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Today, however, Evan was shopping in Diagon Alley. A few new clothing boutiques had sprung up in the last few months and with the weather getting warmer he decided now was the time to add a few more pieces to his collection. A client had cancelled their morning meeting so Evan was free to shop and do as he pleased. “It’s Prada, don’t touch me” maybe that wasn’t the best way to tell the too attentive shop attendant to stand down but Evan was busy flicking through racks as the shop girl asked about his shirt. “If I need any help I’ll ask for it” he told the girl, moving away from her with a polite smile as he went to look through a display of shorts. “You’d think more people would recognize Prada without me having to tell them” it wasn’t really a comment to the person at the display next to him, but more under his breath. Upon realizing someone was standing there Evan gave a slight shrug, “Sorry I just don’t like people touching my clothes”. 

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Hi ex-girlfriend had been interviewed by a no-name American magazine. No doubt she thought it made her important, but Lucius wasn’t impressed. However when she had been asked about their relationship, she had been more candid than he would have liked. And more delusional when it came to the chances of them getting back together. 

The cafe he was in was bustling and he asked the person next to him: 

“Do you have a quill I could borrow?”

Marlene had always been a temperamental person, but this had brought her to a new state of anger. She knew she probably looked like a mad woman, but she couldn’t stop herself from running up and down, trying desperately to find a solution to this horrible situation that had been presented to her. She still couldn’t believe the Ministry would think such a decision to be benefitting anyone. It was a vile act of idiocy and racism and she couldn’t understand how anyone could consider this a good idea. Finally, she stopped in her pursuit to walk a dent in the floor and looked at the person in front of her.

“There has got to be way to stop this madness. To... to work against the ministry without breaking any laws. To help those people”, she said, feeling the need to run her hands through her hair, but she didn’t want to look like any more of a maniac than she already appeared and made herself drop them to her sides. “We... we could boycott all magical orphanages so there’s no place for the kids anymore. Oh, no, that won’t work, what about the poor kids already there? We, uh, we could find muggleborn kids ourselves and convince the families to leave the country. Oh, but how would we do that? And it’s probably not even legal. And they might find us insane. We, uh, we could open our own orphanage. And not let anyone adopt any kids. That’d work, right? I’m great with kids. I think.”

Sirius: I smell like nachos and tequila...

Since the rioting, Helena had stayed closer to muggle London than Diagon Alley. She was still a bit concerned about the heightened political situation, though it seemed that Crouch was good for something – the situation seemed at least stable now, or more stable than it had before. Even so, going into magical London was different than it had been before and if she had not needed to pick up a few potions, she would not have gone out in wizarding public at all.

Even with her coat on, one could tell that Helena was pregnant if they looked at her from the side or the front. She was nearing six months along now and had begun to be very careful about where she went when leaving the house, a bit nervous when surrounded by large crowds. As she left the apothecary, she shrunk the potions and put them into her handbag carefully while she looked around the alley itself.

The ring on her finger sparkled in the sunlight and Helena allowed herself a small smile before deciding that she’d like a warm drink before heading back home. There was a café on one of the side streets and she quickly was shown to a table near the window. She had just ordered a cup of tea when a shadow fell over her table. Helena’s eyes widened in surprise.

Diagon Alley January 29 Open

James was furious. Or he would be if he wasn’t so tired. 

The Ministry was in a shambles, Alastor Moody had been stood down, and the riots in Diagon Alley had left the place a mess. With many aurors resigning or taking leave in protest, those who remained had been forced to pick up extra shifts. James felt like he had been on his feet for three days, and he wasn’t too far off the mark.

Everything about the situation angered him. From the way the Death Eaters had been able to waltz into the Ministry, to the aurors being blamed for their deaths and injuries that had occurred, to the outrage that was now directed not just at the Ministry but at the Order. None of it was right, and now that Alastor Moody had left the Department, the Muggleborn Curfew had been implemented, and there was no longer even the appearance of democracy? It was difficult to find the silver lining. 

While he had no reason to distrust Crouch, he had no reason to trust the Interim Minister’s new advisors. And while he didn’t agree with what had happened, if he left the aurors he would not only be helping out the ones who had been truly corrupted, but he would never become an auror himself. He was still in the first year of his three year training program, so leaving would only mean that he had wasted the last six months. He was married now, which meant he had to think about more than just himself. 

And he was just so tired. 

Ted: Please tell me that im not the only one who dances around in their underwear when their favorite song comes on the radio?