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Jan 15, 2022 2:20:25 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 15, 2022 2:20:25 GMT -7
 It was hard to miss just about every major event that came about over the past months. Gilderoy just felt like he had been at the wrong place at the wrong time for each and every one of them. Namely when Hogwarts was attacked. He had taken that week off and was out of the country with his family during that time. Likely he wouldn’t have been called to the scene but still. He couldn’t help feeling the smallest pings of guilt about not being around during such a major event. He was still in training after all but there had to have been some way he could have helped it he had only been around. He was Gilderoy Lockhart after all. Even if his father had tarnished the name he needed some way to attempt to bring some honor to it once more. How could he do that if he was just on practice missions and training classes? Not to mention coffee runs for people more important than him at the moment.
There was his own personal mission which was exactly what he was up to at the moment. Gilderoy was rifling through a bin at Flourish & Blotts. He had made it his duty to rid this store and any other magical book store of his father's lies. Gilderoy Sr’s books were old and rare to find but still appeared randomly, as if to curse his son who now had to deal with his father's mistakes. His father didn’t have to care about such things, he didn’t even remember doing it. So it all fell on his son. Reaching the bottom of the bin Gilderoy finally found it. A couple of magical me with a picture of his father's face on it. Smiling his smile like he wasn’t a fraud. Gilderoy his the book close to his chest in an attempt to hide just what it was as he moved to the counter to pay for it. Trying to avoid any suspicious eyes that might notice the shame he was trying to remove from the store.
(Open.)
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Mar 3, 2022 15:57:58 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 3, 2022 15:57:58 GMT -7
It had started the moment she was back in the UK. At first she hadn't even planned to come back at all, but it was hard to avoid the place entirely, even more so with some unfinished business behind her. Yet the moment she was back it seemed that the peace and quiet ended. That she was no longer a regular teen girl blindly stumbling through life. No longer one of two, but once more but one of three. Selene felt a huge amount of resentment and anger towards her sister and it wasn't helping that the moment she stepped foot in the same area she'd been having the smallest flashes of the future again. Distance had obviously served her much better.
So as she browsed the book shop she wasn't overly surprised that the smallest flash of the future passed her eyes, even if she despised it. She'd promised herself she was going to ignore it from now on. She'd promised herself that she was never going to ever act on another vision again. Her abilities were as dead as her sister had told her that she wished Selene to be. So be it. So why on earth was she doing this? Even as she watched the young man furtively head towards the counter she blocked his path, knowing the clerk would unintentionally humiliate him by calling attention to him.
"He'll comment on it." She stated rather bluntly as she stopped him moving forward with that same blunt directness. "You look too much alike." She clarified as if she had the faintest hint what she was talking about. She didn't. She just knew that was what the clerk would notice if he purchased the book himself. "I could buy it for you, save you the hassle. Then give it to you outside." She told him as if it was the most normal offer in the world. One last time, for the sake of a memory that should never have been allowed to endure.
@lockhart
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