"I’m fine. I just broke up a bar fight. Part of the job description. Might have hurt my hand though."
"You might want to get a little ice for that. The bloke you hit looked like his face was made of brick."
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"I’m fine. I just broke up a bar fight. Part of the job description. Might have hurt my hand though."
"You might want to get a little ice for that. The bloke you hit looked like his face was made of brick."

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"M’what?" Hazy blue yes opened a fraction to be greeted with the sight of a dingy, wet alley. Her head was pounding, bile rising in her throat, but the blonde swallowed it down thickly. "M’fine. Don’t." Tiredly, weakly, she batted away the offered helping hand. Her legs wobbled, newborn giraffe unstable as she tried to stand. Using the nearby wall as support, Theo inwardly swore. She hadn’t done this in so long. To add insult to injury, she couldn’t remember anything of last night and wasn’t sure who the person before her was. There weren’t many nice people in Knockturn Alley. Legs giving out, she wound up on the floor again. A weak noise escaped her lips. "Go away. I just need a minute and I can can go home.”
Patrols were supposed to be exciting, and sending your rookie partner out to investigate something ridiculous like doxy smuggling was supposed to be hilarious. But instead she was tired from the late night and bored out of her mind. Knockturn was one of her least favorite areas, perhaps out of an unfair bias, and the number of dingy doorways she'd paused in to check for danger had gotten ridiculous. Her eyes fell on someone huddled against the wall, and as she approached she slid her wand from the top of her boot. "You alright?" When the blonde swatted away her hand, Cassandra rolled her eyes and tucked her wand away, watching the woman stumble and slide back down. "Seriously, you need help. Come on, let me help you stand."
"Hadley’s Heels? Godric, no. That place actually sells well made heels. I got these in somewhere in London." Blaise replied. Tugging at the shoe, she glanced at the damage sighing. "They were so cute too — but you’re right a..simple repair." She smiled at the woman in front of her. She knew the spell she was walking about but had never really been able to cast it before — something always went wrong. "I…don’t actually have my wand on me. Do you mind?" She asked, lying through her teeth.
Cassandra lifted a brow, reaching into the top of her boot for her wand. What kind of witch didn't carry her wand on her at all times? "Sure not a problem, though honestly, you shouldn't be without it." She bit back the desire to call the woman, who she'd never really met, an idiot. "Repairo" Charm work had always been one of her best skills, and she smiled to herself as the heel snapped back into place, good as new. "All better." She handed the woman her heel and tucked her wand back into her boot. "Now if it had been a potion I'd have been bloody useless."
"Already?" Blaise asked exasperately, her voice coming out as more of a whine than she intended as she sat down on the nearest bench. "I just got these."
"You didn't get those at that shop next to Puddifoot's in Hogsmeade did you?" Cassandra paused by the bench, giving her own shoes a wary glance. "Simple repairing charm should do the trick; I mastered that one fairly early on when I started wearing heels."

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Damage Done | Cassandra Self Para
Today it was miniature unicorn to add to the tiny menagerie growing in the far corner of the room, and she watched as his eyes followed it across the desk. It was like watching a child at play, especially when he realized that she'd given him a foal to go with the adult and clapped gleefully, muttering pretty over and over. Nothing had changed, though she wasn't sure why she kept hoping that it might.
"I feel you there." Bernie gave a sympathetic grin. "If I got payback for the time’s I’ve said things about Nimbus or Firebolt, I think I’d have a thousand brooms attack me on a daily basis."
"Oh, that’s a shame. He went out with a bang then, didn’t he?"
"We got such a small group of recruits and none of them seem to be worth the wood in their wands to be perfectly honest."
"He was harmless enough really; just a poor old bloke who thought Deatheaters were still running amok. Seems he used to be a hit wizard during the First War, and he was very surprised that they 'let birds in the auror office' these days."
"I think you’d be surprised just how hard someone will try if they really want a relationship with someone. Would it really be better if he couldn’t care less? Who’d have your back then?"
"I try very hard to avoid relationships when I can help i, especially with overly eager new aurors. Honestly I tend to work better alone, and I can watch my own back most of the time."
"See, this is why I like being my own boss. And having Tommy take out the rubbish for me. Can’t stand taking out the rubbish. I never remember," Bernie bobbed her head to the side. She could remember the stats for every current player on the Falcons but she couldn’t be bothered to empty the bin.
"But at least it’s a story to tell. Plus, I suppose you probably made the night for most of the old codgers in there. Practically a public service, just turning up."
"I suppose this is what comes of mouthing off about how useless the new recruits are." She shrugged, chewing on her bottom lip.
"Well, I did get a couple of cheers, but honestly I felt sorry for him in the end. Turned out he was supposed to be on his way to Mungos.
"See, normally I’d say he’s being friendly but that sounds a bit more like stalking than friendship… Is there any way out of it or are you stuck with ‘im?"
"It could be on orders, since I've told people I work best on my own and yet they are not convince. Honesty, I'm hoping if I lose him or make him miserable enough he'll just give up."

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"No one mentioned chasing barmy old blokes into run down pubs just to find out that they're just a little touched in the head when I was going through training. The place was so full of smoke that I could barely breathe, and I'm pretty sure my hair and clothes smell like stale fire whiskey."
The game of Quidditch continues to thrill and obsess its many fans around the world. Nowadays every purchaser of a Quidditch match ticket is guaranteed to witness a sophisticated contest between highly skilled fliers (unless of course the Snitch is caught in the first five minutes of the match, in which case we all feel slightly short-changed). Nothing demonstrates this more than the difficult moves that have been invented over its long history by witches and wizards eager to push themselves and the game as far as they can go. There can be no doubt that Quidditch has changed beyond all recognition since Gertie Keddle first watched those numbskulls on Quidditch Marsh. Perhaps, had she lived today, she too would have thrilled to the poetry and power of Quidditch. Long may the game continue to evolve and long may future generations of witches and wizards enjoy this most glorious of sports! (Quidditch Through the Ages: Chapter 10 - Kennilworthy Whisp)
"No worries. I mean, if I had been working on a broom template, I might’ve hexed you but I wasn’t, so it’s cool. Who are you trying to shake off, anyway?"
"Over-eager new partner. Got assigned last week and the bloody git keeps trying bond with me or something. Found me at the pub and started following me about."
"Merlin’s beard! Most people use the front door to get in here. You know, the one with the bell attached to it."
"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you; just darted in to ditch someone."
If there was anything Annika understood, it was shaming the family. “I know that feeling.”
"Seems like a lot of worrying about people killing you though."
"What can you do?" She shrugged. "At some point you just have to decide to be yourself regardless."
"The danger's part of the fun! Besides, we're trained to be vigilante and to defend ourselves."

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Night Collisions | Cass & Isa
"No offense taken." she muttered. Truly, she wasn’t offended. The blonde was well aware of how dreadful she looked. "But that’s me. The candy woman."
Looking up at the other woman was something she didn’t want to do. There were signs all over her body of her sickness, but her eyes at the moment were her biggest tell. What was she to do? Isa was not in the habit of telling random people her issues, but the other woman was smart. All Aurors were smart, and she would connect the dots quickly. Isabella needed a plan of action, but hiding this illness would also be damaging to her. Taking accountability was something she had been trying to do. It would move her forward, which is what she wanted. But taking accountability in front of a complete stranger? Podric was one thing, he knew. He was practically family. He knew all too well. This woman didn’t know, and she wanted to keep it that way.
But did she really have a choice?
{ You always have a choice. Just because you couldn’t take it all those years ago, doesn’t mean you didn’t have one in general. }
Was that her eating disorder or her? The lines were blurred far too often now.
Isabella had a few options: push the woman away, be sharp. This would be protecting her eating disorder. Her eating disorder didn’t deserve any sort of protection. Then, she could also just attribute her sickliness to actually being sick. Not a complete lie, but it wasn’t the truth. Growing away from her eating disorder, partaking in recovery meant you needed to be held accountable. The only thing stopping Isabella from admitting that she, in fact, was not ok was the fact that she was a well known person. Her last name was one known throughout of all Wizarding England and Scotland because of her profession. But that was exactly it.
No one wanted a bulimic Honeydukes shop owner.
"I’m — "
{ What are you Isabella? You’re not fine. You’re not good. You’re sick, and you’re trying but you’re sick. But hiding? This woman seems like a good woman Isabella. She won’t exploit you. Trust. Because there are still good people in this world and you know that. You see it, more than anyone. You have to. Trust yourself, not your eating disorder. Never your — SHUT UP. }
Finally, she looked up, icy blue orbs (they got that way when she had been crying) that may have been considered haunting if Isabella didn’t have a sad smile on her face. A double shrug followed it. “I’m not alright. But I will be, you know? I — I just have to keep going. I know that’s rather vague and personal, but you asked. I answered. “
{ The first step was admitting you had a problem. }
Even at full height and wand out, Cassandra wasn't used to feeling like she actually made someone uncomfortable--not unless she was actually trying--and she certainly wasn't trying now. It had been quite awhile since she watched someone seem unable to catch their bearings and actually talk to her. She tried not to stare at the other woman; it would be unfair to make things more difficult for her, but she couldn't stop herself.
Hands tucked into her jacket pockets, she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Isabella looked like she had been crying, and that unsettled Cassandra more than anything else; she'd never been very good with emotions. It was much easier to barrel in with her wand drawn, firing hexes, than to handle tears and messy feelings.
"Hey--just relax." She tried to act casual, but she was sure that it just came out awkward and uncomfortable. "This isn't an interrogation; I just wanted to make sure you were ok, that's all."
Her usual response to these situations was either to walk away, make some kind of ridiculous comment that was meant to be funny, or completely shut herself down. The woman in front of her looked so sad, and Cassandra didn't quite know how to respond.
"Look, I didn't mean to pry; it's really none of my business. You just seemed upset."
"I don't know what the old bloke in the flat under mine is brewing down there, but it bloody stinks. It's late and there are fumes creeping up here that smell like something rotting."