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When: Mid-Afternoon, The day after the March for Equality

Where: Alecto and open

The Carrows might not have much money these days, but Alecto still tried to put aside money to spend at Madam Primpernelles. Alecto liked feeling pretty, and she liked going to the cosmetic shop, mostly to get potions and products for her hair. She still liked making an effort and looking good. The shop also tended to be the only that had the blood orange scented shampoo that she liked. So as much as they might have to scrimp for other things, Alecto refused to scrimp on her hair care products.

The alley seemed busier today, which didn’t surprise her, not after what had gone on last night. She wouldn’t have bothered, but she was running low on shampoo. “Excuse me....” She murmured, having to step around yet another person. Did people just have to stop in the middle of the street like this all the time? Merlin. No wonder she tried to keep away from the Alley was much as possible. 

It didn’t help when people were busy gossiping about the evening before to even hear here. “I said excuse me. Gosh. Some of us actually have places to be.” 

Most people these days frustrated Walburga to no end. They either weren’t of a good enough standard to even be on the same planet as her, or they fell to pieces in front of her. Both were equally pathetic, and so she tended to spend most of her days frustrated. It was just lucky that she had a good set of friends that she could blow steam with. Unfortunately today was yet another day where she was feeling frustrated to know end.

Andra couldn’t remember the last time that she had been in Flourish and Blotts, but she was surprised to see that not much had changed since she had last stepped foot in the book shop. There was something comforting about being surrounded by so many books and the familiar smell of new books in the air. She could still remember shopping here for Evan’s books when he was going off to Hogwarts, and feeling so jealous that she didn’t get to go to school yet and throwing a tantrum among the stacks until her father had promised to buy her whatever she wanted. 

In the past few days, Andra had noticed a distinctive change in her mother as she became more adjusted to the Society and she began to socialize with the other witches in their care. She saw glimpses of the woman her maman had been before everything had happened. Seeing her like that quieted some of the guilt that Andra had been carrying since Uncle Cygnus had convinced her to place her mother with the Society. She had even asked for some of those romance novels that she had always been so fond of, Adele Rosier’s guilty pleasure, and Andra had promised to bring some when she went back for a visit.

Grabbing a few books that she was fairly certain her maman hadn’t read yet, she was startled by a noise behind her. Spinning around, she glanced down at the books in her hands, and realizing what it looked like, she felt her face flush ever so slightly. She didn’t want people to think that she read these kinds of books. “These obviously aren’t for me they’re for my mother.”

AS most of Wizarding London lay fast asleep under the protective gaze of the moons and the stars, Larkin Mulciber is awake. Only late-night stragglers from the pubs in Knockturn Alley milled about, stepping wildly on the cobblestone, but Larkin is far from their state of mind. Eyes straight ahead, making long strides close to the shadows. He had every intention of continuing forwards to his destination when he hears something from the other direction, and his hand flies to his wand, gripping it. “Who’s there?” 

“Sorry, what can I get for you-wait, why are you here?”

Fear. It was the small ominous shadow the lurked in the corner of Marlene’s mind pleading for attention. Persistent in bringing it’s obstinate dread, the witch wanted to push it aside. To pretend that everything was going to be okay because, well atleast Benjy wasn’t dead. No one had physically died, yet then how did it feel like she’d still failed somehow? Failed to keep everyone safe, failed to stop whatever was looming in the shadows from coming to fruition. She’d taken heed in Dumbledore’s letter, of course she’d had. Vigilant with her hand barely leaving her wand for the entire protest, yet still her mentor, the person that was suppose to instruct her on how to protect herself, to protect others, to help those in need, to face.. whatever was coming with The Order had been the one to fall. Someone’s she’d always seen as so strong, determined, brave.. yet still he lay like any. Limp, cold and just as vulnerable as the rest. 

She’d apparated to a secluded part of London. Hidden in the shadows of muggles to practice her spells as if throwing jinxes and hexes at bottle could some how ease the unrest boiling in her chest. Hair curled around her as her leather jacket braced her from the winds of the night, Marlene’s healed boots stuck into the gravel, determination in her stride as shaky breath fell off her lips to calm herself. ‘Expecto Patronum-’ With the uttered spell a fox danced around her in a blue hue, running freely like she so wished to do only to dispel when a noise from the shadows jilted her from her thoughts. “Who’s there-” The witch spoke firmly as she spun. Wand outstretched in the direction of the sound, lumos illuminating the dim area around her. “Come out of the shadows.” Marlene spoke further, hiding the slight unsteadiness to her. “Show yourself.”

“Be with you in a moment,” Laurel called over her shoulder as she heard the sound of a stool scrape on the floor. She had hoped that during the slow period of the day she’d restock some of the bottles but it seemed the world just wouldn’t let her be productive. “We’ve got a lot of specials today, just got a new shipment of Dragon Barrel brandy in, if you’re feeling adventurous. We’ve got your usual sherry and Ogden’s Old Firewhisky,” She listed off as she finished corking the last bottle of wine, turning with a grin to greet the customer properly. “Or your basic Elf-made wine. Fancy any of those options tonight?”