she had marvelous time ruining everything

      it  was  uncomfortable  to  walk  into  hogsmeade  and  be  met  with  so  many  faces  that  left  the  hairs  on  the  back  of  her  neck  lifting  —  faces  lily  knew  took  personal  offense  to  people  like  her  .  she  could’ve  not  come  ,  she  had  every  reason  to  simply  stay  home  ,  but  making  an  appearance  at  the  memorial  felt  important  to  her  —  what  had  happened  had  been  a  tragedy  ,  an  abomination  ,  and  the  redhead  had  felt  the  urge  to  come  pay  her  respects  regardless  of  the  company  around  her  .  it  had  been  a  last  minute  decision  ,  so  she  couldn’t  even  be  sure  if  any  of  her  friends  would  be  there  ,  but  for  now  that  didn’t  matter  .  the  small  crowd  formed  around  grace  tuft  meant  she’d  wait  a  bit  ,  give  them  space  ,  instead  moving  towards  the  bar  —  a  gentle  tone  to  her  voice  when  she  moved  to  take  a  place  next  to  another  wix  ,  brushing  past  them  as  she  did  so  .  "  excuse  me  .  "

“Lily! Thank merlin you’re here. I missed you, I’m glad you could make it...” She said hugging the other girl and sighed, “I can’t handle it here much longer, so I might bail early, but I’m glad I got to see you before I’m going to go...” She said a bit nervously as she looked around.

          it wasn’t that grace wasn’t thankful someone was throwing a memorial for their family—they didn’t have the means to do so right now anyway. grace felt like this was forced, there was something off about the situation and they didn’t like it. if grace didn’t want to be here, then she couldn’t imagine anyone else wanted to be here either. while grace had friends, it seemed like the people that she talked to didn’t understand the loss that she’d gone through. they didn’t want people to go through what they were going through now, but at some point, they didn’t really know what else to do or say to make people understand that her grief was normal. what grace didn’t want, was a bunch of people who had barely ever spoken a word to her before, coming up and saying how sorry they were. they wanted answers. still, they had a part to play. “thank you so much for coming.” 

“of course, Grace, I know how much of a circus this whole thing can be and I’m here if you need anything.” She said reaching a supportive hand onto the other’s shoulder, “I’m really really sorry you have to go through this.” Amelia knew what it was like to lose someone and she knew how hard it was when everything was put on show like this.

“if my mom turns this way let me know,” he says as he quickly grabs the shot of firewhisky and takes it in one gulp, he makes a face at the burn before looking over at the direction of his mother who was talking to one of her friends. when she turned over towards him he waved, making a scene of grabbing his glass of water before she turned again. “merlin,” he sighs, asking for another. funerals were never his forte, he remembers having gone to them for some relative that he doesn’t remember, it was a bunch of people walking up to him explaining they’re sorry for his loss but he didn’t really know what he was losing. he looks over at the only surviving member of the tuft family and he feels bad for them but he doesn’t know where to really put all the things that he’s feeling so he’s here at the bar. 

Amelia smirked taking her own shot to deal with the stress of the evening, “I’ll let you know, but your mom might kill us both if she finds you drinking.” She teased watching the older pettigrew woman and just looked back at peter and held her newly filed glass up in cheers, knowing no one was around to tell her off.

           he  hadn’t  spoken  to  amelia  in  a  while  —  really  because  he  was  unsure  as  to  what  to  say.  but  now,  it  was  the  summer  holiday  meaning  she  would  be  coming  back  from  scotland,  even  if  only  for  a  little  while,  and  he  missed  his  little  sister.  ❛  hey  —  ❜  edgar  started  getting  up  as  soon  as  he  noticed  his  sister  enter  the  crowded  bar.  ❛  i  was  hoping  you’d  get  my  owl.  ❜ 

Amelia walked into the pub, her hair pulled back. Arms filled with papers. “Yeah, well I’m here.” She smiled, setting them down on her papers on the table, to give him a quick hug. “I missed you Eddie.” She smiled

Marlene swirled herself around in her sister’s chair in the dreary office. “Bride-to-be is out to lunch. Can I take a number and you wait?” Her feet kicked up to the desk; if she was going to be stuck here for a few hours then it might as well be a fun time. She held a parchment in quill in her hands, mocking importance of the words she did not really write down. Ernie had a person who did something similar outside his office. She’d rather hang herself over the mouth of the giant squid than do any of this work, but for now the game of it would suffice. “Aye, you were actually like looking for her, weren’t you?” Her eyes finally gazed up to the individual, but she still found it hard to not break into a grin given the circumstance. @beforedawnstarters​

“See, the wonderful thing about summer,” Hilde said, “is I don’t have to think about my NEWTs until it’s over. The annoying thing is I do get to listen to my family argue. So, I am up for literally anything right now that will get me out for… well, as long as you can.”

“Drinks and wandering the muggle world? How does that sound?”

     Regulus stands in the shop, an air of frustration surrounding him. Having been standing there for well over 10 minutes now, he is no more closer to picking a selection than he was the minute he stepped into the bloody place. He lets out a huff of annoyance, glaring at the colourful displays as he blatantly disregards a “No Tasting!” sign and pops a Bertie Botts into his mouth. He winces at the taste and swallows it, giving the display an even more venomous look as if it’s solely to blame for his misfortune. “Bet you were glad to see that, weren’t you,” he mutters to the sweets, not noticing the close-by wix eyeing him in amusement.

“Only because I saw you read the sign, ignore it and get something rancid tasting.” She laughed lightly offering him one from her own box that she knew would taste good. “Here, try it.” She offered kindly.

    “ oh , come on -” sybill  gives  the  other  an  easy  smily  as  her  arm  extends  towards  them .  her  right  hand  holds  a  barely  touched  bag  of  licorice  wands  she  bought  from  the  trolley  earlier .  “ just  finish  them ,  why  don’t  you ?  it’ll  be  wasted  if  i  keep  them  now  that  we’re  here  at  the  station .” 

“You could save them for later, I don’t see why you would put them in the bin?” She said looking at sybill taking one anyways with a shrug, “What is your first plan since being back?”