a child of fire.

VICTOIRE  KNOWS  ALL  ABOUT  MUGGLES  AND  THEIR  TECHNOLOGY,   in fact,  she would like to think that she herself is immersed in them completely.  she has a fully working mirrorless digital camera in her flat which she uses to snap some pictures during the rare times she’s travelling.  those pictures,  automatically go to her portfolio,  or some muggle magazines and blogs that paid some good money to buy her shots.  if anything,  she’s one of the witches who aren’t stranger at all to gadgets.

          a fond smile can be found on the healer’s face as she draws her sweater tighter against her slim frame.      “   not really,  no.  i was just looking for some fresh air,  just like how you’re looking for a signal.   “      she takes a quick glance at lily’s phone and back to her youngest cousin.      “   if you walk a few more steps it should be there.   “      she offers,  having used that spot once or twice to answer a few emails regarding money and photography.  by now though,  victoire has fully immersed herself in healing to the point where she couldn’t even find the eye to take another pretty shot. 

Taking a few steps forward, Lily is not really expecting Victoire’s advice to work, but after her fourth step, her phone begins excitedly chirping as emails and texts begin trickling it. Whooping, she carefully sets the phone down on the grass so she won’t lose the spot before running a few steps to throw her arms around her cousin. 

“You are officially my favorite cousin!” laughing, she kisses Victoire’s cheeks, and just for good measure, gives her another hug. 

“I told you I didn’t see you.” She had to repeat herself twice, but she tried not to sound annoyed. Lucy didn’t want to go in circles about this argument and tried to make her way back to the Leaky Cauldron. Lily had enough problems to be dealing with, and Lucy still wasn’t sure how to bridge the cavern between the two of them. She certainly didn’t hear very stories about her from James, and Lucy never really asked how she was – despite the fact that they were closer in age than Lucy and James were.

But clearly Lucy wasn’t getting rid of her cousin so easily, when her question startled Lucy as she was trying to walk off. Shouldn’t she be somewhere else? It just seemed odd to be seeing her first of all – and seeing her in a place full of wizards, secondly.

Lucy shrugged at her question, trying to navigate in between the muggles – at least these muggles could actually see that she was carrying something and moved out of her way, but it didn’t hurt that Lucy stood straighter and looked like she was in a hurry. “It’s just work stuff.”

That wasn’t a lie; why would Lucy be in the Ministry carrying a large covered canvas for fun? Wasn’t that… obvious? Did Lily just not know what Lucy did for a living? It was hard not to be offended – Lucy had always been the most artistic in the family since she could hold a pencil. It wasn’t like Lucy kept up with what Lily was doing either.

“And I didn’t see you. So, we are both faultless and this was just one of those little accidents; or perhaps the universe wanted us to meet. Either way, that looks really heavy.” or maybe it was just big, weren’t paintings just basically paint and paper?

That’s right, her mother had mentioned that Lucy had become a painter of sorts. Though, there was something attached to it, wasn’t it? She wasn’t the gallery type of painter, it had something to do with... Though she could remember every single other detail of her conversation she shared with her mom (note to self: tell mum the drapes in the kitchen are terrible, how come we still haven’t changed them?) the actual content was missing from her memories. 

“That must be nice. Doing something you love for work.” she finally said, hoping the generic statement would do the trick.

“To be honest, I barely pay attention to what you say in general. I just assumed you wanted to be front and center.” And now she was lecturing him. Great. He rolled his eyes at the sight of Ginny Potter Jr. with her hands on her hips and trying to get her point across to him. For James, it all sounded like the adults in Peanuts cartoons. When she was done, he smiled at her and said, “Sorry Moon Flower but I don’t speak annoying younger child.” before continuing to the court room. 

“Wasn’t it great? I’ve been practicing.” James proudly said. Of course it was immature for him to make keep egging on his sister like he did but it was always way too easy! Sure he was getting a bit too old for these antics but what was the joy of having younger siblings if you couldn’t annoy them to death? Besides, she was the special child to their parents and family. She was the reason why he didn’t get all the attention he thought he deserved. 

“You’re an adult Lily Luna Potter. Sex is natural and beautiful. My virgin status was lost in 5th year and I’m very proud of that fact.” Too much information for his little sister? Yes. Did he care? Nope because it would bug her the rest of the day. Sweet payback was sweet. “Escort makes it seem like you are some sort of princess or something. And we both know you are far from that.”

“One of these days, I am going to kill you. And I am not even going to try and hide it. You know why? Because no court of law will ever convict me.”   He had it coming. He had it coming. He only had himself to blame. If you'd have been there. If you'd have seen it. I betcha you would have done the same!  the lyrics played in her head as she spoke, bringing a smile to her lips. Though she is happy to be finally done with school, Lily does miss going to a place everyday where her phone works and she can listen to her music. The coffee shop near her house is comfy and all, but she never gets a private moment to enjoy her music. 

“You have? I wouldn’t admit that if I were you, it was terrible James.” even if it had been good, Lily would never admit it. 

Lucy wasn’t even sure why her cousin was here. Were squibs even allowed to wander the Ministry? They did know about the place, but what business did they have? There was a Muggle Relations Office, but Lucy was sure there wasn’t a place for squibs. Was that something that they needed to make now that more and more of them are being born?

Lucy wasn’t sure that Lily was going to pick a fight, unsure of whether or not she was being sarcastic. She would have taken the next lift over, but the elevator had already opened up to the street outside. It would have been smarter to conjure a strap on the painting; that was her plan to do in the lift had it not been for Lily inside, or the lift moving so quickly into the street.

The two weren’t particularly close; after all, Lily didn’t go to Hogwarts like everyone else and Lucy spent her time with Molly and Dominique and her millions of other cousins. Lucy began to shuffle out of the lift, dragging her painting with her. “I told you I didn’t see you. Do you usually see people with large packages and stay in their way?”

“Don’t try to pin this on me! What was I supposed to do? Have eyes behind my back so I could see you running into the lift?” this was not her fault and she refused to take the blame for it. “Next time you should holler or something.”

Lucy was one of the cousins Lily didn’t know very well. She liked her just fine, but her lack of magic means they don’t have a lot to talk about; no shared experiences at Hogwarts, no friends in common. Her being a squib didn’t make it impossible for her to be part of the Weasley/Potter bunch (her relationship with Lucy’s sister is proof of that) but it did make it harder.

The awful thing about floo powder sometimes was how her paintings would end up covered in ash and soot. Not a difficult fix, but an annoying one. What was more annoying was transporting these larger paintings; they often crumbled from fireplace to fireplace and Lucy had no other choice but to make sure they were carried safely back to her apartment where she could keep working on them.

Her arms were outstretched, her line of vision blocked to one side as her cheek was pressed against the cover behind the canvas. All of her work had to be covered until the Ministry decides to release the paintings. Lucy wasn’t as glad to realize that the cases they presided over were so boring that no one bothered asking her what was being covered under the sheet. In a way she had come to realize that the answer she would give would be as boring as the cases she painted.

Her voice was muffled by the fact that she was still holding on to the painting, her arms sore. Her wand was in her jacket pocket, so she couldn’t just levitate it like a normal wizard. She couldn’t see the person from the other side of the canvas, though it was obvious she had bumped into another girl in the lift. “Sorry. Does it look like I saw you?”

Lily already had her suspicious due to the larger than life painting, but when the voice rang out, the identity of the rude witch was revealed. “You’re lucky I love you.” not really, what would she do if this was a random rude stranger? Lock them both up in the lift to teach them a lesson? She wasn’t that dramatic. 

MOLLY’S  RELATIONSHIP  WITH  THE  POTTERS  HAD DEVELOPED  SINCE  SHE  COULD  FLOO  ON  HER  OWN  TO  HARRY  AND  GINNY’S  PLACE.    she reckons she’s roughly about eight years old when she first had learned how to floo to her tito and tita’s house,  and she remembers trying to convince james to play with her,  or albus.  and soon enough,  her floo’ing there had turned into more of a constant thing.  she’s never forgotten her own family of course,  but her visit to the potters had been at least a twice a week occurence for molly weasley especially during summer breaks from hogwarts.  her restless mind always carrying questions for harry,  or ginny.  it didn’t take long before she’s already become a regular face in the potter household.

          she remembers watching lily grow up and being quite proud of her cousin.  lily being a squib has never deterred molly from hoping that lily would achieve great things in life.  in a way,  she started to treat lily luna as another little sister,  next to lucy of course.  while her sibling relationship with both girls differ in dynamic,  molly does love both of them equally.

          the auror office is quite noisy on days like these.  there are arguments here and there about cases,  most especially the hogwarts attacking case,  and molly had withdrawn from listening on.  she’s allowed to work,  but never really do extensive magic.  so everything she does,  she does manually.  she hears lily’s voice from behind her and despite being a little stressed and annoyed at her state of being right now,  she faces lily with a smile,      “   hey there!  oh,  and i’m sorry i really didn’t hear what you said.   “      \      @pottersquib.   starter call.

         “Auror Weasley! You let yourself get distracted.” Lily’s imitation of Harry was pretty spot on, and though she tried to control her tone so only Molly would hear, a few chuckles spread around the office. If she wasn’t a squib, if the Wizarding World wasn’t a chaotic place that made squib lives impossible, this might have been her daily life -- amusing people through acting. “How irresponsible of you.” the impression only lasts one more second, a giggle escapes her lips and she is immediately back to being old Lily Potter.

          Grinning, she leans down to kiss Molly’s cheek. “You look terrible. Gosh, you know, you’re beginning to look like my dad. You’re even getting the same wrinkles as him.” all of the aurors look like crap actually, “Soon you’ll even be wearing the same ugly sweaters as him.”

asher was on the go, or rather he was trying to be. really, he has taken a break away from the ministry and had decided to ignore all things that were pushed onto his agenda, but that only bit him in the ass when he finally came back. – he literally didn’t know what was really happening anymore, leaving him looking through his papers as he made his way through the ministry.

normally, he would be all for chaos; of trying to figure things out on the go and really – cuss people out in russian only to scare them, but this time he definitely found no amusement in it. without much of a thought, he moved his way into what seemed like an empty phone booth, only to stop at a voice. he paused for a second, his eyes not leaving from the parchment before speaking over the lady. “if we’re both heading to london, then hurry up. we’re going to the same place, might as well since we’re both in here.”

Crossing her arms over her chest, Lily stared at the stranger. If looks could kill, he would be bleeding on the floor already. “Excuse me?” if only he had apologized, if only he had looked up and smiled apologetically at her. If he had done either of those things, she would have turned around and called the operator to take them to London. But he hadn’t, so she leaned against the wall, effectively covering the telephone that connected them to the outside world. 

“Now, let’s try this again. But this time, you say please and thank you.”

she’s always in a hurry.   for some reason,  the cases of people using magic within the vicinity of muggles are quite growing and she’s always been doing field work since she got out of hogwarts.  she’s not complaining,  though,  it gives her a lot of things to do.  today though had been more stressful than the others.  she had been questioned yet again at the auror office and after that was a case of a guy apparating within the vicinity of a muggle.  it’s a hard ass day,  and aurine’s prepared to come home.  so she enters the phone booth only to realize that someone’s already there when the person had spoken.

          “   oh shit,  i’m so sorry.   “      aurine sighs.  clearly exhaustion is finally taking it’s toll on the witch. 

“It’s okay.” giving the other girl a hard time might have been fun (and Lily sure had been tempted) but the stranger looked so tired and worn down that she decided against it. “Can you really say you’re working unless you feel like death itself?”

Lily Luna Potter was a force to be reckoned with. When she was determined, there was no stopping the young potter. Not even James talking to a cute office assistant could delay her from getting to the press conference. “Oi, Lily! Chill!” he almost yelled, annoyed that she was dragging him around like he was some dog. He was twenty fucking six years old for Merlin’s sake! 

“We aren’t going to get a front row seat with how high profile this thing is so just chill okay? We get there when we get there.” he nonchalantly told his younger sister. He could care less about this town hall. What was going on in their world was really none of his business. As long as his dad locked the bad guys up and nothing happened to his business (or family) directly, he was good. The only reason he even bothered coming today was because if something was to pop off and his sister was hurt in anyway, he wouldn’t hear the end of it. Especially from their dad.

“I can take care of myself.” he repeated, mocking her in a slightly high pitched tone before snorting. “Maybe I wanted to hear the bullshit excuses in-person. Besides, I can also pick up someone who is scared and needs my beautiful charms and looks to help them get over these troubling times.” 

What a lazy arse! Just because they might not get a seat on the front row, doesn’t mean they shouldn’t fight for one. “Did I say anything about a front row seat?” she asked resting her hands on her hips, “Did you hear that? No. No, you didn’t. Because I said nothing of the sort, James Potter. I want a good seat. And if you keep stopping every five minutes to flirt with every single good looking person who crosses our paths, we will have to sit on the back! And I won’t be able to hear a thing!”

Now, is she taking this a tad too seriously? Perhaps. Does she know she is being a tad too melodramatic? Of course. Is she going to stop? Nope. Her drama teacher would be proud of her performance. “Excuse me?” scoffing, Lily glared at him, barely resisting the urge to stomp her foot in indignation. “Was that supposed to be me? Really James?”