowing if the paper mentioned me by name, though."

[claudettetremblay]

When: April

Where: Gladrags Wizardwear

Who: Claudette + Open

After the way spring solstice unfolded, Claudette had taken herself off to France for a couple of weeks to destress. Something which seemed like a good idea at the start; enjoying glasses of wine in the evening sun, chatting with her friends from home and eating food that she couldn’t get in England. The reality was quiet different. As excited as she had been to see her siblings - or some of them anyway she seemed to have forgotten she would have to see her parents too. While her mother had warmed after Claudette gave in and married Alexander, Claude still couldn’t forgive her for it. She disliked her more than ever before, especially because all she ever did was remind her of how small and powerless she could be. Because of the necessary time spent with her mother, Claudette’s mood wasn’t improved all that much when she returned.

Still, when almost ran into someone as she was walking into the shop she smiled politely and apologetically. “Oh I’m sorry, I just needed to hurry out of that rain.”

[xandertremblay]

WHEN: 27TH MARCH 1968 WHERE: THE LEAKY CAULDRON WHO: OPEN

News travelled fast in Wizarding London (depending on who you knew, of course), and while he had heard murmurs about this and that from various conversations that surrounded him, nothing had grabbed his attention. Yet. Xander had positioned himself at the end of the bar, the Daily Prophet in hand, as he perused the paper while waiting for one of his associates. 

“It seems like a slow news day,” he muses, tutting his tongue, flipping to the puzzle segment of the paper. He’d always gotten bored quickly, much to his parents’ chagrin when he was younger. And it was a full moon yesterday, something that - no matter how hard he had tried - he’d always taken the care to track. He hadn’t been to see Mason, it had been years, and yet part of him still worried. 

“I suppose a slow news day is good.” A smile tugs at his mouth, not certain whether it was for his own benefit, or those around him. It had seemed lately that no news was good news. The difference was subtle (but present), particularly when he still travelled frequently between England and home, the former slowly changing before his eyes every time they returned.

[letoiledechue]

Sirius & Open Outside Sugarplum’s Sweet Shop

He should have offered to work the entire festival. A particularly dangerous thought, but Sirius couldn’t seem to shake it. Things would have been easier. More specifically, there would have been a counter to hide behind if it came to having to face ghosts of his past head-on instead of having to properly deal with them. Try as he may, there was never any shaking the more negative thoughts that accompanied attending Ministry sanctioned events. It wasn’t anything a little bit of alcohol couldn’t fix but he still wasn’t entirely in the mood for dealing with people. “You know,” He gave a dejected sigh a plopped a piece of fairy floss in his mouth, not bothering to look toward who he was talking to since not getting an answer was something he would have accepted. “One of the muggle bars managed to infuse theirs with enough vodka to get a good buzz. We need to step up.”

[roaringlilyevans]

where; outside of the leaky cauldron when; 27 march 1986 who; open starter

Lily hadn’t seen any of the boys after they disappeared for the evening to be with Remus during his transformation, but she was dying to know their take on the events of the night before, so during her lunch break, Lily headed to the Leaky Cauldron to bother Sirius during his shift. She had been cleaning up after herself and Remus in Slug & Jiggers, so she had missed all of the commotion until everything had already unfolded, but another  werewolf attack was something she knew they would all be concerned about. Even if Remus’ condition wasn’t common knowledge, there was always a danger to him whenever something like this happened. With all this on her mind, she wasn’t paying much attention to what she was doing, so when she apparated into the alley behind the pub, Lily nearly knocked into someone. “Oh bollocks, I’m so sorry,” she said, holding out a hand to steady the person.

[metamorphai]

LOCATION: Rosa Lee Teabag, Diagon Alley DATE: May 9th, 1986 FEATURING: Edward Tonks and . . .

Dawdling around Diagon Alley at 10 a.m, his day had a later start than usual. Apparating from Whitby and back within a week had taken it's toll on him. It was a brief stay. A much needed visit to see his relatives, with Ted insisting that he came to see them for his pre-mature birthday celebrations rather than the other way around. Given everything that happened as of late, he didn't feel secure in making any other decision. His family were safe at home. It would remain that way while he investigated the dangers emerging around the city.

Now back in London, it was all about his findings. It never stopped, really, the worry that didn't push from the back of his mind, even when at home. What could be next. . . or rather, who. Brought back to the present as his order was called from behind the counter, Ted paid for his breakfast pastry and cup of honeybush tea before seeking a place to rest. He approached an empty seat, hesitating before claiming it as the table itself was not empty. Shooting the person a bashful smile, he asked: "Do y' mind if I...?"

[daffodlis]

      lost amongst the sweeping shelves of the magical plant emporium, optioning flower arrangements for upcoming balls, narcissa found that she was in desperate need of a second opinion. with a list of preparations as long as merlin's beard was said to be, the black matriach had taken it upon herself to split the work between the mother daughter pair by way of swanning off to paris to handle the glamorous tasks, leaving narcissa with what could only be described as more... menial ones. not that garlands and bouquets weren't important nor that narcissa's immense grace and elegance meant that she didn't look wholly at home amidst the white camellias and chrysanthemums but she curses her mother's unavailability all the same. spinning on her heel with a well rehearsed flourish to face the nearest bystander, she urges them to dismiss whatever it was that'd been previously occupying them in favour of her needs that obviously required immediate attention. ❛   two questions. ❜ the blonde poses, raising two almost identical looking floral bouquets to her new found companion with an expression of fair bemusement. these were her mother's instructions after all and despite wanting to follow them exactly, narcissa thought far more highly of her taste than of anybody else's, ❛   do these look any different to you and if so, which is your favourite? ❜

[marysem]

TAILORED TO: anyone.

SETTING: the hopping pot, at the bar.

if  there's  one  thing  mary's  known  for  at  the  hopping  pot,  it's  for  their  bounding  creativity  and  having  the  absolute  time  of  their  life  creating  and  testing  out  all  sorts  of  drink  concoctions,  no  matter  how  they  ended  up  tasting.  not  for  the  first  time,  they  would  be  trying  out  a  new  drink  dubbed ever so special by  the  fresh  jar  of  honey  recently  gifted  by  a  neighbor.  it  called  for  special  attention  paid  to  the  drink  as  they'd  made  it,  which  came  in  the  form  of  the  garnishing  lemon  peel  lovingly  cut  into  what  they  thought  looked  like  bees.  they  were  definitely  bees,  from  one  or  two  different  angles–just  not  all  of  them,  maybe–and  in  just  the  right  light.

setting  the  tall  glass  down  in  front  of  the  patron  at  the  bar,  a  satisfied  upper  curve  of  their  lips  brightens  their  features  and  they  set  off  in  a  spiel  describing  the  drink  to  them.  “so  it’s  called  a  tequila  honey  bee,  and  i  made  the  honey  syrup  for  it  all  by  myself!  i  brought  it  with  me,  but  it  has  a  label  that  says  ‘do  not  touch  unless  your  name  is  mary,  you  fuckers’  on  it.”  maryse  was  quite  proud  of  that  one,  they  were.  “and  the  little  lemon  peels,  i  tried  cutting  into  little  bees.”  a  pause,  and  then  the  raise  of  a  brow  was  paired  with  the  slightly  more  demanding  lilt  to  their  voice,  “tell  me  they  look  like  bees.”

their  behavior  is  just  slightly  enhanced  from  their  normal  disposition,  helped  along  by  the  two  or  three  shots  taken  before  their  shift  after  a  chance  run  in  with  the  haunt  of  their  nightmares.

[ms-parkinson]

location: st. mungos

status: open (if they'd be at the hospital)

There was not much worse for Andressa than having to sit still. That wasn't something she had done for about six years now. It was one thing after another and now? Now she was forced to stay in a bed and relax. Who had time for that? She had tried to get some work done but the healers had taken her papers, leaving her only with a few books her father had dropped off. Bandages were visible on her chest, even with her silk pajama set. The last thing she was going to do was heal with a cotton gown on. She was in a hospital, not Azkaban.

Besides the bandages and being a little pale, Dre looked okay. Sure, a lot of it was makeup. Say what you will but Andressa Parkinson would not let something like a violent attack allow her to not look put together. But, much like when her mother passed, she wasn't dealing with just how she felt about everything. And this time she didn't have the Grave to distract her.

Her door was left open as she settled into her pillows. Merlin, she was bored. She took a deep breath before opening another book. "If this is another bloody romance," she muttered under her breath. "I don't know if I can deal with another ripped bodice."

[cordeliaeavan]

where: the Fountain of Fair Fortune when: 27 March 1986 (the day after the Spring Equinox Festival) who: Cordelia & open

The head healer of the Dai Llewellyn ward had finally cornered Cordelia and threatened to put her on administrative leave if she didn’t get out of the hospital, so Cordelia had been forced to vacate St. Mungo’s, at least temporarily. But her manager’s authority stopped on the other side of the enchanted mannequin, and there had been nothing to make Cordelia actually go home. She wasn’t really in the mood for being alone, or for dealing with her housemates’ sympathies over everything that had happened, so Cordelia had made an executive decision to head to a pub. The Hopping Pot was usually Cordelia's favorite haunt, but it was also where she’d started her night the previous evening and while she’d moved on before the attacks started she wasn’t terribly keen to revisit that location just yet. 

So Cordelia finally found herself in the Fountain of Fair Fortune. The pub was, in her opinion, nicer than the Leaky Cauldron, cleaner and cozier and the sisters who owned it were certainly easier on the eyes than old Tom. There was an additional advantage, today, in that it wasn’t the sort of place Cordelia’s former friends from pureblood high society were likely to set foot in, with the muggle music the Rosmerta sisters liked to play and the mixed heritage they tended to cater to. It was nice to have that extra layer of separation after what felt like her past and present colliding with so many purebloods in hospital beds in her ward.  Cordelia was a little surprised at how crowded she found the pub, considering it was still the afternoon, but it made sense that she wasn’t the only one who didn’t want to be alone right now.

Part of Cordelia wanted to order a very strong drink but another part of her, the part that was still a snob despite her best efforts, didn’t entirely trust the Fountain to stock gin that would suit her taste. Ultimately she settled for a glass of red wine and a stool at the end of the bar that was close enough to feel like she was a part of things despite not being here with a group. When she noticed someone hovering in her periphery, she waved at the stool next to her. “It’s not taken, if that’s what you want.”

@roaringlilyevans​

[rosalinedavis]

Location: Streets of Diagon Alley Date: May Open

It was a beautiful day out, and Rosaline intended to enjoy the sunshine. It felt like winter had lasted far too long and she wanted to enjoy every moment of sun that she could. She had gone to Moribund's earlier to get some paperwork done, she much preferred to get her work done early before the staff arrived and to get out before a problem undoubtedly would come up. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a man with a canvas and easel where a small crowd had gathered. Rosaline looked wistfully at it, wishing that she were the painter. She knew her wishes and desires 'didn't go in society' and so she was stuck watching art, enjoying art, in secret, when nobody was watching her.

She felt someone watching her, and she forced a smile on her lips. "It must be nice to just waste the day painting, don't you think?" She asked, her voice derisive.

[lestrangerthings]

Rodolphus & Open The White Wyvern - April 2, 1986

Bored didn't begin to sum up how Rodolphus was feeling. Work had insisted on his taking time off to recuperate, and he had more time on his hands than he was used to. After all, work practically consumed his time. A dedicated work ethic and simply thriving on focusing on anything but himself kept him happy to take on extra assignments.

Being at a standstill, however, left him willingly visiting the bar. His hair was conveniently at a length of being styled to cover the majority of the scar on the right side of his face, met with the frustration of shifting his head ever so slightly causing the whole mark to become visible. He wasn't overly vain, but there was still a level of self-consciousness that accompanied knowing there was a particularly nasty-looking scratch along his cheek and chin.

"If I wanted company, I would have invited you." He grimaced when the stool beside him was claimed, not ready to make small talk.

[dougalmckinnon]

x OPEN STARTER x Time: After the Event Where: On the Streets So much has gone down and a piece of himself was absolutely distraught he couldn't do anything to help the people who were hurt. He was happy his friends and loved ones weren't hurt, but he still wasn't able to help them. Even turning the werewolf into a duck, which was silly but he assumed would be helpful didn't work out. Now he just wanted to grab Annabeth, make sure Marlene was safe and head home to take a nice relaxing bubble bath before he had to go into work the next day and deal with the entire situation. "Look I just want to go home --" he wasn't sure who he was saying it too, but Dougal was tired and done.

[emsquig]

who: open !

where: the hopping pot, spring solstice festival

emma was not a particularly patient person. it was a trait that served her well in many aspects of her life- she usually claimed what she wanted personally and professionally- but it was not a trait serving her particularly well in the line at the bar, which was so long she could hardly see if there was even alcohol at the end. no, she was above this. extracting herself from the line, she simply walked along it until she reached the front. "hi. i'll pay you twice however much your tab is if you order my drink with yours."

[letoiledechue]

Sirius & Open Outside Medusa's Hair Enchantments April 5, 1986

Sirius had been long overdue for a hair touchup, with an excuse of adding glitter to his usual appearance serving as the more convincing option of getting a trim than simply needing to get rid of a few split ends. Streaks of red glitter could be seen among his curls, with the midday sun only seeming to highlight it.

"One of these days I'll give growing a beard a try for the sake of matching the hair," He chuckled upon spotting someone staring. "But for now, the glitter along where my sideburns should be is sufficient enough."