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Victorians could hire 'professional mourners' to attend their loved one's funeral. These people would partake in the procession and were not allowed to speak, just look awfully sad! — Rune

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"The Prodigal Sister" for Ophelia Devine. Faked deaths, scandal, and schemes!
Kristoffer was going to be great at this, because he was great at everything. Also his memory was greater than everyone else's, because he bet no one else had ever lost their virginity somewhere exotic like Morocco. Hell, he bet no one else had even lost their virginity. Inexperienced losers.

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7 Deadly Sins

Complete seven threads, one where your character displays each of the Seven Deadly Sins — Pride, Lust, Sloth, Envy, Weath, Gluttony, and Greed. Each thread should be at least ten posts, with at least three being your own. Character accounts can be combined.


Where the Legends Get Made
May 5th, 1888 — Ollivander's London
Sirius had not forgiven his mother, but he was quite pleased to be going wand shopping with her. Before he got his Hogwarts letter, too - not that there was any doubt that he was a wizard. Even better, it was just the two of them. No annoying brothers, no Belvina - nothing but Sirius and Mother, which put a bit of a self-satisfied bounce in his step as he sauntered past the nursery on the way out.

He hated apparition, and got the spins when the pair of them arrived outside of Ollivander's with a crack! It took Sirius a few seconds to regain his balance, but once he had, he popped back up to his full height with that same bounce. "What kind of wand wood do you have, Mother?" Sirius asked.  Instead of opening the door to Ollivander's, he instead stared blankly at it - he was bold, but not bold enough to cross the threshold on his own.

Ursula had never been at odds with her eldest son and it was a new experience she hoped never to repeat. She would have liked to have taken him with her but for many reasons she hadn't been able to and now he didn't love her as much as he had. This was not something she was willing to accept, she was determined to win back his love and then some.

The only way she knew how to go about this was to spoil him rotten. Getting him his wand early seemed like the perfect way to win him back over, it was without a doubt the most exciting part of preparing for Hogwarts. Furthermore, Ursula wanted to claim this sentimental milestone for herself and didn't want to share it with Phineas or Elladora. Whenever Sirius thought about how he got his very first wand, he'd have to think of her.

As soon as Sirius was assembled to leave the house, Ursula took his hand in hers and apparated to Ollivander's. He looked a little unsteady on his feet when they arrived but it was good for him, he was old enough to be trusted not to vomit on her and every good wizard had to get used to apparating. He'd thank her for it when he was learning how to apparate but that was a very, very, very long way off yet.

She released his hand and moved hers to his shoulder. "Chestnut." Her first wand had been a Beech wood wand she had insisted on having simply because it was the prettiest one in the shop but she'd come to appreciate the chestnut wand if only because it actually performed her and she supposed the reddish brown hue wasn't unattractive. "With a dragon heartstring core. Shall we find out what yours is?" His would be something impressive, something rare and worthy of the great wizard he was destined to be, she was sure of it. She gave him a gentle nudge of encouragement towards the door.


"I like the sound of dragon heartstring," Sirius said cheerfully. He knew nothing about chestnut, but dragon heartstring was badass. Unfortunately, it still seemed that Mother was forcing him to open the door on his own. But he couldn't let her see that he was nervous -- he was never supposed to be nervous.

Sirius stepped forward, a show of deliberation, and opened the door. He held it for Ursula, and stepped inside.

Deep in the back of the shop, Meri heard the bell but ignored it for a moment, finishing a note in her log book.  The sound meant someone had come through the front door and she half hoped it was a coworker.  When no one came through to the back she was forced to accept that she'd have to give up her project and go out front to help a customer.  It was so easy to loose her self in the work that it was hard to drag herself away from it.  She even briefly wished someone else could do the front work but she knew she'd be far to curious to see who ended up with what wand to ever completely give up fittings.  She wiped her hands on the simple apron she wore, fragrant with the old polish stains and new wood chips that decorated it, and left it on her work bench for when she returned.

When she came through to the main room she didn't bother pausing behind the counter.  Judging by the boy's apparent age and the accompanying adult this probably wasn't a quick stop for polish.  "Welcome," she smiled.  "Time for a wand already?"  It was only May after all.   She took in how he stood at the front, his posture and stance and already cypress and aspen shot through her mind.  Of those two she favored Aspen for no reason she could put her finger on but the cores played enough of a roll that her guesses were rarely much help

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