#it's queuetiful

"They are watching you." Eliza breathed softly as she stood beside the tall Gentleman "Is there a reason they are looking at you?" She smiled softly.

Rhys inclined his head at the unknown woman. He firmed his mouth and surveyed the room. She wasn’t wrong. 

@thebrightestgryffindorwitch

Harry pressed a kiss to Hermione’s shoulder. It had been the first time they’d ever shared a bed without the threat of death hanging over their heads. He was about to mention it when he realized it was perhaps not the most kind thing to say now that they’d done their duty the day before having helped local Auror’s capture some known death eaters.

Today, Harry promised himself, he would ignore all signs of danger that would potentially ruin a lovely holiday with his best mate now love interest.

@a-storiag-reengrass [starter]

“I now pronounce you, man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Draco turned, lifting the veil that hid Astoria’s face from his. The corner of his mouth ticked. Ready or not, he now had a wife and she was looking expectantly at him.

He perhaps took a minute too long, but Draco did eventually dip his head, pressing his lips to hers — his wife, still a virtual stranger, but one he was likely to bed before the end of the evening.

It was hardly a passionate kiss, never mind an affectionate one, but that was to be expected, after all Draco always had a thing with public displays of affection. 

@a-storiag-reengrass

Harry pulled the cloak’s collar up and found an out of the way corner to sit a spell. He hated Mungo’s but he needed to find a Healer willing to sign their name on the admit slip that Shakelbolt demanded he bring back if he wanted to remain in the Auror Department.

Yes, he’d been acting irrationally the last month, but honestly, Harry didn’t see the need for the concern. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t known to be impulsive or hot headed. He scratched the side of his head thinking. When he looked up, he saw a familiar face.

Slytherin. Dark corridor in Hogwarts. Attitude. A book about blood curses.

Hmmm.

@idonthaveabackstory

On a hard wooden bench in the 14th district police department building, Pansy sat shivering in her barely there outfit, clutching her faux leather satchel to her chest. She’d been picked up for solicitation, which was incredibly ironic because for the first time since she’d fled to the Muggle world, she’d done her damndest to put an end to that particularly smarmy part of her personal history. 

Several months ago, she’d managed to secretly Portkey out of Europe and landed herself in America’s west coast, in a city called, San Francisco. It was the right amount of eccentric to retain her anonymity. Her accent fell in easily with those of the tourists who frequented the wharf and downtown shopping areas. Who knew Europeans especially liked the popup apothecaries that dotted a small alleyway between the Financial District and Chinatown. 

Within the first week of arriving, Pansy’s smarts about fashion and potion making helped her land a job in a bohemian shoppe that reminded her of Prof. Trelawney's classroom. In it were swathes of richly colored fabric, glass vials and exotic scents, crystal balls and Pansy’s favorite part of the mystical shoppe was the back room reserved for the fashion conscious mystic.

She’d been on her way to her second job on Broadway St, near the Tenderloin where she was an exotic dancer. Pansy had unexpectedly met with some territorial prostitutes on a corner near the wharf who thought she was invading their assigned streets. A brawl ensued... and that was how she’d landed herself in the district’s police office glaring at the detective behind the glass wall who refused to acknowledge her existence for the better part of two hours. 

@adashxfpixiedust {Aquila}

☛ - press a finger to my muse’s lips to shut them up

Pansy raised a brow, her fingertip resting on Aquila’s lips to shush her. They had somehow made it into the boys’ Quidditch locker rooms, meaning to jump out of the locker they were currently hidden in to surprise the team with the bottles of firewhiskey that were currently at the girls’ feet.

“Did you see Malfoy on the broom? He looked like he was going to pass out when you caught the Snitch, Harry!” 

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