#recanteddeatheater

Dated: Late in the evening after Pansy has made plans to have tea with Terry Boot

Draco,

I hope you, and Astoria to whom I send my love, will forgive me for writing so late. I... you know how I told you I was looking into finding someone to help with the scrutiny on Parkinson Manor right now? Well I was in France for a quick visit with M, who also sends her love and somewhat excessive thanks for your latest present, and I had an idea... I’m just not sure its a good one. M is still asking about T, not that she knows him as that or as anything else but a mystery she’s suddenly sank her little teeth into, and also about where I have been and if she will ever be able to visit and it just.. do you think I should tell him? Ever since the funeral I’ve felt like I should tell him but I also feel like he might curse me into next year if I do, especially given recent circumstances. What do you think?

when: 14th November 2020, lunch hour

where: Leaky Cauldron

There is something particularly fascinating about Leaky Cauldron during the lunch hour, Yurika Haneda observes as she sips her third cup of coffee for the day, smiling amusedly at the ensemble of Wix that has gathered at the pub. She notices the usual patrons. Shop assistants and owners who frequent the pub almost every day for lunch and dinner, slightly weary and tired, talking to each other about how their days have gone so far and gossiping about the rude customers that have graced their shops that day. She also spots the odd-one-outs, the people who usually prefer to dine at other establishments but are somehow dragged by their coworkers or friends to the pub. They sit awkwardly at their tables, more or less playing with their food rather than eating it. There are also the not-out-of-place day-drinkers laying around the place, ordering another glass of Fire Whiskey even though it’s not yet the afternoon. The bartender reprimanding them already, refusing to serve them another glass. All in all, Leaky Cauldron is a sight for sore eyes as always, providing one with ample entertainment in the form of human behaviour. Yurika can’t say that these displays of human interaction aren’t the reason she frequents the pub, that and the delightful pie they serve here.

She sighs contentedly as she takes another sip from her coffee, digging her fork into the blueberry pie she has ordered for lunch today. Yurika has just finished inspecting the Diagon Alley shop of her family potion company. Everything at the shop seems fine. Although the shop assistants lack knowledge of the Haneda’s new line of blueberry beauty potion, failing to explain to her why blueberries are added to the Nighty Night Liquid Sleeping Mask. She wonders if it’s an error on her part or the store manager, seeing as she’s 100% sure that she’s put a lengthy explanation on the brief she sent to the shop a week ago. Well, whoever’s fault that was, it better be fixed soon.

For now, though, Yurika still has about an hour of free time to enjoy. Maybe she’ll order another cup of coffee and a bowl of hot soup in the meantime. As she looks up from her meal, looking for a waiter, she spots a familiar face. All blonde hair and pointed features and grey eyes. She smiles in reflex. The bridge between them might be charred and burnt but there is absolutely nothing wrong with greeting a fellow passionate potioneer. Especially one with good insight on the latest potion research.

“Draco Malfoy!” she calls out, raising her hand and waving him over, “Pleasure to see you here!”

Lavender had just come from a snogging session with the one and only Ronald B. Weasley and she had that sort of giggling glee that was amplified from just the pure love she is feeling. She was going to go straight to the common room but she knows she will absolutely blush fiercely if anyone talks to her (especially if it’s Ginny or Harry ah!) and although the urge to tell Parvati was very, very strong she knew it was getting a little tiring to hear the same thing over and over again so she was happy to just think about it and get lost in thought all by herself. She grinned again, aghastly happy until someone stumbled past her and hit her on the shoulder- hard. 

She turned to see none other than Draco Malfoy there, it didn’t look like he meant to bump into her, both of them surprising themselves out of whatever was on their minds. Quickly they both put on the pretense of hate as did any good Gryffindor or Slytherin when they bumped into each other. 

“Watch where you are going, Snake. You almost hurt me!” she said, shaking her finger at him. 

Draco rolled his eyes, “Like I meant to even touch you. I don’t want to touch you at all, who knows what part of you HASN’T touched a Weasel, ugh,” he commented, sticking out his tongue in fake horror. 

Lavender scrunched up her whole face, realizing Draco was basically Ron’s mortal enemy and now that they are dating, Draco was now her worst enemy. How exciting! “Malfoy don’t even start! If Ron knew you did this he will hurt you!” she said, absolutely convinced, turning up her nose at him and crossing her arms. “He’s such a protective and sweet boyfriend and he won’t take kindly to this... disrespect!” 

Draco snorted, “Yeah, I don’t think so. Not only would he not be able to touch me at all, you’re not a mudblood so I don’t think he would care at all if I hurt you,” he said. Draco laughed to himself slightly and shook his head. The same way people would laugh when Lavender would bring up Divination and felt like they were right. 

Lavender’s eyes grew wide, “Yo-you’re wrong! He basically LOVES me he says it almost and we have gotten each other gifts and w- we sit next to each other for lu...” she said trailing off. Her biggest worry had always been Hermione, of course. It was one of the things Parvati mentioned the first time she brought up to her how she now had a crush on Ron and... to know that even Malfoy could see it? Maybe there was some truth to it? No, no there couldn’t be. 

“You’re really reaching for it, Brown. I don’t mind ruining a Gryffindor’s day though so honestly thanks. I needed a small pick me up.” 

“NO! You’re wrong, you’re crazy- ohh I know why people hate you so much... you’re just a big liar and huge toad!” 

Nonverbal starters || @recanteddeatheater || Accepting

They had warned her when she became an Auror that it was dangerous. That they might end up having to give up everything to bring someone down. Violet had always done that, gone in like it was the last time she would ever do so. To be willing to give it all. Perhaps it was to live up to her name, to what her father had done before her. To show them that someone with a family legacy like she did she wasn’t like them. It had been tricky, the man they were after wasn’t going to give in without a fight. Fight the man did, and he probably used every single nasty curse one could think of. One of her co-workers ended up losing, and the others were injured. That could be said about her as well. As something came flying she felt it strike her. Looking down a piece of what she thought might be wood was sticking out of her skin. Violet didn’t have time for this.

He ended up getting away. There simply weren’t enough of them left to bring him down. Promising to see a healer she left. Of course, she didn’t do as she was told. Having found a bench to sit down on at first Violet didn’t look up when she heard someone approach her. As she did it was a familiar face. For once she would admit she did look like shit. He never did. “Just your average workday Malfoy.”