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where: Ministry gala

Rodolphus approached to the bar and studied the variety of options he had. He was surprised that, for once, there seemed to be some quality liquor. “Ah, is good to know that at least they use my taxes to buy quality stuff” he murmured before ordering a double firewhiskey. 

where: River’s Garden flower shop

Fawn wasn’t sure how she felt about being back in England, the place she once called home. She had been a teenager when she left and now she was a woman. A widow. When she looked back, all she could say was that she was a survivor with many scars and her emotional stability hanging by a thread, but she was still standing and moving forward, because that’s what she promised David.

Oh, David...

Her fingers instinctively moved to the wedding ring hanging in the golden chain around her neck and took it to her lips. There was not a day in which she didn’t miss her husband. Her attention went back to the hydrangeas, they were recovering from a nasty infection. “Look how better you all look... so colorful...” she murmured to the flowers as she sprayed them with some medicine she brewed herself. It was then when she heard the doorbell ringing, indicating someone walked into her shop. Fawn looked through the leafs and flowers first to see who this person was, but she couldn’t tell properly. 

It had been a while since Iris went out for a drink. She normally worked at night, she had most of her comedy shows at night, and the nights off she spent them with her daughter, Constance. But this particular night, Connie was at her parents and she didn’t have any shows, so she went to a bar to have a drink.

It seemed so strange, she hadn’t gone to a bar since before marrying Sebastian. Besides, proper pureblood women like her weren’t supposed to attend to these places on her own, it was unladylike. However... proper pureblood women like her weren’t supposed to send their husbands to jail, and yet, Iris did. Iris walked into the establishment and head straight to the bar, where all the lonely people like her sat. She removed her coat as she looked around before taking a seat and ordered a fruity cocktail, not noticing that someone took a seat right next to her.

Going back to the routine after one of her episodes was difficult. She had spent an entire week isolated in her home and today was the first day out. Okay, maybe going to a pub wasn’t the best idea, maybe she needed something more gradual, but there was no food in her home, so she decided to grab a quick dinner at her favorite pub.

She was sitting at the bar, toying with her plate of food, too immersed in her thoughts to realize that someone had asked a question. “Huh? I’m sorry, what?” she apologized, looking up from her untouched plate to the person speaking to her.

She left the Daily Prophet quite late and the streets of Diagon Alley were less crowded than usual. She wasn’t afraid though, she had harboured enough power to feel safe almost anywhere. Rita was making her way towards her favorite apparition spot. Her eyes were on the road but her mind was elsewhere, there was so much work to do, she needed to start her new book while also write a few articles. 

Maybe that’s why she didn’t see her and accidentally bumped into the woman. “Oh God...” she murmured before realizing who she was. Oh, she was Walden’s crush. “I am sorry” she apologized quickly as she placed her bag back in her shoulder. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did, I?” She then wondered, not sure if she hurt her or it was all good.

when: burns night

where: hogsmeade

amycus knew that there would be a lot of people out celebrating burns night, and part of him had debated just not going out at all. however, recently he had been spending more time with the dead than the living, so eventually he headed towards the bright lights and celebrations in hogsmeade. 

he’d always had a soft spot for the little village, it had certainly given him ample opportunities as a student for a good time, and as he walked towards the noise, he wondered whether he would see anyone he knew from hogwarts here tonight. 

fighting his way through the crowd, he went to collect a drink  , his gaze lingering around those nearby. due to being an ex death eater, amycus was still rather twitchy when it came to crowds, still wary of who was around him, and their intentions. “ ugh, happy celebrations, and all that crap” amycus mumbled, rising the bottle he had been holding as he toasted to the person beside him.  

“You know, it’s rude to stare,” Walden murmured. Carrying flowers was not something he was regularly in the habit of doing but the bouquet had caught his attention and he figured it wouldn’t hurt to throw the small gesture in his wife’s direction once home. “I was gone what- a week, if that? Would have extended staying home a little longer if work hadn’t thrown my assignments at a completely incompetent sod.”

The visit to the bookstore was meant to be purely work related since there was a new anthology she planned on perusing before properly purchasing it. She had found the book in question and left it temporarily forgotten, distracted by new books in the children’s section. Mckenzie made it through three of the books before giving an exasperated sigh. “I can already imagine my kids pointing out all three are too similar,” She grimaced. “Maybe it’s time to seek out  a few muggle ones for a change of pace.”