#da:starter

          “fine, sit in there and say no comment, but don’t be surprised when there’s an article tomorrow morning bashing your god-awful, pompous, idiotic boss,” he was practically yelling as he was all but dragged out of the office by some bodyguard who most definitely had some type of giant in his family. he still was clenching the notepad in his fist, rounded glasses dangerously close to falling off before the door was slammed in his face. he huffed, fixing his sweater and pushing his glasses back up on the bridge of his nose. “people certainly just don’t have manners like they used to,” eddie grumbled as he put the notepad back into his bag, still visibly irritated at the situation. 

POP. the loud sound was accompanied by a figure seemingly falling out of the sky, landing smack on the pavement. allowing a long string of expletives to escape from his lips, albus potter quickly brushed himself off as he stumbled to his feet. it was times like this where he truly hated his job, where he wished he would’ve chosen another career path. anything other than the department of magical transportation. he’d hoped to work with brooms, he never thought he’d wind up administering apparition tests. and he certainly never imagined falling out of the sky as part of a failed attempt, but there he was. allowing another swear to escape his lips, he reached up to run his fingers through his hair as he frantically looked around. “excuse me,” he called, loudly, as he stepped towards the center of the seat, “has anyone seen a frazzled teenager? i seem to have misplaced him!”

“What’s wrong with alone time?” Astoria always needed her time to recharge. It was simply a part of her life. It was normal. Perhaps she took it for granted that she had surrounded herself with supportive people for so long now. She did love spending time with friends and family, but she didn’t think another person was always needed when going out. Sometimes it was nice to have a day out to oneself. She thought it helped all her relationships that they were able to have time apart. She always wanted to maintain her independence. It wasn’t about the perception of everyone else. She would prefer to be known more as a healer than a wife, but that didn’t mean she didn’t like being known as a wife. She was proud of her relationship and her husband. This was about her. It was for her. She never wanted to lose herself in anyone, or anything. Alone time was a necessity. “I stopped needing a chaperone many years ago.”