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( questioning | she / they | kristine froseth ) —— isn’t that MARGRET “ PEGGY ” FAULKNER ? yeah that is them , sitting there at the GRYFFINDOR table with those other SIXTH years . when sybill looks into that crystal ball of hers , she sees bruised hands and knees with wide grins , the golden light flitting through dusty blinds late in the afternoon , hands up and head held high while rolling downhill on a skateboard , the warmth left behind by apple cider that had just a little too much cinnamon , and the scent of sweetpea and rain mingling together , which seems about right for that EIGHTTEEN year old . anyway i’ve heard they’re pretty INTREPID , WILLFUL , and PROTECTIVE . apparently they’re NEUTRAL and PUREBLOOD but i’m sure that’s not related …

where; hosgmeade, outside near the three broomsticks whom; peggy & josie

As someone whose apartment more closely resembled a Rorschach test than an actual living space, Edith thought she knew how to navigate chaos. But this was different. This was actual chaos, and she didn’t know where anyone was. She’d only gone out to pick up some new quills and now everything had closed and no one could leave.

Edith grabbed for the first slightly familiar face she saw. “Peggy, it’s Peggy right?” She asked, panic creeping into her voice. “What’s going on? Why can’t anyone leave?”

–

        “they uh...” peggy isn’t usually one to struggle with her words, yet as her eyes dart from the faces around her to the woman that’s speaking to her, she can’t seem to figure out what to say. she’s momentarily torn between regretting and being thankful that she’d had josey out with her today, but as the dog shifts closer and settles his weight against her leg she’s glad for the comfort he brings.         she shook her head as she attempted again to focus, vaguely recognizing the other and nodding slightly. “peggy, yeah. it’s... i think there was an attack? or a raid - i saw some hitwix and aurors. at pippins’ potions. i... didn’t realize we couldn’t leave.” the distress lacing her tone is subtle still. she doesn’t think as she reaches out to touch the arm of another nearby wix, not noticing the tremble in her hand. “excuse me, miss? do you... do you know what’s going on?”

     ❛     𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑙  𝑚𝑒 …      do  you   actually   use  no-maj  and   muggleborn  ?   ❜       sirius  continues  to  ask ,    likely  fixating  on  the  most   benign   point  of  the  lot .    still   —  if  you’re  going  to  call  them   no - maj ,    why  does  that  not  translate  as   no - maj - born .    nomajkin .   then  again ,   it  may  quite  literally  be  so   uncommon   that  the  english  word’s  thrown  in  for   lack   of  another  one .    sirius  glances  at  peggy ,   however ,   smirk   crawling   back  in  its  place  as  he   nudges   her  arm .      ❛     no  need  to   apologise ,    you  realise .    i   asked .    and  that  sounds   nice ,    really .   ❜       he's  sure  there’s  likely   another   array  of  problems  he    wouldn’t   be  free  from ,   only  living  in  a  different   country .    but  it’s   nice   to  imagine  they’d  be   easier ,    at  least ,    to  handle .      ❛     you  were  practically  grounded ?   for  what ?    breathing   strange  ?   ❜       but  sirius  sits  back ,  lifting  his   shoulders   in  a  shrug .      ❛     well ,   if  you’re  looking  to   avoid   repercussions ,   you  can  always  blame   me .    no  offense ,   but   i’m   not  exactly  scared  of   your   mom .   ❜

                 bold what applies. i’d give credit, but i can’t find the original, so.

                          ❝   i   didn’t   suspect   cissa   knew   all   of   these   people   —   ❞   merlin,   he   didn’t   even   know   half   of   them,   which   was   shocking   in   and   of   itself.   ❝   but,   you   were   hoping   to   find   me   ?   ❞   uh   oh.

        “oh, she doesn’t. i heard from several people that they just heard there was a party going and decided to crash it - not that i imagine she minds the extra company.” she hums a bit, shifting while keeping one arm around rikard. “i mean not really you specifically, but i’m not too upset. any familiar face is better than none.”

“Americans got to stick together, for sure. If I get a few more drinks in, I’m not sure anyone else is gonna understand me.”

        “don’t worry, i can play translator for the night! not that i think they’d understand me much better, but with the both of us explaining i’m sure someone’d get it.” 

for: @gcatchloves​​​

        “if you’re going somewhere, can i come along?”

CLOSED / @peggyfaulkner​

          “ merlin  ,  really  ? ”   he  didn’t  have  the  energy  to  deal  with  the  tangled  bundle  of  fluff  at  his  feet  that  had  gotten  tangled  around  a  tree  .   “ anyway  ,   mina  says  gandalf  should  be  the  name  of  a  bird  ,  but  i  say  he  looks  like  a  wizard  . ”  

        “well...” she can’t help but grin at the pup crouching down to pet him. “i can’t say he seems all that wise yet, but he does have that air of mischief that i always got from gandalf. what did mina say you should name him?”

“Me? Are ye sure?” Finn laughs, accepting the hug from the tiny stranger anyway. They haven’t met many Americans in their life, but they understand they tend to be a little friendlier than their British counterparts. “We’ve not actually met, have we? Else this is about to be really embarrassin’ for me.”

        “well... no, but it seemed like the right kind of thing to say if i was going to go for a hug anyways.” she kept forgetting it wasn’t exactly common for people to be as physically affectionate as they were where she grew up - between her friends either being used to it or just as affectionate and the number of people that seemed to humor her, she hadn’t had to adjust her behavior much. “it would be a teensy bit embarrassing, though. i can’t imagine it’s easy to forget an american witch around here.”  

       ❝   -  were  you  actually  invited  to  this  ,  then  ?   there  was  a  group  of  wix  talking  about  it  at  work  earlier  and  they  made  it  seem  it  was  open  to  anyone  to  attend .   i  haven’t  even  seen  the  birthday  person  themselves  just  yet  ,  been  busy  trying  to  find  the  bloody  table  with  drinks  first  .  ❞ 

        “oh for sure, there was a bit of a word-of-mouth invite and it got a bit out of hand. the drinks actually aren’t too far from the birthday person, last i saw - over in that corner, a little out of the way but the selection’s not bad for being so last minute.”

@peggyfaulkner​

“apparently sirius said that someone is trying to use a big stick as a broom and i thought it was stupid at first but now i honestly want to try it,”

      ❛     𝑎𝑟𝑒  𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠  𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ      different  in  america  ?    or  is  it  just  a  shift   in   neighbourhood  dynamic ?   ❜       he  asks ,    knowing  he  toys  a   line   much  more  complicated  than  mere   opinion   might  be  able  to  answer .    still ,    sirius   knows   what  he’s   really    wondering .    it’s  likely   unnecessary   to  do  something  like   keep  checking   —   but  for  all  he  knows ,    peggy’s  fallen  into  the  flock  of   peacocks   he’s   abashedly   part  of ,   and   you  know   —   that  makes   all   the  difference   as  to  how  the  rest  of  this  conversation  is  going  to   carry   over .    to  him .    he  sits  back  in  his  seat  at  the  question  she  gives ,    grin   expanding   mischievously  ;    enabled .      ❛     you  can  leave  in   plain  sight   if  you’re   bold   enough .   ❜       he  claims ,    fingers  toying  with  a  loose  string  on  his  robes .      ❛     you  only  need  to  be  prepared  for  the   repercussions .    in  my  opinion ,    they  show  up  just  the   same   either  way .    but  i    suppose   i  have  enough   respect   for  the  poor  company  we  hold  to  try  and  be   sneaky   about  it .    my   parents   can’t  drag  me  along  if  i’m  not   there  to  begin  with,    can  they ?   ❜

location: howlor hall cissa’s pre-birthday party @beforedawnstarters​

        “oh hey! i was hoping i’d find you eventually - there’s just.. a few more people around than i was expecting, definitely got lost in the crowds a few times.” 

        “too affectionate, according to... well, a lot of people. my mom’s the only one that’ll nag me about it usually, but... i just like being close to people. letting them know i’m here and i care and just.. you know, all of that. it was a lot ‘worse’ before i moved here, though.”

        “i had to leave josie at home and go with my mother to some stupid brunch with the stuck up ladies she’s still trying to impress, and when we got home i found him in my bed with his favorite stuffed toy tucked up against the pillows with gerald-eena. it was the sweetest thing.”

“well you should’ve said something sooner!” mina insisted, one arm already digging through her bag. “i have saltwater definitely, and possibly strawberry laffy, but honestly, they’re not my every flavor beans, i would never release such a horror into the world.”

        “well i didn’t imagine you’d just have some on you - i swear i could kiss you for it, though.” she all but bounces up on her toes, wrinkling her nose and shaking her head at the very thought of the beans. “i really don’t get how they manage the sell them, especially with the flavors they come in.”