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she cocked her head to the side , eyes slowly looking at the figure across from her . sirius black , in all his glory and in all her misfortune . ayla never faulted the other for their failure of an engagement but she did perceive him as a slight failure in itself . " miserable at most . " she joked dryly , except she knew how miserable every pureblood family was around this time of the year . " and your face has really set the tone of the holiday spirit for me . "
potions was always one of his least favorite subjects. he'd passed the class, but it was so tedious : the need for everything to be perfect so that it could come out just as intended. hearing slughorn go on and on about dream elixirs brought him back to hogwarts & being half-asleep in potions class. until ayla avery saunters into his line of sight. he makes himself the picture of polite company — their failed near-engagement was long ago. speaking to her wasn't a crime. right? ' what would be the holiday spirit response, then ? '
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she sighed albeit dramatically , her sleek locks moving with her exasperated shake of her head . " don't forget my purse , gabriel . " she added . she stared at him for a moment , taking in his words as a slight giggle left her lips . " now if that's how you respond to your bed buddies , i don't want to hear it . "
gabriel's head dips down at the purse she's just thrown at him - because, well, of course she did. he rolls his eyes, albeit playfully.
"alright, alright, i'm coming," he sighs out.
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the corner of her lip twinged up in mild annoyance , a swift turn on her heel has her long locks whipping across his face in a practiced motion ( almost like years of practiced motions ) . " sounds like a liability . " she added in , continuing to walk past those gawking at the display of potions . she hands him her tiny purse , obviously charmed to hold more than it should with the sheer weight it had when it collided with gabriel's hand. she looks back for a moment , " well , hurry up , the fumes are messing up with my hair . "
"hey, it's kind of a spooky type of holiday, so i'd say you're on the right track," gabriel offers with a shrug and a soft smile.
"where to next?" he asks the girl, eyebrows raised, expectant for her reply. he doesn't mind being bossed around by his friend, even going back to their hogwarts days. hey, at least his brain got to take a break. it had been a long shift at work, anyways, with all of the boisterous customers from the festival.
he follows after her, catching up pretty quickly.
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status : open location : the potion-making demo slughorn’s voice wafted through the air as she could see him speaking through her peripheral , she focused on the other speaking to her . their business jargon making it hard to not roll her eyes with each word , her smile was sugar coated , a lack of emotion reaching her eyes with matching nods to set the scene . “ owl me this week , we’ll set up a meeting . ” she ends the conversation , turning on her heel as she saunters through the crowds of listeners . “ dream elixirs are a bit fascinating , how easily could it be turned into a nightmare do you think ? sorry , that wasn’t the most in the holiday spirit response . ”
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growing up festivals like this had always been a gathering for shop talk , she had fond memories of her father talking business in the dark corners of an event that followed with the timbre laughter of men like him with pockets heavy with galleons . she took an example out of his book , talking business with those she represented , networking with families she knew needed good representation ( and half the dodgy solicitors in this town seem to be as ancient as hogwarts itself ) . " wilkes-- " she had cut herself off , a small sweet laugh leaving her lips . " my apologies , it's parkinson now . " bryony had been a year above and nothing special in ayla's opinion , it had been obvious the wilkes had not been as special as they claimed to be and she choked it all down to the details . " tacky as it may be , i'm sure someone will scoop it up if you don't . " she began , her fingers folding the edge of another tapestry with a subtle look of uninterest .
Who: Bryony & Open Where: Samhain Festival, Market Stalls
Bryony had thought long and hard how her re-entrance back into society post-wedding would go, and it hadn't been this damned festival. They were supposed to attend a gala last weekend for one of the many charities she helped out with, but of course, she had been sick and they couldn't attend. And now her husband goes and tells her at the last minute that he would join her later, that something had come up. She was not pleased but she was unwilling to sit at home for another weekend. So here she was, hoping he would come and find her before it was too late.
"The holiday may be over tomorrow, but the season will go on for a while. It wouldn't be particularly tacky to keep this up, would it?" Bryony mused to the person beside her, showing them the tapestry that she had been looking at.
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death was something ayla had never been afraid of , living on the other hand was an entirely different feeling . seeing thestrals had always been a reminder of her formative years ; for a fleeting moment the memory of her father flashes through her mind , a sad yet happy reminder . she squints at the baby thestral , she tilts her head slightly to gage the young creature . she had never been an impulsive being even with something as innocent as a baby animal . " you seem to know your way around animals . " narcissa had been a fleeting face of her past , she often tried to separate herself from the black family in all ways . " what's got you hiding out here ? "
open ! where : thestral night flight .
narcissa had been waiting by the side of the line with the thestrals that were grazing in the grass, she smiled down at the little babies grabbing the treats that she seemed to always carry on hand for the baby dragons. grabbing them out of their pocket they reached a hand out for the baby thestral to take thumb rubbing it's forehead. "honestly, they're very cute creatures." she says looking up, "if you can't see them there's a baby right here." she didn't know if she actually wanted to go on the ride, but this was a far enough place away from her mother and father who were undoubtedly searching for her.
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“ aren’t these beneath you , malfoy ? ” her voice wafted through the air , only followed by the soft clicks of her heels . bent over at the waist as her eyes analyzed the artifacts with a closer look , embedding every artificial detail to her mind before she peered over at the blonde . “ I thought these would be far too mundane for the likes of you . ” she pointed out , her eyes trained on the obvious of the fakes. She leaned back up , her eyes finally levelled with his , “ and here I thought you’d melt surrounded by things so – “ she had cut herself off , letting the other divulge in what she meant exactly . “ then again , I heard you used to be a fan of pieces of junk . ”
𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚂: open | 𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽: zonko's, cursed artifact exhibition
a slender finger slides along the sleek marble of the countertops before him, already coated with a thin layer of dust for special affects. lucius could tell, even to the naked eye, that the so called cursed artifacts scattered around the joke shop were also jokes. pieces of plastic disguised as actual artifacts hidden around the wizarding world. ❝ they have to know they aren't fooling anyone, ❞ lucius says aloud to no one in particular. ❝ although it would be quite the event if someone were to try robbing this place for a piece of junk. ❞
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𝑯𝑬𝒀 𝑯𝑬𝒀 𝑯𝑬𝒀 ! i'm griff and will be writing my lil' crazy -- aylana 'ayla' avery . you can check out her full bio here or her basic bio under the cut !
( kathryn bernardo | cis-female | she/her ) — was that ayla avery passing through diagon alley? those close to them say they remind them of sickly sweet smiles that fill the air with unease, sharp words that corner their prey, bloodied knuckles wiped amongst fine silk dresses, cat-like eyes that prey on those easiest to capture and brilliantly shrewd that she uses it for her own agenda, which i suppose seems to fit that slytherin alumnus. they’re actually pretty adroit, abrasive, and vindictive for a twenty-five year old, but i wonder if it serves them well when working as a solicitor at a private firm. rumor has it that the pureblood has stayed neutral… for now. i wouldn’t have guessed… but this is a conversation we should be having somewhere else.
headcanons –
ayla while has stated she is neutral, she does lean towards the death eaters side. she’s all about playing her cards right even if that means playing the waiting game to see the winning side.
she is a cutthroat solicitor and while her name is known to be this great solicitor, behind the scenes she isn’t afraid to get her hands dirty
she doesn’t believe in people doing her dirty work, she is a lone wolf when it comes to this stuff
while she’s not exactly a good pureblood princess, she knows how to play the field in making people believe she is but she is more known to be abrasive and cold
she has no hatred towards muggles and muggleborns but does find them inferior yet also useful
she’s most definitely morally grey and rather not assign herself to a side but has to play the right parts for her family and the public
as a solicitor she has dealt with ministry law officials far too much and always fights them harder than anyone else, she is brutal with them in court
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❛ 𝒘𝒉𝒐'𝒔 𝒂 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄, 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 . 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒌, 𝒏𝒐𝒘 . 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰'𝒎 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 '𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕 . ⟢
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