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“Everyone looks quite dashing, don’t they?” Absent fingers pick at the hem of her red skirt while she waits on her drink, because it’s either that or the mildly-itchy blonde wig she’s stuck atop her head, and frankly playing with her skirt seems less of an overt gesture. At the present moment, if she’s being completely honest, Pandora would infinitely rather be back at home with a warm cup of tea and the old, dusty tome she’s been working through–but the party is a good thing to do. Or so she’s trying to convince herself. After all, she and Xenophilius have got matching costumes this year and they put a good bit of effort into them and she should at least try to enjoy it. Right? Right. 

TRUTH BE TOLD, he doesn’t know how to FEEL about the news that has greeted his return to england ; time spent in the remote french countryside doing ORDER DIRTY WORK ( and when did he start calling it such internally, instead of DOING HIS PART? ) is usually ended with not good news upon his returning, but at least remus can find glimpses of restful peace spent with friends most times. now, though, there is a familiar face splashed ‘cross the front page of every newspaper. remus’ heart hat stuttered to a stop at first glimpse, mistaking the face for SIRIUS and wondering what happened until he’d stopped and looked for more than a passing second. it’s a GUILTY TRUTH that remus had breathed a sigh of relief upon realizing it was regulus who has vanished into thin air and not sirius.

She holds Bill’s hand as Charlie rests on her hip. They accidentally got into Knockturn Alley instead of Diagon Alley, so she quickly hustles them through until Remus stops them. “Remus?” Molly blurts out as the boys peer up at him with limited curiosity. “The time, Merlin - give me just a second.” She wiggles her hand from Bill’s just long enough for her to see the time before he whined for her hand again. “Two-thirty, you alright?”

she didn’t really resent the amount of work she had to do after a few days off as much as she probably should have, given just how much her easy to follow organizational system fell apart in her absence. sure, she was ready and waiting to make some points to her boss ( such as the fact that as the only one doing anything at all, she clearly deserved a pay rise ), but she LIKED to be kept busy. idle hands were the devil’s workshop, as hal evans would have intoned, and she found herself agreeing with the sentiment. better to be so busy she had no time to daydream than be perched on the rickety stool behind the counter, waiting for any of the regulars to pop their head ‘round the door.

“At your nearest convenience, I need you to tell me that I’m an utter and complete idiot.” Wren leans her on her hands on the counter. The huff she let out was loud and tempestuous at best. “I will not be resorting to love potions...right?”