“Hey, what’s that you’re having? That looks splendid!”

Date: January 19th 1982

Location: Ryland’s home 

Starter: @rylandgreen​

Gideon had been feeling a bit lost since the disappearance of his closest friend and he was happy that he was back but he couldn’t get over the guilt he felt. He hadn’t pushed hard enough for them to go find him sooner and their relationship had suffered since his reappearance. Gideon felt a bit listless. Almost as if he no longer had a friend. Things hadn’t been well with his twin since he could remember and he was a bit desperate to get things back on track with Ryland. Though he wouldn’t admit to that even to himself. 

He had made all of Ryland’s favorite foods that day. He wanted him to be taken care of and he wanted even more to have an excuse to see him. He supposed he could just show up with nothing and ask to be seen but it was always better to come with something. He had decided to floo over to the home of his friend but upon his arrival he found himself stuck in the fireplace. Hurt was the first thing he felt remembering that there was once a time when he wasn’t stopped by any wards. “Ryland.” He called out his only hope that the man would hear him and let him in. “I’ve brought you something to eat. Won’t you let me in?” A moment passed and he grudgingly felt he had to mention “It’s Gideon.”

The stillness was unnerving. Daniyah wasn’t sure how long she had been stationed in Hogsmeade, but it was enough time to pace the perimeter of the village multiple times, on the look out for anything out of the ordinary. They should be grateful for any information at all they were able to get about the heist that was to happen. Hopefully, it would be enough to stop the Death Eaters from getting their hands on something valuable. But it wasn’t enough to feel like they were one step ahead. And, in Daniyah’s opinion, when they weren’t one step ahead, they were three steps behind.

That feeling was confirmed the moment chaos started pouring out of the least likely of places. She heard it first, a low rumble that was quickly growing as whatever it was grew closer, and she immediately snapped her eyes to Gideon’s like she would find an answer there. When her mission partner had nothing to provide for her though, her head kept moving to find the source. And she found it indeed.

Students were rushing down the road from the castle at a pace that gave away their panic. Daniyah first started trying to count them but soon gave up on that. It would do her no good to figure out just how many students were making their way to the village or what had pushed them in that direction. “It’s a distraction,” she said for Gideon to hear, mind made up on the fact.

At least there was one silver lining in that: they now knew that whatever was going down was going down now. “We have to stay alert. Block out the kids and focus on what they might be sneaking out of here. We can’t let them get out from right under our noses.”

@gideonthesoldier​

There was plenty that terrified Mary about graduating in just a few short months, but if there was one thing she could honestly say she was excited about, it was having access to more bars. The Three Broomsticks was a lovely and cozy place, but it lost some of its charm when it was one of two options offered to her on a regular basis. Of course, she didn’t have as much time to go out any more, what with N.E.W.T.s looming around the corner like they were ready to strike at any moment.

But on this one free night she had, she found herself sitting at a stool enjoying a Butterbeer. It tasted just like every Butterbeer she ever had here, and that was both tiresome and comforting at the same time. What wasn’t comforting was the casual friend she had come with had seemed to disappear. Probably off flirting with some boy or drunkenly decided to Irish Goodbye. Which wouldn’t normally bother her, except for the fact that now it meant she had to walk back up to the castle alone. A reality she was currently avoiding by having just one more drink.

“Hard to leave when it’s so warm in here and so cold out there huh?” she said to the person who had just moved onto the stool next to hers at the bar. He was vaguely familiar, like someone she had known once upon a time but couldn’t remember from where. Or maybe he was just a stranger with One Of Those Faces, which she could figure out soon enough.

@ggargoyle

She still looked a bit of a mess, if at least a freshly showered mess. Her hair was wet and messy, falling down her back, and she wore borrowed tracksuit pants and a hoodie. She didn’t really want to be walking around the mansion, but there was someone she wanted to find. To gauge the reaction of. 

url inspired edit for @mistletoeandreil (previously prewettx)

Kingsley had a bit of a problem and he’d be the first to admit it. Everyone had their indulgences and his just happened to be caffeine, or more specifically, coffee... several times a day. The first step was admitting you had a problem, right? “Mate, I probably give more money over to you than my landlord,” Kingsley told Gideon, who was his number one caffeine dealer, as he slid the correct amount across the counter for his usual order. “You’re welcome for keeping your business afloat.” He added, jokingly.