Streets of Hogsmeade

[Pale Mist]

phinelia von ichval



third year - ravenclaw
hermes
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“In the country of the blind, the one-eyed man is king.”
– Desiderius Erasmus
“The haft of the arrow had been feathered with one of the eagle’s own plumes. We often give our enemies the means of our own destruction.”
– Aesop
“There is only one good, knowledge, and one evil, ignorance.”
– Socrates
“If the brain were so simple we could understand it, we would be so simple we couldn’t.”
– Lyall Watson


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The walk of the Ravenclaw was crisp and fast with the crush of light and fresh snow beneath her books. Warmly bound in an autumn jacket, Phi made her way to the meeting place earlier discussed by her and her friends. Ever since not only being introduced to the idea of Ronyo taking tips and learning skill from the very Tamara Radcliffe, but also being introduced to the incredible elder, she had been reeling to put opportunity into place. Ronyo's welcome to meeting her once more and even discussing certain ideas had pressed bright smile onto the redhead's face and eyes that she had carried until the day of the visit.
However, eve that excitement did not seem to be able to win out against the sheer distraction and calling of the shops and fronts of Hogsmeade. So, she had become rather late.
Approaching the familiar white hair of Ronyo Storm now visible on the horizon, she called out in introduction; "Ronyo," stepping with more life she also noticed Tamara's presence already found. If her cheeks were not already pink with chill, they were now with shock and embarrassment. "Hello Ms Radcliffe!" she squeaked in surprise and bowed deeply.

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[Maiya Kajuji]

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Jane walked down the streets of Hogsmeade holding her arms to keep away the slight chill in the air. She was wearing the same thing she had when she had first started school, except this time on top of the colorful sweater she wore a denim jacket. She brushed her hair back and trudged through the snow to they were going to meet. She quickly spotted the white and red hair of her friends standing with a much taller blond. This must have been Tamara. Jane had seen the girl once or twice when she had still been in Hogwarts but had honestly never paid much attention to her despite how well-known she seemed to be. "Hello All" She said in an extra thick accent as she approached the group with a smile.

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[Sir Spazalots]

Austin walked down the street. His cloak wrapped tight around him to protect him from the winds and snow. He looked towards the Three Broomsticks, a determined look on his face. "He better have a good explanation" he said as he approached the store. Its cold out here he thought as he shivered a bit in the snow.

 

[Professor Tahiri]

❤❤ T A M A R A♛R A D C L I F F E

HOGWARTS GRADUATE
￤￤ if you're going through hell, keep on going
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Tamara bowed her head slightly at Phinelia as she joined the group, remembering the red head from the Notts' ball over the summer. She smiled when her head came up and let out a long held breath of air. As she stood there, she was consciously aware of the key she had hidden in her pocket. As she was thinking about the strange encounter, she heard another voice. Another girl approached them, a third year from Hufflepuff. Tamara clearly remembered seeing her once or twice in the halls. As she joined the group, Tamara gave a polite nod and said, "You must be Jane. I'm Tamara. It's a pleasure to meet you." then she turned her head to Ronyo, a smirk on her face. "And Colton is last to arrive." Her hand slipped into her pocket and grasped the key for a moment, then released it. Idly, she began to finger the pendant that hung around her neck.  

[Porcelaine Ivory]

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"That I am." Colton sung, the pace of his breathing illustrating how hard - and exceptionally fast - he had worked to get here. "Hope I haven't kept you long, Tamara...Ronyo, Jane...Phinelia." He nodded carefully to each of the four present, his tongue unintentionally lingering on Phi's full name.

Sinking both of his weathered hands into the pockets of his pants, Colt flashed a brilliant smile, the enthusiasm touching his eyes as he waited for Tamara to lead the way into their conversation. His mind tried to force him towards curiosity, wondering how long they had all been standing outside waiting for him, and wanting to know whether it had struck any as an inconvenience. Knowing he had drawn their timeline out far enough, however, Colton sealed his lips with a smile and waited just as patiently as the other four had been waiting for him.

 

[Professor Tahiri]

❤❤ T A M A R A♛R A D C L I F F E

HOGWARTS GRADUATE
￤￤ if you're going through hell, keep on going
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Tamara smiled when she heard the voice coming from somewhere close to them and approaching fast. Her back was to the Three Broomsticks still, so he wasn't approaching from behind. She turned and smiled again as he approached. "Not long at all, Colton." She turned away from the Three Broomsticks and started walking towards Honeydukes, motioning for them to follow. Speaking in a low tone so only they could hear, Tamara said, "Ronyo, Phinelia, Jane and Colton. I am bringing you in on a secret that not even the owners of the store know. Well, one of several. The one I am revealing now is that the space I rent has been magically expanded." She stopped in front of the sweet shop and turned to face them. "Since I am alerting you, you will not notice the size of the space. But to anyone else, the space will look small and cramped. Now, please, follow me." She walked along the side of the store to a small back door. Taking a key from her pocket, she unlocked the door and stepped in.

{Exit to Honeydukes}  

[Pathological Kisser]

Charlize Murdoch
Owner of Blood Murdoch's: House of Dueling
Theme of the Moment | Thoughts: I’m hot for teacher… | Owl, Pelinore

A wicked smile crossed Charlie’s lips. Turning to him, her body close and her hands running up his chest to his broad shoulders. Tipping her head to the side, her smile spreading ever wider as she let out a pleased ”Mmm” against his ear. ”So you have a big desk up there? Sitting all alone and unused?”

Charlie had never gotten to have sex on a teacher’s desk, with a teacher. But she had always liked the idea. This man was getting hotter by the second. The cool breeze swept her long red tresses out and a chill ran down her spine, making her curl closer to her companion, more than ready to be Apparated to the Gates of Hogwarts. She hadn’t been inside the school walls since she graduated.

”Well, Professor, I’ve been a very bad girl. I think school might be the best place for me.” A spark of excitement sparkled in her eyes. Charlie like adventure and excitement. Since arriving back in London she had been so worried about moving back into her house and getting her dueling range up and running again, dreading running back into one particular fling; a night of well played carnal pleasure was exactly what she needed. And this seemed quite the man to give it to her.

She did have an apartment above her shop just down the street, but it was still getting straightened up. Plans to use it for quarters for a worker or just to rent out as living space had been tossed back and forth. At one point she even considered selling the house that her father had left her and moving into the area above the dueling range permanently. But she couldn’t bear to let her family home go. In any case it was behind closed doors and there was always the floor, but she much liked the idea of the teacher’s desk. And surely he had a bed, just in case she was feeling traditional the second time around.  

[Boku_ha_Ronnel]

Eraz Lupinuous
Instructor of Legilimancy

Eraz was taking calming deep breaths to purge the intoxicants from his system. But even without the alcohol in his body any more he wasn't backing down now, he had already accepted her company and he would not go back on that. His back straightened as his body was cleansed and he smirked at the redhead hanging from his arm.
"A bad girl hmm? I wonder what will be necessary to correct that..." The light from his staff flared slightly as he conjured a ruler and spun it in the fingers of his empty hand. He tossed it up into the air and let the conjuration fade as he raised an eyebrow at Murdoch. "Or will something more... serious... be needed?"
It had been quite some time since he had let himself truly enjoy the company of a woman. He didn't know if this would become a more serious thing - for all he knew it would just be stress relief for the two of them - but there was always a chance. A few charms he knew would help make the night more memorable, and he always had his ace in the hole.
Dark eyes slid over the woman beside him as he evaluated her more thoroughly. She was definitively attractive and a far cry from the one who had given him so many problems in the past. Her frame fit snugly against his side as she stepped closer to him. A spark danced in her eyes - probably thinking about something for tonight unless he was sorely missing his guess. She looked to be a fighter, and his eyes glittered at that thought - having to fight for control would make it that much the sweeter, and he looked forward to it. And if, no when he won that struggle... he growled under his breath at that thought.
But for now the night air was growing colder - accursed Scottish Weather - and while he wasn't bothered by it despite the lack of a shirt, he didn't know if his companion was. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders almost possessively and Apparated them to the main gates.

 

[Porcelaine Ivory]

Deanna hurried down the cobbled lane that bordered each of the shops in Hogsmeade. Her breath came quickly, but only partly because of her rushed pace that blew the skirt of her red sundress behind her as she walked.

It had been almost exactly two years to the day since Dee had seen his face, heard his voice, and most importantly—watched him smile. Today would be the day, she had promised herself that. The last time she had seen Alfons was in a crumpled mess in the middle of her front lawn, and the thought had slowly ate away at her sanity ever since.

Today, she would replace that memory with a new one.

Her breathing slowed only marginally as she approached the dark, pealing paint over which the word "Ollivander's" was artistically scripted in a faded golden scrawl, and she could see that she had arrived before Al.

Leaning against the outside of the shop, Dee crossed her legs and let her eyes wander up to the sky, tightening her long, flowing robes of black velvet around her body as an icy breeze tousled her hair and ran goosebumps down her ivory arms.

 

[Pale Mist]

alfons marcus flint
head potioneer of the most extraordinary society of potioneers





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The noon sun seemed set on keeping hidden and shrouding the below-laying Earth in a slow shifting shadow. The wind that would perhaps have been warm was instead crisp for the summery weather. Alfons Flint found he had to up-turn the collar of his light robes against the element as he noticed his shivering hands. Most of him knew it was the nerves wrecking every part of him as well as the thin hands, but a dramatically stubborn piece explained it as cold. It was almost probable that he was cold; even with the steady gain of healthy weight he was still rather stick thin. He sighed.
He knew Dee would be worried to see him in the state he was in - he wished he could at least appear less worn down and exhausted for her. But wearing a mask made of solid magic now seemed so unforgivable to the concept of their reunion.
His molten eyes glanced over to the clock hanging just across the street from the shop front where he stood. It sat in a chain hold advertising the clock and repair shop. Three minutes till the noon he had specified for the dearest friend he had ever had the honour of having. Every piece of him hated himself for so abruptly cutting the string they had both thought permanent. The pain he had seen flash in her eyes that final second he had seen her last never truly managed to be erased from the back of his eyelids. Bitterly with a mirthless chuckle he wondered just how many people he could manage to hurt because of that woman. Because he still loved her and he still foolishly obeyed the commands and wishes she whispered to the winds. If he was going to find and extinguish her fire, he would keep the smoke contained. Keep it in him where it would destroy what was left of his heart - a heart that should have never loved her.
Sighing through his nose and closing his eyes as he leaned against the glass of the shop window he tried to force his mind to memories. Those of Dee at his side so loyally. So brightly keeping him whole as they spent so many adventures together. His choice of meeting at the Wand Shop had not been without meaning. A rather strong memory - for him at least, and he hoped for her as well - was of the summer spent together and the breaking of his wand. It had been in a mock broom race if he remembered correctly; a game they had created to practice both their flying, their manoeuvres as well as their spells and casting. It was pretty much duelling on brooms and they called it Catch and Cast. His wand - a Red Oak, thirteen inch with a salamander tail core - had been broken in one very impressive cast from Dee herself that had been aimed just a bit too close to her false target. The apologies she ensued were tear-filled and the very same day they were back on the doorstep of this shop where he had received the wand three years prior to recieve a new one. One he had kept in perfect, cared-for condition and protection since the day she offered it to him after paying.
The memory brought a natural warm smile that pushed past the stern mask he always wore. A smile only she could ever bring onto him; every memory of her did.
The sudden click of heals and hurrying breath made his eyes open with a start and glance around. Natural edge set him into defence as his eyes quickly spotted the source of the sound. His throat seemed to constrict at the sight of the very person he was awaiting. The tightness quickly followed through and evolved into a lead lump that no amount of forced swallowing seemed to move. Her choked lightly; unsure whether he had been attempting to speak or simply not be strangled by his own air passages. Fear gripped him like frost to the wall he leaned against. Tasting the pale flesh of his lower lip as her bit into it, finally finding his breath again. Iced into place, his fear-wide eyes did not instantly notice the fact that the worried and anxious woman had not seen him yet. Her was pressed into the wall next to the area to which she had arrived and he wished he could dissolve into the texture of the brick. He swallowed.
He counted how many dislodged pieces of him were screaming for him to run now; take an opportunity and hide from her again. Shelter her from the pain and expectation and lies he always told her. Hide himself and fool himself once more into wishing she had never stumbled on him. Screaming and ready to claw into his soft tissues the words of Run. Run from the pain he always felt was inevitable for the dove when it came too close to the poisonous vine. But what would he be protecting with that course of action; her or himself. Or was he just a coward to the future.
Then, molten eyes again stirred into reality for a second as he realized another cry. One for her; every other piece of him - an amount over powering the other - was so desperate for him. His friend. His light and the soft touch that had always guiding him to a better place. She didn't deserve the pain he had already caused her let alone any more.
Without eyes registering the motion and changing view, he began to step very slowly and silently towards her. Her back revealed in the flattering dress as her head turned and tumbled looking for him. Worry and dark excitement written on the silver eyes he could catch glimpses of from angles. Arms and skilled fingers stained with various experiments of his profession worked to unbuttoned his coat. Take his arms out of the sleeve and bare the weight of it off his form. Stepping then with the addition of sound to his step to warn her of his approach, his whispered words met the air left between them as the fabric of his coat touched her exposed shoulder. "It is cold, Dee. Bundle up." A warm and a so desperately happy smile already plastered on his face and in his sad eyes for when she turned and he finally could see her once more.
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yew || the flint estate || office

 

[Porcelaine Ivory]

The sudden sound of footsteps served as an electric shock, freezing Dee's body in place as the reality of the moment set in. For one and a half seconds she hesitated, her eyes on the approaching shadow, watching as it grow larger in larger in comparison to her own. The idea of seeing his face again, hearing his voice, it had all been so fictional to her, so unimaginable until this moment.

As her heart ricocheted violently between her breast bone and her rib cage--like an explosive impatiently waiting to go off—the woman, slight in size but massive in imagination, half expected to see the 17 year old boy she had graduated with from Hogwarts as she turned to greet his approach.

Just as she should have expected—if she had not already allowed her imagination to take flight, she was met with the same dark-haired man who had fled from her son's birthday party in shambles just over two years ago.

No—not the same.

This man had dark purple circles under his eyes that usually accompanied a dangerous lack of sleep, and his overall countenance had a weathered look about it that made for an uncomfortable contrast between his apparent age and the reality of it. Even his weight had changed, his body profile was now much leaner, which hinted subtly at neglect when one factored in his slouched shoulders, so clearly weighed down by exhaustion and an imbalance of energy output that seemed to far exceed what he was getting in return for his long, sleepless nights that she could only deduce was a result of working too hard while eating too little.

The gleeful moment Dee had promised herself was only momentarily delayed as she took in Al's appearance from a stranger's standpoint. However, once she looked deeper and saw the brightly burning emotions he so readily displayed in all of his features, her facade quickly mimicked his.

"Al..." She didn't know what to say. The months of torturous absence and unknowing emptiness had left her with no expectations, and yet she still couldn't help but throw her arms around him instinctively, completely ignoring his remark about the weather for the time being. She hardly even registered the fact that his skin felt noticeably cooler against her own, despite her own exposure to the cruel and unusual afternoon wind that had swept discretely into the valley throughout the course of the morning, dropping the summer temperature and advecting a light, misty fog that shadowed the ground across the street.

Finally, her arms still encasing the man's hardened torso, she managed to whisper the main question that had been rattling around in her relentless mind for far too long, letting the wind carry her words to him effortlessly.
"Where have you been?"

 

[Pale Mist]

alfons marcus flint
head potioneer of the most extraordinary society of potioneers





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Her arms seemed just as tightly wrapped around him as her smile wrapped itself around his chest. Swelling the heart he sometimes questioned to such size it squeezed at the inside of his ribs in the most welcome pain. His own arms immediately found her shoulders and torso as well and captured it desperately. Clinging to the first happiness he had felt in over two years - suddenly so starved of it at the knowledge he could have it back he would never let it go again. The pangs similar in vicious need as those of a sudden explosion of hunger once a bite is taken and swallowed into an empty stomach that did not realize it was empty until it had contrast. His throat caught itself in taking in a breath he did not realize he was abstaining from; nearly gasping at the return to reality - this reality. A reality with her - and the sudden seizure of his ever sense. Touch, smell, sight and even taste assaulting him with every fine detail and broad fact of Deanna Raines. Setting it to memory in every precaution of being lost without her once more; even when nothing had been forgotten.
Alfons clung to her, pushing against every instinct of burying his face in the crook of her neck and inhaling everything he could. Forcing himself against devouring each molecule that made her up; simply holding her with a grip so tight he was afraid of hurting her. Her words suddenly cut into his miss of vibrant senses and receptors and he realized her hold on him was also a death-grip. He eased himself instantly and gently pushed her closer so he could keep momentarily from her knowing eyes. Eyes of such cunning silver that the man knew he would have almost felt the tangible reading she would have managed if she saw his features at that instant; fear was first. Her question - so pure in its confusion so long held and need to know - cut him raw and afraid. Where had he been? Away. Far away from home and name and face and any bonds of a familiarity of what could be called, however loosely, a reality. Locked just as much in his head as he had been in his office and in the work place provided by the Caesars. Deeply chained to the bottom of a pool of cold water that threatened to drown him but never did; drops of water tickling his throat but never entering. A pool of knowledge he was constantly finding and looking for even with its imposing doom. It had flooded when he thought it would absorb.
He had been everywhere he could have placed himself that would not make him step outside the numb shelter to face the excruciating pain he knew awaiting him because of his own actions.
So fear had been first, followed by horror, caution and emotions turned rawer and rawer as they followed they lost everything but their affect.
Alfons had to fight himself harder than he could ever remember having to to keep himself from sobbing into her in broken laughter. So he took a breath after that year-long second of silence he had entered following her whispered question and straightened himself. Placing his clinging fingers on his shoulders and gently pushing her in front of him. Warming molten eyes - not fully cleansed of that pained emotion brought by the question and the abundance of possible answers - staring into sharp silver before his thin lips whispered in turn, "Away, and being back has never felt so perfect."
His eyes closed in a worn tiredness he did not try to hide form her - everything he was showing her was so raw and honest. Each natural impulse to slip back behind a mask again - where it was safer, easier, so much less true - was immediately dismissed. He would show her something he had never shown anyone else: his face. His truth and his demons. He would finally show someone, and everything would be truth.
"I owe you so much," he suddenly cracked in dark tones, eyes beginning to lower with the weight of shame, "But let me start with an explanation." His words faded into his small gesture towards the Three Broomsticks. Securing the clip of the coat he had draped over her shoulders before pressing her again towards the invitation of entering the tavern.


[EXIT TO THREE BROOMSTICKS]
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yew || the flint estate || office

 

[Porcelaine Ivory]

Deanna's smile flourished at Alfons' delayed response, though when he pulled her back, she saw something in his eyes that had never been there before.

His eyes, like molten rocks, seemed to have aged more than any other part of his body. As they looked down upon her, they revealed knowledge, exhaustion, and dark secrets, but more important than anything--they no longer held the unknown. His emotions—the wariness and the weariness—were all put out on display for the first time since she could remember.

Even at Hogwarts, Al had always seemed to have some sort of underlying agenda that he preferred not to talk about. Of course she had never cared, she had cherished their time together and that was all that mattered. But now, after everything that happened, things were different. She needed that explanation, and when he offered to give it to her, she didn't argue.

With a small, abrupt nod, she tightened his coat around her and let him lead her into the warmth of the humming tavern.

 

[Pathological Kisser]

Bursting forth from Honeydukes with a giggle, Hildy had ahold of her friend’s hand as they hastened through the quaint wizarding town. Chase’s instructions had been sufficient, though she had been nervous about going without him. But his new role as ‘Prefect’ made him dreadfully dull. Much to his own dismay. Especially when she had told him that it was she and Belle that were sneaking out. She had no clue what interest Chase had in her friend. Whether he simply admired her pretty face, or liked that she was from a rich family. Perhaps even that she was Hildy’s friend and to some degree, forbidden fruit. Especially coupled with the fact that she was seeing Devin. In any case, Hildy did enjoy torturing him with the knowledge that he couldn’t go with them on their night of disobedience.

But Hildy needed out of the walls of Hogwarts. Vast as the castle might be, she was beginning to feel claustrophobic in the same castle as Remington Nott. She needed fresh air and a healthy dose of wild abandon. The first trip to Hogsmeade was too far away. She and Belle were dying to go to the dueling range and by Merlin’s beard, they were going tonight. Hildy wanted to blast away her feelings and then perhaps work on some actual dueling techniques.

”Straight to the dueling range?” She asked breathlessly, turning back to her friend. She had never been to a dueling range and heard some less than savory things about the owner of Blood Murdoch’s. But as one who had also been the source of much gossip and speculation, she didn’t bothering listening to much to what people said. ”Or are we shopping first?”

Hildy did prefer to go to Murdoch’s first, just in case they were caught and sent back to the school. But assuming they had a night to themselves, she wanted to head to the joke shop to buy something for Chase. If only to taunt him that he missed their fun.  

[Essy ze Ninja]

So you wanna call me the devils' advocate
But you don't even know the half of it
I was raised to believe in miracles
My life is so cold

Third Year, Slytherin Seeker
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Giggling, it had been a hard endeavor to suppress the amount of joy that began to penetrate and burst through the surface all the while through the enigmatic and ever-changing corridors of Hogwarts castle. The school, uplifted within all of its grandeur would always become a welcome sight for her, still precious and dear. It held so even more fondly as she finally tiptoed through the scarcely lifted hidden passage that crept from beneath Honeydukes—

And then they were free.

Laughter finally sifted through the open night skies as they ventured in the shadows, weary of any forlorn professors seeking the aid of ale in the midnight kiss of sky. Up above stars twinkled fiercely and without hesitation, purpose burnt into their searing eyes. ”The Dueling Range, definitely. We’ve been everywhere else before, my da’ only lets me watch at tourneys, and they talk a lot about the owner here.” None of which, she motioned with the casual sidelong glance, she truly cared to repeat. Besides, the thought daunted her, she didn’t have any coin to be shopping with, if she hoped to partake on the range.

”Wonder if she’ll even let us in, oh bugger, was that one of our professor’s going into The Three Broomsticks—can’t tell.” She tried to peer over the shoulder of her friend inconspicuously, though truly failing in any and every intention. ”Suppose we should hurry, hm?” She decidedly wondered, her gaze skimming across Dominic Maestros, Sprintwitches Sporting Needs, and Wiseacre’s Wizarding Equipment, before finally setting her sights on the peeling red sign that read: Blood Murdoch.

”There,” her British tongue chimed, ”That’s it, isn’t it?” She squinted in the darkness, but even without, discerning the black lettering from the red sign would have been near impossible to distinguish if she hadn’t known it was there and saw the flickering outline of the lanterns surrounding them.

Location:

Hogsmeade Streets

Desires: Practice

Troubles: Past Curfew