Cryptic Conjuring -> Winter Fayre
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With the muggleborns in charge, nothing has really changed since the Battle of Hogwarts. The sides have been switched with those bearing old family names being discriminated against. Once again the revolution is upon us. What side will go to the darkest places to get what they want? Will it be yours?

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Drucilla Selwyn
 Posted: Feb 13 2018, 06:53 PM
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One week after The Winter Ball the flyers advertising The Winter Fayre had gone out, an advertisement had been in The Daily Prophet every Sunday since and the shops of both Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley displayed them in their windows. It was another event arranged by Drucilla Selwyn and Richard Morrigan. An event that would fly in the face of those complaining about fairness after The Ball. No exclusion could happen at The Fayre as it was to take place right in the middle of Hogsmeade’s main street. Though it could be noted that except for the stalls being run by shop owners no muggleborn had been allocated one. Drucilla had made sure of that.

Early that February morning a crew had assembled on the street and set to work watched over by Drucilla and Richard whenever they had a free moment. The street had been transformed. Twinkling lights easily seen even in the sunlight as they criss-crossed above the ground having been hooked to the roofs of shops. A warming charm had been cast on the lights meaning not only were they pretty to look at they served a purpose too. The snow lay still on the ground but it was different, charmed to crunch underfoot but neither melt or give off cold. Along the shopfronts stood the wooden stalls. Each had been decorated to the taste of those running it. Every business in Hogsmeade and Diagon Alley was represented plus there were some people selling home crafts, baking and there was even a seer who would tell a person their fortune for a price. The Three Broomsticks had been moved onto the street, a makeshift bar set up with tables and chairs in the area before the pub. Everything was dressed up, from the lampposts to benches. The street was giving off a very festive feel.

Drucilla herself was dressed up also. Thick midnight blue dress robes were what she’d chosen for the occasion, the headscarf matching perfectly. She had a stall of course but had given it over to two of her trusted friends to run. There were more important things for her to be doing that day.

Finally the time came and a ribbon was stretched across the end of the street closest to the Hogsmeade path. This was where the students would arrive (Drucilla had arranged this day with the school’s Board of Governors as an extra Saturday out for them) and the given apparition point. A crowd had started gathering early, a mix of ages and much to her disgust a mix of blood. No matter, it was expected, some sacrifices had to be made.

Stepping up behind the ribbon Drucilla smiled at the crowd as Richard joined her. “Welcome to our Winter Fayre. Beyond this ribbon you will find all the very best winter delights, street performers and activities for you all to get involved in.” The activities were simple enough. A scavenger hunt was being seen to by a group of wizards dressed in burgundy robes, there were magical arts and crafts for the younger ones, a man in the middle of the street was teaching fairy handling and The Owl Post was giving talks and demonstrations with the birds. “Every stall holder has agreed to donate twenty percent of their takings today to St Mungo’s Hospital so please buy, buy, buy and buy some more.” She smiled with a chuckle and some others did too knowing that when it involved charity the talk of money was not in bad taste. “Most of all enjoy yourself. We hope you have a wonderful time!”

Drucilla stepped back allowing Richard to step up for the cutting of the ribbon and the official start of The Winter Fayre.

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Autumn Winters
 Posted: Feb 20 2018, 09:27 PM
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One of the faces scowled upon in the crowd gathered at the end of the village was that of Autumn Winters, Senior Undersecretary to the Minister of Magic. In the face of the old woman's scorn Autumn merely smiled. The old bag had never frightened her, nor had she intimidated her either. Autumn was well used to her type. She’d used her seven years at school well, getting herself used to these people, being ready and uncaring about whatever they could throw at her.

The speeches were a bore to her they sounded so false. Tuning them out she glanced around the crowd she was a part of. It was a good mix, one too many noticeable purebloods for her but that was just the way the day was destined to go. Autumn personally knew more than a handful of muggleborns who had vowed to be nowhere near the village.

When the ribbon was cut the crowd moved forward, Autumn with it. As soon as she was under the lights she understood the advice within the advertisement to dress for mild weather and was glad she’d taken heed. Her light green cloak was fine for the heat coming from the lights but the gloves, scarf and hat had to go. She stowed them in her bag.

Over an hour later and Autumn had seen much more than enough to confirm the first suspicion of those on the pro-muggle side. The only muggleborns running stalls were those who owned establishments in the village. Every single other stall was held in the name of a pureblood or a halfblood sympathetic to their cause.

It irked her then that she had to give Drucilla Selwyn and Richard Morrigan silent credit. First for how well put together the event was. Really she’d have loved to have them on her side because the funding they could have raised would have been much appreciated. Too bad the world never did make things easy for a person, a fact Autumn had realised at a very young age. Secondly, much to her dismay, she had not been able to find a single way to accuse them of excluding muggleborns except when they were required to give them the space. It was so blatantly obvious, so in your face that they had done just that. It was damn near disrespectful.

Stopping at another stall Autumn looked over the items on display. Nothing caught her attention, not in the slightest but she had questions to ask of this person. Questions she’d asked of every other stallholder on her way through. When did you book this stall? On what date did you receive confirmation? Do you know of anyone turned down?

At each pureblood stall the answers were the same. The stalls had been obtained very quickly… almost as if they’d all been given the same date to tell anyone asking. Of course they knew people turned down - purebloods, but only because all slots had been filled they were quick to assure her.

The muggleborns weren’t much use either. They’d all also requested and had the stalls confirmed as theirs very quickly and no, they didn’t know of anyone turned down except maybe a halfblood who’d asked too late.

For Autumn this was proving to be the most frustrating of days.

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Richard Morrigan
 Posted: Feb 21 2018, 04:32 PM
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The speech that Richard had given had been pretty well run of the mill. His mind just wasn’t on this particular event and he felt terrible for it; he was going to owe Drucilla an apology for sure. The news that his ward had completed her exams, and was ready to move on with her life, had come by her arriving on the Caer’s doorsteps to gather her belongings. She’d not been very open about what had happened between herself and Tim but she’d apologized and then taken off. She’d not spoken to him since and his mind was full of worry for her.

With a shake of his head, he focused on the crowd that was pouring into the alley and couldn’t help but marvel at Lady Selwyn’s undeniable ability to host an event. His eyes scanned over the faces of the people who filtered in and he couldn’t help but start as a familiar face passed him – one that he never would have expected to see at a gathering like this.

There were other people to meet and greet first, however, so he set off into the crowd to thank everyone for coming. There were a fair number of mugglborn and half-bloods in the crowd. It wasn’t something that he’d expected, but it was a good thing. It gave them a chance to show off the skill of the Pureblood artisans and to undermine the picture the Ministry was painting as all Purebloods being uncaring monsters.

After a bit, he found himself rounding a corner and spotting his quarry from earlier. The sour look on her face lifted his spirits immensely and, with a bright smile on his face, he approached her.

“I didn’t expect to see you hear Madam Undersecretary. It’s an honor that you’ve come to visit our little gathering," he cut off as movement from the corner of his eye caught his attention. At the sight of the photographer, he stepped in next to the Undersecretary and whispered, "Smile," as he pointed out the camera.

After the bright flash of the picturing being taken, he turned back to her and asked, "I hope that you’re finding everything to your liking?”

Autumn Winters

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Levi Mitchell
 Posted: Feb 21 2018, 04:38 PM
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Levi didn’t want to be at The Fayre, in actual fact Levi didn’t think he wanted to be anywhere. Not then, maybe not for a long while. He had a job to do though and if anything was going to pull him out of his slump it was work. It still being the main dedication of his life.

As he walked around the village looking official in his Auror robes Levi thought the same thoughts that had been on his mind since Portia had disappeared. He’d asked her to move in with him and everything had seemed fine, great even once he’d explained that he was thinking a trial period first would be the best way to go. Everything was fine, Levi was sure of that. Though, how could it be when he’d arrived home from work the next day to find her gone?

He hadn’t known what to do. Should he search for her? Should he leave her alone? In the end his Auror side had won out so he’d searched and he’d searched. No trace of her was to be found, not even through his best sources. And with nothing pointing at foul play all Levi could assume was that she’d left him, that she didn’t want to be with him anymore.

The large man had taken it as a major blow. Never in his life had he felt about anyone the way he’d felt about Portia. He hadn’t even believed that feelings running as deep as his did could exist. Exist they did though and now, for however long it took them to heal Levi was completely at their mercy.

Brought out from his own personal version of Azkaban by a loud screech Levi looked around and quickly found the source. An almost hysterical woman was pointing at the roof of the nearest building clearly distressed. The small boy hanging from it didn’t seem as worried as the mother if his giggles were anything to go by and the changing of holding hands that was taking place almost cockily. Levi judged him to be about five and could only assume some kind of accidental magical burst was to blame.

Moving through the crowd quickly Levi called for space to be cleared before he used his wand to levitate the boy in the woman’s arms. He was surprised to find himself chuckling at the lad’s loud exclamation of “I was on an adventure, Mummy!” and his mothers returning laughing sob as she gripped the boy to her.

On his way again quickly Levi didn’t need to be thanked. It was only a small thing he’d done. A spell any of the adults around would have performed if it hadn’t been for the Auror thinking of it first. He kept looking around for anywhere he was needed as his feet found their own course. Trying to keep his mind from returning again and again to Portia was proving a more difficult task than he’d ever have imagined.

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Abby DeClue
 Posted: Feb 21 2018, 04:55 PM
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Abby, clad in traditional gypsy fortune telling garb, had been at her stall at the Fayre for long before the speeches. She'd had her table to set up and while she was familiar with all of her fortune telling wares, it still took her a chunk of time to lay it out to her liking. Naturally, Igor the seeing eye bird was not particularly helpful. He seemed to have an affinity to her runes and would pick one up and bird hop away with it and she didn't always notice.

Front and center was a crystal ball, big and beautiful, or so she'd been told. It was purely for decoration on her table. Muggles flocked to it. This was far from a muggle affair but divination did tend to enthrall a decent number of witches and wizards as well. Also laid out were her tarot cards. There were no colors nor traditional pictures. They were embossed so that she could feel the art- and since she was already putting out change to have them embossed, she didn't bother adding any of the color.

A sign affixed to the front of her table read her fortune telling offerings and the prices charged for each. Her prices had been reduced from what they were when she commonly panhandled on the street. She was more than happy to give most of the proceeds, let alone the twenty percent, to St. Mungo's.

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Maz Cowan
 Posted: Feb 21 2018, 04:58 PM
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“You need tae git pissed, mate.” Maz had told Tim taking a seat beside him at breakfast that morning. “An’ ah might just huv sorted oot a wee stash at this Winter Fayre carry-oan.” She nudged him gently and when she spoke again her tone was softer. “It’ll dae yi good tae git oot the castle at least an’ ah’ll take yer mind aff ‘hings… could flash mah tits it auld men, see if ah kin bring oan a heart attack. Liven shit right up!”

While he’d been reluctant to go with her Maz was a very persuasive person when she wanted to be and stronger than she looked. Dragging him there hadn’t been in her plans that morning but if needs must then she wasn’t going to overthink it.

Later than the rest the pair had arrived in the village. Maz took a quick look around. “It’s like a swarm eh twats.” She shook her head at it all. “It really f**kin’ is.”

Leading the way to the alley she and Parker had agreed on Maz avoided Tim’s grandfather, the old Selwyn woman and any professor’s she spotted. They didn’t need to get caught up in conversations that would most likely revolve around where they were planning on going and what they were planning on doing. Or worse, Mrs Selwyn talking them into agreeing to help out.

Down between two buildings she took them right to the dead-end there. On the fence of one were loosened slats that Maz pushed to the side in order to retrieve two boxes and a backpack left for her. After placing both boxes against the wall Maz threw the blanket tied to the bag on top and told Tim to sit. Sitting beside him she opened the bag and pulled out two bottles, one she handed to him and one she kept for herself. It had annoyed her having to get Parker to purchase the alcohol but being stuck in school had its drawbacks.

For long moments they sat in silence, an easy one with them having known one another for seven years. There were only a few people in the world Maz could actually sit in silence with and not feel the urge to fill it with whatever thoughts popped into her head. She drank from the bottle of vodka, starting with little sips that resulted in a screwed up face before drinking deeper when she’d gotten herself used to the kick again.

“Ready eh tawk then, f**kface?” Her tone was light as she asked the question she’d sat on since Amber had gone. Knowing Tim she’d felt it best to leave him, he’d come to her but she’d grown worried since it looked like he was content to keep it all in. Maz knew just how that worked out in the long run.

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Autumn Winters
 Posted: Feb 21 2018, 06:20 PM
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Autumn stiffened seeing Richard Morrigan approach and politely ended her conversation with the stall holder. Another person who was completely useless to her.

“Mr Morrigan.” She greeted him with a big, clearly fake smile. “Of course it is, you need faces like mine. For the diversity.”

She turned in the direction he pointed and was instantly driven beyond irritation at the sight of the photographer. Really she should have known one would be there. Amongst the people there was certainly a reporter, one with pro-muggle bias. Autumn knew because she’d paid them to be there.

The woman smiled and this time it looked sincere. The photographer walked on and Autumn immediately took a step away from the man and turned towards him. “Nice stunt even if it achieves nothing.”

“But of course I am. I must say, it seems that for people of your ages Mrs Selwyn and yourself are still very spry when you want to be.” It was a mild taunt from Autumn. “It appears to have been put together with a remarkable pace.”

Leaning first to one side and then the other Autumn frowned as she looked around Richard. “Where’s your little secretary?” It annoyed Desmonda to be called such so Autumn had naturally fell right into the habit with ease. “Doesn’t she always follow you around like a bitch in heat?” The question sounded polite the way she asked.

Richard Morrigan

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Drake Taggart
 Posted: Feb 21 2018, 06:34 PM
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Drake had been looking forward to this day for weeks, ever since he’d first seen the advertisement in The Daily Prophet. It was the perfect chance to get out to meet and reacquaint with people. Now he was back and he already suspected on a more permanent basis than he’d first thought he needed to make connections. Everybody needed company sometimes, even those people who spent the majority of their time alone.

With Estel by his side he had walked the village for a while, the kneazle never straying. He’d purchased a few things, not because he wanted or needed them but because he knew he would be contributing to charity. A dreamcatcher each for his mother and sister and a new pipe for his father. His mother would curse him for that of course having spent years trying to get the man to quit but she’d admitted to Drake the pipe was used only occasionally now. He saw very little harm in the old man’s habit especially at his age.

As he was walking past the fortune teller Drake happened to glance towards her and stopped, smiling at the sight of the woman sitting there. “Come, Estel.” He told his pet quietly as he changed course. “No nonsense.” Drake spoke quietly again to the kneazle upon seeing the bird with the woman. It was an unneeded warning of course, Estel was very well behaved but Drake liked to make sure he warned her if he saw a need.

The man didn’t know much about Divination as he had no natural talent for it but it did intrigue him. He sat in the customers seat, the smile never leaving his face. Estel sat by his side watching the woman across the table, only glancing at the bird once. Drake would never say it but there seemed to be some kind of communication pass between the two, a nod of recognition it looked like to him. He would admit though that he believed humans wildly underestimated most animals.

“Hello Abby.” He placed the money needed on the table between them. “You never did get round to reading my palm.” His hands were placed palms up before him.

Abby DeClue

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Desmonda Stanis
 Posted: Feb 21 2018, 08:03 PM
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“Well, Desmonda, I have to go.” The dark haired woman informed her friend after they’d spent some time shopping.

Desmonda grabbed her arm. “Nooo, you promised!”

“I know but it’s Jared.” There was a grin in place while Desmonda could only scowl. Her friend began pulling her arm free inch by inch. “Come on, Desmonda, you’ll be fine. Your mother is too busy to set you up today.”

The reason Desmonda had given her friend was not the real reason she had asked her to come to this Fayre and stay by her side all day. She had to go with it though. “The minute you leave, the very minute I guarantee some man will pop up behind me.”

The friend shook her head and laughed. “You exaggerate. Your parents aren’t that bad. Anyway, Jared is waiting.” She smirked at her shorter friend. “I’ve got to go and have sex. Lots and lots of lovely sex.” Her arm finally free she turned and walked away before Desmonda could even think of getting a grip on her again.

Desmonda left standing alone curled her hands into fists and scowled after her friend. “I hope you get your period! Lots and lots of lovely cramps!” She hissed at her back as she was left behind. “I hate you!” Another hiss though this one half-hearted in its delivery. Her friend waved goodbye without turning.

What was she supposed to do now? She hadn’t even wanted to come today but at her parents insistence she’d roped in her old friend as ha kind of sitter. A person by her side whose presence would stop her saying and doing stupid things. Not that she could blame her friend for leaving. Jared was someone she’d had her eye on for years. Put in a similar situation and Desmonda wouldn’t even have turned up in the first place. It did leave her in a bit of a mess though.

While it was only likely that her mother would see her alone and send over some potential boyfriend it was now certain that Desmonda would bump into Mr Morrigan when she was alone. The very thing she’d been trying to prevent. Well over a month had passed working as his assistant and apart from some fluttered eyelashes here, a private smile there and a touch of the arm or ten on the flirting front Desmonda felt she was doing a good job of keeping herself in check. Okay, there were more instances than she’d let on even to herself but surely he’d have missed some. She hadn’t thrown herself at him, so really, she was doing a good job. Actually considering the thoughts of what she could do that ran through her head she was doing a fantastic job.

Seeing Autumn Winters made Desmonda hurry in the opposite direction. She wasn’t scared of the woman as some of the others in the Administrative Department had been but she did tire of her. In the weeks since Desmonda had changed positions the older woman had made a point of coming to see how she was doing. Three days at most had passed between these occasions and each one occurred when Ms Winters knew Mr Morrigan was not in his office. As she’d done for years Desmonda let the woman's jibes and taunts wash over her but she’d be damned if she was going to have to do it on her time off. She dealt with that witch more than enough as it was.

Having had enough of shopping Desmonda went to the bar and ordered a warm glass of butterbeer. Another person she gave a wide berth was Jon Crawford, one of those strange and creepy Unspeakables. Taking a seat as far away from him as was possible she sat her bags on the ground at her feet and pulled a book from one. If she left her mother would surely find out and not be pleased. She was tired of that too and it would probably be quite nice to pass some time reading under the warming lights

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Poppy Burke
 Posted: Feb 21 2018, 08:43 PM
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While Poppy wasn’t reluctant to go to The Winter Fayre she really did not look forward to going out in the cold. The walk to the village was one of the most unappealing things she could think of that morning, but Granny Selwyn was expecting her to be there. So, obviously, she went. She didn’t want to go upsetting the woman again.

She’d quickly found her parents in the crowd but was annoyed to find Nero wasn’t with them. It was obvious to her that he was with that stupid girlfriend of his, the one he still hadn’t told their parents about. Her parents had treated her to a new hair clasp and a bag of sweets before leaving her to spend time how she wished.

The problem was that now she was here Poppy didn’t know what to do. She had very little money, felt too old for the activities and didn’t believe in seers. So, what was she supposed to do.

Deciding that watching the owls was the only thing she was really interested in Poppy made her way to the Owl Post and the roped off area before it. She got right to the front and opened her bag to search for a sweet. This was be an acceptable enough way to pass some time. She preferred ravens to owls but she felt they were lovely birds too. At least here, hidden by the bodies behind her she wasn’t likely to be spotted by many adults who knew her. Hopefully if she was seen the owl handler would be talking and it would seem too rude a time to approach her.

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Richard Morrigan
 Posted: Feb 22 2018, 04:04 PM
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“Not that we are ecstatic that you’ve chosen to join us here today,” he offered with a genuine smile in the face of her forced one, “but, as I’m sure you can see, there is plenty of diversity offered among our crowd. Granted, some of the more vocal agitators are sitting out the day but most seem more than willing to enjoy the even that we’ve provided them.”

“After all, a break from the drudgery of late winter is always welcome. Right?”

Richard fancied that he could actually hear her teeth grinding as they turned to face the camera. Merlin knew that he would have been, had their situation been reversed. Still, he couldn’t help but smile at the fortuitous arrival. There was no question in his mind that she had her own minions out in the crowd hoping to be able to cast the event in a bad light. A picture with the Undersecretary seeming to enjoy herself at the fair would be a boon that wasn’t to be missed - especially if he could arrange to have it make an appearance on the front page of the paper – and would help to limit their credibility.

“I think that if it truly achieved nothing, you might not be so frustrated Ms. Winters. Although, I don’t know that you can really call it a stunt – that fellow wasn’t here at my request. A happy accident, perhaps, but not a stunt.”

Her comment surprised an amused laugh from him and he nodded, “I would agree with you about Lady Selwyn; for her age – and any age really – she’s positively spritely. As for myself, I’m barely ten years older than you; I’m not what you’d call ancient.”

“As for the speed that it takes to put something like this together, that’s not all that hard to explain either. People are suffering a bit of spring fever and everyone was extremely eager to help us enable a day out in the fresh air.”

His eyes scanned out over the crowd and he shrugged humbly, “I just hope that everyone is able to enjoy themselves and burn off some of that excess energy that builds up during the depths of winter.”

“Miss Stanis is wandering about I’m sure but she isn’t with me today,” he replied – his eyes running a bit cold at the insult to his assistant, “I gave her the day off to enjoy the gathering and spend some time with friends and family. I had assumed that was why you were here today too – I’m sure that the Minister wouldn’t send you running off to try and stir up trouble here.”

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Timothy Morrigan
 Posted: Feb 22 2018, 04:05 PM
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The sudden arrival of his friend had breakfast had come as a surprise, but he supposed it really shouldn’t have. Ever since Amber’s disappearance, he’d been pretty well shut off from most everyone – concentrating on getting his schoolwork done and keeping his grades up. As much as he’d wanted to just take his exams and move on, he knew that he couldn’t do that. Graduating from Hogwarts was an important thing to be able to say in the halls of Government; and he knew that was where he was going to end up some day – even if it took decades. Not to mention, he did not intend to disappoint his grandfather that way.

He’d been vaguely aware of the Fayre going on, but he hadn’t intended on going. Richard had already given his permission to stay behind due to NEWTs coming up and his need to make sure that he was prepared. That plan exploded as soon as Maz took the seat beside him; he knew there was no way she was just going to let that be. It didn’t help anything that he actually agreed with her. Getting wasted sounded like just the thing.

Her offer surprised a short bark of laughter out of him.

“At least they’d die happy,” he replied with a shake of his head.

From there, he made what he knew was going to be a futile attempt to back out of her plan to head down and visit the Fayre. He wasn’t sure what she’d said, or what he’d failed to say to convince her otherwise – but before long, he found himself being all but dragged down the path to the town and the party that was waiting.

“That’s not an uncommon state of being for large crowds,” he agreed as his eyes scanned the crowd.

They slid across his grandfather talking with the Senior Undersecretary and couldn’t help but roll his eyes as he finished, “And some are definitely worse than others.”

He happily followed her through the press of people, and relaxed somewhat as she led them away from any of the adults who were most apt to try to start a conversation. Talking with the older generations wasn’t something that was on his agenda for the day and he was pleased to see that it clearly wasn’t on hers either. It had been his assumption that they were going to hit one of the bars or something – though she had other plans and he followed her down the dead-end alley.

At her direction, he slumped down onto the blanket and took the offered bottle. Looking it over, a quick grin flashed across his face. Vodka wasn’t his drink of choice – but if one was looking to get blasted, they couldn’t do much better. He opened his and took a deep pull – wincing against the burn as it settled into his stomach.

Her question came in the middle of his second drink and he laughed, snorting the drink through his nose before cursing fluently as he coughed and tried to clear his lungs. Once he’d caught his breath, he tried to glare at her, “Alright, that was just mean.”

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Autumn Winters
 Posted: Feb 22 2018, 06:38 PM
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“Absolutely.” Again that fake smile as she agreed with him.

“You misunderstand the frustration.” Autumn told Richard in that fake polite tone she often used. “My frustration is merely for the unpreparedness of the moment. Some of us like to show only our very best side in photographs.” She looked him over critically. “Others don’t seem to care nearly so much.”

Really?” Autumn sounded genuinely shocked which of course she was not. “I would have put you at least ten years older… and that would have been a very generous guess on my part.”

“I suppose that must be it and of course my mis-estimate of your age.” The critical eyes were back. “Maybe invest in some creams.” She suggested.

Mirroring him Autumn too scanned the crowd and smiled nastily when she spotted a familiar face at the open bar. That would keep for the moment though. “I’m sure everyone will have a delightful time. I was until mere moments ago.”

The coldness that came to Richard’s eyes made Autumn laugh shortly. It may turn out to be no more than a small nerve but at least she knew there was a fray for her to pick at. She so loved finding people’s buttons, it was one of her most enjoyable of hobbies. “Am I causing trouble?” She asked, faking mild shock. “Oh I do apologise. Had I known my mere presence was enough to cause trouble I’d never have come.”

Ignoring his remark about the Minister Autumn scanned the crowd once again, her eyes immediately going to the woman she’d noticed moments before. “Well there she is.” She was looking at Desmonda sitting reading a book. “Such a pretty little thing.” Autumn turned her head to Richard. “You know it’s strange you didn’t choose her to surprise with your photographer. She’s very photogenic.” There was something of a knowing look to Autumn’s eyes, as if she had some big secret to tell or use.

“Oh now, that reminds me. I have been meaning to have a little chat with you, ask just a small favour. When you come over all dirty old man as we all know you will and give in to the lovely Desmonda’s charm… Could you let the poor mite down gently when you’re finished? I hate to see her too broken. Whatever else she is, she’s good at her job.”

Desmonda had already been treated to something the same as this when Autumn had falsely informed her that the whole administrative department and indeed the Wizengamot too knew about her little crush. Autumn didn’t appreciate the fact that the younger woman had gotten the best of her, she had never intended to allow another pureblood to work for Richard Morrigan again. Not one to take losing well Autumn was set on taking her revenge on Desmonda in any and every way she could think of.

Faking a sympathetic expression and caring tone Autumn looked back to the reading witch and sighed. “Poor deluded cow.”

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Maz Cowan
 Posted: Feb 22 2018, 07:53 PM
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While Maz did find Tim’s laughing, snorting, cursing and coughing funny she wasn’t best pleased about what hand landed on her jeans. Her good jeans! With Tim busy trying not to cough up a lung she wiped her leg along his. She couldn’t stop laughing as miffed as she was because Tim laughing was one of her aims for the day. An aim she was happy to achieve early and would try to keep going if she could.

She raised a brow at him when he tried his glare on her. “Fine!” she groaned as she rolled her eyes. “Ready eh f**k then, tawkface?” She hit him with her most shit eating grin. “Better?”

Turning for space Maz took another drink from her bottle. She hadn’t expected Tim to want to talk straight away but she was sure that between herself and the booze he’d get stuff off his chest one way or the other. The only guessing was how long it would take. It was another aim of the day so it had to happen.

“Well, if yer no ready eh tawk aboot the serious stuff yet we’ll huv tae ‘hink eh some’hin’ else. Mah vote goes tae the subject eh yer Da an’ how f**kin’ hot he is way that beard.” Another drink from the bottle and she added. “Or you kin come up way some’hin’.” She shrugged.

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Abby DeClue
 Posted: Feb 23 2018, 04:26 PM
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The sound of moving clothing across from her alerted Abby that she had her first customer. A familiar scent wafted over to her but it wasn't until the voice met her ears that she was certain whom her customer was. Her general smile of greeting faded and evolved into something warmer that she held in reserve for people she knew and liked.

"Well if it isn't Mr. Taggart. It is a small world after all, hmm?" She might have asked him what he was doing in Scotland but as soon as she got to the reading, she was sure she could put it together.

At Estel's attention, Igor ruffled his feathers, gave his wings a flap, and preened. Kneazels may be all about subtlety but birds were more about presentation. Igor was more the rule and much less the exception in that regard. Abby, hearing her familiar's shifting, smiled with a long suffering sigh as she reached out to scratch his cheek with a single finger.

With all, human and animal, greetings accomplished, Abby focused on the task before her. She reached over the table, zeroing in on Drake's hands from the warmth they radiated. "I've been waiting a long time to get my hands on your hands," she teased.

There were so many things to take into account when reading palms. Not all readers did the whole shebang but Abby sure did. She took into account the size and shape of the palm, the length of the fingers, line mounts, skin texture, and even flexibility before she even got around to focusing on the lines themselves. She ran her finger tips from his wrists to the ends of his fingers, spreading her fingers along his palm to account for the width as she went.

The first three lines she paid attention to were the main three that even layman knew- life, heart, and head. They were the standard in palmistry and while important, not the lines from which she got the most information. As per usual at the point she merely hummed thoughtfully. She only had a piece of the puzzle. There were other lines to explore. Her favorite was actually the fate line, though the Apollo line was intriguing as well more often than not.

For Drake's reading she paused sharply at the fate line, running her fingers over it a few times with another hum. "Your charity work... taking a break?" Abby shouldn't have been troubled by it but his energy when she'd first met him had been perfect for charity work. She couldn't say she was exactly troubled, having had a moment to consider it. It was very difficult work and many witches and wizards burned out quickly from such a career. Her pause also likely had something to do with the obvious upheaval of where the read had led.


Returning to the lines but sliding her fingers over to the Apollo she quickly decided that he had a good many years of accomplishments and achievements ahead of him- no matter which path he took his career from here. "Whatever you decide, you're looking at a- dare I say it- prestigious life. Not just work but it seems you're rather well rounded in that regard."

Another teasing smile curved her lips as she decided to flirt with trouble, "Would you like to know about relationships and children?" Most men, to be frank, didn't care to hear those things. Generally speaking, most of her customers were girls and women.

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Killian Travers
 Posted: Feb 23 2018, 07:08 PM
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Let’s go to the fayre, they said. It will be fun, they said. Traipsing around Hogsmeade like a tired old donkey having to piggyback his friend wasn’t exactly Killian’s idea of a fun.

“Fuck, Lizzy, can’t you wear proper shoes just once in your life!” Killian groaned with annoyance as he paused in his tracks to readjust his grip of his friend where she clung onto his back like a baby monkey. “Honestly, you’re going to be the death of me.”

“Oh, stop your moaning!” protested Lizzy and slapped Killian lightly over the head. “I’m not that heavy. Besides, do you want me to slip and break my feet?”

Killian rolled his eyes at her, though, seeing as she was behind him she couldn’t really see it, could she. “I reckon Gav ain’t even sick.” He muttered, “He’s just using that as an excuse cos he knew, man. He bloody knew we’d end up having to carry you around.”

“Gav isn’t clever enough to have thought of that - Oh, look!” She pointed to a gathering of people circled around what appeared to be some sort of performance. A dossen orbs of fire shot up into the air followed by the audience’s approving ohs and ahs.
“I want to go see what it is.” As if urging a horse to move Lizzy nudged Killian with her heels. “Hurry.”

“Alright. That’s it.” Killian eased his hold of her legs and let her slide off him as he untwined her arms from around his neck. “You go look at whatever that is, I’m gonna go see where James disappeared to... and find summat to drink.”

“Kiiiiills!” Lizzy whined and pouted her lips like a spoiled child as if that would somehow changed his mind.

“Bye.” He chuckled to himself as he left her standing there, the sound of her whining drowned out by the merry chatter of people as he pushed through the crowd. He moved toward one of the food stalls selling what could possibly be cider. As long as it was something alcoholic Killian wasn’t really fussy.

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Drake Taggart
 Posted: Feb 23 2018, 07:15 PM
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“I often feel it’s just big enough.” Drake answered her question with a small smile. There were people he knew who would moan about bumping into familiar faces but even if he was in the middle of nowhere Drake always found it a pleasure. Solitariness could always be found again but faces could disappear.

“Well, they are good hands. I’m quite attached to them.” He chuckled. “Oh and before there’s any dad joke remarks I have it on good authority that as a professor I get a pass.” Of course that good authority was other dad joke making professor’s and, his own father, but he’d take it.

He kept his hands steady as she got to work. It was a pleasant feeling, mind lulling in a way. Watching closely his eyes never left her hand as he mentally noted everything she did. It was the best way he knew to stop himself from interrupting with questions.

“That’s the plan but I daresay that no matter what I do in life I’ll never fully stop charity work.” His summers he could spend working with the organisation as many others did. It wasn’t his plan at the moment though but an option he was happy to have.

“I’m so onboard with a bit of prestige.” Drake smiled widely as he joked.

Drake wasn’t a person who bothered much about his love life and children weren’t much of a thought to him. He was happy for his life to continue the course it was on, no wife and no children. Or freedom as he liked to think of it.

“Why not? It’s all part of the experience, right?” Might as well since he was there. “Though if you tell me I’m having any more than one child I cannot be held responsible if I suddenly come over dead.” One was his absolute limit, none his aim.

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Apollymi Rowle
 Posted: Feb 24 2018, 09:23 AM
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Sitting on the edge of her bed with Lottie sprawled out behind her, both cousins continuously bickered over whether or not they would attend the fayre at Hogsmeade. With Alex refusing to go due to 'studying', Apollymi was fraught with ways of excusing herself from going. From washing her hair to looking after Acheron, and even tutoring Alex, Lottie knocked back every excuse with a demand of "We're going."

The squabbling ended with Lottie grabbing both their coats and bags and made her way out of the dorms. In a huff, Apollymi reluctantly followed behind her, snatching back her belongings and charging a few feet in front of her. Cursing under her breath, she made her way towards the student meeting point, with Lottie enthusiastically pointing out every attraction she laid eyes on.

Listening to Lady Selwyn's introductory speech, caused Apollymi to yawn mockingly and earned her a sharp nudge from Lottie. Shooting her cousin a look of disgust, she tutted and averted her gaze at the stalls.

"I'm going to grab a drink."

Without waiting for a response, she gracefully glided over to where the cider stall was set up and perused her options. Whilst considering what she wanted, she gazed over her shoulder to see where Lottie had wondered off to. Within a few seconds of her turning around, she briefly bumped shoulders with a familiar face.

One that she was not expecting to see.

"Killian." She breathlessly whispered.

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Blythe Morrigan
 Posted: Feb 26 2018, 04:21 PM
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Aside from wanting to get out of the castle, Blythe had no idea why she was even at the Fayre. She’d arrived with one of the later groups. Even knowing that she’d left after the thing was supposed to start, she was a little disappointed that she hadn’t heard her grandfather speak. Her dad had stayed behind at the castle – as he always did of late – and since she wanted to minimize any contact with him, she’d joined some of the seventh years in making their way down.

As soon as they’d entered the town, the older students split off leaving Blythe to fend for herself. It didn’t’ take long for her to begin questioning why she’d even come. The crowds left her feeling jumpy and nervous, and just a little bit afraid. She wondered if her mother had felt like this before everything had happened that day in the Alley.

Her first stop had been to try to get some food, but the lines had been too long. She’d waited for a little while before the press of bodies became too much. She’d quickly pushed her way through the line and desperately sought out somewhere away; somewhere she could find some space before the approaching panic attack became too much.

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Timothy Morrigan
 Posted: Feb 26 2018, 04:22 PM
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As his laughter calmed down, Tim chuckled at her next offer and could only shake his head. This was exactly the sort of joking around that had made Amber uncomfortable, but it had been second nature between Maz and him for so long that he wasn’t convinced he could stop. Not to mention the fact that he didn’t want to; as well as the fact that he didn’t want to.

“Right here? Are you sure?”

His eyes darted back toward the exit and he offered, “I’m pretty good at the notice-me-not charm. I could buy us a fair bit of privacy most likely… I’m not sure how comfortable this blanket would be though…”

Following her lead, he took another pull from his bottle. This time, he was fortunate she waited till he was done before continuing on. A look of horror spread across his face at her mention of his dad.

“Why? Why would you say something like that? Are you trying to get me sick?”

“He’s a monster, and not ever to be considered hot,” he continued petulantly, “and that beard just makes him look homeless.”

A conversation about his dad was just about the last thing on his list of something to do. However, for the moment at least, it was better than talking about what they both knew she’d brought them out here to discuss. It was still far, far too new. Acting as though it were a ‘needed discussion’ would just further blow holes in his carefully maintained delusion that Amber would be waiting for him at home after graduation.

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