#wizard:summerholiday88

[eansworths-blog]

After taking a few days to unpack and settle back into his old bedroom, Daniel was already itching to get out and go somewhere. Normally it would have been at least a few more days before he started getting antsy, but it was different this time. Without a return to Hogwarts looming on the horizon, a break to relax hardly seemed necessary. Besides, it wasn’t like a job was just going to fall into his lap. 

With this in mind, he’d made his way over to Diagon Alley- he still wasn’t sure what exactly he wanted to do, but it seemed as good a place as any to start. He picked up applications from a few different places, figuring he’d sort through them and fill out the ones he was most interested in once he got back home. Focused on the task at hand, he didn’t notice the familiar figure up ahead until he’d very nearly run into them. “Oh, sorry!” he apologized immediately, even though he’d managed to stop short of an actual collision. 

[scyre]

    { @clarabaes }

the brick building loomed before him as monty squinted up at it, a hand brought up to sheild his eyes as the light from the sun reflected off the plaque above the doors. GRINGOTTS was the only bank in the wizarding world, operated and managed by the goblins manning the desks past the atrium, and the slytherin would have been lying if he said he completely trusted them to manage his affairs. yet given no alternatives, the sayre family had maintained their vaults for as long as he could remember .. perhaps even longer than his parents could. at the thought of his parents, monty’s blood ran cold. would they have been callous enough to empty his personal vault? he had no key to the family vault so he knew that was off limits, which was fine, but if his own had been emptied? he’d be in quite the pickle... and if there was one thing desmond sayre worried about above all else it was being left with nothing but the few galleons that were safely tucked away at the bottom of his trunk. they certainly wouldn’t cover the few things he needed to prepare for the new school year even  I F  a lot of the books could be re-used. once he’d mustered enough courage to walk inside he approached one of the desks, informing the goblin that he wanted to access his vault. 

     the goblin peered down at him from below his eyeglasses ; calculating, curious. of what, monty couldn’t be sure .. but it left him unsettled.   “of course, mr. sayre.”  the goblin replied as he hopped down from his perch, crossing around to him. “...which one will you be visiting today?”  monty couldn’t help the look of confusion that shrouded his vision, an eyebrow arching as he turned over his key. “err, this one... i only have the one?”  the goblin simply shook his head as he motioned for monty to follow him down to the carts.  while the journey was not an unfamiliar one to the wizard, the path they travelled to access the vaults was DIFFERENT this time.  when it stopped with a jolt, monty frowned. this large vault with emeralds encrusted around the door looked unfamiliar and he wasn’t sure what they were doing there.  even after the goblin handed him a thick envelope and motioned for him to get out the blond was stunned.  yet he did as he was told, not without a series of undignified murmurs made under his breath, and ripped the envelope open.  he lept back when it ripped itself from his hands, twisting as if it were a howler and opening to reveal its message.

     “desmond, my darling,”  the letter cooed, its sound on the low side .. so much so that monty had to lean in to hear the soothing voice of his grandmother, elphadora sayre. she’d passed away when he was ten so it was a bit overwhelming to hear her voice again after so long. “... i hope by the time you hear this, it won’t sound quite so deafening. they’ve assured me it’ll quiet with time but one can only trust so much magic they don’t understand. but that’s enough of that, my boy, you don’t need to listen to the ramblings of an old woman. you’ve done enough of that ‘till now.  i know it’s wrong of me, but you’ve always been my favorite. a lot like your father, you see .. you remind me of how he was before he left home and married your mother. i won’t speak ill of her because she’s your mother and i’m sure you love her, but it’s never been a secret that we’ve had our... differences.”  monty  could practically hear the sneer in her voice and he couldn’t help but laugh, a swell of love rising within him as he strained to hear the rest of her words.  “it breaks my heart to know that your grandfather was just shy of being able to meet his namesake, and that the both of us will never get to see you grow into the extraordinary man i know you can be. your path is just that - your own, and even if you stray from where you think you should be, or feel lost, just know that you’ll always have a home.  live for yourself, my darling, and  N E V E R let anyone hold you back.”    as her words faded away the letter crumpled to dust before his eyes, dropping a single silver key into his hand as the pieces drifted away.  blinking slowly he turned the key over in his hand, swallowing hard when he saw the emblem of their family engraved on the handle.  the key twisted in the lock to the vault and with a turn of the handle he was able to push it open, eyes widening when he saw the towering stacks of gold and silver ; jewels, money, and more than his eyes could even take in. he leaned up against the door as he shook his head, laughter bouncing off the walls of the vault. he’d listened to his mother complain for years about the sayre fortune, how no one knew what had been done with it after elphadora’s death, and now he knew.  his grandmother had purposely kept it away from his parents and left it to him .. only to be granted access when he’d come of age.  another letter set atop a desk by the door explained just that and listed the address for a property that now belonged to HIM upon the event of his grandmother’s desk. 

                  it was a CASTLE.                                                                   he owned a bloody CASTLE. 

he decided to just take what he needed for the time being and tucked the key safely into his pocket, the papers for the house securely folded and stuffed in his bag before returning to the cart.  he’d leave the vault from his parents alone for now. after all, his grandmother had seen to it that her grandson would never go without .. even if her own son cast him away. she’d always known that he was different, that he’d never quite fit in with the rest of his family, and she’d seen always been his  C H A M P I O N ;  as a child, and now in death.  it was with a fond smile on his face that he apparated into claramae’s bedroom, intent on sharing news - both good AND bad with his girlfriend.  the room was shrouded in darkness and he nearly tripped as he appeared, squinting and casting a quick lumos charm to illuminate the room.  at first he’d assumed she was out somewhere and had been about to owl her when suddenly he spotted her curled up at the end of her bed, back against the footboard - on the floor - with her knees drawn to her chest.  with a muttered curse he crossed the distance between them in little to no time, kneeling down beside her and quickly pulling her into his arms. it didn’t take a genius to know she was  U P S E T  and while he wouldn’t press the witch for details until she was ready to talk he wanted to be sure she knew that he was there for her. no matter what.             

[sclwvns]

“ i definitely forgot how CROWDED places get as soon as the summer holiday starts, ” alecto said to one of her coworkers as they roamed the streets of diagon alley. “ then again, it’s also weird to think ––– oh ! ” she stopped as soon as she felt herself bump into someone. “ sorry about that, you alright ? ”

[doroteias-blog1]

      even though her work was based in hogsmeade, dorrie got a proper buzz out of london. the city she had grown so fond of in the past eight years was, without a shadow of doubt, her home. the diagon alley during the holidays, specifically, might be her FAVOURITE place for research. as someone who made a living out of talking about people, observing them was a natural part of her life. however, one didn't have to be so observant to notice the wix carrying what could only be describe as a ( MOUNTAIN ) of books, struggling not to drop all of them. "oi, babes" she approached them, trying to eye the person behind all the publications. "fancy a helping hand?"

[ccrstcirs]

     “merlin, this is delicious.”  the gryffindor sighed happily as she spooned another taste of ice-cream into her mouth. she’d never had this particular flavor before but it was to die for.  “i know i came over so we could watch dirty dancing but i’m not sure i can drag myself away from this .. even if it is bound to go straight to my hips.”  { @clarabaes }

[sybilmarlow]

LIKE this post if you would like a thread with either Sybil or Farrah during the summer holiday. Please specify if you would like a certain muse, if not I’ll choose randomly or will do both of them.

[roscxlinda-blog]

to get the ball rolling on roz, feel free to drop a like so i can write us some nice starters ! there’s a high chance that’ll hop onto your messages for some plotting, be warned.

[frcmashess]

     “i just barely managed to get marks high enough to get into snape’s advanced potions class. can you blame me for spending half the summer studying? he’ll be looking for any excuse to kick me out.”  { @clarabaes }

[cepheus-black-blog]

( & @ignicorsnadia )

Cepheus tapped his foot nervously. It wasn’t the first time he’d seen Nadia outside of school, but since asking her out at the end of the year festival the context of the time has changed.  He knocked on the door, waiting patiently for it to open.

[wcrbecks]

     “i dunno why we were never allowed to have dogs at the castle.” ansem remarked as the tiny puppy in his arms yawned, its tongue lapping at his cheek. he laughed as he gave it a scratch behind the ears, setting it down and watching as it ran off to join its friends. “they’re much friendlier than cats.” { @jasonmacmillan }

[bryony-peters-blog]

( & @sbastians )

“Oh, um, excuse me,” Bryony called out.  “I think you dropped this.”

[scyre]

     since we’ve moved onto the new summer event i’m going to be dropping all of my previous threads on monty in order to focus on the current timeline !  please  L I K E  this post if you’d like a starter from either desmond, pippa, alaric, or ansem!  depending on muse and my levels of laziness at the current time, you might get a starter on multiple muses or you can specify which one you’d like to interact with by hitting the good ‘ol reply button down below !!

PLEASE NOTE: THIS STARTER CALL IS NOW CLOSED.

[fainuu-blog1]

       wizard glasgow was often forgotten during duncan's summer holiday, in which he preferred to spend time with his family rather than risk running into any of his classmates. that wasn't working out at ALL, since he had already bumped into pippa carstairs that one time, so he decided to not wait until he was at the diagon alley buying supplies to check out the latest nimbus broomstick. his nose was pressed against the window and his eyes g l i t t e r i n g at the gorgeous broom when he recognized a face too familiar inside the shop. "you got to be shitting me!" he cursed, entering the store. + @alannahpls

[prcdigys]

     “it’s a bit early to be shopping for books for next year, don’t you think?”  { @clarabaes }

[ccrstcirs]

    though her father had agreed to take it easy over the summer in order to spend time with his only daughter, that didn’t mean that he was completely excused from work. the week in question had them in glasgow and thankfully, after stopping at three different museums, the gryffindor had managed to convince her father to take them somewhere less educational and more fun.  she hadn’t, however, expected to run into any of her schoolmates ... yet there was duncan fainu’u in all his glory. great.  she could only wince when her father - in a voice that was far too loud for public, asked her if ‘that one’ was her quidditch player boyfriend.  “no.” pippa replied with a roll of her eyes and a scowl, arms crossing over her chest. “...that was dustin, daddy.  W R O N G   { T E R R  B L E }  quidditch player.”    she didn’t feel bad about her comments as she shrugged her shoulders. when they started winning matches, she’d be a little less snarky.  { @fainuu }

[wizardhq]

     hi guys! just a reminder that the end of the ic summer writing period is rapidly approaching! the start of term event will start on september 3rd ooc, which is sunday. i’m thinking i will post the event information on friday so everyone can take a look at it. it should be noted that no one will be forced to close out / stop their threads from the summer, but if you personally think you’ll lose muse for summer threads, then its suggested you work towards closing them out starting friday, so you have then until the end of saturday to get them to a place you want them to be.