fire me with daring

Gabi needed assistance. She wasn’t too proud to admit to that. Even though she’d been in the country almost a year now, she still wasn’t that great with British names and faces. They all sort of blended together in her mind. Her coworkers and her friends, those she knew. Her family she’d always known. Everyone else? It was iffy.

Which made hunting down Not-Draco-Malfoy and dropping spiders down his shirt rather difficult. What was she supposed to, just find the ponciest places in Britain and hang around until he showed up? No thanks. She needed a plan.

“Eez there a directory, of wix in zis country?” She asked, staring down at a map from her seat. “Or like, an address book?”

Looking up at a somewhat out of place accent, Flora tilted her head to the side and considered the witch in front of her. Folding her portfolio closed, she turned to the other woman. “British wixen are a private bunch,” Flora said. “The Ministry has records but they’re not available to the public,” she explained. Eyeing the witch curiously, Flora asked, “Who are you looking for? You seem... determined.” 

status: open

It was as if no time at all had passed. He couldn’t even be sure he had left the country. If not for the cold welcome he had received at his flat, he would say no one had even noticed he had been gone. That would have been preferable to being on the end of one of Draco’s poor moods. Sometimes Theo wondered if keeping his friendship with Draco, one of his last remaining ones left, was even worth it, but the thought of being utterly forgotten about did border on maudlin. At least the many events and parties he had tried to make himself suffer through on Daphne’s account were over. One friendship he could do. Two? Not in the slightest.

“You look as though you’d rather choke than say that,” Flora commented, walking up to the counter. Normally she’d give a distant nod to shop employees and move on, but Theodore Nott was a common figure growing up, both in society and at Hogwarts, and she could do worse for company. 

there was a different attitude in his step at work as he resumed, not being there for a week. he was happy to be back as it was his job but he also was excited about his future in a way he hadn’t been before. the future included susan now and her saying yes to him cast a different light into his life. since she stepped in, she was indeed a light and had changed a lot about him. by being gone a week, there were a few things he had missed like certain patients and their needs. it took almost the first morning shift to get it all down but by afternoon, he was running through the patients and room like he had before with focus and patience. 

when he reached another room after doing five already before in the same hour, he didn’t look up from his clipboard and sheet. “name and reason for coming in today?” he asked, the words slipping from his mouth easily as if practiced. 

“Flora Carrow,” she said placidly, while staring pointedly at Wade. “Officially, I’m here for a migraine cure. Unofficially, you haven’t been answering your floo.” 

It had been a while since Irene had entertained inside of her home. She was used to attending benefits outside of her home, but it had been a while since she’d played host. After the failure of the last mission, Irene had decided to dedicate herself (once again) to the cause. She wanted to be more personal with the members of the group that she was helping to lead. If she knew whom the weak links were, she’d be able to weed them out easier. Wade Avery, of course, was weak, but there wasn’t much she could do about it. She wasn’t sure about Flora, as she hadn’t made a decision yet, but that was why she’d invited the girl over for wine. 

The blonde poured two glasses and sat in the sitting room as she waited for Flora. When the girl entered, she smiled and held one of the glasses out to her. “Flora. It’s so lovely to see you,” Irene greeted her with a smile. Warmer than what she usually wore within the meetings. “Are you alright?” 

Flora took the glass Irene held out to her, eyeing the deep red wine with pleasure. Either the other witch had similar tastes, or she had done her research. “Irene. Thank you for the invitation, I was pleasantly surprised to receive it,” she returned with a smile of her own. “I’m doing quite well. And yourself?”  

Walter had thus far gone exactly five steps away from Lu’s shop and now they were stuck as he stared avidly at a bug on the sidewalk. They’d been here for ten minutes. Merlin he was glad he didn’t work today.

“Sorry, we’re not in the way are we? I can’t really move, you’ll have to go around us.”

Magical markets were typically full of people Flora knew, but as she rounded the corner and nearly ran into Anthony Goldstein, she was a little thrown by the harnessed cat who he held on a leash. Was this a new trend? Catching the gleam of the cat’s sparkly collar, Flora decided to attribute it to aggressive pet parenting. The more you learn about your New Order contact, she thought to herself sarcastically. 

Still, an organic meeting like this was a prime opportunity to pass along a piece of information she’d overheard from a business associate, without having to plan out something above reproach from either side of the conflict. “Hello, Mr. Goldstein,” Flora greeted him. She quirked an eyebrow at him. “You’re being walked by your cat.” 

When Hannah left Hogwarts, she had dreams of being a healer. However, she didn’t have the confidence to go along with it. She had the debts left to her after her mother’s death and chose to go into work instead of training. The job that she secured at the Leaky Cauldron was purely by chance. The innkeeper took one look at her, more than likely took pity upon her, and immediately gave her the job as a barmaiden. It was a learning curve at first. The patrons of the Leaky Cauldron liked things a certain way and it took her a little while to learn that. Now, a couple of years later, Hannah was still on the job, but she excelled at what she did. 

“Evening,” Hannah greeted the latest person who had sat down at the bar with a smile. “What can I get for you?” 

She didn’t feel like going home yet, though. Rather than take advantage of the business center’s floo, she elected to walk along Diagon. There were various cafes and restaurants along the alley, but Flora wanted a drink from somewhere where she wasn’t likely to run into a business contact or an associate of her father’s. She spotted the aging sign to the Leaky Cauldron and something about the relative anonymity of the old, dark bar called to her. 

Dodging around a pack of drunk wizards, Flora snagged a seat at the bar, crossing her legs and brushing her hair over her shoulder. She let out a quiet breath, relaxing as much as she ever could in public. Looking up at the bartender when spoken to, Flora put on a polite smile, eyes dancing along the bottles on the shelf for anything that sounded good. “Good evening,” she said. “Could I request a Vesper martini?”