#mini:start

it wasn’t every day that ash forgot to eat but it was becoming more and more common again. usually he had something lying around that he could pick at, ice cream or cereal or a cauldron cake he bought awhile ago. he wasn’t sure if there was anything in them that could go bad, but if there was, it was probably long since spoiled. it was the only reason he left his apartment that day, a marker tucked behind his ear so he could update his to do list; his arms were currently covered in ink, like drink water and eat. 

it’d been a nice day, eerily warm for feburary but he wasn’t complaining. sunny days like this meant more time in the garden with his grandmum. hands were still dusted with dirt, forgetting to wash up before going to run some errands. expression immediately brightening up at the sight of the other as he handed them the flower, “here...she bloomed early. was hoping to find someone to give it to. my room is already FILLED with flowers...besides she seems to like you better.” hugo had the tendency to talk about flowers as if they were people.

❛ A pinch of moral corruption is a small price to pay. ❜ She turned the vial of black market magic in her hands, scoffing at what was nothing more than calming draught. She had tried finding a dealer herself, to get some sort of lead on finding the root of the increasing problem, but no one wanted to sell a Potter illegal magic, especially not one that was a freshly minted Auror. So, she had resorted to sending someone else in her stead, opting to watch from a careful distance. Unfortunately to no avail, but at least it had led her to a tavern.  ❛ Would you sell something illegal to me, like, hypothetically speaking? ❜

open .

stefan parkinson ––– open starter