“   you  think  that  guy’s  okay   ?   like   ...   mentally   ?  ”   she  questioned  whoever  stood  by  her  side   ,   the  witch  assuming  their  company  meant  they  were  also  confused  by  what  was  happening   .   standing  beneath  a  tree  was  a  man  with  a  picket  sign   .   the  sign   ,   while  beautifully  crafted   ,   held  a  very  amusing  message  :   caitlin  is  a  trollop   .    he  wasn’t  waving  it  around  or  ranting  in  anger   .   he  simply  stood  there   ,   like  an  artist  trying  to  make  a  point   .   “  weird  word  choice   .   not  sure  anyone  says  trollop  anymore  .   ”

          “  you  know   ...   you’re  a  tough  person  to  track  down  .   ”   he  gave  a  breathless   (   and  arguably  inaudible   )   chuckle   ,   offered  in  that  charming  way  he  used  only  when  he  was  trying  to  downplay  the  mental  gymnastics  plaguing  his  mind   .

where:  madam  pudifoot's  in  hogsmeade  village

      if  you  had  asked  mary  to  trace  their  steps  and  truly  think  about  how  they  found  themselves  in  their  current  situation  . . .  well  she  just  could  not  tell  you.  holding  the  cloth  filled  with  ice  against  her  upper  lip ,  mary  hissed  when  the  freezing  temperature  touched  their  skin .  looking  at  the  ever  gracious  worker  of  the  little  shop,  mary  held  the  cloth  closer.  ❛  i  was  on  the  wrong  end  of  a  flying  elbow,  i  fear  ,  ❜  they  said ,  letting  out  a  small  laugh  to  break  the  tension .  ❛  this  better  not  leave  a  mark  !  ❜  

 as he lounged, he watched as people commuted their to’s and from’s. he couldn’t help but chuckle though as he noticed one of the people he had seen began to slip a bit in a muddy patch of grass. biting back the rest of his laugh he called out “ hey careful over there ! need some help ? ”

Finding Sirius Black lounging somewhere outdoors on a nice day was not unheard of. Far from it. He got antsy when he was inside for too long. The sight of him leaning against a tree near the lake, his things strewn haphazardly around him, was almost a fixture every since he was a teenager.

What was unusual was to find him reading. He’d charmed a thick, illuminated tome to hover next to him, leaving his hands free to eat an apple as he perused the text. It was in French - worse, in Old French. He occasionally noted down words to look up later in a little notebook he kept off to the side. But he was interested in the story in front of him, the reactions playing out on his face.

As someone moved into his periphery, he spoke up. “You’re blocking my light.” They weren’t. But if it was someone that wasn’t worth talking to, that would be enough to keep them moving. He took another bite of his apple and turned the page of his book.

shaking her head, everything seems to focus.  apparition was not her first choice, but with the state her life was in, organization was not on her priority list. with a cough to ease her stomach , her finger dig into her robes for a cigarette. she promised she would quit, but she needed a boost to start greeting people. 

a flick of light to her right startles here, paranoia was  a constant for her. fingers rap tightly around the cigarette. shit, guess she would have to go without one. 

“do you need something?” the annoyed tone felt bitter on her tongue. 

where:  student floo  enterance

      as  the  hours  ticked  down,  the  nerves  that  flooded  dorcas'  system  continued  to  make  her  hands  shake  and  her  knees  as  she  grabbed  what  she  could  carry  through  the  floo  network.  she  could  just  apperiate  but  that  always  makes  her  a  little  nauseous.  with  a  toss  of  powder,  her  breathe  caught  in  her  throat  when  the  green  flames  consumed  her.

      landing  at  the  all  too  familiar  hogwarts  college,  dorcas  adjusted  her  bag  on  her  shoulder  as  she  came  out  of  the  floo.  coughing  slightly  as  the  dust  settled  around  her,  before  shifting  her  eyes  up  and  looking  straight  into  the  eyes  of  the  person  before  her.  ❛ back  again  huh,❜  she  started,  shifting  her  bag  to  the  other  shoulder.  

     ❛ have  a  good  holiday?  seemed  like  the  summer  just  ticked  on  by... ❜