she's better on your side

Her voice was the first thing to break silence and for a moment, it felt like the air had cracked when she did so. Marlene only felt as if her ears went back to normal when it was Ivy who replied. It was a rather bare place, but so few people were taking to the streets right now. Anything was better than solitude. “Fine.” She answered, shortly. There was little to say, and her body wanted to complete tasks. How odd that seemed. The systematic pull was to shove ingredients into a basket, no sense was to what they would concoct. “Are you?” It was okay to be polite, another voice said inside her head. Words felt swallowed, unusual for her talkative being.

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Typically, Amycus was not a fan of interference - people needed to stay out of his business no matter where he was conducting it. Unfortunately, though, for Amycus, he had very rarely gotten his way on that matter, people were always in his business, always telling what he needed to do or not do, and, predictably, that had really only increased as he’d assumed his father’s seat on the court. So as he turned to look at Ivy, blinking at her as he tried to bring himself back into the present moment that she and the crowd around them were currently a part of, he was confused at first. He knew her, but didn’t, and that was the case so often for Amycus that it provided the perfect distraction. “You’re probably right,” he said, nodding. He didn’t look down to verify, eyes falling instead on the offered handkerchief, and he hesitated. It was kind, but he’d ruin it, he was sure. He fished a wand out of his pocket, cast a quick and silent cleansing charm to rid himself of the mess, and then gave her as kind a smile as he could mange as he tucked the wand away once more. His temper blown over now, the blond had all but forgotten his scuffle. “Things get a little out of hand on this side of town from time to time.”

⤑ ☾ “I may have just been yanking your chain,” she chuckled, lightly tapping her friend’s nose playfully. Alie turned her attention up to the ceiling. “It’d mean moving a lot of stuff, reorganizing,” she trailed off, fingers drumming against her stomach lightly, “eh, fuck it. Lets do it. I’ll slowly start to bring my things over, leave the furniture for last until we can figure out where to put it. I love you too much to deny you.”

who: open where: leaky cauldron

Regulus had many other things he’d rather have done on a day off, but Amycus had kept going on about cleanup and the Mulcibers’ shop and the owl shop. Next thing Reg knew, it was evening and he’d spent the entire day casting repair spells and healing the ten thousandth person who’d tried to pick up broken glass with their bare hands. The pint in his hand was well-earned, goddammit.

“At least it was only the one man, right?” he said, making a face once he realised how that sounded. “I mean, I heard about the attack and thought it’d be all hands on deck at Mugo’s. Diagon Alley, y’know? But the worst thing I healed today was a broken toe– someone dropped a brick on their foot.”

There was a softness to her step that morning, as if she may disturb the eerie quiet that had come over nearly everywhere. The wind was the loudest thing, even voices were barely beyond a whisper and Marlene scuffed her feet on the stone just to create some sound. The silence was a discomfort that left her quite a l o n e on the quiet street. Yet, the girl was not one to ever be afraid. She was off from training for the morning and thought, perhaps there was something she could do to make this better, for Mary and Lily at least. But she could not think of what, so at dawn, in chilled bright light she took the corner farthest from any destruction or sign of magic at all.

She’d make breakfast. She’d try. 

A small market was already open. She could see from the broom that swept itself along the floor, little pillar of dust forming, that she was at least in a place she could apparate back with some treats or goodies, or eggs. “You’re open right?” She asked, as if she hadn’t just barged in.

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♕ —- Unable to stop herself, Mary lower lip. Ivy wasn’t wrong, Mary hadn’t brought her friend around to her parents but honestly, she didn’t bring very many of her friends to meet her parents. Her mother was just fine and welcoming but there was always tension when her father was around. “Yeah, mum has a bunch of family recipes that she loves to share,” she said with a shake of her head. “Her Sunday morning breakfast though… that’s to die for.”

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

Ivy was just leaving Burke’s with her mother’s item when she caught sight of a large group surrounding the area. She was sure that she should turn and walk away from it all but curiosity won that time. She made her way closer and her eyes widened at the sight. Ivy knew how Amycus looked all too well from working in the court so she recognized him almost instantly but the truth was that she didn’t really know.. him? No one was doing anything however and the guy looked like he was hanging on by a thin thread at this point. She made her way forward, “Sir-- Amycus!” She called out to get his attention and when he finally turned to look at her, Ivy glanced back at the other guy. “I think he’s.. got it.” She mentioned as she handed him a handkerchief. He was a member of the court and this probably wasn’t the best way to be seen. Not that he needed to listen to her of all people and she knew she had no right but she did care how people saw them. She was hoping to one be a part of that same court. 

semi - title : miserable at borgin & burkes. where : borgin & burkes, saturday afternoon. open. 

Life was dry and boring during the weekends for Augustine. Every Saturday and Sunday, Augustine could be found at Borgin and Burkes, helping customers and looking over dangerous or cursed artifacts. Truthfully, it was a little boring for her and she longed to be training in the Greenhouse at Tauxmarts - it was relaxing for her, and she could forget about her father’s shop there. As she flipped through the latest edition of Witch Weekly, Augustine failed to hear the bell to indicate a new customer in the shop, until the person was right in front of her desk. She closed the magazine, tossed it to the side, and gave her attention to the new customer, forcing a fake smile. “Merlin, sorry - I didn’t notice the bell. Hi, welcome to Borgin and Burkes, how may I help you?” 

who: open  where: Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour

   Inez was never against catching up with an old friend. However both her career and her inability to stay too long sometimes interfered but she had decided to take a bit of a break from work. It had been too long since she had been back home this long. Inez was a little lost in her thoughts. She also hadn’t seen her younger sisters but they had all grown and gone their separate ways. The truth was that she was feeling a little homesick. Sometimes she wondered if they were mad at her for leaving the muggle world to come here. Inez could honestly say that she didn’t regret her decision but the thought always lingered. She snapped back to reality when they called her name. “Sorry…” She looked down at her ice cream and took another spoonful. “What did you say again?” 

“Oi, someone has their head up in the clouds today.” She said with a laugh as she took a bite of her ice cream. She always wanted to laugh because she remembered how Alie would sometimes flinch at how easily she did it and how her teeth never hurt because of it. “I was asking if you’ve bought your dress yet? We could even go to muggle London together if you want to check one out? Make a whole day out of it-- or did you already do that? Do you even have a maid of honor?” She wondered out loud and then stopped, “Sorry, I’m just so excited for you.” 

⤑ ☾ Her arm just moved around the other without a second thought when she was pulled in. “I know, I know. I honestly could not tell you why I haven’t. Maybe fear of you getting annoyed of me,” she joked. Alie knew that Ivy could never grow bored of her or get annoyed, granted she could annoy her if she tried. Maybe she just liked the showing up unannounced, the sneaking it when she knew she was sleeping and cuddling up to her. It just became an everyday thing for her that it was a routine and she loved her routines.

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Ivy lit up when joined by Ivy; a matched set was always best. “I love that, that sounds like exactly what these need!” She clapped her hands together, softly, but very quickly, unable to contain her excitement. If Ivy had the best ideas, Ivy had better ones, but Ivy had the grace to look ashamed of herself immediately. “You could’ve, I should’ve. It was a really spur of the moment thing, you know how I am. I was stocking up on glue, and then I saw the the little bags, right, and now here I am after buying, like, half that store,” she said, jerking her thumb over her shoulder.

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♕ —- Mary grinned and followed beside Ivy. “Breakfast for dinner is a favorite of mine so you don’t have to twist my arm about that. A whole stack of pancakes is the best way to end a long day, in my opinion.” She chucked and looked over at her friend. “Remind me to take you to see mum. She’d be happy to teach her basics. So you aren’t just eating toast.”