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( worn converse sneakers, wild red hair, the faint smell of cigarettes ) –– && it looks like beverly marsh has finally arrived in woodshore ( though she originates from stephen king’s it ). although known as a SLUT (UNTRUE) back home, here they are a forty year old FASHION DESIGNER, known to be LOYAL, but BROKEN. they were coaxed here with the promise of REUNITING WITH THE LOSERS. they remember HOLDING BACK RICHIE AT THE HOUSE ON NIEBOLT.

     “i used to know everything there was to know about this place,” regulus began, turning to the person next to him. “but everything that’s happened after my time is a little touch and go.” he smiled a bit, thinking about the changes made, how it just showed getting rid of voldemort, even though doing it fully took a long while, made this school healthy as it should’ve been. maybe it really could’ve been a home to him like this. like it had been for sirius. “sounds amazing now though and i’m glad to see puddifoot’s is still going after all these years.”

     “i don’t know what i should be feeling.” the wand, however, felt natural in bill’s hand, and he clenched the handle as though it would somehow bring everything else to the surface. content enough, he tucked it back into his robes, brows furrowing, confusion inherent in the lines on his forehead. “it feels familiar, like coming home. strange, isn’t it? i feel as though i must have had all of the answers once, but they’ve all... somehow slipped away.”

( fang-toothed earrings, the sanguine smell of undercooked steak, oversized coats ) –– && it looks like bill weasley has finally arrived in woodshore ( though he originates from harry potter ). although known as a CURSE-BREAKER back home, here they are a thirty-five year old archaeology professor, known to be COMPASSIONATE, but ALOOF. they were coaxed here with the promise of SEEING HIS FAMILY AGAIN. they remember NOTHING OF THEIR OLD LIFE.