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“I’m sorry–” Her head moving to get a proper look at who was standing in front of her before she elected to continue her sentence. “Was there something you needed?”

tiny creature, pulling herself from the depths of her own personal hell. her knuckles were scraped, bruised, knees raw and red, her lip swollen and her cheek sported a bruise that seemed to change color. brown curls were disheveled, tossed into a careless ponytail, pieces hanging down framing her face. dark circles darkened hazel eyes. the rest of her looked just as bad but was hidden behind casual clothes. the auror made her way through the halls of the ministry pushing against those in her way. debriefed and questioned, questioned by people who didn’t leave their office, who never left the safety of their charmed offices, she was fuming. as she passed a small gust of wind followed her. since she was child it was always that wind, always that threat. she stopped for a moment, hearing their voices, asking those questions, making those forms, and she sat there the way she was and like grips on her wrists they refused to let her move. she could threaten them, scream but they learned their lesson with alice longbottom. confine her. she reopened cuts banging at the door. she would take later, all she wanted was to go home, and then that gust of wind followed her. somehow she found herself in the auror’s office. she looked up to see familiar faces staring at her. “the fuck ya lookin’ at. ya should see the other guys.”

WHERE: Great Hall of Hogwarts WHO: Kingsley & Open

Halloween morning was spent at his desk, working through the paperwork with a tall cup of coffee. He’d been so enthused that he almost hadn’t noticed the person standing in his doorway. “Are you lost or do you need something from me?” Arthur questioned with a nod of his head to the seat in his office meant for people visiting.

With a drink in hand, Frank was making his way around, talking with different groups as he moved. It was nice to have a minute where they could all just celebrate something good and spend time with each other. Of course, he was one edge and kind of waiting for something to happen, but he wasn’t going to let that show. Frank was going to be one of those people who made sure to let Marcel and Emmeline have their day, let them be able to enjoy their party. 

LOCATION: Ministry of Magic Hit Witch Department WHO: Marlene & Open

“And pray tell what are you supposed to be?” Rita questioned her eyes taking in the sight of the person before her with a smirk. It was clear that she already knew the answer to her question but it didn’t stop her from asking the obvious. 

Sitting at a coffee shop with a pink haired child always raised some level of glances her way, but Andromeda never minded. She was sure there were a fair few that questioned her parenting choices, but she never felt inclined to defend herself. They didn’t need to know that her daughter could change the color of her hair as quickly as she could change her favorite color all on her own. Running a hand through her daughter’s locks, she unwrapped the blueberry muffin and passed it over to her. “Alright Miss Dora, we’re going to eat our muffins and drink our tea, and then we’ll find something else to do while we wait for your Dad to be out of work, how does that sound?” she asked. Having already shoved a piece of muffin into her mouth, Andy only got a nod in return, but she smiled none the less.