Daisy Hookum

Tiberius looked at the person in front of him, he thought he knew her from Hogwarts but couldn’t quite remember their name. “I’m working to change the laws from within the department, with a five year plan on how to improve the legislation we have set today. Might not be fireworks and spells, but I just don’t run my mouth if I can’t back it up. Tell me, what exactly are you doing to change the views and laws of the magical community?”

It was comforting to hear there was intention behind his words. She’d heard far too many hollow promises. Her entire body relaxed after he spoke. The intensity of her gaze softened and a faint smile pulled up the corners of her lips. “I didn’t mean to snap at you. It’s a sensitive subject for me.” Daisy dropped her gaze to her fingers nervously tangling and untangling themselves. “I think it’s better to change the system from within instead of using violence. I don’t have the skill to effect change in the ministry. I’m settling for doing my best to not die and be a positive energy. I guess snapping at someone is a funny way of going about it. Sorry. I don’t mean to ramble. Old habit when I’m...” she trailed off, not wanting to keep rambling.

     It was nearing midnight and Jago was ready to go home. Most of the late night patrons of The Dusty Moon were finishing up their last rounds or had already left. Jago wiped down a table with quick, rough motions before looking up at a lone figure at the end of the table. Rolling his eyes, he stood up straight, tossing his rag onto his shoulder, “Hey, we’re closing soon, you should get outta here.” he called down, a bit of edge in his voice.

Daisy had ducked into the pub on her way home to avoid the rain. She’d gotten lost and considered apparating, but wasn’t confident with the conditions and how tired she was after work. One drink couldn’t hurt even if she was unfamiliar with the place. She didn’t expect to fall asleep at the table, but there was no way around how exhausted she’d been as of late. His voice brought her back out of her sleep and she gently rubbed her eyes as she looked around the now almost empty building. She thought she recognized him, but his name escaped her. “Sorry,” she muttered, gathering up her bag and preparing to leave.

“I feel like we need to update the legislation, laws in the wizarding world are biased and we need more equality in them.”

“You feel like it?” Daisy raised an eyebrow at the choice of words. “It must be nice to be in a position where you can discuss the welfare of others cavalierly like brunch small talk.” It was a personal issue for Daisy and she often found herself quite defensive of the topic even if his intentions were good. “If you truly care you would be doing more to actively promote change rather than running your mouth.”

He liked Daisy. He didn’t know her too well when they were in school together but admittedly she was a warm welcome anytime he entered Flourish & Blotts. From time to time, they’d have light conversations, ranging from the weather to books and while it might not have meant a lot to the witch, Regulus enjoyed the routine. And for some reason he was more than surprised to find her here, standing in a beautiful light blue dress. She was definitely turning some heads and honestly he couldn’t blame anyone who was staring. As she walked his way, Regulus offered a smile. “Is this your Cinderella dress?” 

@littlestdazeee​

It had taken some convincing to get Daisy to attend the Ministry gala. She wasn’t fond of large gatherings, but the promise of friends attending and the chance to wear her Wendy Darling dress sealed the deal. She’d purchased the dress some time ago on a whim and had been waiting to wear it. Still she was nervous about the open back. Her style was typically very conservative. She couldn’t help feeling even more nervous with others looking at her. It was a saving grace when she locked eyes with Regulus. She had initially met him in school, but didn’t get to know him until the past year out of school. He was a regular in the book shop and she enjoyed their small talk. “It’s my Wendy Darling dress.” She did a small turn to show it off. “What do you think? Am I ready for Neverland?”

{ alisha boe / female / she/her } – ♦ The war is here. The realization hit { DAISY HOOKUM } as they stood alone on the streets of London. They are a { EIGHTEEN } year old { HALFBLOOD } { CLERK AT FLOURISH & BLOTTS / WRITER } who can be described as { COMPASSIONATE } and  { CONFIDENT }. But be wary for they are also { ABSENT-MINDED } and { NAIVE }. Currently they are siding with { NEUTRAL }.  – ♦ { meg ✘ twenty-five ✘ she/her ✘ pst ✘ august seventh }

The period songs that Daisy listens to on repeat:

I’ve Just Seen A Face - The Beatles “I can’t forget the time or place where we just met.”

My Girl - The Temptations “I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day.”

Something - The Beatles “Something in the way she moves attracts me like no other lover.”

Can’t You Hear My Heartbeat - Herman’s Hermits “When you move up closer to me I get a feeling that's ooo-wee”

If I Fell - The Beatles “Cause I couldn't stand the pain and I would be sad if our new love was in vain”

Don’t Go Breaking My Heart - Elton John & Kiki Dee “Right from the start I gave you my heart”

I Want To Hold Your Hand - The Beatles “Please, say to me you'll let me hold your hand.”

Do You Believe in Magic? - The Lovin’ Spoonful “If the music is groovy it makes you feel happy like an old-time movie.”

With A Little Help From My Friends - The Beatles “Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song and I'll try not to sing out of key.”

Mr. Tambourine Man - The Byrds “I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm goin' to”