remembering sunday

(  marie has a problem  )  →  diagon  alley  is  home  to  many  ,  a  direct  connection  to  the  wizarding  world  ,  right  in  the  centre  of  london  ,  many  people  like  EDMUND FITZWILLIAM FENWICK ,  spend  majority  of    her  time  in  the  busy  alley  ,  people  know  her   as  the  twenty six  year  old  who  is  a  past  slytherin  graduate  ,  now  working    as  a    DRAGONOLOGIST ,  i  think  the  role  suits  them  perfectly  as  i  think  they  are  SPONTANEOUS  but  also  they  can  be  RECKLESS  ,  but  that's  just  my  opinion  .  (  evan mock  )

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“ah, right, i think that the dragon might shy away from me, y’know us vampires are known to not have any body warmth.” she says smiling a bit sheepishly before she matches his shrug. shoving her hands in her pockets she strolls next to him. she always enjoys strolling the streets of diagon alley in her past time. sometimes dealing with work people ended up getting exhausting throughout the day. “the tiger is scary sometimes, but i guess i’m the only one that can match his strength.” she says with fiddling with the zipper at the end of her neon pink jacket. cloaks were so last year to her. “it’s nice to catch up with you though, your brothers aren’t strangers but you are. maybe you should show up ‘round these areas and i’d offer up a cup of tea to you more often.” 

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♕ —- “I mean, there are ways around that,” Edmund said though he kept himself from saying that he was a wizard. It seemed to be a little rude to point that out with all things considered. He walked alongside her and chuckled softly. “It’s hard to find that tiger scary when I have to deal with a moody hungarian horntail.” His nose wrinkled at her playful jab. It wasn’t unknown that Edmund didn’t like staying in one spot for too long. Especially in the UK where all his bad memories resided. He wouldn’t call it running away, just conveniently skirting around dealing with the bad stuff in the back of his mind. “Or people can just travel with me,” he pointed out. “Never thought of you as someone who would stay in one place.”

  “I used to want to be a dragonologist.” She admitted as she lowered herself a little to be able to look at the small dragon. “I’ve always loved magical creatures. It was my favorite course in Hogwarts.” She wasn’t sure why it was easy to talk to him but it was. “He’s so beautiful. Where did you find this little fella?” She peeked up at him. 

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♕ — “Why didn’t you become one, I would have liked having you around the sanctuary. You and me could have fun together, what a missed opportunity.” He gave her an easy grin as he looked down at her. “Saved him from being sold to a bad collector in Knockturn, now I’m trying to get him big enough to be around other dragons.”

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If it took Amycus a moment to place the voice, it was only because Dmun the Demon liked to make himself so scarce; the nickname brought, naturally, instant recognition (and a grin) as the blond dropped (literally) his earlier distraction. He clapped his hands clean of the man, then wiped them on his trousers to better erase the traces, then held one out to Edmund, using the other to clap him on the shoulder as he stepped over and away from his victim and into the Fenwick. This, actually, was how he greeted old friends; man hugs and cheeky grins, and he knew Edmund knew that. “You know, I still think you’re the prettiest Demon I’ve ever seen,” he told the other man, cheeky grin growing cheekier by the syllable. “I didn’t know you were going to be out and about, today, or I would’ve insisted on lunch plans. You hungry?”

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♕ — Edmund tipped his head back as he chuckled. Only Amycus would come up with that sort of nickname like Dmun the Demon and get away with it. And only Amycus would from murderous to jovial within seconds. Edmund shook his head out of amusement as he returned his friend’s hug and patted Amycus on the back. “As long as I’m still the prettiest,” he remarked with a playfully roll of his eyes. “Not really hungry but I could use a drink. Think you can make time for that? Catch me up on what’s been going on lately.”

“uh huh, and you match the body warmth a dragon needs?” doris asks arching a brow up at him with amusement, though she pets pierre anyways a bit nonchalantly as she leans against the brick wall. “ah a dragonologist, what is it with you and your family and animals? first your brother with owls and then you with dragons? isn’t the younger one all about plants or whatever? you fenwicks are always takin’ care of something.” she says teasingly. “well do you and pierre want to be my date to get some tea with me at rosa lee’s tea shop? it’s dreadfully boring just standing here outside madam malkins. plus i don’t think she would like having a dragon in her shop– or a tiger, the lad with the tiger is weird as shit, let me tell you that. at least it’s nice to hear that all animals aren’t abandoned though.” 

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♕ — “The jacket helps.” Edmund simply shrugged his shoulder. He didn’t like to brag about his clothing but the dragon hide jacket did come in handy when he was helping the bigger dragons at the sanctuary. He let out a snort at Doris’ comment about his family and their occupational choices. “I think Benjy and Josh would agree with me when I say some animals are better than most people.” He glanced over at her and made sure that Pierre was still comfortable in his pocket. “The tiger is pretty well behaved,” he remarked, “but I can do some tea.”

Sybill nodded slightly, understanding that the other wanted nothing from her. Giving him a once-over, she couldn’t stifle the spark of familiarity about him. “I’m…Not, but I’m certainly better than that poor boy.” Her words caught in her throat as she willed herself to continue speaking, doing her best to keep as much of the emotion from her voice as possible. “This is just…” Sybill’s eyes fell to the ground as she searched for words that didn’t seem to want to come. “Do you think this has to do with….I don’t know, those stories we’ve all been hearing? Rumors, really.”

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♕ — Slowly, Edmund nodded. He figured his question had been a rather dumb one. Of course no one right felt okay or let alone safe in the Alley but he figured it didn’t hurt to ask. Carefully, he made his way over to the other and leaned against one of the tables beside her. “I’ve been told that my shoulder is a nice one to rest on, doesn’t hurt to lean on a friendly face,” he said as he gestured to his shoulder that was closest to her. He took a deep breath at her next question and then nodded. “I do,” he simply said. “Don’t think this was a random disaster.”

who: open where: the main street of diagon alley 

   Everything seemed more calm now. Emmeline was walking along side of them as her eyes scanned the area. No one seemed to require anymore medical assistance. Maybe that was a sign that it was time for her to head home. She was clearly visibly upset that a body had been found but a part of her was thankful there wasn’t anymore death. She hoped that whoever did this could be stopped before it escalated even more. She glanced over at them, “I’m glad I retired as an Auror. I’m not sure how I’d manage to handle all of this..” 

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♕ —- Edmund finished helping where he could at Malkin’s. Cleaning up the destruction and trying to help figure out which inventory had been salvageable was more than his brain could handle and he was thankful that retail wasn’t something he had to deal with on a regular basis... at least not anymore. He glanced over at Emmeline as he shoved his hands into his pockets. “To be honest, they probably need your help more than ever. This is a bloody disaster.”

“actually, yes, i do.” doris says with a wide smile as she sees the dragon under his pocket. she knew that there was another creature around somewhere other than just a witch or wizard. “he’s so cute, do you keep dragons underneath your sleeve frequently, fenwick?” doris asks with a grin this time leaning against the window to face edmund as she twirls a strand of hair between her fingers. “do you take care of abandoned creatures often?” maybe this shows how much she just doesn’t know about edmund, but she has always had her eye on him even when they were in school. “that’s probably a stupid question, but really, pierre’s cute. why don’t you let him stroll around more often? i know that there’s some people here strolling around with a tiger,” she says in a matter of factly tone crossing her arms over her chest. 

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♕ —- Edmund let out a snort and carefully pulled Pierre out of his pocket. He placed the little dragon on his shoulder and let his claws dig into the leather jacket that he wore. “Nah, I don’t have dragos underneath my sleeve. I just have this little one because he still needs body warmth even though he doesn’t have his mother anymore,” He explained before he simply shook his head. “Being a Dragonologist, I generally focus on Dragons but if the ministry needs more help with other magical creatures, I’ve been known to help out where I can.” He then let out a snort. “I know that same person and I would like to point out that particular tiger is fully grown and wasn’t rejected by his mother.”

 Stevie had spotted the small creature the moment it had popped it’s head out from the others pocket. She couldn’t help but stare, an affectionate smile plastered across her face as she moved closer, crouching down to get a closer look. ‘‘ Hello Pierre - ’’ she whispered, putting a hand out for him to sniff ‘‘ He’s gorgeous, isn’t he? ’’

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♕ —- With ease, Edmund turned more the other so she could get a better look of his little friend. An easy grin settled on his lips as he gently took Pierre out of his pocket and let the little animal settle on his palm so she could get a better look at him. “He is,” he agreed with a nod, “but he can be a little troublemaker.” 

she’s  caught  sight  of  the  little  head  a  little  before  he  spoke  up     ,     mocha  hues  following  the  moment  from  the  males  pocket  and  was  immediately  enamoured     .     it  was  apparent  from  a  young  age     ,     alice  adored  animals  and  there  was  no  other  choice  for  the  girl  than  to  become  a  magizoologist     ,     and  to  see  a  dragon     ,     a  baby  one  at  that     ,     in  diagon  alley     ,     was  enough  to  make  her  melt     .     “     pierre     ?     oh  merlin     ,      what  a  sweetheart     .     ”     she  cooed     ,     eyes  practically  turning  into  hearts  as  she  watched  the  little  beast     .

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♕ —- Edmund caught sight of the girl’s expression and understood it. Dragons like Pierre were exactly why he had went into the profession that he had and it seemed that he wasn’t alone. “Don’t let his cuteness fool you,” he said with a teasing grin. “He’s a little troublemaker but he wouldn’t mind saying hello.” He carefully took Pierre out of his pocket and let the little dragon settle on his hand as the future firebreather sniffed at Alice.

   Luna was sure she wasn’t seeing things. Before going into acting, she had almost considered being a dragonologist right after thinking of going into Quidditch but that wasn’t the way she ended up going. She always had a soft spot for magical creatures. “Is that a green welsh? Please tell me it is..” She had been staring a little too long but she couldn’t help it. Luna stepped closer, “Can… Can I see him? Is that okay?” 

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♕ —- Edmund couldn’t help but to smile when she guessed right on the breed and dipped his head in a quick nod. “That he is,” he said as he carefully reached into his pocket and gently pulled him out so she could have a better look. “Just be mindful of your fingers because he’s still learning and can be a biter.”

for: open (related to plot drop 001) location: diagon alley, outside flourish & blotts

For the past few nights, Sybill had felt undeniably uneasy. Sleep was troublesome- hardly coming at all, and when it did, less restful than simply staying awake would have been. Her appetite had been up and down, and there were many times (more than usual) in which she found herself needing to sneak away and clear her head. Really, the signs should have been obvious, and yet she forced herself to believe her restless state was nothing more than her own mind playing tricks on her. Arriving at work that morning, however, stopped her in her tracks, feeling as though her blood had turned to ice. Suddenly, it all made sense- everything she’d been feeling and experiencing. The sight of the destroyed shops, the knowledge that a young man had lost his life…Sybill felt nothing more than sick. Leaning her back against the brick’s of Flourish & Blotts exterior, Sybill ran her fingers through her curls, a heavy sigh escaping her lips. Hearing a set of approaching footsteps she glanced up, shaking her head before dropping her eyes once more. “We’re closed for the day, at least. If you’re in desperate need I can probably sneak you something out the back, but…I’m hoping you’re not in desperate need.”

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♕ —- Edmund knew it was easier to just not think about what was in front of him. The destruction, the whispers, the mourners over the young wizard who had lost his  life. The ministry had asked for extra help to clean up the alley and make sure that the chaos among the community wasn’t too extreme though, he thought that was a little too late. He strolled through the street with his hands tucked into the pockets of his trousers when the girl had caught his attention. While he normally probably would stroll though the book shop at this time, he hadn’t been looking to now. “Oh, no, um,” Edmund scratched the back of his neck. “Just helpin’ out,” he said and he looked over at her. “You okay?”

♕ —- With no urgency or need to get anywhere, Edmund strolled through the maze of cobbled streets looking through the shop windows. Something in the Quidditch shop window had caught his eye and he stopped to take a look. When he stilled, something in his pocket shifted and soon peeked their scaly head out to get a view. He raised a brow and glanced down. Before he could get the little dragon back into safety of his pocket, he could feel eyes on him. He turned to them and chuckled. “This is Pierre, he’s too young to even breathe fire. He got abandoned for being so little,” he explained. “Do you want to say hello?”

VIOLENCE TW / BLOOD(Y GIF) TW who: Open (but you are a witness, no victims thank you) where: outside the White Wyvern, Knockturn Alley

The scene he was creating was a pretty familiar one - though, perhaps, maybe, possibly, this version of it hadn’t really come out in a while. Though no one would ever accuse Amycus Carrow of preferring to take the high road, it had definitely been several months since he’d sent someone out of the window of the Wyvern … and followed after them – vaulting (mostly) cleanly through the shattered glass – to continue delivering the merciless beating the poor bastard was on the receiving end of. And because it had been a while since he’d had a scrap** like this, it was several minutes until Amycus registered that someone was speaking to him at all, though he didn’t recognize the voice; the blond was elsewhere mentally, and all but entirely checked out. “I’m uh… I’m a little occupied at the moment, did you need somethin’ or..?” he asked, a little gruffly, but not actually rudely - and to be fair to Amycus, he was exerting himself quite a lot just then.

**Summer note: it only technically counts as a scrap cause guy swung first

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♕ —- Edmund was minding his own business after a long day of following a trail that had gone cold-- at least for the night. A drink was in order and he figured that since he was already in Knockturn Alley, might as well grab one here before he made his way home. That was until a man was thrown through a window (not that big of a surprise, it was Knockturn afterall), and then Amycus Carrow hurtling through that said window (again, not much of a surprise). Edmund crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head as he looked at the man that had been a constant figure in his childhood and adulthood. “If that’s how you greet an old friend, Cuss in Boots, I think I’m glad not to be an enemy,” he remarked. “I think the guy gets the point,” he added nodding to Amycus’ punching bag.

closed for @getfenwicked​

location: diagon alley

benjy had just gotten off of work and he figured that he should head home but he wanted to take his time to go home. knowing very well that he just wouldn’t be able to fall asleep once he got home. he has been restless these days and it did start to show on the young man’s face. he turns the corner swiftly not realizing where he was going and slammed right into the other “oof, sorry.” he says running his fingers through his messy hair, that just gradually seemed to get messier throughout the week. he looks at the other taking a step back and froze in his spot realizing it was only edmund, edmund whom he hasn’t seen in what felt like years. “oh–” benjy says awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “it’s you, how have…..” his voice trailed off, god this was fucking awkward. “you been?” 

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♕ —- Edmund had been called back to london for a case on a dragon the might be bouncing around in the black market-- AKA Knockturn Alley-- but he decided he need a break that day. It was never an easy job trying to save one of the most dangerous creatures when they’ve been taken by wizards or witches who don’t know what a dragon needs. But he was certain he was going to figure out the case. What he wasn’t expecting was to literally collide into his older brother. He lowered his sunglasses and raised a brow in Benjy’s direction. “How have I been? Haven’t seen you in ages and that’s how you’re going to start the conversation?”