“The sun shone brightly on a stack of cauldrons outside the nearest shop. Cauldrons- All Sizes- Copper, Brass, Pewter, Silver- Self-Stirring- Collapsible, said a sign hanging over them.
'Yeah, you'll be needin' one,' said Hagrid, 'but we gotta get yer money first.'
Harry wished he had about eight more eyes. He turned his head in every direction as they walked up the street, trying to look at everything at once: the shops, the things outside them, the people doing their shopping. A plump woman outside an Apothecary was shaking her head as they passed, saying, 'Dragon liver, seventeen Sickles an ounce, they're mad...'
A low, soft hooting came from a dark shop with a sign saying Eeylops Owl Emporium -- Tawny, Screech, Barn, Brown, and Snowy. Several boys about Harry's age had their noses pressed against a window with broomsticks in it. 'Look,' Harry heard one of them say, 'the new Nimbus Two Thousand -- fastest ever -- '
There were shops selling robes, shops selling telescopes and strange silver instruments Harry had never seen before, windows stacked with barrels of bat spleens and eels' eyes, tottering piles of spell books, quills, and rolls of parchment, potion bottles, globes of the moon...”
The Order of Merlin (OoM) is an AU site based in the Harry Potter universe 8 years after the events of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. We're over 17 years old and still going strong with our small and cozy community! We are a dedicated roleplay site full of adults who like to play make-believe.
OoM is a plot-free roleplay site where players can focus on personal stories rather than an overarching one. All that we ask is that characters play consistent to the year of the site.
Set in the year 2006, everyone felt like recovery from the Second Wizarding War was possible. Just as they were picking up the pieces, another battle ensued nearly taking the British corner of the wizarding world with it. That was the Battle for the Blood Moon. Ever since its resolve, wizarding life is what you'd expect: students attending Hogwarts, professionals in the Ministry, shopkeepers working in the streets, and everyone trying to move on and live peaceably. Trauma bubbles under the surface, grief and mourning is in the air, but the world is calmer and quieter now. Even while the Ministry tries to find Greyback and finally put the latest assault to rest.
The once vacant studio flat on the top-most floor of the building housing Witch Weekly is now rented out by the newly-independent, French Ambassador Assistant, Spencer Fancourt. With only the occasional journalistic cursing and typing of magical keyboards to clog the white noise of the flat, Spencer finds all the peace she needs. And her decorating isn't half bad, either.
