#dawn:tuft

[mvlciber]

the tuft memorial, her entire family was in attendance and she was no exception. she hadn’t spoken more than two words to her mother before she walked away from the mulcibers and their fake grief, their manufactured sympathy. serena however would not lie to her peers and superiors, she wouldn’t make herself cry over people she didn’t mourn the loss of. on the contrary, she was disappointed grace had escaped with their life. and then there was grace too, another person she was attempting to avoid as their last conversation didn’t quite go well. she looked over at the person she had sat herself down next to and nodded at the crowd “not feeling quite social, then?”

[ardenconway]

arden’s parents were currently talking to chief warlock, often trading glances with each other and then looking back at arden. it took everything in her not to have a stronger reaction about the whole thing, shaking her head she grabbed a glass that was sitting on a tray and started to drink it, looking at her mother whenever she made eye contact. her mother had looked down at the drink and back at her and shook her head once before smiling back at the chief. “merlin,” she whispered to herself, grabbing another one of the drinks and walking towards a nice corner where she could isolate. she didn’t want to come. people crying scared her, people’s fake grievances annoyed her, but she knew that of course her family would be here, her parents already mingling with the other pureblood families, often looking at others in disdain. “what is a socially acceptable time to leave?” she was mostly asking herself out loud, fingers tapping against the glass before looking up. 

[peterpettigrcw]

@beforedawnstarters​

“if my mum turns this way let me know,” he says as he quickly grabs the shot of firewhisky and takes it in one gulp, he makes a face at the burn before looking over at the direction of his mother who was talking to one of her friends. when she turned over towards him he waved, making a scene of grabbing his glass of water before she turned again. “merlin,” he sighs, asking for another. funerals were never his forte, he remembers having gone to them for some relative that he doesn’t remember, it was a bunch of people walking up to him explaining they’re sorry for his loss but he didn’t really know what he was losing. he looks over at the only surviving member of the tuft family and he feels bad for them but he doesn’t know where to really put all the things that he’s feeling so he’s here at the bar. 

[waldcnmacnairs]

@beforedawnstarters​

          walden didn’t want to be at the memorial because he was pretty sure that his parents never even spoke to any tuft before. he sure as hell didn’t speak to grace, nor did he want to for that matter. grace seemed weak, even standing there trying to be brave. unlike most of the rest of the people here: he didn’t care about the family and he wasn’t here to look like he cared. no, walden was here for his own selfish reasons. “what exactly are people supposed to do at a memorial?” he’d never had anyone in his family pass away before or anyone that he cared about. “’cause this is a bit boring. we’re just supposed to sit around while people cry and tell dumb stories?” walden wasn’t sure he’d even cry for his family. 

[gracetuft]

@beforedawnstarters​

          it wasn’t that grace wasn’t thankful someone was throwing a memorial for their family—they didn’t have the means to do so right now anyway. grace felt like this was forced, there was something off about the situation and they didn’t like it. if grace didn’t want to be here, then she couldn’t imagine anyone else wanted to be here either. while grace had friends, it seemed like the people that she talked to didn’t understand the loss that she’d gone through. they didn’t want people to go through what they were going through now, but at some point, they didn’t really know what else to do or say to make people understand that her grief was normal. what grace didn’t want, was a bunch of people who had barely ever spoken a word to her before, coming up and saying how sorry they were. they wanted answers. still, they had a part to play. “thank you so much for coming.” 

[rosinele]

closed ; @cassianmalfoy​

      for  an  event  that  was  meant  to  memorialize  a  legacy  that  ended  too  soon ,  rosine  stays  in  the  front  row  of  the  venue .  appearance  always  mattered ,  she’s  reminded  by  her  mother ,    especially  since  it  was  her  blood  that  organized  the  event .  it’s  a  cheap  performance ,  one  mangled  with  prose  recounting  the  importance  of  family  from  rodolphus  and  other  bit  a  painful  farewell  to  what  innocence  was  left  in  grace  tuft .  whomever  done  it  had  a  stake  in  the  war ,  that  much  was  obvious  as  families  with  different  allegiances  stood  in  the  same  room .  this  was  a  rare  occasion  where  everyone  could  come  together  with  a  similar  thought : it  shouldn’t  have  been  the  tufts .  the  tight  squeeze  of  her  hand  only  relaxes  once  rosine  realizes  the  company  that  had  stepped  besides  her ,  the  figure  of  a  familiar  body  welcome  as  a  distraction .  “ i  should  have  known  you’d  show  here ,”  rosine  decides  that  cassian  needn’t  realize  the  relief  his  presence  brings  .  “ the  view  from  where  your  family  wasn’t  enough ?”

[rvbvstn]

he’d made an appearance at the memorial, he’d had little choice in the matter. rodolphus had organized it after all and his family was practically the centerpiece, or rather the tuft’s were but because of the lestranges. he didn’t want to be here, he was exhausted already from trying so hard to fool rod, to fool rosie, to fool amycus. he felt like a fool himself and he just wanted to rest until practice began in a few days time. stepping away from his father’s side, he made his way to the bar and ordered a shot of firewhiskey, downing it quickly and taking a deep breath when someone approached him. “if you’re looking for my brother, he’s over there.” he just assumed they’d be seeking the chief warlock, not him. 

[withcringhcurss]

﹕   𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙧⠀  ›      @beforedawnstarters

      it  was  uncomfortable  to  walk  into  hogsmeade  and  be  met  with  so  many  faces  that  left  the  hairs  on  the  back  of  her  neck  lifting  —  faces  lily  knew  took  personal  offense  to  people  like  her  .  she  could've  not  come  ,  she  had  every  reason  to  simply  stay  home  ,  but  making  an  appearance  at  the  memorial  felt  important  to  her  —  what  had  happened  had  been  a  tragedy  ,  an  abomination  ,  and  the  redhead  had  felt  the  urge  to  come  pay  her  respects  regardless  of  the  company  around  her  .  it  had  been  a  last  minute  decision  ,  so  she  couldn't  even  be  sure  if  any  of  her  friends  would  be  there  ,  but  for  now  that  didn't  matter  .  the  small  crowd  formed  around  grace  tuft  meant  she'd  wait  a  bit  ,  give  them  space  ,  instead  moving  towards  the  bar  —  a  gentle  tone  to  her  voice  when  she  moved  to  take  a  place  next  to  another  wix  ,  brushing  past  them  as  she  did  so  .  "  excuse  me  .  "

[teddystonk]

closed ; @mcllyprcwctt​

    for  the  most  part ,  teddy  has  been  patient .  he’s  still  sitting  in  the  seat  that  was  next to  molly ,  watching  her  finish  conversation  but  it  had  been  several  minutes  since  the  wix  decided  it  was  time  to  leave .  the  unsettling  feeling  he’d  gotten  when  walking  in  only  grew  ,  manifesting  itself  in  the  way  his  leg  bounced  against  the  ground   as  he  sobers  up  once  again .  to  his  delight ,  she  finally  turns  away  and  that’s  enough  for  him  to  stand  up  with  a  grin  already  tugging  at  his  lips .  “ does  this  mean  we  get  to  leave  now  ?”  

    he  could’ve  left  by  himself  ages  ago  ,  but  it’s  already  assumed  that  he’d  follow  her  home .  the  last  place  he  wanted  to  go  now  is  his  home --  where  many  questions  were  waiting  to  be  asked  by  his  muggle  parents .  how  else  can  he  explain  that  the  memorial  service  was  for  a family  he  didn’t  personally  know  but  still  had  been   important  for  him  to  attend  ?   the  politics  behind  it  were  far  too  complicated  for  them  to  comprehend .    “ i’m  all  talked  out .  in  essence ,  it  was  almost  like  a  huge  family  reunion  .  even  the  aunts  and  uncles  i  don’t  like  got  invited - ”  pursed  lips  as  he  eyes  the  families  that  still  lingered  in  the  front  of  the  banquet  hall .   

[allaircss-a]

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑.

@beforedawnstarters​

           ❝      oh   let   me   guess   ?      you’ve   got   some   witty   comment   ?      some   remark   you’re   so   sure   i’ve   never   heard   before   ?      well   save   it   .      and   before   you   ask   :      no   she   isn’t   mine      ❞      ellie   hissed   ,      as   close   as   she   could   to   a   snap   as   she   cradled   her   sleeping   niece   in   her   arms   .      as   milène   had   said   it   little   carolina   had   been   acting   all   of   the   terrible   twos   she   was   a   good   few   months   off   still   ,      and   even   in   sleep   she   was   a   troublemaker   still   .      writhing   and   kicking   in   her   sleep   every   so   often   ,     narrowly   missing   ellie’s   face   twice   .      ❝     well   then   ,      if   you’re   going   to   stand   there   and   gawk   make   yourself   useful   at   least   .      there’s   a   glass   of   firewhisky   on   that   table   there   but   my   arm   went   to   sleep   a   good   ten   minutes   ago   ,      hold   it   up   for   me   ?      ❞

[rodolphvslestrange-a]

public speaking was an easy thing for rodolphus, say the right words and offer up your sympathies was easy. he had been talking to a lot of people that had walked up to him, not being able to get much of a word in for which he was thankful for. his eyes kept glancing to the only surviving members of the tufts, curious about them and their reaction to the whole thing before he dropped it. he was leaving the place where he had been standing for what felt like ages, walking over towards the bar to get a drink, knowing that he would be stopped along the way—his lines always rehearsed. when he grabbed a drink he had walked over to a more isolated space, nodding his head towards people he recognized but barely knew. he feels another presence next to him, he nods his head towards them, drink in hand and says, “good evening.” to be polite before he takes a drink, knowing he’ll have to savour it for as much as he can. 

[beforedawnrps]

the shock of the tuft family loss is beginning to settle into acceptance across the wixen world. sunless skies typical of scottish summers see rays starting to creep through cloudy filters, and chief warlock, rodolphus lestrange, sees the perfect opportunity for a proper send-off. hogsmeade burgh hall holds the grieving magical community for a memorial, with every wix and their family receiving the invitation to hear the elected chief warlock lead a toast to the late political strongholds.

it’s with heavy silence after a tight, respectful speech on lestrange’s part that the crowd awaits the extension to a word from grace tuft — the last surviving member of the family at twenty years old. rigidly, the crowd begins to shift into fleeting eyes and lifted brows as grace hints at a further revelation: that maybe the tuft family — what’s left of it — is no longer as neutral in the ever-growing war as was thought.

the memorial takes place on july 9th, 1977 in character.

the hogsmeade burgh hall will be an open-space area indoors with an open bar available for toasting.

ooc, it’ll start june 11th, 7pm gmt and last five days.

please tag open starters as dawn:tuft

threads may continue past the end of the event, but no new starters will be allowed

threads from outside the event can be continued during it

[rosinele]

the  lestranges /  @rodolphvslestrange & @rvbvstn

     the  stiffness  from  the  apparition  still  sores  the  muscles  of  rosine’s  back ,  but  that  does  not  stop  her  from  tossing  the  black  heels  to  the  right  the  moment  she  walks  into  her  flat .  melancholy  still  lingered  in  the  pit  of  her  stomach  ,  and  it’s  a  feeling  that  she’d  prefer  to  ignore  . but  looking  back  towards  her  two  brothers  who  follow  behind  ,  rosine  is  reminded  that  it’s  a   consequence  of  their  family  name ;   darkness  always  seemed  to  follow  them  no  matter  how  hard  they  tried  to  fight  it  .  “ i  cannot  imagine  being  in  grace’s  place ,”  somber  words  to  her  siblings  who  fought  on  too many  occasions .  it’s  probably  the  closet  rosine  will  ever  admit  to  feeling  grateful  it  wasn’t  their  names  on  the  paper .  “ it  was  a  nice  service ,  though .  how  many  times  did  you  rehearse  those  emotions ,  rodolphus ?  almost  seemed  convincing .”   

[rosinele]

closed ; @sturgispcdmcore​

    “  who  ever  thought  to  have  an  open  bar  for  this  service  is  either  bloody  brilliant  or  mad , “  rosine  says  to  other  wizard  next  to  her,  taking  liberty  in  swirling  the  contents  of  her  glass  with  a  shrug .  maybe  the  alcohol  was  a  needed  remedy  to  smooth  the  anxiety  that  was  evident  in  the  room .  “ i  haven’t  decided  which  one  yet. ”