#jamspctter

Where: Summer Solstice Ball, East India House

Truthfully, Marlene hadn’t forgiven James yet after everything that had happened at Remus and Mary’s party. While granted, she should have and for most of her friends she might have, but her and James had a painfully complicated history which didn’t make situations like this any easier. Especially when he played with her trust so carelessly; something that was hard to come by from McKinnons and even more so harder to gain back after broken. 

Granted, sure, she’d play the pleasantries for the benefit of the friendship group; but that didn’t mean she had to willingly. Or for a matter, at all when it was just the pair of them. So really, when she caught an eye of James moving towards the drinks table she was standing beside, Marlene couldn’t help the automatic roll of her eyes at his presence. “I definitely haven’t had enough alcohol for this conversation.” The witch muttered with light tension in her jaw before downing a shot of fire whiskey, much to the apparent displeasure of an elderly pureblood couple watching her. To which, she raised another shot with a delicate faked smile, cheers them, before knocking it back with a scrunch of her nose. 

Tossing her hair over her shoulder and brushing the sequins adorning her golden dress, the witch set herself a task of pouring herself and Mary drinks so she didn’t have to pull her eyes up to the other. “What do you want Potter? Not got anyone else to bother right now?” Marlene spoke, words blunt, her features tight. “There is another drinks table over there- go use it.”

Where: Diagon Alley

With her walkman on - a gift from her brother -, Sersh had been blasting The Beatles Yellow Submarine into her ears in an attempt to block out her own thoughts even if it was momentarily. Ever since that night, Sersh felt like she’d been left with more questions than answers. While Celia was too busy caring for the sick to answering her pressing questions, it felt like every rock she tried to turn over simply left her with nothing. It didn’t add up, not Benjy, not Booker. How could it? When the very thing that they had been advocating to protect was the very thing that hurt and killed? Blowing a frustrated puff of air from her cheeks, the witch clutched her notebook tighter to her chest clasped in her ink stained hands, trying to piece things together like it was a plot in a story, that was until she caught sight of the familiar raven haired male. “Oi-! Oi- Potter-!” The witch called as she wiggled her way through the crowds to get to the other. “Ye got a minute to talk? I was wonderin’ if I could ask ye some thing about Benjy?” The irish girl asked hopefully. Quickly adding: “It ain’t for the Quibbler- just ye know- he were a mate- so was Booker- Just tryin’ to make sense of it ye know?” 

Potter--

have you heard of tapes? think you’ll enjoy this. threw in some of my all-time favorites too.

evans x

p.s. don’t read into this too much. 

@jamspctter

Where: Muggle London, Clothing Store

“No-” Marlene called from across the store, setting down the rings she’d been playing with as a disgusted expression pulled across her face towards the garment in his hand. “Don’t even think about it put it down Potter. Do you want to look like the backside of a Erumpent?” The witch asked with a quirk of a brow. “I say this because I care about you, no one’s going to want to shag you if you wear- .. whatever that is. For the love of Merlin, don’t let Mary see you anywhere near it. It would be a cry for help. Honestly I thought you’d have better taste by now.” The witch spoke sarcastically a teasing smirk pulling onto her features as she quirked an eye brow at the rest of the muggle shirts, only to pull out one equally if not more garish than the last. “Now this on the other hand, is a different story. Reckon I could convince Black to wear it to the Leaky Cauldron later? Might give all those snooty witches something to talk about. If anything, it’ll give us and Peter a good laugh.” 

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Dear James Potter ( @jamspctter​ ),

I wasn’t quite sure what to get you this year, but I hope your gifts are sufficient enough to bring a smile to your face! They certainly brought them to mine.

Best Regards, Edward Tonks