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âOh, well now isnât that just so sweet of you to say.â Narcissa replied with a light chuckle as she allowed herself to be nudged to the side slightly by her friend. âAnd not always the case, if I remember rightly. Though itâs definitely been quite some time since you last stepped in to fight any of my battles.â She grinned, shaking her head. Just as Narcissa would have no bother stepping in to defend Dahlia without a second guess, Dahlia had done it plenty for Narcissa over the years. Not that Narcissa didnât know how to defend herself, of course, but she had always been grateful for a friend who was close enough that she knew theyâd have her back whenever she needed it. âOh, of course it wouldnât. But that doesnât mean that I actually want to put the work in.â Narcissa retorted to her friends teasing. âAnd of course, though most of my collection is all packed up at the moment, just waiting for the day Iâm married and move in to my new home.â
âdistance has changed us,â she says dramatically, âwe donât see each other nearly enough since leaving the castle,â she admits. though dahlia knows most of that was due to her job and how often she took work outside of london. sheâs glad however, that the distance hasnât changed their closeness quite as much as she thought it would. she rolled her eyes playfully at her friend, âof course youâd just prefer for it to land in your lap. not that iâm not hoping for the same. i donât really want to pay that much for a broom i hardly know to use,â she admits. âahhh, yes your impending marriage to lucy. are we happy about that or am i supposed to run away with you at the wedding?â
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âWhy donât we explore somewhere else? Iâm sure the heartbroken guitarist wouldnât even miss us. And I think another person is going to go onto the stage. Iâd quite like to save myself the trouble.â The second part was more to herself than anything. She watched the performer thank everyone, and begin to pack up his things. The last thing Pandora wanted to do was risk hearing a tone-deaf, would-be musician. Sheâd come in there for the company, and sheâd gotten it. âThere are a few shoppes that arenât too busy, and the items donât look entirely awful.â
dahlia normally would have not been amenable to such a suggestion, but as she saw the new performer coming up she couldnât help but want to rush out of there. sheâd heard them perform before and their sound was the equivalent of having a jackhammer in your brains. âyeah, sure.â she says, though still not happy with the company she got for the night. she had been expecting a friend, not a stranger. âbut youâre buying me a scotch at the end of this.â she had to be getting something out of this interaction at least. âlead the way. â
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     Amycus figured everything he said was probably unpleasant. He never tried to comfort someone. Even with Alecto his words seemed harsh, not comforting. Though he didnât know how to change that or if he even wanted to. âThatâs where we differ. I love taking away peopleâs unhappiness.â He really did enjoy seeing someoneâs eyes turn to fear when they looked at him. Maybe not the best thing to admit, but Amycus didnât care. âI donât have that talent, unfortunately,â he said, pursing his lip. âDonât worry. I have no use for brooms.â He wasnât a fan of Quidditch like some people and he didnât like flying. There were easier ways to travel by magic and he preferred them. âIn the cupborad where itâs supposed to go. Unless you have those fancy bottles.â If it were up to him, heâd live in a place with no decorations. Belongings meant nothing to him. âI donât care about cursed objects. I just want to curse my enemies.âÂ
she blinked in a pronounced manner at his statement. slightly surprised, but coming to realize that it was expected of him. heâd never been sunshine and rainbows always doom and gloom. âyouâd kick a person while theyâre down wouldnât you?â she asks, curious despite already having an idea of what his answer would be. despite this she didnât look at him with fear, only curiosity. âeveryone has a use for brooms. theyâre incredibly useful for getting around, but i guess iâll try and take your word for it.â she was half convinced he was trying to let her guard down so he could take it. âtheyâre very fancy bottles, if thereâs anything to splurge on its liquor. they donât belong in a cupboard where absolutely no one will see them.â not that anyone was seeing them other than herself. dahlia barely took visitors after all. âand how many enemies could you possibly have? youâre twenty-four youâre too young to have any mortal enemies.â
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      âIs it?â he asked, shrugging. It wasnât that complicated of a plan in his opinion. Why try pulling off a long complicated heist with a distraction when it wasnât necessary and brute force could do the job for you. But sure, if Dahlia thought it was a very diabolical plan, then it probably was. He wasnât that smart. Whenever he could, brute force was the best way to get something from someone. He liked fighting people and honestly, violence was the only thing that made him happy. Amycus didnât even care how bad that sounded. âDid you steal the winning ticket? Or rig it somehow? That sounds like something my sister would do.â He rolled his eyes as she jumped up and down like a child. âWell, I hate to fly, so Iâm not stealing it.â He hated admitting that he wasnât good at something. It wasnât that he wasnât good at flying, it was that he was scared of heights. But who wanted to admit weakness? âWhatâs the point of getting a place with built in bookcase if you donât read?â he asked. âDo you at least store cursed objects there? Alecto has a large collection of cursed stuff. She wonât let me near it. Itâs not like I want to be cursed, but I could give it to someone else.âÂ
âwell maybe not diabolical, but it is unpleasant,â she said scrunching up her nose. âi donât actually enjoy taking away peopleâs happiness. itâs usually just a side effect.â she danced around with her winning ticket, a more graceful sight than one would expect from someone with such an abrasive personality. âno stealing, no rigging, just luck. some of us are born lucky i guess,â she says, smiling. âif you even tried to steal it iâd hex you,â she admits, knowing that they werenât at a level of friendship where she could easily forgive him. âi didnât get the place for the bookshelf obviously. i got it because the place is cheap besides where would i put my alcohol if there wasnât a bookshelf?â she shrugged her shoulders, âi keep my prizes in a vault,â she doesnât specify where, but given her occupation it was a no brainer. but amycus had never been the brightest from what she could recall. âi will now be wary of anything you give me,â she admits, ânow that i know you have a predilection to gift cursed objects.â
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Lily managed to shrug good-naturedly at the question, although she bristled a little at the judgement she could hear in the other womanâs tone. âProbably,â she acknowledged. âBut when you know, you know, right? Besides, with things getting as crazy as they are now, it seems like we should live as much life as we can, while we can.â She was referring, of course, to the growing tensions in the wizarding world surrounding blood status and blood purity. She knew that some people were unconcerned about the whole thing, although she couldnât imagine how that could be. Perhaps for the people it didnât affect, it was easier to ignore. Lily would never know. Sheâd been destined for this fight since the moment she was born. She nodded in reluctant agreement when the other demanded that she tell her how to fix her injury on her own. âThatâs understandable, I suppose. Iâd usually use a salve to treat a burn like that, but if youâre in a rush, a quick episkey should do the trick.âÂ
âwhen you know you know,â dahlia had never heard that saying about marriage within her circle. marriage was often times a business contract, one that she was glad no one was enforcing onto her. it was the one perk of being fatherless and having an empty shell for a mother. though she often wondered when her grandparents would eventually step in and put their foot down about how dahlia has been living her life. âand you think a quick marriage is the way to live life?â she asks in disbelief, âsounds rash. thatâs a lifelong contract.â dahlia didnât care, really she didnât. but her thoughts and mouth had always had a life of their own and it was rare that sheâd be able to hide it. tact was reserved for people sheâd known for years. she did the spell, wondering how on earth she could have forgotten something so simple. âwell it hasnât healed it, but itâs better,â she said, refusing to admit that the burn had given her pain.Â
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âCaligula was the nickname of a Roman emperor, but it means little boot. Caligula the kneazle hurt his paw when he was a kitten, and the healing spells turned his fur white on that paw. So itâs like heâs got a little boot.â Alecto thought that sounded fairly ridiculous when she said it out loud, but whatever. Most people liked kneazlesâ Amycusâs hatred of her pet was the outlier, she reminded herself.Â
âIâve not done it often, but itâd likely be better to know ahead of time than to have to learn on the job.â She made a face. âMerlin, it was awful. Mud everywhere. We spent an entire week setting up the platforms before we could even start working, because we had to levitate everything for half a mile from where the solid ground ended. Apparently that areaâs drier in the summer, but the Ministry didnât want to wait six months.â
âinteresting,â she said, plainly. the story behind the kneazleâs name was all a little too cutesy for dahliaâs taste. not that she would voice it out loud, her face however made a slight twitch. she hadnât expected something like this from alecto, having had a different impression of the girl throughout their childhood â one that was wrong. or perhaps she had just failed to see this particular side of her. they had never been the closest of friends and at times dahlia wondered if she could even call the blonde one. âsounds like a lot of unnecessary work, but i suppose the ministry waits for no one.â she had been offered a job with the ministry once before, but eventually turned it down as once gringottâs heard of the offer they more than matched it. besides, dahlia had never been one to jump ship quite so easily. feeling the conversation dying down, dahlia downed the rest of her hot chocolate and tossed it in a nearby bin. âi think itâs going to be a while before they start announcing winners, iâm going to go in for a firewhiskey. youâre welcome to come with.â alcohol had always been her buffer for awkwardness, and sheâd never had any qualms about day drinking.Â
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âNow thatâs the winning attitude that we love to hear.â Narcissa nodded, offering a small chuckle as she watched Dahlia hold up her raffle ticket. She hoped that luck was indeed on her friends side today and that she did win the broom. And it wasnât out of pity or anything that she thought as much, Narcissa simply didnât see anyone else currently in the Village who deserved to win it, but that could have been because she very little positive things to say about everyone else who was there. âOh, Iâve no doubt that it would go for several thousand at the very least. And then some if itâs hand signed by the author⊠I can already see where it will live among my collection, so letâs hope I donât have any extra leg work to do in order to get it in my possession.âÂ
sheâs not often in such a good mood, especially not when it was as cold as it was, but seeing her old friend brought out a different side of her that had been missing since she was indefinitely put out of field work. âwhat can i say you bring out the positive, non-violent side of me,â she says with a small smile, bumping cissaâs shoulder with hers. the statement wasnât necessarily all true, as she could remember a few times that she had picked fights on behalf of her friend back in hogwarts. dahlia had always been protective of the people she cared about and sheâd earned a few cuts and scrapes fighting people over the smallest of slights. âa little extra hard work wouldnât hurt you,â she says with a slight roll of her eyes, only teasing. âalready have a place cleaned out and ready for this then? how do you still have room?â
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âItâs still your home,â Violet replies, âYouâll go home to it always. Even after all your adventures and what not.â She has always believed that a house should feel like a home, somewhere you can truly be comfortable in. A place you donât have to guard yourself in. A place of no pretense. A safe bubble of sorts. Clearly, Dahlia disagrees. Even though sheâs been mostly home for the past six months. A fast which does not go unnoticed by Violet. âGetting one painting isnât going to hurt you. I can send you one if you canât be bothered to buy one.â Looking at the long line of people in front of them, she sighs, already knowing that this will be a long wait by the stillness of the people in front of them. Her hand going out to yank Dahliaâs, urging her quietly to stop launching snow at the innocent man in front of them. Violet would like to avoid a fight with a stranger this morning. She hasnât drunk enough cafeine to duel. âYouâll recoup your losses,â she shrugs before continuing in a monotonous tone, repeating a life lesson she had been given years ago by a financial mentor, âIf you start betting then youâll start gambling. Then youâll lose all your money and even your home.â She tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear, glancing down at the watch on her wrist, noting the time before retorting back. âMy sense of adventure died the moment my housemates dared me to go into the Forbidden Forest at midnight to call out a banshee.â
âit would look misplaced,â she grimaces as she thinks of whatever piece of artwork violet might obtain placed on her bare white walls. âif i get one painting iâd have to start getting more and then iâd graduate to potted plants and next thing you know iâd have a pet that iâd be unable to leave on its own and then what will happen then? iâd never get to leave.â sheâs aware that sheâs thinking too far ahead and that itâs unlikely sheâd ever get a second painting, but she was trying to talk violet out of the ridiculous notion that she needed to make her place more homey. as if sheâd ever feel anything other than suffocated inside four walls. she doesnât stop launching snow onto the man until he looks back at her with a scowl and she gives him a fake innocent smile that gets him to finally vacate the area. however, dahlia is met with another obnoxiously tall being (though not quite as tall as the man who just left) and sheâs back to launching snow again. she doesnât want to talk money, she has more than she needs. her job may be dangerous, but it does pay well. and while she had lost a few thousand in one investment, her other investments were thriving. she was living well below her means in a sketchy neighborhood with low rent and loud neighbors â the noise had never bothered her after all. âyouâve never told me that story,â she says, stopping her assault on the stranger to look curiously upon her sister, âi canât believe you would have actually gone through with it â did you stay near the edge?â
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âIâll never understand your taste in decorations,â she shakes her head. Having seen what constitutes as decorations at Dahliaâs place (alcohol bottles on a bookshelf instead of a nice little bar section?), Violet figures itâs only natural for Dahlia to gravitate towards a novelty broom for a wall piece. Itâs so Dahlia. âThe money can be invested into something that isnât going to decrease in value in six months.â she finishes the last of her hot chocolate. The liquid burns her tongue but leaves her throat warm. A protection against the morningâs mist and cold. âInvestments are safe you know.â She gives Dahlia a look, one that indicates the words she leaves unspoken always. Safer than your job. Violet has always known that she canât stop Dahlia from pursuing adventure but she does worry for her sister and her knack of breaking into cursed sites Cursebreaker isnât the safest job in the world. The mortality rate is concerning. âApparition is faster. Heights are terrifying.â
âi donât stay there for long,â she says, still pretending as if her loft was just a transitory space rather than a full on home. sheâd never felt at home within four walls, loved seeing the stars at night as she fell asleep at campsites. âthereâs no need for pretty paintings and potted plants â just a good glass of scotch for a nightcap.â she says, bouncing on her heels slightly as she strained her neck to see past the unbelievable tall man blocking her view. âi have investments,â she says, she worked for a bank of course she knew about them. âand theyâre not safe. i lost a few thousand galleons just last month. i still prefer good old-fashioned bets if you ask me.â she looked down at her feet, kicking snow onto the man in an attempt to get him to move. âyou canât apparate onto a site youâve never been to,â she shrugs, âplus century old anti-apparition wards in most of them,â she argues. âand terrifying can be good â whereâs your sense of adventure?â
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âThatâs wasteful.â Violet points out, tightening her coat around her body as she trudges down Hogsmeade with Dahlia; faint dark circles under her eyes and her face puffy. She hadnât planned on going with her sister to her broom raffle event this morning, never having much interest in Quidditch herself and having a total amount of zero excitement for something as mundane as brooms. But Dahlia can be persuasive. And Violet likes the hot chocolate they sell here. Taking a quick sip from her cup, she looks to Dahlia. âAnd itâs a broom, it doesnât need a glass box. Theyâre meant to get dirty, scrawny, and ugly.â She gestures to nothing in particular. âIf I were you, Iâd resell it at a high price. People are always desperate for unavailable new things.â
âthe glass box would make it seem special though,â she insists with a bit of a lisp as the hot chocolate had just burned her tongue. âbut i guess as my only piece of decoration it will be special enough.â she shrugs, fingers seeking warmth from her cup as she moves closer to violet in attempt to gather warmth. she didnât quite count the bookshelf filled with bottles of alcohol, gifted and bought alike, as decoration despite the fact that the need for storage had turned out aesthetically pleasing. âpffft,â she says, the sound entirely unladylike, âi donât need the money, i made a killing on my last site." she doesnât mention that her last site had been more than six months ago due to her injury, something that would have been unheard of had she come out of it unscathed. dahlia didnât often stay home too long, a few weeks at most between sites. âbesides, maybe iâll finally learn to fly properly with a good enough broom â itâs a good skill to have.â
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     Amycus knew he was right. People forgot winning something after a while, but stealing something, that either made someone feel guilty or it thrilled them. Either emotion was enough to remember the actual story. Honestly, Amycus just took what he wanted regardless. Heâd even have followed the winner and stole it. Actually that gave him an idea. âSure,â he grinned, knowing that he was right. He had no use for a broom. There were very few things Amycus didnât like to admit that he had weaknesses, but he hated flying. Heights were something that got to him. âOh, no actually, you just let the sucker that wins it win the prize. Theyâll be so distracted that they won the prize, they wonât even pay attention if someoneâs following them to take it. Then theyâll be too embarrassed to say the prize they won got stolen because theyâre an idiot.â Amycus was might not be very smart, but he did know how to come up with a good plan to take something from someone. He thought about his home and how empty it was, or how empty it would be if Alecto didnât have her stuff in there. âWall of alcohol. This sounds intriguing.âÂ
âthatâs diabolical,â she says in an even tone. unsure whether she would be willing to takes someoneâs happiness away like that. dahlia had never been the kindest person. some may even say she went out of her way to be rude. and she picked fights. physical fights that ended in lasting injuries, but she had never deliberately sought to make someone unhappy. her bad behavior had always been a result of her moods. âbut unnecessary because,â she leaned over and showed him her ticket, âif you listen closely,â she smiled, âtheyâre saying these numbers right now.â she doesnât even attempt to hide the squeal as she hops up and down, clapping her hands on his back in her happiness. she was such a child sometimes. âi guess iâll be the idiot someone tries to steal from if iâm not careful.â she drags him with her as she begins the trek toward her prize. âoh you know, iâve got a built in bookshelf and i donât read so i just store all the good stuff on it.â
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When it came to the cost of things, Narcissa was certainly a product of her upbringing. It was very easy for her to forget that many people didnât have it as easy as she had, and merlin did she have it more than easy, so sometimes she did need a gentle reminder of that fact when it came to her friends. âI guess youâre right, my apologies. Though even if you did get it from me, or say the winning ticket happened to land in your hands, you donât own anyone an explanation for a thing. Instead you tell them exactly what you want them to hear.â Narcissa nodded, offering a small shrug. âOh, of course it will. This girl takes her collection seriously and I wouldnât want that one slipping through my hands if it can be avoided.âÂ
âi supposed if someone did drop the winning ticket and i somehow found it on the fallen snow then it would be an even better story,â she says with a half-smile. âbut of course since iâm obviously very lucky today that wonât be necessary because i will get that broom with this ticket.â sheâs sure of it somehow and she holds up the ticket in the air, letting the sun shine on it dramatically. she woke up that day feeling as if things were just going to go her way. âwhat do first editions go for these days anyway? i heard this one is signed by the author so it must be a lot.âÂ
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âItâs a pleasure.â Pandora blinked when her hand dropped. She pressed her lips together and turned to face the performer again, clearing her throat at the action. She wasnât entirely sure how to interact with strangers. Of course, the term âstrangersâ didnât quite apply to a known member of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. âA small bonfire? I think the girl wouldâve been better off setting him aflame, donât you think?â
dahlia doesnât return the sentiment, not feeling the need to say meaningless pleasantries. it had always felt a little like lying to her, but most of all it was too much effort for someone she was unlikely to see again. âwe only say small bonfire for legal purposes,â she says, finally glancing at the girl and giving her a hint of a smile. perhaps she wasnât so bad after all and after being stood up, it would be nice to not look like a complete idiot. âsetting him aflame would have been something someone younger and less discreet would do,â of course it would be a lie to pretend that she hadnât tried, but she didnât owe pandora an explanation.
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