#( interaction. amos diggory )

[eviemacs]

Who: Evie & Amos @pcnsieves Where: Diagon Alley When: Evening, a few days after the party

Somehow things had gotten even busier at St. Mungo's in the wake of the ward opening and the tragedy. She still couldn't quite believe that something so awful had happened there. It didn't seem real. But every time she had to walk past the ward she was reminded that it was a crime scene before it had even opened its doors. When Amos had suggested that they go on a date, she had jumped at the idea. She wanted something nice to think about, was that so terrible? She loved an excuse to wear something a little nicer, and to spend the evening with Amos.

"Oh!" Evie exclaimed as they walked down the streets towards their dinner reservation. "Can we stop in Flourish and Blotts on the way? Please? I want to pick up a new book that just came out. I promise it'll be quick."

[prongedwords]

a closed starter for @diggoryxamos where: the quidditch pitch

Winter was beginning to settle in around Hogwarts like a cold and unwelcome cloak. When it wasn't snowing, it was foggy, and when it wasn't foggy it was windy, blowing hard enough to cut you to the bone and freeze your fingers to a broomstick. Of course, Quidditch stopped for nothing, and James found himself on the pitch, broom in hand, looking up at a day so foggy it was like his glasses had a permanent fog to them.

"Amos, mate," he said as he turned his attention from the sky to the man next to him, "I know you're determined for us to win the cup this year but I think I'm more likely to hit the goalposts than get a quaffle in there. I'd rather play in a blizzard than this. Drills, mate? In this?" He flung out an arm to the sky. "Is it really that hard to get time on the pitch?"

[hufflezki]

summary: remus thinks you're way out of his league. but, to his own surprise, you're here to prove him wrong.

-> remus lupin x gn!reader, just remus yearning & pining, swearing (because, cmon, its remus), inspired by role model's song (with the same name), word count: 1,503

Remus first met you during one of his Herbology classes. Where you helped him with his trouble with the Venomous Tentacula plants. The teethy little bastards annoyed him to no extent—his words—but you had come to his aid and stunned them every time they tried to bite him. He really wanted to make it up to you then, but you insisted. And you never really crossed paths again.

Until James barged into their common room, with you following behind him. Remus noticed you immediately and his breath caught. Turns out James knew you, he had for a while. Ever since he was paired with you for a Charms homework. And you have apparently taught him how to make a flower crown. Which was why James traveled from the courtyard to his common room, just to show his friends the ones you both made.

Remus didn't exactly know how they got you to start hanging out with them. One day you just sat next to them during lunch, and now they’re adding you to every weekend plans that they have. Remus’ friends accepted your addition to the group as if it was just any other day. But for him, it felt quite a lot.

Not to sound like he doesn't like you, it's actually quite the opposite.

Remus could go on with a list about why you're the sweetest person he has ever met. But that’d be never ending, which is probably why he’s in his bed right now, moping to himself about why you just have to be so out of his league. And this was purely coming from after he saw you interacting with Amos Diggory. Even though he probably just asked you a question. Remus shivers at the thought, embarrassed by his own jealousy. He was barely even eating the chocolate you’d given him this morning, having lost the appetite.

Merlin, how did you get him to act like this? He wasn't even supposed to be this miserable so early in the month. And yet here he was curled up in his bed, hiding himself under his blanket, as he let his guilt eat him up. You did look comfortable talking to Amos, though. He wonders if you ever looked at him that way too. If you feel comfortable talking to him at all.

A whine emits from the back of his throat, as he buries his face on his pillows. He was fucked, definitely fucked. You’re too good for him, you deserve someone better. But then he didn't like the image of seeing you with somebody else. So what the fuck is wrong with him?

“Remus? Hey, Moons.” He hears James’ voice as he comes in, closing the door behind him. The curly haired boy comes into Remus’ view with a wide smile, which falters when he sees his friend looking like.. shit. “Woah, what’s gotten into you?” James sits down next to him, eyebrows furrowed, worried. Remus sighs, his mood completely shifted now that James is here. After all, it's hard to wallow in your self-pity when you’ve got company.

“Nothing, I just woke up. What’d you need?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, James, I am quite certain.” Remus presses on, and James lifts his hands up in mock surrender. So, he starts talking about how he’s playing a board game with Sirius and Peter downstairs, and asks Remus if he wants to join. Which he originally said no to, but then James mentioned you’re also downstairs. So, now Remus is making his way down to the common room, following James’ steps.

Did he just spend the last couple of minutes crying about you? Yes.

Was he about to miss an opportunity to be with you? No.

Is he pathetic and a coward? Yes. Abso-fucking-lutely.

And turns out, the only way out of his miserable, depressing, and guilty state is you. You and the sweater you're wearing, that looks oddly similar to his. “Hi, Remus.” You smile once you see him—and it's so bright you might as well put the sun into shame—and he sits down next to you on the sofa.

You must’ve sensed that something's up with him, as you immediately rest your head on his shoulder. And he welcomes it, completely melting once you’re in near proximity. You don’t talk, you don't ask him any questions, you just sit there and offer him your comfort—silently. And maybe that’s just what Remus needs. A moment where he could turn his mind off, and don't let his thoughts consume him.

In a span of an hour, you managed to convince Remus to walk outside. And maybe it's just him trying to distract himself, but he’s pretty sure you might have Legilimency. Because why else would you take him to the Black Lake to see the sunset? If you didn’t know, he felt absolutely horrible? But, on a more serious note, you’ve always been spontaneous. And he likes that about you. Especially, when you pay attention to him so much that you know when things start to feel off.

Things like this, it makes him think if he really does have a chance with you or not.

“This is yours, by the way.” You admit, pulling on his sweater that you’re wearing while looking up at him, expectantly. And his eyes widened. “How?” He seems much more amused than you expected. “I was cold earlier, and this was the first thing Sirius gave me.” Remus raises his brow at the mention of Sirius’ name. “I asked him where he got it, and he said you let him borrow it.” Then you let out a laugh, finding it ridiculous. “Which I was suspicious about, but I didn’t ask him again.”

Fuck, Remus knew exactly why Sirius gave his sweater specifically to you.

“Looks like I have to talk to him about stealing my things.” You smile, glancing up at him and then down on the ground. He watches you kick a few pebbles to the lake, as a comfortable silence falls into you both. Then you say his name, and he hums, meeting your gaze once again.

“If you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here.” It's sudden, and he doesn't exactly know where it came from, but Remus appreciates your sentiment. More than so, when he finds your hand inching closer to his. And he’s never been brave enough to initiate the first move, yet here is, intertwining his hand with yours.

“Is this alright?” Remus whispers, voice coated with uncertainty. He’s already bracing himself to pull away, expecting the worst. But you tighten your hold, pulling him closer to you. “More than alright.” You assure him, lifting the weight off his shoulders. And he thinks this is the most convinced he’s been that he might have a chance with you. Because, all this time—as pathetic as it sounded—he would only wish for something to happen.

So, what if he did sneak into the Divination classroom, and tried to look into a crystal ball to see if there’s a future with the both of you together? He was desperate! Okay? He wouldn't have done it if it wasn't for the nagging voice inside his mind.

But it seems that he no longer has to come up with such desperate measures. As the universe presents with something more interesting. “Can I tell you something, Remus?” You ask, and he nods his head in response.

“I’ve liked you for so long. And this isn't exactly how I imagined I’d tell you–”

“You like me?”

He didn't really mean to interrupt you, but his mind may have short circuited the moment he heard the words ‘I like you’ . You look at him, baffled as to why he’s acting like this is a new discovery. Which it is, for him.

“Wait. You didn't know?” He shakes his head, and you cover your mouth in surprise. “How come? I thought I’d made it so obvious?” You really did think so. I mean, you’re wearing his sweater for Merlin’s sake! But, typical Remus, he’d rather assume the worst than ever think you had the same intentions as him.

“There might’ve been, uhm, some slight issues with the transmission, perhaps?”

“You mean you really didn't have a clue?” He nods his head, and you can't help the sudden laugh that comes out of you. “Did you tell James or Sirius?” Remus asks, and you nod your head. “I told both of them.” He gawks at you, before looking away to run a hand through his hair, frustrated with himself.

“Is that bad? That I only found out about it now?” You shake your head, things were already going the different direction, anyway.

“No, not at all.”

Maybe this isn't how the both of you expected for things to go. Remus thought you’d never like him back, but here he is pulling you closer after you just told him otherwise. And he felt the strong urge to really make it up to you this time.

marauders era masterlist ꩜ .ᐟ

[daisyhookumed]

Daisy didn't work in the Ministry, but she had spent enough time there on Prophet business to know her way through the various corridors, but somehow she had gotten turned around leaving the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. She was walking down the hall, glancing at the different signage on the walls, when she bumped into someone. "No, no it's my fault," she replied, glancing at the other. She immediately recognized him as Amos Diggory, he had been a few years below her at Hogwarts, but she could still remember him. "Amos, hello," she greeted him. "How are you?"

open starter

location: the ministry

samhain had come and gone and for the most part amos had a good time. choosing to spend most of it with his cousin, atticus or his co workers from the ministry. but when the dark mark appeared in the sky on the last night he could feel his heart sink, the usually brave gryffindor felt a chill roll through him. it wasn’t that darkness had fallen upon him but something as sinister as night. he hadn’t been sleeping much since which was probably why this morning he had bumped into someone else who was scurrying about the ministry. “my apologies,” he greeted, dark circles under his eyes, “didn’t mean ta bump into ya.”

[sunnami]

marauders era — the interactive story. [sneak peek.]

experience the thrill of being sorted into your hogwarts house all over again! who will you be in this story? a daring gryffindor, a generous hufflepuff, a clever slytherin, or an inquisitive ravenclaw?

will you be kind? reserved? bold? or, perhaps, mischievous? the choice is yours!

roam the castle corridors, attend your favorite classes and build your stats—go on a path that YOU choose!

spend your time at the library, or discover the secrets of the castle. develop your magic—do you like herbology or defense against the dark arts?

but more importantly, befriend students from other houses, or keep to your own circle, make enemies—or even fall in love!

(includes options for pronouns, any romantic path for the reader to pursue, etc.)

interact with these characters: lily evans, james potter, sirius black, remus lupin, peter pettigrew, dorcas meadowes, marlene mckinnon, gideon and fabian prewett, frank longbottom.

narcissa black, regulus black, lucius malfoy, barty crouch jr.

xenophilius lovegood, amos diggory, and more!

your story is yours to write!

snippet:

(this is a work in progress. a very, very rough draft that will undergo a long period of coding, writing, and editing!)

i have ALWAYS wanted to write an interactive story, not one based on votes—but one where a reader can stumble upon it months later and still be able to make their choices. when i was younger, i bought an interactive fantasy book, and it was the most magical novel i’ve ever read. i am so, so, excited to share this with everyone! it will be my first ever interactive story, so i only ask for a bit of patience, ueuue.

this is a gift for my friends, my wonderful readers, who have been so kind and generous to me, and so this is my show of love for everyone! 🤎🤎

feel free to leave any suggestions, comments, and feedback as i go through the development stage! i’ll be sharing progress and snippets every now and then.

again, thank you all so much!

— sunny

[msmk11]

Rounds

Lily Evans x Slytherin!reader

WC: 1k

CW: fluff; house rivalries

Summary: you get assigned prefect rounds with your rival- Lily Evans.

Day 25 of mk’s mad dash

“Right, now that we’ve reviewed the rules and new policies, we’ll pass out the rounds assignments for the first term,” Amos Diggory, the new head boy, announced.

Amelia Bones, the new head girl, nodded in agreement, “And because Dumbledore wants us to encourage more interhouse interactions, we’ve decided to partner all of you with someone from a different house.”

You groaned internally. For all the other houses, partnering with each other was not a problem. But as a Slytherin, no one but your own kind wanted to work with you. The green tie and snake status guaranteed you isolation- one that you’d all rather come to enjoy.

Regulus, who was your rounds partner all of last year, glanced at you with a shared look of dismay.

Diggory passed around the rounds assignments and you accepted it with a less than welcoming stare.

You just prayed you weren’t paired with one of Gryffindor’s most obnoxious- Remus Lupin.

It seemed the two prefects were kind enough to not do you that disservice, but not much more than that. Because while you weren’t paired with Lupin, you were still paired with an utterly insufferable Gryffindor.

Lily Evans.

AKA your academic rival.

Aside from Snape, Evans was your biggest competition for the honored title of first in your class. She was a frustrating, kiss ass, know-it-all whose mere presence made your blood boil.

The worst part? She was perfectly fucking nice to you.

It was maddening, not being able to get under her skin at all. It confused you too. You’d witnessed Evans’ temper many times over things much less severe than the attitude with which you treated her.

It made no sense and you had no answers. It only maddened you more.

You let out a quiet huff and turned to Regulus, “I’ve been stuck with fucking Evans.”

Regulus cringed but shrugged his shoulders, “could be worse. I got stuck with Skeeter.”

You outwardly grimaced and shot the obnoxious blonde a rather withering glare, “good fucking luck. Best keep your mouth shut too or all your fucking secrets will be spilled.”

The Black heir scoffed, “I was probably put with her because I don’t talk. Less trouble for Bones and Diggory if someone’s around to control her.”

You hummed in agreement but were stopped short of any response when the subject of your personal dismay approached.

The fiery redhead stood before you with a kind smile that made your stomach turn.

“Evans,” you declared tersely.

“Hi,” she chirped sweetly. She turned to Regulus with a polite nod, “Black.”

“What do you need, Evans?” You sighed.

“Well, as you know, we’re rounds partners, and well, uh, Bones and Diggory have assigned us to first watch.”

You slumped down into your seat and cursed, “Oh bloody fucking hell.”

Regulus snickered at you and it took everything in you not to smack him.

“Rightttt. Well, let’s get to it then. I guess.”

You motioned for Lily to lead the way, falling into step behind her, albeit with less enthusiasm.

After the final few prefects had made their ways back to their houses, the halls grew quiet except for the quiet chatter of a few portraits. You hoped Lily would guarantee you this peace for the whole time, but your hopes weren’t high.

“So did your first day of classes go well?” The redhead asked with interest. Interest you were certain she was feigning to maintain her good-girl act.

“Fine. The same. Except I don’t have to deal with half of my idiot classmates anymore.”

Now that you were in your sixth year, the O.W.L.S. had filtered out many of your classmates who hadn’t had the skills or brain cells to do well in the subjects you prided yourself on. It was a relief, being rid of the potential that you’d be partnered with an idiot. But, like anything, there were downsides too. One being you had nearly every class with Evans now.

“I’m not sure why you ask Evans, seeing as you’re in almost all my classes.”

Instead of being ruffled by your bluntness, she only shrugged, “just being polite. Anyhow, people can do the same thing and come out with different experiences.”

“Don’t I know it,” you grumbled. You thought of all the ways your Hogwarts experience had differed from others simply because of your house status.

Lily was silent for a moment.

“Is there a reason you hate me so much?”

You barely withheld your scoff and tried to maintain your cool, “cause you’re a Gryffindor or whatever.”

She shook her head adamantly at you, “no, that’s not it. You have some personal vendetta against me. Why?”

You looked at her disbelievingly, “don’t play coy with me Evans.”

“I’m not! I genuinely don’t know what I’ve done.”

Rather abruptly you stopped in your tracks and fully turned towards her, “we’re rivals, Evans. And not just because of our houses, but because of school. You’re my… academic rival.”

Her eyebrows furrowed into a mixture of concern and… amusement?

“Rivals? What are we… 12?”

“We’re people who’ve been pitted against each other from the beginning. Pretty sure that makes us rivals,” you spat defensively.

“I think you pitted yourself against me,” Evans corrected.

The look you gave her must say enough, because her face softened a little.

“I’ve never seen you as rival. I’ve actually only ever admired you. For your intelligence, sure, but also for how protective you are of your friends, how you look after the more picked on Slytherins, and how you put your all into everything you do.”

The redhead gazed at you intently- so intently that you felt heat burning in your cheeks.

“But I’ve only ever been mean to you,” you responded warily, “how did… how do you still think of me so positively?”

She shrugged her shoulders and started to walk again, “I just figured it was a defense mechanism. A way to protect yourself. I don’t think you’re truly a mean person.”

“And how do I know you aren’t just saying all this to trick me into trusting you so that you can beat me for first in the class?”

Evans deadpanned to you, “you know our workload. I don’t have the time to come up with such a conceited plan.”

You let out a laugh. An actual laugh, and Lily’s face contorted into a beaming smile.

“Touché.”

You paused thoughtfully.

“I’m still not letting you have first spot, Evans.”

She smiled at you warmly, “I plan on it.”

[greenerteacups]

Hi!

First I wanted to tell you how much I love Lionheart and how thankful I am that you are writing and sharing it with us. You really make my fridays better. Fiction has been such a refuge for me all my life, and it one of the things that brings me utter joy. Lionheart is that place of joy for me every friday and for that I don't have words to say gracias (spanish is my first language). I am leaving comments in AO3 every chapter, so I won't repeat myself. I just wanted to ask some thing that has been in my mind and see if you could share a light.

I've been reading Lionheart for the past 4 month, so maybe I forgot but has been say yet what role did Bellatix played in Lucius death? Your Narcissa is one of my favorite takes on her in all dramione and I've been wondering about her relationship with Bella. And with Andromeda. With her being a double agent like Snape I am DYING to see if we will have interactions with her and Sirius in the next book. Anything you can tell me about this would be much appreciated.

Also, I would pay money to read the interaction with Draco and Hermione from the last chapter in her POV.  When Draco tells her “That will be enough,” what was she feeling/thinking? I read it in two ways. In one hand -I heard Lucius so clearly- which is a feat in itself, because he has not appeared in the fic as a live character. That line is something that someone that had power and expects to be obeyed says. And it made Narcissa stop. On the other hand, I read it like her being aware of how much Draco has changed in the year that she hasn't been around him.  She now knows Hermione has an influence that she, as a mother away from his son for the better part of a year, can't compete with. Is that? Is she thinking something else?

I found so incredible the work you have done with how Lucius has influenced Draco with his absence. Mi nono (grandfather) died when my father was 10 years old, so I know all about then influence that mythical father figure can take in a young boy's mind and development. It's especially great with Draco. Did you planned that from the beginning? Is it something you wanted to explore? Thank you for your time!

Carla

Gracias! Me halaga mucho que leíste más de 500.000 palabras en una segunda lengua. Hay un nivel de fluidez que solo puedo enviar en mi propio estudio de Español — puedo leer algas obras cortas, pero no tengo la resistencia de perseverar por tanto tiempo! Algún día me gustaría leer y escribir con la suficiente fluidez para hacer una traducción al español de Lionheart, pero eso está en el futuro.

As for the questions:

(1) Bellatrix's role in Lucius's death: Okay, totally understandable that this gets lost in the shuffle, because it comes up in Book 1 and there has been a lot of stuff since. Bellatrix kills Lucius in 1988, when Draco is 8, before she is caught and taken to Azkaban. Draco doesn't have most of the details there, because he was too young at the time-of and neither he nor his mother have been eager to discuss it since, but the implication from Book 1 is that it was related to Lucius finking after the war. It's noted by Draco and Dumbledore (Book 1, Chapter 9) that Lucius testified to the Wizengamot about his Death Eater activities and gave names in exchange for a shortened Azkaban sentence (five years) and a pardon for his wife. Draco doesn't know what those names are, but he does know that the Lestranges were responsible for his father's subsequent death, and it's why his mother has never brought up Bellatrix or tried to visit her in prison. This is also the LH-canon reason that Bellatrix and Rodolphus were caught — the Ministry opened an investigation into them after Lucius's death, leading to their ultimate capture a few months later (Book 1, Chapter 1, see Narcissa's line about "the aurors are doing all they can"; see also, Book 4, Chapter 48, "The Misfortune of Amos Diggory," where Mad-Eye references the manhunt and Draco names the exact date the Lestranges were captured, which he remembers, ostensibly, because he and his mother would have been among the first people told).

(2) Future Black family interactions: I can't tell!! All I can say is that Order of the Phoenix is the book that spends the most time with members of the Black family, and I intend to honor that.

(3) What Narcissa is thinking in the last chapter: I can't answer that — I leave that up to you as a reader to interpret!

(4) Planning from the beginning: Fatherhood, and parenthood in general, is one of if not the prevailing theme in the Harry Potter series. A work about an orphan almost inevitably ends up being about family, and how different families shape us, and when I was sketching out the plot, it occurred to me how much Draco was shaped by the shadow of Lucius in canon; I didn't want to get rid of that trait, because it's deeply tied to his character, but I also wanted to play with it. So I decided to make it a different kind of shadow. Without actually being there for most of Draco's childhood, Lucius transforms from a powerful but mortal human being into a mythic figure, a titanic predecessor that everyone goes to great pains to remind Draco he must embody and live up to from a very young age. That's why the prologue is sort of a thematic shot-across-the-bow: it establishes what drives Draco, where his grief comes from, and also how it's warped his character slightly even by the time we meet him that first year on the Hogwarts Express.

It also happens to highlight his relationship with Narcissa, which I haven't seen explored as often as his relationship with Lucius is — I've often seen fics either treat Lucius/Narcissa as a thematic unit (Disapproving Parental Figures, a classic) or focus on disapproval coming from Lucius, while Narcissa gets to be the soft/nurturing/reformist pureblood who's willing to compromise. Which is a fair interpretation based on limited source material — but also, she's a Black. Of the same generation as Andromeda and Sirius, both of whom she has shunned for her adult life. Her relationship to blood status and privilege and power is far, far more interesting/rich than her husband's, and her canon backstory involves quite a few more (admittedly, implicit) personal choices than Lucius's does. Narcissa gets more texture than Lucius ever does. I think killing Lucius allowed that texture to come to the fore in ways it couldn't if he were still alive and acting head of the family.

[magicmarked]

welcome to 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃 : a dependent multimuse blog for lumosfm, as penned by danai ( 27, they / she, gmt+2 ).

DAPHNE AVERY ┊ 24 ✧ icw intern & law student ✧ pureblood ✧ death eaters. — introduction. musings. interactions. wanted connections.

AMOS DIGGORY ┊ 27 ✧ little league quidditch coach & dad ✧ pureblood ✧ ootp. — introduction. musings. interactions. wanted connections.

[refugefm]

REFUGEFM PRE-OPENING PLOT DROP #1 — NEWS FROM RIDDLE'S ENGLAND

ARTICLE ONE:

UNDESIRABLES CAPTURED: AURORS HOLD SIX INSURGENTS AND TRAITORS... "A huge sucess for our brave auror force occured on Saturday night. In a remarkable and highly organised operation, Head Auror Abraxas Malfoy managed to capture six traitors and insurgents who have been working against the Minister for Magic and the Magical community as a whole. These prisoners are being held in an undisclosed location of the highest security. When asked for comment, Mr. Malfoy named the prisoners as: Caradoc Dearborn, Gideon Prewett, Amos Diggory, Edgar Bones, Mary MacDonald and Peter Pettigrew..." ...discover more on page 8

ARTICLE TWO:

ALBUS DUMBLEDORE NAMED UNDESIRABLE #1: DISCOVER THE LIES BEHIND THE MAN... "Breaking news from the Department of Magical Law Enforcement today, as Albus Dumbledore is named Undesirable #1. All aurors and citizens are warned to be on the lookout for Albus Dumbledore, as he is believed to be the figurehead of the terrorist organisation known as the Order of the Phoenix. Interrigations with captured insurgents reveal that Dumbledore has been sending his agents across the boarder between Scotland and England in order to try and undermine the Riddle Reigime. Our Minister for Magic, Tom Riddle, expresses sorrow that so many young souls are being swayed by the lies of Albus Dumbledore. This is not the first time that Dumbledore has used a countries youth to do his dirty work for him. Newt Scamander gave comment to this paper about his involvement with Dumbledore's capaign against Gellart Grindelwald, headmaster of the Grindelwald Academy, which led to the death of several friends and acquaintenaces. It seems that history is repeating itself once again with this Order of the Phoenix. Grindelwalds once partner is known for painting anyone who rivals his power as public enemy number one, and it has been clear from Tom Riddle's first day at Hogwarts that Dumbledore was uncomfortable with his power..." ...discover more on page 11.

ARTICLE THREE:

BLACK FAMILY HEIR COMMENTS ON BROTHERS DISAPPEARANCE: WHERE IS REGULUS BLACK, AND WHAT ARE THE AURORS DOING TO FIND HIM? "Regulus Black has oft been considered a darling of Pureblood High Society. A bright young man who has often graced the society pages of this newspaper. Those of you who have been keeping up with current affairs will know that Regulus Black was reported missing by his sibling, Sirius Orion Black, eight days ago. The aurors have thusfar found no leads as to where Regulus Black may have disappeared to. Though there was no sign of struggle in his private flat, they do suspect that there may be foul play involved. Sirius Black insists that their brother is not the kind of person who would leave for weeks on end without any word to his family or his friends..." ...discover more on page 14.

REFUGEFM will be opening for interactions at 6pm GMT on Tuesday the 14th of November. The above articles are part of our first plot drop, to be used for worldbuilding and lay the seeds of future plots within the roleplay. Your characters make make reference to these events at any time when you start playing. Feel free to plot with one another before we open and consider your characters feelings about the affairs laid out in the daily prophet.

**Please note that characters listed as being captured by Riddle may be picked up by players in the future. If you have any interest in taking up one of the captured players, please discuss this with the admin.

[alexdiggory]

[ michael evans behling, half-blood, He/Him ] - is a [ 19 YEAR ] old [ CISMALE ], and a member of the [ HUFFLEPUFF ] house. ALEXANDER ‘ALEX’ DIGGORY is studying [ UNIVERSAL ] in their [ EIGHTH ] year at hogwarts. ALEX reminds people of [ SUNSHINE DAYS, ROADTRIPS, LOUD LAUGHTER, PICNICS AT THE BEACH, EASY SMILES ], and is siding with the [ NUETRAL ] during the war. but hopefully, it won’t come to that.

Biographical information

Full name: Alexander ‘Alex’ Diggory

Nicknames: Alex, 

Blood Status: Halfblood

Age:19

Wand: Vine wood with a dragon core 13 ¼" and slightly yielding flexibility

Patronus: Golden Retriever

Siblings: Amos Diggory

Boggart: Being alone

Pets: An orange tabby named Cheddar. Bio Childhood:

Alex has always been a relatively happy child, if anything a bit blind to the realities of his home life. He’s grown up thinking he was adopted into the Diggory family when in reality his father had had an affair with his mother, a muggle women, and in an effort to cover it up both him and his brother along with the rest of the Wizarding World were told he was adopted. Growing up in the Diggory household had its challenges. His mother was always especially distant towards him and sometimes he thinks his father doesn’t even want to look at him. His brother though? His brother is amazing and more than makes up for all that. Alex has never once in his life doubted that his brother cares about and loves him, not in the way he doubted it from his parents. Unaware of the reason for the distance Alex can only fill in the blanks with what he knows and he just excuses it away as him being adopted. It’s not like his parents are cruel towards him, he just can’t help but feel like neither of them had really wanted him. It was almost like they viewed him as a responsibility to take on more than anything. He used to lay awake at night and fantasize about his real parents and what they would be like. He knew nothing about them, not even their names. It would have bothered him a lot more had it not been for his brother. 

His brother who, despite not being his real brother, didn’t treat him any differently. Growing up Amos was more than just Alex’s brother, he was Alex’s best friend too. What attention he lacked from their parents Amos more than made up for. When some of his friends with older siblings were being kicked out of their bedrooms Amos never shut the door in his face and Alex took great advantage of that, constantly following him around, trying to be just like him. His brother was the coolest person alive and Alex wanted to be cool too! When Amos started Hogwarts Alex learned for the first time what real loneliness felt like and he hated it. Having been unaware of just how much Amos had shielded from him it was a massive shock to be alone with his parents. His parents who, Alex learned quickly nothing was ever good enough for. Try as he might he could never live up to their expectations the way Amos seemed to so easily. By the time he got his letter Alex had already given up trying. School years: Alex was far from the top of his class, always seeming to do just enough to coast by and not get in trouble. It’s not that he wasn’t smart, he was very smart in fact, but he just didn’t try. Not like he should, if he tried at anything it was to not do well. His parents distance, Amos shielding him from the worst of their behavior, and his own lack of ambition created a terrible mix and most of his potential has been wasted because of it. His grades aren’t important to him, why would they be? He valued his friendships way more and he would drop out of his classes entirely if it meant he got to keep people around him. He wasn’t as clingy towards his brother as he had been as a child but that didn’t mean he wasn’t still just as desperate for any interaction as he was as a young child. He’s absolutely terrified of the idea of being alone it’s quite honestly the only reason he chose to continue his education further. It was what all of his friends were doing so it was the only option Alex had to keep them around, to keep himself around them. It's why he didn't pick a specific subject, it didn't matter because he wasn't going to try, just like how he spent all of his schooling so far he would do just enough to get by and nothing more. He had more important ways of spending his time.

[laurel-linwood]

Where: Laurel’s Hospital Room, St. Mungo’s Who: @amostheamazing​

The last thing she could recall was ordering a drink by the bar with Jonathan and Selena. And then she was waking up in a hospital bed. Laurel had been dosing in and out of consciousness since then, occasionally speaking with her sisters shortly who she doubted had left her bedside and the healers who kept appearing for tests. She just wanted to know what was going on, she wanted to feel that Gryffindor courage coursing through her, but all she felt was helpless and terrified. After everything with Benjy, things were becoming a lot serious and the last thing she had wanted was to become a victim to the chaos herself.

Having heard from Maren, during one of the few times she had awoken, that Amos was the auror that had taken up position outside her door, she wondered if he had actually be assigned said position or if he had elected to do it. No matter the reason, it did help settle her fear just a bit to know he was outside. Laurel had found herself starting to nod off for the fourth time in the last few hours when she heard the door open slightly, turning her head and slowly opening her eyes fully expecing her sisters or another healer but instead met Amos’. “I-I can’t remember,” She hurriedly spoke, unsure if he was coming in on official business to take her statement or something. “I just...I just...I don’t...” The blonde knew she was stumbling over her words, trying to pick at the pieces in her brain of what happened tonight. “Amos...I’m scared...”

[eviemacs]

"Amos!" She greeted, her smile brightening. She had been looking for him before she got distracted by the random attendee, and she was glad that he had found her. "It's okay to be curious, you know that I would never turn someone down who is curious. But it's the way that he went about it that's the problem," she rolled her eyes. She looked up at him, appreciating how nice he looked when he was a little dressed up. "Unfortunately they've kept us in the dark just like you guys. I guess they're afraid of a leak. You know that if I knew I would gladly tell you," she admitted. There was something about Amos Diggory that could get her to break the rules. "You look rather dapper tonight," she complimented, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek. "How has your night been?"

Amos had only just spotted Evie at the party having been looking for someone in Mediwix robes and not dressed up like the rest of them. His mouth was halfway open to greet her when he realized she was currently being accosted by someone asking about the donor; a question he himself had but knew better than to be that direct about it with someone who might actually have information. All he had to do was wait another minute or so with an amused smirk on his face before the man was stumbling away. "How dare he be so curious." He chuckled, taking the few steps left to close the distance between them. "Now, do you actually know who the donor is and you're going to keep it a secret even from me or are you in the dark just like the rest of us?"

[jamspctter]

Starter for : @amostheamazing​ Where : East India House entrance

"Amos Diggory just the man I was surprisingly looking for," James had heard of him around Hogwarts and known of him but never really had the chance to talk one on one with him. "I have a preposition for you," he couldn't find the other Marauders, and he knew that Amos had a flair for the dramatics. So if anything James could count on the man to make this event more exciting, or at least he hoped he could. "How about we make this place a bit more....excitable? Shall we say? I'm talking this might stir up the intense feelings in some of the purists kind of things," he smirked hoping the other took the offer without a second thought. He needed something, anything as a form of distraction especially with the hole he put himself into with Lily.

[kdolohov]

While her choice of career had mostly been down to the power it could potentially bring her, she couldn’t deny that for the most part she enjoyed her work. The only downside to it could be som of her coworkers, endless in their need for chatter, a constant stream of inane conversations. All the forced pleasantries did get tedious at time, wearing away at her patience but she had been painting bright smiles onto her lips since she was five years old. Managing to keep her polite facade up at work posed no true problems for her, only mild irritation at times. 

For all she was more than used to presenting herself in a certain way, it didn’t mean that she didn’t need a little reset every now and again. Her lunch break tended to provide the perfect respite for it all and when she saw a somewhat familiar face also in the Atrium, she turned to greet them. “Amos, what perfect timing.” Even after their drink he was still something of a mystery to her and she couldn’t help but feel as though there was something important she was missing. The only way to find out was to spend more time with him and their little run in had just provided her with the perfect excuse. “I was just about to head out for some lunch - would you care to join me?”

@diggorydock​

[rosabello]

Fifteen years ago and she would barely have felt any trace of nerves in any given situation when her mother had given her such an inflated opinion of herself. Even ten years ago she’d still be able to cling on to that illusion of perfection, reassured that people would flock to her no matter what she said or did. But she knew that was different now, that she wasn’t as flawless as her mother had claimed. It had been an uncomfortable truth to face at first but now she was rather grateful for it - there was something somewhat freeing about being flawed. About not holding herself to such high a standard.

It was only in moments like these - ones where she had to face up to some of her less than perfect choices - that she longed for the invincible confidence that she’d once had. But instead she just somewhat calmed her own nerves by reminding herself that it was now or never. She’d always spent enough years away from her son. A smile was placed onto her lips, trying to seem more at ease than she truly felt before she knocked on Amos’ door. When it eventually opened soft, grateful words left her lips. “Thank you for seeing me, Amos.”

@diggorydock​

[opheliaxrowle]

Amos.

Ophelia looked down at the little who was tugging at the hem of her dress a little stunned, she looked around to see if there was an adult to whom this child belong but the crowd was so thick it was impossible to tell. “Are you lost?” She asked bending down to speak to him. She kept her hands to herself however, wondering if this was such a good idea, recalling the flower eating incident of last week.

@diggorydock​