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lily potter.

she took another sip of the hot tea, scalding its way down her throat, but she appreciated the warmth in the chill of the early autumn air. “it’s lovely. if i weren’t so hopeless with herbology i’d try to grow something like it,” she mused. “james and sirius are off doing god knows what, of course. i’ve given up trying to keep them under control when they get together. i got distracted for a moment and they must have wandered off without me, but i’m glad they did so i’d get the chance to see you. how are you finding the celebrations?”

⛤

“I learned from a young age that I wasn’t graced with a green thumb, so I find it best to leave the growing to people who know what they’re doing.”  Amelia let out a small chuckle and shook her head. “Ah, of course. I’m sure there’ll be some sort of trail of chaos that you’ll be able to follow to find them later on.” She nodded. “But the celebrations have been good so far. I’ll admit, I haven’t really had the chance to actually enjoy much of them yet, but it’s really nice to see everyone out enjoying themselves together. How about you? Besides losing track of your husband, enjoying yourself?” 

#╰☆ 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐮𝐭 { ft. lily potter } #╰☆ 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 { victory celebrations }

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anthony mopsus.

When the Ministry of Magic encouraged all Wixen under their care to come together and CELEBRATE, the thought crossed Anthony’s mind that they probably didn’t mean him. Still, large crowds were always an opportunity to blend in well, as much as he might   h a t e   the crushing feeling of so many noises and AURAS bombarding him all at once.

He walked with his head down and hands stuffed deep into his pockets, his whole torso hunched so far forward it was as though his ribcage was trying to   s w a l l o w   his heart and stomach. About to turn in to the teashop for a leisurely cup, he felt another solid mass collide with his shoulder.

“Sorry.” He quickly mumbled an apology – then looked up and noticed it was Amelia Bones. He didn’t know much about her, he had only seen her around the Ministry on occasion. As the head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, she was likely one of the only people who knew him, and what he had done.

He   f r o z e.

“I – I’m sorry. No one told me I wasn’t supposed to be out today, so if – ” he swallowed the sentence back down, one hand rising to scratch at the curls at the base of his neck. “I’m not doing anything wrong.” It was an insistence, a DEFIANCE.

⛤  

The collision had almost sent her cup of tea flying into the air, but thankfully she had been quick enough to get a right grip on it in time. Had she not turned to see the person who had run in to her, merlin himself only knew the words that may have left her lips, but upon seeing Anthony Mopsus, she paused, remaining silent for a moment before she spoke. She knew him, of course. Well she knew of him at least. Knew what he had done just not all that long ago and how the Department of Mysteries, the one area of the Ministry out with her jurisdiction, had stepped in before anyone else could. 

“That’s alright, no need to apologise.”  She replied eventually with a shake of her head. “And no one was suggesting you were doing anything wrong, Mister Mopsus. I believe you have every right to be here this evening as much as anyone else does.”

#╰☆ 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐮𝐭 { ft. anthony mopsus } #╰☆ 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 { victory celebrations }

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rosaura palacious.

There are a hundred and one lessons to be learned in the middle of a war, a thousand and one ways to survive with them, and Rosaura has always been someone who is eager to learn. She knows how to find a quick exit, how to avoid the eye and slip into a crowd, most importantly: she knows how to pay attention. She has seen the woman walk up and down the street throughout the day, failing to recognize the stranger until they passed by each other as she entered a shop. Amelia Bones, Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and a woman with all the reasons to worry about the safety of the public.

The realization relaxes the shoulders that had tensed up the moment she had noticed the oddity, understanding feeling her bones as she finishes her purchase and walks towards Rosa Lee Teabag’s for a warm drink to shelter her against the cold evening. It’s a surprise to find Amelia there, but one she takes with a stride.

“Miss Bones,” she greets, tongue twisting around her last name as she pushes down her instant desire to call her by her name, knowing that would be a tad too American for the tense woman. “How goes your evening?”

⛤

Glancing up from her takeaway cup, Amelia offered the witch across from her a polite and welcoming smile. “Miss Palacios.” She replied with a small nod. “My evening has been fine enough thanks, and you? Out to enjoy the celebrations?” She asked, indicating down the alley at the various goings on happening around them. It was nice to see that so many people had come out for the event, and sure, it made her happy to see so many people enjoying themselves. She could only hope that in years to come that perhaps she herself could be one of those people - happy in crowds and not afraid to enjoy herself too much just in case something were to happen. 

#╰☆ 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐮𝐭 { ft. rosaura palacios } #╰☆ 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 { victory celebrations }

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#╰☆ 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 { visage }

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lily potter.

the cool night air felt nice after stepping through the throng of people. she’d gotten separated from her friends and husband at some point, dallying too long in a shop window or stopping to watch one of the musicians and their charmed instruments. these things tended to happen sometimes; she found herself prone to distraction now. being cooped up for so long had given her a new appreciation for the lovely things in the world around her, and she wanted to stop and take them in. a cup of hot tea was pressed into her hands, the scent of jasmine and something indiscernible wafted upwards and lily was puzzling over the combination when she spotted a familiar face. “amelia,” she said happily, stepping out of the crowd so as not to cause a road block. “what d’you suppose this is? i’ve got jasmine and mint but otherwise i’m stumped. have you been here long?”

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Thankful for the distraction from the mutterings of her own thoughts, Amelia glanced up when she heard her named being called, happy to see Lily approaching her from out of the crowd. “Lily, hi.” She replied, offering the younger witch a genuine smile. “Oh, honestly I have no idea, but I can say that it’s delightful.” She nodded, raising her own takeaway cup. “I’ve been here for a couple hours or so, and you? Are you on your own or is James around here somewhere too?” 

#╰☆ 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐮𝐭 { ft. lily potter } #╰☆ 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 { victory celebrations }

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emma vanity.

Often times the Cooperation part of Emma’s title was one was she was happy enough to forego. Trapped in her office, hiding away from the world, she forgot the moments in which she was supposed to go out into the world and be simply human. It felt too foreign, too vulnerable, to be out and about. She realized belatedly that she’d definitely worn the wrong shoes, her heels getting caught in the cobble stones and her gait resembling that of a giraffe rather than the dignified stature she clung to hold onto. And when she was feeling as lost as she was in this moment, the thought of tea calmed her nerves. 

As she rounded the corner to Rosa Lee’s, it brought her a great sense of relief to see Amelia Bones in front of her, perhaps another woman who might share her sentiments, or so she hoped. She waved out a hand, trying to catch her attention. “Is it just me, or do you also find these moments more stifling than exciting?” 

✩

Distracted by the warm radiating from her takeaway cup, and her inner monologue of what if’s that never seemed to dull when she was alone, it took Amelia a moment to notice the waving hand just ahead of her. When she did glance up, however, she was happy to see the familiar face of Emma Vanity approaching her. 

Offering the other witch a welcoming smile, Amelia adjusted her stance, lowering her cup from it’s place under her chin. “Stifling’s certainly a word to describe them, yes.” Amelia replied with a small nod. “It’s nice to see other people enjoying themselves though, makes you wonder how they do it...” She trailed off as her eyes glanced across the crowd momentarily before her attention returned to Emma once more. 

“Uncomfortable celebrations aside though, it’s nice to see you out and about. How are you?”

#╰☆ 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐮𝐭 { ft. emma vanity } #╰☆ 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 { victory celebrations }

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credit : chounette

#╰☆ 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 { visage }

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WHO: Amelia & Open WHEN: September 21st 1985, Early Evening WHERE: Outside Rosa Lee Teabag’s, Diagon Alley

Amelia had lost count how many times she had walked up and down the entire length of Diagon Alley. The victory celebrations had been in full swing for several hours now, but despite knowing in her heart of hearts that there was nothing to be concerned about, not anymore, it was still hard for her to leave her work in the office back at the Ministry. It made her happy to see the whole community come together, but even now, large congregations made her uneasy.

On this particular round, one of the waitresses from Rosa Lee Teabag’s had been able to catch her attention long enough to offer her a freshly brewed cup of tea. Accepting the cup, Amelia muttered the words “you’re a star” in thanks, before she turned to face out on to the street once more.

#╰☆ 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐮𝐭 { interactions } #╰☆ 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 { victory celebrations } #fm starter #fm event001

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human progress is neither  a u t o m a t i c nor inevitable... every  S T E P  towards the  g o a l  of JUSTICE requires sacrifice. it requires SUFFERING and struggle; the TIRELESS exertions and passionate concern of dedicated individuals...

Full Name: Amelia Susan Bones Name Origin: Amelia is a name with Latin origins. Amelia originally comes from the name Amalia, which was derived from the Germanic name Amala. The root element Amal means “work." Susan is a feminine given name, from Persian lily flower, from Egyptian sšn and Coptic shoshen meaning lotus flower, from Hebrew Shoshana meaning lily (in modern Hebrew this also means rose and a flower in general). Nicknames: ‘Melia, Bones Age: Thirty One Birthday: 24th January, Capricorn Gender & Pronouns: Cis Woman, She/Her Sexuality: Heterosexual Relationship Status: Single Patronus: Polar Bear Boggart: Her family dead at the hands of Lord Voldemort Wand Type: 9″, Vine Wood with a Thestral Hair core Occupation: Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement Affiliation: Neutral, Ally to the Order of The Phoenix Face Claim: Ana de Armas Key Information: Please see below the cut

𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙏𝙀𝘿 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙉𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎 ;;   coming soon

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𝘼𝙎𝙎𝙊𝘾𝙄𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎 / 𝘼𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙃𝙀𝙏𝙄𝘾𝙎 ;;   mustard yellow sweaters and pristine white collars, ‘it’s okay to be angry but never okay to be cruel’, hiding away in musty old libraries, cups of coffee with the teaspoon left at the side, stacks of parchment neatly placed at the edge of a desk, ‘i can’t let you close enough to hurt me’, heels clicking on marble flooring, sunflowers, not raised thinking you were the best, but to be the best at whatever you put your mind to.

𝙁𝘼𝙈𝙄𝙇𝙔 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙐𝙋𝘽𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙄𝙉𝙂 ;;   Amelia Susan Bones is the youngest of three children, and the only daughter in the close knit Bones family. With two older brothers, Adam and Edgar, her mother tried to enforce the female stereotypes on her from a young age, but try as she might, her sons always seemed to be up to something more interesting to Amelia, causing the young witch to often rebel and stubbornly refuse to do anything that she didn’t want to. Anything they could do, she could do better, and it made her determined to achieve her goals.

𝘼𝙏𝙏𝙀𝙉𝘿𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙃𝙊𝙂𝙒𝘼𝙍𝙏𝙎 ;;   When it came to attending Hogwarts, Amelia had her heart on joining Ravenclaw house, but instead she found her home in Hufflepuff. After the initial disappointment wore off, she quickly found her place among her fellow badgers, and was able to thrive not only in her classes, but in becoming both a Prefect, and the Head Girl of her year. With the help of her friends and the guidance of her professors, Amelia never wasted a single moment of her time at Hogwarts, and she left with a clear path in her mind.

𝘾𝘼𝙍𝙀𝙀𝙍 𝙒𝙄𝙏𝙃 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙈𝙄𝙉𝙄𝙎𝙏𝙍𝙔 ;;   While her brothers had the benefit of physical strength on their side, Amelia knew that the way she would reach her goals would be through the use of her brain. With logic and strategic thinking on her side, she was able to get herself a job within the Ministry of Magic straight out of Hogwarts. Sure it may have only been as a glorified tea girl to begin with, but she used her quick thinking and all of the books at her disposal in order to work her way up to become a valued member of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Once she had an in with the DMLE, she set her sights on working her way through the ranks. She knew that she had a lot to prove, and frankly there wasn’t many who had faith in her abilities, but that only made her more determined to prove everyone wrong. After thirteen years of working tirelessly, Amelia is now the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and a chief member of the Wizengamot.

𝘼𝙁𝙁𝙄𝙇𝙄𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 𝙄𝙉 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙒𝘼𝙍 ;;   Growing up with two older brothers definitely left Amelia with a thick skin, and an inability to remain quiet when she see’s something that isn’t fair. But when it came to the wizarding war, she had no interest in joining either side directly. Her loyalties always remained with ensuring that justice was served, and although she knew that The Order were doing the right thing, and she was happy to defend them at every turn, she also knew that she wasn’t a fighter, and that remaining neutral was the best thing for her to do. Little did she know, however, that was going to be a choice that she would live to have many regrets about for the rest of her life

You can’t have a war without casualties, it’s something Amelia would even say herself. But the day her brother Edgar fell at the hands of the Death Eaters was one that she never thought she’d have to prepare for. But it wasn’t just her brother she lost that day, it was also a sister-in-law, two nephews and a niece - all of them targeted and murdered for the sake of showing the rest of the wizarding world that no one was safe if you didn’t believe in the Dark Lords message, regardless of the pureness of your blood. Somewhere deep down, Amelia knows that there was nothing she could have done to save them, but she cannot help but wonder if she had chosen not be a coward and fight, would her brother still be with her to this day?

𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝙄𝙎 𝙎𝙃𝙀 𝙉𝙊𝙒 ;;  In the years that have passed since Voldemort was defeated, Amelia has worked tirelessly and almost obsessively to help restore the wizarding world to a place of peace, and all her efforts had not gone unnoticed. When known Death Eaters were caught and tried for their crimes, Amelia was awarded her position on The Wizengamot, and has since overseen dozens of trials, continuing to bring justice to the world she loves so much.

From the moment that Amelia was offered her position with the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, she had set her sights on working her way through the ranks. Seeing others around her reaching great heights within their own fields only made her more determined, and two years ago she had finally proven herself ready to take on the role of being the Head of the department. Being a goal of hers for so long now, she doesn’t know what the future will hold for her now that she has the title under her belt, but whatever it is, she knows she will give it her all.

#╰☆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 { about } #fm task001

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tag drop.

#╰☆ 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐮𝐭 { interactions } #╰☆ 𝐢 𝐚𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 { visage } #╰☆ 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 { aesthetic } #╰☆ 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 { family } #╰☆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 { about } #╰☆ 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢 𝐚𝐦; 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 { the bones siblings } #╰☆ 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 { wardrobe } #╰☆ 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 { development } #╰☆ 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 { muse } #╰☆ 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 { headcanons } #╰☆ 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐝𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 { quotes } #╰☆ 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 { bones siblings }