#eras starter

       frank took another long drag from his cigarette, puffing out the smoke in small rings that he watched carefully with his eyes. ❝ i know i shouldn’t, ❞ he said, speaking to the figure he could hear approaching from behind. ❝ but in times like these, i’d say this is kind of warranted. ❞

While there were good sides to being stuck in the future for Lucius Malfoy --- like knowing he’d never go to prison ( long ) and that he’d make it out alive out of not one, but two wars --- but there were downsides too. The biggest one was, most likely, the confusion he felt regarding the way these future generations dressed. Lucius was known for being well-dressed ( he knew it, at least ) and to see these people dress in clothes that barely deserved to be clothes was something he took almost personal offense to. “Do really in the future think it’s really appropriate to match those shoes with those ... trousers? If those could even be called trousers.”

“minister. hm.” kingsley gave an almost amused snort, putting down the copy of the daily prophet he’d been handed with his coffee and danish and  betraying little of the bewilderment he felt. he felt almost guilty for the disappearance of his future self, someone people seemed to need very badly right now. in any case, he was decidedly not the minister, now, but he still wanted to do what he could to help, and he assumed that started with informing the ministry that while their kingsley shacklebolt was missing in action, he was here and ready to be of use. future or not, there was still a war to be fought, apparently. “i hope they’ll at least let me back into the auror corps, at least.” he murmurmed, mostly to himself.

     “The prophet’s really trying to fuck with us today, isn’t it? I finally caught up with and not only did the date say it was the twenty fourth of September in the year 2024 BUT it said that Kingsley Shacklebolt was Minister of Magic too.” Hannah rolled her eyes, letting out a short laugh, “if only he was, you know. The PROPHET is just completely losing it’s credibility year after year and I’m going to have to find a better publication or something to get news from.”

astoria stared at the tapestry in front of her, familiar yet marked different----where it had always, and still did, list the headmasters of hogwarts, past and present, it seemed to have been added to overnight. “snape?” she couldn’t keep the incredulity out of her voice. “snape as a former headmaster. okay. because that makes sense.” 

albus released a ( shaky ) breath, hoping to release the tension that was tight in his chest; to no avail. he felt physically SICK, his arm clutched around his stomach as the words of the prophet tattooed themself across his brain. his parents -- the two people who kept him grounded, who kept him safe -- were missing. and not just that, but they could be here... just not as themselves. younger, maybe. the thought alone made him DIZZY. he could barely stay upright as he stumbled through the castle doors, the crisp october air hitting his face as sharp as a thousand knives. he breathed again, hoping to control his racing pulse as he walked towards the lake, begging for the fresh air to do him some good. ❝ calm down, albus, ❞ he muttered. ❝ you’re overreacting. calm. down. ❞