power over me;

( cis man | he/him | archie renaux ) —— isn’t that jai deverill? yeah that is them, outside the leaky cauldron! they used to be in slytherin but apparently they now work as a mediwizard at st. mungo's. they always seemed to remind me of straight bourbon, rolled up sleeves of a crisp white dress shirt, beat up boxing gloves, wrapped knuckles & lipstick stained skin, which seems about right. anyway i’ve heard they’re still a bit charming, sarcastic, and loyal. they’re twenty-two now but some things never change! i wonder how being a half-blood is affecting them after school,  especially now they’re neutral (order bias)? when was it they graduated again, 1974? has it really been that long...

about jai

full name: jai zaiden deverill

age: 22

birthday: august 1. 1956

zodiac: leo

gender: cis male

sexuality: bisexual 

blood status: half-blood 

job: mediwizard 

former school: hogwarts (slytherin house)

birthplace: london, uk 

mary   was   a   creature   of   habit   ,      even   when   that   habit   was   trying   their   best   not   to   outwardly   have   one   .      they   always   walked   home   from   work   .      they   never   walked   the   same   route   twice   in   a   row   .   and   it   was   only   about   twenty   minutes   door   to   door   .      a   quick   jaunt   from   horizont   alley   to   the   leaky   cauldron   then   from   there   it   wasn’t   too   far   from   charing   cross   road   to   the   little   soho   flat   she   called   home   .      and   usually   she   had   her   head   on   a   swivel   for   every   step   of   that   walk   .   usually   .      but   today   had   been   a   long   day   ,      opening   through   till   just   before   the   happy   hour   rush   ,      and   maybe   mary   wasn’t   quite   as   present   as   she   usually   was   .      or   maybe   she   definitely   wasn’t   as   her   path   home   today   took   her   clean   into   another   person   .

❝      ay   !      watch   it   !      ❞         yelling   out   advice   they   themselves   should   have   been   heeding   even   as   the   other   made   an   effort   to   stop   mary’s   fall   .      but   the   second   she   recognised   him   mary’s   face   took   a   little   journey   all   of   its   own   :      from   offense   to   recognition   to   maybe   the   hint   of   a   little   smile   .         ❝      a   thought   we   said   we   were   gon   try   an’   no   see   each   other   again      ❞         she   managed   after   a   wee   second   .         ❝      but   am   thinking   this   doesnae   count   as   whit   we   were   meanin’      ❞

he smirked a little at their outburst, if only because it didn’t sound so offensive coming out of one so much smaller than him. not that he underestimated the other; he had watched them heal during his time in training, and anyone that could come back the way that they did from what they had suffered was stronger than most... well, everyone he knew. jai might be a dick (no, he was definitely an ass - there was no doubt about that at all), but he didn’t underestimate anyone.

“you made that promise to yourself, love,” he said, teasing them back with a light laugh. he moved back when he was sure the other wasn’t going to fall over into the street, where muggle vehicles passed by with no knowledge of the duos conversation. “i had nothing to do with it. i am a man of my word, after all.” he placed a hand on his chest as if he truly mean the words he was saying. they were, of course, bullshit, but mary didn’t need to know that. and even then, he was sure that they could see right through him. “what are you doing about these parts?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as he moved to stuff his hands into the pockets of the leather jacket he threw on whilst leaving his apartment this morning.”

“ you might be one of those men some day soon, “ she countered back, teasingly before leaning her back against the counter, facing him. she felt herself relax for the first time in a while; no longer tense because the other wasn’t going to ask her about how she was really doing. “ so you just came in here in the middle of the day solely because you wanted one ? not judging. just curious, “

jai placed his hand over his heart, pretending as if she’d actually wounded him with her words. he leaned back, the back of his barstool catching him so he didn’t go too far back. “why would you wish such a fate on anyone, let alone a paying customer?” he asked jokingly, shaking his head as he righted himself, both hands going back up to the top of the counter. “just needed a drink after a shitty shift at work, is all,” he confessed, shrugging his shoulders. “but that’s quite a regular occurrence.” 

sirius  cocks  his  head   to  the  side  to  throw    his  smirk’s  jai’s  way ,   eyes  giving  a  slow  blink  to  emphasise  the  tease  in  his  own  answer :   “  only  in  practice . ”    sirius’  arms  cross  over  his  chest  before  answering ,    glancing  off .    “  needed  a  quick  smoke  before  deciding  what  to  do  with  my  life , ”   he  echoes ,   another  tease  in  parroting  jai’s  answer .    “  or  at  least  in  the  period  between  the  shop  closing  early  and  my  next  plans . ”    he  turns  to  raise  a  brow  over  pointing  out  a  part  of  that  statement  in  his  next  question .    “   is   that   the  trick  to  finding  you ,   then ?   waiting  in  random  alleyways  by  st  mungo’s ?  ”

jai met sirius’ smirk with his own mirrored back at him, reaching up to run his fingers through his bleached hair, ruffling it despite it being unnecessary. it was london, and it was windy, after all. nature did it for him. “practice does make perfect, or so i hear,” he agreed, nodding his head and looking at the wall for a moment before he found his attention moving back to sirius. “you sound quite busy,” he said, his voice lilted with amusement. “how could you have possibly made time for this riveting conversation?” he shifted, his hands moving to shove into the pockets of the sports jacket he wore. “you make me sound like a predator lurking in dark corners. i simply find it nice not to have to listen to the tragic conversations between passersby on the main streets. peace and quiet is so... pleasant a lot of the time.” 

sirius  quirks  a  brow  up  at  jai’s   choice   of  words ,     lip  quirked .  “  didn’t  you ?  ”    he  pushes  up  off  his  own  spot  to  step  closer ,   shoulders  lifting  in  a  slow ,   exaggerated  shrug  as  he  approaches .   “  there  is  an  argument  to  be  made  about  biases  in  interpretation ,   isn’t  there ?  ”   he  says ,   as  if  idly .   “  personally ,   i’d  argue  this  is  simply  a  very   sad   wall  to  look  at ,   regardless  of  your  personal  state . ”

jai chuckled in amusement, tongue running over his lips as he looked down at the ground and back up to the other. “got something to prove to me, black?” he asked teasingly. he turned and leaned against the wall that had turned into the topic of their conversation, kicking up a leg so the bottom of his foot rested against it. “it wasn’t my first choice in scenery. not my fault that it’s the nearest wall in the closest alleyway to st. mungo’s,” he pointed out. “needed a quick smoke before i went home for the day.” he tilted his head slightly. “why are you wandering into random alleyways? unless, of course, it was for the pleasure of my company. not that i would blame you.” 

“ i think i could do a lot better if it was an opening line, “ the red head countered with a slight smile before beginning to go through the process of pouring the drink. “ it usually depends on the day. today, i am anyone’s ear or shoulder to lean on, “ placing the glass in front of jai.

“oh, i pity all the men that come into this bar on a day where you do have better lines,” he teased. “i’m sure you can make them buy whatever you wanted them to. the tips you probably receive.” scoffing, he shook his head with an amused smile on his face, reaching forward and taking the glass from her. he raised it in thanks. “cheers, love,” he said, and took a sip. “today is your lucky day because i don’t need an ear or shoulder.” he never really found himself to be a guy who poured out his heart while drinking.

jai’s day had left... quite a lot to be desired. he hadn’t gone to work with any of the training quidditch teams, instead deciding to stay at st. mungo’s and assist where help was needed, and it had been a hectic day. instead of apparating home, jai had decided that a walk would help settle the tension that had settled in his muscles, his shoulders tight and uncomfortable. 

it was a touch cold, so his hands were shoved into the pockets of the leather jacket he wore, and he rounded a corner, trying his best not to run into anyone walking along the sidewalk, but to no avail. he bumped into a passerby, and he stopped immediately, reaching out to catch them to make sure that they wouldn’t fall. “hell, i’m sorry,” he said, looking down and finding a familiar face in front of him. his worried expression shifted into that of a knowing smiling. “it’s you,” he added, his eyes dropping to look her over. “fancy seeing you here.” charming, as ever. // @mmacdonvlds​

JAI DEVERILL + INSPIRATION

she winced, knowing immediately what her answer should be. if she missed this meeting, she would also miss whatever grand opportunity it was that held an owl tapping on her window so violently, holding a memo that promised an easy go. calla also knew that she was not the only operative who received the transmission, which was why she hit the ground running. “oh, that really isn’t fair.” but on the other hand, a week in london wouldn’t be the worst thing. she hadn’t been home for more than three consecutive days since yule. a few naps would be nice. she sighed, her mind made up before she even started wondering. “but, what the hell.” she slipped into the cloak then held her hand out for him to start walking. “after you.”

“life isn’t fair, blondie,” he said, grinning despite her obvious annoyance about having to choose between work and coffee. jai watched her face as she argued with herself in her head, leaning back on his heels. he was happy to know that caffeine won, and he brought his hands together to clap once, happily. “perfect,” he responded, moving to grab the hand she held out to insist he lead and wrap her arm around his own as he started down the street. “how have you been?” he asked, looking down at her. “i feel as though i haven’t seen you in... quite a long time. don’t tell me you’re avoiding me?” 

@unforgivableboost​

“hey, hi,” she said, breathless, as she handed them the cloak she had over her arm. “could you hold this for like…” finishing that sentence meant she had an idea of how long it would take to shake the hangover out of her bones (there hadn’t been time to find a potion), so she kept quiet. calla briefly flashed a finger at them, the one pleading for patience, before flipping her head over. immediately she began shaking her hair with rabid fingers, tousling the look to hopefully decrease the lumps from passing out on wet hair. finally, she righted herself, a grateful smile on her face as she retrieved her item. “woke up late, and if you didn’t already know, goblins don’t exactly like the effortless look.” in truth? she could have used a vanity charm, but she had been angry with the bank for shacking her up in a hovel, so minimal effort reciprocation was the way. 

jai paused, waiting wordlessly as he held her cloak while he waited for her to adjust herself. he tilted his head, watching her quietly, an amused smirk on his face all the while. “what i hear, avery, is that you’re making excuses,” he teased, chuckling under his breath while he held out her cloak and allowed her to retrieve it from his arms. he shoved his hands into his pockets. “does running late mean we can’t go and get a coffee? i’m going to need a shite ton of caffeine to get through today, so i’m going whether or not you are,” he tells her. 

LOCATION : the hopping pot.

PERIOD : present.

TAGGING : @unforgivableboost​

“ you look like you could use a drink or several, “ the red headed witch raised an eyebrow as she finished off the mundane task of wiping down the bar counter, “ i heard that bartenders make quite excellent listeners so if you want to talk about it, we can. there’s no judgement here, “

jai laughed softly, moving to sit up on the bar stool with a light smile on his face. “do you say that to all your customers? it’s quite an opening line,” he teased, moving to take off his coat and put it on the seat beside him. he rolled up the sleeves of his dress shirt and leaned onto the bar. “but you’re right. i could use a drink. bourbon, straight, please.” he tapped on the bar top. “are you always offering to be customer’s therapist, or am i just lucky?”

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 .

location .   by  an  alley  or  otherwise  secluded  wall tagged .   @unforgivableboost​

“   looking  for  the  art   exhibit  too ,    are  you  ?   ”        sirius  lifts  a  hand  out  of  his  pocket  to  point  to  the  wall  in  front  of  them ,   though  it  very  literally  is  nothing  but  a   brick  wall .   it’s  simply  unlike  like  him  to  stay  quiet  with  any  sort  of  company .     “   i  personally  took  the  darker  corner  there  to  symbolise  the  artist’s   state  of  mind .    thoughts ?   ”

jai turned to sirius with an eyebrow raised, the blunt in his fingers falling and dropping to the ground as he ground it with the toe of his shoes. “didn’t realize you were so... deep, black,” he joked, smirking a little as he pushed his hands into the pockets of his dark trousers. “but i think you’re projecting a little, don’t you?”