a bit of a mess...(open)

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WELL SHE LIVES IN A F A I R Y T A L E

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That little old to do list was weighing Charity down. Every time she crossed one thing off the list she would add another three things. Did she ever have time to just stop and spend time on herself? No was the answer to that. Perhaps it was the result of having twin boys? They had a habit of causing trouble and if it wasn’t them, then it was their younger siblings. Charity sighed as she double checked her to do list. On the Brightside having almost grown up children meant she could entrust them to buy their own school supplies. Sure it was possibly a rookie mistake to give money to her children and expect them to spend it on the correct things, but what could she do? She was rushed off her feet. Not only did she have to purchase a tonne of resources for her classes next year but she had a meeting at the Daily Prophet about her new book.

Charity had always been a hard worker; she had tried to be a stay at home mum when the twins were first born, but she always had to be working in some aspect. She enjoyed spending time with her children, but her mind was always aching to be at work. Charity glanced up from her list; Diagon Alley was packed with Hogwarts students and families trying to get last minute supplies. If Charity had had any sense she would have come much earlier in the summer.

Although the streets were busy there was a sense of urgency about most of the shoppers, a tension in the air, as if they expected something bad was about to happen. It gave her the chills, she quickly put the list back into her jeans pocket. All she needed was a few books and she was done. Clutching at her other purchases she made her way through the tide of wizards and witches.

One wizard who seemed to be in a particular hurry knocked headlong into Charity, her bag falling to the floor and their contents rolling out. 'Damn!' She said loudly sending an angry glare at the wizard who was almost running down a side street. Wizards and witches pushed past her as she retrieved her wand. Honestly she thought, people would think you know who had come for a robe fitting the way people were reacting these days. It was the Daily Prophet that had them spooked. Reports of Muggle killings and the claims that Harry Potter was the chosen one. Charity wasn’t ignorant, she knew something most certainly was not right, but overreacting wasn’t about to solve the problem.

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“Oh Professor, allow me.” A voice answered from the busy street and soon came into full flesh as Arthur Farrow. You know, the gently nice boy who’s a bit cheeky in most of what he says and does. Even his request to Muggle Professor Charity felt like a subtle mocking, if only he included the word ‘clumsy’ between ‘oh’ and ‘professor’. That’s based off tone alone, and unsurprisingly not many catch his twist, so Professor Charity, who’s given Arthur the impression she’s busy minded, may not have either. Who knows though, she’s a clever woman. And that’s a feature Arthur likes; whenever someone calls him out on his ‘shit’.

Bending forward to gather her belongs, which oddly enough even for Arthur wasn’t the easiest task (he even went far enough to trip a fellow student for stepping on his hand! Though, the way he did it was a bit slick. Just as the foot lifted itself off Arthur’s hand, Farrow took hold of the back of this student’s pantleg and jerked upward so the student stumbled onto his right knee thanks to stepping onto his cloak) since despite a person clearly on his knees trying to recover fallen possessions, the public went about in their usual careless manner to either rush off finishing their shopping or flee before anything darkish occurs. Eventually Arthur gathered most of Professor Charity’s material and presented it to her as if he just ventured to mount doom and destroyed the blasted ring once and for all, as a joke.

Despite not being fond of Muggle studies, since he is a Muggle and knows much about his kind and how boring they are in comparison to this wonderfully majestic hidden (arguably exclusive) world, Arthur thought if Charity taught another subject instead, he’d likely get on swell with her. She’s tolerable in spirit and has that motherly effect; alas it isn’t worth the class work. Like, so what if Sammy Sosa hit a homerun? He ain’t no Lundo Bagman who can flippin’ fly on a broom, nonetheless! What’s so interesting about a Muggle anyhow? It’s like, if Arthur found out about the wizardry world and he wasn’t capable of what he is, he’d be envious. You just can’t top cleaning the dishes by a flick of the wand over handwork.

[THE PHOENIX]

WELL SHE LIVES IN A F A I R Y T A L E

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“Oh Professor, allow me.”

Charity had located her wand in her coat pocket; however someone else had already beaten her to collecting her shopping. At least someone had manners she thought, as she focused upon the student who had helped her. She recognised the student to be in the same house as her sons, although she did not know him too well, she sensed he was making fun of her plight. Frowning slightly, she placed her hands on her hips, an eyebrow arching at the young student, she watched as he showed up his kindness by causing quite scene. The unfortunate student, who had been caught up in the malarkey, appeared startled to find themselves amidst some sort of belongings brawl.

If Charity hadn’t been so disapproving at the unnecessary attack, she would have laughed at the situation. She wracked her brain for the name of the student who was helping her. He didn’t take her class, but she had seen him a lot about the school. Farrow, that was the name, she thought as he presented her belongings to her.

Pursing her lips she took the items from him, ‘Thank you Mr Farrow, but was all that entirely necessary?’ she asked sternly. They might be out of Hogwarts, but Charity would still reprimand behaviour she deemed to be poor. He most likely was showing off, the streets had many Hogwarts students roaming about, and she often found students play acted around their peers. She could not deny, though that he had done a tremendous job on locating her shopping among the many busy wizards and witches, who were rude enough to happily barge past them both.

‘I hope you are all ready for this term, it will be a busy year’ she added lightly, peering into her bag to check to see that nothing was damaged. She had purchased some material, which she was planning on making into a new set of robes for Fabien. His old set were becoming slowly worn and she had been meaning to do something about this for a long time. She could not send him to work looking the way he robes did currently. The set weren’t that old, but obviously his work was causing them to be worn quickly, although she did wonder what exactly he was working on at the moment, because obviously it wasn’t office work.

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FORGOTTEN THE TASTE AND SMELL

TAG ! open,
WORDS ! 396
NOTES ! n/a
CREDIT ! DELYSSIOUS !
SONG ! brick by boring brick --- paramore

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