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                 so preoccupied with fleeing, rowle hadn’t realized that he’d left behind the very robes that he’d gone out that afternoon to purchase.  when he got home to his flat he would have been livid, fists slamming against the counter as he cursed under his breath.  he’d let a little embarrassment make him sloppy, earn him a second trip into town to pick up the things he’d left behind.  thanks to mafe, he was saved from himself;  though his embarrassment levels were spiraling to previously underachieved levels.  he was half tempted to apparate away just to save himself but mafe was busy draping a set of robes over his arm.  if he tried, he’d likely splinch them both – or worse, she’d end up back at his hole-in-the-wall flat on the outskirts of diagon alley.  he grimaced.  that, he decided, was a worse fate.  

     “ those aren’t mine. “  he continued to grimace, eyeing her robes in distaste.  somehow he got the feeling that the cut of her robes wouldn’t compliment his figure.  he snickered at the visual, coughing to hide it.  “ thank you. “  it was said with a grimace, the tail end of the angry scars marring his face scrunching up.  while they no longer hurt him physically, they were a reminder of what had happened the last time he’d let someone get too close.  unconsciously, he took two steps away from mafe.  it was instinct.  “ i hope you weren’t looking for a delivery fee. “  he snapped, regretting it almost instantly.  he’d vowed that when he got out of azkaban prison, he’d try to put a damper on his uncontrollable temper.  after all, it wasn’t as if he’d had any friends, or family, waiting for him on the outside when he got out of azkaban prison.  the rowle’s that remained were embarrassed;  at least when rowle sr. had been locked up, he’d been fighting for the things – and people – he believed in.  rowle jr.  had just been drunk, stupid, and reckless.  no one respected that.  “ sorry. “  he coughed, clearing his throat.  “ i just mean - thank you, i suppose. “  his grimace – because really, you couldn’t call that look on his face a smile – softened.  “ velasco. “

「 ✨  rowle has mentioned a canon object. x6 」   「 ✨  rowle has commented on something mentioned on the kiosk x2 」

          somehow phoenix knew that mafe was right and that she probably shouldn’t be waving around a wand.  she tried to casually slip it up her sleeve, frowning when she poked herself with it twice while trying to get it to settle properly. hrrmph. for something so flexible, her wand wasn’t exactly cooperating.  she sighed, relaxing as the cool air from the cooling charm hit her straight in the face.  “ you’re the best. “  she chirped, the words slurred a little too long.  best suddenly had five syllables.  had it always had five syllables ?  honestly, nix wasn’t sure.   thinking was a little rough, like she’d stayed up too late listening to pantera and her ears were ringing, her vision was blurry, and she felt like she could fall asleep sitting up — no matter where she was.  she murmured as much.  yawning, a smile warmed her features.  “ seriously. you are. no, you are. you’re here … you’re here, helping me, being a good person.  you’re such a good person.  you’re … snow. “  she frowned.  “ i meant, pure.  i meant, good.  like a disney princess. “  she grinned. “ except if you were,  you wouldn’t need a prince to save you.  i mean,  you could save yourself.  you saved me. “  she was rambling now but there was no stopping her.  once the bludger broke loose,  it couldn’t be contained.  “ hey. “  she dragged the syllables out, wide green eyes trained on mafe.  “ you’re pretty. “  she giggled, covering her mouth with her palm when she snorted.  god.  she’d never been this drunk in her life.  

「 ✨  phoenix has mentioned a canon object. x3 」 「 ✨  phoenix has used a wizarding idom. 」 

" aw, stop it. ” mafe cooed with a little giggle following behind, brushing a silly strand off phoenix’s forehead with the help of her free hand. “ yes, i’m here. ” she couldn’t help but snicker as the former hufflepuff slurred her speech, finding the gratitude she had on mafe rather adorable for her own liking. she didn’t know what disney princess meant exactly, but princesses were still princesses, right ?  she giggled lazily until doe eyes turned a bit wider at the sudden compliment. “ oh ? ” mafe blushed. blushed. the slytherin alumni rarely blushed ! perhaps the comment caught her off guard, but she also found it so innocent coming from phoenix... yet, it was a bit saddening to be aware that she was drunk. but like her mother once said, drunk people are the most honest people ! the brunette just had to giggle, pretending that her cheeks weren’t as rosy as her colored lips. “ thank you, pho-pho. i also think you’re really pretty. ” she said with a nod of her head, giving her wand a tiny wave for the cooling charm to subside slowly. “ really, really pretty. ” it was until it stopped when mafe placed her palm over phoenix’s forehead, trying to check the temperature as if she was a healer herself and knew what was going on. the witch was still blushing as she parted her mouth. “ how are you feeling, pho-pho ? do you still want me to use the coolin’ charm on you ? ”

𝓘t was the weirdest thing. As soon as Mafe left the bathroom, Claramae started to feel better. Something whispered in her ear, soft as a butterfly’s wing and as warm as a hug, that her luck was changing for the day. She didn’t know about leaving the house and going somewhere as busy as Wiztoberfest, but maybe she and her best mate could find a way to celebrate the Solstice on their own.

After Claramae went through her morning ritual, she found herself in her and Monty’s walk-in closet. She looked at herself in the antique full length mirror, her head tilting to the side as she twirled her wand. With a wave of her wand, her slip was replaced with an ensemble composed of tights, a plaid pleated skirt, and sweater. 

She shook her head. Not in the mood. 

With a wiggle of her nose, she repeated the action. 

This time, she was wearing an orange fuzzy sweater, high wasted jeans with a belt adorned with a pumpkin in the middle, and a jean jacket. The jacket had a badge that said, “World’s nicest badarse.” She waved her wand again, and her hair shimmered as invisible hands went to work. Her long curly hair was french braided into two loose separate braids in the back.

Claramae waved her wand once more, and a jean jacket appeared from thin air, which she slid one arm into first; the one not holding the wand. She then traded the wand with her other hand to finish the process. Oh, what the heck, she thought to herself as she put a glamour on her eyelids; an orange glittering one to match Mafe’s. 

She was giggling to herself by the time she was fully ready, and heading down the stairs. 

Claramae hummed to herself. “It smells good down here, Mafs.”

She walked into the kitchen and plopped down at the breakfast counter. She closed her eyes as the sun dusted her cheeks. Then she looked down at all of the books on the counter. Alchemic recipes, her own notes, customer sheets from clients, and a half written letter to the therapist she wanted to make contact with. Fudge. Had she left that out there all night? With a curt wave of her wand, she banished it to her office. 

How was it that she used to be so much more stealth a few years ago than she was now? Was it the Slytherin house ideals, or the fact that she was now only surrounded with healthy relationships; the ill-informed belief that you had to hide certain thing would strike her on occasions, only for her to be reminded she actually didn’t have to..

She was disrupted by her thoughts by Pinky the house elf bringing her a cup of Peppermint tea. She smiled in thanks, still looking a little perturbed. One thick brow was raised as she took a sip, looking over something.

“So,” Claramae began, looking up. Even just that simple syllable reeked of her posh accent. “What are we eating? What have you been up to? And feel free to answer in any particular order.” 

「 👩🏼 claramae used a rita skeeter boost. 」 「 ✨ claramae has mentioned a canon object x7. 」 「 ✨ claramae has brought up a magical subject x3. 」 「 ✨ claramae has cast a spell x6. 」 「 ✨ claramae has referenced something from hogwarts: a history x5. 」

“ thaaaaaaaank you ! ” mafe beamed from her spot near the stove, a spatula in one hand and her wand in the other. she didn’t turn around to give her really questioning best mate a look since she was waving the hardwood of her wand to sprinkle some granited cheese on top of the tortillas. “ well. we are eatin’ enchiladas for breakfast. i was goin’ to do something really corny like, pancakes with bacon and eggs and orange juice for m’lady. but like i said, that’s corny ! ” the brunette snorted, finishing the sprinkling with a low “ yay. ” before sending it back to the oven with a curt wave of her wand. why was she still holding her spatula ? to feel like an actual chef, apparently. the brunette placed it down before wiping her hands with a dish cloth.  “ it’s going to be ready in fifteen minutes, ” she said, turning to the alchemist with a grin. “ so hold ye’ hungry hippogriffs ! you know what an amazing cook i am when i want to. the wait will be worth it. in the meantime, ” she gave her index finger a little twirl, a basket filled with flower shaped biscuits floating to where claramae was situated. sadly, maria fernanda wasn’t the greatest when it came to wandless magic. the witch shrieked when the basket fell. “ arresto momentum ! ” the brunette shrieked with a wave of her wand, starting to awkwardly laugh before gathering the basket rapidly before it hit the ground. “ galloping gargoyles ! i really am shit with this witch ! ” mafe placed the basket in front of claramae and snickered. “ safe and sound and pretty ! these are a gift from mi mamá, by the way. she says she hopes you enjoy them. ”  the witch draped with green sat before claramae with a cheshire grin, but not before leaning over the counter to press a kiss on her forehead with a “ muah ! ”. “ ye’ look as beautiful as a veela, clarita sofia. orange does suit you. ” mafe pointed out with a slow nod of her head, crossing her ankles once while smoothing down the fluffy skirt with the small of her palms. “ i’ve been lookin’ for jobs. ” mafe sighed, mumbling a gracias to pinky the house elf when she was handed a cup with coffee. “ mi papá refuses to leave me alone until i start working for me’ own galleons, but in the meantime i just have been helpin’ him with his magical creatures while looking for a job in the daily prophet. ” the slytherin with huffed, a wavy bang bouncing off her face. “ i don’t think i ever told you this but... one day zeke took over the witching hour at the wizarding wireless network and i pulled me’ best posh accent and sent him an owl to ask what i could do, ” slim arms place on top of the counter so she could lean over it, pouting just the slightest with a blush on her face as if admitting that was embarassing. “ he said everythin’ i wanted to hear but at the same time i keep hesitatin’ every time i see an ad. ” she sighed. “ i’m a good cook. i was thinkin’ of askin’ good ol’ tom if he needs a cook at the leaky cauldron. maybe i should owl florean fortescue for an interview or whatever to become a manager at the hogsmeade shop... maybe i should try to get into the the english national gobstones team like i wanted to. ”

      knowing that the witch behind him was equally as unimpressed as he was helped dull some of alaric rowle’s rage. breathing in sharply, he waited for the witch behind the counter to painstakingly go through her math again before handing him two knuts.  he thanked her dully, tucking them into the pocket of his cloak.  unfortunately for rowle, he’d forgotten that the seam had ripped; even a series of reparo spells hadn’t been enough to mend the fabric.  one of the knuts plunked through the hole, hitting the ground with a ting !  he sighed, bending down to scoop it back up again.  he’d toss it in the bag with his robes and fuss with his cloak later.  he was bone tired from being amongst people all day, especially given the tedium of an underage part time teller being unable to do simple maths !  “ don’t worry about it. “  he replied to the witch behind him, eyes scrutinizing the pink-cloaked girl as he tried to place her.  it wasn’t until she started mumbling in spanish that he placed her;  mafe velasco, one of his former students.  merlin’s saggy tit. he blanched.  it was always AWKWARD running into his former students whenever he was in public —  as if he knew that they knew that his life had fallen into shambles since the days he’d taught at hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.  at least when he spotted a familiar wix on the knight bus,  they were usually too consumed with whatever brought them there to spark any recognition !   hoping that he could slip away without being recognized, rowle shoved his hands in his cloak and moved to leave the store … unfortunately leaving behind the robes he’d just paid for. 

「 ✨  rowle has mentioned a canon object. x10 」 「 ✨  rowle has mentioned something from the kiosk. 」 「 ✨  rowle has used a wizarding idiom. 」

  𝓒laramae could tell she was worrying Mafe, from the audible sighs to the hands that tried to soothe her shoulders, but that sort of telling was easier than confiding in her something she wasn’t even sure how to describe. “No,” Claramae said softly. The elemental witch stared at the water filling the large tub, and soon a minor whirl pool formed, like the ones that would appear when you pulled the plug and minutes later, the bath was seconds away from finishing draining. That was how she felt. Drained. But having Mafe there helped. “Well, actually,” she added in her posh accent, laying her head against her best mate’s. “You’re already doing it.” It was funny how a witch who was so centered in the water related arts could so seldom bring herself to cry. She turned around, buried her face into Mafe’s neck, and held on for dear life. But no tears came. And then she let go, because in her sea green eyes, selflessness was choosing to not let whatever darkness this was brush off on the ones she loved. This was her curse to bare alone. “I’m going to take a bath now.” She turned her back to Mafe, brushing her hands over the wispy brown curls at the nape of her neck, her other hand holding her barnet as she tied it up. “Why don’t you get started on breakfast with Pinky? I’ll be down soon.”

「 ✨  claramae has mentioned a canon object x3. 」 「 ✨  claramae has brought up a magical subject x2. 」 「 ✨  claramae has used a special ability. 」 「 ✨  claramae has used a wizarding idiom. 」

       “ it’s 29 knuts to a sickle. “ rowle repeated, trying and failing not to get agitated.  “ 29, not 27. you owe me 2 knuts. “  his jaw clenched. while it might not have seemed like a big deal to most, 2 knuts could be the difference in whether or not rowle could afford to pay his rent that month.  to him, it was a big deal.  “ it’s not hard.  should we count together ?  1, 2, 3, 4 … “  he scowled, counting aggressively.  the robes he’d purchased were long forgotten, strewn on the counter as he leaned forward on his elbows. 

「 ✨  rowle has mentioned a canon object. x2 」 「 ✨  rowle has  commented on something mentioned on the kiosk. 」  「  ✨   rowle has bought robes. 」  

nadia had noticed the daily prophet– but just didn’t decide to comment on it. something the brunette very seldom read. if anything she probably read witch weekly more. it just didn’t interest her, blimey one could say it was even boring. if the witch wanted to know something she’d find it out for herself, she somehow almost always did. but that was just because.. merlin were people trusting sometimes. perhaps too much! is what she often thought. there’s a reach of her wand; the dark colored cloak moving from it’s spot around her shoulders, and onto the back of the chair. doing the same exact same thing with her bag. time is galleons after all, and it saved time doing it the way a muggle would.

“you alright over there?” the dark haired brunette inquires with a raise of her eyebrows, although. not judging per se– it had been a genuine question. perhaps, it was just one of those days. “brilliant! it’s almost like you read my mind. but than again when am i not up for getting drunk or having a few drinks? the answer is never.” who could blame her? it was fun. you know, actually having fun. “you know i’m up for gossiping too. i’m sure one of us has to have some pretty interesting gossip to share. for merlin’s sake, i couldn’t think of two people who deserve this more than us!”

「 ✨  nadia has mentioned a canon object x6 」    「 ✨  nadia has cast a spell x2 」    「 ✨  nadia has used a wizarding idiom x5」   

as much fun as unemployment has been, still is. nadia knew it was probably time to be a little more frugal with her galleons– when she knew there would be a point; of her blowing through everything she had and the main purchase of what she had been her flat. which admittedly had cost her the most amount of everything she had. and she would never ask either parent to help, not that to be fair she ever seen them long enough to ask anything. her mum was always busy working for the ministry it seemed, and her dad? oh merlin that was an entirely different discussion and how absent he could be on her. after all, they only seemed to talk to her when it benefited them in some way, as unfortunate as it was– after eighteen years of her life, she was used to it. used to them being absent on her. nowhere to be find even when she wanted them to be there.

the worst of it? the brunette hadn’t even decided on if she wanted to play professionally. a big part of her did, because it was what she knew and what she was good at. she was a wicked beater, and a naturally skilled one. teams had expressed interest in her, and she had gone to visit the few quidditch teams she had interest in herself. but it hadn’t panned out as of so far, so she was back to square one. it was all but a waiting game, more or less and merlin was it a slow one.

there’s a huff at the thought. a clear sign that it was even a frustrating one to think about. even if it was directed at no one in particular. “another, thanks.” came her words, as she on that note finishes what very little was left in her glass. “did you want another as well? if so, it’s on me.” she offers towards her company, in one of her why not moods. dare one say ( who knew her, that was ) say it was actually friendly and not her usual faux friendly.

「 ✨ nadia has mentioned a canon object x7. 」  「 ✨ nadia has used a wizarding idiom x2 」 

    “ i did participate … but i didn’t see anyone do anything to my butterbeer. “  her words felt muffled, as if she was trying to speak past a mouth filled with knuts.  “ you think so ?  oh, that’s not very nice of them. “  she frowned, allowing mafe to lead her away from the table and over to a nearby bench.  she’d gone to hogsmeade to enjoy herself at the witching hour; have a few drinks, maybe get a turkey leg, and chat up some of her former hogwarts friends.  ending the night with her mind spinning as she drank in the cool night air hadn’t been in the cards.  “ mafe. “  she made a face.  “ i don’t, uh, feel so hot.  i mean, i do, feel hot.  too hot.  “   another face was made, her nose scrunching up as she fanned herself.  “ i’m gonna — cooling charm.  i need a cooling charm. “  she withdrew her wand,  holding it wrong side up as she gave it a wave.  without the spell, it did nothing. 

「 ✨  phoenix has mentioned a canon object x7 」 「 ✨  phoenix has mentioned a magical subject 」