Dauntless

Rabastan lounged on the steps of Sam’s home laughing at his confused face, not caring about this harsh tone, knowing that Sam was nothing but a child to him, and he needed be he could put him in his place. “ I didn’t say you had to be, Samuel.” He said back just as harsh. “ I don’t have any use, besides confusing the muggle Aurors leading them to their deaths.”

Having built a considerably successful online brand, and after his annoying insistence for her help, Emmeline had spent her afternoon trying to help Samuel do the same, but to no avail. After several meticulous explanations that she was sure went in one ear and out the other, Emmeline had enough of this farce. “No, you don’t,” Emmeline said, not hesitating for a moment to meet the harshness of his remark with equal amounts of exasperated hostility. “Besides, we both know that’s not the real reason you called me over here. So whatever it was you actually wanted to say, just spit it out so we can both stop wasting our time.”

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Emotions, like many other things, made him uncomfortable. As such, he dealt with them like he did everything else: by ignoring them. But for whatever reason, he had found himself thinking about a certain boy more than he ever had anyone (except for maybe Narcissa Black.) Which was why Sam found himself baking. It was just something to pass the time and distract himself when it began. But the older her got and the more he did it the more he found himself expressing things through his baking. Decorating, however, was another matter. Sam took the icing and made a makeshift ‘G’ on in green atop the confetti flavored cake.

After careful deliberation, Sam made his way to the flat he knew where the other resided. His eyes focused on the cake the entire time. In hindsight, he could have just apparated. Though he was terrified it would ruin his newest creation. A careful knock on the door, holding the cake with the other hand. Sam rehearsed what he was going to say while he waited for the other to open the door.

If someone had told him he would have been drinking alone every night he would have told them to fuck off. Samuel Gaunt was never one to be alone. It was unnerving for him and reminded him of how truly alone he had always been growing up. Sure, in school he had what were considered friends but were they really? Sam had always had another girl on his arm every other week if he wasn’t surrounded by friends. Which was why when he sipped on his martini at the Three Broomsticks he sort of missed the witty banter given to him that only a certain someone can bring. But upon hearing a familiar voice he quirked a brow. “Hello, Vic,” he said without turning his attention to face her, “What brings you out?”

Narcissa did not expect an intense reaction. It was common for people to agree with her and then, react affectionately to invitations by being remembered as an elite at wizarding world parties and events. Samuel seemed to be running away from the rule, and Black didn’t know if she wanted to strangle him for his selfless attitude or ignore his posture. “Excellent,” She said, and before she could even continue the conversation, she found herself screaming and jumping out of the chair as fast as Narcissa could when she heard the claws against the floor. The noise reminded her of when she heard the same cries from Bella or Andromeda, making her shiver and slowly walk away. “-demiguise?” Ah, now it was sufficient. Narcissa wasn’t the most enjoyable person with animals, especially those that were invisible and made strange noises. She looked at where the scratches came from, now standing still, but not far from Sam. “What an interesting name, Roosevelt. I hope you don’t see my visit as a nuisance.” Narcissa didn’t smile, it could be there, out of the corner of her eye, as something there didn’t seem right.

Charles couldn’t resist the roll of his eyes. His arms crossed over his chest and he almost chuckled. “Oh, how hysterical, Gaunt… I haven’t seen you either.” He hissed the word ‘seen’ through his teeth in almost a more dramatic way. He rolled his eyes. “In case you weren’t being sarcastic, but I am sure you were… I have been on vacation.” He grinned a bit. He pushed off the wall to stand up straight and held out a folder. “Here… I was told to give you that.” 

“I had to oblivate a poor little girl who came in contact with a hinkypunk.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Otherwise, I don’t need to be on this floor. So you have fun with all your pornographic conversations going on around here…” 

“Marlene is fine, but you’re welcome to try to come up with a nickname. It just has to be one I’ve never heard before.” She replied, shrugging at his denial of her handshake. “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Sam.” Again, she searched her memory for any recognition of the name. Marlene met a lot of people and gossiped enough to put Rita to shame, but she was still drawing a blank. “No offense and I mean this, seriously, no offense.” She started, clutching at her coffee cup with both hands now. “But I have no idea who you are or what rumors you’re caught up in.” Offering a small smile of apology, she watched him ramble slightly. She may not have known the rumors, but he certainly seemed concerned with them. “But, if you’re lookin’ to tell that story to someone, I’ve been told that I’m magnificent company and a fantastic person to confide in.” Which wasn’t always true, but it could be, depending on how interesting what she was being told was. “Besides, I’d love to hear what you have to say about yourself, Sam.” People were interesting. New people, even moreso. “I’ve already got coffee, but I’ll buy you a cup if you agree to sit and talk to me for a while.”

Lucy grinned at his agreement, if only everyone would be like that, it is always better to agree with her than argue. “ Shut up, and take that back. I only like you because of Roosevelt.” She teased. “ He is an angel. I wish I had a Demiguise.” She said. “ If you ever need a babysitter for him, call me.”

She sat, crossing her legs and tossing her hair to the side and she looked at him. Most of the people would remember how she learned to be pure. Sometimes, with some guys from the Slytherin, she almost broke that vow, they were such a gentleman compared to what probably Lucius would it be. So, if Samuel were smart, he maybe could have something from her. “Oh please, call me Narcissa. We are not so far away to be called so politely.” She looked at him with a smile, aware of what he was doing to her and himself. “I am doing good. Working at a new event, you will probably receive an invitation from the high society sooner. And you?”

Charles wasn’t involved in the conversation. In fact, he was standing back at the other side. He had his arms crossed over his chest and his head resting against the wall. He didn’t need to hear them to know what they were saying, but it was not what he wanted to be imagining. "They are talking about some girl, naked… It’s very annoying and unprofessional. Please, shoo…” He waved his hand in disinterest. The two frowned a bit, but were quick to walk away. They were sure they had been talking quiet enough no one would hear and they had been… but legilimency holds nothing back. 

Sam snorted at the response he got. Of course they were talking about women naked. It was no secret that coworkers were sleeping with each other. Which was deeply frowned upon. But still happened. He folded his arms across his chest and eyed the man across the way. He had hardly seen him around but there was little time to think about that as there was a loud slam behind him. Roosevelt had left his office and slammed the door behind him. “Fuck sake,” he muttered under his breath, “I’ll find him later.” 

A cup of coffee held tightly in her hands, Marlene was practically running to the Ministry. Of course, she had forgotten her jacket at her desk. She was always forgetting her things, but with the escalating tensions recently, the Ministry was starting to only allow people in when they were on shift. Still, as someone who got cold easily, she was not about to freeze to death over the weekend due to stupid precautions. Jarred from her thoughts when her shoulder nearly collided with someone else’s, she scrambled to keep ahold of her coffee, leaning away as some spilled out onto the sidewalk. “Oh, not a problem, clearly I am incredibly graceful.” She immediately replied, still steadying herself with his aid. Flicking spilled coffee off of her hand, she glanced up at the man and shook her head. “No worries, I wasn’t lookin’ either. Lost in thought, y’know?” A sharp gust of wind promptly reminded her of why she was back at the Ministry in the first place and she pushed her hair out of her face, tucking it back behind an ear. 

“Oh! Right.” Taking a moment, she tried to remember if she’d ever seen the bloke before. Faces tended to blend together here and while Marlene was good at knowing everyone, she wasn’t good at remembering them. “Sorry, I’m Marlene. Marlene McKinnon. Definitely not a Miss by anyone’s standard.” Offering her right hand, she glanced down to see it still wet and switched her cup, slowly extending her left hand instead, speaking as she did. “Y’know, I’ve never done a left-handed hand shake before. This already feels kind of weird. You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.”