#dawn:start

The real question, like it so often is, is what the fuck is Jamie doing here? A rager at the Black manor is really not his scene at all, but the last few days have been such a headfuck that blowing off some steam felt smart... and necessary. “Watch it,” he growls as someone bumps into him, nearly spilling his drink. Maybe he should’ve just stayed at home.

WHERE: the black estate. 

gus was wearing a grin as he sat back on the bench, arm stretched out over the back, not a care in the world. “no, alright, so I was having lunch with the girls today, and you’re never going to believe what they told me.”

“So, on a scale of one to ‘very’, how dangerous do you reckon these muggle contraptions actually are?” Ned asks, slapping the motorcycle magazine he’s been perusing down on the table.

Never in his wildest dreams had Graeme thought he’d end up back in this bed. It’s a different ward, of course, but the hospital still feels just as it did five years ago - somehow simultaneously too loud and too quiet. It sets his nerves jangling, so when he realises there’s somebody standing next to his bed, he stirs, looking hopeful beneath his injuries. “Can I go home yet?”

the tuft memorial, her entire family was in attendance and she was no exception. she hadn’t spoken more than two words to her mother before she walked away from the mulcibers and their fake grief, their manufactured sympathy. serena however would not lie to her peers and superiors, she wouldn’t make herself cry over people she didn’t mourn the loss of. on the contrary, she was disappointed grace had escaped with their life. and then there was grace too, another person she was attempting to avoid as their last conversation didn’t quite go well. she looked over at the person she had sat herself down next to and nodded at the crowd “not feeling quite social, then?”

where: florean fortescue’s ice cream parlour. 

It’s a slow day in Diagon Alley, and Axel is crouched over his open guitar case, counting up the change he’s collected since he arrived an hour ago. It’s not a lot, but he isn’t disheartened - that’s just how it goes sometimes.

Feeling observed, he glances up from what he’s doing, an easy smile spreading across his features. “I’m on a break, but if you have a request, maybe I’ll make an exception.”