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age  alliance esmeray narine raymon , link, notes | Esmeray Narine Raymon was on a warpath. The magazine's fashion writer was rarely seen in a good mood anyways, but that day seemed to magnify her easily-sparked temper. She had seen to the departure of Arielle Grace, and would personally ensure that others met the same fate if they tried to cross her. Truly, if it weren't for the surprisingly amazing quality of work she produced, Giselle Dixon would have seen her fired by now. But Es made sure she was damn good at what she did, leaving no room for anyone else to be the best. A monochromatic vision of the woman strutted into her office, adorned in what could only be described as an oversized black sweatshirt that was serving as a dress, cinched in the middle by a leather corset--a trademark, it seemed. Thigh-high boots in the same color elongated her legs, and her equally inky, dark hair was simply tousled, hanging down around her shoulders. She had already lost her shit at a clueless intern before turning around and snapping at someone who made some sort of comment that Killian must not have been fucking her correctly for her to be so riled up. She set their work ablaze for the comment. Mentioning Killian around her had warranted similar reactions, especially since the news broke that the couple was no more. It was hot gossip, how her former lover seemed to steadfastly ignore her existence or act as if he didn't know her. Few knew the actual truth. Fuming at the latest mistakes that had been made, Es was in her office again, sorting out things that were truly below her--her job was to write the articles that everyone wanted to read, not do menial, assistant-level work. Her eyes rolled up to the ceiling. People were just incompetent. A knock came at the door. A sigh hissed between her teeth before she waved her wand and opened it, not even turning to greet her visitor. "Speak," she commanded, her attention fully on the documents before her. "And don't even think about wasting my time unless you'd like to see your position here disappear." |
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| The job Damari did was a dangerous one, and plenty of his predecessors and colleagues had met an early demise because of it. But, it was all part of the job, he supposed. No one who became an Auror did it because it kept them out of danger. They did it because what they did kept the people they loved out of danger. Damari knew he would die a thousand deaths if it meant Tiernan, Amorette, and Anastasia would live in peace and safety for eternity. That didn’t make losing a co-worker any easier. Lucas Beausoleil was older than him, but only slightly. Still, it had been enough for the man to take Damari under his wing on occasion, to help him about the office in one way or another. He was a good man. And now he was gone. The Ministry was coping as it always did—address it, take a day to pay respects, and then back to work. Crime and Dark Magic did not stop to mourn the dead. They worked tirelessly to add more corpses to the count. It was recent enough that the office still had Lucas’s belongings within it, and when he looked up from his desk, Damari saw the late Auror’s widow walking in, looking as if she carried the weight of everything upon her shoulders. The eldest Malfoy debated for several moments whether or not he should go and say something to her. Part of it was, he didn’t know exactly what to say. The other part of it was that she had just lost a husband. In a real, permanent way. How could he try to console her, how would his words have any meaning when her loss was so grand? In the end, the part of him that had been friendly with the Beausoleil family won out, and he rose from his desk, shoving his hands into his trouser pockets as he leaned against the doorway to the office of his former colleague, raising a knuckle to knock against the frame as he gazed at the sight of a woman that had the world ripped from her. Bonjour, Damari. “Hello, Madame,” he replied weakly, a half-smile pulling on one side of his face. “Just thought I’d check in. See if you needed any help.” |
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What a pair, Trinity and Marisol. Pining after people they shouldn’t. At least they had each other for support in that regard. Why did love have to be so…complicated? Why couldn’t people just fall for who they were supposed to fall for and then the world would turn as it was supposed to? Nothing made sense—certainly not Marisol and Alastor. Christian and Trinity, admittedly, made more sense, having lived together and being close and friendly in ways Mari simply wasn’t with the man that had caught her eye.
Though, if it wasn’t what Trinity truly wanted in the long run, then Marisol wouldn’t force her opinion on her friend as to what she thought of the pairing.
Still, given everything, Marisol didn’t know if she could give advice she couldn’t take. Hadley and Alastor…well, that was a complicated mess—at least in her eyes. Maybe it wasn’t to them, maybe she was the snag and should remove herself from the equation. The dark-haired Ravenclaw shook her head and blew a breath out of her lips at the thought.
Alastor? Well I ah—hold on, let me get my thoughts in order.
Mari offered Trin a sympathetic smile, unable to contain her chuckle. “I hardly believed it myself after it happened,” she admitted. “It’s hardly believable.”
He has been kinder, recently. After entering the Auror program together, the dynamic changed I suppose. He changed.
Marisol nodded, having noticed those changes. When he wasn’t around Hadley, at least. The night had been pleasant. Whether that was because of the wine or the company, she was steadily avoiding that analysis.
But still—I can understand why you are as confused as I. Merlin I wouldn’t even know where to begin. Have you talked about it?
Mari shook her head glumly. “No. Despite how he lives right above me, he’s almost avoiding me as much as possible. Doesn’t help that Hadley Fawley is hovering when she can to keep him from me. He probably thinks it was a drunken mistake,” she shrugged. “And I probably shouldn’t blame him.”
Though, if it wasn’t what Trinity truly wanted in the long run, then Marisol wouldn’t force her opinion on her friend as to what she thought of the pairing.
Still, given everything, Marisol didn’t know if she could give advice she couldn’t take. Hadley and Alastor…well, that was a complicated mess—at least in her eyes. Maybe it wasn’t to them, maybe she was the snag and should remove herself from the equation. The dark-haired Ravenclaw shook her head and blew a breath out of her lips at the thought.
Alastor? Well I ah—hold on, let me get my thoughts in order.
Mari offered Trin a sympathetic smile, unable to contain her chuckle. “I hardly believed it myself after it happened,” she admitted. “It’s hardly believable.”
He has been kinder, recently. After entering the Auror program together, the dynamic changed I suppose. He changed.
Marisol nodded, having noticed those changes. When he wasn’t around Hadley, at least. The night had been pleasant. Whether that was because of the wine or the company, she was steadily avoiding that analysis.
But still—I can understand why you are as confused as I. Merlin I wouldn’t even know where to begin. Have you talked about it?
Mari shook her head glumly. “No. Despite how he lives right above me, he’s almost avoiding me as much as possible. Doesn’t help that Hadley Fawley is hovering when she can to keep him from me. He probably thinks it was a drunken mistake,” she shrugged. “And I probably shouldn’t blame him.”
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Domnall had gotten lucky, for now. He’d been quick on his feet to think of a way out of the predicament with the arrest warrants—though, it seemed like there was little coming out of that. Still, laying low wasn’t a bad idea. That is where Colby had come in. A fake name given to the girl from Diagon Alley. Luckily, he was able to charm her into believing him, and slipping off the radar after that had been simple.
But Dom ached to get back into the world, to not worry about her catching him and finding out who he really was—though, there was always a solution to that. Though, it would be a bad look if someone connected the dots from Emmaline to Ariel. Patterns were never a good thing.
But he had managed to craft something up. Managed to slip away from Ariel under the pretense that he had gotten a job as a security guard and was working a night shift. It wasn’t hard to believe. The best lies were simple. And luckily, she hadn’t questioned him.
So it was the perfect opportunity to slip away to Knockturn Alley, where no one who associated with Ariel would be, and where the people who did recognize him wouldn’t exactly care about the warrant for his arrest. Maybe, if he was lucky enough, he could even get a quick, dirty fuck out of it, too. Sliding into the White Wyvern felt like sliding into a favorite pair of jeans that hadn’t been worn in a while—it was a level of satisfaction that he reveled in for a moment.
His eyes did a quick scan of the room, lingering mostly on the women but did a double-take when the pristine sight of one Aurelius Raymon crossed his gaze. Esmeray’s uncle was well-known in the shadier communities, but had never branded himself a Death Eater…a rather wise move, all things considered. While Dom was still very proud of his association with the Death Eaters, he was more than miffed at the way the power scales had tipped. Most of them had turned their loyalty directly to Death, which Dom would refuse to do. He had power right where he was. He wouldn’t give that up.
Others, like his former lover and Aurelius’s niece, had jumped ship entirely. It was…disappointing, to say the least, and Dom scoffed when he heard that it was in the name of love. How foolish. The woman he had slept with believed in no such thing, but her soul had been weak and easily seduced, it seemed.
But, the word circling among the Death Eaters was that Aurelius had resolved that issue on his own. The breakup of what was a formerly well-known couple was very public, and Dom had to admit that the work that Aurelius had done was simply sublime.
So, forgoing the women of the evening, Dom slid into a seat beside the elite man. “Didn’t think I’d see you here,” he commented in greeting. “But glad that I have, because now I get to pass along my compliments at your…handiwork.”
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