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!
( She focuses on the present as to not let herself linger for too long on her now-certain future. The conclusions she comes to are logical but equally false: one, she has been transported into the future by some mysterious means or other, or two, Scorpius has been sent to what is, to him, the past. Seemingly infinitely more likely than them both having ended in a past way before their birth, an alternative reality at that. Either way, both her theories put her ease in the sense that there is little rush for them to try and put a fix in: regardless of the option, the only person to encounter them like this is Draco. Well, and a much, much smaller version of Scorpius himself, who would, she guesses, be too young to be disturbed by or be overly disturbing to Scorpius. )
I'm twenty-five, you're not even three yet, I – ( She takes a deep, shaky breath to keep her voice even, and reaches out to wipe away his tears. Her smile is a little sad, but at the same time, she almost has to laugh. In many ways, he is entirely different, but this way of talking is all too similar to the way he would tell her about something he has found in the garden, or the plot of a bedtime story Draco read to him. )
I want to know everything. I'm just – ( her voice cracks, but she persists ) I'm just so proud to see you like this. ( It's the whole truth: she can barely contain her pride. He seems so sweet, so genuine, in so many ways the boy she hopes to help raise for however long she possibly can, and it's so good to see him, whole and alive and kind. Things may not be easy, but they will be fine. ) How old – are you still in school?
[He leans into the hand brushing away his tears, and it almost makes him start to cry again, that that's happened, that she can do that.
He takes one of her hands in his own, settling against her on the couch. He can't stop smiling, can't stop looking at her.]
I'm seventeen. I just finished up school. I had seven N.E.W.T.s, six O's and an E. [He's had the "so what are you going to do after you graduate" conversation what feels like a million times but he'd have it a million more just to speak with her.] I've got an internship at St. Mungo's starting soon, and my best friend and I are looking to get a flat together. That's Albus Severus Potter, we met on the train first year and we both got Sorted to Slytherin and we've been best friends ever since. [There's so much to say but that's a good start.]
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I'm twenty-five, you're not even three yet, I – ( She takes a deep, shaky breath to keep her voice even, and reaches out to wipe away his tears. Her smile is a little sad, but at the same time, she almost has to laugh. In many ways, he is entirely different, but this way of talking is all too similar to the way he would tell her about something he has found in the garden, or the plot of a bedtime story Draco read to him. )
I want to know everything. I'm just – ( her voice cracks, but she persists ) I'm just so proud to see you like this. ( It's the whole truth: she can barely contain her pride. He seems so sweet, so genuine, in so many ways the boy she hopes to help raise for however long she possibly can, and it's so good to see him, whole and alive and kind. Things may not be easy, but they will be fine. ) How old – are you still in school?
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He takes one of her hands in his own, settling against her on the couch. He can't stop smiling, can't stop looking at her.]
I'm seventeen. I just finished up school. I had seven N.E.W.T.s, six O's and an E. [He's had the "so what are you going to do after you graduate" conversation what feels like a million times but he'd have it a million more just to speak with her.] I've got an internship at St. Mungo's starting soon, and my best friend and I are looking to get a flat together. That's Albus Severus Potter, we met on the train first year and we both got Sorted to Slytherin and we've been best friends ever since. [There's so much to say but that's a good start.]