#themissing:starter

She had just been going over some new ideas for some plays when she became aware of someone talking to her and looked up. “Sorry, I was trying to figure something out. What were you saying?”

Finishing up with her last class, Mary went and changed into some of her muggle clothes before making some time to visit her other favorite place on grounds; the Black Lake. Growing up around water had given her a deep rooted love for it. Wherever she was, Mary felt most comfortable when she was close to water. Making her way down the familiar path, she took in the grounds around her. Every year the grounds looked a little bit different, and yet to Mary, it always felt the same. There was a comfort in coming down to the lake. Her first year, Mary had found solstice in sitting down by the lake when she was homesick. Years later, it was still her comfort spot.

Mary found a comfortable spot to sit and started getting situated. Under one of the shadier trees and with a full view of the lake, Mary pulled the blanket out of her bag and spread it out on the ground. Getting comfortable, she pulled out her journal and started to write. Writing was one of the things that brought her joy, and she tried to do it as often as she could. Whether it was focusing on stories or poetry, Mary wrote where her mind took her. The breeze was soft and she tucked her left hand into her sweatshirt.

Mary wasn’t sure how long she sat there, but hearing a voice caused her to jump, her head snapping up, “I’m sorry what?”

For a moment she paused, catching her breath when she heard someone coming up behind her, “I know, I know I’m blocking the corridor. I’m sorry. Just give me a sec, okay?”

Another morning, just like any other. Archie was relieved to wake up in his bed, safe and ready to get back to work. As safe as a muggle-born in wizarding London could be, but he never let himself lose hope. He'd make it through another day, his clients would leave the shop happy with their new purchase, he'd tend to his plants at the back and return to his apartment upstairs to spend the evening with his grump of a cat, a good book and some nice, warm tea. He'd never been much of a people person after all, so why should it matter that he was too scared to go out there, or that everyone seemed to think he was a bit too odd and unsociable. He had his safe place, there was no need to interact with the rest of the world any more than he had to and so, with no one out there knowing much about him, he wouldn't have to worry about Death Eaters and Dark Lords and wars, at all. He didn't let it bother him too much that he'd forgotten when the last time he'd left his home, other than to buy supplies, was and he distracted himself tending to his plants. Hearing the bell that was hanging over the door, signaling someone had entered the shop, he rushed to clean the dirt and leaves off his hands “Welcome, good morning! I shall be right with you, just a moment!” he called out from the back.

He turned left and suddenly everything became dark. He wasn’t entirely sure where he was or why everything was suddenly ten shades darker. He pulled the headphones from his ears and looked around sheepishly. This was Knockturn Alley. His hand rested on the tip of his wand as he slowly tried to retrace his steps, moving backwards his eye on the alert.

Suddenly, he felt his back bump into somebody, and he let out a little yell and aimed his wand at them. “Friend or foe?!” He asked.

             that night, much to molly’s surprise, george was the one who had woken up before his brother. it didn’t happen often, but it did occasionally happen. she wasn’t all too surprised one of her kids had woken up, but she was hoping it wouldn’t be for awhile. it was still early enough in the night where she figured she would take the baby far away enough from his brother and prevent him from waking up prematurely.  she was hoping fred wouldn’t wake up, making it a fairly easy night in terms of getting her kids down for sleep.

             she quickly found an empty seat not far from where fred was so she could keep an eye on him and she quickly adjusted the baby so he was resting against her chest.

“No, you’re not listening,” “Do not use that tone with me, boy.”

The smaller man felt his aggression subside as he dropped his head in front of his father. Stood outside the Ministry entrance, he had been in the middle of a heated argument with the elder Nott. One that he had clearly lost.

“Home by eleven, Jackson, and you better have good news for me.”

With that, the father apparated from the small and dimly lit alley, leaving the son to stand alone as dusk was starting to settle in and welcome the night.

London never felt like home to the boy. Home was a funny word. It had been Hogwarts for some time, that had been the only place that felt somewhat close to what that word was supposed to mean. It wasn’t Cheshire, it wasn’t here.

Gritting his teeth, he could feel the anger burning through him. However, it was suppressed. The only visual signs being the tension in his face and the clenched fists. Will had gotten good over the years at internalising everything.

Lifting his chin up, he drew in a long breath of crisp air as his eyes trailed around the quiet street. That was until brown eyes locked with a familiar face. Someone he knew had seen him at one of his weakest moments and he hated it more than anything. William always paraded around with arrogance in front of others. He never showed that he was a solider, more the commander of his own life. The little demonstration with his father had proven that was far from the truth.

Harsh eyes stared at the intruder as his jaw clenched tightly. A glare fixed on his face as he watched them in the corner of his eyes. For a split second, mahogany iris’ darted to the floor, lifted to the street in front of him before finally darting back to the other. “Can I help you with something?” he snapped sharply.