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“Oh my God,” Linden groans at the sight of the other, “You look amazing. I’m dying over all of these looks,” they say as they approach, “I mean, like, I made a lot of them, but I’m so impressed with myself. Everyone looks mad hot.”

Peach happily snapped a photo and then held up her phone to show him. “Thanks, that came out great!” She laughed, “Sorry, I’ve been trying to get pictures with everyone and of everything. I know it’s probably really annoying, but I’m just so excited to be here. Anyway,” she waved a dismissive hand. “Are you having a good time?”

It was Peach’s first time at the annual New York Ghost gala, and she was ecstatic. She dreamt of attending this event ever since she was a teenager, and she couldn’t believe that she was standing among the city’s elite in the most elegant gown that she’d ever seen– let alone put on her body. Her smile was wide as she reached into her clutch and pulled out her phone; she had to capture this moment and many, many others. “Excuse me?” The witch said, to the person who just so happened to be standing closest to her. “Would you take a selfie with me?” 

          “I’m taking a little poll here at Witches Brew: What is the craziest rumor you’ve heard the no-majs say about us?”

          Marley tilts her head up taking in the fresh air.  It feels so nice to be out and about after a day of being cooped up in some annoying desk work and it looks like her Weimaraner, Harold, agrees.  He takes one look at her and then lifts his head to smell the air, only to grow restless and search from something else to sniff.  He doesn’t get very far before his head gently touches the leg of a stranger and Marley quickly snaps her head to look at what he’s doing.  “ Harold, leave ‘em alone.  I’m so sorry.  He just likes saying hi to new people.”

octavia merely stares at him, eyebrow tilted. then she rolls her eyes. “ach,” the noise is throaty, accompanied by a shake of her head. “men and their egos. just drink some milk and accept that you are not immune to the spice.”

            He knew that he wasn't supposed to be shopping at no-maj shops, but he wanted to get Riley something for being there for him lately. It was when he was walking down the busy city street that he noticed a person selling pins. He looked at them wondering what he should get her. When he saw one that said 'Jedi' he bought it immediately. He put the small button in his pocket and proceeded home. It was a small gift, but it was his way of saying, ‘Thank you for not giving up on me’. He didn’t have many friends, or rather he didn’t have any other friends outside of his roommates. He knew people but still felt as if he was too awkward or his humor too out there. He put the pin into a small envelope with a small note that read:

          I saw this and I thought of you. I think the movies are incredibly long, but lightsabers are cool. 

          He put the envelope on the table and sat down in the common area to read a book. Slightly nervous about the gift.

          “I’m taking a little poll here at Witches Brew: What is the craziest rumor you’ve heard the no-majs say about us?”

there’s a burnt sugar air about her, like bitter honey and sweet oleander, like leaving powdered sugar instead of footsteps, and it makes a home in her wherever she wanders. the serpent pub seems an unlikely match to her brand of living dream, what with its disrepair, but its drinks are strong and she likes to feel dizzy. 

“well, hello,” she titters around her straw, lifting up her oliver goldsmiths. “you’ve joined me at just the right time, darling. it’s simply fortuitous. the bartender has convinced me to order another drink without finishing my first - now it’s yours.”

Zeke was almost breathless as he came to a halt in front of a stranger, “Did you see a kneazle run past here?” he asks, “I’ve been following it for blocks, but it just figured me out.”

“I do not recall doing that, but if you say so, I suppose I should believe you? After all it is possible I’ve oblivated myself many times,” Atlas muses in his normal condescending tone. Atlas pokes his cheek with his tongue and says, “I do think that small fire was an anomaly, it is summer, and you know no majs and their solar mirror things, they reflect perhaps that set fire to your curtains?” He says despite knowing it was definitely one of his spell inventions backfiring. 

“Can we make this meeting quick? I do have quidditch practice to attend, and a five year old who while patient beyond his years is not going to be happy if I have to stay an hour later just because the coach is pissed that I was ten minutes late.”

@knihts “i wouldn’t recommend doing that.” octavia warns, her voice an enigmatic sort of warning. “i’ve seen dire consequences from such foolishness in my time.”