when: 9 September 1980 where: Hogwarts dungeons; between lessons who: Aly + @asheravery
A single finger twisted itself into the plastic, cheaply made rosary draped around her neck, while thin lips welcomed the ass of the shrinking cigarette. It could’ve been mistaken for a spliff and that would’ve explained the sudden onset feeling of paranoia.
The squid floating by the extended windows did cause a trickle to go down Aly’s spine and she straightened then, flicking into the nearest ashtray. There’d been a reason she’d dragged Amy to their own gaff on Low Street. Despite being surrounded by unfavorable neighbors, silencing and locking charms existed and she was at the ready to use and abuse them.
“How good do you follow news? Close an’ shit?” Aly took ganders at all major papers, Muggle and Wizard alike. She’d discovered it was newspapers that often presented opportunities. How else would she know of a crowded, Dublin marathon happening next month on the 27th? Papers also shared joyous news, such as chaotic tragedies at the hands of her brothers and sisters. She could not help relishing in all of their success stories, big or small.















