hot sugar!

She was pushing this goal forward that afternoon, her stack of court cases abandoned for the moment as she studied and made notes in Newt Scamander’s book. She knew that she was going to end up falling in a very different position in terms of her opinion on putting down dangerous magical beasts, so she didn’t put much stock into his personal asides, but the information he had on different monsters was invaluable. Alessa was sitting in front of Fortescue’s with his book laid open in front of her, quizzing herself on the information within.

A man seemed like the least likely solution to any of this—more of a complication than anything else—but Alessa trusted her mother, and her mother had gotten an arranged marriage to her father when she was 25, and they were the happiest couple she knew. Of course, among pureblood circles, the bar for that could be pretty low. That was the reason why she had even agreed to this dinner int he first place, and she had sat through it being as polite and charming and demure as her mother had told her to be. There was no need to show all her cards yet. 

As was usual with these types of arrangements, by the time dinner was through, their parents meaningfully excused themselves, sherry in the lounge and cigars in the den, all very 1950s and passe. For all the power her mother held, she was surprisingly traditional about some things, and Alessa supposed this was one of them. 

She didn’t particularly mind Cyril’s company. In fact, he’d been good company every now and again when they had seen each other at society functions, both of them at the same debutante ball (though Cyril had not been her escort, she had certainly noticed him) and always at the all the same flashy weddings. He was exactly what her parents wanted to see all through dinner, and it would have been easy to just believe what she saw, but she was a skeptical person at heart. 

Alessa cocked her head to the side as she regarded him, the two of them shooed out of the house to walk around the quiet, wealthy neighborhood her parents resided in. “Now that we’re out of earshot of my mother, you really don’t need to bother with all that Alessandra nonsense. Alessa is fine.” Worried that she might fidget too much, she dropped her hands behind her back and linked her pinkies together. “Your turn to say something your parents might not want to hear,” she teased lightly.

{ logan browning / cisfemale / she/her } – ♦ The war is here. The realization hit { ALESSANDRA AVERY } as they stood alone on the streets of London. They are a { TWENTY-FIVE } year old { PUREBLOOD } { LAWYER } who can be described as { + AMBITIOUS } and  { + UNEXPECTED }. But be wary for they are also { - TEMPERAMENTAL } and { - UNCOMPROMISING }. Currently they are siding with { DEATH EATERS }.  – ♦