PERIOD : present .

TAGGING : @unforgivableboost​

everything in sage’s life had gone up in flames the minute she had graduated from hogwarts but at the same time, she had never felt freer. she could finally be herself without the constant watchful eye and disapproval of her parents and her older brother. it was liberating. she could do what she wanted without asking for permission. taking a sip of her beer, dark hues remained focus on her glass as she acknowledged the person next to her with a slight grin. “ come here often ? “

samuel slid onto the bench at the leaky cauldron, placing his hands up onto the bar top for a moment before he leaned back against the back of the stool. he turned his head to look at the person beside him, a light smirk making its way to his lips. it quirked his mouth upward, a slight dimple appearing. he pointed at the other, raising his eyebrows expectantly. “drink?” he asked, because he definitely needed one. “it’s on me,” he offered. 

the entire reason sage had come here tonight was because she needed a drink. she had hoped by sitting at the bar alone would give off the impression that she didn’t want company but it seemed to have done the opposite affect for this individual. the dark haired witch raised an eyebrow before turning to the bartender, “ what’s your most expensive drink ? i’ll have that, thanks, “ before turning back to the other with a slight smirk on her face. 

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑. ( @unforgivableboost )

see, the bad thing about being recognizable was regulus couldn’t just sit on the front step on a building that he didn’t really know the purpose of (but definitely knew it was closed) in peace. blinking up at the person who’d apparently decided to stand directly in front of them and interrupt their people watching, they let out a long-suffering sigh. “do you need something? it’ll certainly pain me but i can move, if you’d like.”

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“hey, hi,” she said, breathless, as she handed them the cloak she had over her arm. “could you hold this for like…” finishing that sentence meant she had an idea of how long it would take to shake the hangover out of her bones (there hadn’t been time to find a potion), so she kept quiet. calla briefly flashed a finger at them, the one pleading for patience, before flipping her head over. immediately she began shaking her hair with rabid fingers, tousling the look to hopefully decrease the lumps from passing out on wet hair. finally, she righted herself, a grateful smile on her face as she retrieved her item. “woke up late, and if you didn’t already know, goblins don’t exactly like the effortless look.” in truth? she could have used a vanity charm, but she had been angry with the bank for shacking her up in a hovel, so minimal effort reciprocation was the way. 

“ there are only three options for black sheep: live authentically and get kicked out of the community, have the courage to move out on your own and rebuild from scratch, or hide your true self and desperately try to fit in ( which you never will) . ”