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Felicity wanted to believe she wasn't a superstitious woman, always saying that she only believed in what she could see and touch. But in reality, she knew there were things that couldn't be explained, that there were things they weren't supposed to mess with, and so she always was careful as not to anger any spirit that could ruin her in some way. It wasn't something she shared, not really, keeping it to herself. A successful businesswoman who believed in ghosts, that would be quite a tale.

Yet, now that Finnick was absolutely nowhere to be found. Ad she was worried, no texts and no calls, yet she knew he was safe. It was such an odd feeling, as she knew he was around, that he had been at their place, but it seemed she was avoiding her. However, instead of having her anxiety going crazy, she knew there had to be an explanation. But there was no way she would stay home and wait for him, when the city was celebrating and Felicity didn't wait for anyone.

She brought her cup to her lips, enjoying the sweet taste and the warmth that washed through her, sighing contently as she kept listening to one story a woman was sharing. In all honesty, she had come to Harlem Meer for the Pumpkin Flotilla, but she had arrived way too early and now she was enjoying the goodies the festival had to offer. When she saw a familiar face, happiness filled her as she jumped to her feet and crossed the green to meet him. "Hello, stranger." They hadn't seen each other ever since he had come to her office to pick up his laptop, and she couldn't help but wonder more often than she should about him.

Romeo hadn't joined the event, not really. He had been asked, and he had gladly helped to set everything up, but he didn't wish to spend the night at the tour, not as a narrator anyway. He had come as a guest, wanting to hear everything behind of those theaters he loved so much. He was sure he had seen Christine somewhere, but there were too many people and different paths, so it was difficult to find her. Besides, she probably was there with the boyfriend, and he didn't wish to be the third wheel that night.

He smiled at the young woman next to him, offering her one of the maps they had been giving out. "So you know where we're going." He already knew, he had been around to know every tour, but it was still very exciting.

Oh, how she had waited for this night. She loved their family, she loved Eddie, but there were times she missed when it was only the two of them. And so she always looked forward to the date nights, and it was even more excited now that it was one of her favorite times of the year. The always came to the Queen Night Market when it was around, and it was all so the very fun when they came in Halloween. She would make sure the buy something cute for Eddie, for sure.

Esme grinned at her husband as they walked hand in hand down the street to the market, looking around to the people talking cheerfully ad they also made their way to the market. "I’m so glad you could take this night off, I know it's a busy season at the hospital." Celebrations meant more drunk people around, reckless people that somehow always ended up hurt and taken to the hospital.

They hadn't been looking for it, with barely two months after their wedding, but she supposed it was something that could happen. Of course, they had discussed it, way before getting married, as they planned a life together. But not like this, with so many dreams that made no sense, the anxiety bubbling in her stomach as she felt something bad was about to happen, as she held the stick in hand string at her friend.

One, two, three, four -- Mary had lost count of how many she had taken, how much water she had drunk that morning, just to pee on a stick that had changed everything. In all honesty, she was happy. A child with her husband, the person she loved the most, should be enough to have her jumping around, if it weren't for the fact something didn't quite felt right. "Please, say something."

A sigh escaped her lips as she stepped into stark industries building. So many times she had seen it on her way to school, and she had never given it a second glance. Now? It was all different. Wanda was still having a hard time blending the memories she had in that place with the real ones that were slowly returning to her. She had been terrified at first, wondering if she had lost her mind, but now everything was just so clear.

If there was one person that could help her, one she could trust without a doubt, it was Tony Stark. She had been led to a laboratory by some blonde girl that was just the exact carbon copy of Pepper, but she didn't want to think about how weird this place was as she saw the man she had considered an enemy for so long, then the only family she had, and now a complete stranger. It was exhausting. "I'm sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

Mara checked her wristwatch once again before rolling her eyes with a loud sigh. Oh God, she loved her sister more than anything in this world and next, but how she hated the messy tornado she was. She hated that she couldn't be on time, even if she had made sure to tell her to be ready an hour before than when they actually had to leave. "Sunny, what the fuck?! We're going to miss the subway!" And she didn't want to go late, there would be too many people.

She wasn't in a bad mood, thank you very much. She could very well could spend a day without Adam, they weren't that attached to each other. Yet she checked her phone to see no message waiting for her, and it only annoyed her even more. "Sunny!" She groaned very unladylike and took a seat on the couch, looking around her sister's place.

It had come to a surprise, the way it crept into her mind, awakening her heart in ways she couldn't explain. Catelyn sighed, more as gasping for air to clear up her mind. There were vague memories of a golden castle, the beautiful sea, an immense love and even greater pain filling her heart. It had been the strangest dream, one she wanted to remember, one she couldn't quite grasp.

It was a very annoying, familiar voice what brought her back to life. Her hand reached for her glass of cider, even if she was highly considering a good glass of red wine. But the headache was too much and she had no idea why she had decided to come to this place instead of being at work. "It's not taken, you can sit." Not really, she didn't wish to share her table with the blonde beauty, but there weren't many empty seats and she didn't want people to recognize her and say she wasn't polite.

Arthur was never one to shy away from a party. He enjoyed the music and the social scene. While he wasn’t much of a drinker, he enjoyed the odd glass of firewhiskey or two and, when it was a Marauder’s party, he usually had access to the good stuff. It wasn’t bad to have friends with money - not that the flame haired youth would ever try and take advantage of a friend’s hospitality and willingness to share their wealth. For the most part, Arthur’s life was simple and easy. All the money in the world couldn’t change how content he was with his lot in life. 

The party was slowly dying out but Arthur still hung around. It had been an interesting night, and he had no need to get up early for classes - the benefits of being in your final year. Most of his classes were in afternoon blocks, except for an early morning Care of Magical Creatures class on a Tuesday morning. Just as he was moving to get another drink, one of his favourite songs came on. Turning to the person closest to him, he grinned and gestured towards the dance floor. 

“Hey, let’s dance!”