#sxptima

Fabian knew he was being nosy, that honestly it was none of his business, but he couldn't resist an entirely unnecessary trip to Gringotts in the hope of overhearing some tidbit of information about the break in. He could almost hear his mother's voice scolding him like she had when he was a kid who had got himself into trouble on some insane quest for answers 'Curiosity killed the cat', he had to stop himself from mumbling the rejoinder aloud 'but satisfaction brought it back'. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth at the memory, a shadow of the cheeky grin that had split his face when he had chanted the rejoinder as a hyperactive eight year old. 

He automatically scanned the lobby of the bank as he entered, assessing possible threats and checking for anything out of place. It was a habit ingrained by years of work as a Hit Wizard and something he took care to cultivate, they were at war after all and you could never be too careful. His eyes settled on a lone female figure who had been talking to a group of goblins. She looked familiar and it niggled at his mind, her name at the tip of his tongue but eluding him somehow. 

Vector. That was it. Septima Vector. So, this was the woman who had won over his family and friends. He'd never really talked to her before but he'd heard of her, he'd definitely heard of her. From Molly and Arthur of course, she was friends with them but he'd never run into her at the Burrow somehow. And from Rab. Merlin, he still wasn't sure what to make of that. Still, there had to be something special to have entranced so many of the people he cared about and this was the perfect opportunity to see what. 

Now, how to introduce himself and strike up a conversation without looking like a complete prat? He ran a hand through his hair as he pondered his dilemma, sending the already wild curls into a state of complete disarray. Fuck it. He'd just go up and say hi and if she ignored him then he'd keep on walking to one of the cashiers and just feel like a fool. He steeled himself momentarily before striding confidently towards her, a smile set on his face.

Vector, Septima. Thirty one, Ravenclaw, Arithmancer. Trust them about as much as I trust Seers-- least they come up with bullshit maths to excuse their reasoning.

Really only know of this woman due to KS, who pointed her out to me. Cold. Unapproachable. Attractive, caught mens' eye-- may or may not be guilty of the same leading to learning her name-- but seems too uptight for much in the way of further consideration. Why does he know her?

James went to his first funeral when he was four years old. 

His parents are not the only members of his family who were getting up there in age. James's whole family is was composed largely of old people, to James's mind, and as such when he was born he was a blessing to everyone around him, a spot of light in the Potter family. Sadly, as James's life has progressed, almost all of his elderly relatives have passed away, although he's fairly certain he has an uncle left somewhere. Sept is the only family member near to his age with whom he is in contact.

It was appalling. “Rabastan, how could you,” Narcissa gasped, frozen in the doorway. The couple froze as well at the sound of her voice, hands still in incredibly compromising positions but Rabastan, at least, having the grace to look ashamed.

[A sprig of purple hyacinth, twined with a bloom from a Jacob’s ladder]

Time runs away from me; I have been engrossed.

Have you received the note I sent from Israel last week? I have the artefact I mentioned. The runes are indecipherable to me, but you may be able to decode them.