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“Hey there miss Katie,” he smiled, waving a little at the girl. “How are you?”

Walden stared through the slits in his mask at Zephyr Bell and resisted the urge to start swearing.

Ever since running into Remus while Fabian-hunting Walden had known that seeing Zephyr while out on official DE business would happen eventually. If he was honest with himself he’d dreaded the encounter ever since he’d failed to pass whatever invisible test Zephyr had set. Walden had thought of a thousand ways to get around hurting wife’s incredibly annoying best friend but none of them had ever started with a chance encounter. His imagination had relied on a heat of the moment battle or a dark alleyway. Not the middle of a market with witnesses around them and Malcolm and Miriam nearby.

This would get tricky. Zephyr knew his voice. He couldn’t even speak Spanish, because Zephyr undoubtably knew he spoke Spanish. Nosy bastard. He’d have to hex himself or go nonverbal.

Even trickier, he couldn’t let Malcolm handle Zephyr. If Zephyr got hurt by a Death Eater and Walden could’ve stopped it then he’d have hell to pay with Daisy. This infuriating man wasn’t worth losing Daisy over.

Thinking as fast as he could Walden Charmed his mask to his face so it wouldn’t falter and pulled on his gloves. Between that and the cape he shouldn’t look much like himself (hopefully). Grimacing he held the tip of his wand to his throat and muttered a hex that would pitch his voice lower and mangle his accent. He hated having to do this. It felt too much like lying.

He’d have to keep his wits about him in this fight or he’d actually do damage. Stupid Zephyr and his stupid morals and his stupid best friend status. Why couldn’t he have just made this easy and stayed stateside? Save Walden the trouble.

“Fuck off,” he growled, hating the sound of his mangled voice as he strode towards Zephyr. Maybe he should’ve found a way to make himself look taller, too. “Can’t you see we’re busy here?”

Self defense wasn’t something she had ever thought she would need to learn. Not seriously, anyway, but she was determined to never let what happened to her happen again. Nothing even close, she had promised herself. Thankfully, Zephyr had agreed to help her out, which she was both excited for and a bit nervous. Heading to their designated meeting spot with a gym bag slung over her shoulder, Edith smiled once she saw the tall American. 

One good thing about her new short hair was that she no longer had to put it in a ponytail, however it was pushed back with a generous headband. Edith was rather eager, but also wanted to prove that she was taking this seriously. “Hey. Thank you again, by the way, for helping me out. So, teacher, what first?”

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I made you cookies! and also some pasta. mostly because I want to hang out with Katie.

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Daisy spent a lot of her weekends away from the castle. McNair Manor wasn’t terribly far away, and the temptation to spend her whole weekend hidden away with her new husband was so strong. Daisy would be lying if she said she’d hadn’t spent the first month of school in such a routine. When October arrived, she and Walden had to acknowledge that both of them had things that needed to be done on the weekends which required leaving the house and not always being together. 

This weekend he’d needed to be at the Ministry, and after a little consideration, Daisy thought it seemed like a good time to catch up with grading and just experience the castle with students around. Their first Hogsmeade weekend was approaching, and she loved the anticipation in the air.

At the last minute, Daisy checked with Dumbledore to see if it would be possible to have a guest in the castle. As soon as he gave the go ahead, Daisy sent a letter to Zephyr inquiring if he wanted to see the castle. 

For that reason, Daisy was now waiting in front of the fire in her office. It had been temporarily connected for the day. She understood why they weren’t connected all the time, but she did find it silly to have so many floo entrances when they all seemed to be closed.

Talking to like @mxdnight-marauder or @the-peter-pettigrew “I don’t want to say I was biased against him, but I’m always a little cautious when it comes to significant others. Zephyr’s a good one, though. He makes Remus happy and is a genuinely good person. Oh shut up, I’m drunk. I’m allowed to be sappy.”

Remus + Zephyr Playlist 1/?

01. Kiss The Boy 02. Don’t Take The Money 03. Good To You 04. Desperate Measures 05. Parentheses 06. Loving Someone 07. Come Under The Covers 08. Fly Me To The Moon 09. Hearts On Fire 10. Bloom 11. Somebody Loves You 12. Forever Unstoppable  13. You’re Still A Mystery 14. Good For You 15. Already Home

Jian’s favorite thing about potions was that there was always something new to be discovered and created. The possibilities and creations to be made were limitless, which always allowed for new combinations to add to the world. Many people came to them in hopes of finding a new cure or help for something in their life, whether it be healing, poisoning, loving, or something along the lines. Long hours were spent in the back room mixing up new recipes and researching new ingredients, their properties, and reactions to other ingredients.

After all the recent tragedies within the wizarding community, Jian was busier than ever trying to create a bunch of back ups for St. Mungo’s supply. They had a small partnership with the hospital to help their reserve, and with the outbreak of Dragon Pox, Jian had been on their toes longer than normal. This was on top of all of the regulars they had within their shop, as well.

The bell over the door rang and their eyes flicked up from the book on the powers of different types of feathers. “Hello, Zephyr,” they said with a smile upon their face. “Have you come to try the new hang over potion? I just added a tiny amount of a new ingredient, alihotsy, to try to help lift moods of rough mornings, you know?” They made their way over to a small cabinet under rows of shelves before opening it and pulling out a small flask filled with a shiny yellow potion. “How did the last attempt work out for you?”