#mary 01

Where: Marauders Flat Who: @vclatiles

Remus scoffed at the paper, the ‘Ask Rita’ section particularly wild this morning. Did people have nothing better to do than write in about other people? And why had he suddenly appeared on people’s radar? He tried to stay out of the limelight, never wanting anyone to pay too close of attention to his comings and goings for fear they might discover something. Poor Mary, her name seemed to be dragged through the mud several times, wondering what she had done to inspire Rita to pair her off with so many possible suitors James included as well as eluding to some possibly shady behaviour. He shook his head tossing the paper aside with a sigh. They had, had their little group at Hogwarts but the fascination with them seemed to have continued outside of its walls though he couldn’t fathom why. At least with himself, his other friends were interesting and had many accomplishments but he always kept to the shadows and had nothing akin to an exciting career or opportunity to rise through the ranks. He was unable to have such a career with his illness.

A knock sounded at the door and he walked over to it curiously, not having been expecting anyone. James and Sirius weren’t home so he doubted it was for them unless someone hadn’t owled ahead to check for them. When he opened the door he was surprised to find Mary, the very one he had been thinking of, one of the others whose names had appeared in the column. “I guess you saw the paper as well then?” he asked a smile appearing on his lips still confounded about how he’d found himself in this situation. “Must really be nothing left to gossip about if she’s dusting off the cobwebs of my love life,” he chuckled ushering Mary inside.

James only had to blame himself to not have come earlier to that door. He felt responsible somehow, to have pushed Peter and Mary together, to have put his friend under the best light, telling Mary she couldn’t choose someone better to say yes to, to plan her life with. 

How could James look at Mary’s face?

He wasn’t sure how he would manage, however, he needed to make sure that Mary was okay, that Peter hadn’t come and fucked up her life again. To make sure that she was somehow still managing, and he hoped that she was.

Ringing her doorbell, he put his hands in his pockets and waited patiently for Mary to open.

sirius walks into st. mungo’s on an unreasonably rainy day -- the sort where it seems like the sky’s cracked open. with each footstep, he cringes. despite the numerous drying charms he’d cast, there’s a phantom chill to clings to his skin. as he heads over to the waiting area, he catches the receptionist shooting him a skeptical look. ignoring her, he picks up a copy of the daily prophet from the coffee table and flips through it idly. then, he sinks into one of the seats and tries not to wonder what mary will think of his lack of first aid knowledge. 

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As someone who is always prepared for any kind of confrontation, it was hard for the soldier to adept to the Afterlife’s relative peace. Even at school, Junko has always kept her busy and now, the lack of something to do is very unusual to her. Although recently, she has found somewhere that has caught her interest.

It was a modest-looking store that has quite a variety of wares, but that isn’t what draws her there. It is the elder whose smile reminds her of a certain person and also the types of rations that are being on display: The C-ration (which are mostly canned) and the K-ration ( individual packs).

“Excuse me.” Mukuro calls the stranger, nodding towards the wares before continuing. “Here. Which of these two are better to you?”

Seto had always liked the color white. Ever since he had been given his original hoodie, he had been fond of it and associated the color with everything positive in the world. Green was a close second, if only for its correlation with nature, but white was by far his favorite.

So it was only natural for him to be distracted by the shorter student wrapped in a white hoodie, right? So distracted, in fact, that he kneed the soccer ball he was volleying at the wrong angle and sent it right into the back of said student's head.

Seto yelped in surprise, sprinting towards the smaller person. "I'm sorry! Sorry!" he called out repeatedly as he neared her. He wasn't having much luck in first impressions at the academy, was he?

He picked up the ball, which had rebounded off of the person's head and rolled back towards him, before coming to a halt in front of the stranger. "I'm really, really sorry," he began, his speech rushed, "I wasn't paying attention to what I was doing, and..."

Wait. A white hoodie? And was that white hair peeking out of the hood? He scooted over so he could get a better look at the student's face.

        Now Lissa's seen a little bit of everything being the crowned Princess of Ylisse and a travelling shephard, but never in her life has she seen such a sight as this. It was just yesterday that she had arrived to this strange foreign world, told what had happened and been left to herself in some strange "Division" as they called it. Mars had been where she was assigned and while there were friendly people who she felt that she'd be able to get along with, it was nothing like home. She missed Chrom, although she loathed to admit it. She'd been suddenly seperated from him after all and she could hardly believe what these "Drengians" had told her. Whatever though, might as well explore to get used to her surroundings.

        The locals seemed kind and while she had yet to meet the person she'd be rooming with for the duration of her stay, the blonde had a feeling that they'd be nice as well. However, one particular person seemed to catch her eye at this very moment. A girl with very long pale hair had a bit of a worried expression on her face, she seemed lost and by the looks of it, had no one with her. No one bothered to try to help her and instead just gave her a passing glance as she tried to stop them. How cruel.

         Knowing what she had to do, Lissa hurriedly moves other to her, placing a hand on her shoulder before she begins to speak, "Hey..you're lost, aren't you?" Hopefully the sudden contact wasn't too much for the girl or else there'd be big trouble. "Like, do you even belong in this division? You seem super timid." Blunt, but it needed to be asked if she needed help.