#tildentooty

TIME: 3:15 PM

LOCATION: Tilden’s greenhouse

AVAILABILITY: closed to @tildentooty

It’s not that Lily was antisocial. Far from it really, she loved meeting new people, or she wouldn’t be in journalism. But Lily preferred to draw a sharp line between her personal and professional lives, and using information she’d gotten at the Prophet to track down Tilden Toots for personal reasons blurred that line. As she walked briskly down to the place she’d been told she could find him, she felt the unfamiliar chill of trepidation and anxiety. Lily liked to head into things confidently, and she certainly wasn’t confident now. 

“Mr. Toots?” She called, not wanting to catch anyone with a wand off-guard. She’d been on the receiving end of too many defensive hexes to take any chances, unsurprising given the crowd she runs with. “My name is Lily Evans, I think we were at Hogwarts at the same time? It’s about your Snargaluff.”

Narcissa clapped her hands with excitement as her friend exited the dressing room. “Oh Addy you look wonderful!” She squealed, jumping up and admiring the sage green dress the other blonde was currently modeling. “But we might have to change it,” she said, scrunching her face up and feigning concern “I can’t have my maid of honor looking more beautiful than me.”

He approached her like he was approaching a wild animal. “Um hi,” He mumbled once he was standing in front of her, looking down at her cat like eyes. He could feel his pulse quicken and his mind started to spin, would he really have his first kiss with Adélaïde Beaufort for a dare? Everyone was watching them, everyone who’s approval he so desperately wanted. “Here it goes,” He said, pressing his lips against hers before pulling back so quickly that he barely had time to register what her lips felt like against his.

(doing this about Charity’s college because I already talked about Hogwarts on the previous ask)

The first time she ever heard about muggle colleges was when she was young enough to not even remember when it was — but she remembered it had some  strawberry cake involved and her grandmother was so happy to share her memories she tried to pay attention in more than wondering about how many pieces she could eat. The old muggle woman explained all she could about the education system of her world and for little Charity it all seemed too exciting to be truth. Years after, when her grandmother died, something inside of her told her she had to try and study in one of those college things her grandma so proudly told her about. Three years before her Hogwarts’ graduation, she borrowed all the books she had to read from libraries over London and learned all the subjects she had to know with private teachers her parents worked hard to pay — for it was Charity’s goal and dream and they would do anything to help her achieve it.