𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒂 ;

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A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, blissfully unaware of the woman’s true intentions, still believing he had done a good thing so she didn’t leave her pretty bracelet behind. “It is no problem. Something as pretty should stay with its owner.” Especially when it had sentimental value. He knew what it was like to lose something that meant so much, and wouldn’t want anybody to go through it if he could help.

“May I?” he asked, offering a hand so he could put the bracelet on her delicate wrist.

flora doesn’t know what she hopes to achieve by this interaction, but her heart is beating rapidly as he speaks. her delicate fingers feel stiff, her back assuming an exaggeratedly perfect posture as she covertly studies his features. “it’s been with the family for generations,” she says in one breath, though it is a lie and one she doesn’t mean to tell. in truth she had bought it with her very first pay check, but his presence made her nervous and the lie had been easy to let slip, something to say rather than just staring dumbly. she mentally puts herself together, giving him a grateful smile before offering him her wrist, perfectly manicured fingers on display.

“there has to be some way to thank you,” she smiles, appearing much more composed than she feels. her eyes dart around the street to find an excuse to extend the interaction and it doesn’t take long before her eyes land on a cute little restaurant she’s dined at on occasion. “you must let me buy your lunch,” she insists. 

If there was something he hated over anything else, that was interviews. Viktor could talk about his job, how much he was training lately and that he was planning a trip to Bulgaria to spend time with this team. But it was obvious they had been more interested in knowing about his personal life. They seemed so obsessed with his love life, the one that was clearly non-existent, and still asked him about Hermione, when he hadn’t seen the young witch in so long. Sighing in defeat, he walked out of The Daily Prophet’s main office, completely exhausted.

When he began walking, he saw how a person walked past him and dropped something. Viktor picked it up and rushed after her. “Excuse me,” he called. “You dropped this.”

♕ ↠ @flowercrwnz​

it was embarrassing to admit, but flora was still starstruck by viktor krum. during the triwizard tournament she had watched him eagerly. she was an avid fan and she had fantasized about him asking her to the yule ball, but alas he had never noticed her and she doubted that he even knew her name even now that she was a renowned player. a younger flora would have watched him from afar, but instead she strategically whispered a charm to break her bracelets lock just as she walked past him. she turned around to face him, feigning surprise as she was met with her diamond tennis bracelet. 

“thank you, i don’t know what i would have done if i had lost this,” she says, closing the distance between them gracefully. 

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Seamus had been in the stupid coffee shop waiting for fifteen stupid minutes for is order to come. Why this place was so popular? He would never know. But that didn’t stop him from crossing his arms and his foot from tapping impatiently. He just wanted his caffeine fix so he could carry on with his day. He paid no attention to those around him only a small glare being shot at the person behind the counter handing out drinks left, right, and center. Reaching for his cup he felt himself jerk to a stop, his annoyance coming in full force at the sound of her voice. “sorry but you weren’t the one that had been standing here for the past fifteen minutes waiting for their drink, so no it’s not yours.” Seamus quipped as he turned the cup around to show his name written on the side.

unfazed by his frown nor his tone, she leans over him to grab the cup with her name on it which had been right beside his. “well,” she squints at his cup, and reads his name aloud, “seamus, if you come here often enough i’m sure they’ll memorize your order and have it ready for you as you walk through the door,” she says though she’s sure that the only reason she gets special treatment is the fact that the manager was a huge puddlemere fan. “if not, it’s always worth the wait. no one else’s coffee can even compare,” she smiles, leaning on the counter slightly as she takes a sip of her drink. “do i know you? you seem very familiar.”

Blinking stupidly, Harry looks at the cup he’s just grabbed and realises immediately that it’s not his. For one thing, it’s hot rather than cold, which really should have been the first clue, but his head’s been elsewhere lately so he’s not all that surprised. His brain catches up rather quickly, though, and he holds it out to Flora, whom he recognises perfectly well even if he hardly knows her. “Right, sorry,” he says, “us beautiful people can be a bit stupid, you obviously wouldn’t understand.”

the laugh that escapes her lips sound eerily similar to wind chimes as she carefully takes the cup from his hands. she isn’t insecure, she knows that she’s more than attractive so his words don’t faze her in the slightest. she recognizes him easily and she can’t help but look at him from head to toe. flora had not been a careful observer of harry through her hogwarts years and while she had agreed with many of what had been said about him outwardly, she had never really developed her own opinion of him. “well at least you make up for your lack of brains with that pretty face,” she smiles, pointing her head in the direction of the barista, “i think that one might actually be yours though.”

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“You’re one of the few people,” she muttered. Astoria wasn’t stupid; she knew a dodge when saw one. ( and flora had a right to her privacy since her aunt and uncle were the ones who committed heinous crimes that she hadn’t approved of ) So, she let the other Slytherin have her way and ignored the subject totally. After all, this lunch date was about getting away from her job. “I’d love to come see you play. But I expect front row tickets, missy.” Astoria was wagging her finger at Flora in a serious manner, but she couldn’t stop the grin from sliding across her face. She didn’t tease many people, mainly just her sister, so having someone to joke around with was important to her, and it certainly wasn’t something she did with anyone she meant on the street.

“if i get you a season pass would you actually use it?” she smiles, mirroring the grin on astoria’s face as she leans forward and rests her chin on the palm of her hand. it was a habit of hers, a side effect of wanting to be liked that she often adapted her words and actions to each person she came across. and while she had thought she would outgrow it after it had led to many disastrous situations, it was hard habit to unlearn. “it’s always nice to have a friend in the stands, but i’m not sure your busy schedule would allow you to come that often,” she says as she moves her salad from one side of her plate to another, giving the girl an out should she need it.

flora was always incredibly put together. it didn’t matter if she was just grocery shopping or doing flips on her broom, she always looked elegant. it was one of the wizarding world’s mysteries. even now after her early morning run not a single drop of sweat could be seen from her brow, nor a single strand of hair out of place. nearly every head in the quaint coffee shop turned to greet her as she floated towards the counter. the barista rushed to give her her usual only for another person to wrap their fingers around the cup she believed was meant for her. 

“sorry beautiful, but i think that’s actually meant for me,” she smiles, pointing at the cup.

FLORA

Astoria had never once thought she’d ever be somewhat close to any of her housemates. ( her sister didn’t count because she was family and theo didn’t count because he’d dated daph and might as well be the next best thing to family ) So, when she’d reconnected with Flora Carrow, of all people, she’d been pleasantly surprised. ( especially since her aunt and uncle had tortured astoria ) Flora was different from the Carrows, and she had spoken to Astoria ( though only in private ) occasionally at Hogwarts. Now, she was one of the few people Astoria could stand to spend more than an hour with. Plopping down across from the older witch, she offered Flora a grin. “Well, all anyone in the Ministry wants to talk about is these bloody trials. I’m so glad to get out of there for an hour and talk about anything else. So, tell me how’s Quiddtich?” // @flowercrwnz

flora could have done a better job of getting to know astoria, could have been a better friend if they were even that back then. through their hogwarts years flora had spoken to her in secret, behind closed doors, as if interacting with the her was something shameful. now that she was older she knew her reasons for not openly pursuing a friendship with the other was silly, shallow even, and she sought to be better than she had been. “trials? i have no idea what you’re talking about,” she feigns ignorance, having no desire to speak of her aunt and uncle or the horrors they’d committed. “it’s wonderful, you should come see me play sometime. there’s really nothing quite like being on a broom.”

{ cis woman , she/her , 22 , fah yongwaree } during the trial of voldemort’s last major conspirators, flora carrow was spotted. they work as a seeker for puddlemere united. rumor has it they are amiable + felicific, but i’ve heard they're profligate + histrionic. during the battle of hogwarts they didn’t fight. when i think of them, i’m reminded of whimsical laughter from glossy lips, fluttering lashes, a flirtatious wink, perfectly manicured nails, and never having a hair out of place.{ aya , 25 , cst , she/her , & none }