𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑙𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑙

          “ i will not be another flower,  picked for my beauty  &  left to              die. i will be wild,  difficult to find,  &  impossible to forget  ”

is that   EMMA VANITY   stepping out into diagon alley?   ministry records tell us that she was born on   OCTOBER 10, 1955   and is a   TWENTY-FOUR   year old  HALF-BLOOD   who works as a   CHASER FOR THE MONTROSE MAGPIES.   some have said that she can be described as being   CONFIDENT,  INQUISITIVE   &   LUMINOUS,   however,   she also sees herself as being   RETICENT,  DISDAINFUL  &  SELF-SERVING.   apparently,   SHE   look a lot like   MILENA TSCHARNTKE,   whoever that is,   and if she had to pick a side in the war,   she would choose to   REMAIN NEUTRAL.

CONTENT WARNING:   parental abandonment

Amycus hummed into the lip of his glass, the dragon barrel brandy swishing in his glass shining unnaturally under the light as his eyes scanned the inn. It was already busy and soon he was sure he would see an acceptable companion to share in the rest of his bottle, though the wait was already making him testier than normal. He could hear the shrill voice of a drunk girl he knew to be a mudblood from across the inn and the desire to just… 

He took a deep breath, turning back to the bar and downing his glass before gesturing for a refill and then again for the bottle to be left as well. Tonight would be the last time he would drink for months and he was hoping to make the most of it seeing as he was fully intending on making it all the way to the world cup with the team they had this year. The pressure was mounting, sure, but he could handle anything and the prospect of the signing bonus he would receive after having a world title under his belt was enough to make him only passingly sad that he wouldn’t drink again until the victory champagne hit his tongue.

He had other vices to indulge in its absence anyway.

He turned toward the figure suddenly blocking his light, his eyebrow rising as his face relaxed into the almost aimlessly harmless half grin he usually wore. He had been told it was rather disarming as a boy and hadn’t stopped wearing it since. “Are you trying to wave down the barman?” he asked, “Because you’ll never do it if you keep being as timid as you are.”

“No  I  don’t  work  here  anymore.”  A  few  months  as  a  bar  tender  was  enough.  Despite  her…affinity  for  the  content  of  the  job,  she’d  bloody  hated  having  to  give  people  exactly  what  they  wanted.  Not  that  auror  training  really  proved  much  different,  but  substance  of  the  two  made  the  difference.  And  yet,  even  then,  it  seemed  to  depend  on  who  you  asked  when  it  came  to  Marlene  McKinnon.  At  least  she  didn’t  have  to  serve  her  oldest  sister  and  her  work  friends  now,  but  it  didn’t  seem  she  was  all  that  happy  about  Marlene’s  wand  blasting  through  walls  instead  of  herself  conferring  with  delegates.  “But  if  you  ask  for  a  pint,  they  keep  the  really  big  glasses  in  the  back  so  you  get  the  smaller  ones  first.  Ask  them  about  it,  I  swear.”  She  grinned,  crystalline  eyes  glimmering  with  her  nonsense  words.

“  now,  I’m not so sure I’d even need to ask them, “   emma said,  absently looking past marlene and towards the bar.   “ I’ve always sworn to friends that the drinks seem to get bigger the longer the night goes on.  seems a good enough tactic to keep patrons longer,  too.”              emma had certainly made stranger idle small talk while waiting for the barkeep’s attention;                                      though she’d never had to devote this much thought to how bars kept customers around.   

Sipping on her recently ordered cup of tea, Narcissa’s eyes scanned over the pages of this mornings Daily Prophet. News of the Inferi sightings had already reached her before she’d had the chance to read the article herself, but she wasn’t about to let it ruin her plans for the day. The weather was nice, and she wanted to get out of the house for at least a few hours, so had made her way down to Diagon Alley for a look around.

With the streets being a little quieter than normal, it was easy for the witch to get a table outside the ice cream parlour where she could sit and enjoy the sun while she read.