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[aperfectthird]

audio; open →

I thought I would go to the Hall of the Missing today, if anyone would care to join me for the excursion. I will be there around seven. Thank you.

text; locked to pepper, rapunzel, and setsuna →

Charlie McGee asked me to get in touch with you in regards to providing fireworks for her wedding. Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes has an extensive selection, and I am certain we will be able to find something to suit the occasion.

action; the hall of the missing →

[It's around seven, as he'd said earlier in the day, and Percy is waiting outside the Hall of the Missing, coffee in hand to ward off the chill of the early evening. He checks his pocketwatch for the time, deciding he will give any potential companion another ten minutes before he goes in. He'd like to go alone, but he's not sure it's the wisest course of action, considering all the people he knows who will be in there. With someone else there, it will allow him to make it about them and shift his focus off himself.

In the meantime, he mentally sorts through his to-do lists for the next day, categorizing into City Solutions, the Wheezes, Passione, and home, and tries not to let himself feel the trepidation at how long each of them are.]

Comments

[audio]

[aperfectthird]

Nearly all of them.

[There's a tracing of real sadness below the words.]

I hope it's not the same for you.

[audio]

[claimyourself]

No, not yet, luckily. But I'll come meet you, and you can show them to me, if you want.

[audio]

[aperfectthird]

Certainly, if you'd like.

[There's a beat.]

Two of them even have strikingly green eyes.

[audio]

[claimyourself]

[That piques her interest.]

Casters?

[audio]

[aperfectthird]

I don't believe so. As far as I know, they're just a witch and a wizard. Mrs. Potter was Muggle-born, though, so perhaps there was something else in her lineage.

[audio]

[claimyourself]

Not a Caster, then. We can't have children with Mortals. Anyway, I'll see you there.

[audio]

[aperfectthird]

Of course. Around seven. Until then.

[get some action]

[claimyourself]

[And at the appointed time she shows up, looking a little lost until she spots him and moves to meet him.]

Hi.

[get some action]

[aperfectthird]

Good evening, Lena. I'm glad you could make it.

[He nods to the door.]

Shall we, then?

[claimyourself]

Sure.

[She gives him a tentative smile, wondering how he'll react once he sees friends who are gone.]

Do you visit here often?

[aperfectthird]

I've never been, actually. I suppose I never felt the desire before.

[They enter. Percy nods, awkwardly, to the man at the front desk, who's wearing an all-black suit and watches them intently as they pass by. At a fork in the hallway, he looks both ways, then at Lena.]

Any preference?

[claimyourself]

[She looks both ways, thinking that if her boyfriend was here, he'd instinctively know which way they should go. But since it's just the two of them, she shrugs.]

Not really. Are they divided a certain way, like by last name or when they came here?

percy is not a very good finder :C

[aperfectthird]

I've no idea. Er - let's go right?

[It seems as good of a choice as any.]

not like ethan. :3

[claimyourself]

Right works.

[She starts walking that way.]

How's the shop doing?

not like ethan at all. :C

[aperfectthird]

It's doing really well. With Halloween coming up, there's a lot of interest in some of the more, ah - macabre? pranks and tricks in the shop. The fireworks are always a big seller, as well.

[He stops in front of a portrait of a lovely young woman, her face somber. He gazes at it for a moment, a flicker of sadness in his eyes.]

That's Angela. Did you ever meet her?

not everybody can be that amazing, sad but true

[claimyourself]

[She studies the face, then shakes her head.]

No, I never did. What's she like?

[aperfectthird]

She was ... opinionated. She had her thoughts on an issue and she couldn't be moved. She was close to Ginny, too; they ran Passione together after Cinna left.

[It doesn't seem appropriate to tell Lena about how they believed themselves to be engaged and set about making a prenuptial agreement, and how happy he'd been during that day. He had truly believed himself to be in love with her, and her with him. He keeps it to himself.]

[claimyourself]

[She smiles a little at that. Angela sounds a bit like her, once she's made up her mind.]

She sounds great. And she might come back; you never know.

[Lena reminds herself to check up on Percy often, so if she goes home next, he'll have lots of pleasant memories of her to look back on.]

[aperfectthird]

Perhaps.

[Even if she does, she won't remember. He tries not to think about that, though, and leads Lena on. There's more faces - familiar and not - before they come across a particular section that he stops dead still in front of.

The twins. Ron. Hermione. Professors McGonagall and Snape. Lily. Harry. And others - a red-headed young man who seems familiar, a dark-haired young man with a steely stare, and a horribly familiar woman with dark eyes and wild curls.]

These - are the people from my world.

[claimyourself]

[Well it's easy to see who the Weasleys are!]

Your brothers.

[It isn't a question, and she smiles softly.]

What's it like? Coming from a big family? I have cousins, but no brothers or sisters.

[aperfectthird]

It's ... chaotic. You're never alone, which can be a blessing or a curse. But you never have the chance to be lonely, either.

[claimyourself]

Usually when my extended family gathers around me is when I most want to be alone. But you can be lonely anywhere, even in the middle of a crowded room.

[She looks thoughtfully at a portrait of a bushy-haired girl, not willing to elaborate on what she means.]

Who's this?

[aperfectthird]

That's Hermione.

[He's glad to change the subject, too.]

Hermione Granger. She's my younger brother Ron's girlfriend. That's him.

[He points to another portrait, of a young man with red hair and the same spray of freckles as the rest of the Weasleys.]

[claimyourself]

[Lena needs to stop getting her emo germs all over everyone.]

I can't decide who looks more like you: the twin brothers, or Ron.

[She looks between the portraits with a contemplative look.]

And what about the rest from your world? Do you personally know them all?

[aperfectthird]

Not all of them.

[He points to a pretty red-haired woman with green eyes.]

That's Lily Potter. I barely remember her - she died when I was quite small. And them -

[He gestures to the red-haired man and the young man with dark hair and intense eyes.]

They seem familiar, but I don't know them at all.