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Juliet wandered the halls of Hogwarts aimlessly. She’d finished capturing the footage needed and was enjoying the peace and quiet of the halls. It was rare to find a spot so serene during the end of the year usually, so she treasured the bliss. As she roamed she spotted a familiar wavy haired lad down the hall. In her excitement, she shouted, “Garrick!” and ran towards him, her camera bouncing against her chest. As she grew closer to him she waved and smiled, “Probably looked like a fool sprinting towards you, but what are the odds I happen to run into the one kid I chaperoned that didn’t want to prank me.”

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 elliot-wright

elliot laughed, shaking his head at the younger witch, “food’s the important part, love. forgettin’ to eat while you’re drinkin’ is how ya find yourself incoherent ‘n singin’ along t’music that’s not playin’ – i’ve learned that the hard way, y’know.” he placed his own order, paying for their food a drinks. elliot didn’t say much until his own fish and chips and beetle berry whiskey were in front of him. “i actually haven’t had the – apparently unfortunate – pleasure of meetin’ the witch myself – i think she mighta been a bit before my time in hogwarts, and i don’t really ever find myself in the prophet offices. ya shouldn’t let ‘er ruin your day though, she’s not here after all,”  he pointed out, gesturing to the other patrons around them at the pub. “i’m sure that ol’ dumbleodre would have something far more inspirin’ to say to ya about that, but alas i’m not dumbledore.”

As her thoughts became hazy and her guard began to fall she felt her cheeks flush and her dimples show. “S’ppose your right. Good thing I have you here to remind me of food... lord only knows what song I could break out into. I’ve always wanted to sing ‘Dancing Queen’ whilst drunk, ya know. Weird fantasy ain’t it?” She giggled, finding herself much more funny than she truly was. She tried to protest as he paid for the food, but her brain and body were not in coordination and by the time she objected the waiter was gone. She smiled sheepishly and felt her stomach churn. Was this a date? She couldn’t remember the last time a lad had paid for her food, or gone out with her if it wasn’t work-related. What a first date indeed, here she was sulking and becoming more and more intoxicated by the minute, a rare occasion in itself, and it so happened to be when a man decided to pursue. Or maybe he was just being kind. She felt her own heart sink that the thought that perhaps he was just pitying her. When the food came she immediately took a swig of butterbeer to drown her feelings before digging into the enchanting food.

“You’re right she’s not. Yet it seems as if she’s always watching. She’ll run the news of this entire Wizarding World one day, mark my words..” She looked at him, her brown eyes were wide and playful eyes, “You’re not? Coulda sworn from the little scruff that you were Dumbledore,” She reached for his chin, her fingertips lightly grazing his skin, “My mistake, I seem to get you two confused quite easily. It must be the wisdom, and the hair of course.” 

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perfumedregret

“          first of all          —          yes,          this is nicely,          because i’m asking.          would you prefer if someone else snatched that from your hands instead         ?          ”         tiffany asked pointedly.          she eyed her ruby colored nails that matched her lips.          “          secondly,          i work for the auror department if that wasn’t obvious,          and i’m under strict orders to make sure the press wait for an official statement.          and if that’s my orders,          what makes you think i can breach them by telling you that         ?          ”          as if feeling the other’s eyes on her,          she looked up,          her gaze unwavering as she pulled her chained badge out of her low cut top.          “          once the offending photos have been snipped off,          you can come collect the rest at the ministry.          just ask for tiffany parkinson.          or toufie,          depending on who you ask.         ”         there weren’t many at the auror department willing to use their time to meticulously alter film and return it to its owners,        but tiffany wasn’t most people,         and at the end of the day she wasn’t the enemy.

Juliet listened to the witch with intent eyes. It was true, there were some who would have even smacked the camera out of her hands and not given a second thought. She looked down at the camera and then back up, “As one workin’ witch to another.. how long do you s’ppose it’ll take before they release a statement? If it’s only till mornin’ could I take my camera back with the photo so I can release it.. but only after the statement? It would be a win for both of us, eh?” Juliet wasn’t unreasonable, she just wanted to know her options. As the girl said her name she felt a chill down her spine. The Parkinson family, of course. She should have put the features with the attitude together. She bit down on her lip and tried to show thanks as clearly the woman didn’t see to want to cause too much trouble to Juliet. Yet in her head, she felt slightly dizzy as she recalled relatives of Tiffany making her life miserable after her mum died. “Thank you for agreeing to figure somethin’ out for how I get the film.. I.. uh do appreciate that, truly.”

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perfumedregret

“         did i stutter         ?         ”        tiffany was rarely rude without reason.         she could be a witch,         sub the        w        for a         b,         on occasion        —        but never for        FUN.         she didn’t get any enjoyment from being cruel without cause.         it wasn’t personal;         she just had a job to do.         and this woman was getting in the way.        “         on the authority of the auror department and the ministry of magic,         and under the orders of my superior,         the head of the auror department,         who is under the direct orders of the minister for magic,         i must         insist.         would you like me to get them         ?         my superior,         that is.         i can if you wish.         only i can promise you that they won’t ask as nicely as i am.         ”

She felt her mouth drop open in surprise of the sheer bluntness of the woman and the clear power trip she was having over Juliet, “This is nicely? If I am to hand over the film that has hundreds of other photos that keep me employed I’d like to at least know your name and what gives you such authority. I’ve shot hundreds of crime scenes, what makes this different?” She perked on her tip toes to look over the women to try and see the body, “Who is it anyways? What’s causin’ this level of security? Just wonderin’ is all.” She looked back at the woman and pursed her lips, not ready to give up until she had no choice.

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perfumedregret

  “        i don’t care who requested the bloody picture,        ”      tiffany snarled.       she pinched her nose and closed her sienna hues.        when she opened them,        they were clear of the hot undiluted anger that’d coursed through them a second prior.        “       sorry.        i know you’re just doing your job,        but this is a crime scene.        the auror department will throw a fit if this gets out before the ministry can properly address it.        you can’t develop that film.        ”        the auror trainee holds her hand out,        wriggling her fingers expectantly.        “        superiors orders.       ”        

“ You want.. you want my film?” She questioned, feeling the sweat prosper on her palms. The film on the camera had hundreds of photos left on it she still had to develop for work. She was not going to give it up just because of one photo, “I’m sorry, but who are you to tell me that? I haven’t had issues with photographing a crime scene before, I mean they let me onto the premise so it can’t be that secret.” She folded her arms and stared up at the woman, recognizing her features, yet unsure how. 

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elliot-wright

his first reaction was laughter, usually that would be exactly what he’d come down to the hogsmeade pub for: drinking alone or with a friend had he been with someone. this time however, he’d just been looking to get away from the choas that had ensued within the hallowed halls of hogwarts castle. students were stressing over exams, the dada teaching assistant had not necessarily been prepared to take over the job before the year was even up, and elliot could only stay in his office avoiding all of it for so long.

      elliot frowned, noticing the slightly inebriated state that juliet was in and how she seemed to be upset. “well actually,” he began, taking a seat near the witch, “i came alone and for some fish ‘n chips, but i’m not opposed to drinkin’. and i’m certainly not opposed to drinkin’ with you … but what’s got ya lookin’ so glum, love? you’re lookin’ a bit like someone spat in your pumpkin juice this mornin’. wanna tell me what’s wrong? been told ‘m rather good for that ya know, among other things, o’course.”

Something about the laugh made Juliet feel as if she was floating. Or maybe it was just the alcohol, but her hopelessly romantic heart was only elevated as her guard lowered from the intoxication. Yet she was still in enough control to keep her face neutral and not let the infatuation show. Her stomach growled as he mentioned fish and chips and suddenly realized she was famished, she’d have to remember to get food when the bartender came back. “Food sounds delightful... I seemed to have forgotten that bit.” She smiled when he was closer to her and his eyes seemed more vibrant than ever before.

When he mentioned her sadness she felt completely transparent. Why couldn’t she be better at hiding her feelings? She seemed to wear her heart on her sleeve and showcase everything to the world. She shrugged and tried to nonchalantly slide the piece of paper away from Elliot and under a menu. “Job stuff is complete madness. Ever met Rita Skeeter? If you have I’m sorry, but I promise you the way she treats outsiders is her being nice. She can make the Daily Prophet feel like a war zone that witch..” She looked and him and smirked, “Literal witch as well as bitch of a witch.”  She waved down a worker as they passed by, “I’ll have a butterbeer for now as well as an order fish ‘n chips and whatever this fella would like.” She nodded her head at Elliot and waited for him to order. She chose a more tame drink in hopes she would not become overly intoxicated and make a stupid decision in front of Elliot, for something about the man made her more nervous than she’d ever felt around any other wizard.

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alcric

to say that rowle was having a bad week would have been an understatement. not only had he been sacked from his potion as defense against the dark arts professor at hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, it turned out that he’d forgotten to pay rent for the flat he rented in the village of hogsmeade and had been served an eviction notice while aboard thes.s. hogwarts. with no employment and nowhere to live, he’d been forced to pack the remainder of his belongings and move into a room at the leaky cauldron.  he could have moved back to slovenia where his mother and grandparents resided or back in with his paternal grandfather but both felt like yet another FAILURE to add to a toppling list.

on the day in question, rowle was camped out at one of the tables in the back of the leaky cauldron.  his father’s collection of journals and the rowle family grimoire were spread out over the table in front of him; he was flipping through them casually, sipping on a pint of ale that had been charmed to keep refilling itself.  he’d shelled out the rest of his galleons on the bloody thing so he’d been sure to make it worth it.  with limited access to supplies, he was hard-pressed to find a jinx or curse he could cast to enact some kind of revenge on the headmaster that had so unceremoniously let him go.  one student had almost been injured; all hypothetical.  he thought it was rather ridiculous that the board had recommended he be terminated.  they’d all rue the day, however, when he was finished with them.   interrupting his vengeance-filled grumblings, a shadow cast itself over the wizard’s research.  luckily for the disgraced DADA professor, his grimoire and respective journals were charmed to resemble wizarding magazines to anyone who might so happen to come across them whoWASN’T of rowle blood.  with a scowl that matched the levels of irritation bubbling within, alaric raised his eyes to meet those of the person who’d interrupted him.  “…and what doyou want?”

Juliet felt her hands trembling as she clutched her camera. Rita had truly reached a new level of low. Feeling blissful from an adventurous outing, Juliet felt ready to face her job head-on. She would continue to work on her writing and search for any interesting articles that she could produce before anyone. She would become a writer.  

Dream big, Liebes and fight for what encompasses your dreams. 

That was the last thing her mother had said to her. She could not disappoint her anymore. Only a dreamer thus far, Juliet was determined to achieved, determined to make her voice be heard. When she bravely approached Rita about wanting to work on an article of hers, she was sure this would be her window. If she could prove to Rita how her work ethics were above anyone else in the office she could win her favor for when there was a position open. It seemed a flawless plan.. until Rita’s task seemed impossible to the shy and tender girl. The task was to capture photos of the recently fired DADA professor, and the more scandalous the better. 

She’d searched all day for the fellow, she even went to his flat, well former flat, to find he seemed to has disappeared into thin air. With a last effort, she made her way to the Leaky Caldron. And that was where she found him.

Hunched over in an animalistic way the man stared at his papers, picking up the mug beside him to drink every few seconds. She quickly snapped a photo when he went in for another chug and felt her heart sink to her chest. Who was she to ruin this man’s life further? He already looked on the edge. Juliet’s conscious took over as she decided to confront him and see if he was truly worthy of the scrutiny he’d received. She dug her camera into her giant satchel and lifted her small chin to make herself feel braver and bigger. She awkwardly hovered above him, yet despite him sitting she barely was taller than him. His grumbled words sent a chill down her spine and made her regret this foolish mission, yet her loyal heart urged her to continue before she turned over the images and sealed his miserable fate, “Ello’... saw you drinkin’ alone here and since the place seems packed I wondered if I could join you? You seem as if you could use a drinking companion.”

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 elliot-wright

elliot wright was, in all honesty, often a disaster – a chaotic good if you will. this had been proven time and time again with his numerous dumb actions under the influence of alcohol from unwanted musical numbers to the encouragement of reckless behavior. on the student travel cruise, he had spent quite a bit of time buzzed, for instance when he had met juliet demitiri on board and thought she was a student that he didn’t recognize. the conversation had gone well, considering his blood alcohol content levels, and eli was nothing if not charming in some way or another, he was certainly not above flirting with a pretty human being for fun, and he loved any excuse for easy theatre references. a pretty girl named juliet? perfect example.

    though he vaguely remembered the two of them agreeing to make plans to hang out outside of chaperone duties, he’d yet to owl her or receive an owl from her. so when he saw her in the three broomsticks, looking idly into the distance, he took the opportunity for a charming reference once again, “see how she leans her cheek upon her hand! o that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek!” a laugh was lacing his voice as he continued, “fancy seein’ you here, love. hopin’ to run int’a me were ya?”

Juliet looked down at the worn out piece of paper with disappointment. Another no. She had written yet another article for Rita to review so she could be considered for the newest journalist position, and once again Rita refused her. Something about how Juliet’s place was where her gift was and she shouldn’t be greedy. “Bullock.” She murmured to herself, crumpling the paper once more and tossing it to the side.

She rested her chin on her fists as she began to space out staring at the wall. It was the impact of the alcohol, of course. Juliet only drank when she failed, which wasn’t often since she was always striving for perfection. And having only had two drinks she still felt herself drifting. As a familiar face spoke in a crisp tone her head shot to the side, and a little too fast for the state she was in. She couldn’t help but beam as her eyes met the dark eyes of the handsome man she had met on the cruise. She hadn’t bothered contacting him afterwards, she felt it was most likely a fun and flirtatious meeting she could treasure as her first time feeling noticed by a man. Yet as she looked up she felt a little spark inside her, the spark telling her that this could be fate. She quickly shoved down the premature hope, “Somethin’ like that, yeah. You meetin’ anyone? Or did you come to drink alone like me?”

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Ok so I am dropping the cruise convos cause that’s been over... does anyone want to plot? I am up for all of the ideas I just need more to happen and more connections would rock! Message me if you’re intersted I am friendly and don’t bite

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evacalais

“both,” evangeline said, “my papa and his brothers and sister actually went to ilvermorny, and his whole side of the family lives in the states, so a few of my cousins go there as well, but a lot of them chose to go to the young witches and wizards’ preparatory academy of magic in louisiana since it’s close to home.” she nodded enthusiastically at juliet’s description of the way the cruise felt, “i definitely agree, it’s certainly helping with my creative flow – both with the article and with personal writing – it’s been absolutely magnificent in that regard.

“Wow, that’s spectacular. I’ve never seen much of the USA, but I’ve heard it’s quite the place.. May I ask what it’s like? Having a family full of wizards all over? Sounds like an adventure.” She smiled, “Did you study writing after Hogwarts anywhere?” She asked, being genuinely curious about her schooling, but also being selfish, wanting to know what she herself needed to do to get better.

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elliot-wright

“i like to think so,” elliot’s ever-present grin remained confident as ever. “ah no, that one i cannot take credit for, unfortunately. my trouble was usually more general annoyance and fighting – which ‘m not proud of, and ‘m not an angry person but i never let my friends handle things on their own if i can help, y’know.”

She pondered it for a moment, truly trying to recall if she could have ever seen him at Hogwarts, surely she should have known someone as handsome as him, “Did ya ever do anything that could have made me notice you? Win any awards? Anythin’?”

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ravensyw

“small but mighty, i understand that completely. got one of those in my life already that i definitely would not mess with,” sycamo put his hands up in mock surrender, doing his best to hide the smirk that threatened to show again. “a younger student in my house. i’d hate to be the other end of it too, so i truly am sorry for it. i accept any revenge you choose to pull, though you did technically call yourself the mature one here… so…”

She kept her eyes on him for a moment longer, doing her best to intimidate before letting a small smile crack, “As long as you’ve learned your lesson, I see no reason for revenge or punishment. Though if I wasn’t a chaperone I would’ve shoved you right into the pool for good measure, but I’d rather not get in trouble myself.”

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elliot-wright

“been told that i haven’t changed that much since hogwarts in all honesty. still artsy, still loud, still babyfaced … ‘m probably a little less reckless, i s’pose. i used to do a lotta dumb shit – typical gryffindor stuff, y’know?”

“You must’ve been a very handsome fella if nothing has changed.” She smirked, “Gryffindors seem to have a knack for that.. I remember, gosh, must’ve been my third year or so.. but your house lost the cup on the very last day due to a prank gone wrong. Don’t s’ppose you were apart of that were you?” 

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elliot-wright

“thought you were maximum twenty-four, t’be honest. my mate dem was in your year then – gryffindor though. aw, but i bet ya were just as pretty then as ya are now.”

“Twenty-four max? You flatter me far to much, Eli, but I appreciate it all the same.” She blushed, “Pretty? Huh, wish I could go back in time to tell that poor pimpled faced girl that she was pretty.. poor thing didn’t stand a chance with the fellows back in the day. How about you, what was your Hogwarts reign like?”

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ravensyw

“you’ve been mistaken for one more than once? i mean, not that i’m surprised or anything,” he laughed softly. she did look quite young; perhaps not much older than he. or she just looked far too young for her age. “well, my dearest authority figure, perhaps a strike is the way to go from here. i won’t ever underestimate you, i swear it.” sycamo assured her in a genuine tone. “just what it looked like, really. dumping water on a fellow friend but next time i’ll recon a tad more efficiently, so that i’m certain my target is who i intend it to be.”

“Yes more than once, and wipe that ridiculous smirk off your face size does not match maturity young man.” She continued to dry herself off as she looked up at the slender wizard. She so wished her height wasn’t so damning, “Alright, brilliant. A strike for now.. which unfortunate soul were you trying to dump water on? It was quite a fun idea, I’ll admit, but not when it’s done by a stranger..”

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ravensyw

“honestly that is not at all what i was going for, however you said it yourself, ma’am! small andvulnerable, all the more reason for me to mistake you for another student,” sycamo tried with a shrug, unable to hold back an amused grin now. though he still felt bad for it. “i’m sycamo. you going to throw me to dumbledore for a harmless joke?”

“If I get mistaken for a student one more time on this trip I swear to Gringotts..” She mumbled. She gritted her teeth and eyed the boy who was clearly amused with himself, “Well, Sycamo, I am Juliet and I would appreciate it if you could at least pretend I’m like an authority figure so we can all enjoy the trip.” She rolled her eyes, “No harm done indeed, I won’t go to Dumbledore, but be a little smarter, eh? What were you tryin’ to accomplish anyways?” 

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elliot-wright

“wait, you’re twenty-six, love? well then, you were only probably two years below me maximum in hogwarts, can’t believe that we never met before this trip then, what missed opportunity.”

“Huh.. how old did ya think I was then? As for our time at Hogwarts, I was in the shadows.. way... way in the shadows. Also, I was chubby, quite the little chubbster.. so even if you did know me you probably wouldn’t recognize me.”