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Phoebe was perched in the shadows some distance away from the main stage, a booted heel pressed casually to the side of a Hogsmeade shop as she lazily brought a cigarette to her lips. She much preferred the shadows and selected her location deliberately. From her vantage point, she surveyed the event. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, however, it was curious that Percy’s fundraiser had gone on seemingly without a peep from the bastards who ended her brother’s life. That meant Hermione’s rally had to be the next target.

Naturally, Phoebe’s hunch was confirmed, and the commotion happened rather quickly. One moment fellow Slytherin Albus Potter was giving a speech and the next a lifeless pile of a bones hit the stage resounding in a blood curdling thump similar to the sound she imagined Alfie’s body to make when it crashed to the pitch. Supportive cheers morphed into frantic, bone chilling screams and chaos ensued all around her. That was Phoebe’s cue.

While witches and wizards alike ran away or aparated from the scene, Phoebe emerged hurrying passed on-coming traffic as she ushered herself closer and closer to the main stage. Instead of directly approaching the body, she stuck to the perimeter of the masses, darting into the wings of the stage area. With all the commotion, it was annoyingly simple for her to slip passed any clearly ineffective security measures and conceal herself within it’s confines.

Back stage, Phoebe caught sight of a figure. Friend or foe she could not gage. Never the less, Phoebe drew her wand from the rim of her knee high boot and took aim.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

It was not the first time Marius was in a place where he wasn’t supposed to be. He had been jailed before and he wasn’t particularly afraid of being jailed again. The true consequences though occurred in the fact that he had been impatient, hasty to answer a question without all of the facts.

He hadn’t run off like everyone else because he had his own searching to do. The muggleborn candidate wasn’t a believer in high security; it seemed like she believed too much in a regular wix’s abilities to defend themselves from… this.

The voice behind him sounded authoritative, like an Auror; he raised his hands, but he couldn’t help but smirk. He didn’t even have a wand that could cast the levitation charm to pull off what had been done on-stage. Hell, he didn’t even have a wand to Apparate away. He’d need to go back to the tavern to floo back to where he lived.

After spending most of her first day back in the wizarding world with Hugo, it was finally time to check on her parents and how they were. Unfortunately, they were locked up in Hogwarts and the girl had no idea. Once she did find out though, the first thing she did was head over to the Leaky Cauldron to visit her big brother; Frank Longbottom II.

Entering the pub, Alice’s eyes searched the room for Frank. Pursing her lips together and stopping a waiter in their tracks, the girl looked up at the other to ask them where the man was. They had no idea, so she sighed and simply let her eyes return to searching the room for now. Then, a familiar face was spotted. They were walking towards her, well towards her direction that is “Phoebe.” she said, as she gently placed a hand on their arm once they were close enough to her “Hi, it’s Alice.” she then added, reminding them that they knew each other. Kind of... Phoebe recommended Alice to work at her muggle mothers flower shop; but she kindly declined it to work at a different flower shop, at a different location.

Maybe he was poetic, but the florist had been nice enough to give him the tamales (and several pairs of warm pants) free of charge with the mention of how his Quidditch Bro would hopefully appreciate a small gathering. After all, he had met Quidditch Bro during a celebration, and Danny was more than happy to figure out a way to keep the party going. He didn’t exactly have much time either; most of his day was spent trying to find marigolds and at least an hour was spent trying to charm the Mad Queen into being less angry with him; if he had more time or more tolerance to the cold, he would have just left to go find these flowers someplace else.

It was too bad that the Mad Queen didn’t have the Don Julio, but he was sure that Quidditch Bro had to have something in that giant apartment of his. Danny banged on the door, unsure if Quidditch Bro would actually be in there. The last Danny had seen of him was actually after the party, rather than during, but what was more surprising was the reason why: Know-It-All was finally getting laid.

He put the thought out of his mind though he had prayed that he would be a lot less irritating after the fact, as he kept knocking on the door. “Broooooooooo – you in there?”