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   𝓐s soon as he was ganged up on by the Griffinpuffs, Jay disconnected from the conversation. He buried his face in the couch of their common area. He was immobile except for the pillow he squeezed every so often. Due to his height of just over seven feet, his calves dangled off the edge. 

“Mm…mmph…mmmph.” Jay hmmphed flatly. He then pulled himself into the fetus position, his back facing the group, curls bouncing from the motion. It was a melodramatic pity party, population, one. If there were any good vibes in the vicinity, then run, little ones! You were about to be harshed! So harshed that even the the incense burning in the corner of the room didn’t stand a chance. It went out due to the sudden coldness in the room. He’d never quite gotten a hold on accidental magic. Was he acting like a child? Absolutely. But everyone knew his harmartia was being left out. Well, one of many. Anyway! There was nothing to be done about it!

…Until pranking was brought up. 

His head slowly lifted up. Then put back down. Up. Down. Up. Jay had always been one of the prime suspects, whenever a master prank went down, back at Hogwarts. Jay and his old mate Sterling pulled off some of the most amazing stunts to have ever graced the corridors. He could feel the urge to resume his awesomeness grow the longer he stayed silent. At the same time, as he listened to Phoenix, who was smart, no diggity doubt, but was a Hufflepuff at the end of the day, Amby, who was smart enough to build buildings but… was also, Amby, and Robin, who was too nice to even take part in the prank, even if she loathed the pendejo, he felt the urge to point out— “mhhmmdhdhs mshmmh msshmms.” 

There was silence, so he sat up finally, shook his curls out, and said— “Mira cabróns! If we’re doing this prank, we’re doing it old school. If we have to bring out the magic reversal squad for a prank gone wrong, they’ll pull the magic carpet out from under us before we can say, my mom is going to kill me.” He paused. “Well, I’ll be saying it, but that’s beside the point!” Jay said with an ardent hand wave. “Old school, or no…. schooling… the dude…” 

“And this is how we’’ll do it.” Jay leaned forward, motioning for the rest of his friends to do the same. “Amby. Still good at picking locks, dude?” ( &. @ambrses )

「 ✨  jay has brought up a magical subject. 」 「 ✨  jay has practiced beginners wandless magic . 」 「 ✨  jay has mentioned a canon object x5. 」

ambrose paid no attention to jay’s melodramatics. usually, amby was the first one getting worried over the gryffindor’s sentiments or whatever, blame it on amby being amby, but this time ? didn’t even bat a lash. not even when a sudden cold made him shiver under his crimson colored sweater. not even when the young wizard noticed the incense going out. bronze eyes, hidden behind brand new specs that were a gift from his beloved and very witchy mother, just continued looking up at the decorations. “ anyways. ” the male said, almost giggling while crossing his arms over his chest. “ orange lights ove’ there, robin. ” he pointed to a plant and walked to his backpack. he had a lot to do for tomorrow: he had to come up with a new planner, work with shapes and rulers for his homework, come up with a faux company for his project, and… and a prank ? is phoenix talking about a prank ? amby tried to be casual. the gryffindor wasn’t the greatest when coming up with pranks— leading them on with ideas for it to be great, though ? now that was his thing—– but the idea of it still made him his blood boil in excitement, resembling the potions he used to brew back in hogwarts. ambrose turned around just when jay called them cabrones, knowing that once jay said that, he had an idea. he wasn’t even surprised that the mention of a prank suceed on bringing jay back to life.  「 ✨  amby has mentioned a canon magical subject. x2 」 「 ✨  amby has mentioned a canon magical object. x3 」 he walked to where jay was then, nodding his head at the question. “ yep. i used it last night for my physics class ‘cause i left my book there, actually. i love having this skill but merlin do i miss being able to cast an unlocking charm here. it would have been much easier and faster and would have skipped being questioned by this one boy. ”      @frcmashes  「 ✨  amby used a wizarding idiom. 」  「 ✨  amby brought up a canon magical object. 」 

                 phoenix scrunched up her nose, shivering slightly as the temperature plummeted in the room.  she shot jay a side glance, rubbing her arms to warm them up.  she knew it would pass, so a warming charm wasn’t necessary.

  while doing things the muggle way was certainly going to take longer, there was no doubt in her mind that it was better than going tête á tête with the magic reversal squad if something went wrong.  she also had a nagging suspicion that if they were caught getting into trouble and the ministry got wind of it ?  the permissions jay got to allow them to go to a muggle college would be rescinded faster than you could say confundus.  even though this WASN’T how she’d expected the prank to go, nix was bursting with anticipation.  if done right, this could be stupid amounts of fun. 

     “ you got caught breaking into the physics room ? “ her eyes widened to the size of galleons.  “ oh amby !  how did you talk yourself out of that one ?  “  she was getting distracted from the main subject; the prank,  but she had questions.  questions that needed to be answered before they burned through her.  

   turning to jay, phoenix tilted her head inquisitively.  she was curious to see what their fearless leader had in store for them.  “ please tell me that bentley is still our target though. “  she had to clarify.  “ c’mon.  you know he DESERVES it ...”    

  robin, busy helping amby, simply covered her ears.  she was too nice to help them out;  while she wouldn’t stop them, this was one prank they’d have to execute on their own. 

“ si, si, ye’ didn’t see anyone doin’ anythin’ to ye’ butterbeer. ” mafe repeated the hufflepuff’s words with a tender timbre, tiny hands busy while leading nix to the first bench doe eyes floated over. “ and yeah, that’s not very nice of ‘em ! if i knew who they were, i would kick’ their sorry butts fo’ ye, pho-pho. ” unless they kick me’ sorry butt first, the doe eyed slytherin was going to add, but instead left it unsaid to keep up with being a hero. aha. “ yeah ? ” she raised an eyebrow, scrouching down to the witch’s level. “ oh. oh. okay. ” mafe nodded, moving her hand to grab the hidden wand under her green colored tutu. “ i know exactly what will make ye’ be not so hot—- oye, ¿ qué estas— ? ” mafe stopped to watch the witch giving her wand a wave, nothing coming from it. it made her giggle. “ pho-pho, put that down before ye’ get hurt, please. ” she giggled while placing her hand on top of hers, lowering it. “ leave it to me, ¿ bueno ? ” once said that, mafe gave her wand a wave and air came from the tip of the wood to phoenix’s face. she was just hoping that was enough— and if that wasn’t enough, mafe started to blow air into her face, too.   「 ✨  mafe has mentioned a canon object. x4 」  「 ✨  mafe brought up a canon object. 」 「 ✨  mafe has cast a spell. 」

          somehow phoenix knew that mafe was right and that she probably shouldn’t be waving around a wand.  she tried to casually slip it up her sleeve, frowning when she poked herself with it twice while trying to get it to settle properly. hrrmph. for something so flexible, her wand wasn’t exactly cooperating.  she sighed, relaxing as the cool air from the cooling charm hit her straight in the face.  “ you’re the best. “  she chirped, the words slurred a little too long.  best suddenly had five syllables.  had it always had five syllables ?  honestly, nix wasn’t sure.   thinking was a little rough, like she’d stayed up too late listening to pantera and her ears were ringing, her vision was blurry, and she felt like she could fall asleep sitting up — no matter where she was.  she murmured as much.  yawning, a smile warmed her features.  “ seriously. you are. no, you are. you’re here ... you’re here, helping me, being a good person.  you’re such a good person.  you’re ... snow. “  she frowned.  “ i meant, pure.  i meant, good.  like a disney princess. “  she grinned. “ except if you were,  you wouldn’t need a prince to save you.  i mean,  you could save yourself.  you saved me. “  she was rambling now but there was no stopping her.  once the bludger broke loose,  it couldn’t be contained.  “ hey. “  she dragged the syllables out, wide green eyes trained on mafe.  “ you’re pretty. “  she giggled, covering her mouth with her palm when she snorted.  god.  she’d never been this drunk in her life.  

briar-rose while she thought that could have been possible, it brought her mind to the idea of– how could someone do that? she reckoned not everyone would be so understanding of someone spiking their drink. firewhiskey or any other alcohol was strong in her opinion– and it didn’t really taste that good. at phoenix’s words a genuine laugh fell from her lips, not to be rude or because she found the idea stupid– but because she thought that was really funny, especially if that had been where it came from. “i like that.” the brunette voices when her laughter comes to a stop, a few mere seconds later. “i mean it’s very possible, that’d be a very funny explanation. so i like it too.” who was she to rain on someone’s parade? she wasn’t like that, but she was pretty sure the word accident came from old french to latin. but that was her inner ravenclaw talking about how much she loved finding out where words originated from.

           the two girls probably looked silly; giggling about bent axes and the absurdity of the statement.  thanks to the chill in the air,  phoenix was starting to sober up.  instead of seeing triple, she was simply seeing double.  still dizzying, but not quite as awful as before.  she was still miles away from being able to apparate back to the empty alleyway behind their dormitory.  she could imagine it now;  stumbling past the front door, tripping up the first few stairs before drunkenly trying to levitate herself up the rest.  she’d fail, of course.  probably snap her wand in the process when she trod on it.  merlin knows what would happen if a muggle spotted her.  the ministry would probably have her wand for something that stupid.  she knew she needed to be careful;  she was a werewolf.  the ministry didn’t need much of an excuse at all to strip her of her magical abilities.  that was a sobering thought.  she straightened up.  “ i think maybe a walk would help. “  she declared.  she stood up slowly, unsteady on her feet.  “ to clear my head.  would the both of you like to join me ?  “  she was teasing her.  of course there was just the one of her.

Fairly certain that the idea of a charmed pair of socks chasing someone around a dorm would be funny if she witnessed it in real life, especially if she charmed them to chase someone else around and watched from a relatively hidden location, she had more pressing concerns at the moment than really thinking out the semantics of such a prank.  Shaking her head at the question about the pensieve, she responded, “I do not have a pensieve, but I do have water.  We can go back in and get some or flag a cab to get us back.  I was planning on apparating, but my abilities don’t quite extend to another person with me as a side-along; i don’t need to splinch you.  Maybe eventually.  Anyway, inside for some or to a cab to get back to my flat?”

[arin has mentioned a canon object x3]

[arin has mentioned a canon subject x3]

       phoenix was disappointed about her pensieve-less prospects at arin’s apartment but she had to admit – the water was tempting.  she smacked her lips together, lips suddenly dry.  “ water. i want water.  i can wait until we get back to yours. “  she stumbled to her feet, grasping onto arin’s arm when her vision swam.  woah.  “ cab. let’s get a cab.  ooh, or the knight bus.  does it travel to muggle areas ?  ooh or we could take muggle public transit.  that would be fun. “  she grinned widely.  while she’d taken plenty of cabs and public transit when she lived in new york, it had been years since she’d travelled by bus.   “ let’s go, let’s go, let’s go...”  she chanted it over and over, bouncing on the balls of her feet.  

“You’re right, they don’t know they’re muggles.  And they don’t know that you’re not, so let’s keep it that way, yeah?”  Working as a part of the muggle liason department at the ministry for magic, Arin knew that someone from her department would be sent out to modify memories if the statute of secrecy was broken.  To think that she let someone who may slip due to intoxication back to her muggle dorm would make Arin feel terrible.  So she decided to do the adult thing and offer her flat up as a place to crash.  “And of course I don’t mind.  As long as you don’t mind that it’s kind of a mess when we get there.” 

「 ✨  arin has mentioned a canon object x3 」

「 ✨  arin has mentioned a canon subject x2 」

      “ i haven’t done laundry in three weeks. “ phoenix admitted as she staggered to her feet.  “ if you can see the floor, you’re better off than me. “  she giggled, her thoughts zooming to her laundry.  she imagined herself using magic to bring her laundry to life,  a pair of charmed socks chasing her through the halls of her dorm.  she was near crying from how funny it seemed yet when she tried to explain it to arin,  it didn’t come out sounding as funny as it had been in her head.  she sighed.  maybe she could use her wand to retrieve the memory and play it in a pensieve.  did arin HAVE a pensieve ?   “ do you have a pensieve ? “  she asked, swaying on her feet.  “ ... or some water.  i could go for a water. “

aurora’s brain scans through the mental list, the next stop was flourish and blotts to pick up a book she’d been wanting to read and was a must have. then perhaps depending on if she could handle the crowds– she’d swing by for a scoop of no melt ice cream. and then see afterwards if she needed anything else, perhaps she’d even pick something up for her two cats. it had been a rather productive day already– and she felt like she’d be super happy to go home and relax for a little bit. even if there was a lot of shops in diagon alley to stop by, and she was running low on something’s including parchment. she zips the small pocket inside of her satchel, where she’d put her crystals into. as ocean hues glance upwards to see phoenix, what had been a friendly smile; faltered at the sight of the coffee spilling, and onto her friend’s hand. “it’s okay, the real question is are you alright? that looked like it hurt.” the blonde takes that as her cue, to finish zipping up her bag entirely. so that she could focus her attention on making sure phoenix was alright. “do you need me to take a look?” she inquires, to be fair either way she still would have offered anyway. “it wouldn’t be a problem. it’s an easy fix.” comes her promise, especially when she knew how to heal something like that and what to do. “you sure? i mean i’m also kind of in the way too. i might have picked the worst possible place to stop and make sure i wouldn’t lose my crystals. so it’s my fault just as much for being in a bad spot.” she was sure she looked like she felt bad because she did over the situation. also blaming the incident entirely on stopping right near the door.

an apologetic smile still written across her features. “don’t worry about it though. accidents happen.” it was just one of those things where she knew in a sense– they were kind of bound to happen and you couldn’t really help that. but also that there wasn’t anything wrong with that. at the same time. merlin knew it happened to everyone. “if anything we can just say it’s both of our faults. your the one who spilt your coffee after all.. i can always get you another? or perhaps treat you to some florean’s?” had came the friendly offer, unable to not want to offer that. “i’ve done that so many times. it’s so hard to want to put a book down once you get started. especially if it’s really good.” which was coming from someone who was such a major bookworm and went through books so quickly, but always wanted to read more. probably explained why she had so many books. “i know when i’m reading it’s hard to get my attention. so i totally get it! even if this isn’t the ideal way to catch up with you. it’s still good to see you though, how have you been– you know.. besides the coffee? good i would hope!”

「 ✨ rory has mentioned a canon object. x6 」

        it occurred to phoenix moments after she’d cast her cooling spell that rory was a healer and probably knew more practical spells to help.  the cooling charm had done its job but now her hand was cold as ice.  shoving it into her pocket to warm it up, she shook her head.  she didn’t want rory to have to worry about her.  “ i promise. it’s all good. “  she smiled, a familiar blush creeping up over her cheeks.  it seemed to haunt her whenever rory was nearby.  given that rory was the first girl that phoenix had really had a crush on, it wasn’t all that surprising.  she was thankful for the change in weather;  she could easily blame the pink hue of her cheeks on the wind whipping past them.  “ i guess we’ll have to go 50/50 on the blame on this one. “  she replied with a half shrug.  “ i’m kind of a clutz.  this was pretty much INEVITABLE. “  

      while she didn’t think rory needed to get her ice-cream as retribution for their near miss, phoenix wasn’t about to turn her down.  “ i could always get ice-cream. “  she replied with a smile.  “ i think my drink’s good.  i only spilled a little. “ she gave it a little shake, nodding to confirm her assessment.  crisis averted.  “ i’ve been — good ?   i mean, i’ve been okay, but good is a stretch, maybe.  i’ve been ... average. “  that seemed pretty accurate.  sure, her love life was kind of a mess, and she wasn’t SUPER happy with some of her art projects, but she was reading more and making friends so that seemed important.  it was also at least a good week or more away from the full moon so she wasn’t feeling its effects.  all in all, things could be worse.  as an optimist, phoenix was always looking to fill her goblet rather than focus on its emptying.  “ this is required reading for class. “  she replied as she turned the novel around.  “ it’s about this house, and a terrible love story between two people who shouldn’t be together. “  she sighed.  “ i never understood the appeal of wuthering heights. “  if muggle literary critics could hear her, they’d probably revoke her library access card.  even though they were among wizards, she glanced around suspiciously just in case.  “ what about you ?  how, err, goes ... healer training ?  life ?   uh, everything ? “

open– to first two or three characters.

it had been a pretty average day for aurora, who much like most days– had what she described as one foot in the wizarding world and the other in the muggle world. especially on a day such as this, where she’d just came from ( only about an hour, or so ago. perhaps longer. she hadn’t been keeping track of time. ) from visiting with her parents and some of the extended family. which did happen on occasion, as she often planned out visits. as she worked and her parents did too. but she still loved getting to see them; as one would probably expect. and they quite literally lived in different worlds. which could be really hard sometimes, as one could only imagine. but now just as quickly as she’d resumed what was normal to her growing up– she’s back to her life as a witch. which always felt rather weird returning back after a visit. because both were entirely different. having just exited outside one of the many stores, and was standing close near the door.

several crystals in the palms of her hands, as she begins placing them safely; into the bag over her shoulder. at hopes of perhaps doing an altar at some point. and she feared amongst the people they’d just end up getting lost. which would be extremely unfortunate! so that was her next best option, and where she knew they’d be secure. even if she didn’t plan on sticking around too long, especially not on busier days– and she only had one or two more stops on the list that was inside her head. she supposed she could thank her memory for not having the need to bring an actual one written on parchment. that was when she something out of the corner of blue hues, and caught her attention. “oh go– merlin.” she quickly corrects herself, still stuck somewhat on the muggle lingo she always switched to when spending time with her family. “i’m not in your way, am i?” 

「 ✨  rory has mentioned a canon object. x6」

「 ✨  rory has used a wizarding idiom. x1」

             it had been a tough week. it had started out promisingly enough;  a cute muggle girl in her pottery class had asked her for coffee, her smile making nix’s whole body feel like it was melting into puddles of goo at her feet.  the coffee itself had been good too;  not too high, and sprinkled with whipped topping that said aforementioned cute girl had rubbed away from her upper lip with a nervous smile.  it had been great.  things had kind of spiraled by the end of the date -- cute girl had leaned in for a kiss as phoenix had gone for a huge, landing somewhere between an awkward half-embrace and a brushed kiss to her forehead.  the muggle girl avoided her gaze in classes now and phoenix wished she had a time-turner to go back and prevent the entire awkward exchange from happening in the first place.  but in the muggle world, there were no time-turners.  no do-overs, no second chances.  just awkward half glances and several pottery stations in between you and the person you’ve started avoiding.  even coffee tasted awkward now -- a reminder of her social failures.  

         avoiding her favorite coffee shop in muggle london was what found her in diagon alley, nursing a hot chocolate.  her spoon was charmed to detect when her beverage was too cold, its handle flashing a bright yellow to indicate a warming charm was needed.  she cast it haphazardly, eyes focused on the worn paperback book in her hand.  walking and casting spells probably wasn’t the smartest move, but given that her coat was charmed with an impervious charm, she wasn’t too worried about spillage.  her book and her hands, however, was another story ... but that hadn’t occurred to the witch. on the last of things to do before making her way back to her dorm, stopping in for some art supplies was at the top of the list.  while she knew using magical pastels that never dried out or cracked was probably cheating, she was sick and tired of the muggle variety crumbling under her fingertips as they started to wear down.  she figured as long as she was careful not to leave them laying around, there’d be none the wiser.  in fact, were you to look closely at the witch, you’d likely see a blue smudge just above her cheek bone, a product of the aforementioned shoddy muggle pastels.  wizarding pastels, after all, were spelled with anti smudge magic.  or at least, that was how phoenix explained it.  there were probably more artfully crafted words used to explain the process but she liked her own explanations well enough. 

       though immersed in her goals and her novel as she was, phoenix still recognized the unmistakable sound of aurora clearwater’s voice before she spotted her.  thankfully too, as they were about to collide.  she dug her heels in, the hot liquid of her coffee spilling over the lid and onto her hand.  she cursed loudly, slinging poor merlin through the mud as she did so, casting a cooling charm quickly on her hand.  “ bugger.  that was stupid.  i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to -- uh, well, say what i did.  i didn’t mean it.  “  her cheeks were flaming red, a contrast to the blue smudge that stained one cheek and made it resemble more of a purple-ish hue.  “ no. no. you weren’t in the way.  i promise.  i wasn’t looking where i was going. “  she smiled sheepishly.  “ my nose was in the book.  i guess it was only a matter of time before disaster struck. “   and truthfully, wherever nix vasquez ventured, disaster wasn’t usually very far behind. 

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          phoenix swiped at her eyes.  thanks to the wonders of modern magical mascara, she wasn’t resembling a raccoon or a confused panda as she waited tearfully to be seen by a representative from the werewolf registry’s office at the ministry for magic.  as there had been a werewolf attack near where she and her parents lived, all known werewolf's had been summoned to come in and give a statement on their whereabouts at the time of the last full moon.  while the register was known for being poorly maintained, phoenix’s parents had registered themselves and their daughter very early into her life for fear of prosecution.  as far as phoenix knew, there was no punishment for not registering, but the vasquez’s hadn’t felt it necessary to run the risk.  they had enough to worry about;  registering, it seemed, was an inevitability. 

     normally, being summoned to the ministry of magic wouldn’t have been an issue.  phoenix knew that she was innocent, that her parents likely were too, and that they had nothing to worry about as long as they were honest and as helpful as possible.  that’s what she’d assumed anyway.  this was her second visit to the ministry in as many days and she was starting to grow nervous.  her explanations of stays in a muggle dormitory were backed up by the agreements that jay had sorted out for them prior to starting at the muggle university in september but the investigator who’d been asking her questions seemed DETERMINED to poke holes in her statements.  she’d gone over it three times already -- she wasn’t sure what else she had to offer.  hopefully, this visit would be the last.  as cheerful as the witch weighing her wand in the atrium was, nix could go a lifetime without having to see her again.  

      “ waiting is the worst part. “  she turned to the person sat nearest to her, likely waiting to speak to one of the specialists -- whether in the werewolf register department, or one of the other departments located on level 4.  “ i don’t mind answering questions, or giving statements, but waiting to be seen is awful.  even if i’ve done nothing wrong, i feel like i’m in trouble. “  she grimaced.  “ like being sent to professor dumbledore’s office, back at hogwarts. “  she let out a tiny breath she’d been holding, blinking back tears.  the hubbub of the ministry office left her anxiety fraying her nerves like a spool of wool unraveled to start your knitting.  “ sorry.  if i’m talking too much, i mean.  i can’t help it.  i talk when i’m nervous, i’m nervous when i talk -- i suppose i’m just nervous all around. “  

Unable to stop herself from following the other woman, just to make sure she was okay, Arin watched as she stumbled a bit to a bench.  “Do you live in a muggle place?  Would a cab be the easiest way to get home?  Because if you don’t, I live in a muggle flat, you can always come back to mine.  Crash on my couch if you want.”

      “ i live in a dorm room. “  phoenix informed her, matter of factly.  “ a muggle dorm room. “  she whispered it, as if it was a huge SECRET.  “ ... but they don’t know they’re muggles. “  she added.  “ i mean, they know they’re people, but not about ... y’know, all of this. “  she waved her arms, gesturing to their surroundings.  “  as she patted her pockets, she knew without a doubt that it WOULDN’T be safe to go back to her dorm.  merlin only knew what she could say if she ran into any of her muggle dormmates on her way up the stairs.  even drunk, she knew it wasn’t a wise idea.  “ are you sure you don’t mind ?  “

“ wavy. ” mafe repeated, very exaggerated squinted eyes taking in the witch’s state. “ wavy… did you participate in the witching hour ? ” she asked, eyes floating upon the beer in hand. “ did you see someone givin’ it a spike ? ” while pulling her hand away from nix’s forehead, mafe started to try to connect the dots. feeling wavy while just finishing a drink that could easily be spiked on… yeah, the dots have been connected. or at least that’s what she thinks. “ ah, pho pho, i think someone spiked tha’ bitch for you. i think it’s time for you to stop drinking, let me help you find you a seat. ”

    “ i did participate ... but i didn’t see anyone do anything to my butterbeer. “  her words felt muffled, as if she was trying to speak past a mouth filled with knuts.  “ you think so ?  oh, that’s not very nice of them. “  she frowned, allowing mafe to lead her away from the table and over to a nearby bench.  she’d gone to hogsmeade to enjoy herself at the witching hour; have a few drinks, maybe get a turkey leg, and chat up some of her former hogwarts friends.  ending the night with her mind spinning as she drank in the cool night air hadn’t been in the cards.  “ mafe. “  she made a face.  “ i don’t, uh, feel so hot.  i mean, i do, feel hot.  too hot.  “   another face was made, her nose scrunching up as she fanned herself.  “ i’m gonna — cooling charm.  i need a cooling charm. “  she withdrew her wand,  holding it wrong side up as she gave it a wave.  without the spell, it did nothing. 

[ 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖔 𝖔𝖓𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖗 ]

      a diminutive young witch made her way through a world, that, just for the gramophone record, her dreams trumped in size.  due to the downcast weather of london in autumn, shadows were created by the awnings above the doorstep of each shop, which casted upon diagon alley’s cobbled street. claramae passed through one as real to the eye as she was, unbothered, as she turned the page of her latest read. she was absolutely immersed. unsurprisingly, it had to do with alchemy. there was always something new to learn when it came to her calling. today, it was palingenesis.

“the term palingenesis comes from the greek “palingenesie” and it implies the idea of regeneration, rebirth, hence the ability to reconstruct or revive any destroyed body of a plant, animal or mineral.”

it was very old magic, a kind that most didn’t bother to educate themselves about. she swiped her hand over the fastidiously written section, tracing the gold alchemy symbol where it was marked. gold wasn’t only associated with the metal in the art. it also had to do with physical, mental, and spiritual perfection.

she was researching palingenesis, due to what she hoped to accomplish in her lifetime in the alchemy. oh– she wasn’t planning on bringing anyone back from the dead. as far as the wizarding world was concerned, that was impossible. unless you were planning a different type of resurrection. one that involved a heavy load of dark magic, and no happy ending. besides, to even consider such a thing would be mental.

claramae blew her lips. the sound made her cupid’s bow lips vibrate as she closed her book with one hand, outside the supplies store she hoped to purchase new alchemic beakers at. you’d think palingenesis would be something taught about at hogwarts, if not just to warn the students to be careful. any sort of restoration in the wrong hands could be deadly. imagine, someone trying to create a new body for themselves after their time was long up!

she smoothed her plaid jacket and skirt set out before opening the door. her sea green eyes swam upwards. “oh, here we are.” claramae held the door open for the other individual, her eyebrows raised as she offered a wide smile.

「 ✨  claramae has mentioned a canon object x10. 」 「 ✨  claramae has brought up a magical subject x5. 」

         though the weather might have been dismal, you wouldn’t have known it to look at phoenix vasquez as she walked through the streets of diagon alley.  wide headphones covered her ears, the muted sounds of blue swede’s hooked on a feeling playing from the walk-man clipped to her belt loops.  every so often she had to stop, slamming her fingers against the side to try to get it to start playing again.  muggle electronics didn’t work very good when there was too much magic in the air.  in a wizarding hotspot like diagon alley, it was almost irritating to attempt to listen to anything.  she sighed as she removed her headphones, letting them wrap around her neck like a necklace.  her umbrella, charmed to repel the rain, rested against her shoulder in case she should need it. 

      while it wasn’t late in the day, phoenix had already been up for hours.  in the morning, she’d had three classes before dashing to a babysitting job.  the family had three children;  two magical, one a squib, and babysitting for them was USUALLY the highlight of her week.  however, they all seemed to be ill and after three hours of crying, tantrums, and administering calming and sleeping draughts, it was with a pounding headache that she had left their flat in the direction of diagon alley.  while she could have apparated to her car, parked off charing cross road in the muggle part of london,  she’d decided to stop in at rosa lea teabag’s on her way back to the muggle dorm she shared with her fellow former hogwarts students.  

       later, with her bag filled to the brim with assorted types of teas, phoenix was passing by the supplies store when claramae bagnold-sayre stopped and offered to hold the door for her.  though she hadn’t been planning on going in, her manners stopped her from saying something ridiculous.  “ oh, err, thanks. “  she followed the girl into the store, squinting as she glanced around.  “ i haven’t been here in forever. “  she murmured, eyes flitting over the shelves of beakers of various sizes, and cauldrons that looked shinier than anything she’d ever seen.  she ran her hand over a golden plated cauldron, eyes as wide as galleons.  she had no practical use for it but she was like a niffler in that moment — attracted by its shine.  she had to blink to clear her head.  you don’t need this, she had to remind herself. buying a cauldron for 40 galleons is ridiculous - you don’t brew things !!  she had the image of the cauldron in her mind’s eye, picturing it sitting on an end table with flowers stuffed into it.  she snorted, coughing to hide it.  somehow she had a feeling that others might not find the sight as amusing as she would.  

“      is winning really worth more than your well being  ?      ”      helen was a bit baffled.  but when the younger witch conceded,  she helped her over to the nearest bench.      “      i only cast a light warming charm around myself.  i’m really not  impervious  to the cold,      ”      the auror chuckled.      “      i reckon it was a bit more than just  butterbeer that you drank.      ”

briar-rose’s nose scrunches up, and is met with a similar confused look to match. “it’s very possible.” although, that’d be extremely unfortunate if phoenix hadn’t wanted that– not that the brunette would blame anyone, considering she herself didn’t drink alcohol. nor really like the taste of it. “i’m sorry, i’m guessing that wasn’t planned..? is it possible that this was an accident?” an apologetic smile matches her words, even if it wasn’t really her fault; didn’t mean she still didn’t feel bad. because she did.