<![CDATA[Knockturn Bound - London]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/ Fri, 17 Apr 2026 17:25:46 +0000 MyBB <![CDATA[Young & Beautiful | Roisin]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=703 Tue, 02 Dec 2025 00:18:12 +0000 Julia Barlowe]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=703
Friday, June 17, 1921
Whitehall, London
1:00 PM
♡
Black alligator leather heels clicked softly on the sidewalk, carrying the woman quickly towards her destination. Muggle cars and pedestrians passed in a blur, unnoticed by honey-brown eyes that stared straight ahead. She'd just come from a meeting with her cousin Leo and his associates at the Ministry - James's request. Her stand-ins for her brother were fewer and far between these days, being too preoccupied with Benji and Kate, but now that summer had rolled in, she found herself with more time to help.

Names, dates, dialogue...all of it raced through her mind as she compartmentalized all of it, retaining what was important and discarding what wasn't.

She was on her way to Piccadilly to pick up a few dark chocolate bars she'd noticed Kathryn eyeing the last time they had shopped the windows. A little surprise treat for her daughter who never asked for anything, and maybe a tin of biscuits to send to Maddox for Evander -

"Julia!"

A familiar voice rang out, pulling the woman from her thoughts. She stopped in her tracks, glancing around before seeing a familiar figure waving from across the street. Bright red hair and a pretty smile. Roisin.

Julia smiled, looking quickly both ways before crossing the street to greet her with a brief kiss on each cheek. "Hello darling," she said, stepping back and tilting her head slightly. "Fancy running into you all the way out here. What are you doing in London?"

The two hadn't had much time to talk, considering all the events that had happened over the school term, and considering Julia was done with all her obligations for the day, she didn't see the harm in lingering. "I was just heading to Piccadilly. Want to join for tea?" She could send a few treats with Rose for Fiona as well.]]>
Friday, June 17, 1921
Whitehall, London
1:00 PM
♡
Black alligator leather heels clicked softly on the sidewalk, carrying the woman quickly towards her destination. Muggle cars and pedestrians passed in a blur, unnoticed by honey-brown eyes that stared straight ahead. She'd just come from a meeting with her cousin Leo and his associates at the Ministry - James's request. Her stand-ins for her brother were fewer and far between these days, being too preoccupied with Benji and Kate, but now that summer had rolled in, she found herself with more time to help.

Names, dates, dialogue...all of it raced through her mind as she compartmentalized all of it, retaining what was important and discarding what wasn't.

She was on her way to Piccadilly to pick up a few dark chocolate bars she'd noticed Kathryn eyeing the last time they had shopped the windows. A little surprise treat for her daughter who never asked for anything, and maybe a tin of biscuits to send to Maddox for Evander -

"Julia!"

A familiar voice rang out, pulling the woman from her thoughts. She stopped in her tracks, glancing around before seeing a familiar figure waving from across the street. Bright red hair and a pretty smile. Roisin.

Julia smiled, looking quickly both ways before crossing the street to greet her with a brief kiss on each cheek. "Hello darling," she said, stepping back and tilting her head slightly. "Fancy running into you all the way out here. What are you doing in London?"

The two hadn't had much time to talk, considering all the events that had happened over the school term, and considering Julia was done with all her obligations for the day, she didn't see the harm in lingering. "I was just heading to Piccadilly. Want to join for tea?" She could send a few treats with Rose for Fiona as well.]]> <![CDATA[taking the edge off ~ Maddox]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=701 Mon, 01 Dec 2025 19:46:09 +0000 Harper Campbell]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=701 Friday, June 24 1921
9:25pm
London, a random wizarding bar

She shouldn't have come here.

As the door swung open on its own magic to admit her into the dimly lit room, Harper already regretted the impulsive decision of needing a drink. It really wasn't her kind of place. Too crowded, too noisy, too... second class. The sort of bar that attracted the average, menial sort of crowd. The kind of people that came in not just for a sensible drink or two, something to unwind with after a particularly stressful day -- but to get absolutely thwacked into oblivion.

Harper stood out like a sore thumb in her plain but tailored blouse and skirt, briefcase and clicking heels as though she came straight from a business meeting. Prim, proper, elegant and chin held high.

Well, she was here now.

And she needed that drink. The collection of red and white wine she kept at home wouldn't do for the kind of day she's had. She needed something stronger.

Dealing with Wylder Merrow had that effect at times.

Ignoring the stares and murmurs, Harper weaved her way towards the bar, gaze ahead. Just one drink and she'd be gone again.

"Excuse me," she said as she nudged herself next to someone already leaning against the aged, wooden surface of the bar, creating as much space for herself as possible which was about none.

God, it was stuffy in here. Already the air felt too warm and slick against her lungs and skin, the persistent chatter droning on all around, too many bodies pressing from all sides.

Who even liked placed like these? One drink and she'd be gone again, seriously.

A shove from behind almost pushed her over entirely and Harper stumbled to keep herself upright, one hand gripping on the bar while the other curled fingers into the shirt of the man beside her, dropping her bag in the process. "Oof, I'm sorry," she immediately apologized, hurriedly letting go of the fabric around the man's arm, patting it down where her grip had crumpled it up. "Suppose some people don't know how to coordinate their bodies." A spark of annoyance flickered underneath the casual remark.

She really shouldn't have come here.]]> Friday, June 24 1921
9:25pm
London, a random wizarding bar

She shouldn't have come here.

As the door swung open on its own magic to admit her into the dimly lit room, Harper already regretted the impulsive decision of needing a drink. It really wasn't her kind of place. Too crowded, too noisy, too... second class. The sort of bar that attracted the average, menial sort of crowd. The kind of people that came in not just for a sensible drink or two, something to unwind with after a particularly stressful day -- but to get absolutely thwacked into oblivion.

Harper stood out like a sore thumb in her plain but tailored blouse and skirt, briefcase and clicking heels as though she came straight from a business meeting. Prim, proper, elegant and chin held high.

Well, she was here now.

And she needed that drink. The collection of red and white wine she kept at home wouldn't do for the kind of day she's had. She needed something stronger.

Dealing with Wylder Merrow had that effect at times.

Ignoring the stares and murmurs, Harper weaved her way towards the bar, gaze ahead. Just one drink and she'd be gone again.

"Excuse me," she said as she nudged herself next to someone already leaning against the aged, wooden surface of the bar, creating as much space for herself as possible which was about none.

God, it was stuffy in here. Already the air felt too warm and slick against her lungs and skin, the persistent chatter droning on all around, too many bodies pressing from all sides.

Who even liked placed like these? One drink and she'd be gone again, seriously.

A shove from behind almost pushed her over entirely and Harper stumbled to keep herself upright, one hand gripping on the bar while the other curled fingers into the shirt of the man beside her, dropping her bag in the process. "Oof, I'm sorry," she immediately apologized, hurriedly letting go of the fabric around the man's arm, patting it down where her grip had crumpled it up. "Suppose some people don't know how to coordinate their bodies." A spark of annoyance flickered underneath the casual remark.

She really shouldn't have come here.]]> <![CDATA[Build God, Then We'll Talk | Harm]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=670 Tue, 25 Nov 2025 21:11:27 +0000 James Laurence]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=670 Saturday, May 28, 1921
10:00 PM
Boodle's Private Club, London
♫

"You'll forgive me for not wanting us sitting at the bar," James said with a grin as he offered his elbow to Harper, leading her from the main dining area to a private corner in the back lounge. "The music's better back here anyway." He held her drink for her, not wanting her to spill on her burgundy dress. Off the shoulder, exposing her collarbone to him, gracious woman that she was. Long sleeves and a hemline to the floor, always the picture of class. Why spoil it all with an errant glass of wine?

Boodle's was a members-only gentleman's club that had been around for ages. Women were admitted, on the arm of a member of course, and there were few places more discreet for a conversation long-overdue. The marble flooring and mahogany surfaces were standard in places like these, but it was the soft lighting from the crystal chandeliers and the strong drinks that kept clientele like James returning. It was a club for the elite, the aristocratic, the movers in London.

It was just the place to bring a woman like Harper.

As she settled herself into the velvet built-in sofa, James took his place beside her, handing off her glass as he slung his arm over the back of it. It was darker back here, away from eyes he didn't want prying, but still visible enough for those that mattered in here to notice.

His eyes drifted over her as he brought the glass of brandy to his lips, appreciating her in this new light. For the past several months he and Harper had been working together in hushed corridors, over secret lunches and brief passings in the Wizengamot. Things were coming together, the events at Hogwarts having launched their little coup forward with a momentum he could have never dreamed of.

She had been invaluable so far, but there was still plenty to be done.

"We'll have a dance later. Call it a thank you letter for meeting me on short notice." He grinned, a little sigh exiting his lips. "You were able to manage the latest letters, I assume?" he asked, his voice growing quieter but remaining leveled and casual. "The elf will be by Monday morning with some financials for you. We've got one of the goblins paid off. The galleons will be planted before the end of this week."

Galleons that would seemingly lead from Halloway's accounts to Merrow's.

"You know what to do." She always did.]]> Saturday, May 28, 1921
10:00 PM
Boodle's Private Club, London
♫

"You'll forgive me for not wanting us sitting at the bar," James said with a grin as he offered his elbow to Harper, leading her from the main dining area to a private corner in the back lounge. "The music's better back here anyway." He held her drink for her, not wanting her to spill on her burgundy dress. Off the shoulder, exposing her collarbone to him, gracious woman that she was. Long sleeves and a hemline to the floor, always the picture of class. Why spoil it all with an errant glass of wine?

Boodle's was a members-only gentleman's club that had been around for ages. Women were admitted, on the arm of a member of course, and there were few places more discreet for a conversation long-overdue. The marble flooring and mahogany surfaces were standard in places like these, but it was the soft lighting from the crystal chandeliers and the strong drinks that kept clientele like James returning. It was a club for the elite, the aristocratic, the movers in London.

It was just the place to bring a woman like Harper.

As she settled herself into the velvet built-in sofa, James took his place beside her, handing off her glass as he slung his arm over the back of it. It was darker back here, away from eyes he didn't want prying, but still visible enough for those that mattered in here to notice.

His eyes drifted over her as he brought the glass of brandy to his lips, appreciating her in this new light. For the past several months he and Harper had been working together in hushed corridors, over secret lunches and brief passings in the Wizengamot. Things were coming together, the events at Hogwarts having launched their little coup forward with a momentum he could have never dreamed of.

She had been invaluable so far, but there was still plenty to be done.

"We'll have a dance later. Call it a thank you letter for meeting me on short notice." He grinned, a little sigh exiting his lips. "You were able to manage the latest letters, I assume?" he asked, his voice growing quieter but remaining leveled and casual. "The elf will be by Monday morning with some financials for you. We've got one of the goblins paid off. The galleons will be planted before the end of this week."

Galleons that would seemingly lead from Halloway's accounts to Merrow's.

"You know what to do." She always did.]]> <![CDATA[Serendipity || Jelena]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=621 Wed, 05 Nov 2025 12:35:05 +0000 Maddox Barlowe]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=621 Thursday, April 7, 1921
In Front Of Cafe, Downtown London
10:30 AM
Morgan, like most children, was growing. Maddox had been putting off taking her shopping for new clothes. It wasn't because of financial constraints. Even as a single parent, his income was sufficient, and his savings picked up where his salary couldn't reach. Shopping itself was the event that the man tried to avoid. Hours spent among crowds to the incessant din of several conversations taking place at once, and the subtly sour scent of too many bodies congregating in one place for too long, often sent the man into sensory hell.

It was for that reason, and the fact that his daughter was now 14 and old enough to enter shopping establishments alone, that Maddox chose to sit and wait for her under one of the umbrella-ed seating areas just outside. He wasn't particularly concerned that she might overspend, having given her a set amount. A £5 note, enough to get her a new dress or two, or some new blouses and skirts, maybe some shoes, a pair of trousers if she preferred.

He wouldn't tell her how to spend what he'd given her, but he also wouldn't listen if she came back with very little that had cost her a lot.

Maddox was trying this business of...trust...and letting her gain small amounts of independence while he and Evander shared a milkshake. Rather...he was trying to, but it seemed nearly every sip was the toddler's turn.

Eventually, he gave up. Maddox eased back into his chair, leaving his son to the icy treat. It was enough for him that it gave the boy a reason to sit still. Chasing him through the streets of London wasn't on the agenda for the morning.

"You'd think your sister was planning to buy half the store," he scoffed lightly to his 2-year-old. Evander only went on slurping as if he had the stomach to contain it all.

Not far from the cafe, he heard the stirrings of a commotion. Aside from a flicker of his blue eyes in the direction of his toddler to ensure he was fine, the man chose not to react. For all intents and purposes, the man was on vacation. Hogwarts had caused him enough stress. He wouldn't allow the wider wizarding to do the same.]]> Thursday, April 7, 1921
In Front Of Cafe, Downtown London
10:30 AM
Morgan, like most children, was growing. Maddox had been putting off taking her shopping for new clothes. It wasn't because of financial constraints. Even as a single parent, his income was sufficient, and his savings picked up where his salary couldn't reach. Shopping itself was the event that the man tried to avoid. Hours spent among crowds to the incessant din of several conversations taking place at once, and the subtly sour scent of too many bodies congregating in one place for too long, often sent the man into sensory hell.

It was for that reason, and the fact that his daughter was now 14 and old enough to enter shopping establishments alone, that Maddox chose to sit and wait for her under one of the umbrella-ed seating areas just outside. He wasn't particularly concerned that she might overspend, having given her a set amount. A £5 note, enough to get her a new dress or two, or some new blouses and skirts, maybe some shoes, a pair of trousers if she preferred.

He wouldn't tell her how to spend what he'd given her, but he also wouldn't listen if she came back with very little that had cost her a lot.

Maddox was trying this business of...trust...and letting her gain small amounts of independence while he and Evander shared a milkshake. Rather...he was trying to, but it seemed nearly every sip was the toddler's turn.

Eventually, he gave up. Maddox eased back into his chair, leaving his son to the icy treat. It was enough for him that it gave the boy a reason to sit still. Chasing him through the streets of London wasn't on the agenda for the morning.

"You'd think your sister was planning to buy half the store," he scoffed lightly to his 2-year-old. Evander only went on slurping as if he had the stomach to contain it all.

Not far from the cafe, he heard the stirrings of a commotion. Aside from a flicker of his blue eyes in the direction of his toddler to ensure he was fine, the man chose not to react. For all intents and purposes, the man was on vacation. Hogwarts had caused him enough stress. He wouldn't allow the wider wizarding to do the same.]]> <![CDATA[Belgravia | Kathryn]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=443 Wed, 03 Sep 2025 03:34:26 +0000 Julia Barlowe]]> https://staging.knockturnbound.net/showthread.php?tid=443 Sunday, June 1, 1920
Early Afternoon
The Goring Hotel, Belgravia, London
♫

"Good afternoon, Ms. Laurence."

The doorman nodded his head as held open the door to The Goring Hotel, politely ushering Julia up the stone steps of the entrance and into the ostentatious foyer. Checkered black and white tiles met the gold plated accents of the wallpaper, shimmering with the light of the crystal chandelier overhead.

To the left, was the staircase leading to the upper floors, along with a small elevator, and just past those was the intimate dining room where Julia would be meeting her friend Eleanor Longe and her daughter Kathryn. Offering a small smile to the staff, Julia followed the valet through the glass doors of the dining room, to a table laid with a white tablecloth, fresh flowers and dining ware already set out.

"Ellie," Julia said brightly, setting her bag down next to her chair and leaning over to offer her friend a polite cheek-kiss. "You're looking beautiful today," she said genuinely, before her eyes cast over to Kathryn sitting prettily in her chair. It was still remarkable to Julia how much Kathryn and Benji looked alike, even as her boy was losing so many of his childish features. Those eyes and mouths. She wondered, briefly, if Kathryn smiled in the same way Benji did, a little crook from the corner of her mouth first before it spread across her features.

"Hello again, Kathryn," Julia said, finally settling into her chair. "I'm so sorry we haven't been able to catch up sooner," she said, busying herself with her napkin, laying it across her lap, and nodding when the server brought over a bottle of white wine. "Between work and...everything else." She gave a little sigh, but smiled through as her eyes caught Ellie's again.

"How have you been, mon amie? Tell me everything."]]> Sunday, June 1, 1920
Early Afternoon
The Goring Hotel, Belgravia, London
♫

"Good afternoon, Ms. Laurence."

The doorman nodded his head as held open the door to The Goring Hotel, politely ushering Julia up the stone steps of the entrance and into the ostentatious foyer. Checkered black and white tiles met the gold plated accents of the wallpaper, shimmering with the light of the crystal chandelier overhead.

To the left, was the staircase leading to the upper floors, along with a small elevator, and just past those was the intimate dining room where Julia would be meeting her friend Eleanor Longe and her daughter Kathryn. Offering a small smile to the staff, Julia followed the valet through the glass doors of the dining room, to a table laid with a white tablecloth, fresh flowers and dining ware already set out.

"Ellie," Julia said brightly, setting her bag down next to her chair and leaning over to offer her friend a polite cheek-kiss. "You're looking beautiful today," she said genuinely, before her eyes cast over to Kathryn sitting prettily in her chair. It was still remarkable to Julia how much Kathryn and Benji looked alike, even as her boy was losing so many of his childish features. Those eyes and mouths. She wondered, briefly, if Kathryn smiled in the same way Benji did, a little crook from the corner of her mouth first before it spread across her features.

"Hello again, Kathryn," Julia said, finally settling into her chair. "I'm so sorry we haven't been able to catch up sooner," she said, busying herself with her napkin, laying it across her lap, and nodding when the server brought over a bottle of white wine. "Between work and...everything else." She gave a little sigh, but smiled through as her eyes caught Ellie's again.

"How have you been, mon amie? Tell me everything."]]>