*— 𝖉𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 .

          she’s  always  been  the  image  of  punctuality  .  always  .  but  the  capacity  of  the  st  .  mungo’s  is  at  an  all  time,  and  unanticipated  high,  and  she  isn’t  capable  of  leaving  things  just  as  they’re  getting  bad  .  so,  as  time  ticks  closer  and  closer  to  the  hour  she’s  supposed  to  be  meet  her  sister,  she  makes  the  decision  to  stay  behind  and  arrive  minutes  late  .  if  only  for  the  poor  patient  gripping  her  hand  for  comfort  .  it’s  only  once  she  feels  like  her  patient  is  in  good  hands  that  she  collects  her  personal  belongings,  and  clocks  out  for  the  rest  day  .  and  then,  in  a  flash,  she’s  at  the  ministry          —          and  in  her  sister’s  arms  .

           “          of  course  i  missed  you  .          ”          the  older  sister  responds  adoringly,  laughing  at  the  other's  enthusiasm  .  she  holds  on  for  a  long  time  too,  only  pulling  back  to  look  at  her  face          —          causing  her  to  instinctively  tuck  a  stray  hair  behind  dominique’s  ear  when  she  does  .          “          sorry  i’m  late  .  it’s  just          —          ”          she  sighs,  hoping  it’ll  fill  in  the  blank  .  she’s  too  tired  to  describe  the  scene  she  left  behind  .          “          i  could  use  that  drink  .         ”

         “  well you certainly have a funny way of showing it  !  ”  dominique muses ,  a small chuckle breaking the air of tension that surrounded the ministry’s lobby as her older sister’s fingers ran through her hair .   the whole ordeal sent dominique’s mind into the past ,  where things were much more simple   —    before anyone had to worry about all the chaos and pandemonium that had now brought itself to bear upon their world .  

         “  i was hoping you’d say that  ,  𝑣𝑖𝑐  ”  she paused ,  allowing her mind to explore the options available to them .   “  i see our rascal of a brother decided not to make time for the both of us today .  ”  the younger blonde finished ,  a slight grin gracing her face as she grabbed victoire’s hand .  while dominique’s caseload had increased exponentially ,  she was sure that her older sister had much more to deal with on her plate —   especially given recent events .  

“          come on ,  vic ,  where are you  ?          ”   dominique said as she shuffled around nervously ,  hands securing themselves around her messy bun to make it more orderly .   victoire was never a fan of disorganization .  due to certain lifestyle choices made by the other ,  dominique rarely saw her sister around anymore .  but that hadn’t meant that contact between the two had ceased .  occasionally ,  dominique would do something stupid and end up writing to her sister for advice ,  only for the older one to send a howler back her way to chastise her .  their relationship was refreshing really ;  victoire afforded her the kind of attention that she could never seek from her parents .  

they’d compromised and agreed to meet at the ministry at the end of both of their workdays .   as dominique liked to say ,  the best way to catch up was over a drink at the pub ( and as an advocate ,  she certainly did a lot of that )  .   her sister’s tardiness was beginning to concern her however ;  those who knew victoire knew that the shining beacon of perfection was never late .   but with the spike in wizarding violence ,  it wasn’t entirely impossible that her sister had been asked to stay later at the st. mungo’s.  

but then it happens ,  a flash of green fire ,  silken strands of yellow tucked neatly behind the ears only to be cut off at the shoulders ,  and an air of grace fills the atmosphere .   while it might have taken others several more moments to register her presence ,  dominique knew right away .  how could she not ? 

          ‪❛‬  are you sure that you’re up for the task ?  ❜   petra furrowed a brow ,  pausing to speak only briefly before returning to her cigarette .   in all honesty ,  the words had slipped out of her mouth as soon as they had crossed her mind ,  and had perhaps come out a little more callously than petra had intended .   on the one hand ,  she understood loss .   not the loss of a biological father ,  but something similar .   but on the other ,  the world wasn’t going to freeze itself in place to allow people to mourn .   that simply wasn’t the job ,  and it was becoming increasingly clear to petra that it was important now more than ever to maintain their vigilance .  

         ‪in retrospect ,  it probably wasn’t the best time to pose that question to the other .   especially not when it was just the two of them trapped in a safe house on an overnight stakeout .   though she never knew harry potter personally ,  his legend was a well-known one across the international wizarding community .   it made sense that his daughter ,  lily ,  was equally if not more talented .   after all ,  petra had first hand experience with the auror selection process . 

𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐋𝐀: has your muse saved a life ?

petra would like to think so !   even if she hasn’t had the opportunity to intervene directly with the act of saving ones life ,  her apprehension of dark wix and scourers have probably saved many more .   or at least ,  that’s what she would like to think . 

𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄: has your muse had a close call with death ? 

put simply ,  yes .   in a profession where many don’t last past their first five years ,  it’s the survivors that should strike fear into their enemies’ hearts .  petra has suffered numerous injuries over the past couple years .  luckily ,  none were life-threatening nor irreparable but she remembers every single one !  

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐊: has your muse been responsible for the death of another ?  ( TW: DEATH & BLOOD )

yes .   during her first year as a trainee auror ,  she was assigned to a mentor who poured his heart and soul into her training .  on what was supposed to be a simple assignment ,  the mission went sideways and she was nearly caught by the no-maj authorities .   it should have been her ,  but her mentor took the fall and was subsequently was killed .   it’s his death that she feels most guilty about ,  but it’s also his death that continues to spur her conviction to remain an auror . 

 It had been a long night - not unusual for Cassius, he had spent it dedicated to his work, reading through legislative texts with a discerning pen. It did not bring the satisfaction it once had - not now he really knew what it was like to wield power. To make things happen that sent their whole world into upheaval. So he had walked with purpose to the atrium. As he’d expected, given how he tracked his co-workers movements, there was only one wix there, cloaked in Auror robes.  “Coming or going?” The question was friendly, said with all the commiseration of a  fellow hard-working Ministry employee. 

It was early in the morning, so early that inside the Floo stations were the embers of last night’s fires, rather than the fresh flames of a new day. He would know; lingering in the atrium was one of many habits Cassius had picked up over the years, Petra Rosier only his newest target. He’d watched the flames die and be reborn a thousand times over. This time there was more of a thrill in it - an Auror amongst the old families was too irresistable an opportunity to pass by. What he could do with an Auror on his side. For once, he did not need to fake interest. His eyes, alert and intent, were on Petra. “I imagine they have you up all night looking for the killers,” he began, his manner ingratiating. “These are terrible times we live in. I’m sure my grandfather would love revenge on my family, given all the evidence we’ve handed over.” All of which had been misleading, of course, but he didn’t need to reveal that - yet.  “Believe me, the only way I sleep is knowing you’re out there keeping us safe. I hope the investigation’s going well?”

            THE MINISTRY ,  OTHERWISE KNOWN AS THE BIRTHPLACE OF THE MODERN MAGICAL GOVERNMENT , WAS A MARVEL .   petra had seen her share of grandeur and magnificence ,  but this place was something else entirely .   even the magical congress of the united states was beholden ,  in some way ,  to the ministry .   and so petra ,  with what few minutes she had to spare ,  decides to relish the opportunity to bask in its history .  

            ‪❛‬  coming ,  i think ?  ❜    there's clear confusion in petra’s voice ,  eyes focusing in on the newcomer .   she’d seen him around before here and there in the ministry ,  and the wizard seemed to hold some semblance of influence within these parts .   perhaps ,  in light of recent events , early morning banter with him wasn’t the worst thing to indulge in .   ‪❛‬  oh ,  i’m quite used to it .  ❜  petra offered a friendly chuckle in response .   ‪❛‬  if my parents knew about my job ,  i’m sure they’d want to murder me as well .  ❜  she continued ,  her guard slowly lowering .   ‪❛‬  not exactly what one would think of a rosier considering my family’s history .  ❜   her confusion is replaced with a ( misguided ) sense of confidence .   if his angle was flattery ,  then petra would certainly play along .  

sterling had spent most of their morning cleaning their shop, checking up on inventory, reaching out to clients with details of an upcoming sale. it was a surprise to them how each task was done uninterrupted. their day was moving so slowly they just decided to close the shop early. sterling didn’t do this often but thought it would be nice to enjoy the rest of their afternoon. when sterling was in the back room grabbing their stuff a soft jingle was heard. they knew it meant a customer had arrived. with a long sigh, and a fake smile on their face they walked into the show room. “hello,” they greeted. “is there anything you were looking for today?”

     ‪❛‬  WHY ,  HELLO THERE .  ❜  an uncomfortable smile slowly crept onto petra’s face as she responded to the other’s greeting in a likewise manner .  if she were to be honest ,  petra found it strange that the shopkeepers here took the time to put on a welcoming facade for their customers .  no such thing existed back in new york city ;  a dismal place where time was money and there wasn’t a lot of the former to spare .   still ,  she supposed ,  it was a nice change of pace despite the dishonesty that plagued every faux smile .  

   ‪❛‬  no ,  i don’t think i’m interested in any particular goods at the moment  .  ❜  petra took her time to pace around the store ,  carefully meandering her way through the aisles so as to leave the merchandise alone .   the general rule was that she’d have to pay for anything that she broke out of pocket .  the ministry didn’t pay for stupidity ( or did they ? ) .   ‪❛‬  i am ,  however ,  interested in a fellow that a someone apparently witnessed entering your shop yesterday  .  ❜  she slipped the the storekeeper a photograph of scraggly and disheveled looking man in a black fur coat .  

it wasn’t like he deliberately wanted to be late, although his general punctuality is already questionable at best. in fact, excitement bubbled in his chest at the thought of not having to crunch numbers. unfortunately, there could simply be no avoiding the mess that he got himself in — the situation being a murder of crows picking on him while in his albatross form. the sight could only be described as pathetic and definitely unheard of — one of the largest bird species being attacked by, well, crows… he would’ve resorted to meaner methods, but didn’t really wish harm to the evil and smart creatures and, instead, waited for an opening before gliding away, which all in all took a ridiculous 30 minutes of his time.

looking harried with tufts of his hair being misplaced and hoodie and jeans in tatters, he transfigured back into a human and finally arrived at gringotts. looking around, he brightened up when he saw the auror assigned to the task. “hey, it’s me! so where to?” he asked, quite unceremoniously, slightly bouncing on the balls of his feet. he hadn’t extensively studied the file entrusted to him, figuring it would be best to go with the flow and just ask questions about the case off the bat — it worked more often than not.

     ‪❛‬  HMM … !  ❜  a dissatisfied grunt rang out from the auror ,  permeating the ( what seemed to be a permanent ) silence that surrounded gringotts  .   but all things considered ,  it made sense to petra .   as far as she knew ,  the bank was staffed almost entirely by goblins (  apart from the few asides here and there ) ,  and they certainly weren’t the most talkative of creatures .   not that petra would have liked to see the goblins speak anyway ;  they were grotesque little things and the mere sight of them assailed her eyes in the most offensive manner . 

    ‪luckily ,  her business at gringotts was for an entirely different matter .  put simply ,  the ministry's auror department ,  as of late ,  had been tasked with scouring the vaults of former death eaters to see if a connection could be made to the recent assassinations of kingsley shacklebolt and harry potter .   in the united states ,  petra had kept loose tabs on the wizarding climate of england ,  but otherwise kept herself disengaged from actual involvement .  here however ,  she knee-deep in the thick of it without an escape .  so ,  she supposed ,  the only path was forward .

   ‪in relation to that ,  petra could have sworn that she requested a cursebreaker a week ahead of time .  death eaters were notorious for leaving nasty surprises for any unwelcome visitors to their vaults ,  and petra would much rather not have had to chance it on her own .  though she had arrived with an ( originally ) sunny disposition ,  the cursebreaker was forty-five minutes off-schedule and her patience was beginning to wear thin fast . 

    ‪❛‬  YOU’RE THE CURSEBREAKER … !?  ❜  her words trail with a slight sense of uneasiness ,  and petra makes no attempt to hide her annoyance as she gives the other a once-over .  in all honesty ,  he looked no more professional than a common hoodlum ;  though his smile was something that petra could instantly feel herself developing a soft spot for .  ❛‬  i guess they’ll hire anyone these days .  did you not read the case file that i had sent you ?  ❜  petra arches an eyebrow inquisitively ,  arms rising to fold themselves across her chest .  

     ‪❛‬  UGH  … !  ❜   a loud sigh slipped from between petra’s cherried lips as she scratched at the murtlap bite on her left arm .   it had barely been week since petra’s return to england ,  and she could already tell that fate did not have anything particularly fortunate planned for her .  at the very least ,  that was what she could infer given the most recent turn of events .  

    ‪ of course ,  petra would never admit that something so trivial had actually managed to bother her .   after all ,  she’d dealt with worse injuries during the course of her work ranging from severe cuts and bruises .   still ,  the bite stung in a way infuriated the already distressed auror ,  and it was clear that treating the bite was beyond her field of expertise .  

MINOTAUR: WHAT SECRET DOES YOUR MUSE KEEP HIDDEN ? 

on the surface ,  petra has ( much to her family’s chagrin ) always been an ardent advocate for the unification of wizardkind as a whole !  but lurking somewhere beneath the iceberg are her more controversial beliefs .  she wholeheartedly believes that wizardkind is superior to no-majes and muggles ,  and that wizardkind should bear the mantle of responsibility to subjugate and guide the more primitive species into a brighter age .  in essence ,  she’s angry that wizardkind has had to hide for centuries simply because the no-majes and muggles are scared of powers that are beyond their control .  throw in a sprinkle of persecution over the past couple of centuries ( ahem !  salem witch trials and scourer witch-hunts )  and you have wound-up individuals like petra . 

HIPPOGRIFF: DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE A HIGH LEVEL OF SELF-WORTH ?

as a matter of fact ,  petra does !  she’s always been ambitious ( as if her days at ilvermorny weren’t any indication ) and attributes every success she’s had in life so far to the fruits of her labor .  that isn’t to say that she hasn’t had help along the way ,  but ultimately ,  she knows her value and exactly how big of an asset she has the potential to be .  come get her death eaters and order members !  

PIXIE: HOW DOES YOUR MUSE TEND TO GET INTO TROUBLE ?

petra has a horrible habit of sticking her nose into situations that she’s been told to avoid .  to be quite frank ,  the best way to tempt petra to do something is to tell her that she can’t !  is that the best trait for an auror ?  who knows !?  will it cause more trouble in the future ?  certainly .  

SIREN: DOES YOUR MUSE OFTEN ACT IN REVENGE ?

most certainly !  though petra isn’t the type of person to let things go easily ,  she also doesn’t act on impulse .  there’s a time ,  place ,  and occasion for everything ;  and petra will make sure to strike when she knows her bite will hurt the most . 

SPHINX: HOW DOES YOUR MUSE VALUE LOYALTY ? 

it is petra’s firm belief that loyalty is the keystone to any establishment .  but simply saying that you’re loyal isn’t enough .  if you truly want to earn petra’s trust ,  you’d have to demonstrate it through actions .  petra knows that if she can’t trust her allies in this war ,  then she can’t trust anyone ,  and that’d be no way to live her life .  but if you do manage to gain her fidelity ,  expect her throw herself in harms way for you .  

PETRA ROSIER MOODBOARD: ( 1 / ∞ ) ( CREDITS TO ACCIOPERCIVAL AND AASTORICS )

CENTAUR: HAS YOUR MUSE EXPERIENCED PHYSICAL ALTERCATIONS ?

while i believe that it’s rather rare for wizardkind to find a need to engage in physical altercations with each other ( what’s the point of wands right ? ) ,  petra has definitely gotten into a few tussles with no-majes while on assignment in their world .  as a side note ,  she may or may not have gotten into a few drunken bar fights but she’ll never admit it ! 

ELF: DOES YOUR MUSE VALUE APPEARANCE ? 

petra is about as vain as one can be .  she seeks validation from others and derives pleasure from knowing that they’re impressed with her .  as such ,  she places enormous value on her physical appearance and places a heightened priority on making social appearances insofar as they don’t conflict with her job ! 

KRAKEN: WHAT HAUNTS YOUR MUSE ?  ( TW: DEATH & POLICE BRUTALITY )

during first year of being an auror ,  petra was assigned to be under the supervision of an older and more experienced auror .  on one particular night ,  a simple snatch-and-grab mission to bring in a small cell of scourers went south ,  and her inexperience unexpectedly resulted in a no-majes’ death .  when the no-maj law enforcement arrived on the scene ,  they didn’t come looking to take prisoners .  it should have been her ,  but by his grace ,  it wasn’t .  instead ,  she was left with the burden of having to inform his family .  she hasn’t been able to live that down ever since . 

HYDRA:  DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE A REOCCURRING PROBLEM ?  ( TW: ADDICTION & DISABILITIES  )

put simply ,  petra has a cigarette problem .  maybe it’s because she’s always rearing to jump right into action .  or maybe it’s because she has mild form of un-diagnosed adhd .  either way ,  petra knows that she needs to find a way to quit . 

MERMAID: HOW DOES YOUR MUSE CONNECT TO WATER ?

petra doesn’t feel any particular spiritual or emotional connection to water .  she does have a when petra is stressed ,  she’ll sometimes submerge herself into a pool to think .  but other than certain calming properties that come along with being close to it ,  petra couldn’t care less .  it’s important to note that she does have a fear of deep waters .