#lumos.start

[lumosmaxiimas]

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:   the knight bus, wherever it may be   ! 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐏:   mid - september, 1994   ! 

with a pair of dark splotches dabbed beneath exhausted eyes and an ill fitting conductors uniform very obviously thrown on before heading out the door, peter had certainly had BETTER days. honestly, he looked as if he’d just rolled out of bed - a concerning observation, given that it was the wee hours of the morning - and, lips twisted downwards before he’d ever set eyes on the prospective passenger, he wasn’t exactly the picture of friendliness that his bosses expected of him. “what’s all this, then?” he asks, peering down at them from where he stops at the back door of the bus, “what’re you doing down there?” 

[jxnesings]

“It  won’t  open  if  you  do  that.”  Her  hand  rubbed  on  her  temple,  tired  of  hearing  the  grumbling  from  across  the  space,  her  bitter  side  eye  following  in  line.  And  it  was  just  more  than  annoying  right  now.  “Well,  it’ll  open,  but  it’ll  just  close  back  on  your  fingers  probably.  Have  to  give  it  a  compliment  first.”  @lumosreblogs​​

[herebewvxen]

location: the three broomsticks; madame rosmerta’s monster bash starter status: open for anyone; pandora & ???​

“Everyone looks quite dashing, don’t they?” Absent fingers pick at the hem of her red skirt while she waits on her drink, because it’s either that or the mildly-itchy blonde wig she’s stuck atop her head, and frankly playing with her skirt seems less of an overt gesture. At the present moment, if she’s being completely honest, Pandora would infinitely rather be back at home with a warm cup of tea and the old, dusty tome she’s been working through--but the party is a good thing to do. Or so she’s trying to convince herself. After all, she and Xenophilius have got matching costumes this year and they put a good bit of effort into them and she should at least try to enjoy it. Right? Right. 

[fortunae]

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍          :          the     three     broomsticks     . 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄          :          august     ,     1994     .     𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒          :          open          !

“          what’s     it     gonna     be     ,     honey          ?          ”          half     -     leant     over     the     counter     ,     hues     continue     to     stray     from     the     figure     sat     before     her     to     the     newspaper     ,     the     UNSPOKEN     TOPIC     that     𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜     betwixt     .          regulus     black     ,     missing          ;          he’s     not     a     regular     ,     by     any     means     ,     but     rosmerta     finds     herself     awfully     fond     of     his     brother     .          “          terrible     news     ,     hm          ?          i     hope     he     comes     back     alright     .     can’t     remember     the     last     time     we     had     a     missing     kid     .          ”               (          something     of     the     motherly     instinct     pulls     at     heartstrings          /          like     she’s     thinking     of     her     𝐎𝐖𝐍     boy     ,     like     she     can     feel     the     ache     of     a     disappeared     child     as     acutely     as     if     it     were     her     own     .          )

[of-viciious]

location   :   during   the   welcome   feast    status   :   open

“   so  ,  ”  the  brunette  begins  ,  sliding  in  the  space  next  to  the  other  and  plopping  herself  down  as  though  her  and  the  other  had  been  best  buds  since  they  were  children  .  because  you  see  ,  being  rita  skeeter  meant  three  things  ,  one  -  that  she  had  an  insatiable  curiosity  ,  two  -  she  had  no  sense  of  personal  space  and  three  -  the  ridiculous  idea  that  she  was  somehow  privy  to  everyone’s  information  .  “  did  anything  exciting  happen  to  you  during  the  break  ?  not  really  looking  for  anything  specific  but  i’d  love  a  nice  ,  fat  ,  substantial  story  that  will  a  )  break  hearts  or  b  )  give  nightmares  .  ”  @lumosreblogs​

[hexcaught]

｢  𝐟𝐭.  𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫  𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲.  ｣

               art  looked  deep  in  thought  as  he  bit  the  head  off  of  a  chocolate  frog,  gesturing  with  the  body  as  he  spoke  through  a  mouthful  of  chocolate.   ❛   —  you  KNOW,  muggles  eat  frogs  for  fun.  REAL,  non-chocolate  frogs.  they  eat  their  legs.  how  barmy  is  that,  right  ?  what  d’you  think  they  do  with  the  REST  of  the  frog  ?   ❜

[edgarboness]

Hogwarts was a place Edgar never got tired of, every year when he got here it was like a new experience that he loved. But this was his last year, next year he’d be gone and he didn’t really know what he’d be doing next year. He knew he should, he had ‘plans’ but none of those were solid yet. He just wanted to stay around his siblings but he knew that he couldn’t. Walking down to the Great Hall he headed for the Hufflepuff table and sat down, resting his head against his arms. “It’s too early for people to be this loud.” he muttered, why so many people got up early he’d never know. @lumosreblogs​

[pcterpcttgrew]

when: september 1 where: kings cross station who: peter & open 

september first was easily the best day of the year, everyone was back together, headed back to the castle without all the stress of classes or exams. there had always seemed to be some more eager than others, for example the student now flat on the ground against platforms eight and nine, clearly displaying why first years absolutely needed a parent to accompany them. peter was quick to slap a hand over their mouth, that was exactly the kind of thing they would have done and they knew how awful it would feel to have some older student laughing in their face before they even got on the train. 

at least they assumed it was a first year, not just some muggle kid who managed to crash into the barrier because they weren’t paying attention. they have a toad in their pocket. definitely a first year. the sound of footsteps eventually brought peter away from their thoughts, turning to see who was next them as they brought their hands back down to their sides, quickly hiding their grin.

“did you just see that?”

[lumostms]

DATE  :  the  31st  of  october,  1994. LOCATION  :  the  three  broomsticks,  hogsmeade  village.

madam  rosmerta’s  monster  bash  (  headlined  by  LORCAN  D’EATH   himself  )  has  become  an  annual  costumed  affair,  promising  spooky ambience  &  boozy  themed  cocktails  to  anyone  who  dares  fork  out  the  galleon  -  a  -  head  entry  fee  !  the  bar  is  decked  with  decorations  that  include  black  candles  on  every  available  surface,  a  cauldron  of  live  bats,  pumpkins  carved  by  the  younger  hogwarts  students  &  sent  down  by  professor  sprout  in  time  to  be  lit  and  scattered  throughout  the  venue  and  a  nifty  spell  found  by  one  of  the  bartenders  has  resulted  in  a  layer  of  THICK  fog  two  foot  deep  across  the  floorboards  that  no  one  is  quite  sure  how  to  get  rid  of  at  the  end  of  the  night.  when  the  evenings  alternative  is  the  badly  timed  leaky  cauldron  bingo  night  or  a  far  more  uneventful  night  at  the  aberforth  dumbledore  run  hogs  head,  it’s  really  no  WONDER  that  the  three  broomsticks  has  become  the  most  popular  hallows  eve  haunt  of  britain  based  wix  !  anyone  with  a  suitable  costume  is  welcome  to  drop  on  by,  but  for  this  one  -  maybe  leave  the  kids  at  home  !

OUT  OF  CHARACTER  :

the  event  begins  now,  at  2:00  pm  gmt.  the  initial  plan  is  for  it  to  run  for  two  weeks,  though  plans  can  always  change  !

starters  can  be  tagged  with  lumos.start  &  lumos.event001  if  you’re  feeling  fancy,  and  while  the  event  itself  is  taking  place  at  THE  THREE  BROOMSTICKS,  feel  free  to  take  it  as  meaning  broadly  hogsmeade.  if  your  characters  aren’t  the  three  broomsticks  type  &  would  rather  pass  the  evening  at  the  hog’s  head  or  likewise,  you’re  very  welcome  to  take  the  halloween  date  and  run  with  your  muse  !

costumes  can  be  posted  in  the  channel  made  for  that  purpose,  though  keep  in  mind  the  ‘94  date  &  what  would  or  wouldn’t  exist  !

if  you  have  any  questions  or  concerns,  feel  free  to  shoot  them  our  way  on  the  discord  !

[olligrace]

“You  can  have  your  muffin  back  after  you’ve  promised  me  you’re  rooting  for  Gryffindor  this  first  match.  It’s  mighty  important  you  know.”  With  swift  motion,  the  treat  was  hidden  behind  Grace’s  back,  hands  tightly  wound  with  smile  growing  by  the  second.  Practices  had  not  even  begun;  Merlin,  tryout  had  not  happened  yet.  But  Grace  could  see  no  reason  she  would  not  be  back  on  her  team  as  usual.  “Come  on,  say  it  for  me.  Please.” @lumosreblogs​

[lumosmaxiimas]

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:   the ministry of magic   ! 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐌𝐏:   august, 1994  /   the morning of regulus black’s disappearance making headlines​​   !

she didn't really resent the amount of work she had to do after a few days off as much as she probably should have, given just how much her easy to follow organizational system fell apart in her absence. sure, she was ready and waiting to make some points to her boss ( such as the fact that as the only one doing anything at all, she clearly deserved a pay rise ), but she LIKED to be kept busy. idle hands were the devil's workshop, as hal evans would have intoned, and she found herself agreeing with the sentiment. better to be so busy she had no time to daydream than be perched on the rickety stool behind the counter, waiting for any of the regulars to pop their head 'round the door.

the bell over the door heralded the arrival of one such soul, and from the back room, lily called, "i'll be with you in just a moment!" quickly she worked on offloading the armful of potions supplies she was carrying, putting all the little jars and vials in their respective places ( except for the beetle eyes ; she was FAR too short, and the stepladder was nowhere to be seen ) before emerging. "i'm sorry for making you wait," eyes turned downwards, her main focus seemed to be on wiping her hands clean on her work apron rather than her first customer of the day, "how can i help you?"

[of-viciious]

𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 : anyone !  / 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : hogwarts halls ! @lumosreblogs​

 ALECTO  TURNED  A  CORNER   and  was  instantly  greeted  with  a  spectacular  wave  of  people  ,  she  clenched  her  jaw  ,  side  -  stepping  this  way  and  that  way  to  avoid  the  stream  of  people  . “  you  !  ”  she  pointed  to  a  face  in  the  crowd  , “  yes  ,  you  !  the  idiot  with  the  stupid  face  ! ”  she  walked  towards  them  with  frighteningly  purposeful  strides   ,  narrowed  eyes   and  an  overall  expression  of  casual  impatience  .   “  where  in  the  bloody  hell  is  slughorn’s  potions  class  ?  ”  despite  spending  five  years  at  hogwarts  ,  alecto’s  memory  has  never  been  perfect  and  she  wasn’t  particularly  great  at  directions  either  .

[hexcaught]

｢  𝐟𝐭.  𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲  𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐝.  ｣

          ❛   —  listen,  you  have  to  help  me,   ❜   mary  exclaimed,  skidding  to  a  stop  in  front  of  the  first  person  she  saw  in  the  hogwarts  courtyard,  her  long-lashed  dark  eyes  wide.   ❛   —  cattermole  just  dumped  his  girlfriend,  which  like,  five  second  rule,  right  ?  he’s  totally  fair  game  now,  and  you  know  i’m  always  up  for  a  little  rebound  fun  –  and  besides,  she  was  cheating  on  HIM  !  with  griffiths,  if  you  can  believe  that  –  i  mean,  his  nose  is  to  DIE  for  but  i  never  thought  he’d  make  much  of  a  sidepiece,  did  you  ?  but  anyways,  she’s  PROPER  mad  now  and  i  don’t  know  how  to  fight  so  you  either  need  to  hide  me  or  teach  me  how  to  fight  before  she  finds  me,  because  her  nails  are  way  longer  than  me  and  she  could  EASILY  claw  my  eyes  out.   ❜   //   @lumosreblogs​

[lumosmaxiimas]

𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄:   october 31st, 1994   ! 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:   the three broomsticks, hogsmeade   !

"this one looks like you,” turning one of the smaller & less brutally carved pumpkins around to face her companion and turning the full force of her enormous grin onto them, it’s obvious that lily is being funny and not unkind. if she were, perhaps she would have chosen the other pumpkin that sat proud in place on the surface of this tottering table in particular : that one had been botched in such a way that its nose & mouth had sort of combined & had her considering all the spells she knew ( and all the ways she could POSSIBLY remedy it ). “it’s in the eyes. they’re very expressive.” 

[lumosmaxiimas]

𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄:   october 31st, 1994   !  𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍:   the three broomsticks, hogsmeade   !

"oh, bloody hell-” by the time he reacts, it’s already too late to do anything. a single gangly arm sweeps unintentionally across the bar as he turns, and the consequences are dire : glass ashtray, a few beer mats, a low jingle that can only be his closest neighbours ring of keys, all fallen to the floor before he can even HOPE to stop them. the thick smoke swallows them up in cruel slow motion, and horror bleeds into his expression as he realises the position he has put himself in. “pardon me. i’ll get those for you.” the cocktails he had been intending to bring with him back to his & ariadne’s place at the other side of the bar would have to wait - he slid them back onto the bartop and began to fumble around in the smoke, only somewhat put out by the thoughts of how grubby the floor would have probably looked, if he could see it- “if i can... find them.”

[of-viciious]

location   :   walking   to   the   welcome   feast    status   :   open

“  oh  merlin  !  ”  the  wood  boy  exclaimed  in  hushed  voice  (  more  to  himself  than  anyone  really  )  hands  clutching  the  top  of  his  head  half  in  agony  and  half  in  anxiety  . “  a  horrible  thought  had  just  dawned  upon  me  ,  ”  he  mused  aloud  to  the  person  closest  to  him  ,  panic  clear  in  his  quivering  voice  . “  what  if  i  forgot  to  pack  my  broomstick  ?  ”  he  clutched  at  his  chest  with  such  desperation  and  urgency  that  one  would  think  he  was  suffering  from  some  sort  of  chronic  condition  --  though  the  only  condition  that  he  seems  to  be  perpetually  stuck  with  was  the  curse  of  overthinking  everything  . “  what  then  !  i  can’t  practice  with  the  school  ones  ,  they’re  absolutely  rubbish  --  no  offense  to  the  brooms  but  there  is  absolutely  no  way  to  succeed  with  them  !  let  alone  win  the  cup  !  ” @lumosreblogs​