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“Crown”

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FIGHT LIKE LEXA
deal?
Location: Coffeeshop on Diagon Alley Time: 3rd of March Status: Closed, for @dedalusdigg
Maddy tightened the grip around her virgin cocktail a little tighter, frowned with determination. “For the first month you receive the full profit of what I sell, the second 50% and the third 50% of that, and so on, until we’ve reached zero. By then I should have my own shop anyway. You wouldn’t make any losses, assuming that the more people know about my business, the more people come, the more income I make, so those 50% would in true numbers continuously grow, making you the same amount of money every month.” She’d done the maths by herself, but even Gerry had said it was correct. So she said all this confidently.
But then she had to pause, tried to rapidly go through what she still had to say to make sure it was all safe and sound, and when it was, she went on: “If, however, less people come because no one is interested in my shop, then I’d run out of capital by the end of the three months, which would only be a marginal loss compared to your habitual income generated from that small section of the shop.” Unfortunately, this was the biggest bit based on speculation: she’d never been to Mister Dedalus’ sweets shop, and for all she knew, there was no such thing as a poor-running section there. But she just had to trust that every business had a few ideas that didn’t work as well as others.
“But I don’t think that’ll happen,” she therefore continued hastily, “because I know at least three dozen of people who rely on my business, and I assume no one would walk into your beautiful sweets shop looking for ballpens without also getting side-tracked by extraordinary cotton candy clouds and delicious chocolate flies.” She added a smile, hoping the compliments would find a home. “So what do you think, Diggl-, Mister Dedalus.”
on/off duty
Location: Wizarding Theatre, London Time: 3rd of March Status: Closed, for @annalisefawley
Edgar had always seen his job as a duty. It was, in its own way, of importance, and the same way it would be foolish to lower one’s wand in battle, Edgar raised his plume to the paper. Again and again, for years, without thinking, without doubts, without hesitation. His thoughts and opinions were immortalised in print and he thought of it less than the work of an artist, and more the work of a carpenter. His writing was a product requiring to be used, a tool for construction -- its existence alone was of no worth to humanity. And so Edgar had never seen his job as an art either, just worked through the years with the discipline and integrity of a carpenter.
Nevertheless, he’d always found at least a little joy in it. Theatre was and had always been his passion, and smithing word strings was a delightful past-time. He didn’t hate it, and knew he was lucky to have a profession that he could enjoy.
Unfortunately, since Ainsley had disappeared from the Order, no, since she’d reappeared in the Daily Prophet’s office, Edgar had lost all pleasure in writing. It was Ainsley, after all, who had gotten him this job at the Daily Prophet, who had realised that his passion could be worth to the Order, that his column was more than just a friendly review section of plays but actually a calling to arms, a silent rebellion. She’d given him the courage to keep going, so now, every line written was only a testimony to how war away even on the best of people.
That hope was perhaps truly just an anglerfish and not really the end of a tunnel? No. Edgar had fought in this war too long to get demoralised now. He knew better than to lose hope, to give in to the gloom. So off he went, pen and paper in his pocket, to the next play.
He entered the theatre and was about to buy a playbill when he saw a vaguely familiar figure standing in the queue to the box office. Hands stuffed into the backpockets of his trousers, he made his way to her, reaching her just as she was about to move to the desk. “Allow me?” he asked, a delicate, polite smile on his lips. In his hand he held up the Daily Prophet pass which would allow him to get two tickets for free.

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Is nobody gonna talk about how right before the transition before the 3rd game, you can hear Jack say "I'M DYI-" He then proceeds to die at the end dhxhdhxj-
Life Magazine
March 3, 1941
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