valesco ; a harry potter rpg

WHO: Vivienne, Nicola, Holden, Kera, & Jake
WHAT: Still at the restaurant
WHEN: Less than an hour since the boys' disappearance

( He’d said he’d be back. )

WHO BEXLEYS
WHAT HELLO? Look at us
WHERE Auror training pit arena thing!

( 'Did you get to the part where we’re caught necking in the loo?' )

Nicola was the start, the middle, and the end of the most wonderful part of Louis’ story. He saw a beautiful future for the two of them, a vast landscape of wonder, excitement, and love. Shining like the jewels around her neck and the glimmer in her eyes.

Perhaps it was candlelight, but Louis would swear it was the natural aura and magic of his wife.

Just thinking the word brought a smile to his face, and his grin widened as their dancing feet stepped into a the perfect moment for a twirl. Their guests let out a sound of appreciation and Louis pulled Nicola back into his arms, most definitely an improper hold for a waltz.

“I am ridiculously happy,” he said. His eyes were bright with love and the bubbly drink they’d toasted with. “Deliriously so.”

♥ ♥ HELLO?! ♥ ♥

To Madam Pomfrey, Jake Bexley was the perfect example of what a good patient should be. What a good student, a good child should be. The hospital wing matron was more than happy to recall Jake as the Gryffindor he once was, and honestly, it didn't feel too bad to fall back into those shoes. A sweet smile got him extra snacks, she gave him the fluffiest pillows and he even managed to get her to provide the same sort of comforts to Kera. It was a charm he'd thought he had lost years ago, and it helped make this past week go by just a little faster.

He was currently situated in a chair beside Kera's bed, a quick smile up at Pomfrey in thanks for giving the two of them some privacy. By the potions' measurements, Kera should be waking up from her magically induced sleep with the next few minutes. It had been for the best; Bonaccord had done a swift job at keeping the Dark Magic at bay, but they'd had no idea how long it had truly been seeping into her body. Her time under magical healing had to take that into account, and it was why the students of Hogwarts had gotten an extra week plunked onto their spring break; the halls of the school may had been contaminated too.

Maybe they'll proclaim an unofficial holiday after her.

A light rustling snapped his thoughts back to attention and Jake pressed his elbows to this thighs. His smile picked up as Kera's eyes blinked open.

"Yes, you're at Hogwarts."

WHO: THE BOYS
WHAT: EXPLOSIONS! WATER! CRYING!
WHERE: DEEP BELOW HONEYDUKES...

( I feel like that time we got locked out of Hogwarts during *that* rainstorm )

WHO: WHO?!
WHAT: DEALING WITH THINGS!
WHERE STILL HONEYDUKES

( It wasn’t silence, but the quiet that fell around them was daunting. )

WHO: Who do you think?
WHAT: Still stuck in Hogsmeade, still dealing with a lot of baggage
WHERE: Honeydukes, to be specific

( The storm’s shifting! )

Adian couldn’t say how long it took him to stand up again, but when he did, he retreated to the back of the shop. What had happened… was happening to Kera… how? Had she---? Had someone---? A long, distracted search of the little building provided no answers. Adian found no signs of a struggle, no forced entry, no magical residue - no one else was here but them. The only thing he found was Kera’s cloak buried under a layer of ice on the roof. But what good would that do now? How had she gotten sick? Why hadn’t they got infected?

They had to get out of here, didn’t they? Yes… before something worse happened.

He looked down at Kera’s cloak clutched in hands, a frown etched onto his face. He was stuck in the backroom, unable to return to the main area where he had left Louis, Jake, and Kera. Maybe it would be better if he stayed on this side of the wall, he wasn’t sure if he could… handle…

Adian dropped his shoulders and knocked his closed fist against his forehead. Spineless, he was spineless for---!

What was that? Adian spun, thrusting himself toward the doorway at the sound of rustling in the other room. Was that---? He froze when he saw Kera’s feet twitch where they lay over Jake’s legs, her inhaling a great breath. Was she---? He stayed on the opposite side of the doorway, unable to move any further.

WHO: The bros + Kera
WHAT: 2ish hours after this
WHERE: Honeydukes, Hogsmeade

( 'Insane middle of the spring blizzards too boring for you?' )

WHO: A motley crew
WHAT: There's a storm a brewin'
WHERE: Hogsmeade
WHEN: Now!

( Now it’s a fucking party. )

❧ ❦ ☙

( table arrangements )

Jake made to push the front door of the flat open, but it got caught, wedged against a tower of boxes. Heavy boxes, at that, and it took a little strain to slide them enough away for him to slip inside Kera's flat. He shut the door behind him and looked about, finding the living quarters unrecognizable in its half-empty, half-box-tower-filled state. Did this method of packing have some sort of rhyme or reason? It had to, yeah?

Maybe.

"Kera?" Jake called out.

He'd asked her to move into the house in Dorset a few weeks ago, only two, really, and it was a strange, but exciting time. He hoped the twisting in his chest was of excitement, of only excitement, but Jake knew his nerves were wrapped up in there too. Ollie had put pressure where there needed to be pressure, but it still didn't alleviate how big of a literal and metaphorical move this was for Kera and himself.

It was why he was being extra careful with it all, no deadline, no timelines like he put on himself. Things like this happened naturally, yeah? Jake, being careful even with his stepping about the boxes of the living room, put a hand to the back of his neck as he wondered how he could be of assistance.

"Are you here?"

The rain pelted her wand’s umbrella-spell and she couldn’t help but feel as if the end of the heat wave could also possibly be the end of the other madness her week had endured. Vivienne stood at the bottom of the Madley’s front porch steps, brow furrowed at the sight of the open front door.

Something’s not right.

She shared a dubious glance with Jake. What kind of former Auror and mother of two left the door open and unlocked? It didn’t seem right.

“Iris?” Jake called into the house, wand at his side. He put his other hand out to tell Vivienne to keep back. “It’s Auror Bexley, are you home?”

He stood straight, his head tilting back and forth as if weighing his options.

“I’m going in,” Jake said. He pointed his wand at his chest and his civilian clothing dissolved to reveal his Auror robes. “She might not have heard me with the rain, but...stay out here.”

“Not a problem,” Vivienne muttered, and flipped up the hood of her rain cloak before dropping her umbrella-spell to have her wand handy. Jake nodded before taking his first few, slow steps into the house.

He could be absolutely right, Vivienne thought as Jake disappeared from sight. The rain was pelting down and it was rare to have silencing charms strong enough to block out the weather; who didn’t like a good thunderstorm? Vivienne twisted her wand in her hand as she gazed about the yard, thinking it looked plenty kept, nothing out of the ordinary. On an ordinary, rainy day, where would a mother and her little ones be? Vivienne thought...well, her parents hadn't spent much lazy time (or time in general) with her, but she knew Miles and Mira were prone to lie-ins with the children when the weather (or the mood) called for it.

Vivienne stepped back and into the front yard to try and get a look at the windows of what she assumed would be the master bedroom of the house. The shades were open, which was a good sign, and she pressed up on her tiptoes to try and see more over the porch's overhang. She managed, just a glimpse, of some movement.

But it wasn't Iris, it wasn't Brad. It was someone she'd never seen before, stalking back and forth between the windows and he stopped----

( She dropped flat on her feet and rushed up the stairs, slipping past the front door. )

WHO: Vivienne Lufkin and Jake Bexley
WHAT: He's uncoded the parchment
WHERE: Her flat!
WHEN: Evening!

( ...it was even stranger to think that her lack of memories was the least of the matters.  )

WHO: Jake Bexley and Vivienne Lufkin
WHAT: Early morning run-ins
WHERE: Ministry of Magic
WHEN: Today!

( Badly enough to forget a trip to East Berlin? )

WHO: Jake and Adian!
WHAT: GOSSIPING WOES
WHERE: Jake's house in Dorset
WHEN: today!

( Okay, I can’t talk about myself anymore, what’s going on with you? )

Who: Jake and Kera
What: so many things, so many emotions #GROWTH
Where: ministry!
When: RIGHT NOW

( I don’t know how long I’ll be gone, so I wanted to see you before I left. We should snog in that alley up here. )