#urhqstarter

Attending the Spring festival was the last thing Bella wanted to do with her free time, but a proper public image was everything. So she ventured through the decorated alleys, faking a smile here and there as she was forced to brush elbows with the lesser of the community. She kept to her usual haunts in Knockturn for as long as she could, stopping by the Grave Affair for another round of drinks before even attempting to withstand the crowds in Carkitt Market. Not bothering to hide the sneer of disgust as a group of children ran past, the witch moved towards the outskirts of the horde of sorcerors, only to find her path blocked as she reached the front of the bar. “Unless you’d like to be on the opposite end of my wand,” Her words accompanied by a rather annoyed tone, “I’d move now if I were you.”

The hospital was one of the last places Rodolphus wanted to be. In truth, he had been ready to leave the moment he came to. Not his finest moment since it involved a mediwix immediately hovering over him and rushed words of needing to remain in bed. The evening before was a blur that involved distinctly remembering Andromeda screaming and little else. Several blood-replenishing potions and trying to wave off healing salves later, and he still couldn’t quite wrap his head around what happened. A werewolf attack of all things. The stubborn part of him had requested to go home just to be told they needed to make sure his wounds weren’t infected. Another twenty four hours at least for observation and his not being thrilled in the slightest since he wasn’t about to risk having the house elf get him things from home since that came with the risk of its fully alerting the family on things. Not bitten, just needing to accept permanent scarring along his face, neck, and chest. There had been minimal interest in looking at his reflection after the last round of healing salves and he intended to keep that streak until it turned into getting home. A knock at the door left him sitting upright, with a mask of disinterest immediately following suit.

“If you don’t have a book, I’m not interested in having company,” He muttered without bothering to look up. “Would appreciate knowing if the paper mentioned me by name, though."

Where: Gladrags Wizardwear

Who: Claudette + Open

After the way spring solstice unfolded, Claudette had taken herself off to France for a couple of weeks to destress. Something which seemed like a good idea at the start; enjoying glasses of wine in the evening sun, chatting with her friends from home and eating food that she couldn’t get in England. The reality was quiet different. As excited as she had been to see her siblings - or some of them anyway she seemed to have forgotten she would have to see her parents too. While her mother had warmed after Claudette gave in and married Alexander, Claude still couldn’t forgive her for it. She disliked her more than ever before, especially because all she ever did was remind her of how small and powerless she could be. Because of the necessary time spent with her mother, Claudette’s mood wasn’t improved all that much when she returned.

Still, when almost ran into someone as she was walking into the shop she smiled politely and apologetically. “Oh I’m sorry, I just needed to hurry out of that rain.”

He should have offered to work the entire festival. A particularly dangerous thought, but Sirius couldn’t seem to shake it. Things would have been easier. More specifically, there would have been a counter to hide behind if it came to having to face ghosts of his past head-on instead of having to properly deal with them. Try as he may, there was never any shaking the more negative thoughts that accompanied attending Ministry sanctioned events. It wasn’t anything a little bit of alcohol couldn’t fix but he still wasn’t entirely in the mood for dealing with people. “You know,” He gave a dejected sigh a plopped a piece of fairy floss in his mouth, not bothering to look toward who he was talking to since not getting an answer was something he would have accepted. “One of the muggle bars managed to infuse theirs with enough vodka to get a good buzz. We need to step up.”

Lily hadn’t seen any of the boys after they disappeared for the evening to be with Remus during his transformation, but she was dying to know their take on the events of the night before, so during her lunch break, Lily headed to the Leaky Cauldron to bother Sirius during his shift. She had been cleaning up after herself and Remus in Slug & Jiggers, so she had missed all of the commotion until everything had already unfolded, but another  werewolf attack was something she knew they would all be concerned about. Even if Remus’ condition wasn’t common knowledge, there was always a danger to him whenever something like this happened. With all this on her mind, she wasn’t paying much attention to what she was doing, so when she apparated into the alley behind the pub, Lily nearly knocked into someone. “Oh bollocks, I’m so sorry,” she said, holding out a hand to steady the person.

Dawdling around Diagon Alley at 10 a.m, his day had a later start than usual. Apparating from Whitby and back within a week had taken it's toll on him. It was a brief stay. A much needed visit to see his relatives, with Ted insisting that he came to see them for his pre-mature birthday celebrations rather than the other way around. Given everything that happened as of late, he didn't feel secure in making any other decision. His family were safe at home. It would remain that way while he investigated the dangers emerging around the city.

status: open (if they'd be at the hospital)

There was not much worse for Andressa than having to sit still. That wasn't something she had done for about six years now. It was one thing after another and now? Now she was forced to stay in a bed and relax. Who had time for that? She had tried to get some work done but the healers had taken her papers, leaving her only with a few books her father had dropped off. Bandages were visible on her chest, even with her silk pajama set. The last thing she was going to do was heal with a cotton gown on. She was in a hospital, not Azkaban.

Besides the bandages and being a little pale, Dre looked okay. Sure, a lot of it was makeup. Say what you will but Andressa Parkinson would not let something like a violent attack allow her to not look put together. But, much like when her mother passed, she wasn't dealing with just how she felt about everything. And this time she didn't have the Grave to distract her.

Her door was left open as she settled into her pillows. Merlin, she was bored. She took a deep breath before opening another book. "If this is another bloody romance," she muttered under her breath. "I don't know if I can deal with another ripped bodice."