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Betty never liked to do anything slow. So being back at the gym only four days after the fiasco at Azkaban— even though she was still processing and healing— made her feel productive. Focusing on her physical recovery in the gym helped keep her focused on the overall goal. This way she could still feel useful, knowing she would be back out in the wild in no time. 

Fate seemed to have other plans for Betty’s recovery. She had just finished up her workout when the explosion ripped through the studio. For the second time in less than a week, Betty was being knocked off kilter as the ground beneath her feet shook. Not being in the direct line of the blast this time had the advantage of minimal ringing ears as Betty assessed any damage she may have incurred.

It was a high of 27 degrees Celsius and the warmth stayed throughout the night, even as the sun set across the ocean and the sands. That’s why Cory sat there in a yellow, crochet bikini top and cut off denim shorts, nursing a cool glass of something the color of a sunset. Had it been called a Bahama mama? She was enjoying it, tapping her foot to the beat of a tune she’d never heard before.

Where: A Brewed Awakening 

Who: @daphnedavenport​

“No, it’s okay,” Clem insisted, “you take the last one. I’m happy with an,” - she paused, peering around the display, - “a raspberry and white chocolate muffin.”

“Pardon?” Leigh tapped on the witches’ shoulder, hoping this wasn’t an obnoxious way to get her attention. “Are you in Junior Witches League?” She tried to remember all the faces she’d seen at the event. Her response letter was clutched in her other hand.

On her walk tonight, Lux had found herself on Low Street. She was disgruntled after stumbling upon the fact that she’d left her wand back up at the castle and her lighter was out of juice. “Peaches,” she approached the first passerby, words slightly mumbled from the cigarette planted between her front teeth, “I need a light.”

Tony checked his phone for the twentieth time. It was finally three p.m. He scanned over the kindergartners clustered around him, most of whom were whispering amongst themselves and fidgeting nervously. After taking count to assure that they were all there, Tony crouched down and clapped twice to catch their attention.

“Alright kiddos,” he began as the children turned to face him. “I know a lot of you are nervous, but there’s no reason to be, okay? You’ve practiced hard and you’re gonna do great. No matter what happens, I’ll be a proud teacher.” Tony grinned broadly and gave a thumbs up. “Now go out there, do your best, and let’s show the first-graders who’s boss!”

At his final words, the kindergartners stumbled out into the town square. Tony snuck around the side and took a seat on a hay bale, watching intently as the music began to play and his students fumbled to grab hands. None of them were synchronized; they were all waltzing around offbeat and tripping over one another’s feet. One student fell, but he bounced right back up. Tony felt a surge of pride.