#alice001

She’s already been there an hour when she spots a familiar face looking for a seat at the crowded cafe. She waves to her cousin. “Alice.” She nods to the empty seat across from her.  “Care to join me?” 

There was a spring in Jackson’s step. Even with all the chaos happening from the past few days, anyone who knew Jackson could see that he was happier. Almost nicer even. Sometimes, other people would even catch himself smiling for no reason. Jackson wouldn’t even know until someone else would point it out. The cashier at the convenience certainly did when Jackson went out to buy popcorn - plain of course - for movie night with Ethan. The half-kanima quickly dropped his smile and gave the cashier a snippy look that was more like his old self.

Walking on his way back, he bumped into... fuck, what was her name. You’d think Scott would have remembered after taking her to the clinic during the Strawberry Moon. But currently, the only thing he could remember was that she was Scott’s girlfriend. “Hey,” he greeted. She didn’t have to know that he didn’t know her name. “How are you feeling?” 

alice crouch. merlin, was that her full name? you would think that he would know his betrothed’s full name and yet here he was grasping at straws, mind reeling from this revelation-- there was another big word betrothed. he had one of those now, apparently. according to the piece of parchment that he was clenching in his fist. as if his own opinion was meaningless -- had he ever said more than ten words to the girl? wait no -- he had. they patrolled once or twice in their lives, apparently their lively conversations about the horrors of potions was enough to ensure that his life was signed to hers. 

he turned the next corridor, barreling to the doors of the puffle commons, he stopped the girl in yellow, “hey -- could you hop in there and find alice crouch for me? she’s a few inches taller than you -- blonde, probably fuming or in shock -- you can tell her that frank longbottom is out here. you know, the boy that’s referenced in the letter she’s probably clutching in her hands--” he rambled, out of breath as he watched the girls shocked expression for a second before she had taken off into their commons. 

@serpentalic

His legs are out and he’s grateful it’s warm. If he were younger or the world circumstances different, he’d be shy about sitting in just his boxers but his self-consciousness had died a while ago. The worst of his scars are out of sight, anyhow, nothing but a few long scratches and bullet wounds from good old dad. It was the arms ( and face ) that took the brunt of them.

Vaguely he’s aware of someone hovering nearby, Kane sees enough in his peripheral to know they’ve stopped because of him or his terrible taste in tunes. “Get your free looks in now,” he deadpans out, not looking away from his sewing, “Stick around too long and I’ll have to start charging.”

@alicevfortescue

Fabian had been working on a concealment charm for the entire session of charms club and still wasn’t getting it. He couldn’t figure out what it was exactly, but he supposed it was his wand movement. Fabian turned to the person next to him in exasperation. “Alice, tell me, what am I doing wrong? I can’t get this charm right.”