it's the summer holidays! a perfect time to travel, relax, spend time with loved ones and bask in the sun. the wizarding world is lively with energy at this time of year. everyone seems to want to make the most of their break before september comes around the corner and life returns to its normal, mundane pace. it has been especially exciting with the sporadic and strange appearances of old and new faces. some claim to be from a different world while others claim to be from a different time. then, there are the ones who have simply found themselves waking up to be remarkably younger or older. just remember to keep to your curfews, half-bloods and muggle-borns! those eerie disappearances are still happening in an increasingly alarming rate...
MINISTRY OF MAGIC
| for the ones who don't have the good fortune of going on holiday, you won't have to worry about having nothing to do, especially if you're part of the ministry of magic! with all the anomalies happening, you're going to have your hands full registering, documenting, interviewing and/or helping with a multitude of busywork relating to the newcomers. or maybe your job doesn't have anything to do with that. maybe you're on the opposite end and you've been brought in. or maybe you're just a tourist and you want to see if you can catch a glimpse of the minister for magic. whatever your reason is, welcome and stay out of people's way! |
DIAGON ALLEY
| everyone loves to go shopping and what better place to do it than diagon alley? you'll find mills of people looking at all the different items on sale or on display in store windows. maybe you're here to purchase materials for the upcoming school year or you're out on a date with your significant other. or maybe you actually own or work at one of the many shops here. whatever your reason is, you better be ready for the crowd and the heat. |
KNOCKTURN ALLEY
| oh no! what are you doing here? turn back right now! knockturn alley is no place for you to be. well, at least it isn't if you aren't a dark arts practitioner or you're not part of some nefarious secret group. just turn around and go back to diagon alley. it's much nicer there, friendlier and safer. have you not heard about all the disappearances going on? you're only asking for trouble stepping into a place like this, even if it's remarkably cool here. |
M.I.A.V.I.
| not in the mood to go out? or maybe you're stuck in the waiting room at st. mungo's trying to figure out why you're suddenly 10 years older and you need a distraction. disregarding the reason, it's sure a good thing you've conveniently brought along your m.i.a.v.i. so feel free to browse the public network, create your own post, or private message someone! |
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lily evans.
Sometimes Lily has to close the shop down to argue some thing or another in Ministry because things have gone tits up with restrictions. She's not afraid to argue with the Yaxleys until they threaten to shut her own on technicalities, whereupon she'll be temporarily cowed - but that doesn't mean she's not going to do her best arguing until then. She's good at it - sometimes she actually gets them to budge, but not often. More often it's a fruitless endeavor and she ends up storming out of the department angrily.
It's not an uncommon occurrence.
diagon alley
In Diagon Alley there is a small apothecary. Its name is simply Auturgy and it's run by a young redheaded witch by the name of Lily Evans. She's a Muggleborn, as evidenced by the cut off of her shop hours immediately at the curfew. Still, her shop is popular even if her living above the shop doesn't give her the loophole she'd hoped for in the first place. Her work is impeccable and if you'd like to come in and see her, there are plenty of ready-made things in stock and a board behind the counter details potions she's willing to make on-demand that can't be stored long-term. Those willing to pay far higher prices are welcome to special request potions that aren't listed, but there's no guarantee that she'll be willing to make them.
She's open seven days a week and you're welcome to come in to see her, but if you're going to try to stay past curfew she's going to boot you unceremoniously out of the shop. She has no qualms about it, either: she's not going to risk her entire shop getting shut down permanently just for fear of losing one customer.
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un: l.evans
Might I ask if anyone else has encountered shops deciding that they aren't required to serve Muggleborns recently or is it just me? This ridiculous curfew and refusal to adhere to the constraints of time are bad enough, but now my ability to run my business is actively being impeded.
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auturgy
And, well... she and James Potter were his only connections to Albus in this time, as tenuous as it was.
He goes well before curfew, ducking into the small apothecary with no idea how to begin this conversation, or what the conversation should even be. He'd been running through it in his head the entire way and everything sounded crazy or stupid or both.
He's seen her before, of course, but only from afar. Even with all the time traveling he's done, coming face to face with people he's only read about in history books, who died long before he was born, is still very jarring. Especially when they're as magically talented and intelligent and phenomenal as Lily Evans. "Uh-- hello."
Yes, good start.
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Anyone that assumes she constantly surrounds herself with bright and airy spaces would be wrong. The apothecary isn't so dimly lit as a dungeon but it's not very bright either, the windows magically keeping out some of the light so as to protect the potions and ingredients from the sun. "Hello," she starts, leaning forward onto the counter on her elbows and crossing her arms as she looks at this young man whose looks scream Pureblood but demeanor doesn't hold that all-important haughtiness.
Anyway. "How can I help you," she continues, tapping potions-stained fingernails on the marred wood beneath them, "were you looking for anything in particular?"
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He has to say something, doesn't he?
"Um-- yes! I'd like to discuss a special request? I heard of a very powerful healing potion that takes advantage of the restorative properties of phoenix tears and I'd like to order one."
There is no such potion, of course. He'd already decided this approach was a dumb idea, why did he go with it just now? Ugh, this was stupid, what was he thinking?
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"I'm sorry, what?" It's clearly difficult for her to even admit defeat, though her next comment clarifies: "I'm afraid whoever told you about that was lying to you, because nothing of that description exists. Phoenix tears are notoriously unstable and can't be saved to be used long-term in potions. I don't know who told you that they could be, but they're no friend of yours."
She smiles tiredly, resting her cheek on her knuckles. "If you tell me what you need though, I can come up with something. I promise I've got some very powerful potions here already."
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ministry
Lily! Are you just leaving now? Want to grab a bite? [Please say yes he needs some time with someone who doesn't treat him like the muck on the bottom of their shoe.
also he's very hungry]
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[ she can tell his mood just from looking at him and nods, hooking her arm through his and taking a deep breath to calm herself down before moving further out so they can leave and pretend the day hasn't been horrible for the both of them. when she speaks, her voice is low. ] What do you think about grabbing a bite out in London? I don't think I can take much more of these pricks at the mo'.
[ muggle london, specifically. where no one will know them, no one will bother them, and lily can cast a disillusionment charm on their table so they can chat with no one even noticing them. ]
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[They hurry out of the Ministry, Remus heaving another sigh once they're out in the relative anonymity of the street.] Sorry I nearly ran into you, I just-- you know how it is there. If I had to stay a moment longer, I'd have snapped.
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[ she squeezes tighter against his side as they pass into muggle london - let people think they're a couple, it'll let them talk quietly without being interrupted as they walk, a pair of young lovers on a walk. ] Things just keep getting worse and worse, don't they?
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Diagon Alley
The reason? Well, that was easy enough to divine from the brilliance of his grin the moment he passed through the doors.
"Have a moment, Lily, or do your customers run you too ragged these days?"
omfg
"I've plenty of moments for you, Horace." It's still strange to call one's professor by their first name, but when one is graduated, well. It becomes second nature. "What can I do for you today?"
(Horace Slughorn, one of the few people that sees her full potential, is worth her full attention as well.)
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Merlin's beard, it was enough to make a tired old man wonder what the point of all his hard work was.
"The same as ever, of course," he said, trundling up to her counter, "a flask of Preservation Potion. Really must replace that old trunk someday, but on my salary..." He shrugged broadly, making the usual excuse. Couldn't replace his trunk, needed a potion to keep it together. Couldn't whip it up himself, she did things with the teak scent and the sheen even he couldn't (he claimed). But even the potion itself was just an excuse. "Though if you have the time, I've had a request for a Conflagration Concoction I simply haven't the time to make, if you'd be interested in the task."
Always more work for her. He benefited immensely, of course -- in free time, since passing jobs to her left him at leisure, and in favors earned from putting his clients in touch with someone so skilled at the art. That benefit kept his interest in her ordinary and explicable, saving him all sorts of grief. He'd have done it for her if it cost him directly and personally, but explaining that would have been such a chore.
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miavi un: sblack
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Fancy comin over for a drink? Remus is coming too, so it won't be me and James boring you with Quidditch talk all night.
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another one for diagon alley
It looks so much like the Diagon Alley he's used to - after all, centuries of time passing haven't changed the way the small wizarding world community works and looks - but there's something different about it, something Harry can't quite put his finger on ... and it fills him with such a sense of unease.
Something isn't right here.
He's alone as he wanders, not quite popping in to any of the shops, but not quite venturing beyond the busy avenue either. He's got nothing of value on him, nothing beyond his wand and a couple of sickles, one box of Chocolate Frogs, and a broken bit of mirror in the pockets of his robes, but still ... when he passes by a shop called 'Auturgy', he feels compelled to stop and look in.
Some of the items look very much like the little vials Slughorn had shown him once and he thinks, distantly, that Hermione would really like it in here. His fingers graze the edge of a display shelf, pausing to study the colourful liquid and wishing he had another dose of Felix Felicis right now, when he very-much-by-accident backs up into a cupboard, causing a slight tremor amongst the bottles. ]
-- ah! Sorry. Sorry. I hope I didn't -
my son
this is the life she's led since she was a little girl and now as an adult she has to toe the line, keep to the rules, make sure everything she's spent years working for since she left hogwarts isn't taken away because some pureblood in the ministry has a bad day and decides to take it out on her. there is no rebellion in the wizarding world. there is no order of the phoenix. there is nothing with the fire in its eyes trying to claw its way free. there is nothing beaten and bruised but still standing tall. there is only a world existing like this.
things of course are shaken up by the newcomers, the way some claim nothing is right, the way some people just wake up wrong. lily just hopes it all can get sorted out soon.
she hears the rattle of bottles before she sees the cause and waves a hand, which causes the movement to stop abruptly - no incantation needed. but then she's walking over, coming 'round the counter to check. ] No harm done, it can be cramped in here.
[ maybe harry sees her hair before he sees her face. lily sees the general look of him before she sees his face and frowns in surprise, speaking without thinking. ] James, you were just here— [ but then she gets an actual good look at him and oh, oh but he looks different, just enough, but he looks like james and his eyes are like looking into a mirror and she takes a step forward unconsciously. it's too damning. there's no other explanation. ] ... You're displaced from where you belong too, aren't you love?
[ james isn't going to let her live this down, is he? a son. ]
m-mum ;;
She called him James.
Harry stares (and stares) and isn't sure he can make his lips close shut, he's probably gaping like some complete daft idiot right now. ]
I - ah.
[ He struggles to find words, just any words really, but eventually his brain clicks back into place and he realizes why it'd gone on the fritz so badly. He's looking into his mum's face. This is his mother, young and well and alive. ]
Mm -
[ He stops himself before he can say something embarrassing like mum!
And something else entirely surges in his heart, makes him want to burst out and yell for her to be careful and not to move to Godric's Hollow, and to find Dad and hide somewhere, but he resists that too.
Instead, he nods. Slowly.
Her eyes, as so many have said, are just like his. He stares into them like he's staring at his reflection.
What would Hermione do? ]
Yeah.
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WOW THAT TAG WAS SO UPSETTING????
I'M SORRY
ARE U THO
no.
weep .... i didnt think so
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uses my fave headcanon
pls forgive for being so glacial in my reply; im so sorry for me
diagon alley. hi gram :)
Eventually, though, she does turn up with a lead, and she follows it to this tiny apothecary. She slips into the shop quietly as she can, and tries not to pull to a complete stop when she sees the owner.
Merlin, Dad was right. She is beautiful.
my grandbaby
It really is a small shop but it reads as homey instead of cramped somehow and the proprietress sets her reading material aside as she straightens her spine and looks at the young woman before her. Lovely and somehow familiar in a way she doesn't understand and can't quite place. "Hello," she starts, breaking out of whatever spell that the sudden appearance cast over her, "did you need something in particular or are you just browsing?"
feels ;3;
A nervous smile as she steps in properly, fidgeting just slightly.
"I was-- wondering if you-- happened to have any burn cream? I have one that's just about healed up but needs-- one last batch, I think."
There. That's something less awkward to start with. Maybe it'll make it less odd that she can't help staring.
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apothecary!!!
None of that reluctance can be found with the blond, frail-looking witch who steps into Lily's shop. Astoria hasn't seen her classmates fight and die in a war just so she could cling to some ridiculous pureblood belief – even though she is now more than ever reaping the benefits of it.
"Excuse me, miss? I have been told you might be able to help me."
She sounds polite, and the only thing that betrays her lack of faith in the endeavour is the hesitation in her voice. It's a long shot, especially so many years into the past.
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She notes the frailness of the witch before her but naturally doesn't comment on it, leaning forward onto the counter with her arms crossed. Lily tilts her head slightly, smile widening a bit. "Of course. I'm willing to help with whatever I can."
There's that hesitation there but she doesn't take offense to it - it's not the hesitation of someone fussing about her blood. It's someone worried about their situation. Straightening, Lily gestures to a stool that's situated by the counter. "Would you like to sit? I can make some tea and we can have a chat about your needs."
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There is one connection she hasn't made: of course, she has heard about the Potters, has attended school with Harry for a few years, him being ahead of her, but she doesn't make the connection between Lily Potter and Lily Evans, having never even seen her picture or shared social circles with anyone who would have grieved for her. Grief in her family was something hidden, and clung to, the bitterness relating to a brother, cousin, friend, who chose to die for something toxic and evil. So what she is wondering as she watches Lily is – where is she in her time? She must be in her forties. Had she attended school with her children, if she had them, not knowing that she would one day sit here, in this strange past?
"I apologise, I am a little besides myself. You see, I am one of the displaced. My name is Astoria Malfoy."
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[It'll click, and soon, just who 'l.evans' is, but first, Ron needs to be outraged about the state of the world around here. Everything is barking mad, and he can only imagine how angry he'd be if Hermione was here and some numpty shop owner just decided to kick her out.]