#ghostsstarter

“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.

Curiosity floods through Luna’s system like oxygen. It is part of who they are, something they have developed into a trait that is defining. And so, when eyes catch the other person’s appearance they cannot help but say, in the most matter-of-fact tone, “You look different.”

“that bag with those shoes? oh, honey, NO.”

"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?”

So term starts in a few days and I could have sworn Madam Malkin would be too busy to finish my custom cloak but she worked her special brand of magic and here it is. It looks like the night sky, right? and the stars actually glitter and twinkle. I don’t think I have to be a ravenclaw to appreciate such beauty.

“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.

date: 20 august 2023 location: undecided / ambiguous time: 9:30 p.m. status: open

“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!”