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Jul 2, 2021 12:24:51 GMT -7
Post by james sirius potter on Jul 2, 2021 12:24:51 GMT -7
I've got chills down to my bones With a weight above the clouds that built your throne It was nearly March, and James had yet to visit the island the Ministry still spoke about. Although he could see it was of the highest priority, it seemed that no amount of incessant chatter in Bianca’s ear had helped his case. But, Bianca and a few others had really taken charge when it came to this—this many weeks since the New Year, and finally, the Ministry had a perimeter set up. That had been part of his jealousy and frustration, watching his colleagues and friends in the Auror and Interpol departments, even select Hit Wizards be able to participate and Bianca mostly leading that charge. Truthfully, he’d expected Krum to be at the head of that charge, but he hadn’t said anything out loud.
He’d been asked to participate in a critical assignment, escorting the High Druid from Hy-Brasil. As James tried to prepare himself and gather some background, he’d seen that she’d already also visited the island with Karkaroff and Oliveira but was returning to London. James pushed open the door to the pub and stood to the side to allow Fae to walk through. It wasn’t particularly crowded yet, despite it being a Saturday. ”This is my father’s pub, I don’t think he’s here at the moment, but we can stop and rest here.” James let the door close and lead her to a booth on the side. The entire time he had spent trying not to stare or be in awe of the High Druid, or at least try not to run his mouth and ask her a hundred questions about Hy-Brasil or the island.
His eyes shifted closer to green in the dim lighting, almost similar to his father’s but not entirely. And they scanned the pub for a few reasons: looking to see his father happened to be in today, surely even the Druids had heard of Harry Potter. Second, to see who was tending the bar—he had a bit of an awkward relationship with one of the bartenders, and lastly, to see who the patrons were. James' hand never strayed far from where his wand was holstered, in case it was needed.
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Jul 3, 2021 13:09:09 GMT -7
Post by fae iona cloudbreaker on Jul 3, 2021 13:09:09 GMT -7
▲ Keeping the pomp and circumstance to a minimum whilst being in London was tough, almost exclusively because her guardians and friends within the Ministry wanted to make a show of it all. Despite living on the mainland more than she had, they seemed to lack discretion at times. Had she been visiting for a meeting with the Minister, who had been actively avoiding her correspondences for months now, it would be a different story altogether. But to say that was new when it came to the Ministers of Magic would be her lying to herself. She had gone through four of them already, and only the previous one had ever seen genuine in her interest about the going ons of Hy-Brasil. It was a shame that Fae felt like the Ministry was trying to take advantage of her good nature and relaxed governing, though as of late they had seriously been treading on her toes more and more. Yrisle was only half of the issue, and the slow expansion of aurors onto the island, in the guise of guarding researchers and students alike, showed that the mainland government had very little interest in leaving the druid’s island once everything was said and done. A handful of trained professionals was one thing, but there was no one inherently evil trying to enter Hy-Brasil and the more mainlanders there, the more the animals would continue to be uneasy. Their vigilance seriously disturbed the ecosystem of the island in a way that the disappearance of the barrier could only rival. Her current trip was scheduled so that she could meet with a supposed Seer – a woman that had apparently prophesized the arrival of Yrisle months before it actually did. That wasn’t until tomorrow though, and her early arrival was so that her contacts within the Ministry could get paperwork out of the way and set her up with the security that she really didn’t feel like she needed. The loud, smoggy London atmosphere seriously clashed with what she was used to, and it always brought back the fact that she felt like the city choked her out the entire time she was there. Her security detail (at least that was physically with her and not the two that were following from a distance), was a lone hit-wizard, which was explained to her as someone who was allowed to do whatever was necessary if trouble arose. Somehow that was different than the aurors and Interpol employees she had been working with recently. The hit-wizard, a James Potter, was definitely younger than she was but brimming with confidence. She wished she could still have that sort of attitude, especially as of late. Everything was stacked against her and Hy-Brasil, and she was starting to wonder if it was her fault. There was always the voice in the back of her head saying that it was her fault for being born in January and disrupting the natural order of everything. As far as the druid’s records went, no High Druid had ever been born in January until her, and now it seemed like their entire world was on the verge of collapsing. James held open the door to a pub that they were going to be staying at for a while, as he stated it belonged to his father. She assumed that meant it was a safe haven of sorts, though why anyone would want to go after her was quite beyond her knowledge. If she was killed, the cycle would simply continue on to the next person. There was zero incentive there, and nobody but she and the Council knew about Merlin’s Staff, which she was still dragging around despite being in her modern muggle clothes (she found these relatively warm considering how uncomfortable they were). The pub itself had a few people sitting around, though her presence didn’t draw the usual stares that normally followed when she was in her High Druid garb. Walking through the Ministry for meetings always presented a problem because she stuck out like a sore thumb. Apparently the disguise she had been forced into worked well enough. Taking a seat at the booth James led her to, Fae glanced around the room. The only thing that seemed out of place here was her and the staff, which was wedged into the corner of her side of the booth at an awkward angle due to the size of it. “There is a very comfortable aura here,” Fae commented. “The town around here as well.” While modern, it definitely felt like it pulled at a magical essence than some of the places she had been before. This Godric’s Hollow they were in was better than London by a long shot. She already wasn’t looking forward to going back tomorrow to find the Seer there. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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james sirius potter
HOGWARTS ALUM HIT WIZARD
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Jul 10, 2021 3:11:08 GMT -7
Post by james sirius potter on Jul 10, 2021 3:11:08 GMT -7
I've got chills down to my bones With a weight above the clouds that built your throne They had blended in as well as they could. Fae carried a staff with her, but James hadn’t asked any questions about it despite his natural curiosity. He’d been told by Bianca and countless others that this was an important assignment and a diplomatic one at that and James knew to take it seriously, well as serious as he could. Naturally, he’d written to his sister about it as she asked him questions about his work at times. Albus would likely already know, they had the same boss afterall. The main questions that popped into James’ mind regarded the island and why it was there? What kind of magic existed? And why did some come back with that haunted look in their expressions? But, he’d held his tongue on that topic as perhaps there was a more natural way to brooch the subject.
At the Ministry James didn’t receive any answers either and the Minister’s office had been infuriantingly quiet about the whole ordeal. Why would the leadership stay silent on such a topic when they had devoted so much in terms of Ministry resources towards it? It didn’t make sense to James and more and more he found that the Department Heads were really the true figureheads in terms of visibility. If his Aunt Hermione was still alive and Minister this whole thing might have been handled differently, but that still only ensured he would have been kept off the island in any case. Fae finally spoke after a moment of silence as they made themselves comfortable. There was a dual purpose to popping by this particular pub.
First, it was a safe space as his father had set up enchantments himself and the employees were all known. Second, if Harry did have a chance to stop by he could meet Fae himself. But, as much as he would have liked for that to occur his primary focus was to escord and protect her. A small grin crept upon James’ face, this was home afterall. ”I was raised here.” James responded happily. ”Its been home to a lot of magical families for generations.” His neighbors as a boy had been the Bainbridges and McLaggens among others. ”While we’re here, would you like something to drink? Or eat?” He could already feel the invisible glare of his mother and grandmother and forgetting his manners with a guest, but his always racing mind also brought another thought into mind again. ”Out of curiosity, did you happen to see the Minister?” James hadn’t seem him for sometime, maybe if Fae had seen him it could provide some insight on what he was up to.
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Jul 10, 2021 14:08:06 GMT -7
Post by fae iona cloudbreaker on Jul 10, 2021 14:08:06 GMT -7
▲ Being raised in a pub certainly seemed like an interesting way to grow up, unless he meant in the surrounding community. From what had been explained to her about the area before she was whisked away by James, it was partially inhabited by magical families though had a smattering of muggles still as well. She found it absolutely fascinating that they could seamlessly blend in with their non-magical neighbors, though she supposed that most witches and wizards found the druid lifestyle of living with magical creatures just as interesting. The only difficult part was trying to keep herself from saying something out of line, as she didn’t know if the other patrons were muggles or not. Being responsible for breaking the Statute of Secrecy as a leader of an entire community would bring the wrath of the entire magical world down onto them. They were under enough fire by the Ministry as it was for absolutely no good reason as far as she could discern from the correspondences she had held with the newest Minister thus far. “I am supposed to have a meeting with him at the end of my stay here, though if past arrangements have taught me anything about him, it will be rescheduled. Our Council had made quite a bit of headway with Minister Granger. It was horrible to hear that she had passed,” Fae stated solemnly. The former Minister seemed to have actually cared about open communication, and while Fae realized that the woman had much more on her plate at times, she was still accommodating to the worries of the druids. During her time, the only other one that had taken time out of their day for that was Minister Shacklebolt, right when she first became High Druid. James asked her if she wanted anything to eat or drink, and she nodded her head. It had been a long day so far, and despite doing very little on her end, it had drained her considerably. Taking this break before whatever came next on her schedule (or over the next few days) was absolutely necessary. “I will take whatever your recommendation is. For both,” she accepted the offer. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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HOGWARTS ALUM HIT WIZARD
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Aug 22, 2021 22:31:26 GMT -7
Post by james sirius potter on Aug 22, 2021 22:31:26 GMT -7
I've got chills down to my bones With a weight above the clouds that built your throne James did his best to maintain a neutral expression. As a Ministry employee, it was probably not the best look to speak ill of the Minister of Magic in front of a foreign dignitary. He could already see the look in Bianca’s eyes if he did so, even if she likely wholeheartedly agreed with him. But, the Druid mistrust of the government was not a new thing—and James could more or less understand why. Unfortunately, when his Aunt had passed away, forward momentum on that relationship had halted.
But at least here in Godric’s Hollow and this pub, he was happy to hear confirmation that Fae felt comfortable here. It was what he’d hoped, rather than the busy hustle and bustle of London. The Leaky Cauldron was full of all types, as would be any other pub in London, really, and a few were popular hotspots for werewolves which would probably not appeal to the High Druid of all people. Fae mentioned his late Aunt, and James nodded, swallowing to clear the immediate lump in his throat. ”Yes, it was very important to her.” James reiterated, even if he’d never known the details outside of the fact that it was just merely being worked on.
It was dissapointing, even for James, to hear that Krum would pusn off this issue. But, that just seemed to be his trend. The paper’s had also caught on, or at least through Cade’s guidance. Whether that was for the Order or general public knowledge? James couldn’t be sure, at times he felt he was kept at arms length because his opinions were so strong in areas where many disagreed with him. He made a mental note to check in with Brigh again soon and the progress on Phoenix Rising.
James waved down a waitress who gave them both a friendly smile, easily recognizing Harry’s son and an obviosly important guest. ”Two Butterbeers, please.” He would start with that for now and he could guage Fae’s reaction. ”If I may—can I ask what you think of this Island that’s appeared?” James knew his role was supposed to be limited, but he couldn’t help himself to ask. There’d already been a scathing review of Krum in the paper that day. Surely she’d seen it as well.
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Post by fae iona cloudbreaker on Aug 25, 2021 20:45:36 GMT -7
▲ This was the first she had heard about Minister Granger's personal opinion on the matter of druids and Hy-Brasil outside of official work. Fae typically kept her mouth shut on the matter as well, outside of meetings with the Council or Ministry employees of certain importance of course. Minister Krum differed from the rest, and where there were some faults and slowness from his predecessors when it came to dealing with her, they at least made some sort of an attempt. Even Minister Weasley, in her lack of leadership ability and weird aloofness in her position, made some sort of effort towards trying to understand. Yet here she was, in a pub with a security detail because the Minister of Magic couldn't hold true to the schedule they had agreed upon. She didn't like giving up, but she knew what a lost cause was when she saw one. There was very little ministering going on currently, and it showed. All of her conversations that were of any sort of quality as of late had been done with department heads and the likes, who actually knew what was going on and how to act upon it. Considering she could win some over due to that, it seemed to be working out in her favor. As long as she treaded carefully and made sure to not push too far without final approval from the Minister. The last thing she needed to do was completely alienate the entire mainland government. Continuing with her disgruntled words on Minister Krum and the way he ran things wasn't the most appealing look for her, and while the run of the mill mainland witches and wizards had no clue who she was, it still came across poorly in her opinion. It absolutely would come back to bite her, whether from word of mouth to the Council or by her own inner voice. Butterbeers were ordered by James, and Fae immediately remembered that those were the sweet drinks that she always heard the students taking about when they visited the island. Personally, she had never had one before. Despite its name, she was positive that there wasn't any alcohol in it. Besides, the two of them probably weren't to be drinking when there was business to be done later in the day. The question James asked immediately after placing the order, though, was definitely not what she had expected. Was this an inquiry on his own merit, or something he was asking about so that he could report back to his superior? In the few brief seconds it took Fae to contemplate how she should answer the question, she decided that it ultimately didn't matter what she said, because she was going to be straight forward in her approach no matter who she was speaking to about it. "Yrisle, the island that you speak of, is not a place to be trifled with," she explained in a lowered voice. "It does not fall into the natural order of this world and oozes magic far beyond any of our capabilities. If I am to be frank with you, we should be doing everything within our capabilities to put the island back to where it once was, and to never bring it up again."MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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james sirius potter
HOGWARTS ALUM HIT WIZARD
222 posts
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Sept 18, 2021 11:43:14 GMT -7
Post by james sirius potter on Sept 18, 2021 11:43:14 GMT -7
I've got chills down to my bones With a weight above the clouds that built your throne The fact of the matter was that all the Ministers that James had ever known had been either family or incredibly competent—his Aunt had been the best of both worlds. His father had told him about her efforts when they were in school to help house-elves, and her work after she left school was also along those lines. Finding common ground and building a new relationship with Hy-Brasil seemed like the perfect task for her. ”Minister Granger—my Aunt believed that the Ministry had too many old laws, rules, and policies that don’t fit in today’s world. I’d like to think most would agree with her.” There would always be the previous generation of holdouts. People who did not want change wanted to hold on to that idea of magical purity that made them unique.
It was an easy trap to fall into as a magical individual. But the lack of peace in the wizarding world made it easy for weak rulers to appear and take the reigns. It didn’t take long for the Butterbeers to arrive, and James grinned at the waitress. ”Thank you.” It was a favorite drink among all generations and, at least for some, somewhat comforting as well. Fae didn’t answer his question right away, and James took the opportunity to sip on his own Butterbeer. ”Please let me know if you don’t like it, I can ask them to bring you something else.” He offered as well. The last thing he wanted to do was forget his manners. But afterward, her answer made him pause. It was much like Claire’s warning the previous month when he’d asked about the Island. Basically, stay far away if you can. But then, about a hundred questions filled his head, and he had to stop himself from asking them all at once. ”Is it possible?” James found himself asking, tone lower than before.
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Post by fae iona cloudbreaker on Oct 31, 2021 22:02:10 GMT -7
▲ Minister Granger was his aunt? Fae suddenly felt horrid for how clinically she had just spoken about the woman. James barely even reacted to her comment, and while there was nothing truly wrong with the way she had mentioned it, she would have used quite a bit more tact had she known. Though the way he talked about her seemed to be an accurate representation to how Fae remembered her. That said a lot about who she was as a leader for the mainlanders, and on an individual level as a decent person. Accidents like the one that had taken the Minister were freak occurrences, a sick game perpetuated by fate and the gods. There were often times where too many situations and events played out in ways that were simply too obvious to go unnoticed. The death of Minister Granger and the implementation of her successor truly spoke to the way the Ministry functioned, and on a philosophical level regarding higher powers. Or maybe it was just magic. She didn’t want to pretend to be the sort that understood that and needed it to be expertly displayed in front of her to say one way or the other. “My condolences,” she said rather stiffly, in her official speaking voice. If James could do that under the circumstances, she would match him. That was only fair. “I am glad that I knew what she was truly like then. This line of work has a habit of chipping away at the souls of even the strongest witches and wizards.” Had the Council been an elected group of officials or served life terms similar to how she did, she had no doubt that Hy-Brasil would be a drastically different community than what it was today. While it wasn’t completely unheard of for a Council member to be picked repeatedly over the years, it was the concept that anyone could be picked in order to have their voice heard that she enjoyed the most about their system. It kept things more cohesive and community driven. Even when they got on her case about staying around for festivities following rituals or religious days, she still preferred their method of election over the lifelong careers that Ministry officials cemented themselves into. There were some mainlanders that spoke about dealing with the High Druid prior to Root, which meant they had been working for at least three decades in the same, boring office job, all the while trying to get druids to conform to political agendas that wouldn’t benefit them in the slightest. The backhandedness of so many of them certainly didn’t win them any favors with her. She wanted to continue discussing Minister Granger, maybe hoping to gleam a fond memory from James, but the waitress returned with the butterbeers and Fae had been too busy talking about Yrisle to take a sip yet. The sickly-sweet smell of butterscotch hit her nostrils the second the pint was placed in front of her, and she watched the froth bubble over the lip of the glass excitedly. This was far better an experience than discussing the ancient history of a potentially cataclysmic island of raw, magical power. The point of living was to try new things, or as she had heard some of the druid children repeat from their mainlander counterparts, ‘you only live once’. Quite the powerful statement to make, though the only examples she had heard it used for were concerning follies like jumping off high rock ledges in the ocean, or racing to the tops of trees within the Wildwood. “Thank you,” Fae mirrored in her response to the waitress as she fit her fingers through the handle of the butterbeer pint and slid it towards her. The perspiration had already welled up on the bottom of the mug nicely, leaving a trail behind it as she moved it closer. “This is my first time,” she explained as she lifted the pint to her lips, at first surprised at how frothy the froth actually was. There were very few drinks on Hy-Brasil that could achieve such a frothiness to actually be considered a froth, but this here was indeed one. Maybe even the greatest froth she had ever seen (there weren’t many other drinks to compare it to, her own experience within mainlander pubs being this place and maybe one other). She wasn’t sure why she had always expected the bubbles to be fizzy, so it was a surprise when it came across as more of a smooth cream than a tickle. Butterscotch wasn’t her favorite flavor in the world, though she had been gifted a pouch of butterscotch flavored hard-candies as a tip once when she was still a visitor guide, and she had made those suckers last far longer than they probably should have. Butterbeer being a drink made solely to taste of butterscotch was absolutely more upfront in its taste, and her first sip was what she assumed those candies to have been like if she melted them all down to liquid and drank them that way. It was far from being an obscene taste on her tongue but was certainly a new experience for her. Calling it a potential indulgence was too soon for her though. Fae contemplated James’s question about the feasibility of sending Yrisle back whence it came. A great question, no doubt about it, though even she knew that doing so would be surmountable, potentially the likes of which hadn’t been seen by magic-kind in decades. One didn’t simply tell a magical island to go away and never come back. As far as she was aware, there wasn’t even any written documentation readily available about the last time this had happened. “Maybe. I would guess it depends on how hard the island fights back. It was done once before, though the methods of how that transpired have seemingly been lost to time.” A potential question she had for the contacts she was meeting during this trip was regarding whether she, or an associate, could have access to records regarding Merlin and ancient druid interactions. Fae doubted such a thing would exist within Ministry recordkeeping, the more likely solution was that it would be buried inside the records halls back in Hy-Brasil, but it was still worth a shot. She was beyond playing the wait and see game when it came to Yrisle. Another sip of her butterbeer was taken as she thought about her response a little more. There were things on Yrisle that scared her; things that had no reason to exist beyond the shores of the island, or even at all for that matter. Her own experience there was enough of a wake-up call that she knew it needed to either be destroyed or locked away again. The promise of research and adventure that floated amongst the mainlanders directly competed with her view on the situation. Overall, it was frustrating that the Ministry couldn’t see how dangerous it was to allow Yrisle to exist. “I would not suggest going there if you are given the opportunity. There are too many unknowns about it still, despite what some seem to think.” Fae didn’t hide her disgust in her words at all, already feeling comfortable enough to say what she wanted around James. At the end of the day, even if he was an agent of the Ministry, she had no problem repeating everything she was telling him to the Minister. If anything, this was practice for whenever that happened. If it even happened at all. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Post by james sirius potter on Nov 2, 2021 19:19:34 GMT -7
I've got chills down to my bones With a weight above the clouds that built your throne James nodded slightly, he didn’t want to linger on the topic for too long as it brought up emotions for him, and he was sure it would always elicit some kind of response from him. He cleared his throat and smiled. It was heartwarming to hear feedback and praise for his late Aunt, along the same lines of how highly he viewed her. James wasn’t naïve, however, to think that she wouldn’t have enemies. Politics was a far more dangerous game than even the situations he ended up in as a Hit Wizard. James opened his mouth to speak, but the waitress arrived with their Butterbeers. The sight never got old as he looked at their mugs, and he couldn’t wait to take the first sip.
However, he waited for his guest to try her beverage first—he had to make sure she was comfortable, which also meant making sure that if she did not like the butterscotch drink, he would find something else for her. ”Again—if you don’t like it, I can ask for something else. It’s not a problem.” James waited eagerly before taking a sip of his own Butterbeer, cleaning the extra froth from his upper lip. Fae considered James’ question, the one he hadn’t really meant to ask, but he had spoken before he could stop himself. Bianca would probably roll her eyes at how many questions he was asking, but he’d never been the type to sit still or not engage in small talk if he could help it.
It was that friendliness he’d always seen from his grandparents and the extended Weasley family. Gestures such as his Aunt Hermione and his grandmother easily welcoming Ariadne into the fold despite her family lineage and the stories they told him that let James be so open. He listened intently, taking more sips of his Butterbeer as the High Druid so easily spoke about this island. James found himself nodding and staring at the wall behind Fae for a moment in thought. ”I’ve been warned not to visit by colleagues who have.” He explained, remembering Claire’s distinct warning and even his father’s demand that neither he nor Albus visit. Not that the Ministry would have sent his brother or even his cousins from their respective Law Enforcement departments. ”And I’ve heard…rumors.” James paused, remembering what he’d seen and noted from Order meetings. ”Well—the island left them with…side effects.” James wasn’t sure what else to call it. But, while he was grateful that she was so open to answering his questions, James didn’t mind changing the topic either.
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Post by fae iona cloudbreaker on Nov 2, 2021 21:01:34 GMT -7
▲ “It is very sweet,” she reported from across the table after taking another long sip of the butterbeer. Aside from those candies that she remembered once having, there weren’t too many foods or drinks on Hy-Brasil that could compare. If they had a tap of butterbeer at The Flaming Wand, she was sure it would get more business than it currently had. There were more days the windows were shuttered than not, and she couldn’t exactly blame the owners. Any customers they did get were researchers coming to the island, and often times they were out in the woods or along the coast for so long that they didn’t even want to think about drinking at the end of the day. That was their loss though, because the Wormwood wine was exceptional, making the mainlander version pale in comparison by a lot. “But I like it. This is the sort of thing that older druids would come back and tell stories about after getting a job on the mainland or visiting the school,” Fae explained. “My own time here has been restricted to the grounds at Hogwarts, and now meeting rooms inside the Ministry, so there has been very little time to experience things on my own.” Going from being extremely sheltered on Hy-Brasil to getting tossed across the channel to deal with an international crisis wasn’t how she had envisioned she would see the world, but here she was. Sitting in a normal mainlander pub drinking one of their most renowned beverages made up for that though. She was surprised that her warning wasn’t new to James. If there were those within the Ministry already quietly spreading the idea that Yrisle was dangerous, then some of her work was already done for her. Obviously there would be divisions within the government that would act as stalwarts for the Minister and that would be the real battle for her. As for these rumors, she wasn’t quite caught off guard by what James said next. People were leaving the island with things happening to them. While her own experience a month prior had left her feeling ill and drained by the magical assault that the island attempted on her, she was still normal. But she could see how going too far into the unknown there could result in long term problems. The island was dangerous. It was as simple as that. For some reason the Ministry couldn’t comprehend that fully. If people needed to die for them to figure it out, then so be it. She didn’t want to be the one to say that she told them so, but she absolutely would if there were losses of life. Still… “What sort of effects? Physical changes? I have heard similar stories, though they often times sound very nonsensical.” The only story that had truly been heartbreaking was from one of the first reports that made it off of the island: a group of herbologists had gone missing, only for one of them to appear almost a week later, unaware that she had been missing for the entire time. Fae had recognized some of the photographs that the Daily Prophet had used, remembering that a few of the missing people were occasionally researchers that traveled to Hy-Brasil for extensive plant study. Whether or not the missing herbologists were a part of the rumor that James had heard, she was still interested in what he had to say. Getting information out of him was bound to be easier than anyone higher up the chain. Even her own people within the Ministry were often restricted from certain details concerning Yrisle, which was ridiculous considering the druids were the ones that knew the most about the island. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Nov 3, 2021 21:46:28 GMT -7
Post by james sirius potter on Nov 3, 2021 21:46:28 GMT -7
I've got chills down to my bones With a weight above the clouds that built your throne She seemed to like the drink, and James felt a little relieved. Bianca was already on his case about so many senseless things that he didn’t need her noting and bringing up that he wasn’t able to make their guest comfortable. He’s always found it easy to be around people and talk to them, it was probably the influence of his large extended family that was always around, but it hadn’t affected all of them the same. But, James had not realized that Fae’s experience here was so limited—he had assumed that as the High Druid, she traveled a bit more as other leaders did.
”Do you think you’ll visit again?” James asked before clarifying. ”I mean, there’s the village near Hogwarts and other places.” Really, he was curious what she might think of a store like Hogsmeade, or he could take her to his Uncle’s shop and have his mother ask him to behave, lest they accidentally start an international crisis because the High Druid was handed a boxing telescope or handing her a headless hat and not disclosing the charm’s effect. The latter idea was actually quite funny. James noted it down to tell Lily the next time he saw her.
”My cousin is actually dating a druid woman he met while working at the Ministry. He’s an Auror trainee like my brother. They’re…expecting, actually, but I haven’t had a chance to meet her yet.” As often what happened, James wondered if he had said too much on that topic. From what he gathered from speaking to Luke, not all druids would have welcomed their union. At least his family was different—if they could accept he was dating a Lestrange, then Virv would probably have no problem once Luke bothered to formally introduce her to the family. He made a second mental note to kick his cousin for not introducing her to their grandmother yet when she was carrying Molly Weasley’s first great-grandchild.
The conversation shifted back to the island. Though it was not a comfortable topic, James had many questions and was beginning to feel that Claire’s warning was not without reason if the High Druid herself was also issuing a stern warning to not visit. ”Erm—“ James paused, mentally picturing the Order members as they discussed their findings in the pub. While the physical effects varied, there was that same look in all their eyes as if they had seen a particularly terrifying ghost. But not any of the sort you’d see at Hogwarts.
”Well…it varied. So, one was…floating.” James paused, feeling ridiculous saying it aloud despite seeing it with his own two eyes. ”And—I’m not entirely one-hundred percent sure I heard this one correctly—but I overheard another say that she kept hearing the sound of a bell.” But again, he felt he was missing context on that one. The rest he had thought he’d seen something, but it wasn’t a phenomenon James could give a clear description of like he could Rhys’, for example.
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Nov 4, 2021 18:30:38 GMT -7
Post by fae iona cloudbreaker on Nov 4, 2021 18:30:38 GMT -7
▲ Now that was something she hadn’t thought about in a few months: visiting Hogwarts. There was a point, prior to the arrival of Yrisle and sometime after the dropping of the barrier, where Fae had started planning to visit the school again in the springtime. As more priorities popped up and prevented her from accomplishing anything that she deemed important, that hope of hers had dwindled immensely. She didn’t know if there was any precedent of having the High Druid visiting the castle, even when the children were sent for the exam periods, but starting something like a tradition couldn’t be the worst thing in the world. Arriving with the students would probably put them more at ease and be a show of strength to the Ministry that she was behind her island’s knowledge and education system. “If I go to Hogsmeade, I would assume I would have a situation not too different from right now,” she explained. Not that she thought she would be the target of an attack or anything particularly dangerous. It was more just a thing that the Ministry did with dignitaries and important people apparently. “But I would love to see the school again. I am sure you know, but we only go for the OWLs and NEWTs.” She took another long sip of her butterbeer before continuing, “Is the giant squid still there? I quite enjoyed meeting it my last time there.”Drinking away, she listened to James as he explained that a cousin of his was in a relationship with a druid currently. That was interesting! She didn’t know of too many that lived and worked on the mainland, at least those originally from Hy-Brasil, so that narrowed down the options considerably. If there was to be a child soon, that sort of made sense if the island hadn’t been notified yet. While Fae considered herself to be rather relaxed about rules and ritualistic processes surrounding life events, not everyone agreed with her. If this druid woman was from Hy-Brasil, there would be a tiny uproar from a certain crowd if they heard about this. Squashing the rumor mill and keeping the peace was not something she would have thought to be part of her job description when she was first chosen six years ago, but it ended up being fairly common. “What is her name? I am sure I know of her, assuming she comes from Hy-Brasil.” The other communities she couldn’t speak for. There were just enough smaller fringe groups out there that it made it difficult even between druids to keep in contact. It was always funny when someone’s thought to be long-lost second cousin popped in after not showing their face for forty years. Druids tended to treat it like it was common practice to not see one another for that long, still celebrating regardless. She thought she had poked too far, potentially into territory where James had been told by his superiors to keep tight-lipped. Fae had almost written it off, knowing that she could simply ask the same question to the next Ministry worker she had the pleasure of interacting with, but her companion spoke up. One person was floating, another hearing bell chimes. Those could barely be counted as weird occurrences when it came to magic, sounding almost more like lingering hexes or curses than something caused by the island. Now obviously they were since these most likely didn’t appear until after the people left Yrisle, but they absolutely seemed trivial compared to the news story about the missing herbologists. “Interesting…” Fae mused as she polished off the last drop of butterbeer. It had disappeared a lot faster than she had thought it would. “My own experience there tells me that they were lucky, in the same way that I was.” Except she didn’t think having the magic of the entire island thrown at her at the same time was too pleasant of an experience still. Nightmares about her few minutes on the shores of Yrisle still found their way into her dreams, always waking her up immediately with her hair in the same kaleidoscope of colors that had happened while she was there in person. “It is not a comfortable place to be for druids.”MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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james sirius potter
HOGWARTS ALUM HIT WIZARD
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Nov 8, 2021 0:50:55 GMT -7
Post by james sirius potter on Nov 8, 2021 0:50:55 GMT -7
I've got chills down to my bones With a weight above the clouds that built your throne James supposed she was right. Ministry personnel would be pulled from their regular duty to escort the High Druid through the village or the Castle itself if needed. But, he wouldn’t have minded personally—depending on who Bianca could spare. Every since his Aunt Hermione had been killed, the world seemed more skittish about such things. James remembered learning the truth while Ouroboros was active and the amount of fury he had felt—still felt. ”Yes, the giant squid is still there.” James couldn’t help but grin. A staple of any person’s time at Hogwarts was trying to meet The Giant Squid. It was fun to watch the first years approach the lake with caution, especially the muggle-born students who were the most amazed.
He was glad that sharing that information about his cousin had not elicited an adverse reaction from Fae. Instead, she asked her name, and James responded. ”Virvatuli.” James had yet to meet her, but Luke seemed happy with his arrangement. It was his baby cousin, and his future niece or nephew would not be short of aunts and uncles willing to babysit and visit. Though James wondered how Ondina would be as an aunt, not that he lingered on that thought very long. But, he’d never asked for more information—the probability that she was from Hy-Brasil was high. But James had limited knowledge of other Druid communities, and he hadn’t thought about it until he’d met one in the Order who was not raised on Hy-Brasil.
James took another hefty drink of his Butterbeer while Fae had finished her own. The rate at which she had consumed the beverage surprised him, to be honest. But, he was also glad that he had chosen something she had enjoyed. ”Would you like another one?” He asked when she placed her mug back down. Either she was still processing the stories he’d heard, or in fact, those ‘side-effects’ were unimpressive. Which only served to make James all that much more curious about the island and how it could affect its visitors—though he wondered just how much worse it could get. It was a mystery, but James’ curiosity was not enough to think deeply about the island and what its presence meant. The Cursebreakers he knew were already pouring over books and research, things that James didn’t understand, and quite frankly, after listening to some of them ramble for more than five minutes, he’d end up with a headache.
”That’s…oddly specific.” James commented, stopping himself from asking about details. But he’d never heard of magic that affects druids more than other magical folks. The thought hadn’t crossed his mind until now. ”Erm—you can tell me if I’m asking too many questions.” James added, with a sheepish smile. ”Bianca says I can be quite the chatterbox, sometimes.” He had to remember he was working and this wasn’t a social visit.
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Nov 8, 2021 13:18:09 GMT -7
Post by fae iona cloudbreaker on Nov 8, 2021 13:18:09 GMT -7
▲ “I was scared of it at first, mostly because we do not have giant squids in Hy-Brasil,” Fae started to explain. That fact alone was probably strange for some, considering the island was home to all sorts of other magical creatures. Like dragons and her griffin herd. As far as she was aware, the giant squid at Hogwarts wasn’t inherently magical. How it got there and why it stayed was a complete mystery apparently. Having done her research since her last trip to the school, she was hoping to make it back again one day just to say hello. It definitely seemed to be the friendly sort. “My friend made me go swimming when we were there for our NEWTs. I had only heard of the squid prior to that, so I was unsure what to make of it. Apparently having it wrap its tentacle around your legs is similar to a handshake,” she shrugged. She was sure James knew more stories about the creature, but she thought hers was fairly innocent and funny as well. Cashel hadn’t exactly dragged her into the Black Lake, as it was more like leading her in by her wrist. Going underwater absolutely did not fare well for her, and she was back to the surface immediately, which was where her brief encounter with the giant squid occurred. Virvatuli! She knew who that was! The girl was one of the Ministry employees that occasionally clued the Council in on things going on inside the government. She wasn’t exactly a liaison, in the sense that they hadn’t given her a task or conveyed to the Ministry that she was directly working for them. It was more like she was an extra pair of eyes and ears. Nothing much had come from it so far, but she was there regardless. “Ah,” Fae hummed, “Yes, she is from one of the northern communities. I think you would call that region Nordic? But many of her family members have lived on Hy-Brasil at one point or another.” The Ó Cuinn family in particular was directly related, though if one went back a few generations, most druids were from the same family or two at one point. She knew that Aidan was quite fond of his cousin Virvatuli though, so one could assume the two families were relatively close these days. That wasn’t always the case with the outlier communities. “Yes please,” she nodded her head eagerly at the offer of another butterbeer. The taste was growing on her, and it warmed her insides with every sip. Whatever the magical qualities of the drink were, she quite enjoyed it. It was a pity that it had taken her this long to come around to it, considering there were others that drank it while they visited Hogsmeade for exams. Now that she had one pint of it, and with another soon on the way, she was already starting to strategize a way to ask either the Wormwoods or one of the other families that conducted imports if they could manage to get some kegs of butterbeer brought to the island. It would go perfectly during the autumn months with some of the festivals, and having it for the children during Samhain would be a nice treat. And depending on what the recipe was, they could maybe make it on their own. Especially if it utilized magical plants and ingredients. Just thinking about it made her excited. Or maybe that was all the sugar? Specific that Yrisle targeted druids? Absolutely. They were the ones that locked it away, according to the stories. It made sense to her that it disliked her existence enough to want to force her back off of the island. She hadn’t wanted to stay long anyways. “Your job is to ask questions, is it not?” Fae responded, though her attention was past James and into the bar area of the pub to see if she could catch the waitress’s eye for her next butterbeer. “I ask about a lot of things when it comes to the mainland, like how those tellyphones work, or what the purpose of magical folk using automobiles would be when they can apparate wherever they please.” She understood why muggles used vehicles, since they sort of needed to. Often times though, Fae forgot that one could not simply walk where they pleased on the mainland. Geographical obstacles and distance prevented a lot of that. She could walk the entire island of Hy-Brasil in an afternoon if she felt like doing so. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Nov 14, 2021 23:39:36 GMT -7
Post by james sirius potter on Nov 14, 2021 23:39:36 GMT -7
I've got chills down to my bones With a weight above the clouds that built your throne James smiled slightly at the thought of the High Druid being wary of the giant squid. While it was understandably a scary sight at first, the squid was relatively harmless. Not that he’d warned his siblings about it, and Albus naturally had been hesitant while Lily was determined to befriend the giant creature. And more often than not, you could hang around the Lake, and it would make an appearance. ”I’m convinced the Giant Squid enjoys interacting with the students.” As far as James knew, there had never been an incident. The Lake was also home to many other creatures, but the squid was the most famous resident. ”My father told me a story of a First-Year student that had fallen into the Lake on his first day, and the Giant Squid put him back in the boat.” Harry had recounted it quickly when James had asked about the Lake when heading to the train for his own First Year.
Something lit up in Fae’s eyes for a moment as she recognized the name. James was a bit amazed that they knew each other. Situations like this made the world feel a little bit smaller at times, or perhaps the High Druid was simply more familiar with her people than their own Minister of Magic. He blinked a few times. Northern Communities? ”Oh, I had no idea there were other Druid communities.” James remarked, trying not to look too embarrassed at his own ignorance. ”Looks like I still have a lot to learn.” A half grin appeared on his face as he felt a bit self-conscious. If Bianca had been there, she might have been staring daggers at him.
James flagged down the waitress and requested two more butterbeers. The empty mugs were removed as he was sure they would arrive any minute. Fortunately, the pub was not crowded, which would give his guest a break from all the hustle and bustle of her trip. Plus, it wasn’t often that James had the opportunity to speak to someone of such high diplomatic standing. It was usually reserved for the Minister, Bianca, or when his Aunt Hermione or his father had gotten pulled into some situation. Nobody would ever meet James and deny that he was a people person either, so sitting in silence would have been torture. Plus, he wanted to tell Lily about the exciting stories of the Druids knowing she would be fascinated.
The waitress returned with their drinks and placed each one in front of them. And he also felt grateful that Fae didn’t mind his questions and conversation. Growing up in such a large family and with his own energy, it had been challenging to adjust to sitting still and sitting quietly, for that matter. It was just who James was. ”My grandfather has one of those automobiles. He said he had charmed it to fly at one point.” These were all stories, of course, as he’d never seen it fly himself, but Uncle Ron seemed to back up the story. ”My grandmother disapproves of his modifications, but some of these muggle items are fascinating.” James had inherited his grandfather’s curiosity but none of the skill. That seemed to have passed down almost entirely to Harper, who very happily and easily answered James’ random questions about his phone. James took a drink of his Butterbeer and pulled out his phone. ”I’m still trying to figure out how this works. My cousin has the mind for these things.” He admitted.
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