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𝐂𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐔𝐌 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐒𝐒. ⸻ pureblood. twenty2. neutral.
𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐎𝐘𝐋𝐄. ⸻ pureblood. thirty0. death eater.
𝐋𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑. ⸻ muggleborn. twenty3. the order.

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Always dexterous in the art of socializing, Evan knew exactly who to spend his time with and who to avoid completely. Christopher fell in the first group, the two had been friends for a long time, shared views and beliefs only strengthening the friendship with the years. "By those standards, we could say I behave well too." The wizard joked with ease, a grin flashing through his lips as he ordered them both glasses of the best brandy the bar had. "See, I can never make up my mind when it comes to that, if it's better to remember them or not to." He voiced his thoughtfulness, taking a sip of his drink soon as it arrived. "I guess I'd rather remember who's been in my bed, or else it wouldn't be worthy to have them anyways."
𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 his lips as if containing a smile , a laziness in his posture that has nothing but comfort written all over it as the pair joked . “ there is a difference between not remembering and not noteworthy . ” kit wasn’t certainly one to behaviour , he wasn’t married , he wasn’t tied to someone out of obligation , he was free to do as he please , and he did , often , but those that lingered offered little to hold his interest , nothing special to note , but he remembered them . “ so then , who as of late , has the great evan rosier deemed worthy . ”
He was perhaps the only person Charity had ever let this close to her, even as a child she'd always been so reticent and guarded, but Caellum had been there since she had use of memory and he'd always been kind and loving. He'd taught her to be that way, at least with him, as there was no use to all her armor when he had no intentions of ever hurting her. She had trusted him all along, years in the making their friendship one of the most sacred bonds, the wizard was family in a way no one else ever would. The witch giggled excitedly as he filled her with the softest of kisses, shoving him off yet affectionately. "Oh, you stop, or I'm never allowing you to go on this kind of Quidditch tour ever again." She teased him, plummeting down on the couch and relaxing in the spot that she'd claimed for the night, at ease for the first time this week. "I'm betting you've missed someone else too, someone you still refuse to discuss with me." Charity wasted no time in giving him a hard time, that was her main task for the night as he'd gone too long without her teasing him. A bright smile growing on her lips, she raised her brows eagerly. "What did you get me? Am I gonna love it?"
𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐬 , 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 loud smacking of lips to her skin before they’re apart , settled and comfortable and he’s pulling a small box from his sweatpants pocket , no bigger than that of a ring box . it wasn’t a ring . but it was tied with a soft blue ribbon , laid flat in his hand . “ you can have it , only if , you stop thinking there’s someone else . ” he bargains , he didn’t need her to know the pathetic sap he’d become over a girl who didn’t want him the same way , a girl who only wanted him when her thoughts were too much , a girl who only ever tasted of whiskey and sin , he couldn’t stand the thought of charity burbage telling him he deserved better , because he didn’t want better , he wanted the one he wouldn’t dare utter the name aloud . “ i saw it and it made me think of you . you should love it . ”
“I’m counting that as one of them.” Nick warned, holding up a finger as if tracking the number of times it got said. He braced himself for the unfortunately well-earned gloat that was about to come his way. “So. You were right, I’m not straight.” It was the closest he’d ever actually come to saying, ‘I like boys, too’ out loud and if he thought about that too long he’d ditch this whole conversation. “Also, you were right that Sev would probably sleep with me if I wanted him to. Because I do, and he has. So. You have two more ‘I told you so’s.”
𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧 expression that screamed i told you so , it was written all over caellum’s face . he couldn’t control it , he didn’t want to . nick knew his well enough , so well in fact that the words wouldn’t even escape his lips but the expression was clear . “ i told you so . ” he gloats so easily , toothy grin as a heavy arm is slung over the shoulders of his friend . “ i might save that last one for after i hear all about it . ” he was right , he would bask in that alone . “ i’ve been waiting for this moment . ”
The blonde turned her head as she heard the voice, one she could recognise easily even if he hadn’t used the nickname he had for her. It had been too long, the last time they’d seen each other ending sourly, her own need to escape her mistakes too strong to spare him a second thought. A smile grew on her lips as she took him in, though she knew better and should’ve longed pushed him away. Marlene couldn’t be good for him, not when she was well aware her intentions weren’t the best when it came to him, her worst side coming to the surface as she took what she needed only. “Thank you, my darling!” The witch exclaimed, patting the table to gesture for him to join. It was much easier to ignore every thought telling her not to, focusing instead on keeping the mask up, it was her birthday and she was alright. “Come join me for a drink or two, can’t say no to the birthday girl.”
𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 , 𝐡𝐞 could have been the smarter of the two . he could of turned and walked away , spared himself the impending heartache that she seemed to leave in her wake ( especially for him ) but yet , caellum was a glutton for punishment , and she was the sweetest kind . it wouldn’t have mattered whether she was the birthday girl or not , he couldn’t ever say no to her . he struggled with such a thought . she was embedded in his very bones , causing them to rattle in protest as heart beats frantically at them , trying to shatter it’s bony cage . “ what the birthday girl wants , the birthday girl gets . ”

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James grinned over the corner of the newspaper just in time to see her reaching over and being the manchild he was, he leaned his newspaper out of reach. He had always romanticized mornings like this; sitting across from his wife with paper and tea sitting on the table in between them. "Okay, fine, here," he said, not wanting to wrestle with Lily Evans, especially when she had her mind on something and he was the target. "I aleady owe you back for the Puddlemere loss, but I still argue that the Harpies were robbed."
𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐡𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 passes her lips as the newspaper is pulled just out of reach , and the new pains and stretches of her body have it protesting before she can even think to lurch forward and grab it . but he settles fast , the paper falling into her grasp . “ you are lucky i love you so , james potter . ” she mutters , cold , bare toes nudging his leg softly as a gentleness passes over her . they looked nothing more than a picture of domestic bliss , and it warmed her to her very core that this was where she ended up . with him . “ you’re just sad cause i’m smarter and more strategic then you . ” she taunts , but truly , despite to odds she’d looked at , at the time , it was just a lucky guess .
where; the Ministry whomst; Christopher @sorecerys
The concept of Unspeakables itched at Felicity. What was the point of something no one could question, no one could know? Mysteries deserved to be shared, experienced by anyone with half a notion to poke at them. But she also knew her career couldn't afford another blow, and questioning Unspeakables about their job definitely counted as a blow.
But it was fine. She liked Christopher. He was fine company to have. She could manage not to be nosy, it was possible.
"Hey, Chrissy-Boy. Come have lunch with me, it's been too long."
𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬 𝐮𝐩𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐬 , 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐩𝐭 curls out of place as he turns on the female , the nickname alone enough to cause a cringe across his features . “ it’s kit . ” he grumbles , and there is no other way to describe the sound that escapes him . he can admit , it’s been a while since he’d been out to lunch , felicity or not , and the unease in his stomach certainly wasn’t from the files he’d poured over this morning . “ you got an hour , flick . ” he agrees , for she sure did twist his arm .
where; the Potter's whomst; Lily @sorecerys
"I still can't believe you and Al are due around the same time." Frank said, shaking his head with a chuckle. When he'd first heard the news he'd done a double-take. Looked like Neville would have some competition for the best thing to happen in July. "Do you need any help with your nursery? I'm officially passable at setting up furniture, according to Molly."
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 , 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 alight as she smiles . it’s a beaming smile , even with everything going on , this was nothing but a spark of joy , of light among them . “ as if james potter could let anyone out do him . ” it’s a gentle tease of her husband who certainly cannot defend himself in this moment . hand finds comfort in resting on the now larger swell of her belly , she can’t help it , a habit she grew into fast . “ truthfully , i’ll take all the help i can get . ” her husband and his friends , no , their friends , they were brilliant , chaotic mostly , and it seemed they jumped from one thing to another before projects were finished . “ maybe you could show james a thing or two , almost dad suits you . ”
Flick couldn’t imagine somewhere looking worse than this. Hogsmeade had been alright the last time she saw it, but that had been months ago. Was that worse now too? How distressing. She didn’t like the way her world had begun to fall apart. “What could possibly look worse than this?” She asked, trying not to think too hard about all the people who had lost their livelihoods, their homes.
𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 , fingers brushing through curled tendrils . mind wracked with images of devastation , not just of streets . but of families and homes of friends . this was just the beginning . a haunting beginning . “ i guess it depends on who you’re asking really ! ” lily admits softly , mouth pulled into a line , no frown , no smile .
where; caellum's place whomst; caellum @sorecerys
"I am giving you," Nick announced as he tossed himself down on his friend's couch. He'd been mentally preparing himself for the teasing since he finally dragged himself out of Severus's bed. There was nothing worse than Caellum when he'd definitely been right about something the whole time. "Exactly three 'I told you so's, and I'm considering myself generous. You hear me? Three."
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 english soil was certainly welcomed , and that came often in the turn of friends through his apartment , nick wasn’t the first to show his face but he wouldn’t be the last and the situation now , had caellum kicked back in the arm chair , hair still damp from a shower and a wickedly cheeky smirk stretched over his features , because there was nothing worse in the world when caellum greengrass was right about something and the ability to say i told you so presented itself , a menace through and through . “ oh just when have i ever uttered the phrase , i told you so , nick . ” oh but he has , often and loudly , proclaiming it to all that would listen as if he were some oracle . “ i would never do such a thing , now what am i right about this time , since you're allowing me the opportunity to gloat . ” straight , pearly white teeth on display with a grin so wide .

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where: burbage manor who: @sorecerys
There was nothing she dreaded more than dinner parties, something her grandparents seem to rather enjoy a whole lot, always keen on inviting other pureblood or high society families to their home. Charity had learned over the years that it was much less sufferable to sit through them with a neutral expression instead of being her usual rebellious self, the reprimand never sitting well with her when her grandmother's pressure went up.
Tonight was another of those occasions, the Goyles occupying each and every sit at the table. The witch didn't look pleased, she couldn't force her features after all, but at least a genuinely amused expression had taken over her face as the wizard sitting beside her was someone she knew. Perhaps not really, but she'd definitely seen him naked. The question slipping from her grandfather's mouth prompted her to look up, were the two of them friends? A light chuckle, the blonde arched an brow, turning her attention to the one next to her. "We're familiar, I'd say, not friends quite yet. He's older, we don't really share much." A bed, once, but nothing else. "Why?" She wondered, her eyes still on the wizard.
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐦𝐩 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭 all had a swirling pit of dread in the base of his stomach . one that only expanded as he recognised her face, his parents were up to something , dotted across the table of the burbage home scattered his parents and few siblings that had joined under what he assumed was a guise of a family dinner shared with friends . it had been painted in such a way that it seemed harmless , and the battering of his mother's lashes had him weak in the knees , in only a way his mother could persuade him. neat and tidy , christopher resembled all the glory of their family , a perfect picture to hide the snake beneath and he didn’t truly care too much . but he knew his parents were too sweet , too kind , too forgiving to know he wasn’t like them and now flesh marred in the way of a better life . but he loved his family and his mother had such a way of bending her son to her will .
𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 ? 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐲𝐥𝐞 , friends ? it was absurd to think of , he was years older than the witch , they ran in two different worlds and her grandfather assumed they were friends , he’d be more confused if he wasn’t so amused , wondering if the old man would keel over at the thought of kit seeing charity naked , and he had , seen her naked that is . his lips had tasted the sweat soaked skin of her shoulder as his finger gripped against the dip of her hips , he knew her , he knew how she sounded in throes of pleasure , with her head tilted back and lips parted , but outside of those moments, kit knew nothing of the girl , he couldn’t care much to want to know . but as the girl answered the question , elusive and only he knew the truth of how they knew one another , that initial dread , barely forgotten in his moment of amusement settled back into the pit of his stomach , as if brewing the storm he could sense and suddenly dark eyes moved from the old man to the girl and then seeking an escape route . something bad was coming his way. “ we’ve met in passing , can’t say i’ve known much more than her name until now . ” he barely grunts, leaning back slightly in his seat , eyes turned towards the burbage patriarch , as if to prompt him to answer his granddaughters question now . waiting for the ball to drop .
where: his place who: @sorecerys
While she was always encouraging of her friends, making sure they could live their dreams, she couldn't help but dread the times where Caellum was away for games. There was a time in the season where he was gone the longest, weeks without seeing him, and while they were keeping up constantly with owls, it just wasn't the same. Soon as he'd arrived, first night in, Charity showed up at his place. No need to arrange anything, an impromptu sleepover was agreed upon the second she crossed the door and threw her arms around him.
The witch felt a special kind of joy to have her best friend back, she'd certainly needed him over the last couple of weeks, things had been wild to say the least. She also felt quite relaxed being at his place, comfortable enough to let go of the proprieties expected from her elsewhere. "I missed you, lots." The blonde said as she dropped on the couch, legs crossed underneath her, a messy bun and an oversized jumper on. "How was the trip, darling?"
𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞’𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 , deep and heavy that disperses the second she appears and he can’t help but remember tomes and writings of school days , of soulmates . and he knew that romance wasn’t key to a soulmate , but charity burbage was certainly his other half in ways so many could never understand and when she crossed the threshold , after what felt like barely a moment of him arriving back home , the heaviness in his chest clearing and warmth left in it’s place . it wasn’t the same warmth another provided him , where fingertips blazed a trail over skin , burning him alive . this was sweet and content and home . charity felt more like home than greengrass manor could ever hope to feel .
𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐫𝐞 , 𝐬𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 hold and he’s peppering a greeting of kisses along her hairline and temples , a greeting filled with sweetness that no one but she would receive . this was different . it had always been so . she’s a mess , in the simplest of way , but she’s his mess and this version of her , comfortable , soft and herself , is his very favourite . he follows behind her with ease , each to their undesignated , designated spots , a mug of her favourite in his hand , handed to her with a smile . “ you know , i missed you too . ” affection ripples in the moment as he settles into the couch , body slung low as weightlessness kicks in . “ same as usual , long . ” as if he wouldn’t complain , but he very much enjoyed every second of them . it was quidditch , he was good . damn good , and his father hated it . but he did miss the small things when he was away for weeks on end . “ i got you something . ” a tradition really . him coming back empty handed for her had yet to happen .
where: the white wyvern who: @sorecerys
It had been a while since the two had last enjoyed a night out, their lives keeping them busier than they would like. Evan had made time though, needing the breather that came with sharing a couple of drinks with such a close friend, they had plenty to talk about-- especially regarding their next shared mission, but first they needed to catch up. "You can't expect me to believe you've been behaving, seeing no witch at all seems too much of a bluff, my friend." He teased as he took a long sip from his glass.
𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐢𝐧 , not people , just him . he was the same coin with different facets , the first the quiet boy , turned man , who kept his nose clean ( relatively ) and his head down , but then there was the truth , hidden behind the easy facade he’d created long ago , a mirage almost , only those important or close enough , knowing the realness of him and the man that sat across from his , was one of the select few . with sleeves rolled upwards , shoulders free of stiffness as body slouches in the chair with ease , crystal glass almost dangling from fingertips as lips quirk . “ i behave quite well , you know this . ” kit grinned , wicked in it’s own right , devious almost in it’s own darkness . “ there’s been some here and there , but never to keep the attention , nothing terribly noteworthy . ”
who: @sorecerys where: the white wyvern when: late evening
It was never hard to spot Caellum in any given establishment. The moment she saw him enter the witch put on a smirk, leaning back against the corner of the bar until he was close enough for her to potentially catch his attention. “Look what the cat dragged in.” A hint of amusement. “Don’t worry, if your father asks, I haven’t seen you.” Rita was the last person who’d drag her cousin back home. No, he was a free spirit. A chaotic one at that. “But you know, not sure the White Wyvern is the right place for whatever it is you were looking for.”
There was something about Caellum that made the witch act a bit more protective – kinder – than she normally would. Perhaps it was the fact they were family. Or something else. He wasn’t on her bad side and that was all that mattered.
𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 around the white wyvern , as if seeking something not even he could tell you what it was . and escape ? maybe . a distraction , more probable . he’d stayed out of trouble thus far and now his skin was beginning to itch , itch with a need for something more , someone , even but admitting that would taste bitter on his tongue and so , distraction it was . the voice is a gravelly reminder of family as it catches peripherals . rita . familiarity seeps into features as he turns towards her , lips quirked upwards in a cheeky smirk , always knowing the witch would never attempt to drag him into the depths of hell in which he compared his father to . “ always knew you were my favourite , reet . ” he praises , sweetness . a reminder of baby faced caellum grinning at the elder of them both . “ and what is it you think i’m searching for dear cousin ? ”
location: st. mungo's status: open to all!
There was enough going on already but the necklace only added more calamity. It took everything in him not to lose his patience with the mindless games the healers were playing. There were too many questions, most were the same, and he should win an award for not wringing their necks, especially Avery as he knew that Nick didn’t like him. Malcolm left the room, the corridor, the ward; putting enough space between him and the room for a few minutes as he could. That’s how he found himself on a different floor. “No, I’m not lost. I know exactly where I am, thank you.”
𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐩𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 one james potter , lily had gone to her appointment alone , with james at work , they had avoided such things until the last possible chance and it seemed to be that this was it . her lips parted , as if to offer help , but he was cutting her off before she could even begin . having just stepped into the hallway , narrowly missing him . “ are you certain about that ? ”

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location: status: open to only death eater characters !
It was a surprise attack from the Order, but that’s the only compliment he could give them right now as it left the room in a blur. Beck rolled to his side to prop himself up, wondering how long they were out. A groan escaped him and some bruised ribs told him how the duel went at least: not great. Once he stabilized himself and did his own body scan, he turned to the other Death Eater partnered with him. “Come on, we have to go. Are you okay?”
𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 by a deep inhale , mottled with shock and blinking the haze from his eyes , he waved off the other with a sharp hand . “ fine , fine . ” gruff and deep as chest rose and fell rapidly . fucking order . he can’t help but think before he righted himself , feet pulled beneath him until he stood upright . “ the fuck , you good ? ” he surveyed himself in passing , the ache to his chest and back from the collision with the ground .
where; diagon alley whomst; open
Flick hadn't been out much since her return -- first she'd been uncomfortably pregnant and then she'd had a newborn. Now, with her son down for a nap and 'grandparent time', Flick could finally explore. Nothing looked the same. So many stores had shuttered or been damaged. Had it really only been a year? How bad had things gotten in just one year?
"Is it really like this everywhere? Merlin I wasn't gone that long."
𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 , the surroundings around diagon alley had become something she’d grown used to , closed windows , deserted streets , there was no hustle and bustle like there once had been , especially not like it had been when she was just eleven , but there was still some familiarity in walking the streets , from her workplace to the leaky in favour of lunch from their , then from home . “ truthfully , some places worse then others . ” she muses , having caught on in passing .