#ghostsevent

“I have one glass- all vodka, please.” Iosef raised his hand talking to the bartender. He felt a stare hit his back and turned around to see if his intuitions were correct. He was met with eyes and his eyebrows perked, “Can I help you?” he asked, not trying to sound rude but also not sure what else to say.

"So that breathes real fire then? I imagine that they have placed proper precautions.” Neville gestured to the roller coaster that swirled and curved down windy paths. “I’m getting a bit motion sick just looking at it go.” His face was already draining of color. “Are there any other...uh...less twirly rides?”

Maybe the scent of wet earth could have been brushed off as rising off the river, but there was no mistaking the sharp scent of coffee that lingered by the Tunnel of Love — amortentia was definitely involved, just as she’d hoped when she had wandered near it, drink in hand. A smile lit her face – only the slightest bit smug – as she turned to her companion. “Don’t you just adore impending chaos, fueled by injudicious use of potions?”

“Another butterbeer,” Francis ordered, not even looking at the bartender. Rather, they were looking around the tent. They’d heard rumor that several members of the Order were going to be attending the festival (okay, so it wasn’t that hard to get that intel when many Order members had children who were in the Lightning Insurgency). Francis was convinced this time they’d finally convince them to let them join the Order. Sure, the LI was fine, but the Order was where all of the real work got done. And Francis was seventeen now. They were an adult. Perfectly old enough to decide they were willing to risk their life for the cause. It was only a matter of time before he’d find an Order member to try to convince.

“what do you think? i got it as the twilfitt and tattings pop-up shop,” annette spun around, showing off her new dress, “very summery, non?” she giggled, her voice affected with a french accent similar to her mother’s. “where to next? the maze? the petting zoo? oooh, i bet they’ll have kneazles----or maybe a wampus cat!”

Pouting often got you what you wanted. At least that was what Mikołaj had noticed whenever his younger sister pouted. If she just scrunched her little face adorably up at papa, he would bend over backwards and make her every little wish come true. The sad thing is when you're an obnoxiously tall sixteen year old boy, pouting did not do the same for you. No matter how much Mickey pouted at the man standing before the Ogden's tasting tent, no matter how hard he tried to convince him he was "of age" (a lie, of course), the man would not budge and allow the young wizard into the tent. If only he knew how helpful it would be to the anxious boy to be drunk off his arse while in the middle of the animated crowd attending the festival. If they just let him have a couple quick shots, then maybe Mickey would be able to stand being there.

    annie was only here at her father’s request. it was for a good cause and therefore they needed to be there to show support. but, right now, her father was talking to colleagues and anne was stuck standing in the back, staring wide-eyed at the sweets from honeyduke’s. she walked over, only to bump into someone. “oh, excuse me. i was just getting some sweets and..” she trailed off, hoping whoever she bumped into was at least someone she knew.

Quirking up a skeptical brow as he read over the itinerary, Brent lamented, “Nearly all of these attractions rely on levitation charms. I understand the the Ministry is aiming to expand its target audience for this festival, but considering the rate at which muggles injure themselves on such rides every year and putting into account the limitations of the Levitation Charm, including its time limit and its inability to work on humans, it seems inadvisable. And then there is the issue of unleashing uncontained boggarts on children.”