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╰ °✧ that’s ARCADIUS SCABIOR and HE seems to look a lot like MICHIEL HUISMAN. according to ministry files, the HALFBLOOD used to attend HOGWARTS and be in SLYTHERIN. now, they’re 28 and is A WITCH WATCHER.empty bottles at the bed-side of an unmade bed; a mess of hair; grungy nails full of dirt; dark eyes and darker bags; ornate portraits of unfamiliar witches and wizards, frowning through dust; burgundy-red wine balanced haphazardly in a twirling hand; a taste for the eccentric finer things life has to offer; are the best ways to describe them. it doesn’t say in their file, but word around the street is that they’re NEUTRAL. @mmprophet​

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open starter location: the white wyvern

Sybill had shut up shop despite it being early evening, normally quite a lucrative time for her. She’d thought that she’d seen a shadow lurking around the shop and it had disquieted her enough to want to throw them off the scent. Whoever they were. She was perched on her usual stool in the White Wyvern, the bartender refilling her glass without her ever having to ask - she was a fixture in here most nights. She glanced around the pub, just because she’d closed her shop didn’t mean she couldn’t still make some money. Finally her gaze fell on a promising looking mark and she made her way over. “There’s something about you…” Sybill paused for dramatic effect, eyes fixed on the other’s face. “It seems like destiny has a plan for you. I can help you find out what your future holds.”

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╰ °✧ that’s SYBILL TRELAWNEY and SHE seems to look a lot like ANYA CHALOTRA. according to ministry files, the HALFBLOOD used to attend HOGWARTS and be in SLYTHERIN. now, they’re 24 and is A FORTUNE TELLER. a family photo with multiple faces torn off, the glowing amber eyes of a black cat in a dark room, piles of dusty books never touched by the hands which bought them, the constant half-decay of everything even the air in your lungs, fingerprints leaving stains on the smoothness of a crystal ball are the best way to describe them. it doesn’t say in their file, but word around the street is that they’re NEUTRAL.

( tw: memory loss. )

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WHERE:  Twilfitt & Tattings, Diagon Alley. STATUS: open / @mmprophet​

 The waiting room of Twilfitt & Tattings was little more than a glorified hallway, lined with chairs and full to the brim with tittering witches of a certain age who regarded the oddity among them like he was a particularly strange exhibit at the zoo. The child seated next to him had been kicking her feet through the air for the past ten minutes, staring directly at him with the intensity that only children and wild animals seemed to possess and with each passing minute that took him further away from that naive rehearsed statement of, “I’m here to pick up a package for Peony Carrow,” he felt increasingly like this was all a conspiracy to humiliate him.

“Will this take lo—” he started to ask as the sales assistant swept past, seemingly oblivious to him and his question. A small, sticky finger poked at one of the rabbits that were frolicking merrily down the sleeve of his sweater. With great effort, Amycus ignored it, turning to his other side to ask in a pained voice, “How long does this usually take?”

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“you’re baby brother or sister is in there, love,” molly said as she looked down at fred, who was sitting in her lap towards her and looking down at her swollen belly. “they’re in the belly,” she said as she tapped her bump, fred following close behind.

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╰ °✧ that’s BELLATRIX LESTRANGE and SHE seems to look a lot like KATIE MCGRATH. according to ministry files, the PUREBLOOD used to attend HOGWARTS and be in SLYTHERIN. now, she’s 29 and is AN HEIRESS. it doesn’t say in her file, but word around the street is that she’s a DEATH EATER

                      righteous haughty superiority wielded like an orange-hot poker                                        the tittering squeal of a frightened animal                                                  humorless merciless laughter                        agitated hands and an overactive mind – the devil’s playground                      a gleaming family crest emblazoned with the words ‘toujours pur’                                  unshakeable faith like the deepest darkest well                                   the rancid smell of burning rubber, black smoke                                           molten tar clinging seeping sticking                                            a grin that shows too many teeth

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where: flourish & blotts. who: anyone.

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the moment she left dorcas regretted saying no thanks to the offer of purchasing a bag for her books. balancing them in her arms as she stumbled out onto the cobbled streets of diagon alley her view obscured by the tower of books. dorcas yelped as she felt her shoulder connect with something, books dropping from her arms and she looked up hoping it had been a lamppost finding it most definitely was not and a worried expression etched upon her features, “i’m so sorry, are you okay? i didn’t think i’d need a bag i thought it would be fine and clearly i should’ve just grabbed a bag but i was thinking i didn’t need to and oh gosh, are you okay?” the dark haired girl rambled through her concerns and excuses.

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╰ °✧ that’s AMYCUS CARROW and HE seems to look a lot like JASON RALPH. according to ministry files, the PUREBLOOD used to attend HOGWARTS and be in SLYTHERIN. now, they’re 25 and is an UNSPEAKABLE. A childlike rage and a childlike loneliness, the hushed quiet of hospital wards, a fine line between madness and genius, the sickly sweet smell of rot , a slowly unravelling thread, the endless ticking of a clock, are the best way to describe them. it doesn’t say in their file, but word around the street is that they’re a DEATH EATER. @mmprophet

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╰ °✧ that’s ALECTO CARROW and SHE seems to look a lot like MIA WASIKOWSKA. according to ministry files, the PUREBLOOD used to attend HOGWARTS and be in SLYTHERIN. now, they’re 25 and a “HEALER” AT ST. MUNGO’S. watchful eyes in your peripheral, goosebumps prickling the back of your neck, an obsession you cannot ignore, sickly weak and deathly pale, sadism that could scare the devil are the best ways to describe them. it doesn’t say in their file, but word around the street is that they’re a DEATH EATER.

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open starter location: the leaky cauldron

Evan had been out shopping most of the day to get supplies for a soiree he was planning but he’d decided to take a break and sit down to have lunch. The Leaky Cauldron was not his first choice of a place to eat, but he had limited time and hadn’t been able to book anywhere more exclusive. He was sitting at the bar, waiting for a table to become available and sipping at the hogwash the bartender called whiskey, when he noticed the other. “If you’re looking for a place to have a satisfying drink, I’d recommend leaving immediately.” His smile was charming, as always, his manner open and inviting.

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open starter  /  @mmprophet​

Drip. Drip. Drip. She got far too much ice cream to eat before it melted, but Alecto didn’t care – she instead watched it drip down the cone, down her hand, and onto the pavement below where she sat. The day was sunny, if a bit chilly, but she sat outside anyway, coat wrapped loosely around her and eyes glued to those passing by when she wasn’t watching her ice cream melt. She slowly licked at the sweet, the odd concoction of pistachio and blueberry mixing on her tongue as someone caught her eye, their own ice cream in hand. Alecto turned her gaze to look at them unashamedly, head tilting to the side.

“If you tilt your hand any further, it’ll fall. You don’t want that to happen, do you?”

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╰ °✧ that’s EVAN ROSIER and HE seems to look a lot like DOUGLAS BOOTH. according to ministry files, the PUREBLOOD used to attend HOGWARTS and be in SLYTHERIN. now, they’re 25 and is A PLAYBOY. blood stained hands calmly pouring a drink, a beautiful smile which never reaches the eyes, persuasive lips and terrible motives, the bloom of smoke which both repels and attracts, the quiet cruelty in words never said, are the best ways to describe them. it doesn’t say in their file, but word around the street is that they’re a DEATH EATER. 

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open starter  /  @mmprophet​

Drip. Drip. Drip. She got far too much ice cream to eat before it melted, but Alecto didn’t care – she instead watched it drip down the cone, down her hand, and onto the pavement below where she sat. The day was sunny, if a bit chilly, but she sat outside anyway, coat wrapped loosely around her and eyes glued to those passing by when she wasn’t watching her ice cream melt. She slowly licked at the sweet, the odd concoction of pistachio and blueberry mixing on her tongue as someone caught her eye, their own ice cream in hand. Alecto turned her gaze to look at them unashamedly, head tilting to the side.

“If you tilt your hand any further, it’ll fall. You don’t want that to happen, do you?”

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Open!! Where: Diagon Alley 

Rabastan stared at his nails black ink staining some of them and cursed under his breath as he tried to pick it out wanting nothing more than to be seen as immaculate. He knew he was in people’s way and he didn’t honestly care that he was. Once he felt the presence of someone in front of him, he raised a brow and looked up. “You’ve got ample room to go around me, or if that’s not the case – how can I help you?” his last question dripped with false optimism. 

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where: any shop you wish who: anyone

                         “ — are you nearly done or are we going to spend all day here? “

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Where: Slug and Jiggers Apothecary, Diagon Alley With: Open @mmprophet​

   With the inventory books up-to-date and no customers in sight, all John had left to do was tidy the potions on the shelves behind the counter, and replace too-old vials with freshly brewed versions. These menial tasks brought him the same pleasure that everything about the shop did, and he went about them with a hum reverberating against his lips.

   Turned away from the door, with just a few potions left to shelve, John took three into his certain hands and began juggling them, shifting the tune of his hum to one appropriate for a circus. Occupied as he was, the jingle-creak of the door opening startled him. He turned on a heal, managed to catch two of the vials, stumbled just slightly, and bobbled the third over the counter top until it escaped his grasp and fell to shatter on the floor. John’s expression crumpled with mild embarrassment as he leaned over the counter to observe the spilled potion, and then tilted his chin up to confront the guest with a chagrinned smile. “Sorry ‘bout the mess - careful not to step in it, it’ll definitely stain.”

“What can I do for you?”

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╰ °✧ that’s ANASTASIA SELWYN and SHE seems to look a lot like FLORENCE PUGH. according to ministry files, the PUREBLOOD used to attend HOGWARTS and be in RAVENCLAW. now, they’re TWENTY-FIVE and A COLLECTOR AT BORGIN & BURKES.  stacks of old tomes , the pages worn with old scribbles and thoughts  ;  loopholes found in the riddles and puzzles dictated by a bronze eagle  ;  neat plaited hair tied back with ribbon  ;  forgotten glasses sat atop a blonde head  ;  fingers dancing across piano keys — a respite from her indifference  ;  dreams and ambition drowned by duty  ;  eloquent cursive on catalogue cards  ;  smiles that don’t quite reach her eyes  are the best way to describe them. it doesn’t say in their file, but word around the street is that they’re a DEATH EATER. 

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