#( thread: Tempest Clearwater )

[chacswins]

❝ how long have you been lurking? ❞ from tempest / @rebuildeds

"Hardly." Quips Damien. He never quite knew how to talk to Tempest after Penelope died, he adored Penelope and now she was gone too - just like Rowan. "I just got back weeks ago, I've barely returned and there has already been another conflict. Forgive me for wanting to stay in the shadows a bit longer."

[hcldmybroom]

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭: " i’m so sorry for kicking your ass ,  really . " 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: the burren quidditch campgrounds, post game !! 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: closed for tempest clearwater ( @rebuildeds )

a laugh bursts from their lips, a memory of the harpies and falcons last game echoing in minette's mind - they couldn't even be mad, it was one hell of a game. the celebrations of the grounds remind them of the harpy fans and the way they danced from the pitch, the keeper couldn't help but join in. "ah, clearwater. we meet again." eyes roll sarcastically before a grin brightens flushed features, the firewhiskey humming in the keeper's veins. "just you wait, the falcons will give you harpies a run for your money, je promets!"

[hopcflowered]

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓: ❛ dangerous to be out so late. ❜ 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: muggle london. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: closed to tempest clearwater ( @rebuildeds )

"oh! really?" her voice is in genuine shock as she pulls back the cuff of her blouse sleeve, inspecting the scuffed watch on her wrist - she was sure she left on time, how could it have been she left the ministry two hours ago? perhaps her watch was broken? yes that must be it. "oh, sugar honey ice tea! i didn't even realise how late it was getting." moira - bless her soul - was not as intuitive or aware of her surroundings as most people, especially when alone and without her little knight in shining armour by her side. she begins to fidget, sleeve dropping as hands move to securely hold her satchel in place at her hip. "do you mean harm or warning?"