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[hannah]

if atlas had his choice then he would be a teacher or maybe even a shop owner in hogsmeade and maybe even with the marauders. but his parents basically had complete control over his entire being. they wanted him to be with the death squadron so he was and they wanted him to be a hit wizard so he was. he didn't mind being a hit wizard all that much, though. he felt badass while on the job and he liked the job except that he really wanted to be a teacher, or at least a teacher in training, potions teacher to be exact. he had a fascination with potions, ever since he was a little first year.

atlas walked into the ice cream parlour that he's loved since he was little. he ordered himself a medium mint chocolate chip with chocolate and rainbow sprinkles in a cup. he payed the chashier, took his ice cream from the person and went to find a seat.

[kristal jeanette morgan]

Ever since her injury two months prior, Kris had been throwing herself into her personal training and really working to get herself back to the level that she needed to be for her career. It killed her that she wasn't able to be out there on the field playing with her girls, but there wasn't much she could do other than put every spare moment she had into building herself back up. The majority of her knee issues had healed up enough so that she could start to practice, but she was in no way ready to be put into the rigor of games and serious training time with the team. When she wasn't helping out the professional Quidditch leagues as an on-call healer, she was in the gym with her personal trainer and pushing herself as far as she was allowed without aggravating her injuries any further. It wasn't easy for her to hold anything back, but the last thing she wanted was to screw anything else up and cause any more lost time for herself. She didn't mind the healing job much, but it wasn't the same as being out there on the field.

Fortunately, she was coming along a lot better than she had been expected to, probably because of the benefit of magic, so she wasn't looking at more than another month or so before she was back to her real job. That was something Kris could handle, she hoped. Besides, she had a pretty decent alternative while she was incapable of playing. She had spent the morning apparating around to different Quidditch teams, looking at injuries, giving instructions on what to do to heal them and generally just hanging around other athletes like herself. Granted, some of them looked down on her for choosing to pursue a muggle sport as opposed to Quidditch, but most of them were perfectly pleasant to be around. If she couldn't do what she loved best, this was certainly the next best option. Plus, it got her around more people and as a recruiter for the Marauders, it was always helpful to have other people in her back pocket that she could turn to in case they needed some help at some point.

Exhausted after a rather lengthy practice session with her trainer, Kris had apparated over to Diagon Alley with the intention of getting some ice cream. It would cool her down a bit and she certainly was never opposed to a sweet treat now and then. Hopping up to the front counter, Kris placed her order and paid for the cup before turning to find a place to sit. It wasn't all that busy, so there were plenty of open tables, but Kris wasn't really the type of person that liked to be alone. In fact, she quite preferred to be around other people when she had the chance, so instead of sitting at one of the many vacant seats, she slid into a chair across from a somewhat familiar looking guy. He likely had gone to Hogwarts, though she couldn't say she really remembered him. "Hey, mind if I sit with you?" she asked, smiling brightly at him as she sat down, hovering between fully sitting and slightly standing, just in case he wasn't in the mood for any company.

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