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“I’m so sorry, let me help you!” Like most things in her life, Cassie’s first solo trip to Diagon Alley started with a bang  — particularly in the form of her, in an uncharacteristic show of clumsiness, tripping on a loose cobblestone and taking an entire showcase of trinkets to the ground. She had the tendency of falling into places like a meteor, but didn’t actually expect to see a sort of purpleish powder react with Belladonna fluid and cause a tiny, tiny explosion. That was precisely why you just didn’t buy potion ingredients off the streets (and probably why essential oils were so en vogue back home). Alas, she would have been slightly less embarrassed if such an outcome was intended, which it usually was, but not that day. Therefore she kept walking nonchalantly, trying, for once, to blend into the crowd. “Circe! That was A+ brainlessness.” Of course she didn’t expect an answer, but they day was so far throwing her expectations out the window. It was only 9am.

They were unable to hide their amusement at the other’s misfortune. It wasn’t out of malicousness or anything of the sort, though --- just the fact that they could highly relate to Cassie’s situation and because Lysander thought this could’ve come straight out of an old slapstick video. “You alright?,” they quipped, moving over and matching her pace. “That was A+ brainlessness, for sure, but if someone would’ve filmed that, you would’ve gone bloody viral, I’m telling you.” 

“ the olds get so jel when i do anything fun. took a door for a bonfire, never had a problem in the highlands, yeah, but suddenly i’m instigating ‘ pure, mindless vandalism. ’ first off, N O T H I N ’ i do is ever mindless and second off, it’s not my fault i’m out snortin’ lines and shaggin’ nines and you have to pish off home to bake a lasagne. ”

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PLACE IN SOCIETY

Financial: Wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty

Medical: Fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged

Class or caste: Upper / middle / working / slave / Unsure

Education: Qualified / unqualified / studying

Criminal record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no

FAMILY

Married - happily / Married - unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / separated

Has a child or children / has no children / wants children

Close with sibling(s) / Not close with sibling(s) / Has no siblings

Orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parents

TRAITS + TENDENCIES

Extroverted / Introverted / in between

Disorganised / Organised / in between

Close minded / Open minded  / in between

Calm / Anxious / in between

Disagreeable / Agreeable / in between

Cautious / Reckless / in between

Patient / impatient / in between

Outspoken / Reserved / in between

Leader / follower / in between

Empathetic / Unempathetic / in between

Optimistic / pessimistic / in between

Traditional / modern / in between

Hard working / lazy / in between

Cultured / un-cultured / in between / unknown

Loyal / disloyal / unknown 

Faithful / unfaithful / unknown 

BELIEFS:

Monotheist / polytheist / atheist  / agnostic 

Belief in ghosts or spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

Belief in an afterlife:  yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

Belief in reincarnation:  yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

Belief in aliens:  yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

Philosophical: yes / no 

Left wing / right ring / middle / doesn’t know

SEXUALITY + ROMANTIC INCLINATION

Allosexual / Asexual

Alloromantic / Aromantic

Sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable

Romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable

Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious

Potential sexual partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all 

Potential romantic partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

ABILITIES

Combat skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

Literacy skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

Artistic skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

Technical skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

HABITS

Drinking alcohol: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

Smoking: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

Other narcotics: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

Medicinal drugs: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

Indulgent food: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

Splurge spending: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

where: the leaky cauldron  when: august 10th who: @lysnders

Most would say it was too warm for butterbeer, but Teddy didn’t mind it. Anything to get himself out of the Potters’ sitting room was fine by him — and sure, the Leaky Cauldron was dingy and hot, but it was decent food for decent fare and Teddy was usually able to find some decent company to match ( and if not, he was completely fine with reading his book in the corner ). The door swung open with a loud creak as Teddy stepped inside the pub, giving the barman a wave and making his way toward his usual table, off to the side. 

Then everything froze. It had been months, many months, but Teddy could still recognize that long dark hair anywhere. His breath caught in his throat as he realized he was staring at none other than the back of Lysander Scamander’s head, sitting facing away from him at one of the tables near the entrance. 

He had to get out of there. Teddy had managed to last the whole summer until now without running into Lysander, and now was certainly not the moment he was going to break that streak. The last time he’d seen them, Teddy was being ushered from the great hall by a grave-looking Professor Longbottom, way back in February, not knowing that his world was about to come crashing down. Since then, he’d deleted every message, ignored every phone call, lost any and all ability to speak to this person he’d once considered himself in love with. Merlin, Lys had to hate him. 

No, Teddy wasn’t going to face this, not right now — hopefully not ever. He couldn’t risk running out the door and having Lysander see him, so instead he figured he could spend this visit to the Leaky Cauldron in disguise. Light hair, a wide nose, maybe a beard; that should be enough to make him unrecognizable to his ex. Teddy focused his energy, but just as his nose began to widen he saw Lysander turn in their chair. He was too late. Fuck. 

“Oh, it’s you,” he said thickly, as though he hadn’t been staring at the back of their head for nearly a full minute. “I, um — you… hi.”

Lysander Scamander did not hate. Sure, they subtly disliked, avoided and ignored, and there were plenty of things in this world that didn’t please them, but hate? That was something that didn’t come naturally to them. So no, they didn’t hate Teddy Lupin. The idea hadn’t even entered their mind, back when everything was still raw and fresh (wasn’t it, still?)

But they hated themselves, at least a little. Not fully and not completely --- Lysander loved themselves, too, after all, with great confidence, but there was a part of them that they were ashamed of. The part that hadn’t tried hard enough when it came to Teddy. The part that could have done more, that could have faced the fact that the world sucked sometimes, but hadn’t.

That was what they were reminded of when they saw Teddy. They also felt their heart skip a beat, stupidly so, and their instinct was somehow to grin, as they would have had before. But they didn’t. Lysander just looked, for a moment, surprised to see the other there, but then not at all. The Leaky Cauldron was pretty much the centre of the Wizarding World --- they were bound to bump into each other, sometime. Lysander wasn’t mad that they had, that day, even if their skin crawled a little at the memories that Teddy’s presence brought with him.

They couldn’t help but notice that his nose was slightly different. Lysander wanted to snort, but wondered, too --- were they just trying something new, or was this something else entirely? They didn’t go there. Avoid uncomfortable thoughts, smile all the way through it, act as if nothing was wrong in the world at all. That was how they dealt with situations like these.

Maybe that was where it had gone wrong.

“I mean, maybe it isn’t me. Maybe it’s Lorcan,” said Lysander, face straight before a moment before they grinned, slightly, giving away that it wasn’t their twin. They watched their finger glide through the condensation of his glass for a moment. They didn’t want to admit but, they felt an ache nagging in their stomach. “Want to join me for a drink? Be nice to catch up.”

where: diagon alley??  when: time is a construct don’t @ me (before the 13th) who: open to all u lovely heathens

Molly was, as she was wont to do, meandering her way through the Alley. She’d been in Bowtruckle for a little in the morning, mostly to coo over the puppies, but had since left. She’d bought some sweets earlier, and was currently experimenting with a Sugar Quill dipped in some sort of sour popping muggle candy Freya had gotten her —- it was a little chaotic on her tongue, so obviously, she adored it —- as she wandered around, peering into stores, mind flitting from one thing to another.

It was no surprise, then, that Molly —- coordinated enough to walk in murder heels on cobblestone and try roller skate with heels and attempt to be a surfing cheerleader, but easily distracted and able to talk for England —- was not paying quite enough attention to where she was going, and bumped into someone, with enough energy that she actually fell over. When she looked up, though, she said, with delight, “Oh my god —- I was just thinking about you!”

Lysander loved their job. It was simple and fun and there was plenty of room for their creative mind to run wild. Why take a boring internship, when you could work in a secondhand store that was literally titled the junk shop? They didn’t get it, but were quite satisfied with their choices for this summer, especially as their work was located right in the centre of Wizarding London, where there was even more room for creative endeavors and random bump ins.

With Molly Weasley, for example, who wasn’t looking where she was going. Neither were they --- but to be fair, they were higher than a kite, and busy looking at shop windows. “I know. Everyone is always thinking about me, as they SHOULD.” They embraced Molly, grin appearing on their lips quite naturally at the sight of her. “Hey, you. Doing some window shopping, as well? There’s a mannequin at the Junk shop right now who’s looking pretty on fleek, if I do say so myself.”

Lilibet maneuvered through the crowd easily, dodging men whose arms were full of various magical objects, muttering “it’s fine” when a woman bumped into her and apologized. Everywhere she went, Lilibet walked with purpose. Confidence. A plan in mind and a schedule to keep. 

She’d noticed someone ahead of her staring in her direction. Nothing alarming––they certainly weren’t a threat––but still a bit odd. The hair on the back of her neck stiffened and she suppressed the urge to look behind her. No need to make it obvious. Just moments later she stopped before the person and flashed them a smile. 

“Are you alright?” she asked. Her eyes flickered back and forth. She saw a group of witches whispering far to her right. A billow of smoke rolled to her left. Nothing outwardly strange. 

Of course, what she didn’t realize was that her skin had turned a bright green. Chartreuse really. Utterly awful. 

London made Lysander feel alive. They loved the bustling streets, the ways people expressed themselves through clothes, the art that you could find on every street corner. They might’ve grown up in the country, but they were a city dweller at heart. There was always something to do in a city, after all, something to see.

Like a bright green Lilibet Moody.

They couldn’t help but stare, wonder if this was a fashion statement or something else entirely. An accident, perhaps? Or maybe she was doing an Elphaba cosplay --- something Lysander could definitely appreciate.

“Uh --- you’re a bit greenish. Don’t mean to stare, but I do,” they said, shrugging a little, unable to help the slight grin on their lips. “Are you feeling alright? Jealous, nauseous?”

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