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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Horace Slughorn
Professor Horace Slughorn rarely stirred from his Hogwarts quarters, even over the summer. A great deal of momentum kept him there most days, coupled with the convenience of accepting owl post deliveries in the comfort of his own chambers. Indeed, a table nearby was downright littered with such deliveries in the form of tins of pineapple, boxes of toffee, and one chest of Turkish Delight that looked like it belonged as a N.E.W.T. level Care of Magical Creatures lesson. (He was still working on trying to figure out how to get the Turkish Delight out of the thing. Must make a note to stop by and bother Hagrid, the man probably had some of his wildman tricks to calm the thing.) But with times so different, Slughorn had decided that an appearance would serve him well, to get an impression of just what was going on in the wizarding world for himself.
So the man himself held court in the outside seats of Florean Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlour, having convened an impromptu meeting of the myth-shrouded Slug Club right here. Open to all members and alumni, and those whose Slughorn's keen eye caught sight of and judged to be of merit. No one could say his instincts were perfect... but time had honed them well.
"And so another year of teaching," he concluded with a theatrical sigh. "Maybe some year I'll give these old bones a rest."
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She smiles, the expression reserved but seemingly genuine as her eyes trail over the table littered with gifts; some things never change. "I would certainly agree that your talents merit an increase in pay. Why, just look at how your students shower you with tokens of their appreciation."
As though not to be outdone, Narcissa steps forward to the counter, withdrawing a dainty draw-string bag from her fine robes. "Do let me cover the cost of your sundae," she says, producing a few silver sickles and handing them to Fortescue without waiting for an answer. "It's the least I can do for my favorite former professor."