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! |
OTHER
not interested in any of the options above? feel free to make up your own! the wizarding world is huge, so get creative with it. the setting is the summer of 1980. have fun testing out and shaping your characters, mingle with others, and start getting those crs down!
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He tugs on the hem one of Albus' sleeves, as ever tactile to a fault. He's still studying him hungrily, like he can't get enough. Were he any closer, they'd be pressed flush and he could curl arms around his neck like conspiring lovers - but he doesn't do that, not when Albus is acting so strange. No, he wants to know first.
"The last thing I remember? We were sitting out on the grounds picking apart a charm. Do you remember the one? It was a simple locking charm, but the magic in it was so beautiful. No, I don't suppose you would forget. You always remember everything."
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"I remember," Albus says, his words softening. "It was a locket. The charm would only trigger when a specific touch was pressed upon it. If I remember, there was more than the weaving of the charm we found beautiful."
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"The sentiment behind it. The love." The love that Gellert can't feel but is so curious about on an intellectual level, on how it brings even the most brilliant to their knees. If he could be sorry for not loving Albus back, he would be. He's as fond of him as he's capable of, treats him with as much affection and care as he has in him, but actual love is beyond his understanding.
(Sometimes he wishes he could feel it. It seems so much more complicated but so much more simple all at once.)
"I still have it with me," he says suddenly, "I'd set it away because we were going to go eat lunch."
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The touch on his wrist made his skin burn. He wanted to lift his hand and cradle it against his chest, savoring and loathing the touch at the same time. Even now Gellert was dangerous to him. Albus never realized how weak he was until he was in the other man's presence.
The declaration that Gellert still had the locket gave Albus pause. "May I see it?" he asks.
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Instead, he smiles.
"Of course," Gellert replies, shifting to remove it from his pocket and carefully hand it over to Albus. He makes sure their fingers brush on the exchange, just a little. It's not as though it's avoidable, anyway. The locket is full of their magic now along with the original charm and there's something romantic about it, their magic melding with the intended purpose and not choking it, but examining it.
"It's been strange, being here without you. I've wanted to try and pick things apart with you, try to figure out things. A woman in the Ministry seemed frightened of me and I have no idea why."
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"I believe there were other ways I was intent to show you that love was more than a cruel joke." Albus met Gellert's gaze, his eyebrow raising in a mischevious arc that implicated the double meaning in his words. "You always did prefer I show rather than tell."
The moment of humor gone, Albus held out the locket, returning it to its new owner. "You'll find that many things are different here. I purchased a sweet from a shop and discovered a strange card inside. I had the most terrific beard."
He didn't go into details regarding the woman from the Ministry. There was a time and a place for such revelations. Standing in the middle of Knockturn Alley was not the proper place. "I have a flat nearby in London," he says suddenly. "We should talk."
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Taking back the locket, he tucks it away. Gellert is so young and he should be so impressionable but he's so set, so intense and insistent in his beliefs, that there's no shaking him. That's not the point though: at the mention of a beard Gellert lets out an almost-startled laugh, reaching out to touch the older wizard's chin. "It must have been magnificent. I'll stick to seeing you like this for now, though."
As for the rest--Gellert frowns briefly before nodding, taking a step back and holding out his hand. "Side-along? Take me there, Albus." Gellert knows well enough how to Apparate, but technically isn't allowed to by law, and so - he needs Albus to do it for him.
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He smiled when Gellert touched his chin, remembering another old conversation they'd shared back when Albus was beginning to show the faintest brush of facial hair. A beard was a sign of wisdom. All of the greatest wizards were shown with large, bushy beards. It was a status symbol, yet he remembered the laughter as Gellert had touched his face. It was the same sound that Gellert gave now which is what most likely prompted him to ask Gellert to travel home with him.
He took Gellert's hand, pulling the young man close. He resisted the instinct to wrap his arm around Gellert's waist, deciding to keep a small bit of distance between them. In an instant the world around them spun out of focus, the ground disappearing beneath their feet, only to be replaced by the wooden floors of Albus' flat. He released Gellert's hand and walked towards the kitchen, putting a kettle on in an attempt to bring some normalcy to the already bizarre scene.
"Take a seat," he says. "Do you still take your tea the same way?"