#ascendere.starters

location: madam puddifoot’s

time: 7am 

It was much too early for Charlie to be a functioning adult. He was expected to be at Grignotts to inspect their dragon before they opened and was already running late. Though it was a simple mix-up of the port key one of many that he kept on a small chain Charlie felt bad about being late, and knew one f the best ways to make it up was to come bringing gifts. No one could turn down a nice cup of coffee this early in the morning, and he knew that the keeper of this dragon preferred a specific brew from Madam Puddifoot’s tea shop. 

The groggy man who shoved himself into a dress shirt and pants, completely forgetting his suit jacket at home, grabbed for the first to-go cup that came out and heard someone shuffle behind him. Looking over his shoulder, and then back at the cup of something he had grabbed, Charlie put two and two together and gave a light chuckle. 

“Sorry, must’ve been in a bit too much of a hurry. This is yours, isn’t it?” 

location: diagon alley , outside of madam malkin’s robe shop time: 2:33pm , sunday with: anyone

It  was  life  changing  .  it  was  an  epiphany  .  it  was  an  equivalent  to  greatness  .  it  was  hermione  granger  brewing  a  polyjuice  potion  in  second  year  level  brilliance  .  it  was  empowering  .  somehow  ,  he  now  believed  hagrid’s  place  was  the  place  to  be  right  now  .

harry  potter  was  eating  a  treacle  tart  .  

and  boy  was  he  truly  eating  it  .  huddled  just  by  madam  malkin’s  robe  shop  but  with  a  perfect  view  of  sugarplum’s  sweet  shop  .  his  eyes  rolled  back  behind  his  glasses  with  each  bite  ,  devouring  the  treat  with  a  certain  tenacity  .  it  was  looking  more  like  he  needed  a  private  moment  with  the  treat  .  his  cheeks  were  flushed  red  ,  sweat  beading  from  his  forehead  and  he  had  adorned  some  muggle  athletic  clothing  today  .  the  maroon  shirt  fit  snug  on  his  torso  and  a  pair  of  slightly  run  down  soccer  shorts  lined  with  gold  .

harry  potter  went  for  a  run  .

if  you  asked  harry  ,  he  was  still  in  the  midst  of  truly  understanding  himself  and  somehow  running  had  helped  in  the  recent  years  .  it  had  also  helped  him  career  wise  but  amongst  it  all  ,  it  helped  clear  his  thoughts  .  without  a  madman  in  his  head  ,  homework  to  think  about  or  this  so-called  prophecy  he  had  to  fulfill  it  really  left  him  with  so  much  time  to  spare  and  so  many  questions  unanswered  .  he  chose  to  connect  with  parts  of  his  muggle  life  that  he  missed  ,  the  technology  ,  the  pop  culture  and  the  activities  .  he  found  a  love  for  muggle  sports  ,  he  found  a  true  love  for  music  and  enjoyed  his  usual  runs  with  his  ipod  strapped  on  his  arm  and  earphones  shoved  in  his  ear  forgetting  the  world  around  him  .

click  !

harry  stopped  mid  last  bite  on  the  sweet  treat  as  his  eyes  widened  ,  craning  his  neck  towards  the  familiar  sound  .  fucking  journalists  .  he  smiled  sheepishly  ,  crumbs  pressed  on  his  lips  and  eyes  wide  as  he  scanned  for  any  reason  to  leave  .  

“  i  -  um  -  you  .  .  .  ”  he  stuttered  out  ,  if  only  someone  could  get  him  out  of  it  .

theo !!

inside felt claustrophobic. theodore had never been the party type, so one could only guess what had posessed him to come out tonight. the party inside was nothing like the parties he was used to; long nights spent standing at his father’s side, stuffy dress robes, and poor company. as he stepped out into the late night air, it was only as a slight breeze hit him did he realize how hot his skin was. taking off his blazer, he threw it over his shoulder as he wandered a few paces from the door. from his pocket, he produced a small metal cigarette case, cringing slightly as he glanced down at the primis crest that adjorned the front. it had been a gift from elphias doge himself, how could theodore had declined? smoking had been a vice theodore had a picked up over the past few years as a stress reliever. it seemed to do the trick for the most part. wordlessly, he lit one up, taking a drawn-out drag. he watched as the tendrils floated up and faded as he exhaled; a sense of calm and familiarity washing over him.