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⧼   kentaro sakaguchi, non binary, he & they   /   star man by david bowie + WILDERNESS EXPLORER. a man who has always felt more at home under the open sky than in a bed surrounded by four walls and a roof. never tied down, always free to move from one location to another. who has found a way to combine his love of wand making with his love of nature, traveling the world to better understand the materials that go into each of his creations. who wears a wide smile across his face as he walks barefoot through a forest, his hand running across the bark of every tree. he stops to inspect every tree and every plant, taking note of them in his journal. MIMOSA PUDICA - THE SENSITIVE PLANT. a curiosity of nature. not unlike our wand maker, quick to detect or respond to changes around him, closing it’s leaves at the slightest touch. his first instinct has always been to protect himself. but as he’s grown, his sensitive nature has taken another form: empathy. no longer considered with protecting himself, focused only on those around him- plants and animals alike. A WANDMAKER. he’s devoted his life to his craft. there’s a story behind each wand he makes, starting with the initial vision. it’s then transferred to paper, drawn over and over until he’s satisfied. the margins full of details, from type of wand to the core. and then comes the creation, the longest step. once he’s started on a wand, he won’t stop until it’s complete.   ⧽   ━━   hey, isn’t that HAYASHI KENJI? i read a daily prophet article on them, once ; the THIRTY year old half blood WIZARD is a MAHOUTOKORO alumnus who has gone on to be a WANDMAKER. i’ve heard they can be quite INDIVIDUALISTIC & PASSIONATE, but i don’t know… they came off very ABSENT-MINDED & NAIVE in that interview. it really is hard to know what to believe these days though, isn’t it? 

“But you look absolutely delicious, love,” Lorcan grinned, their eyes roaming over Kenji’s costume, taking their chin between Lorcan’s thumb and forefinger, “Thank you for indulging me,” The vampire places a small kiss to their lips in appreciation. At the suggestion of going somewhere else, Lorcan takes a look around them, the once secluded Shrieking Shack becoming overrun by children. Lorcan shutters at the thought–by Gods were they getting old! “An excellent idea,” They rub Kenji’s shoulders in an attempt to give them warmth, though it was difficult for the vampire with their cold skin and the inability to feel the chilly weather. Perhaps they will have to be more mindful of Kenji’s mortality in the future. “Anywhere you have in mind?” They smirk.

𝐅𝐓. :    open.     (   @startertms​​   ) 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 :    could  be  either  midnight  on  diagon  alley   or   the  shrieking  shack.

‘     Oh,   shit.   Trouble  in  paradise.     ’          Elbow  nudges  the  person  beside  him  to  garner    (   rather  rudely,   but  when  has  Seamus  ever  stopped  to  think  before  acting?   )    their  attention  while  head  bops  towards  the  free  show    :    two  people  in  heated  debate,   face  to  face,   arms  flailing.   A  night  like  this  was  ALWAYS  going  to  end  in  disaster  for  someone,   he  supposes.   How  different  for  him  to  be  the  onlooker  rather  than  the  instigator  this  time,   bark  of  laughter  erupting  loudly  as  one  finally  throws  their  drink  over  the  other.          ‘     Wicked  waste,   tha’  is.     ’          Doesn’t  stop  him  being  endlessly  amused,   however,   that  boyish  smirk  growing  wider.          ‘     Alright.    —    ‘M  placing  bets  now.   What  d’ye  think  they  did?   And,   more  importantly,   which  one  of  us  is  gonna  be  the  bold  bastard  brave  enough  to  go  ask?     ’

The corners of the vampire’s mouth twitches and Lorcan is beaming when they meet Kenji’s gaze.  “Only a year, you say?” Lorcan echoes and ponders Kenji’s remark, having lived many lifetimes already, they have forgotten what it must feel like to the wix before them. For a brief moment, they wonder what it would be like to be with Kenji for an eternity–what bliss! Lorcan interlocks their fingers, bringing their hands up to the vampire’s lips. There on the back of Kenji’s hand, Lorcan lays a kiss. “And many more there shall be, my sweet,” Their gaze sweeps the room, taking in the sights. “We could get a drink… or we can explore and find a place to make out. The Ministry is an awfully big place.” 

she already knows all that, of course ( had paid enough attention in care of magical creatures to have heard the basic facts they give, before ), but since kenji is being so kind as to explain pocky’s situation, wren makes the conscious choice not to say as much to them. she remains apprehensive even with their encouragement, but she doesn’t think it very nice to pull back her hand once it’s already been offered. the bowtruckle, for his part, examines her index finger with what looks to be great interest, and wren looks to kenji with widened eyes, “is that good?“

“tell me about it,”     george hits the button.     “i’ve only started to work out what’s what cause i started visiting my dad here.     i could probably walk you somewhere,     if you need it?”

location:     ministry of magic,     /     anywhere else with a lift. 

brown baggie of pastries are swapped with swiftness from left hand to right.     george darts his arm out,     and the closing lift’s doors again wrench open.     “you can get this one,     —     i’m going up,     too.”

dionisia wished, for a moment or five, she had insisted to hande that she let dionisia buy them both tickets to tier three. but the invite to buy them had gone unanswered in favor of tier two’s, something about actually enjoying herself once becoming the argument she settled with. tier three, in the years she’d gone, had been almost suffocating, with the schmoozing and the small talk and the almost falling asleep in their seats. but, anything over this, she thought as she nodded along and smiled. “i’m admittedly much more interested in flora than fauna.” beyond their interactions with plants and their affects on ecosystems, she didn’t care at all abt hippogriffs. they were cute sure. but plenty of things were cute. “oh, i don’t know. these things can really go anyway.”

josephine’s   standing   close   enough   that   she   overhears   the   comment   –––––   and   really,   she’s   thankful   for   the   distraction.   hippogriff   racing  has   never  been   an  interest  of  hers  (  there’s   a   part   of   her   that  thinks  it   rather  inhumane  )  but  she  does  agree:  they   are   fascinating. “  i  think  there’s  a  certain  algorithm  you  could   use  to  predict  a   winner,  but  don’t  ask  me  what  it   is,  ”  josephine  jokes.  she  moves  a  little   closer  to  the  stranger  ,  “  oh,  i’m   not   necessarily  interested  in  a  winner  but   if   i   had  to  choose,  i’d   say  …  shadow  of   the   moon  ,  maybe  ?  he   seems   like   an  underdog.   and   you  ? ”

she doesn’t say anything - nothing to even confirm that she’s hanging onto every word - but make no mistake, she’s watching their every move intently. care of magical creatures class was the only time that wren had ever even seen a bowtruckle in person and professor hagrid hadn’t pulled any of those from his pocket ( idly, she wonders if he’d agree with this one’s living arrangements ). “hello, pocky,” she reaches out with her index finger since the creature was so small, going for a makeshift handshake as if that were perfectly normal form, “they have no reason to trust me. what if i scare them?”

Lorcan presses their lips together to stop their grin from spreading, Kenji’s hand in theirs, warm flesh against icy cold. If Lorcan was alive, they’d surely be blushing. “I have not, sadly. The trip would have been too tedious. I almost had lost the satchel with my homeland soil in it once. Ever since, trips outside the country have been anxiety inducing. But I think I’m ready now to see new sights.” A pause, a slight purse of their lips, considering asking the question Lorcan knows is on both their minds. Relationships were always difficult due to their immortality, not to mention the way Lorcan can shift between being attached and becoming detached all too quickly. Besides, it wasn’t exactly easy to ask someone what they’re looking for, but– “Look at us. Planning on running away together when we have yet to establish what we are. I’m having a fabulous time with you, babe. But one’s got to know.” 

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