IT'S BLOODY HOT IN HERE (no, really. it's seriously hot.)
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!
( despite the inarguable reality that they have been brought to a different era, the wizarding world has more or less stayed the same from the looks of it, so it doesn’t take much time or effort for the twins to make their way from ms. bertha miller’s flat to the leaky cauldron. lysander is unsurprisingly unfazed by the current predicament they’ve inexplicably found themselves in. if anything, he is feeling remarkably upbeat and fascinated by all the slight similarities and differences between this time period and the one they’ve originated from. )
Should we have asked for a photo, Lorcan?
[ lorcan, on the other hand, is noticing every small difference and filing it away. signs in windows, that kind of thing. of course they don’t know the half of it yet so he’ll be a lot more worried later once they do know the extent of it. the trip to the leaky cauldron being uneventful lets him relax a little more and he shrugs by the time they’re approaching the door, looking over at his brother and knitting his brows. ]
Can’t go around shouting for Bill, can we? I guess we can ask around or use the pen to tell him to stand up if we can’t find him. I don’t want to put our information out there and I’m sure he doesn’t either.
( pushing the door open, lysander waits for his brother to enter first before he steps inside of the pub. it’s the same old leaky cauldron if not a bit less… modern. with an ambiguous smile on his face, he listens for the familiar rickety slam of the door behind them. he nudges lorcan in the side. )
I don’t see why we can’t. ( and without further ado, he inhales a deep breath before he bellows out: ) BILL, IT’S BERTHA. WE’RE HERE. ( a beat and then he leans towards lorcan. ) Do you think he heard that?
[ lorcan figures out what lysander is doing just a split-second too late and by the time he does he can’t clamp a hand over the other wizard’s mouth so he just watches him with both eyebrows raised before rolling his eyes and hooking their arms to pull lysander further inside to look for anyone that so much as reacted.
oh, but a head of long red hair and he’s nudging lysander’s side, leaning in. ]
Looks like Uncle Bill, yeah? [ now it’s lorcan’s turn, sliding up to the table with his brother in tow and smiling sheepishly. they’re identical in every single way. ] Sorry for the racket Uncle Bill, Lysander got excitable and--I just realized you might not know us yet, I’m Lorcan, this is Lysander. We’re friends of Louis.
[ Bill sees them as soon as they enter, having chosen a table from which he can keep any eye on both the front and the rear entrances. Twins. He should have known. He isn't sure at first they're the ones he's here to see, but they did come in a pair. And then the one off them goes and shouts for the whole world to hear. Bill couldn't roll his eyes any harder if he tried. Between these two and the Malfoy boy, he was beginning to think the next generation had lost all concept of subtlety. ]
He'll be glad to know you're here. [ Maybe he can explain their... unique way of communicating. ] Whose are you, then? You don't look like Weasleys. [ But then, his own kids don't look like Weasleys either. ]
[ wow, they are painstakingly subtle? or, well, lorcan is trying to be and failing. it’s just how it is with them. still, he smiles lopsidedly at the question and shrugs. ] ’Cause we’re not Weasleys. We’re Scamanders. Our mum’s Luna Lovegood.
( lysander is far too mellow and absent-minded most of the time to even consider subtlety in a situation where he finds it a tad bit unnecessary. he happened to have found it unnecessary then. calling out a bill by a bertha isn’t going to alert anyone in here. )
Have you met our mum yet? You look much younger than last I saw you.
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i'm so sorry.
Should we have asked for a photo, Lorcan?
[ lorcan, on the other hand, is noticing every small difference and filing it away. signs in windows, that kind of thing. of course they don’t know the half of it yet so he’ll be a lot more worried later once they do know the extent of it. the trip to the leaky cauldron being uneventful lets him relax a little more and he shrugs by the time they’re approaching the door, looking over at his brother and knitting his brows. ]
Can’t go around shouting for Bill, can we? I guess we can ask around or use the pen to tell him to stand up if we can’t find him. I don’t want to put our information out there and I’m sure he doesn’t either.
( pushing the door open, lysander waits for his brother to enter first before he steps inside of the pub. it’s the same old leaky cauldron if not a bit less… modern. with an ambiguous smile on his face, he listens for the familiar rickety slam of the door behind them. he nudges lorcan in the side. )
I don’t see why we can’t. ( and without further ado, he inhales a deep breath before he bellows out: ) BILL, IT’S BERTHA. WE’RE HERE. ( a beat and then he leans towards lorcan. ) Do you think he heard that?
[ lorcan figures out what lysander is doing just a split-second too late and by the time he does he can’t clamp a hand over the other wizard’s mouth so he just watches him with both eyebrows raised before rolling his eyes and hooking their arms to pull lysander further inside to look for anyone that so much as reacted.
oh, but a head of long red hair and he’s nudging lysander’s side, leaning in. ]
Looks like Uncle Bill, yeah? [ now it’s lorcan’s turn, sliding up to the table with his brother in tow and smiling sheepishly. they’re identical in every single way. ] Sorry for the racket Uncle Bill, Lysander got excitable and--I just realized you might not know us yet, I’m Lorcan, this is Lysander. We’re friends of Louis.
lmf
He'll be glad to know you're here. [ Maybe he can explain their... unique way of communicating. ] Whose are you, then? You don't look like Weasleys. [ But then, his own kids don't look like Weasleys either. ]
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( lysander is far too mellow and absent-minded most of the time to even consider subtlety in a situation where he finds it a tad bit unnecessary. he happened to have found it unnecessary then. calling out a bill by a bertha isn’t going to alert anyone in here. )
Have you met our mum yet? You look much younger than last I saw you.
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I did meet her. We're too far apart in age to have met at school, but she stayed with us for a bit during the War.