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!
[ Andromeda is hardly going to assume that the other person is talking to her, seeing as she's not a mother at all. She does, however, lift up her eyes from the book she's reading out of curiosity, and almost chokes on her ice cream when she finds that the young woman is looking at her.
spluttering, ] I beg your pardon?
[ In a minute, she might see the resemblance to a special someone, but right now, she's just a little shock. ]
[Abort mission. Dora stares back at her like a deer in headlights, shocked and frozen when she should just run away. That would be a good enough solution to all of this. Perhaps if this continues to be just as awkward as it is right now.
She'd just have to will her legs to move.]
I... I'm sorry, I must have mistaken you for... [Her mother. Which she is, to be perfectly fair. There was no mistake on Dora's part- she was certain of it. Her hair began to slowly change, the brown getting a light pink hue as though the flustered blush she was keeping from her cheeks chose to appear in her hair instead.]
[ There's too many things going on at once — from the changing hair (she's a metamorphmagus, Andromeda thinks, thoughts running a little wildly) to the fact that she's been called a mother, and for a moment, Andromeda can only stand there with wide eyes and half-open mouth, the innate knowledge of forming and saying words coming a little too slowly for her own liking.
Still, she recovers slightly, raising her free hand in an attempt to calm... well, if not the young woman, then herself, really. ]
[The easiest way out of this mess is to offer a false name and walk away- leaving her mum none the wiser. But loathe as the teenager was to admit it, she missed her. So, she took a deep breath.]
Nymphadora... [She carefully kept herself from making a face at the full name as she pauses a beat before continuing.] Tonks. Nymphadora Tonks.
[ She gasps — Tonks, this girl says, with hair so colorful she can't even check whether she is truly hers, but she should have known. Who else could it be? Andromeda would know anywhere the shape of that face, that nose, that pleasant voice. Right now, she looks nothing like a Black.
She doesn't know, truly, whether to laugh or cry. She reaches out to her — Nymphadora, her daughter — and holds her hand. ]
I — This isn't the place.
[ She tries not to look around, if there's anyone listening to this conversation. ]
[This was all so confusing- but with her mum holding her hand and looking up at her like that... With her insisting to not press the topic any further in public... Dora's brow furrows slightly, but she nods all the same.]
Sure.
[She attempts a little smile, despite all the thoughts running through her mind, and squeezes her hand. The most important thing, however, was making sure she didn't lose control of her hair color again. That would, probably, attract too much attention.]
[There's a lot running through Dora's mind right now- primarily that she apparently doesn't exist in this timeline. And perhaps that should be a bit of a warning for her- given everything that's going on here.
But her mum is her mum and no matter of alternate realities will change that. That smile, though...]
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spluttering, ] I beg your pardon?
[ In a minute, she might see the resemblance to a special someone, but right now, she's just a little shock. ]
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She'd just have to will her legs to move.]
I... I'm sorry, I must have mistaken you for... [Her mother. Which she is, to be perfectly fair. There was no mistake on Dora's part- she was certain of it. Her hair began to slowly change, the brown getting a light pink hue as though the flustered blush she was keeping from her cheeks chose to appear in her hair instead.]
Well... my mum.
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Still, she recovers slightly, raising her free hand in an attempt to calm... well, if not the young woman, then herself, really. ]
Wait, wait! What's your name?
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Nymphadora... [She carefully kept herself from making a face at the full name as she pauses a beat before continuing.] Tonks. Nymphadora Tonks.
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She doesn't know, truly, whether to laugh or cry. She reaches out to her — Nymphadora, her daughter — and holds her hand. ]
I — This isn't the place.
[ She tries not to look around, if there's anyone listening to this conversation. ]
Would you come — with me? To my home.
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Sure.
[She attempts a little smile, despite all the thoughts running through her mind, and squeezes her hand. The most important thing, however, was making sure she didn't lose control of her hair color again. That would, probably, attract too much attention.]
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[ Andromeda smiles, and it's more than just a little sincere, reveling in the warmth in her hands. This is her child after all, her child with Ted. ]
Have I ever Apparated with you before? It's only a little uncomfortable.
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But her mum is her mum and no matter of alternate realities will change that. That smile, though...]
Yeah, we have. Don't worry, I can handle it.