heaven in hiding

         “    that  seat’s  not  taken,  you’re  more  than  welcome  to  sit  there,  if  you’d  like.     ”    being  a regular at the leaky cauldron,  she knows how busy the place can get during this time of the night.  still,  it was only a few minutes away from  the daily prophet,  and once the night cleaners kick her out of her office   (   no doubt a case of  christina  working overtime   again  )  ,  she’d find herself at the leaky cauldron,  working the night away.   even with all the noise and laughter,  she still found it a better place to work at than her own flat,  where she had to 

         she forces on a tight smile;  she’s only trying to be  friendly,  is all  (  though she admits she wouldn’t take kindly if someone had just  randomly  asked her to sit at their table  ).   there’s a pile of work papers scattered around the table, which she quickly gathers and tucks into a folder.    “     no,   really,  i   don’t   mind.     ”

   There place was crowded and that was to be expected at this time but Millie hoped that wasn’t the case and yet she was obviously disappointed. Maybe she’d better go home or she could always go to Benji’s bar but that was so far away that despite having magic, the thought itself was just exhausting after that long meeting at the end of the day.    The unfamiliar voice caught her off guard as the woman before her seemed to be doing everything in her power to be polite. Usually Millie was weary of strangers but it wasn’t like she looked dangerous. After a moment, Millie decided to sit with a nod, “Thanks.” She tried to extend the same kindness as she looked over the paperwork scattered. “So... are you working or just writing?” She asked. Curiosity getting the best of her. 

Sunset was Lavender’s favourite time of day. Hogsmede was still pretty full, but no one was rushing around. It was much calmer, almost cheerier. Perhaps it was the day at work she’d had, it was always nice when she had mostly nice predictions, but everything about this evening seemed to be going well.

“What about you, then?” Lavender asked to the person nearest her. “Busy night ahead, or just another quiet one in? I’ve got a date with a good book and a piping hot cup of tea that I’m rather looking forward to.”

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“Thank you very much, darling.” With a restrained smile, Mirabella accepted the drink that Millicent had brought her as they proceeded towards level 2, the location of the Auror Office. 

She picked up her skirt lightly so that it did not trail on the steps, although they were polished to gleaming tonight. Still, she could see a few changes that she might suggest to Bellatrix were they to take the Ministry again.

“Now, I’m certain that the presentation that I am about to have the dubious pleasure to receive will be uninformative in the extreme, so I would like to hear from you, Millicent.” Her eyes pinned Millicent, suggesting that it was more of a demand than a request. Millicent was, of course, a half-blood (rumored to be raised by a Muggle, disgustingly enough), but useful enough for Mirabella’s purposes with her profession. “What, in your eyes, is the greatest accomplishment of the Auror Office in the past year?” 

BOLD all that applies to your muse. italicized  -  applicable in some situations. reblog & complete for your muse ! 

eyes:  blue | green | brown | hazel | gray | gray-blue | other

hair:   blonde | sandy | brown | black | auburn | ginger | grey / white | multi-color | other

body type:   skinny | slender | slim | built | curvy | athletic | average | muscular | pudgy

skin:   pale | light | fair | freckled | tan | olive | medium | dark | discolored | scarred

gender:   male | female | trans | cis | agender | demigender | genderfluid | other ( non - binary ) | doesn’t like labels

sexuality:   heterosexual | homosexual | bisexual | pansexual | asexual | demisexual | other | doesn’t like labels

romantic orientation:   homoromantic | heteroromantic | biromantic | panromantic | aromantic | demiromantic | unsure | doesn’t like labels

species:   human | undead | shapeshifter | demon | angel | witch | ghost | incubus / succubus | vampire | werewolf | alien | mutant | android | cyborg | other ( fairy / banshee )

education: high school | college | university | master’s degree | PhD | M.D. | self taught

has been:  in love | hurt | ill | mentally abused | bullied | physically abused | tortured | brainwashed | shot | stabbed

positive traits:   affectionate | adventurous | athletic | brave | careful | charming | confident | creative | cunning | determined | forgiving | generous | honest | humorous | intelligent | loyal | modest | patient | selfless | polite | down-to-earth | diligent | romantic | moral | fun-loving | charismatic | calm

negative traits:  aggressive | arrogant | argumentative | bossy | cynical | envious | shy | fearful | selfish | gullible | jealous | impatient | impulsive | cocky | reckless | insecure | irresponsible | mistrustful | dramatic | paranoid | possessive | sarcastic | self-conscious | swears | clumsy | rebellious | emotional | vengeful | anxious | self-sabotaging | moody | peevish | angry | pessimistic | slacker | thin skinned | dishonest | vindictive | volatile | rude | disloyal | cruel | sadistic | masochist | violent | manipulative | vain | narcissistic

living situation:   lives alone | lives with parent(s) / guardian | lives with significant other | lives with a friend | lives with sibling | lives with roommate | drifter | homeless | other

parents/guardian:   mother | father | adoptive | foster | grandmother | grandfather | uncle | aunt | deceased | disowned

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relationship:   single | crushing | dating | engaged | married | separated | it’s complicated

has:   learning disorder | personality disorder | mental health issue | anxiety disorder | sleep disorder | eating disorder | behavioral disorder | developmental disorder | substance-related disorder | PTSD | mental disability | physical disability |

3. Are they close with their family? If not, do they have a found family they are close with?             Millie is close to her mother but she does hide quite a few things from her. She is aware that her mother constantly worries about her safety and well being and to spare her any heart attacks, she keeps everything hidden. She used to have her little found family in Hogwarts but as of late, she’s been a bit distant from all of them.  24. Do they have any niche interests?    She loves rubik’s cubes. Millie could sit for hours trying to solve one and the harder they are, the better. Growing up, she didn’t really share with anyone that interest because it was a muggle thing her mother taught her to use to help her calm her anger. It helps her clear her mind whenever everything gets too loud. 

30. Have they had any near death experiences?    Partaking in the war and following into be an auror, that all sort of goes hand in hand but there is one instance that sticks to Millie the most and it’s probably because it was too close of a call. Millie can handle beatings, she can handle curses and hexes but to go out because of a snake bite? That one really seemed rather sad to her and strangely funny considering her former house. 

Neville swung around to face them, wand in hand with a muttered Lumos so he could at least see the identity of the person who might apprehend or attack. He tensed when he saw Bulstrode. It really couldn’t be anyone worse, could it.

“Lovely night for it, though,” Neville said once he had recovered himself. His voice was shaking slightly, but he was determined to stand his ground. “Patrol going well, then? Feel good about what you’re doing to your fellow students?” he challenged.

It was one thing for Umbridge to crack down on the students. She had her own horrible agenda, and Neville loathed her. But it was an utter betrayal to have fellow Hogwarts students, Slytherins or not, help her carry out that agenda just for a taste of power.

She stared at him even though she heard the hesitation in his voice. Her gaze didn’t falter once and maybe that’s what made her so terrifying sometimes. Millie kept a tight grip of his wand in case he tried to pull anything funny on her. She would be prepared. She was often underestimated and she would often prove people wrong. 

“ oh, that’s good at least, “ susan said with a delicate shrug of her shoulders. she was practical, thinking about how she wanted to apparate home, and not take a taxi, but couldn’t apparate unless sober ( DIDN’T WISH TO GET SPLINCHED. again. what a terrible memory of hers ). “ i’m not very stressed, “ she said softly, scrunching her nose. “ are you stressed ? “

open event starter / the three broomsticks. ( PRESENT DAY )

“ this is not turning out the way i wanted, “ susan murmured, typing and typing again on her phone. it was a simple caption to her picture ( “ pour one out “ ), but everything she typed was unintelligible. “ merlin, “ she said, hitting her phone against the counter top, hard, before leaning forward and resting her forehead against the grimy surface. she sat up, sharply, blinking owlishly, and turned to the person beside her. “ AM I DRUNK ? you’d tell me if i was drunk, right ? “

  Millie had gotten to the point where she had enough. Enough of the teasing, enough of the name calling, enough of people taunting her. Being in Slytherin wasn’t easy. From the moment the sorting hat places one in said house, people assume they already know everything they need to about the person  When people constantly tell someone that they’re bad news, a bad seed, tainted and evil, it’s hard to keep oneself from turning into everything others have said. Millie was fed up with it. 

    If anyone ever asked her if she had bought something from Fred and George, she’d deny it in a heartbeat  She had devised a prank that she knew could possibly land her in detention if anyone found out but that was the beauty of it. No one would find out. They made it too easy though. The group that was part of her constant hell always sat in the same spot together in the great hall. Millie had decided to bake a dozen cupcakes and in the middle, they’d have a yummy treat. She had melted the puking pastille that she had bought from the twins. They’d feel fine at first but then it would hit with consistent vomiting for the rest of the day.

     The girl watched from a safe distance as she leaned against the wall by the Slytherin table. She had made sure that only they would be in reach of said cupcakes. Millie had this devious look on her face the moment they took their first bite. Some of them ate two, she then jumped when someone tapped her shoulder. Millie turned around to see them and faked innocence. She was about to say something when one of the boys ran down the hall  to go puke in the bathroom followed by three more. She paused and grinned looking past them to see the results of her so called prank.

 “You know.. I wouldn’t go as far as to say I’m a bad bitch but I would say that I can be a moderately mean lady if provoked.” She rocked back and forth on her heels with a smirk on her face.

open event starter: autumn of 2013. hogwarts.

Dumbledore’s Army, still recruiting.

The Charmed words finally burned golden on the wall, a half-dozen tries of the spell later. Neville felt triumphant at last. 

It had been a particularly bad day at the school that had become a prison, a warzone, a hellscape. But he was determined to show that nothing was over yet–the fight had just begun.

The cloak of night was already smothering the castle in an eerie quiet. He was most certainly violating curfew to do this, but it was worth it for Hogwarts to wake to this message of resistance. Just when he was moving to stow his wand, though, footsteps from behind made him tighten his grip on it instead. These days, punishments for such flagrant disobedience could get a lot worse than detention.

  Is she proud of what she was doing? No. However, she knew that appearances needed to be upheld-- especially if Voldemort was behind all of this. If word got out that she was a half-blood.. in Slytherin-- well, she knew it would not be pretty under Umbridge. She had managed to make Crabbe and Goyle keep their mouth shut through means of threats but she wasn’t sure how long that would last. Being a part of the Inquisitorial Squad was honestly the last thing she wanted and yet here she was, wandering the halls to make sure that everyone was right where they were supposed to be.     She was hoping that everyone was in bed by now because she didn’t want to turn anyone into Umbridge. She turned the corner and spotted another body. Millie took her wand out and pointed it towards them. Self perseverance always came first. She couldn’t make out who it was from their shadow alone.  “Isn’t it a little late to be out for a walk?” 

open event starter !

location: tattered cover bookshop, diagon alley

the sun was shining ( intermittently ), and the streets were crowded with people, echoing a near-joyful chatter throughout diagon alley. it was harry potter day and penelope… had been awake since the crack of dawn. despite her own personal feelings about the hellscape commercialised festival that today had become to which, she had many, many, many feelings that went unsaid and were left repressed in the small box inside her chest. the bookstore wasn’t far from the small unsanctioned set up in diagon alley, and one of her part-timers ( one of the newer, more eager ones ) had taken it upon themselves to set up decorations. both inside and out. there was a stand filled with biographies, most of which were… fairly fictional in her experience, and they’d volunteered themselves for a bit of face painting for the kids. little lightning bolt scars lit up small, rotund faces.

she was manning the tills. penelope refused to participate in any way that wasn’t just a part of a normal day. last year, she had just taken the day off and stayed in bed feeling sorry for herself. so, this was some sort of sad progress, though only really a smidge of improvement. the queues were excitingly long, though, so she had her beaming smile on, friendly chatter with each customer, and was entirely in her element.

“hiya! did you get everything you were looking for today?”

    Millie knew what day it was but to her, it didn’t have the same significance that it may have for others. It wasn’t that she didn’t care but she wasn’t close to him. It would be hypocritical for her to say that she cared for someone who she didn’t know in the least other than the fact that he got on her nerves most of the time for always seeming to be up to something. It grew tiresome also losing the house cup to Gryffindor all because of their golden boy when Slytherin was clearly in the lead.      Still. Millie wasn’t about to speak ill of him. He was dead and at the end of the day, that was sad. She however did need to get new books and today was her only day off to be able to do that so here she was. Millie scanned the books in front of her and decided to give a few a try. She ignored everything else, not really thinking to give it any attention because to her this all seemed more like a cash grab than actually honoring someone’s memory.     She jumped when she heard a voice and almost dropped her books but managed to catch them in her arms before they completely fell. She looked up at the other, she looked familiar but Millie couldn’t think from where. Probably here. She nodded and cleared her throat. “Yes.. just about finished. This place is too crowded to stick around any longer.” 

name: millicent bulstrode  nickname: millie age: 24 blood status: halfblood house: slytherin patronus: adder wand: pine, dragon heartstring, 9 1/2 occupation: auror sexuality: pansexual pronouns: she/they