#lumosstarter

[pandoraxnott]

where: cobb and webb's who: open

Pandora was in the back, sorting through a fresh shipment of items when the soft chime of the front door caught her attention. She stepped out into the main room, a welcoming smile already on her face as she moved behind the counter.

“Hi there,” she said, setting the box down gently. “Is there something I can help you find today?”

[siriusbpadfoot]

Where: The Fountain of Fair Fortune When: 1am, 16th of March Who: Anyone

Sirius sat lazily in a chair, leaning back on two legs with his own feet up on a table. All around his the chairs were up and the floor was mopped, meaning Sirius was really free to go home any time he wanted. He was closing alone tonight and he didn't want to go home to his appartment just yet, deciding instead to stay here and have a few drinks. He had shoved four galleons into the till and was now drinking that money in firewhiskey, pouring himself generous shots and he leaned back, a cigarrette in hand. He'd have to remember to open the windows before he left or his manager would kill him for the smell.

"We're closed," Sirius called as he heard the door open, not even bothering to look over. "No point robbing the place either, we were quiet all night," he drawled sarcastically. It had been exactly a week since he had read the Daily Prophet and discovered his brother was missing and a week since his terrible mood started. He had spent the week working extra shifts, not because he didn't want to be alone but because he didn't want to deal with his friends and all their concerns. As good as their intentions were, he didn't feel like talking about any of it. Work was the easiest way to avoid that.

[rsrevan]

where: the white wyvern who: open

Enough being enough, the wizard thought it was high time he allowed himself the pleasure he'd spent the last months refusing, what had cost him at first now seemed reason enough to celebrate. Evan Rosier was back in business, sweet and loud the news had traveled around fast as the wizard had put down a fair share of galleons to host his own party at the White Wyvern. No rules enforced, he'd invited all to join in long as they had no inhibitions, for he'd locked down his own. Drunk on something more than alcohol, the blonde was shirtless, sweat glistening on his skin as music blared from the speakers. Spotting a pretty face, he called out for them. "Here to give the Rosier method a try or just passing by, love?"

[xremus-lupinx]

location: outside flourish and blott's. who: open.

It had been a long day at the bookshop. It felt like time had inched by. Normally Remus wouldn't mind because he could entertain himself but there was something about the day that made him ready to leave, although he didn't want to go out into the freezing cold.

He finally was able to close up the store. As he turned around to lock the door it suddenly started snowing. He spun slowly and snowflakes stuck to his eyelashes. He closed his eyes and smiled. It was then that he felt someone run into him. His eyes opened quickly and he reached forward to grab the person. "Careful there!"

[beckavery]

Where: St. Mungo's Status: Open

This wing of the hospital wasn't busy today and yet he still answered for a long time with patients for obscure reasons. He was about to give himself a minor break when another round was handed to him. Beck didn't even look over the paperwork that the trainee left for him. Instead, he walked to the appointed room and opened the door. "Nice to meet you, I'll be your healer," he introduced with a short smile as he pulled up a chair. "So what seems to be the problem that brought you in today?"

[battle-scvrs]

Regulus had tried to pick a quiet time to visit Diagon Alley, but it seemed that no time these days was ever truly quiet. Even with the ongoing war, people still didn't seem to shy away from large crowds or bustling busy areas. Drawing his coat tighter around himself, Regulus tried to shrink into himself so as to not draw attention. If his parents were with him, they would chastise him for not holding himself in a manner befitting the Black heir. Slipping quietly into the Apothecary, Regulus didn't take stock of any other customers in the store as he began browsing the various bottles. At the sound of footsteps and someone clearing their throat directly behind him, Regulus straightened his spine and turned slightly. "I'm browsing this shelf at the moment, you'll have to wait."

[gideonscprewett]

status: open to anyone location: wherever three broomsticks

"Did you just call me Fabian?" "Oh, don't tell me you thought I was my brother. I should really be offended. I mean, the guy looks nothing like me." Fabian tended to have his face set to a frown consistently. Making fun of his identical twin was one of Gideon's favorite past times, few things brought him as much joy as needling him.

[emirselwyn]

location: Blenheim Palace, Selwyn Wedding status: open to everyone

The ceremony had been great, everything going off without a hitch. Agathas hard work had clearly paid off, the attention to detail on even the smallest things was noticeable. "Thank you for coming. It is good seeing you." He was making his rounds right now, greeting the guests, as any good host should.

[serraborgin]

status: open location: st. mungos

Serra had been in St. Mungos 'for observation' for a few days now and she had grown terribly bored of this room and its decor - or lack thereof, already. It was incredibly bare, white walls, white sheets, white curtains, no decorations except for the many bouquets of flowers Malcolm and others had gotten her. The healers had forcibly removed him from her room saying she needed to rest for at least a few hours, despite the fact that she did not wish to be alone and he had not wanted to leave. Not that she had admitted that she wanted him here out loud, but she figured he already knew. So when her door opened less than an hour after he had stepped out she had assumed it was him, disappointment on her face when she saw that it wasn't, which she quickly schooled into a mask of indifference, looking as put together as one could laying in a hospital bed. She had changed into her own clothes, refusing to wear what everyone else was wearing, her hair smooth and her cheeks flushed. "Can I help you?"

[themaxgoldstein]

where: three broomsticks status: open to all!

The Three Broomsticks wasn't his idea of his first job when he recently moved to England. When he realized that he should've thought things through more when he made the big leap, he knew he needed a job to help cover rent with his cousin. Max couldn't compare London to Brooklyn, but he did like that there was more room to breathe. The bar was a good place to work as if he wanted to listen in on any other people's thought for mild entertainment, all he had to do was look at any lone patron at bar seat five. "I'm back. Decide if you were keeping your tab open or closed?"

[notdelicatc]

who: open to all where: Blenheim Palace when: during the reception event: selwyn wedding

Festive occasions were enough to even draw him out of his shop or the lab and toward the sound of music. It was a rare thing but certainly not unheard of. In fact, Amycus rather enjoyed himself. With a glass of champagne in his hand he stood by the bar, observing the dance floor as plenty witches and wizards made their way across it as though their life was dependent on it. There were smiles and the music left nothing to be desired. A perfect occasion. Agatha had outdone herself. He’d have to let her know should he be given a chance to.

Steps next to him. Perhaps someone approaching the bar, perhaps someone coming to ask to dance. Or something else entirely. Someone passing through? The Carrow twin did not care, a soft smirk on his lips as the words flowed with sheer confidence. “Have you come to dance?” A pause. “I might just say yes.”

[florenceyaxley]

"Oh sh--" Florence trailed off, the curse in her head rather than out loud as she blew a loose strand of hair back off her face. She plopped her shopping bags down on the low wall in front of her, her hands on her hips as she stared at them accusingly. She was sure she had only been to three shops - four at most, but somehow she seemed to have more overflowing shopping bags than she could carry. The plant didn't help but it looked like it needed love and she couldn't quite resist.

She scanned the bags and boxes, wondering how on earth she was going to carry them back home when she took a step backwards to better survey her options, right onto someone's foot. She whipped around, an apologetic smile instantly on her lips. "Oh, I'm sorry! These heels could break your toe, are you alright?" she asked, hands to her chest.

[its-sybill]

location: the three broomsticks status: open to all

Sybill was sitting in her usual spot that she liked, nursing a cocktail that she didn't have the guts to say how horrible it was because it was half of her own fault when she chose tequila. That was never a good option for anyone. But at least it would be strong enough for her to forget what some students said during her first year of teaching. Sybill saw some student assessments already. The results made her hide in the girls' bathroom and cry in a stall, only to be ridiculed by Moaning Myrtle herself. This was a new low. Them being out of something to make her favorite cocktail and instead she chose something different. This was not going well. She just moved for this job, she couldn't go back to living with a roommate. And now, with a new cat depending on her, everything felt even more precarious. Suddenly, someone slid into the chair beside her, reaching for a menu. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. They're out of vodka, so you might end up with something…awful—" her words were broken as her eyes started to well with tears.

[emmaflint]

"I don't think that cheering for my husband's team is a betrayal to my own." She rolled her eyes at the ridiculous notion, everyone knew how competitive she was, falling in love and getting married didn't make her go soft all of a sudden. "Of course I'm putting my team first, all I'm saying is that I'd just like a chance to play against the Falcons and obliterate them." Emma smirked, shrugging her shoulders. "That's all."

[freyfallin]

who : open to anyone

where: Holland Park, London

Spring 1980 had begun to bloom, the weather bright and the air crisp, it seemed a different cry from weeks earlier, when rain hammered down on the windows of her apartment. Holland Park in London was perhaps her favourite place to come for moments of quiet, located just outside of the muggle borough of Kensington. It was rare to see many from the Wizarding Community there, which was most times was an added benefit of going.

Freya Macmillan sat upon a picnic blanket laid strewn the grass , arms behind her, leaning back in a somewhat relaxed stature. Pieces of paper, and books lay around her. All in research of her next story, but to a passing muggle, presented as nothing more than a few magazines.

Taking a brief recess from researching, Freya was watching passing walkers, her eyes catching on one person, somebody she recognised. In a positive mood, Freya called out playfully,. "Here I was thinking I'd found an undiscovered spot in London." Her tone getting lower as the person approached, "It seems I'll have to find a new hiding spot now. "

[beckavery]

where: selwyn wedding, outside status: open to all!

The wedding was going smoothly and he thought Emir deserved every single moment of happiness. It was hard times surrounding the event, but he was happy that people could still hold onto moments of hope like tonight. But even with all the happiness and celebrating the couple's longing love and life, he was selfish to reflect on his feelings, still grappling with his failed attempt at dating. It was a bitter pill to swallow. Ignoring it felt messier, though. Beck found a quiet corner outside, the rim of his glass damp in his hand, the number of refills a hazy blur. The soft groan of a door opening made him turn. "You're fine. I was just heading back in."