#𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: diagon alley !

[petriichvrs]

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  diagon alley, just broadly  !

"hey, you-" no one can say they don't expect this of her, really. ginny has always been a little prone to skipping over passive and heading straight for outright aggression, though... the harmless little old lady she's directing her current ire towards is a bit of a change in character. you'd almost feel sorry for this current victim of ginny's early morning wrath, but, well- "yeah. you with the sneer. you wanna say that again, a bit louder ? no ?" she doesn't make any move to close the distance between them, letting her words be the force ( and what a force they ARE ; her volume rises the minute she catches the others attention proper, no shame about drawing eyes towards her ) that drives the old witch away before she's even finished, leaving ginny to call, "yeah, that's what i thought you miserable old hag-" at her back, a rant she'd have continued had it not been for the sudden realisation that the audience she has drawn includes a familiar face. without even the good grace to be sheepish when she turns to them, ginny returns to a normal, conversational volume with a cheery, "sorry 'bout that. i've become a bit of a controversial figure, lately."

#( 𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 ) ━━━ * convos ! #nox.start #𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: diagon alley ! #i can see the headlines now. weasley yells at old age pensioner-

[lifefuls]

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  owl post office, diagon alley  !

“that’ll be, uh...-” she only glances down at the reader, reading it off automatically, “two hundred galleons?” owl post, she ( already ) feared, was another ill fit. it had only been about a week since astoria had started and she knew that she could be forgiven most training wheel mistakes, but what she COULDN’T do was shake the distinct feeling of time running out that had kicked in around ‘whoopsie daisy’ number four. as always, it wasn’t actually her fault ; this time she blamed the till for her clumsy fingers ( just like how last time she’d blamed the naturally low volume of the phone she was supposed to answer and the time before that sheer number of keys she was forced to keep track of- ). she was trying her best, but at some point there would be no denying that eventually, a genuine lack of interest in making a career from this job was going to lead her down the same road as always. case in point ; two hundred galleons for a rather small parcel was absurd, realised mere seconds after the words left her mouth as she took a second look down at the old style numbers beneath the weighing scales and saw the dot between them, “oh, shit, i’m sorry! i meant two- i really misread that. you really don’t need to bankrupt yourself to send this to-... where were you sending it, again?” 

#( 𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐒 ) ━━━ * convos ! #𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: diagon alley ! #nox.start #bad<3 starter<3 #but give me<3 a break<3

[iridescnts]

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  diagon alley, but nowhere specific  !

“i’m sorry, i’m totally in your way-” and there’s not really much that she can do about that, currently, but she still does her absolute best to pull in her limbs and minimise the blockade. the box of assorted donations that tumbled out of her arms when she tripped over an awkward piece of cobble made a bit of a mess, but contessa has almost succeeded in gathering up everything that spilled out - only a few things have managed to evade her ; paintbrushes and little colored stacking cups and a singular race car. “you can just step over me. i really won’t be offended.” 

#( 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀 𝐖𝐘𝐋𝐋𝐓 ) ━━━ * convos ! #nox.start #𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: diagon alley !

[sibylliine]

𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃  :  here, you can have my scarf. 𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈   :  @rebuildeds / dudley dursley  ! 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  diagon alley !

"aren't you worried that i'll use it for some magical mischief?" they ask, wiggling their ungloved - and frankly, near frozen solid - fingers in his direction with the kind of crooked smile that says they're only making fun. they're too appreciative of the offer to be too much of a shithead, only in the position of either because they lacked the common sense to dress appropriately for the weather at the start of the day. it'd be easy to poke fun at his expense and they know his nature well enough by now to know he'd fall for it, too - that if they said they could use something that belonged to him to do something wicked, see his future or read his cards all the better, then he'd believe it. it'd be funny, too, at least to them, but there's a time & place. "go on, then. keep me toasty and i'll treat you to a hot firewhiskey, if you'd like."

#( 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐕𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐎𝐑 ) ━━━ * convos ! #dudley dursley #𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: diagon alley ! #im rly taking liberties here but consider fun

[woesbegone]

𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃  :  maybe when you have a break, could i buy you a cup of coffee? 𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈   :  @hoggleswart / oskar catchlove  ! 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  the leaky cauldron, diagon alley !

" i bet you ask all the girls that, " though even if he did, there's really no denying that luca is quite charmed by his easy smile & confident way. she's always been a bit of a sucker for a pretty boy ( just ask mikaela - she's been there to pick her up every time it fell apart ) and oskar is exactly that, all wrapped up in a leather jacket. vague memory of seeing him once before - the ministry gala, she'll realise later, skulking around the way certain types of reporters tend to do around the karkaroff family - tries to push to the forefront of her mind, but she ignores it in favor of leaning across the bar and flashing a wry smile right back at him. " lucky for you, i like free coffee and my boss is in an easygoing sort of mood. gimme five ? "

#( 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐙𝐈𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈 ) ━━━ * convos ! #𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: diagon alley ! #oskar catchlove #something something .... this is the funniest possible combination considering eliza & ezekiel #idk how luca still has a job she is ALWAYS on her shit at the leaky cauldron #i am now convinced she met her ex fiancé and every other ex partner of hers IN the leaky cauldron

[antigonai]

𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃  :  the thing is, not everyone is great. 𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈   :  @hoggleswart / seamus finnigan  ! 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  diagon alley adjacent, london !

" i know that, seamus. " and he probably doesn't mean for these careless words to land the way that they do, and antigone knows it. her response comes with an air of resigned defeat & she flashes a tired sort of smile in his direction, absently swirling the contents of her near empty coffee cup. the action of it is a distraction, nothing more, from the truth of his words. " probably as well as you do, at this rate, " there, she thinks. that's good. rather than taking the whole ' my girlfriend was murdered, oh woe is me ' approach, she manages to think beyond herself for a moment : seamus has been through quite a bit more in his time and, though she's not in the business of comparing wounds, his certainly felt like they trumped hers. " i'm not disagreeing. i just never thought i'd be agreeing, either. we're meant to think the best of people, aren't we ? "

#( 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐈 𝐗𝐔 ) ━━━ * convos ! #𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: diagon alley ! #seamus finnigan

[auguriies]

𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃  :  there’s a short supply of kindness in this world.  𝚁𝙴𝚀𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈  :  @rebuildeds​  /  tempest clearwater  ! 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  broadly diagon alley, i have nowhere specific in mind  !

they suppose tempest knows that better than anyone, lately. catherine’s odd, but they’re not an idiot. though that thought does cross their mind, they don’t put it into words because that would be cruel, and potentially dragging up fairly complicated feelings regarding their sisters recent murder - if they’re anything like gracie, and they have no reason to know otherwise, just mentioning the events of the apothecary could be ruinous. best to keep comments to a minimal. and, granted, these are fairly heavy thoughts to be wrestling with just because they stooped to pick up their broken bag charm. catherine always ends up over complicating stuff, but that’s next level. “well, thank you,” they tell them, earnestly, clasping both hands over tempest’s to try and convey the depth of their gratitude before they take the charm, a porcelain eyeball with a now broken chain, “not many people would’ve stopped me, and this one has sentimental value. it belonged to my grandmother.” 

#( 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍 ) ━━━ * convos ! #𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: diagon alley ! #tempest clearwater #truly i do write stuff sometimes n im like ... this devolved somewhere along the way but it's too late to go back

[blvdgers]

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  fortescue’s ice cream parlour, diagon alley  !

“i hate to say it-” he gives the impression of really meaning it, too - eyes wide and earnest, lips curved into a sympathetic frown, he gestures helplessly towards where he just came from the back of the ice cream parlour, “but we’re all out of that flavor. sorry for getting your hopes up, but seems somebody cleared us out before you got here.” truth be told, a lot of people were clearing a lot of unused flavors, and henry couldn’t actually find it within himself to be mad about it. fortescue’s did good business during the summer, but the colder months were difficult. gimmick or not, midnight on diagon alley was likely going to tide them over through the holiday season - which was probably why he felt compelled to offer, “freckle & hyde’s just as good. d’you want a sample scoop?”

#nox.event031 #𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: diagon alley ! #( 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐔𝐄 ) ━━━ * convos ! #nox.start

[witchbiitches]

“excuse me-” it’s a true mark of how little pansy cares for her future nuptials that this question of opinion is to be wasted on her closest neighbour rather than saved for one of her nearest & dearest. the residents of blackwood house have been the final call on everything from the color of the bridesmaids gowns to the sort of flowers that’ll sit in ornate vases on the day but pansy sees no point in bothering them with something as trivial as a napkin and wants to check one more thing from the endless list as soon as possible - not for a sense of accomplishment as much as it is a desperate attempt to preserve what little sanity she has left. fingers snap in a careless bid to grab their attention and then pansy holds up three scraps of near identical fabrics, “which of these do you prefer? coral almond, peach pearl or...” each is placed back down with the reading of their ridiculous name and she pauses only to double check the last, heaving a sigh and tacking on, “veiled rose?” 

#nox.start #𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: diagon alley ! #( 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐘 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍 ) ━━━ * convos ! #no thoughts just vibes no thoughts just vibes no thoughts just vibes

[impuriities]

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  diagon alley, london  !

logically, hande knew there were very few people who truly cared about what had appeared in the rumor mill. and from her years of pooling over various gossip rags, investing herself in the newest scandal only for as long as it took the next one to come along, she also knew that the interest shown by some would pass soon enough ; it was the getting there, that wore. the week of wrock en seine was different - most of her peers, including blaise, had left london behind. the ease at which she had navigated diagon alley the few times she’d set foot in it had lulled her into a false sense of security. she had stopped only to accept hearty congratulations from her grandparents’ most doddery of acquaintances, and filled their heads with the insistance of how planned it was, really, and of how happy sabiha & demir were that she was expecting a ‘little bundle of joy’ - failing to mention, of course, the brick wall they had erected since she had broken the news to them in person. that wouldn’t be very well received. 

she hadn’t accounted for the return to normalcy, nor the fact that once it happened - the music festival ended in the hurrah of the weird sisters’ last performance ( no, really, this time ) - that feeling of being underneath a microscrope would return, too, tenfold. the chances that people were actually watching her with the intensity she imagined were slim, almost none, but it didn’t make her feel any less uncomfortable as she went about her day to day. an hour out in london was quite enough - she itched to return home ( or reunite with blaise now that such a thing was somewhat expected, though she was putting it off to avoid coming off, dare she say, needy ), but couldn’t allow it until she’d picked up the last few things on an intensive shopping list put off until today, and here lay the problem. the shelf before her was insurmountable. she couldn’t scale it, and she’d forgotten her wand - the kind of thing that could only happen with the baby brain said doddery old friends had laughed about at her expense. she shifted her weight. looked up, again, considered leaving it, decided she couldn’t and cast a glance around the aisle, clearing her throat before she asked the nearest fellow shopper, “sorry. would you be able to reach something for me?” 

#nox.start #( 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐈 ) ━━━ * convos ! #𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: diagon alley ! #if she knows ur char ( feel free assume connections / esp with ppl who just WLD know her ) feel free to NOT be the actual person she's #talking to ! #if she does not know your char . i think the end makes sense most for a stranger but im overthinkin- #i wld love if u didnt match length . LOVE it

[stcysmom]

“honey, i think you might’ve dropped this-” the uneven click and clack of dangerously high heels echoes through the cobbled side street as eliza jogs to catch up with them, every ( seemingly ) careless step a gamble that miraculously pays off. she only helps because she happened to witness it fall and there’s a cruelty in choosing to ignore it that she’s well trained for and still actively pushes back against. it costs her nothing to pause and snatch up their misplaced item, is only a few minutes of a delay to her day to hold it safely in one hand and make sure it gets returned post haste, which she does. their attention caught, eliza flashes the sort of radiant smile best put to use in front of a photographer and holds it out to them, "you might want to be a little more careful with your things. you never know what sort of dishonest people you’re gonna run into.”

#( 𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐘 ) ━━━ * convos ! #nox.start #𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: diagon alley ! #no thoughts just vibes no thoughts just vibes no thoughts just vibe (the continuation)

[petriichvrs]

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  the leaky cauldron, diagon alley  !

it’s ridiculous to be entertaining this. a blind date service ? at this point in time, it seems downright dangerous, and definitely in poor taste. the world outside their door is getting darker & more terriffying by the minute and it’s magazines like witch weekly that are part of the problem, part of the conspiracy to downplay the horrors and make everything seem like everything is alright, and she can’t help herself. she comforts herself with the idea that if it were the daily prophet’s crossword that the person who’d sat here before them had left behind she would’ve dug a dull pencil out of her pocket all the same to idly fill it out, along with the fact that she has no real intention of sending it in. her heart’s not exactly in it - though this is a private struggle that ginny has avoided putting voice to for this long and feels as if she can manage to maintain silence on for, oh, another thirty years at least. “i’ve said i’m six foot two in my bio section,” she announces to her companion, proudly, pressing the worn out tip of her pencil into the printed text of the next part. “i can’t think of anything else to say, and i don’t know where to begin with what i’d want of a ‘romantic partner’-” there’s something mocking about the way that she says the last part, something that gives way to a dark mutter that is meant only for her own ears, “them not being dead is always a plus, i suppose.” 

#( 𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐘 ) ━━━ * convos ! #𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: diagon alley ! #nox.start #struggling to think of ideas but feel FREE to assume connections n stuff if need be !

[monstrovs]

“fuck. off.” every word is carefully enunciated for maxmimum effect and niko doesn’t bother to actually look up. there is blood beading from a fresh wound over his eye & it would be obvious to even those that didn’t know him that his humour has somehow soured. hands ( the knuckles of which were red raw and turning purple ) shaking something FIERCE as he opens up the pouch of tobacco that rests upon his knees, he’s stopped in his tracks by the realisation that his muggle lighter isn’t to be found where usually it nestles. “unless-” he pauses, eyes lifting to look towards the other figure from the quiet spot he’s chosen to crouch, tone suddenly cautious, “you’ve got a light.” 

#nox.start #( 𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐈 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐅 ) ━━━ * convos ! #𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: diagon alley !

[volatiicus]

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  the leaky cauldron, diagon alley  ! 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶  :  @astrcphe​​  /  henri catchlove chosen for the underutilised ‘borgins are only on the tree rn because keira and henri hooked up or smth’ point, but you can choose otherwise if you want  !

it’s not the walking into them that causes issue, really. it could happen to anyone, especially on a busy december day ; everyone is rushing one way or the other and keira is no different, paper shopping bags clutched in both hands as she makes her way down the alley, desperate to get to a leaky cauldron booth before the weakening handles actually break. she has to juggle them to open the door to begin with, but it takes so long that she leaves herself susceptible to something just like that happening - which, of course, it does. door gets pushed from the other side before she can get a proper grip on it and slams into her, earning a surprised oomph and causing one of the more overfilled bags to spill across the step and cobbles. go figure. keira crouches to gather her stuff before it can be trodded on and looks up to make her apologies - realising who’s day she has interfered with as the real issue ( if strategically placed white berries are considered such ) becomes apparent, gloomy as she announces, “this would be my luck beneath mistletoe, wouldn’t it ?” 

#( 𝐊𝐄𝐈𝐑𝐀 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐋 ) ━━━ * convos ! #𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: diagon alley ! #henri catchlove #but i will change the tag if needed ! #nox.winterfest #i think actually it wld be so funny if after this u were like yeah. i choose another character. #i assume a totally different connection.

[iustitiias]

𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽  :  slug & jiggers apothecary, diagon alley  ! 𝙵𝙴𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶  :  @graciieux​​  !

it’s ... tough for him to relent. arturo expects a kind of excellence from the aurors that work underneath him. he always has, but he’s tougher on them, at times like these ; it’s hard not to be overly conscious of the microscope that the entire department is under when it comes to a more high profile case, and it’s his job to think about how everything looks to the outside world. he’s the one that’s meant to ensure everything runs smoothly, that there are no ruinous fuck ups that affect the public image of the investigation, at any point. his personal relationships, the sympathy he might just have for the greener aurors who are so far inexperienced when it comes to things like this ... he sets all that aside, and he’s usually pretty good at it. the persona that jack has dubbed a hard ass has become so ingrained in who he is that arturo has near forgotten what it feels like to be on the other side of it or thrown for a loop by what he finds, but when it comes to gracie ...- well, that harrowed look on her face tells him everything he needs to know, and when he takes her under the elbow and steers her out of the room, his grip is iron clad. to an outsider of the strange kind of duo they comprise of, it looks for all the world as if lead investigator arturo de la rosa has already lost his patience with the young auror taken under his wing. the door out to the side alley closes behind them and inside, everyone waits for the roar of get your shit together they know is coming - except it doesn’t. instead ... “you can’t be here,” comes gruff assertion, stating the fact they BOTH already know as plain as day, “go home, grace. you’re not on this case.” 

#( 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐃𝐄 𝐋𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐀 ) ━━━ * convos ! #nox.event032 #like not rly but also yeah :') #grace moody #𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: diagon alley !

[woesbegone]

“what did you say you’d lost, again?” she calls over her shoulder, too swamped with the contents of the lost & found cupboard to emerge and ask them face to face. she pushes a cardboard box overflowing with hats & scarves ( unlikely to be claimed now they were heading into summer ) out of the way and narrowly avoids getting bitten by a fangless flyer with some life left in him, holding her wand hand just a little bit higher and casting light just a LITTLE bit farther, “and when, exactly?”

#𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: diagon alley ! #speciifcally the leaky cauldron #( 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐙𝐈𝐀 𝐌𝐎𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈 ) ━━━ * convos ! #nox.start #no thoughts just vibes no thoughts just vibes no thoughts just vibes