Alexa made her way home after her work had ended; she’d gotten a few wands made that day - her favorite having been a wand made from black walnut wood with unicorn hair as its core, - but she’d started feeling a little off, so she’d braved the opportunity to ask to leave once she’d met her quota. She was careful during her walk, she knew how dangerous things were at this point, but she was eager to rush into the safety her home and Dean provided, the latter’s comfort being what she wanted the most in the moment. They’d been together since their Fourth Year at Hogwarts and, despite having several problems in their relationship during their school years thanks to a certain John Winchester, they’d come out the other end, strong and determined to last - and they had. As she entered the house, she closed and locked the door behind her, peering around. “I’m home,” she called out, curious to whether Dean was home yet or not - considering how busy he’d been lately, it wouldn’t surprise her at all if he was still out, but she was hopeful that he was home, just wanting to see him. Setting her bag down, full of her wandmaking tools, she used her wand to magically pull her hair back into a ponytail as she headed to the kitchen to work on lunch.
Sam had arrived home not even ten minutes ago, having wanted to beat Aries home - though he also wanted to go meet her and bring her home himself to make sure that she was safe, but he knew that she likely wouldn’t be alright with that. He knew she hadn’t been feeling well lately, though, so he wanted to try to at least make sure that she wouldn’t have to worry about too much once she got home. Admittedly, he was worried about her - he worried about her often and he couldn’t deny that, ever; she was everything to him, he loved her more than he could say and he was grateful for her existence, for the fact that she’d agreed to be his all those years ago at Hogwarts. Grinning with the thought, he tried to focus, cooking her some soup in hopes that it would help the upset stomach she’d been having lately, wanting to do whatever he could to make things easier for her. She made him happy - happier than he ever would have been without her in his life, and he never let her forget it, especially since she came from a negligent family like his own, and he never wanted her to feel neglected with him around. He always wanted her to know how much she meant to him, how much he loved her, especially in times like these, because she deserved all the happiness in the world, and he intended to make sure that she got it.
When Caelie began traveling the world to discover and study magical creatures, she’d never expected to actually move away from America after falling in love. And, yet, here she was, with no intent to return to America and every intent to spend the rest of her life with the man she loved with all her heart, David Lassiter. She was still in shock that somebody like David had chosen her - she wasn’t the most collected person, often forgetful and distracted, but David brought her the strongest sense of stability, and she was grateful that he’d wanted her as much as she wanted him. Chewing on her lip, the young woman carefully climbed onto a stool to search the top of one of their many bookcases - all littered with her magical creature books and his books on theories about obliviating - and pouted when she couldn’t find the book she was searching for - a book David himself had given her, because it hadn’t been a required text at Ilvermorny. “David,” she called, “Do you know where the Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them book is?” She’d barely gotten the last word out before she’d felt a slight wave of dizziness, causing her to grip to the top of the bookcase - it wasn’t the first time she’d experienced it lately, or the occasional bouts of nausea - and she had a suspicion of what it was, but she hadn’t brought it up with David yet.
Remus sat at the table in the cottage he lived in with the most wonderful woman to exist in his life, Rosie Thorne. He’d known Rosie since she was a Seventh Year, when he’d been teaching at Hogwarts, and she’d held his heart from the moment he met her. The fact that they’d been together since they both departed from Hogwarts that same year was something fantastic to Remus, and Rosie was somebody that he wanted to hold onto forever, if she gave him the opportunity to do so, because she was the brightest sense of hope that Remus knew existed, that he had in his life, especially in the dark times they were dealing with presently. Knowing how important she was to him, though, also reminded him of how easily he could lose her, how easily she could become a target; he’d lost many friends, people who’d meant the world to him, who’d been family to him, and he was well aware of the gaping hole that loss left in a person - he himself was full of them, and he’d reminded Rosie of it quite often, worried that she deserved so much more, so much better than him, - and he knew that, if he lost Rosie, he wouldn’t be able to recover. Frowning gently with the thought, he stood from his spot at the table and went to search for the woman, smiling gently when he found her in their shared room, and he leaned against the doorframe as he watched her. “Busy, love?” he asked her gently, taking her in, amazed by her, always finding her to be the most pure form of perfection to exist.
Luvinia yawned quietly into her hand, feeling a little more tired than usual - an odd experience when faced with the fact that she made a living of working with caffeine. Currently, she was at her job, waiting for her shift to come to an end so that she could go home, with the knowledge that Fred would show up at the shop before long to pick her up, anyway. Smiling with the thought of her fiance, the man who had captured her heart since the day he’d wandered into the coffee shop and spoken in such a strange, adorable manner, she leaned against the counter after serving the latest customer, though the shop hadn’t been all that busy today. She had managed to catch some people talking about ‘mudbloods’ and such earlier - in the past, she hadn’t known what that had meant, but the month prior, when Fred had proposed to her, he’d explained magic and the wizarding world, and she was able to understand more of the conversations that had been spoken since then. It was the first time she’d heard ‘mudblood’ being spoken in the shop, though, so she made a mental note to bring it up with Fred, just in case it was something to worry about, but things had otherwise been calm, and the shop was already emptying, just a few stray people coming and going.
George busied himself with closing the shop with his brother before he pocketed the keys and grinned over to Fred. “Alright, I’m off,” he mentioned, holding his hand up to his brother, intending to go meet Frenchie at her work, just to make sure that she was safe. “Don’t wait up.” The sooner he could get to Frenchie, the sooner his heart would feel whole again, and he knew the moment he saw her, his anxieties - the anxieties he felt throughout the day, every day, - would dissipate, at least until they had to part ways for work the next day again. He’d known Frenchie his whole life, really, and she meant everything to him, she always had - and that was proven by the fact that he’d asked her to marry him, and he had every intention to make her the happiest woman in the world, no matter what it took. With a wave to his brother, George apparated away, appearing in front of Frenchie’s workplace and, grinning to himself, he tried to ignore the worries he felt with the possibility of something having happened; it was a feeling that often plagued him, but he had the highest faith in Frenchie, more than certain and aware that the love of his life could fend for herself and take care of herself. Regardless, the anxiety still bubbled in his chest and, to ease it, he made his way inside, hoping to find her quickly so that they could go home and relax in each other’s arms.
Eloisa had spent much of the day at St. Mungo’s, having gone there because she’d been suspicious of a few things she’d been experiencing lately - nausea, for one, especially when it came to just smelling food, and lightheadedness, and fatigue. She’d been suspicious of what it was, but she hadn’t wanted to bring it up to Harry yet; for the past year, ever since a pregnancy scare they’d had the year prior, they’d been trying for a pregnancy, and they’d had three pregnancy scares since that had come to nothing, so she hadn’t wanted to bring it up, only to get his hopes high and for them to both end up disappointed with a negative result. This time, though, they’d seemed to luck out - although not at the best time, considering everything that was happening - because the doctor had given her the confirmation of a positive pregnancy. The moment she’d gotten the news and had been released, she’d gone straight home to wait on Harry, pacing around the living room with excitement and nervousness, eager to reveal the news to the man who’d waited years for her, the man who made her happy, and she hoped that the news made him as happy as she was - that this made him as happy as he made her.
Louis had just gotten off work and, with a slight smirk on his features, he made his way to Isadora’s, deciding that paying her a visit was certainly worth doing. While there wasn’t an established relationship between them, Louis had the tendency to gravitate more towards Isadora than he really cared to admit. They did have a sexual relationship, though, and Louis enjoyed spending time with her when he could - and it was why he was on his way to her home currently, because he had nothing else to distract him from spending time with her and, whether they engaged in anything sexual or not, he simply wanted to visit her. Of course, if things got intense, who was he to turn down such a thing? Grinning slightly with the thought, Louis ducked his head as he walked, mentally entertaining the idea, but aware that it didn’t always come to that - and he wouldn’t complain if it didn’t, he never did. He and Isadora were close friends, after all, and he knew that there were certain boundaries that were put in place on occasion when Isadora wasn’t in the mood for anything intense, and he respected those boundaries, because he respected her, even if he didn’t always seem like it. She was always an important part of his life, and he had no intention to ever let her think otherwise. When he arrived at her home, he made his way to the door and knocked, waiting patiently for an answer from her, hopeful that she was already home, though he didn’t mind waiting for her to arrive. Isadora was, quite possibly, the only person Louis had ever been patient for, because she meant that much to him, and he hoped she was aware of it.
Maya climbed off Taehyung’s bed, having spent the day with him, since they’d both had the day off and, grinning over at him, she began to get dressed. “You should get up, love,” she chimed teasingly, winking over at him as she straightened her clothes once she was fully dressed before she climbed back onto the bed, just so that she could lean over and kiss him for a moment. “Can’t stay in bed all day, we’d be sitting ducks if something came up.” She made a face with the thought, aware that, while she was joking, it was actually quite possible in the world they lived in now, with all the troubles surrounding them. Shifting, she stood back up, stretching her arms out above her before she ran her fingers through her hair to try to detangle her hair a bit. In all honesty, she didn’t expect to be where she was with Taehyung now; they’d only been meant to have a one-night stand, one and done, and move on, but they’d falen hard and fast for each other after getting to know each other afterwards and, now, she didn’t want to give up what she had with the man who’d become her boyfriend since that first night. Grinning with the thought, she chewed on her lip as she peered over at him. “Are you hungry? I can fix something, if you want.”
Derek entered the home he shared with Lydia, smiling to himself, looking forward to spending time with the woman he adored with everything in him. “Lydia,” he called out as he wandered further into the house, closing the door behind himself, “You home, love?” For as long as Derek had known Lydia, he’d loved her, and he couldn’t imagine what his life would be like now if she wasn’t by his side, if she wasn’t his. She made him determined to hold onto his morals, to everything that was good within him, and he couldn’t thank her enough for that, wondering if she was aware of the effect she’d had on him since the day they first met. Grinning with the thought, he peered around, his heart swelling at the sight of the home they shared, because the fact that they’d come this far was the most wonderful thing, because they’d done it together - they’d gotten through everything together and he had all the faith in the world that they would continue to do so, that they would always do so; even with everything going on around them know, he knew they would get through it, because they had each other, because he had her. He could hear movement coming from their bedroom, though, and his heart swelled as he made his way up towards the room. “How was work?” he called as he walked, “I imagine it could have gotten busy with the new school year about to start.”
Rosalind sat on Luke’s bed, just taking solace in the fact that Luke’s scent filled the room, even in his absence. Luke and his family had gone to Diagon Alley already, but Rosalind couldn’t go along - as a muggleborn, it was too dangerous. All she could really do was wait for his family to return home, though she knew Luke would probably be staying at the Leaky Cauldron overnight, so she and Luke had said their goodbyes when he left today. While he’d only been gone for an hour or two by now, her entire being missed him already, and she knew that going the whole school year without seeing him as often as she was used to seeing him was going to be painful. She was lucky, though, that she had him, that he loved her, and that she could stay with his family when she didn’t have a family of her own, especially with all the dangers around them. Climbing off the bed, she went to grab one of the shirts Luke had left, changing from her shirt into it before she climbed back onto the bed. While she felt a little naseous, she curled up on the bed, pulling the shirt over her nose a bit to inhale Luke’s scent, her eyes closing as she attempted to get some rest.
While Namjoon was aware that many of his peers were spending the last few days of the summer break at Diagon Alley, he was instead spending his time at home, with his girlfriend, Kate, his parents having gone to retrieve his supplies. They both knew that she couldn’t return to Hogwarts this year, being a Muggleborn, and while their relationship had only truly started over the summer, he was in no hurry to part from her, not even for a moment. Currently, they were in his room, and he held her close to him on his bed, his hands rubbing her back gently because he knew that she hadn’t been feeling well lately - another reason he didn’t really want to leave her. “How are you feeling, love?” he asked her gently, peering down at her, his hand reaching to run his fingers through her hair gently, just wanting whatever contact he could get with her, his expression softening as he watched her, wishing that he could just stay there with her, worried about what could happen to her while he was gone. “I’m going to hate leaving you.” The anxiety bubbling up in his chest, he squeezed her gently to his chest, burying his face into her hair, trying to use the scent of her shampoo, the feeling of her in his arms, to chase away his worries, to remind him that she was there, that she was safe, even if only for now. “I wish I could just abandon school this year, stay here with you, keep you safe.” And, he’d never wished for anything more, because she was his everything, and he knew he wouldn’t survive losing her.
Raylene sat in the silent cottage, her fingers curling nervously in the fabric of her shirt. Draco had sent her here to keep her safe - since Muggleborns wouldn’t survive outside for long - but the silence and loneliness she felt when he didn’t pay one of his rare visits often left her at a loss for what to do, contemplating too much, worrying over him, over her friends. It didn’t help that she was becoming suspicious of her current health, because she’d had more than a few days worth of nausea lately, and dizziness on top of it. Lifting her hands to run her fingers through her hair nervously, she listened to the clock ticking away on the wall, the sound of it just reminding her of the time passing, and she couldn’t remember when the cottage wasn’t silent. Giving up on trying to calm down, the girl stood to her feet, making her way to her room instead, hoping that perhaps the silence of the cottage would lull her to sleep - she knew she needed it, too nauseous lately to get a good night’s sleep, and when she wasn’t nauseous, she was worried, and she hated it, just missing Draco, missing her friends, wishing she knew whether everybody was safe and alive.
Calum and Lexi were at the Leaky Cauldron, the two having opted to share a room, and he brought in their things before peering over at her, offering a small smile while he took in the sight of the beauty, still amazed that she’d agreed to be his, that he had the most gorgeous being in the world as his girlfriend. “Alright, I think that’s everything,” he mentioned with a nod, looking around to their trunks, “Mum and Dad managed to get all of our supplies, too, so I think we’re all set.” And, it meant that they could relax for the rest of the day until they’d have to leave for the train the next day, and he was looking forward to just spending as much time with Lexi as he could, especially since they didn’t really have anything to distract them from each other - and he couldn’t help but to be grateful for the opportunity to just be with her as much as possible. “So, now that we’ve got everything we need, what do you want to do, love?” He looked over at her, wanting to leave the decision up to her, because all he wanted, all he really needed at all, was to be with her, spend time with her, enjoy her presence, relish in her existence - and he was looking forward to every moment of it, because he knew that, with the darkness in their world, they were lucky to have what they had, and he planned to cherish it, always.
Lora peered around as she and Scott walked through Diagon Alley, though she stuck close to Scott, unable to ignore the nervousness that welled up in her. She wanted to say it was because of the occasional dizziness she’d felt throughout the day or even blame it on the nausea she’d felt that morning, but she knew that it was because they were all very aware of what was going on in the wizarding world. Chewing on her lip with the thought, she tried to breathe out, working through her concerns quietly. “Maybe we should head back to the Leaky Cauldron, Scott,” she mentioned quietly, peering up at him. They’d already gathered everything they needed for school, really, their arms full of the textbooks for the year, and they’d only really remained in Diagon Alley - in the Leaky Cauldron - because it would make it easier to leave the next morning rather than having to travel their from their homes again and risk the chance of missing the train. Still, as she watched Scott, she knew she was safe with him, that she always would be, and she loved him for it, for giving her that sense of belonging, of safety, and she couldn’t thank him enough for it, really.
Stiles’s eyes wandered through Diagon Alley as he and Nora walked, his arm carefully but protectively around her as he held her at his side. “Think this year will be any good?” he asked Nora eventually, peering down at her, mostly wanting to make sure that she was okay, that she was comfortable. Diagon Alley was as busy as usual - surprising, considering everything, but Stiles wasn’t about to complain. It made it feel more like normal, like things weren’t as bad as they all knew they were. But, with that thought, he squeezed Nora a little closer to himself, chewing on his lip, trying to ignore the anxiety that built up in him with the thought, not wanting to show his concern to Nora. Instead, he nodded to one of the shops, trying to get his mind away from anything that might make his concern show. “How about we give that shop a look?” he suggested, offering a small grin, arching a brow, “I don’t think we’ve seen that one yet. There might be something worth getting in there.” But, really, he just wanted to stay near Nora, make sure she was safe and okay, because he adored her more than he could tell her, so he didn’t really care where they went or what they did, so long as he was with her.
Claribel breathed out quietly as she and Isaac walked, her gaze taking in those they passed. She’d clasped Isaac’s hand tightly in her own, just wanting the contact between herself and her boyfriend, aware it grounded her better than anything else ever could - that he grounded her so easily, and she was grateful for it. With her strict family, it was easy for her to get lost in her own thoughts and anxieties, and she knew Isaac had his own issues with his father, all too aware of how awful his father was, and she knew that she and Isaac had always been able to rely on each other, in the best and worst of times - it was partly why they worked so well as a couple, because they trusted each other and could lean on each other when their problems caught up to them. In a time like this, she wanted to bring up her most current concern, her nausea and lightheadedness, and she wanted to voice her suspicions, worried that she might be pregnant, but she knew it wasn’t the right time or place to have a conversation like that, so she swallowed her words down and instead offered a small smile up at Isaac. “Think we can get something to eat?” she asked quietly.
Yoongi sat in the Leaky Cauldron with Nicole, sitting close to her, guarding her in case anything happened. As Slytherins, he knew that many other students wouldn’t be happy to see them, considering everything that was happening, and he was determined to keep Nicole safe. While their parents had made an arrangement for them to marry, the arrangement having been made when they were both 13, Yoongi truly did love the girl, and they’d made their relationship official in more ways than one - and he had no intention of ever letting anybody cause harm to her, as long as he could help it. Shaking his head with the thought, he leaned back in his seat as he finished his meal, and he peered over at her, taking her in for a few long moments. “You doing alright, love?” he asked her gently, leaning over to brush her hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear gently before he leaned to kiss her temple, having no qualms showing his soft side to the gorgeous girl who held his heart within the palms of her hands - he was sure she, of all people, knew every side of him better than anybody else could ever dream to, anyway. While the relationship had started out as an arrangement, he was grateful that they’d both fallen in love with each other, in the best ways, and he couldn’t thank Merlin enough for the fact that he had her in his life. “Eat as much as you want. The moment this place gets busy, we’ll probably have problems.” He frowned with the thought, examining her, but tried not to worry too much, certain that Nicole could hold her own any day.
Amie was peering through a sweets shop with Ashton, trying to remind herself of why she loved being a witch so much, despite everything that was going on. She’d spent the summer with Ashton and his family, since her family had fled the country to hide, and she hadn’t wanted to leave, wanting to stay with Ashton, because he made her feel safe, and she didn’t want to just abandon him. “Ooh, is that a new flavor?” she asked, pointing towards one of the sweets before she peered up at him with a small grin. She’d opted to get something sweet because she’d gotten a little dizzy earlier and she figured maybe she needed a sugar boost, and she’d already picked out something, but she was waiting to see if Ashton wanted anything, really. Still, as she examined her boyfriend, she chewed happily on her lip, just glad that he was there, that despite the way the world was turning out, they had each other. “Maybe we should get something for your brother and your sister and your Mum?” She arched a brow in curiosity, wanting to find some way to thank his family for letting her stay with them. “As a thank you, maybe?”
Michael wandered through Diagon Alley with Delilah, peering around, taking everything in, though he found his gaze drifting to Delilah more often than not, because she was the most amazing sight to him. Anybody who ever disagreed clearly didn’t have proper eyesight, in Michael’s opinion, but at least it meant that they wouldn’t go after Delilah, and that worked in his favor more. Considering how rocky their friendship had been over the past few years because of Michael’s ex, Michael was grateful that they were on better terms now, that they had something amazing between them, because he loved her - and, thinking that, he couldn’t help but to grin before he nudged her gently. “I’d suggest checking out the broomstick shop,” he mentioned quietly, aware there was always a new broomstick to examine and talk about, “But I’m not sure there’ll be anything new.” Or that Hogwarts would even be holding the Quidditch games this year, considering everything. Regardless, he tried not to think about it and instead threw his arm around Delilah, drawing her close to himself. “So, since that option is out, does anything catch your eye, love?” He arched a brow in curiosity, not caring where they went or what they did or what they looked at, so long as Delilah was right there beside him.
June 27th, 2019 at 11:53pm