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[crabbeapple]

Sun-Filled Days of Youth || May 30 1970

Date: May 30th, 1970 Time: 11:45AM Location: Hogsmeade

It was a rare occasion in the village of Hogsmeade: the perfect coinciding of a beautiful late-spring day with a scheduled visit for the students of Hogwarts. The weather was sunny and warm enough to be considered summery, with the gentle hint of a breeze keeping heat from getting too uncomfortable. The streets of the village were teeming with teenagers, all chattering and laughing, enjoying the freedom of some time away from the school grounds. It was one of the last scheduled Hogsmeade weekends before the end of term and certainly the final one before end-of-year examinations rolled around and drove the carefree attitudes out of everyone.

Septimus Crabbe didn’t care about the NEWTs looming in his future. His parents and teachers and even his elder sisters did, as they’d all been nagging him more and more over his final year at the school to get his act together if he wanted to make anything of his life, but he couldn’t really be bothered to care too much. He was eighteen now, an of-age wizard for more than a year, and he had no interest in listening to people nattering at him. His parents and most of his sisters were easy to ignore at least. He’d left home the previous summer, after all, and he could easily bat away the owls that tried to deliver their nagging letters to him. His sister Theia, with whom he’d lived since fleeing the Crabbe manor, was one of the few people who had his back.

‘Whatever,’ she’d said at Easter, watching him toss the charred remains of their father’s Howler into the bin. ‘Just focus on what you’re good at and what you enjoy. Fuck the rest.’

He was happily determined to follow that advice. At least tiny Professor Flitwick believed in him. The Charms professor was one of the only teachers that even seemed to like him and had been encouraging his talent in Charms for years. He was also one of the only people, other than Theia and Ramsey, who Sep had told about his plans for what he wanted to do after graduating. Yeah, old Flitwick was a good’un. One of the only good things about bloody school.

At the moment, school was far from Sep’s mind however. He’d just stepped out of Honeydukes, pockets heavy with sweets and little more on his mind than finding somewhere shady to sit and eat them. The air felt particularly fresh after wading through the crowds in the shop and he paused for a second to enjoy it, before setting off in the direction of the edge of the village, where he might find some privacy to eat candy and smoke. 

Only to be jolted unceremoniously to one side as a tide of excited Third years raced by, stampeding towards The Three Broomsticks like it was their first time in the village. 

“OI!” shouted Sep after them, gesturing rudely. “Look where you’re fuckin’ going! Bloody idiots. D’you see that?” he demanded at no one in particular, though the street was crowded enough that he had a bit of an audience. “Oughta bloody hex ‘em just to teach ‘em a lesson!”

[perennialgrace]

Out of Place ~ Stripper AU ~ Open

As Daisy had exited the library twenty minutes earlier, hopped up on caffeine and really not in the mood to go home and continue studying, she had decided to go and visit her boyfriend at work. It had been more than a week since she’d seen him between her studies and his ridiculous hours, and she knew he was off relatively early tonight. Altogether an excellent plan.

Now that she was here, though, with more than half an hour until Tilden was finished work, it was dawning on her that it maybe hadn’t been such a brilliant idea. Given where he worked, and all. She’d thought about just waiting outside, but it was cold out, and the bouncer kept giving her odd looks. Not to mention, it was really just as awkward to wait outside a strip club, as it would be to go inside. What if someone saw her?

So here she was, inside Studio 9 3/4, and she didn’t think she’d ever felt quite so out of place in her life.

Daisy made her way through the club toward the bar, doing her very best not to look at anything or anyone. Ugh. She must look just as out of place as she felt, wearing study clothes and carting around a bag heavy with her laptop and various textbooks. She was barely even old enough to be in here and indeed the bouncer had looked awfully closely at her ID before letting her in— as if she’d go to the trouble of using a fake just to get into a strip club!

Now inside the club, Daisy slipped her phone from her pocket to text Tilden that she’d arrived, but also as an excuse to keep her eyes down and avoid catching a glimpse of anyone less-than-fully-clothed as she made her way toward the bar. The downside to that was that she wasn’t properly looking where she was going, and she soon crashed into someone, her phone slipping from her grasp in the process. “Oh! Sorry!” she exclaimed, not actually looking at whomever she’d bumped into as she fumbled to catch her phone.

[edgarbonesknows]

Strange Sights Under Dancing Lights || Open || Stripper AU

Pink lights reflected off his computer screen, flashing rhythmically to the music which was pulsing in the background. Edgar munched absentmindedly on a french fry as he stared at the screen through thick-rimmed glasses, reading over the paragraph he had just written.

Some of the patrons at the club might think this to be a rather distracting environment to be writing a research paper for a popular nature magazine, but Edgar would argue with them. He had become so accustomed to the smells, sights, and sounds at the strip club that he actually found the place almost meditative. He’d never been someone who could write in complete silence to begin with, and the noise of the club turned out to be the perfect sound for stimulating his brain. 

What was rather distracting, however, was the reason he spent so much time in Platform 9¾ to begin with. That reason being his boyfriend, the handsome bartender who was currently nodding boredly along with a story he was being told by a giggling gaggle of gay men. Edgar peered over the top of his laptop briefly to chuckle at the sight, knowing how much Igor hated small talk. Or any talk at all when patrons were involved. 

Turning his eyes back to his paper, he chewed on his lip as he read a sentence over for the fifth time, trying to figure out how to reword it to feel more natural. It wasn’t flowing correctly, but he wasn’t sure how else to clearly iterate what he was saying.

While he was contemplating this dilemma, the shadow of a body silhouetted by the lights sat down next to him and tapped on the bar to get the nearest bartender’s attention. Edgar was too distracted to really pay the person much mind as they waited for their drink, assuming they were just another person who would take their drink and return to the show. He had purposefully taken a bar seat in the far corner, away from any good view of the stage. People hardly ever sat next to him unless the place was crowded, but it wasn’t overly busy that evening. It was the middle of the week after all, and most people had work the next day. This person had specifically chosen to sit next to him.

After a long few minutes, he became oddly aware that a pair of eyes were on him. A shiver ran through his spine as he glanced up to realize that the person next to him was simply staring rather than trying to order a drink. Though he new that he must look odd, he also knew he wasn’t the oddest sight in the club and eyes rarely questioned him for long, so it was a bit off-putting to have them on him now. 

“Err,” he started, not entirely sure how to react. Clearing his throat he tried again, “Um … is there something I can help you with?” He winced. Though his tone had been honest, he couldn’t help but feel that was a fairly rude thing to say. Chewing on the inside of his lip, he waited before trying again, hoping the other person might say something before he started rambling awkwardly to try and sound more polite.

[vermiculus-incipiens]

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Be sure to check out the following open starters that are still waiting to be taken!

Those Castle Walls - New father James Potter is eager to be the first one to show his son around the beloved village of Hogsmead, but he soon finds that he and Harry aren’t alone in the quiet streets. Who is it who has stumbled upon them? Are they a friend or foe?

Untitled Open - Remus Lupin is running errands in Diagon Alley when he discovers a commotion that’s bizarre even for the odd shopping district. Could your character have a hand to play in the mischief or are they just another cowed bystander?

Untitled Stripper!AU Open - Set in the always-fun Muggle AU where all of the characters work/frequent the popular Studio 9 3/4 club, Remus Lupin is nervously visiting the club for the first time. Your character could be a dancer, another employee or simply someone else enjoying the atmosphere of the infamous Studio!

[on-borrxwed-time]

Those Castle Walls | open | Aug 14th 1980

The village was quiet today. Actually, it was always astonishingly calm whenever he visited outside of the Hogwarts’ calendar, but it never ceased to surprise him. Without the kids clamouring the streets and the rush of business owners wanting to earn their monthly wages with their help, it all felt like a different world. 

Throughout the years, Hogsmeade was a background of so many of his memories. Some fond, some a bit less, but it always carried a sense of homecoming. Hogsmeade was as much of a home to him as Hogwarts was. 

There was, however, a small influence brought on by a certain godfather - one that had threatened promised to be the first one to show Harry the school, preferably by pretending to be a well-behaved dog on his first train ride. And James was having none of that. 

Spurred on by the ancient need to be the first one to introduce Harry to the magical world and having such a debilitating feeling of dread that Sirius could ever up him in the endeavour, he did the only logical thing he could think of - he grabbed Harry and then his stroller, followed by a bunch of toys and poofed them into Hogsmeade.  

Of course, a two-week old new-born couldn’t really appreciate the effort or the views, but it was almost therapeutic for James. Being this close to Hogwarts it simply had to bring in the feeling of comfort. And frankly, he needed a space to think - something that a child’s cooing wasn’t disturbing but a house full of excited uncles (and one aunt) was. And there was a lot that he had to think through. A lot that he technically has been already trying to mull over long before Harry was even born, but he had never made any conclusive decisions. The war and their involvement in it - perhaps he should step down from the Order now that he was responsible for more people, - being only a few most important ones.

They have already made it all the way from the village back to the closed gates when he realised they weren’t alone. A person apparated nearby, perhaps someone with a business with the school, but he couldn’t really see the face of the newcomer to be able to tell who it was. And if his hand closed instinctively on his wand then it was unconsciously done. 

‘Who’s there?’

[unchainedxandromeda]

Shopping Expedition || July 28 || Andie & Open

Andie double-checked her list and the things she had collected so far. With Lily’s due date coming up so quickly, she wanted to be sure she was prepared ahead of time. It was always a game of chance as to the baby arriving early, on time, or late, but Andie never liked to leave things up to fate. She had plenty of supplies at home for her general needs, but less for childbirth specifically. 

Honestly, she was also taking a moment just to enjoy being out without Dora. During the school year, Dora was in a Muggle primary school; during the summer, she had a babysitter when Andie had to be out, but she liked to be with Dora as much as possible. Today however . . . well, they had upended the house at least twice and Dora still got paint all over her hair and the walls of her bedroom and somehow the ceiling of the bathroom? Andie didn’t even want to think about that. And it had all happened before lunch! So she had been very happy to hand Dora over to the sitter after lunch, and head out to run her errands.

Having checked her list one more time, she waffled briefly, torn between the urge to be at home with her daughter and the need for just a few more minutes solitude. Eventually, the selfish side won out - Andie had always been a little selfish, although she usually fought it off when it came to Dora. There was a little tea shop not too far off and she turned in that direction, weaving between the passers-by with little difficulty, for the most part. “Oh, beg your pardon,” she murmured as she bumped into someone else. “Did you drop this?” She bent down to pick up the notebook that seemed to have appear from nowhere and held it out.

[thelionwolf]

Summer’s Treat || Remus & Open || June 21st, 1980

It was late when Remus found himself looking through the glass of the freezer section in a distracted manner, thoughts elsewhere as he walked through the isles slowly. Above his head, the harsh fluorescents of the corner store flickered, humming loudly in the quiet shop. The setting sun had cooled the city, but the air conditioning inside was a welcome relief from the thick summer heat that still lingered outside.

Opening the door decidedly, Remus carefully selected a few containers of ice cream and placed them in his basket, already containing a random assortment of chocolate, hot crisps, and peanut butter. Moving away from the freezer at last, the werewolf approached the front counter, setting the items on top. Glancing briefly behind the cashier with a few short words, he added a packet of tobacco to the collection. To anyone looking onwards, it would appear as if the wizard had little regard to his health and likely a bad drug habit. While he couldn’t exactly argue against this, that wasn’t his motivation for his trip to the store that day.

He handed the man several coins and exited the shop, eyes instinctively glancing across the street and scanning the area. The werewolf paused only long enough to place a cigarette between his lips and light it before starting off down the street to his left. He hadn’t moved more than a few steps, however, when the bag in his hand split at the bottom, the contents of his shopping trip spilling out onto the street and rolling down the sidewalk.

“Shit-“ Remus cursed, still balancing his cigarette in his lips as he bent down to retrieve the items. Just as he was reaching for one of the containers of ice cream, however, he felt his hand connect with another, both moving at the same time to pick it up.

[emmelinevrp-blog]

Life is but a dream || OPEN

Even now, Emmeline could smell the blood. It’s been hours, two since they left the surgery room, one since the girl they operated open her eyes. It didn’t make sense, none of it, not the deep cuts a five-year-old should have never been through, not the tears in her eyes when she first appeared at the hospital, scared and so small Emmeline felt as if she was about to disappear; not the lack of any adult despite an old-aged neighbor, and the convulsions of her body as they fought to keep her awake - alive. The witch thought more and more about it yet it never made sense, never would; as healers, they made a vow to fight and protect, not with weapons but rather with their knowledge, the flick of their wand as they healed, cured. Keeping it wasn’t hard, the difficulty came with questions: why kids were hurt, why people suffered, why innocents beard so much pain sometimes.

Lisa, a little girl, a half-blood, somebody whose parents laid dead somewhere, somebody alone and hurt; breathing, yet in so much pain, even now, even sleeping.  How would it be once she woke up? Once somebody told her of mum and dad, of how alone she was - of how much fear she would have to deal with now, no matter how many potions and spells kept her alive. Emmeline wanted to be there; she wanted it so much, not to see her struggle but to try and make it easier, no matter things would never be easy. She wanted to hug her and tell things would be alright, despite the lies, to somehow help, make sure somebody would take care of her. Lisa was alone now and her doctor had just left, forced by her boss who noticed the bags under her eyes, the silent sobs, the way she moved as if a shadow would take over and leave no trace of who she was.

She wanted to call herself selfish, wanted to fight her boss decision, to scream and cry and help… yet she was staring at the door of her apartment, freezing, shaking, a little more broken than the day before. “I have to go in.” Mumbling, Emmeline fought these thoughts, searched for the key inside a bag, fingers trembling, keeping her legs steady - as steady as it could. Moving was somehow easy if she didn’t think about it, but how couldn’t she? Her thoughts traveled back to the little girl, of how she might limb for the rest of her life, because the deepest of the bruises were in her left thigh; imagined somebody doing it to her, enjoying the screams and the blood and… how couldn’t she hate the world a little bit more? Finally she went in, let the bag on a table, took off the uniform, her clothes, allowed her eyes to take notice of the blanket on the sofa, all pads spread through the floor.

Soon her head wasn’t there anymore, but rather deep in unconsciousness, her body taking over as she slept, not peacefully.  It started soon, the usual nightmares, the scene again, repetitively, of the moment Lisa entered the hospital. This time the ending was different, this time nobody congratulated her on the successful surgery, rather screaming at her for letting the girl died, and then it went back, to the moment she was attacked, and she watched if, unable to do anything but stare, her own mind imagining the moment, the spell, the wounds, the screaming; her own screaming mixed to it once she woke up, breathless and tired. She held her hand above her chest, waited as it calmed down, hoping she would get up soon, take a shower and dress up again, live her life no matter how difficult it had always been; the nightmare still followed her though, way too vivid.

There is, until the doorbell rang. “Who- who is it?” She flinched, too afraid, scared. Could it be Lisa’s attacker? Could it be somebody getting to her, angry for she helped saving the girl? Could it be a friend instead of an enemy, and yet… yet she wasn’t in any state to have a visitor. She walked carefully, not a second before her wand was secured tightly in her hand, and used Accio to bring a robe, allowing it to keep her body from the cold. “Say your name and I’ll open.” Holding her breath, Emmeline did the only thing she could: hoped.

[imarymac-blog1]

uncertainties || Mary and Tilden || March 1, 1980

@plantsandpotions Date: March 1, 1980 Location: The Three Broomsticks

Sometimes Mary needed to go back to the safe, the familiar. Her family home had been that once, but since her father’s death, it was just a reminder of the dangers of this war. Mary knew she should visit more. But seeing her mother’s continuing sadness was too much for Mary to deal with for any great length of time. So she sent cheery letters by owl almost daily along with funny notes and treats for her mother. They spoke often via Floo too. It was just being there, being home that got Mary down. She was always half expecting her father to come walking through the door. It didn’t matter that it had been a year already. Mary was felt like she was constantly just looking for him. It was hard enough dealing with her own grief. She couldn’t shoulder the burden of her mother’s full time as well. And at least Mary’s grandmother was there. 

With home being out, though, Mary had decided to take a walk through Hogsmeade. The village always reminded Mary of fun weekends off with friends. She had been so happy then, so carefree. Compared to now anyway. Her stomach rumbling reminded Mary that she had only had a coffee this morning before leaving the house. Checking her watch, Mary saw that it was about lunch time anyway. Her feet turned almost of their own accord towards The Three Broomsticks. She had been bound to end up there at some point today anyway. 

Walking in, Mary’s eyes scanned the room for any familiar faces. After a double glance, Mary saw Tilden Toots sitting at one of the tables. Though they weren’t close, Mary liked her fellow Order member. They were good enough friends for the length of time they had known each other anyway. 

Heading in his direction, Mary dropped down into the seat across from the young man. “Hey, Tilden! Mind if I join you?” Straight to the point, that was Mary. 

[the-wolf-within-blog]

These Aching Bones || Remus & OPEN || March, 1980.

Remus had no idea what hurt more, to be still with nothing to focus on but the aching of his body, or to move and strain his sore muscles, bones and joints. As he limped through the surprisingly empty streets of Diagon Alley, he was thankful that no one was around that early in the morning, or his beaten up aspect, filled with dirt that covered bruises that covered fresh cuts, would’ve certainly risen questions.

Breathing felt like an agony. He had to stop every few minutes to catch his breath, head spinning from the pain. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had such a rough full moon. Then again, it had been a long time since he’d last spent one alone, his friends having all been busy that particular night. James was still recovering from the age-reversal attack, Sirius was probably dealing Merlin knew how with his own inner conflicts, and Peter was stuck at work. The absence of his friends had made the wolf anxious and aggressive, more violent than usual. What was worst, he’d ended up getting way too close to civilization. Thank God he hadn’t come across anyone.

He needed to get some medicine for his sore body. It was the only reason to why he’d ventured downtown before even heading home to make himself look decent. The pain was too much.

He stopped for the fifth time, aching back resting against a wall, as he fumbled his pockets for the pack of cigarettes. His hands were shaking badly, and it took him longer than usual to take out one of the thin little bastards. Fuck, even his fingers, bloody and with broken nails, hurt, knuckles stiff and covered in cuts. He was screwed. A screwed monster, too pathetic and too weak to really scare anybody. He was so tired. He felt like his soul was giving away under the weight of its own existence. Like he was going to dissolve into dust and ashes any minute now.

Struggling with the tremors of his joints, Remus tried to hold the cigarette between his lips to light it, but before he could put it in his mouth, his hands jerked violently out of pure anxiety and the fag fell to the ground.

“Bloody hell” the man cursed under his breath in a hoarse, dry voice. For a moment, he considered leaving it there, the mere thought of bending over to pick it up causing him to wince. But his chest ached for the relief of a smoke, that addictive sensation that he was slowly killing himself without knowing, and to be honest, he didn’t have a lot of money. It was better not to waste a single one of those cigarettes. Trying not to groan too loudly as pain shot through his body, he kneeled, hand stretched towards the fag, when a pair of feet came into view right in front of him.

Surprised that someone else would be there at such early hour, the man raised his head, squinting when the morning light hit him square in the face.

“Hello?”

[crabbeapple]

Walking Off Nightmares || Sep and Daisy || May 5, 1980

Date: May 5th, 1980 Time: early morning Location: Diagon Alley, London @daisyhxxkum

Septimus Crabbe stared through the shop window of Pettichaps and boggled at how little he knew about kids. He’d been a father for several months now and he wished that made him an expert, but as he looked at the wide selection of cloth nappies (‘Self-cleaning!’), baby blankets (‘Enchanted with the best Warming charms!’) and assorted grow suits (‘Available in Hogwarts house colours!’), he still felt utterly lost. One shop over, the morning sun was glinting off of the many glass eyes of Twinkles Telescopes, while on Sep’s right a grouchy eagle owl was glaring at the pigeons that strutted around the cobbles outside of Belchers Bottled Beers, the little brewery located under Flourish and Blotts. It was quiet in Diagon Alley this early in the morning, but the shops were close to opening and here and there, Sep spotted shopkeepers arriving at their businesses to prepare for the new day.

Grim snuffled around his feet, occasionally tugging on the leash when one of the pigeons fluttered enough to catch the big dog’s attention. The rottweiler was well-trained, though, and wouldn’t give chase while Sep held the other end of the lead.

Despite the peaceful morning, Sep wasn’t feeling very at ease. He’d woken with a start an hour earlier, jolting from a nightmare that had left his heart beating fast and sweat on his brow. Nightmares were nothing new to him, he’d had them all his life, but lately it felt like they were getting worse. More lucid. More frequent. He tried to brush them aside, to tell himself it was nothing, just the stress of the war. It was getting harder to ignore them, though. No matter how much he told himself the violence of the Dark Lord’s cause didn’t bother him, it seemed to stir up memories he wished he could forget.

So he’d left the house in search of something that could take his mind off the lingering images in his head. The quick excuse of taking the dog for a walk had gotten him out the door and his feet had led him here to Diagon Alley, with the half-formed plan of buying something for Wee Vinnie. He just wasn’t sure what yet. All he knew was that whenever his nightmares dragged him back to thoughts of his childhood, thinking about his son helped push the memories away again.

He was alerted to someone else’s presence nearby when Grim barked, just once. A greeting and a gentle warning. Patting the dog on his broad head, Sep glanced over his shoulder, speaking before he’d even caught sight of who might be approaching:

“Oi, what d’you reckon is better, a little Slytherin jumper or one of them grow suits with the hippogriffs on them?”

[perennialgrace]

It’s Over!

It’s over! I passed!

Well, almost everything. But I passed! It’s done! I never have to take an exam again!

[apromisetoeveryone]

Oliver || Walden & Tilden || February 15th, 1980

Date: February 15th, 1980 Time: 10:55am Location: The 1980 Magi-zoology Exhibition

Walden didn’t like this, he didn’t like this at all. He’d grown comfortable on his own, drowning in his drink and potions, it wasn’t like him to spend a day in the sun, surrounding by a boisterous crowd that was cheering for more than a pint. The only part of this he didn’t hate were the animals crawing and cooing at him from their cages.

“Com’on lad! You’re holding me up! I don’t want to look at those lazy dinosaurs any longer than I have to.”

Walden snorted, staring into the Erumpent pen a moment longer just to bug his grandfather who was slowly daughtering away towards a line of cages filled with many different species of magical birds.

This was another reason he hated today. The home where he had been keeping his grandfather had so kindly allowed him a day out with the promise from him that he would be watching out for the man and caring for him. Walden’s boss had instructed him to come to the exhibition already, otherwise he wouldn’t have even considered it, but he figured he might as well have some company while he traipsed around a travelling zoo, surrounded by many species of creatures that he knew exactly how to kill and few that he had executed before. It had been a while since he’d put on a show with his grandfather.

The man was a vulnerability, but not so much that Walden couldn’t benefit from waving his vulnerability around like a flag, secure the idea in people’s head of a man who was gruff on the outside but had a soft heart. He’d spent so many days lately locked in his flat, half-comatose due to a mix of drugs and alcohol, he hadn’t had time to parade this mask about.

“The fuck’s wrong with you, kid? Can’t even keep up with an old man!”

Walden sauntered to catch up with his grandfather, snorting a laugh. “Pops, you know you can’t talk like that around here. There are kids - and I’m thirty bloody years old, so I’m not one of those kids anymore.”

The old man huffed and Walden honestly wasn’t sure whether the man had forgotten he was thirty or if he was simply annoyed at being told off. “Well I’m a hundred fucking years old and I’ll fucking curse if I fucking want to.” As he spoke, he waved his cane wildly about. Walden snapped a warning, but too late, the old man’s cane had already smacked someone in the head.

Snatching up his grandfather’s wrist, he forced him to put his cane down, rolling his eyes. He turned to look at the person who had been hit by the can. “Sorry about that.”

[vermiculus-incipiens]

Hey all! Looking for new threads? Here are a few open starters still waiting to be taken!

The Boggart - Igor Karkaroff’s workday is interrupted by the discovery of a boggart lurking in the bookshop. Will your character help get rid of the fearmongering pest? Or will things only get more complicated as the boggart’s form starts changing to show everyone’s darkest fears?

Strange Sights Under Dancing Lights - Set in the Stripper!AU, Edgar Bones is working on an article at Studio 9 3/4 when he is approached by someone. But who is it? 

Dark Nights - Another set in the Stripper!AU, this starter features Walden Macnair, who is taking a break between dances and is approached by a shadowy figure in the alleyway behind the club. What could happen next?

[lxxnymoony]

Where: Diagon Alley When: Tbd With: Open

There was nothing abnormal about Diagon Alley that day, at least not for war times. Some businesses remained open out of sheer stubbornness of both the customers and the proprietors, there would always be shopping to be done, no matter the state of the world at large. Remus himself was unable steer clear of the shops, purely out of necessity. There were potions he needed to heal himself after his monthly transformations, especially now that he no longer had the luxury of Madame Pomfrey’s care every month.

At least nothing seemed abnormal until Remus stumbled upon a gathering crowd. For a moment he felt a small sense of panic, his first assumption being that there was another attack. Already his hand was on his wand as he carefully shouldered his way through the crowd, only to be brought up short by the sight of what was drawing everyone’s attention.

There was cow in the alley. Just a normal black and white milk cow, bearing bell and all. He stood for a moment, with a baffled look on his face, before tilting his head as if trying to come to terms with the sight. 

“Huh. How do you reckon that got there?” he murmured. The question was mostly posed to himself, but was certainly loud enough for whoever stood next to him to hear it.

[cherrybomb-witch]

Safari || Marlene & Sirius || Feb. 16th, 1980 || Magi-Zoology Exhibition

“Hold him against your chest, there. Just like a baby. He’s not as timid as most demiguise, but make no sudden movements or raise your voice”.

Marlene gasped as the caretaker slipped the warm body of silvery hair into her arms. The demiguise immediately wrapped his arms around her neck,making a soft, gentle purr and nuzzling closer.

His hair was a soft as a dandelion’s and it shone like moonlight. The blonde witch was for a moment, frozen on the spot and gripping the creature with trembling hands. Then the demiguise pulled away slightly and looked up at her with large doll-like eyed and slowly, touched her face with its soft fingers. A slow grin spread across Marlene’s features.

“Hullo there, gorgeous” she whispered calmly, daring to rub the creature’s back fondly, marveling at the softness of his fur. The demiguise purred once more and rubbed her cheekbone. His long white facial hair have him the aspect of a furry old wise man, his touch innocent and soothing.

“He likes you. Looking you in the face shows that he trusts you. He’s not usually that trusting” the care-taker observed.

Marlene giggled quietly and looked back at the demiguise “The feeling is mutual”.

The demiguise was actually starting to doze off. Marlene buried her gave in his hair. It smelled like baby shampoo. Innocence washed over her in a nostalgic wave as she closed her eyes.

Suddenly, someone bumped against her from behind and she let out a startled cry. The demiguise made a high pitched sound and then vanished from sight. Marlene could still feel him wrapped firmly around her frame, but the creature had turned invisible once now that its peace had been disturbed.

“You startled him! Ouch!” Marlene gasped, turning around in mild annoyance while an invisible finger poked her eye.

She blinked, however, when she found no one was standing behind her. Confused, Marlene searched in various directions before it actually occurred her to look down. That’s when she saw the black labrador, and her expression immediately softened. Oh well, she could hardly get mad at an animal. The dog hadn’t meant any harm.

“Oh! Hello, buddy!” she smiled, handling the (still invisible) demiguise back to the caretaker before kneeling in front of the dog. She raised her hand so that it would take in her scent before scratching behind it’s ear “Well, you’re a handsome boy. Way too handsome to go around without a collar? Where is your owner? Are you lost?”