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cormac  can’t  help  but  huff  out  an  amused  chuckle  at  orsa’s  response,  shaking  his  head  as  he  diverts  his  gaze  from  the  wix  beside  him  back  towards  the  quill  in  his  hand.   “ think  it  might  be  perfect,  then.  maybe  i  should  get  ‘im  some  stationary  to  go  with  it.  though,  i  reckon  he  has  more  than  enough  of  that. ”  he  considers  for  a  moment,  before  he’s  tuning  back  in  to  his  impromptu  conversation  with  orsa  as  she  begins  speaking  again,  nodding  along  as  she  mentions  their  former  minister  for  magic  and  his  questionable  fashion  tastes.   “ he’s  putting  his  name  in.  we  feel  pretty  confident  in  his  chances,  if  his  name  gets  picked  for  the  official  candidate  pool. ”  he  shrugs  at  the  last  bit,  completely  unfazed  and  more  than  used  to  comments  like  that  from  people  who  don’t  come  from  the  type  of  political  background  that  the  mclaggen’s  do.   “ i’m  sure  it  can  seem  that  way,  from  the  outside.  it’s  worth  it  though,  i  think.  the  type  of  difference  you  can  make  in  the  world  in  that  kind  of  position  —  it’s  unmatched.”

orsa had been in scrivenshaft’s to rifle through their bogo section when she found herself on the heels of a conversation about politics that could be nothing more than half - baked, due to her sheer disinterest in it. one glance at the quilland she’s made up her mind: “ if by that, you mean ‘tacky and overpriced’, then yes. ” her eyes fall back to the discounted stationary before her without a beat, examining it carefully. brows raise in surprise as he finishes, “ your dad’s running then, yeah? good on 'im. 'spose anyone would do a better job than fudge - even that god - awful bowler hat of his. don’t see why they would bother though - seems like more trouble than it’s worth, really. ”

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a  grin  spreads  across  cormac’s  lips  at  freya’s  response,  his  head  tilting  as  he  considers  her  words,  begrudgingly  agreeing.   “ you  might  have  a  point  there. ”   he  sets  the  quill  down  as  his  eyes  scan  the  other  wares  scrivenshaft  has  to  offer,  though  he  knows  his  father  has  more  than  enough  stationary  and  parchment,  given  his  profession.  his  attention  is  diverted  to  the  wix  next  to  him  at  her  question,  and  he  puffs  out  his  chest  a  bit  as  he  assesses  the  stationary,  appreciating  that  freya  had  the  good  taste  to  ask  his  opinion.   “ that’s  a  good  option, ”  he  offers  with  a  tilt  of  his  head,  before  glancing  at  the  other  packs  of  stationary  and  grabbing  another  set  that  he  deems  a  good  enough  option  for  freya’s  mother.   “ this  one  seems  fitting,  as  well. ”  he  holds  out  the  package  to  her  with  a  charming  smile,  proud  of  himself  for  being  able  to  help  his  housemate.

freya looked up from the display of stationary she was looking through at the sound of a familiar voice. ah, yes, cormac. she would recognize that arrogant tone anywhere, and his boast about his dad was just par for the course. still, he was her housemate, and as annoying as he could be, freya knew he was harmless. “ i mean, probably. but i have a feeling your dad isn’t short on quills. ” she held up a package of stationary to show him. “ do you think this screams ‘polite and ladylike’ enough? mum’s a stickler for thank you notes, so i need more stationary for christmas. ”

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orsa’s  familiar  presence  disarms  harry  just  the  slightest  bit  as  she  sits  next  to  him,  but  he  can’t  help  but  furrow  his  brows  at  her  words,  his  pout  becoming  more  pronounced  as  he  glances  over  at  her.   “ it’s  ridiculous, ”  he  argues  with  a  huff,  though  his  tone  is  softer  and  less  angry  than  it  had  been  previously.   “ what’s  the  worst  that  could  happen,  honestly? ”  he  raises  a  brow  at  her  when  she  nudges  him,  his  lips  slowly  spreading  into  a  boyish  grin  before  he’s  regarding  her  with  a  look  of  faux  shock  and  a  gasp.   “ miss  prewett,  are  you  suggesting  that  i  break  the  rules? ”  he  teases,  giving  her  a  gentle  nudge  back  with  his  elbow  before  taking  a  long  swig  from  his  mug.   “ any  recommendations? ”

orsa’s introvertedness always reared its short - tempered head at school events. squeezing through the crowds in central square had a way of wearing her out. merlin, she needed to be drunk for this. and so enters in the scene before you: prewett girl searching for a bench with a cup of elf - made wine her steady and welcome company. though she had wished to observe her fellow classmates move about the pond like baby deer by her lonesome, harry’s presence had a level of familiarityshe always welcomed.

she planted herself next to him, brows furrowing together in slight confusion at his question. “ well … yes. ’s sort of a security risk, ” she says, “ annoying but not without reason. ” she closes the gap between them momentarily to nudge his shoulder, mischievous smile settling on her features, “ if you’re so bothered, why not do something about it?”

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freya’s  response  causes  him  to  look  over  at  her,  a  small  smile  replacing  his  pout  at  the  clear  sympathy  in  her  tone,  happy  that  he  isn’t  alone  in  his  indignation,  despite  that  he’s  not  necessarily  happy  that  it  happened  to  anyone  else.   “ right?  it’s  a  ridiculous  rule, ”  he  agrees  enthusiastically,  albeit  a  bit  slurred,   “ why  even  bother  selling  food  and  drink  if  you’re  not  even  going  to  let  us  have  it  on  the  ice!  feels  like  they’re  teasing  us  with  a  good  time  and  then  making  us  pick  and  choose  between  skating  and  good  drink. ”   he  shakes  his  head  and  gestures  towards  the  ice  with  his  mug,  some  of  the  liquid  sloshing  out  the  side  and  causing  him  to  bring  it  back  to  himself  sheepishly.  “ it’s  a  travesty,  it  is, ”  he  finishes,  before  he  takes  a  long  swig  from  his  mug,  drinking  a  good  portion  of  it  so  that  he  can  get  on  the  ice.   “ are  you  going  back  out  there? ”

when thalia became sick of skating and wandered somewhere else, freya decided it was time for a break. still wearing her skates, she hobbled off the ice and sat down on a bench next to harry. at his question, she looked up and laughed. “ yeah, i’ve made that mistake before. ” she said sympathetically. “ for some reason they’re real sticklers about that rule. seems stupid to me. what harm is it to bring a drink with you? unless you’re a terrible skater, that is. ” she looked back out at the ice, trying to decide whether she wanted to go another round or if she should take off her skates.

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gemma’s  response  has  anthony’s  head  snapping  towards  her,  a  lopsided  grin  spreading  across  his  face  as  he  gestures  towards  the  creepy  statue  with  a  shake  of  his  head.  “ isn’t  it?  bloody  unnerving,  he  is, ”  she  responds  with  a  shudder,  glancing  back  towards  the  statue  for  a  moment  before  he’s  averting  his  gaze  and  turning  his  attention  back  to  gemma.   “ have  you  ever  seen  his  eyes  move?  i  can’t  tell  if  it’s  just  rumors  and  scary  stories  meant  to  freak  us  out,  or  if  there’s  actually  some  truth  behind  it. ”

gemma had a bag on her arm as she made her way through the winter lights festival, her humming a christmas carol to herself. the statue of ‘hengist of woodcroft’, the founder of hogsmeade, was probably one of her least favorite parts of the village, simply because she did sort of feel like she was being watched whenever she walked passed it. it… freaked her out a little bit. the second she looked up was the second she heard the other speaking. the slight annoyance at seeing another member of zacharias’ motley crew was there, but a point was made. “ ugh… ” she shook her head, looking back down at the ground. “ my least favorite part of the entire village. it’s so unsettling… ”

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aria  shrugs  at  the  nonchalant  response  she  receives  to  her  warning,  figuring  she’s  done  her  part  no  matter  the  outcome,  though  she’d  prefer  if  people  wouldn’t  agitate  the  poor  creature  more  than  they  already  have.   “ unfortunately,  yes.  i  think  they’re  a  little  overstimulated  too,  poor  thing, ”  she  sighs,  appreciating  that  at  least  venus  seemed  to  take  her  words  to  heart  and  doesn’t  seem  likely  to  cause  any  further  frustration  for  the  sweet  beast.   “ yes,  losing  an  appendage  is  certainly  not  ideal, ”  she  responds  with  an  amused  huff,  giving  the  kneazle  in  her  lap  an  affectionate  scratch.   “ about  half  an  hour,  i’d  reckon.  not  too  long.  not  long  enough,  if  anything, ”  she  shrugs,  before  turning  her  attention  back  to  the  other  with  a  smile.  “ what  brings  you  to  the  menagerie? ”

“don’t worry, i know what i’m doing,” venus loved every kind of creature coming her way, and she didn’t care how they acted around people. “they’re already in a bad mood? poor thing, there are just way too many people coming here to bother them.” she kept moving but always kept a safe distance from the hippogriff, knowing very well what could happen if she made any sudden moves. “oh no, i wouldn’t want that. i need all of my limbs attached, thank you very much. how long have you been sitting here?”

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a  silent  huff  is  aria’s  only  response  to  vincent’s  clipped  tone,  watching  with  slight  amusement  as  he  continues  to  approach  the  small  creature,  though  it  quickly  turns  into  a  nod  as  she  watches  on  impressed  as  he  actually  takes  the  time  to  use  the  proper  etiquette  when  interacting  with  a  hippogriff,  even  as  small  as  this  particular  one  is.   “ they  are, ”  she  agrees  with  a  wistful  glance  towards  the  stunning  creature,  a  grin  spreading  across  her  face  as  she  watches  the  hippogriff’s  reaction,  secretly  relieved  that  their  reaction  was  a  good  one,  not  wanting  to  see  yet  another  wix  come  in  and  agitate  them.  “ i  couldn’t  agree  more, ”  she  responds  with  a  glance  towards  the  kneazle  in  her  lap,  giving  the  creature  a  gently  scratch  behind  their  ear  which  has  them  pushing  into  it  with  a  loud  purr.   “ i  prefer  beasts  to  people,  if  i’m  honest.  if  anything,  i’d  reckon  that  people  are  the  most  dangerous  beasts  of  all. ”  she  shakes  her  head  with  a  huff,  turning  her  gaze  back  to  vincent.   “ and  that’s  coming  from  someone  with  a  dragonology  specialization. ”

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“ i  would  be  careful,  if  i  were  you, ”  aria  warns  when  she  notices  someone  making  their  way  up  to  the  baby  hippogriff  in  the  mini  menagerie,  having  already  seen  the  sweet  little  thing  get  feisty  with  someone  else  who’d  decided  to  get  a  little  too  close  too  quickly. aria  herself  is  sitting  off  to  the  side  a  few  feet  away  with  a  kneazle  curled  up  in  her  lap,  its  tail  flicking  slowly  from  side  to  side  as  she  scratches  gently  down  its  back,  a  soft  purr  emanating  from  the  creature  even  as  its  eyes  track  its  surroundings  with  a  piercing  stare.  “ might  lose  an  appendage  if  you  move  too  quickly. ”

“I have experience,” Is Vincent’s clipped response, though it’s not entirely true. He’s seen hippogriffs in passing, read how they were supposed to be approached, the animal having trust issues–or whatever the fuck–something Vincent could relate to. He bows, avoiding eye contact with the hippogriff before straightening, holding a hand out, remembering the etiquette from his third year in Thiudreiks and the Care of Magical Creatures class. “They’re beautiful,” this time, his tone is much softer, more like he’s speaking to himself rather than to Aria. The hippogriff snorts at Vince’s hand and lays back down, to which Vincent steps away and tucks his hands into his trouser pockets. “I swear, these creatures are better than people,” he eyes Aria and kneazle in her lap, “Don’tcha agree?”

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anthony  had  nearly  forgotten  that  anyone  was  actually  nearby,  given  how  he’d  been  rambling  on,  but  the  sound  of  roman’s  voice  has  his  head  snapping  over  to  the  other,  a  cheeky  grin  spreading  across  his  face  as  he  moves  closer.  he  wastes  no  time  in  wrapping  an  arm  around  roman’s  shoulders  and  ruffling  his  hair,  jostling  him  more  than  he  probably  meant  to  in  his  inebriated  state.  “ aw,  you  think  i’m  cute,  lestrange? ”  he  teases,  making  kissy  faces  at  him  before  giving  a  wide,  exaggeratedly  cutesy  smile.  “ definitely  cuter  than  the  hengist  of  woodcroft,  eh?  i  think  we  could  both  give  him  a  run  for  his  money. ”

a small smile creeps onto his face in response to the slight slur in ant’s voice. roman admires him from a distance, leaning against a tree nearest the statue and doesn’t take his eyes off of him; its hard not to. in his hand, there is a single cup of sweet mead that he’s been sipping from throughout the nice thus far; it’s gotten him sufficiently tipsy. which is why he says it at all. “you’re kind of cute, you know?” and the lack of panicked response from him should key anyone in on how gone he really is. “with your drunken muttering an’ all.”

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the  sound  of  pansy’s  voice  captures  blaise’s  attention,  the  sight  of  the  stationary  designed  to  look  like  ‘letters  to  father  christmas’  causing  him  to  roll  his  eyes  fondly  and  divert  his  attention  back  towards  the  golden  occamy  feather  quill  whose  price  tag  would  cause  the  likes  of  some  wix  ( like  the  weasleys )  to  cringe. “ what  ever  do  you  mean,  pans?  i’m  always  nice, ”   blaise  responds  with  an  air  of  faux  innocence,  before  leveling  her  with  an  unamused  stare. “ no,  i  must  say  i  don’t  prefer  them. are  you  sure  it  wasn’t  old  dumbledunce?  he  does  seem  quite  interested  in  the  slytherins  these  days. though  i’d  think  he’d  be  more  of  a  great-grandfather  christmas. ”

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"have  you  been  naughty  or  nice  this  year,  blaise?  father  christmas  has  asked  about  you,"  pansy  muses playfully,  flipping  through  the  stacks  of  notes  designed  to  look  like  'letters  to  father  christmas'.  she's  been  given  a  bit  of  reprieve  from  watching  the  culinary  club's  bake  off  booth  for  honeyduke's,  so  of  course  her  next  stop  is  tracking  down  one  of  her  longest,  closest  friends  to  bother.  "i  simply  cannot  get  him  off  my  case..  i  think  he  has  a  thing  for  me.  or  maybe  he  has  a  thing  for  you.  do  you  like  large,  white  beards?" @vcritaservm

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“ i  wouldn’t  waste  my  time  getting  a  reading,  if  i  were  you, ”  lisa  scoffs  as  she  notices  the  other  making  their  way  towards  the  direction  she  just  came,  having  just  finished  her  own  reading  and  feeling  quite  upset  at  the  outcome.  “ honestly,  they’re  not  even  seers!  you  think  you’re  just  going  to  get  a  fun  little  reading,  and  they  go  off  and  give  you  some  ominous  rubbish  they  pulled  out  of  their  arse.  proper  seers  don’t  just  give  prophesies  at  random,  do  they?   ‘prepare  yourself  for  disappointment,  you  aren’t  being  true  to  yourself,  you  need  to  learn  to  honor  your  feelings.’ ”   she  mocks  the  reading  she’d  received  in  an  exaggerated  voice,  before  she’s  huffing  with  a  shake  of  her  head.   “ absolutely  ridiculous.  a  bunch  of  bollocks,  is  all  it  is. ”

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“ i  won’t  lie,  i’m  kind  of  glad  that  the  unforgivables  aren’t  going  first  in  the  line  up, ”  fred  mentions  to  the  person  next  to  him  as  he  drums  his  fingers  against  his  wand  where  it’s  tucked  into  the  wand  pocket  fixed  into  his  clothes,  their  anxious  post-gig  energy  causing  them  to  rock  on  the  balls  of  their  feet.  they’ve  just  finished  a  cup  of  tea  from  madame  puddifoots,  but  they  have  half  a  mind  to  get  another,  just  for  something  to  do  in  the  meantime.   “ you’ll  be  watching,  won’t  you? ”  he  asks  then,  turning  his  attention  to  the  other  wix  with  a  raise  of  his  brow,  accompanying  his  words  with  a  charming  upturn  of  his  lips.

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“ have  you  voted  for  the  trifle  yet? ”  blaise  inquires  to  a  passerby  with  a  blank  stare,  holding  out  a  tray  of  pansy’s  trifle  as  well  as  a  stack  of  voting  ballots  for  the  bake  off  towards  the  other  impatiently.  his  expression  is  intense  and  expectant,  as  if  it’s  a  given  that  they’re  expected  to  not  only  try  the  proffered  trifle,  but  cast  their  vote  for  it  as  well.  blaise  isn’t  typically  the  type  to  care  about  the  outcome  of  something  as  frivolous  as  a  baking  competition,  but  pansy  wants  to  win,  and  who  is  he  to  deny  the  whims  of  one  of  his  oldest,  dearest  friends?

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setting,  winter  lights  festival,  scrivenshaft’s  quill  shop.   open,  for  anyone  in  aurelius !   ♡  

“ do  you  think  this  screams  ‘congratulations  on  your  candidacy’? ”  cormac  asks  curiously  as  he  examines  a  fancy  looking  quill,  almost  definitely  the  most  expensive  one  in  the  shop.   “ might  as  well  think  ahead,  y’know?  my  dad’s  for  sure  going  to  nab  a  spot.  i’m  no  seer,  but  us  mclaggens,  we’re  lucky  in  these  things,  you  see. ”  his  chest  is  puffed  out  in  pride  as  he  says  it,  a  slight  smirk  on  his  lips  as  he  glances  at  the  other.

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setting,  winter  lights  festival,  near  the  ice  skating  pond.   open,  for  anyone  in  aurelius !  ♡ 

“ y’know,  i  thought  it  was  a  joke  that  you  couldn’t  bring  drinks  on  the  ice, ”  harry  muses  from  his  place  on  one  of  the  benches  overlooking  the  pond  that’s  serving  as  the  ice  skating  rink  for  the  festival.  he  can’t  help  the  disgruntled  huff  that  escapes  him  before  he’s  taking  a  sip  from  his  mug  of  butterbeer,  staring  out  at  the  skaters  longingly.  “ an  elf  actually  escorted  me  out.  nearly  stole  me  butterbeer!  can  you  believe  it? ”  he  may  or  may  not  have  already  had  a  few  spiked  butterbeers  with  ron  earlier  that  had  led  to  his  sudden  keenness  for  skating  —  not  that  he’d  admit  to  it.

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setting,  winter  lights  festival,  mini  menagerie.   open,  for  anyone  in  aurelius !  ♡  

“ i  would  be  careful,  if  i  were  you, ”  aria  warns  when  she  notices  someone  making  their  way  up  to  the  baby  hippogriff  in  the  mini  menagerie,  having  already  seen  the  sweet  little  thing  get  feisty  with  someone  else  who’d  decided  to  get  a  little  too  close  too  quickly. aria  herself  is  sitting  off  to  the  side  a  few  feet  away  with  a  kneazle  curled  up  in  her  lap,  its  tail  flicking  slowly  from  side  to  side  as  she  scratches  gently  down  its  back,  a  soft  purr  emanating  from  the  creature  even  as  its  eyes  track  its  surroundings  with  a  piercing  stare.  “ might  lose  an  appendage  if  you  move  too  quickly. ”

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setting,  winter  lights  festival,  near  the  hengist  of  woodcroft  statue.   open,  for  anyone  in  aurelius !   ♡   

“ do  you  think  the  hengist  of  woodcroft’s  eyes  actually  follow  you  around? ”  ant  inquires  curiously  as  he’s  stood  next  to  the  statue  of  the  supposed  founder  of  hogsmeade,  his  head  tilted  to  the  side  as  he  lifts  his  mug  of  a  questionable  concoction  he  and  zach  had  made  earlier  as  a  joke,  but  has  been  getting  him  tipsy  a  lot  quicker  than  he’d  anticipated.  “ ‘ve  heard  so  many  people  say  it,  but  i’ve  never  really  seen  it,  meself.  though  i  s’pose  i’ve  never  really  taken  the  time  to  look  too  hard,  given  how  creepy  he  is.  those  old  stone  eyes…  bit  unsettling,  innit? ”