After the precinct was broken down after the fall of the Fitzgerald ministry, Tanilon Inc., who had already been working within the Precinct in attempt to improve life inside, resurrected a street to remember all those who had suffered under and fought against Alistair Fitzgerald. However, it was extended to remember all those who had been lost over the past century. In essence, it is a street dedicated to those heavily discriminated against by society. It is an open street where no vehicles are allowed and at the very end is a fountain surrounded by trees. There are statues and plaques decorating the open space too commemorate those we lost. It was intended that it be an open space to contrast the prison that it once use to be. Feel free to loiter, run through the water during the summer, or stop at one of the small cafes tucked down the sides of the street.
Wanting to get out of the house, he took a stroll down here. He hadn't been since it was created and wanted to check it out. He stopped, looking at one of the statues, sad that places like this had reason to be built.
Victoria had decided to visit the Boulevard for similar reasons, having not seen here since it was built. She was curious to see the fountains, and was looking forward to some time by herself before she went to visit her younger sister.
Vika glanced at him and smiled back, sighing as she stared at the fountains. "Well, they're certainly pretty, that's for sure....." she remarked, just in earshot of him, the fountains purpose reminding her of her own family.
She nods in agreement at him. "Yeah, definitely. Glad to see society is trying to move away from the past, but still recognise it happened and repent for it..." She glanced at him. "I'm Victoria, I don't think we've, uh, met."
River had escaped the manor - Though that's a strong word to use. Nobody would care if she left, she's not even a real part of the family. For some reason, she missed her real family, Specifically her brothers. But she knew she couldn't go back now. In the middle of the night she sat in a dark spot under the trees, staring up to the sky.
Constantin was with a boy, a cute boy if he might say so, walking through the Boulevard, the two of them talking a mile a minute. Unfortunately, the boy worked night duty and was in the middle of his version of 'lunch break' and soon was waving goodbye to the ancient misthios. He was barefeet, of course, wearing linen pants and a striped button up shirt. Very casual and relaxed. If he wasn't a vampire, he wouldn't have noticed River but he did and he watched her for a moment. Then he wandered over. Why not? "Do you know any of the constellations?"
River heard him coming, so she didn't look at him as she answered. "Some of the boys back home taught me the ones they knew. At least, tried to. I know the Dippers, that's it." She shrugs. "You should go home, Constantin. I don't really feel like being a burden right now."
"The dip? That must be a modern one. We didn't call it that back in my day." Constantin looked down at her then snickered. "Are you calling me the most notable burden of the house? Between you, the brat and the thief, I might have some competition," he remarked before throwing himself onto the ground next to her, relaxing out, before pulling out a glass bottle full of blood. "Want a snack? It's fresh! By a few days, but fresh none the less." And then what she said actually clicked in Constantin's head. "Oh, you meant...right, sorry, my bad. I thought you were saying to go back home to be the bigger burden. Little bit tipsy here, bare with me."
She waited for him to get it, and once he did, she let a small giggle slip. "It's fine. Also... Doesn't blood have a shelf life of 48 hours?" She stared at the bottle - admittedly, she hasn't eaten since the incident, but they didn't need to know that."
He winked over at her as he tore the cap off with his teeth, spitting it out onto the glass. "Not if you freeze it," he responded, offering it out to her. "Not like it can kill you-you're already dead."
”I would if I were you. Won’t survive long without blood. I don’t remember if you’re a full vampire or half but still-I’d do it. If it makes you feel better, it’s from a donor. Come on, take a sip,” he said, shaking the bottle a little, “you must smell it.”
”Ouch,” he said but he didn’t really care. “You could go back. They might accept you. You never know. Or they could try to drown you. Bonus points if it’s in holy water!” He said with a smile. It was a secret joke to himself, considering his father had actually tried to drown him knowing “but I don’t know. Not like I would have anything or anyone to go back to you. My family have been dead for a long time now. But even then, I haven’t seen them since I was eight.” What he didn’t say is that he would go back to be able to die naturally.
Despite his attempts, the joke didn't go well with River. "Well, I'm sure if my parents were worried enough, they'd be looking but... They aren't. The boys are, though. That makes me sad. But I don't want to hurt them like I did Andi, so... Oh well."
"You'll hurt a thousand people by the time you die," he said with a shrug, "whether you mean to or not. And a thousand more people will hurt you. It's just life. You learn from it and move on." Of course, it gets pretty old after a while but whatever. "I presume they're muggles? Your brothers, that is."
"If your brother's aren't muggles, then why not tell them? I'm sure they can keep a secret from this muggle community," he pointed out. Not that Constantin was really that interested in any of this. He wasn't. But he was looking for something to pass the time. "Unless you're scared they'll see you as a monster."
Regan BlackRavenclaw Alumna -Three Broomsticks Waitress and Artist – 03:25, November 11, 2019 (UTC)
She'd heard a memorial had gone up for those who had been lost during the Fitzgerald administration, and she wanted to see it. She'd come without telling anyone, and walked solemnly down the entire length of the street. She reached the fountain and began to circle it slowly, tears pricking the corners of her eyes.
Hailey had been putting off coming anywhere near where the Precinct had been, but the knowledge that a memorial had been set up had subconsciously drawn her to the site. She felt sick to her stomach, but returning and not paying respects to those that had been lost made her feel even worse. She's kneeling in front of one plaque in particular - one with fresh flowers just recently placed at the bottom - with her head bowed slightly.
Regan BlackRavenclaw Alumna -Three Broomsticks Waitress and Artist – 03:21, November 12, 2019 (UTC)
She saw another woman nearby... and then noticed she was crying. "Did you know someone?" She asked gently.
Hailey doesn't realize Regan is speaking to her at first, lost in her own thoughts, but there's a slight movement that catches her attention and leads to her turning her head. She takes a deep, calming breath before she clears her throat and stands up. "I - um - sorry, I didn't - I didn't hear that. What did you ask?"
Regan BlackRavenclaw Alumna -Three Broomsticks Waitress and Artist – 17:33, November 12, 2019 (UTC)
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude," she apologized. "I asked if you were... paying respects to someone you knew... or just to the memorial."
"Don't - don't worry," Hailey shakes her head. "Both, I guess. My friend, he took more after his nymph mother than his human father. He was sent to the Precinct... and became unwell. He hadn't been frequenting the forests as much as he was used to because of his... predicament. Even then, he didn't want to miss out on the riot, on a chance to break free, and... well..." she trails off. There's a lump in her throat, and she swallows it down before another bout of tears start streaming down her cheeks. She takes another deep breath, but it's futile, because her vision quickly becomes blurry again.
Regan BlackRavenclaw Alumna -Three Broomsticks Waitress and Artist – 18:10, November 12, 2019 (UTC)
"I was in the riots, too," she said softly. She looked at the other woman. "Did he... pass in Azkaban? Everyone... was exonerated. Our records wiped clean."
The admission takes Hailey by surprise, but then she slowly starts nodding. "That's very brave of you," she says. "No, he didn't make it to Azkaban. He - he got hit by debris from the explosions and died being transported to the hospital."
Regan BlackRavenclaw Alumna -Three Broomsticks Waitress and Artist – 19:15, November 12, 2019 (UTC)
She appreciated the sentiment. "I'm so sorry," she said softly. "That's awful."
"I never thought it'd get as bad as it did," Poe confesses. "I worked in the Ministry... and I had heard of his plans... I just thought they'd stop him sooner than they actually did."
Regan BlackRavenclaw Alumna -Three Broomsticks Waitress and Artist – 18:08, November 13, 2019 (UTC)
"Everyone did," she agreed. "And according to the papers... he was grossly misabusing power and had half the department heads in his pocket... even the people that were doing their best to stop or slow him down couldn't do as much as they liked."
Hailey nods in silent agreement. Unsure of what else there may be to say, she slides her hands into her pockets and faces the fountain again. "What about you?" she asks, quietly. "You mentioned you were at the riots... were you fighting for someone else?"
Regan BlackRavenclaw Alumna -Three Broomsticks Waitress and Artist – 18:28, November 13, 2019 (UTC)
"More for myself," she said. "The administration also took a stand against LGBT people. I'm bi."
Regan BlackRavenclaw Alumna -Three Broomsticks Waitress and Artist – 19:26, November 13, 2019 (UTC)
She wasn't sure what that response meant. "We weren't rounded up and thrown into the Precinct like werewolves and nymphs and such, because how could you prove something like that but... we were still discriminated against. And none of it was right," she said firmly, her voice quivering with emotion.
Hailey listens intently. The passion Regan speaks with, the emotion that consumes her, causes a shiver to go down Hailey's spine. Though she herself was never attacked or persecuted, she still felt for the people that hadn't shared her luck. People like Regan. She exhales. "Yeah... if only more people had seen it that way," she shakes her head.
Regan BlackRavenclaw Alumna -Three Broomsticks Waitress and Artist – 23:32, November 13, 2019 (UTC)
"Yeah." She hesitates, then sticks out her hand. "I'm Regan, by the way."
Poe cringes, because yes, she's heard it before. It's why she hardly goes by that nickname anymore. But she also doesn't feel inclined to go around introducing herself as Hailey. Always play it safe, right? "I do, yeah," she laughs, but it's awkward. "But not far off. Poe as in Poe Dameron."
Regan BlackRavenclaw Alumna -Three Broomsticks Waitress and Artist – 17:18, November 15, 2019 (UTC)
"It's this character from this old muggle movie franchise. He was a pilot, and... as a little girl, all I wanted to do was be an astronaut. My dad took to calling me Poe, and I've run with it since," she explains. She shrugs then, and with general uncertainty of whether or not it was wholly appropriate to hold such a mundane conversation in such a somber place, begins to step away from the fountain. She stuffs her hands into her jacket's pockets and cranes her neck, looking at her curiously. "I'm going for a stroll around Lincliff. I haven't been here in a very long time. You're welcome to join, if you'd like."
Regan BlackRavenclaw Alumna -Three Broomsticks Waitress and Artist – 16:23, November 18, 2019 (UTC)
She didn't have anything else to do, at present, so she nodded with a pleasant smile. "Sure."
"I'm actually looking for a place. I've been staying with my parents since I moved back, but it isn't practical," she admits. "I've been thinking about getting a place either here or in Diagon Alley, but... after everything... I just don't know if I can."
Regan BlackRavenclaw Alumna -Three Broomsticks Waitress and Artist – 21:14, November 18, 2019 (UTC)
"I'm in Hogsmeade," she says, then pauses. "What do you mean? You don't want to move back or...?" She leaves the question dangling, as she isn't sure she's even asking the right one.
"I don't know how comfortable I feel living in magical UK when everyone turned against each other so quickly just a couple years ago. Who's to say it won't happen again?" Poe points out, and shrugs. "It's safer to just... live in muggle London."
Regan BlackRavenclaw Alumna -Three Broomsticks Waitress and Artist – 21:19, November 18, 2019 (UTC)
"You never know until you give it a chance," she said with a little smile. "And things will never get better if those who want better run and hide."
Hailey stops mid-step, brow furrowing and frown curling her lips. "I'm not running or hiding. If I wanted to do either one, I certainly wouldn't be applying for my old job at the Ministry of Magic. What I'm doing is called self-preservation."
Regan BlackRavenclaw Alumna -Three Broomsticks Waitress and Artist – 21:43, November 18, 2019 (UTC)~
She cocked her head. "So you don't want anything to do with magical England... and then you go applying for their... Ministry?"
"It's not that I don't want anything to do with magical England. It's just - I don't want to live somewhere I'm not comfortable. I don't want to live in a place where I constantly have to look over my shoulders. I don't want to live somewhere where everywhere I look, I'm reminded of the people we lost, one of whom was very close to my heart," Hailey's tone isn't mad or condescending. She knows how it looks, how it sounds, and she can't blame Regan for making the question. "I do want to work in the Ministry, though, because I can do my part in making sure that what happened doesn't happen again. Nobody else deserves to feel the way I do."
Regan BlackRavenclaw Alumna -Three Broomsticks Waitress and Artist – 23:22, November 18, 2019 (UTC)
Poe nods. Seeing as she has not much else to do, it's quite chilly in that moment, and she hadn't had her daily coffee yet, she makes a turn for the bakery. She opens the door and holds it for Regan. "I could do with some coffee right about now, if you don't mind."