starry eyed

      a fugitive well and truly, corin was ducking through streets, in and out of back alleys, all while pulling her hood close. the world was searching for her... yet as far as she was aware, they still hadn't a name nor any photograph to identify her by. being a "muggle" in a foreign world of magic to which she scarcely felt she belonged had never been easy, it was a trial by fire in the beginning but it appeared, at long last, as though the obscurity of her existence was coming to finally be useful. with only descriptions of "the wolf" to go by, it afforded corin more time to explore her options. and with what she'd learnt from the crime scene photographer, the she-wolf had far more to go off of than before. in rounding an alley corner at breakneck pace, not wanting to be spotted, corin goes hurtling into another's body, ❛   fuck! ❜ she yelps, keen reflexes keeping her from hitting the ground and whilst she desperately wants to run, anxious of the attention their collision might have brought, the brunette is quick in ignoring her better judgement in order to offer the head of dark curls a helping hand, ❛   i didn't break you, did i? ❜ lighthearted, breathless words are said, perhaps, in poor taste... but after almost killing several civilians just nights beforehand, it's safe to say that corin was more than a little wary of the damage she could inflict. even when the form she took on was that of a mere human.

"Fucks sake-" The witch cursed with a wince and scrunched nose. Bruised ego, arse and a cut hand; perfect. That was until the voice pulled her out of her thoughts, about to curse at them until the words caught her off guard. "Break me?" The witch questioned with a quirk of an eye brow as she looked up at the other that had caused her fall. Interesting choice of words, she noted before shaking it off with little to no thought as she assured: "I'm not porcelain don't worry. Believe me it takes alot more than a fall to 'break me'. Nothing broken but my echo and whiskey- damn it.." Marlene muttered as she held her hand up to help the bleeding as she pushed herself up off he ground with a wince. "Careful of the glass- hurts like a bitch." Marlene paused, moving to get her wand from her thigh with her spare had, uttering a soft spell under her lips and watching the glass turn to dust.

Lily scoffed. “I don’t much mind the thought of being a lonely spinster with nothing but cats for company — especially if you’re one with me, how could I ever get lonely?” The thought of juggling a dating relationship with everything else that was going on in the world just sounded exhausting. She’d had a couple of romances during her Hogwarts days, but Lily had never found anyone that really made her heart skip a beat in the way she idealized. Well, maybe there was someone out there who could evoke that response in her, but she wasn’t anywhere near ready to admit it. “I think I can handle my love life on my own, thank you.” There was a hint of teasing sass in her voice, but she did mean it. The last thing she wanted was her friends trying to match make for her. “So where are you dragging me tonight?”

"No truly, as lovely as it would be to grow old with you Lil in a spinster commune, if someone isn't grabbing my ass as the ship sinks it would be such a waste. Especially in this dress." Marlene mused with a smile as she admired herself in. "I know I know-.. Sue a girl for trying. But still you didn't answer my question. Anyone on the horizon I should know about?" The witch queried with a quirk of her eye brow at her best friend in the reflection before she carefully started to apply her red lipstick, as if she were skillfully painting one of her canvases. "Well eternal has a drinks offer on, plus they have cute bartenders, which is always a plus. Thought we could hit that first then go bother the lads at Leaky? What do you think?"

When: 23rd April 1986

Who: Alexandra and Marlene ( @marlsxene )

Alexandra liked when things were hectic. When it was hectic, and when she was busy, she could almost forget all the tragedy that was going on in her life. Of course she could never truly forget. Her entire adult life had been shaped by that night when she'd walked to find her home surrounded by aurors. She supposed her childhood had too. She'd been 15, still a child, when her father had been murdered. Alezandra had had to grow up fast, and it had forever changed her.

Things had been pretty hectic since the solstice. She normally would not have cared, but the alleys were still full of law enforcement. She disliked that, and the sooner they were gone the better. It wasn't as if they could do their jobs properly anyway.

The brunette was walking down Diagon Alley, ready to get home and find herself a large glass of wine. She rolled her eyes as she stepped around a large group that were blocking the path, and in doing so, she stepped into the path of Marlene McKinnon. Most people would have apologised, but Andra was not most people.

"If only people had some spatial awareness to realise when they were blocking the path"

That was until her path got obstructed by a witch. Familiar, though she couldn't place her, Marlene could have sworn she'd seen her lingering with Pure-Blood types like Black, Malfoy and Bulstrode. "My words exactly-" The witch mused, a small frown pulling onto the edge of her features as she looked up at the witch, clearly displeased having been cut off by her. "Most would say, excuse me or even apologize when cutting someone off, if only they had the spacial awareness to realize when they're being rude."

Where: Gladrags Wizardwear

Who: Claudette + Open

After the way spring solstice unfolded, Claudette had taken herself off to France for a couple of weeks to destress. Something which seemed like a good idea at the start; enjoying glasses of wine in the evening sun, chatting with her friends from home and eating food that she couldn’t get in England. The reality was quiet different. As excited as she had been to see her siblings - or some of them anyway she seemed to have forgotten she would have to see her parents too. While her mother had warmed after Claudette gave in and married Alexander, Claude still couldn’t forgive her for it. She disliked her more than ever before, especially because all she ever did was remind her of how small and powerless she could be. Because of the necessary time spent with her mother, Claudette’s mood wasn’t improved all that much when she returned.

Still, when almost ran into someone as she was walking into the shop she smiled politely and apologetically. “Oh I’m sorry, I just needed to hurry out of that rain.”

She'd wanted to stay in touch more, to offer help a friendly hand when she imagined all she'd been receiving were punches. Especially as her cousin's best friend, it felt like she had an obligation all most to check in on her for Gabriel. Still, there was no better time to make up for missed moments and regrets than the present. "How have you been? I'm sorry- I've been meaning to send you an Owl life has just been- well, life. But I hear a congradulations is in order since I last saw you? So how is married life?"

“Not much for today, alarmingly,” He admitted and shook his head, not bothering to disguise the smirk that wanted to make its way over his lips. “It’s going to need a test run now that the wheels got switched and you arrived just in time. Down to double checking fluid levels and adjusting the seat, then we can go if you’re up to it?”

"And here I thought I was going to have to chain us together to get you to take me, guess I'll just have to save it for another wix in need." The witch smirked before shrugged lightly as she took another drag of her cigarette. "Have you forgotten who you're talking to Black? Just move your arse and hurry up will you. We have places to go, chaos to cause, stars to catch." The witch hummed as she hopped off the bench and shrugged on her leather jacket. "Where to first hmm?"

"Hey," he greeted with a smile, as he walked into the room Marlene was in. "Go ahead," he nodded as he sat down, waiting to here what she wanted to know. "Something like what?" he asked curiously. It wasn't that he necessarily disagreed, just that a lot felt out of place these days. "Nothing all that useful," he sighed, shaking his head. "They're trying to get us to prove it was just an accidental werewolf attack, someone who wasn't careful enough and too close to town when they turned."

Where: Annabeth's Flat

Annabeth had written to her future sister in law asking her to come over to spend some time together. She had stopped at the shops after work and picked up several sweets and different snacks for them to try before returning home. Dougal was out for the night and Annabeth desperately needed some time to just relax with her friend without being out in the crowded streets. She much preferred to spend her time at home.

Willow followed along after Annabeth as she went through the house gathering everything they might need to pass the time. The dog was a calming presence that Annabeth appreciated. When she heard a knock on the door they made their way back through the house to open it. "Hey Marlene! Are you ready for a night of fun and relaxation? Willow was missing her auntie. You'll have to give her pets half the night to make her happy." Annabeth ushered the other girl inside before closing the door. "Your brother is out for the evening so we have the place to ourselves."

Oh, look at her, she got the power, so don’t fuck with my freedom, I came up to get me some, I’m nasty I’m evil

I do my makeup in somebody else’s car, we order different drinks at the same bars. I know about what you did and I wanna scream the truth, she thinks you love the beach, you’re such a damn liar. Those great whites, they have big teeth; hope they bite you thought you said that you would always be in love but you’re not in love no more. Did it frighten you how we kissed when we danced on the light up floor? On the light up floor. But I hear sounds in my mind, brand new sounds in my mind, but honey I’ll be seein’ you ‘ever I go, but honey I’ll be seein’ you down every road…I’m waiting for it, that green light, I want it’. Cause honey I’ll come get my things, but I can’t let go, I’m waiting for it, that green light, I want it. Oh, I wish I could get my things and just let go. I’m waiting for it, that green light, I want it. Sometimes I wake up in a different bedroom, I whisper things, the city sings 'em back to you

When he'd come into the bookshop, he was certainly not expecting to hear that. "Congratulations, you're broken the record for the stupidest thing ever uttered in this building."

Bored didn't begin to sum up how Rodolphus was feeling. Work had insisted on his taking time off to recuperate, and he had more time on his hands than he was used to. After all, work practically consumed his time. A dedicated work ethic and simply thriving on focusing on anything but himself kept him happy to take on extra assignments.

Being at a standstill, however, left him willingly visiting the bar. His hair was conveniently at a length of being styled to cover the majority of the scar on the right side of his face, met with the frustration of shifting his head ever so slightly causing the whole mark to become visible. He wasn't overly vain, but there was still a level of self-consciousness that accompanied knowing there was a particularly nasty-looking scratch along his cheek and chin.

"If I wanted company, I would have invited you." He grimaced when the stool beside him was claimed, not ready to make small talk.

Taking a pew waiting for the bartender, the witch was about to order a drink when the unwelcoming voice spoke to her. A frown pulling onto her lips, Marlene quirked a brow of 'seriously' at him as she crossed her arms in front of herself and rested them on the bar. Her leather jacket crinkling as she did so. "With a such joyful attitude, i'm sure it's difficult for anyone to resist wanting to spend time in your company. But lucky for me, I didn't hear myself asking did you?" She spoke, pausing before adding. "A seat is a seat. I was planning to leave, but considering how welcoming your reception is I just might have to settle in for the night. Is everyone here as charming as you or am I just lucky?" Marlene spoke words laced heavily with sarcasm as she flagged down the bartender.

Rosaline was quite certain that her mother would throw a fit if she knew that she had left her flat to go to Knockturn Alley, to the place where it had all happened. She had been released from St. Mungo's with strict instructions to return immediately should she feel ill or develop any signs of infection. The healers kept saying that she was lucky that it had only scratched her arm, and she supposed that compared to Valeria and Rodolphus she was lucky. Val's face was probably ruined forever. If she had been scratched on the face...would Harrison still be with her? And would...would it have been the worst thing in the world? It felt incredibly insensitive to have those thoughts considering it all, but she couldn't stop herself.

Standing in the exact spot that she had been standing in when she was attacked, she stared down at the ground. They hadn't managed to clean the blood up completely yet, and it made her stomach churn seeing it. That was her blood. Hers. Mixed with Andressa and Val's, she was shocked that they didn't have this part of the street blocked off. Had they been in the direct aftermath? She could ask Harrison, she supposed, but she had no idea how he would react to her being there. Rosaline didn't know what she was hoping to find here, but she found herself somehow feeling worse than she had before she got there.

A shuffling noise behind her startled her, and she nearly screamed, barely managing to hold it back as she whipped around. "I--I'm sorry, you startled me."

She'd been casting another spell with her back facing the other when the voice startled her. Familiar, it sounded- scared almost. As she turned her head to look at Rosaline, a small frown pulled onto the edge of her features. Not from displeasure, more sorrow and regret. There was alot she felt she needed to say to the witch, with the heaviness resting on her chest. But now wasn't the time. "Rosaline-" Marlene uttered as she carefully put her wand back away at her thigh. Hoping it would be of some assurance to her, the last thing she imagined she'd want was standing with Marlene wand in hand again. "I'm sorry for what happened to you-.. are you- are you sure you should be out so soon? The medi-winx gave it the clear I hope?"

Slinging a towel over his shoulder, Peter rolled her eyes as Marlene poured herself a shot. “Aye- but you didn’t think to pour that bartender one did you? Some of us have had to work an exhausting shift.” Peter tutted, clicking his tongue as he approached the bar. “I didn’t take you to be inconsiderate of my feelings, Lennie.”  Teasingly using a nickname which he had never called her, just to be a wind-up merchant.  “That sounds like a good bargain- Pete is a fan of the Whisbourne Wasps - questionable taste but at least it’ll be easy to get the tickets.”