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she was startled when she heard the footsteps, gaze curious as the portrait swung open and she found herself looking at a rather late mary, “hey lovey, you’re out late --” gentle smile stretched at her lips as she looked at the younger girl, “what have you been up to?”

Tonight, she was hanging out with one of her longest friends, Mary. The two had been pretty great friends at Hogwarts, having been in the same year, even if different houses. Their friendship had stayed strong through the transition into adulthood. She was currently lazing around on her friend’s couch, listening to Mary play her piano. Alice smiled, reminiscing of their days in Hogwarts, where she’d try to hardest to study, but would just get distracted by Mary’s playing. Nothing had really changed so it seemed.

“You really should start playing for more than just me you know”

Lily, somehow, managed to not only arrive on time, but early as well. She snagged them a table at the busy cafe, somewhere right next to a window. Frankly, she was surprised it was still available. While she waited for Mary to appear, she pulled out her phone, tapping away at her messages and Instagram. 

At the jingle of the bell above the door, Lily glances up, grinning when she notices Mary. “Hey!” She waves, beckoning Mary over. 

Endless reading kept the Head Boy extremely busy. James had been so sure of his friends when he first met them, so sure within confidence, classes--Transfiguration being his best--those he wanted to spend time with, hell... the girl he wanted. But deciding his future? Potential to where his career would be laid out? He was still on the fence with that. Naturally, seeking a job in the Auror post was an easy tact, all the classes and then some. But something about working in the Department of Mysteries, Unspeakables. It was something that peaked his interest, as he leafed through the endless leaflets scattered along the top of his four-poster bed. Plucking up another, nattering on in the title about Curse-breakers, the door to their dormitory opened. James looked up, pleasantly surprised to see--”Mary?” he called out to her, as she poked her head inside. Dropping the brochure, he leaned back against the pillows. “And what do I owe this divine pleasure, you sneaking about inside the boy’s dormitory? Not interested in sneaking someone’s briefs out of here, are you?” 

His fingers wrapped about a glass of champagne, Sebastian took a long sip of his drink as he ignored the whispers and murmurs that occurred whenever he appeared in events such as this. He had once been crowned Prince, the most ideal heir for the Fawley family — one who was absolutely drenched in dark magic and the potential for more, and yet here he was; the black sheep and utter disgrace to pureblood circles. And yet, he couldn’t find himself to care about their opinions like he once had. He had found himself disgusted at the unjust society, and the way muggleborns and halfbloods were treated, although he himself wasn’t even trusted to be their champion, to defend them because of the actions that he had once committed. Finishing with his glass, he placed it loudly with a thunk upon the table adjacent to him as his eyes set through the crowds to find her, the one person who never failed to bring some sort of emotion to arise from his dark heart apart from disgust and disinterest. A small smirk appearing upon his features, he slipped easily through the crowds as he found himself by Mary’s side to utter, “A rather grand affair, isn’t it Macdonald? I’m almost surprised to find the likes of you here.”

Still trying to get used to the city that used to be her home, Celestina figured there was no harm in sussing out the nightlife. For her, that usually meant seeing local talent, though having a drink or two certainly didn’t hurt. It had been a good night, and the performance by the woman onstage left her with a satisfied feeling she hadn’t entirely expected. 

She wasn’t entirely under the impression that she was the best singer in the country, though she was starting to realize that she had been missing out on talent in her own backyard. It didn’t take long for the woman who had been singing to reappear among the crowd, and Celestina didn’t hesitate to find her way to her side. “Hello, darling. You were simply amazing tonight. Mary, was it? I was wondering if I could grab you a drink,” she said, her hand settling on the woman’s arm.

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