setting, winter lights festival, near madame puddifoot’s. open, for anyone in aurelius ! ♡
“ i won’t lie, i’m kind of glad that the unforgivables aren’t going first in the line up, ” fred mentions to the person next to him as he drums his fingers against his wand where it’s tucked into the wand pocket fixed into his clothes, their anxious post-gig energy causing them to rock on the balls of their feet. they’ve just finished a cup of tea from madame puddifoots, but they have half a mind to get another, just for something to do in the meantime. “ you’ll be watching, won’t you? ” he asks then, turning his attention to the other wix with a raise of his brow, accompanying his words with a charming upturn of his lips.












