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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she holds onto both of his hands instead, unwilling to let him go entirely like she's afraid he'll go away if she does. so he's not going to get away any time soon even if he wanted to.
lily looks confused at the explanation and shakes her head, brow furrowed. ] Not that I know of. Nothing called that, anyway. There are people that believe in blood purity, but... No one that openly admits to it or to the dark arts. Riddle's got people in Ministry, but none of them are called Death Eaters. Pricks, more like. [ ... look your mum is 20 she's going to swear in front of you get used to it. ]
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But it breaks the tension, and that's something. ]
I'd say.
[ Death Eaters are synonymous with pricks, really, and Harry will be the first to cosign that notion. ]
If there are no Death Eaters ... does that mean there's no Order either?
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finally, after a few more moments, she squeezes his hands and sits back. ]
The Order?
[ she sounds genuinely confused on that one, so it's probably a no on the order. ] I... can't say I've heard of that either.
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So much has changed here. So much seems wrong, save for the fact that his mum is here, alive and well and not freaking out over his existence. ]
Suppose there'd be no need for the Order if there are no Death Eaters and Tom Riddle's happily in power.
[ Does he sound bitter? He does sound a little bitter. ]
Where's Dumbledore?
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[ soft. she didn't miss the bitterness. she's too bright for that. ]
Hogwarts. As always.
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Harry considers ways of reaching him, maybe sending him an owl or taking a train right up to Hogwarts in the hopes that he might see him ... it's been months since he'd seen his Dumbledore too.
Would this one be so different?
He'd know what to do though. He'd believe him, the way Lily says she does, and he'd find a way to help him bring Tom Riddle down.
For now, he's got to learn a little more about this world, as mad as it may be. He's got his mum, anyway, and that's - well, that's more than enough for now. ]
Could you tell me more about these disappearances?
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[ lily stands quickly, hurrying over to a small cauldron set aside and bringing it back to where it belongs on the counter, whereupon she inspects the contents with a furrowed brow. giving it a quick stir with a flick of her wand, she dips her pinky in and ... tastes it? then grimaces. ] Still tastes of Licorice. It'll hold.
[ now she lights a small, self-contained fire beneath it and adds a couple more ingredients, stirring more and then slumping back to sit. ]
Sorry. Been working on it a week and it needs delivering in two days.
[ chewing on her lip a moment, she gets back to business. ] The disappearances have been happening for about forty years. Muggleborns and half-bloods, sometimes muggles. No one knows why or how, but with the implementation of the curfew the numbers seem to have gone down somewhat. Not as much as anyone would like, but...
[ she shakes her head. ] There's not much more anyone knows.
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He never really knew what made a place theirs, having spent so much of his time in places that never really belonged to him, not even Hogwarts, not even his small shared dorm, but seeing this space it's hard not to think that it's got to belong to his mum. He's only really known her for less than thirty minutes, but this shop is hers.
And seeing her make potions - well, he'd always known she was smart, but there's something about seeing someone you could only imagine in your head do something as mundane and wonderful as potion-making to make the entire situation feel so ... surreal.
He's quiet the entire time, right up until she starts to explain the disappearances. ]
Are there reports? Have the Aurors got some leads at least?
[ No, Harry's pretty much convinced Volde -- no, Tom Riddle has got something to do with all of this. He just needs to do a little bit of investigating himself. ]
uses my fave headcanon
point is: the touch of lily is everywhere. sighing, she shakes her head. ] If they know anything, they're not sharing. The reports are from the families of the missing, but none of them have been found. And now with the displaced... Either it's the opposite happening or the two aren't connected but no one knows or everyone pretends not to know.
[ SUDDENLY, A BALL OF ORANGE FUR--or not so suddenly, as the large, squish-faced cat that harry will recognize (but looking much younger, practically a kitten) is lazily sauntering along--makes its way across the counter from apparently nowhere and nudges lily's arm insistently until she pets it.
rolling her eyes, lily grabs gently onto the cat's fur ruff and... ruffles it more, whereupon said cat begins to wash its face from the indignity of it all.
anyway many things about crookshanks potentially make sense now. ]
This would be my cat.
pls forgive for being so glacial in my reply; im so sorry for me
He leans forward to give the cat a couple of scritches, momentarily lost in his own jumble of thoughts that seem to collide this world's with his own.
It takes him a second, two, to sort everything back out again, and when he does, he remembers their conversation only a minute ago. ]
I think, if I know Riddle at all, it's probably more of the latter than the former. Something must've happened - either in this timeline or maybe mine, I don't know. But if there are any reports, I've got to find them.