Waiting was the worst part of anything. Zacharias had more than enough to keep him occupied, honestly. He had shoots in the best places, and when he didn't, he had Marlow. There wasn't anything he was ever going to complain about ( Read more... )

The break Zacharias sometimes managed to get during certain points in the year had come and gone. His shooting schedule was starting to get ridiculous, on both the wizarding and Muggle fronts, and he was driving himself insane with casting calls. Why he thought that might be a good idea was still beyond him. He'd yet to hear back from anything, but ( Read more... )

Everything still felt strange for Zacharias. Not having magic for even a little while left him anxious and jittery. It hadn't even been that bad. He'd caught up with Daphne over ridiculously fantastic food with a house elf willing to magic anything up that they may have needed. In comparison to what he was hearing, bits and pieces here and there, a ( Read more... )

( Owl to Marlow Linney )

After the St. Mungo's/Daily Prophet event, Zacharias imagined a good chunk of folks were nursing hangovers and avoiding social interaction. Amateurs. The only reason to bother calling it an early night was schedule related, a hangover was never an excuse. Also, he was just insanely bored. Shoots were momentarily on hold, though they were due to ( Read more... )