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Mary didn’t tend to find herself in large crowds very often, but she just couldn’t resist when the Ministry of Magic had decided to put up a a festival that included some of the best Herbologists in the world. She found herself trying to find plans of exactly how the street would be set up so she could plan her attack on exactly what she would see first, with no avail. Several of her letters sat unopened on some wizards desk she supposed, completely unaware that the entirety of Mary Macdonald’s weekend relied on their replies. That being said, she had convinced herself that the best of the day would be morning when no one was awake and everyone was just getting set up at their booths. She was already carrying a to-go cup of tea through the scattered street, stopping at little shops and such before catching her eye on a large plant on the corner, several paces farther than she would’ve liked. It took everything in her control not to bolt towards the booth that held it, but her elbow did accidently catch someone on the speed walk by. ‘ Oh!’ She exclaimed, immediately stopping, though her eyes were constantly wandering. ‘ I’m so sorry. Are you alright?! ‘

Alecto didn’t enjoy events. Most of the time they were put on by their parents and she was forced to endure all of the fake smiles and unhappy glances from spouse to spouse. Today though, it was her personal mission to introduce herself to every potioneer she could keep in her pack pocket. They didn’t thrive in that field in her Hogwarts days and she never seemed to press the issue. Why try so hard to be something you’re good at where there will always be someone you can just pay to do it for you. Potions were always one of those things that she didn’t realize they needed until they no longer had her parent’s stash at her regular disposal. Of course she could go endure a visit with her parents, but why do that when this event just happened to appear. Everyone knew that it was just the Ministry trying to calm everyone down, but Alecto couldn’t help but be grateful for its timing. The street was getting busier as the afternoon pulled on and even Alecto couldn’t ignore the side glances she was causing. It only made her laugh to themselves before their thoughts were interrupted by a person speaking directly at her, saying things that her brain was just not keeping up with. ‘ I’m sorry, what? ‘They said, obviously not an actual apology, but it would be enough to get them to repeat themselves.

The festival was finally dying down and Lucius could finally exit his home with out everyone staring at him like he was going to light the place on fire. It was an odd time, to be in London at the moment. There were those of them who felt untouchable, that the world would never return back to normal but it shouldn’t have to, it should stay just like it was six months ago, and there were those who believed that others should be jailed. Lucius was the very person who prevented those to not go to jail, so, he could see why he wasn’t anyone’s favorite at the moment. That being said, sitting at the bar of the Three Broomsticks with some food in front of him and a fire whiskey was probably the best thing he could ask for that felt slightly normal. He felt someone slid into the seat next to him and his shoulders straightened, picking up his drink and speaking before actually looking at who it is. ‘ The wait is still 3x what it usually is, be prepared. ‘ He spoke, before going back to his meal. 

March was just one of those months that Bellatrix didn’t understand. Every year the weather changed and every day the mood changed. Nothing could stay consistent day to day or even week to week and it was simply exhausting for the woman. It was cold and Bella had been planning for the day to be a solid 10* warmer purely from the sunlight that was pouring into her windows. The brightness of the day had already caught her off guard so the shock of the cool air whipping through her thin jacket was all she needed for her mood to be completely ruined. Not even an hour after 12 and she had completely written the day off. 

It had been hours since then and Bella still hadn’t shaken the sour mood. She had managed to keep from completely losing it on someone, but she was about to lose it as she sat in the corner of a busy tea shop. It was dinner time now and apparently everyone had the same idea she had to spare her elves for a single night and feed herself. Now there was a figure just hovering near her, either completely unaware of who she was or trying to play it cool while they seemingly stared at the seat across from her- hopeful she would leave.