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Adelaide Boot. Order.

[adelaideboot]

pureavery‌:

     "That was a terrible line. Ari is much better at death threats, please practice because you try that one someone else.“ Alaric said, hoping she didn’t go out shouting threats at anyone else since it could get her in trouble. Personally, Alaric found it easier to feel for her when she was being honest instead of trying to intimidate him, but it wasn’t his place to judge how she vented her anger and frustration. "You have a list of my crimes, I’m sure.” Maybe they should compare notes sometime, Alaric was sure he felt guilty about several things that Adelaide Boot wasn’t aware of. “You know, I’d offer you my arm so we could walk together, but I’m afraid you’d simply cast a severing charm.” Now where would be a good place to get her out of the public eye? A dead end? A deserted alley? He could just apparate away, of course, but venting was probably good for her.

    Adelaide tensed at the mention of Ari. She loathed Alaric, but Ari terrified her as much as they turned her stomach in anger. Ari had no shame in themselves, worse even than their brother. “I don’t care about lines, Alaric!” She narrowed her eyes, fighting the blush on her cheeks. She wasn’t used to this, everything that came out of her mouth lately had been impulsive, not thought through in her mind. “I don’t need a list of your crimes. We haven’t got enough time to go through them.” She huffed, arms crossing over her chest as he walked with her. She kept pace, not finished with this “conversation” yet. Far from it. She needed to let go of some of the rage inside her chest before it cracked open and made her spill her guts. “I don’t care about walking with you. I want you to--” Her voice trailed off. What exactly did she want from him?

     “I want you to own up to your cruelties!” She decided, nostrils flaring. That was pathetic, but it was a starting point if nothing else.  

[adelaideboot]

@jmespctters

      “Do you really this this is a good idea?” Adelaide questioned, brows drawn together in concern as she looked over the scene before them. Halloween was the perfect time to let go a little bit, and though she was worried about Hogsmeade, about Diagon Alley even, she also was thankful for the opportunity to spend time with friends. Friends had been difficult to come by in school, and though James was younger than her, he’d quickly become a good one to have. 

    That was, he also encouraged mischief. A little bit too much, not that Adelaide would really admit that. She pressed her lips together, crouching down before the contraption. “You’re going to get me arrested or killed one of these days,” She smirked, turning to look at him over her shoulder. “But what the hell, it’s a celebration. Let’s do it.”

[adelaideboot]

pureavery‌:

     "Charming idea, but I’m afraid I’ll have to say no.“ Not that he was above sleeping with the enemy, but Adelaide? Wasn’t to his taste. "Are you a judge and jury now? If so, my congratulations on your promotions, I would have sent a fruit basket if I’d known.” Or maybe live flowers, since she didn’t have a living mother. “I’ve never caused chaos in my life and I see no reason to start since you’re doing such a fantastic job.” He told her before he started walking again. He wasn’t about to have a shouting match with her in the middle of the street, so she could either stop or follow him, her choice.

   “Clever twat, aren’t you?” She rolled her eyes, incredibly offended by the notion that she meant to sleep with Alaric. She’d never degrade herself in such a manner. “I’ll be your executioner too, should you like. I promise I’m much worse than the Dementor’s Kiss.” She gave him a sickly sweet smile, a bitter laugh bubbling from her tongue at his lies. “Never caused chaos in your life? You bloody well have, and you haven’t the balls to own up to it!” She yelled, more eyes looking their way, gossip spreading rampant as she stormed after him, reaching out to harshly grab his arm. “Don’t you walk away from me, Alaric Avery!”

[adelaideboot]

pureavery‌:

     Unfazed by the insult, Alaric sighed and gave a tiny frown of disappointment because while he didn’t mind her words, he did mind the location. He didn’t want a scene, but it seemed like that was exactly what she wanted. “Hello, Adelaide,” He said cordially, knowing her name and wishing he didn’t. “You’re full of life today.” Unlike her mother.

   Adelaide’s eyes flashed with irritation. She loathed the way he regarded her so cordially, as if she hadn’t just met him with hostility. “Oh fuck you,” she huffed, earning raised brows from some of the women nearby. She didn’t much care for how she would be perceived. “You walk around here as if you don’t belong in Azkaban too. It’s sickening. Mother didn’t cause enough destruction, planning your own chaos, are you?”

[adelaideboot]

@pureavery

    “You know, you’re a piece of shit.” Adelaide hissed, nostrils flaring in anger as she narrowed her eyes at Alaric. She didn’t care that eyes were thrown their way, that whispers spread like wildfire. She didn’t care who heard her. 

[adelaideboot]

xmarlenemckinnonx‌:

“Chocolate it is then,” Marlene said looking at the ones she pointed out carefully, as if the decision held more weight then it truly did. After all, no matter what she was probably going to enjoy it. 

“Thank you. I honestly think they should have taught us about it, or maybe they did and I just didn’t pay attention.” She nodded slightly taking out some of the fragile papers and ruffling through them. “ I’ll get them both, it’s not like i’m going anywhere else with this money. Lets see. I know this papers are - pound notes. I just got to make the change then.” 

She frowned at the coins for a moment, scooting them around her hand and finally giving over what she thought it was. 

   “There’s a smart witch,” She grinned packaging everything into a little carry out bucket so that Marlene didn’t have to try to juggle it all. “Who’d you come with, by the way?” She wondered, not thinking Marlene had a car, and while there were little picnic tables to sit at, it was far better to go with a car to the theatre. Otherwise, it was just a bit awkward. 

     She nodded, “Why would they teach us how to use it when they want to pretend halfblood and muggleborn students already know everything about the muggle world and purebloods will never need to know?” She shrugged, knowing the logic was reasonable but still flawed and well, rooted deeply in prejudice. “You’ve got to make change yeah.” She smiled, taking the coins passed. 

    “You got it. See! You can do this,” She passed back Marlene’s change and the items. “I’m off in just about a half hour if you want to go do something, or I can come catch the end of the film with you?”

[adelaideboot]

patilriya‌:

“Hold onto her while I get something to patch you up, won’t you?” Riya said as she passed Padma over to Adelaide and proceeded on her way to the bathroom, voice getting louder as she went through the home in order to ensure she was heard. “Don’t worry if she starts crying, she’s just having a bad tummy experience. Bounce her, it helps.”

Episkey was for broken bones, Riya knew that just as well as she knew that there were other spells meant to heal, spells that could regrow bones and likely get rid of blood, but Riya didn’t know those spells and she much preferred going about some things in the muggle way just because the routine was comforting to her. What she knew was how to clean cuts with antiseptic and a rag, which both worked and burned. It wasn’t perfect, but hopefully it should do.

“Okay, love, I’m going to clean you up with this unless you know a better way to handle it,” Riya warned as she entered the kitchen again, setting the bottle down on the counter. “I’ll give you some booze, too, but that means putting down the baby. Did you get her to sleep?” @adelaideboot

    Adelaide paused, looking at Padma as Riya passed the baby to her. She didn’t know what to do with a baby, she just settled her against her hip. It shocked her how perfectly she settled there but she tried not to think of it too much. She didn’t want to think about motherhood, parenting, or the like. She was too young and she didn’t want to have a child in this mess. She gently began to bounce her foot, so that her hip would move and bounce Padma in return. 

     She waited silently for Riya to collect her supplies. She would have just gone to the muggle hospital if she could explain the injuries without a police report, and she’d have gone to St. Mungos’ if she could avoid auror reports there too. Instead, Riya was her next best guess at someone who could help her. She shifted Padma to hold her easier, moving her from her hip to laying against her chest. The baby cooed. She felt bad. Tummy issues weren’t fun. “Shh, it’s okay.” She mumbled, uncertain what else to say.

     Adelaide glanced up as Riya returned. “Not really..sorry. She’s half there. I’m not good at this stuff.” She admitted, moving her arms to offer Padma back. She wasn’t going to turn down booze, not when every bone in her body ached. 

[adelaideboot]

staygoldengilderoy‌:

For some reason, Gilderoy didn’t feel like lying. Maybe the whole stressful affair with Regulus and Barty had worn him out, or maybe he just wanted to talk about his cousins for once in his life, but either way he found himself saying, “Spoiling some of my cousins, actually. This one’s their favorite.”

   She smiled, “That’s really sweet of you, Gilderoy.” She commented, finishing piling up his order on the counter. She told him the cost, resting her hip against the counter. “It’s a good one, honestly. Disney has really come out with good movies lately. I hope they’ll do more princess movies though, if I’m being honest. I love Snow White.” She admitted. Snow was her favorite character from the Disney films. 

[adelaideboot]

dmitrynott‌:

Dmitry couldn’t stop the way his grip on his pen went white-knuckled at the sight of the woman across from him, nearly breaking the thing. “Hardly shocking to see you speaking about things you know nothing of, now is it?” He didn’t know how he’d managed to sit across from the woman for the duration of the trial without strangling her– God, what he’d give to be able to be as blind to the real workings as the world as she was. He wasn’t even sure if she’d hate him more or less if she knew the things he’d done. “False confessions are the number one cause of wrongful convictions in this country– does that sound like justice to you? Or is your idea of justice just to punish someone, even if that means letting the real perpetrator go free?”

   Adelaide scowled. Of the Notts, Dmitry was who she loathed most. It had been horrible, sitting there while he drilled her with questions, defending his good-for-nothing father when they both knew full well his father was a monster, guilty as accused. Having to explain what she witnessed, to relive it in front of him, he was just as cruel, wasn’t he? “We aren’t speaking of false confessions, are we? We’re talking about people making your job difficult and we both know full well ninety percent of the people you defend are guilty of everything they’re accused of. Prejudiced arseholes with enough money to buy your assistance.” She spat. 

[adelaideboot]

siriusdisaster‌:

An easy smile appeared on his lips as he gestured to the seat opposite him. “Why don’t you have a seat,” he offered. It was a bit ironic, the younger one like him taking the older under his wing, but in this situation, he was the veteran, the more experienced. She was the quiet sort, his opposite which may have been why they hadn’t crossed paths much back at school, he wasn’t exactly a good influence. “Course not, we were just having a chat,” he chuckled. He liked to believe they were anyway. “What’s made this morning a bad one, besides the early hour?” he questioned taking a sip of the coffee in front of him. It was essential to him being up so early to have lots and lots of coffee. “Need a pick me up?” he asked, nodding toward the coffee.

    Adelaide glanced toward the seat, moving slowly to sit down. “Thank you.” She offered a half smile, glad to be welcomed to join him. She glanced at Vesper, sticking her hand down so the crup could sniff if he wanted to. She’d never owned a magical animal herself, always just having cats or muggle dogs. She wanted to ask about the crup, ask what was different, but thought better of it. She glanced toward the coffee, reaching to take it so she could have a sip. “Thank you, again.” She murmured, setting it back down once she’d taken a sip. “What were you and him chatting about?” She wondered, before shrugging. “I couldn’t sleep. I was thinking about..” She sighed. “I can’t get the images out of my head. I just was so angry, I couldn’t settle down enough to even get back in bed.” 

[adelaideboot]

mctavishtarquin‌:

He could tell she wasn’t comfortable being here and well, he could hardly blame her. Business had suffered ever since the attack in Diagon Alley but then most of Borgin & Burkes’ usual clientele had been the perpetrators. He might have worked for them in the past but it always left a bitter taste in his mouth, as if it was one more thing he could never come back from. One more injustice he could never make up for.

 “Oh,” he said unable to hide the slight surprise in his tone. Adelaide had always been kind, he was simply unused to people seeking out his company. With anyone else he would have been on her guard but by now, he knew her better than that. “Uh- yeah, of course,” he threw his cigarette to the ground, his movements almost protective as he straightened up and moved closer to her. “Let’s get out of here,” he said as they started walking, Tarquin sticking to the better lit path to put her mind at ease. 

    Adelaide relaxed, shoulders settling some as he agreed. She was thankful that she didn’t have to press further, explain herself more. She walked beside him, admittedly thankful for his company and for his sense of direction. Street lamps glowed warmly, lighting their way as they walked away from Knockturn, away from Diagon. As soon as they were out of the main streets, her chest loosened, breathing becoming less labored. “Thank you.” She murmured, not hiding the blush on her cheeks at the silliness of it all. It wasn’t silly. 

    “I was wondering if you were going to go to any of the HalloweenTown events?” She asked, shifting her weight nervously as her eyes met his a moment and then found interest in the leaves crunched beneath her boot. She toed gently at the cluster of brown and gold, hoping it wasn’t too obvious how nervous she was to be asking. She wasn’t normally the type to have friends--let alone ask them to go anywhere. But she wanted to go to the festivities, not wanting the guilt of not being there if something happened, she was just afraid to go on her own. 

[adelaideboot]

the-last-moody‌:

Moody realized after a second that the other was Adelaide and put his wand down after she said ‘mr. Moody’. It wasn’t something he thought likely to be copied by a death eater in disguise. The thought circled in his head, wondering if he was being tricked but he made sure to keep the wand in his hand just in case.

“It’s okay, Adelaide” he said calmly, not wanting to scare the younger. He shook his head at the thought of being settled enough to be unsettled and continued. “I didn’t mean to scare you.” 

That was the closest he would come to an apology for his actions, mostly because he knew the woman had been through enough without him adding to it. He wasn’t sorry he had done it, but he didn’t want his reaction to make the other uncomfortable. 

   Adelaide softened, nodding in response. She respected Alastor immensely. His ways may not be entirely conventional, but then, neither were hers. They were in a war, there wasn’t time for conventional anymore. She took a step closer, fingers gently gripping her own wand. “It’s alright, Mr. Moody. You didn’t frighten me.” She insisted, though that was hardly true. “I frightened myself.” She sighed. She wasn’t an auror by any means, though she believed herself to be a skilled witch, and were she an auror she’d be in trouble for how unaware of her surroundings she had been. That much was evident. 

    “I just got lost in my thoughts. Do you ever do that? You’re walking, everything is normal and then the world fades away until it’s just you and your mind?” She asked, wanting him to confirm that he’d experienced that too, that it was normal, that there wasn’t something broken in her head. 

[sofiyaxnott]

uncommon outing // open

[adelaideboot]

sofiyaxnott‌:

“Please. Call me Sofiya,” she said calmly as she pleaded with her eyes. The way Adelaide said Ms. Nott felt like a slam to the chest. It should have been a positive thing. But it didn’t feel that way.

Nott.

Family. Duty. Honor.

Sofiya wasn’t ashamed to be part of the Nott family, but she hated what they had become associated with. One of the families linked to the attacks were the Notts. The ones that took away a piece of Sofiya’s sanity. The ones that nearly killed her.

She was proud to be a member of such a prestigious household. She just wished everyone could see that they weren’t such monsters. They were just a different breed with strong ideals. That’s what Sofiya told herself anyway, regardless of how true it may be.

Upon noticing Adelaide’s posture and darting eyes, Sofiya offered up an answer. “I’m actually getting supplies for some potions I’m working on at home. Herbs and whatnot,” she tried maintaining any eye contact Adelaide would allow. “And you, Adelaide?”

   “No.” Adelaide’s voice was cold as she refused. She would not call Sofiya by her first name. It made them too close, too similar. Ms. Nott was formal, stiff, it reminded her that Sofiya belonged to that family, and not only that, she still prided herself on it. She still had a family to be proud of. Anger flared in her nostrils as she narrowed her eyes. “You are Ms. Nott, aren’t you? Suddenly ashamed of your surname?” She questioned, doing nothing to hide the bitter taste on her tongue as she spat the surname like it was spoiled milk. 

    She looked past Sofiya, giving a nod. “Likewise. I think I’ll just go to the apothecary instead.” She muttered, shoving past her when she noticed one of the herbs she needed. She exhaled, crouching toward it without looking back at Sofiya at all. She was too angry. She’d say something she didn’t mean--or worse, something she did. 

[adelaideboot]

remuslxpns‌:

Remus gave pause while he watched the person move out from the shadows, his pulse beginning to slow down. He was conscious of his hand releasing his grip on his wand when recognition passed across his face. He gave a weary smile and pocketed his wand slowly, as if gesturing for her to do the same in the presence of safety. “Sorry about that-couldn’t tell,” Remus said calmly, feeling his shoulders relax. 

It had been a while since Remus last saw the woman, his mind wondering what it was she was doing out so late. He defeated the thought when he realized he also was out without an explanation. He wasn’t about to introduce himself with the words werewolf nightmares attached to it. “Good to see you,” Remus said with a soft smile, his eyes flicked up to her. “Just walking home as well.” He paused, not giving a moment of recognition that his lie passed smoothly through his mouth  However, it was getting late and Remus didn’t settle into the thought of being out any later. “Need company on the way home?” Remus tilted his head and gestured to the left. “Walking in that direction.”

    Though Adelaide didn’t see Remus as a threat in the least, she didn’t put her wand away. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust him, she just couldn’t. She maintained her grip, lowering the wand but not putting it away. Remus would just have to have a problem with it if he did, she wasn’t going to change it. “It’s alright, I’m sorry I startled you.” She admitted, truly meaning it. She had nothing against Remus. Why would she? They had shared beliefs and goals. 

    “Sure, thank you. It’s good to see you too.” She agreed as she walked with him. She knew she should’ve been kinder, but her heart was racing a little too much for that. “You going to any of the HalloweenTown things?” She questioned. She’d been considering it herself, but the idea of being in a huge crowd of people scared her. What if something happened again? But what if she didn’t go and something happened? She should go, keep her eyes peeled for trouble. 

[adelaideboot]

mctavishtarquin‌:

Tarquin had been the one to close Borgin & Burkes that night and it was quite late by the time he was done. His job was a distraction though so he didn’t complain even when their ‘customers’ tended to get on his nerves. Almost everyone did though and he had learned how to deal with those he could tell weren’t serious about buying. He stood on the street that led to Diagon Alley, a flickering streetlight highlighting his silhouette as he leaned against the wall, lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag. He should have gone home but Tarquin was restless. The knuckles of his right hand were still bruised from a bar fight that had erupted a few days ago but Tarquin curled his hand in a fist anyway. It was then that he realized he wasn’t alone and raised an eyebrow as the figure drew closer, “What are you doing here?” 

    Adelaide didn’t particularly like going so close to Knockturn Alley. She didn’t like walking through Diagon Alley anymore, either. Her stomach was tight, as if her core muscles were perpetually taut, as she walked. It was getting dark. Too dark. She’d been foolish to come so far at the end of the day like this, but she wanted to see Tarquin, and she’d known he was closing. She’d been late getting there though, the shop would already be closed by now but she’d had to close at the theater and had ended up cleaning a big spill of popcorn on her way out. She was sure she reeked of buttery popcorn, but didn’t think he’d care all that much.

     She paused when he called out to her. “I was looking for you..” She admitted, a small smile forming on her lips. “I was going to meet you at work.” She wasn’t too opposed to not slipping inside Borgin and Burke’s, but her eyes kept moving from him to the surrounding area. There were still signs of the attack in Diagon. “I..could we go somewhere else to talk?” She asked, her request rather urgent. She needed to get away from there. 

[adelaideboot]

the-last-moody‌:

Moody moved swiftly down the street his eyes always moving around, noticing the details around him. That’s why he noticed that he wasn’t alone, seeing the quick moments out of the corner of his eye. Without stopping he waited until he was at the end of the street turning quickly around his wand in his hand not allowing for a pause.

“Any reason you think you can follow me home?” He said focusing on the details of the other. Even if they were a friend, he didn’t take kindly to people knowing where he lived. It just wasn’t safe. 

     Adelaide almost collided with Moody as he came to a stop, wand aimed at her. Her chest tightened as she brandished her own, out of pure reflex. She stepped back, swallowing thickly as she shook her head. “I didn’t mean to follow you, Mr. Moody.” She murmured. “I got lost in my thoughts.” She confessed. She had completely blanked. She’d been walking, needing to keep moving lest she let her thoughts drown her. She blinked, glancing around as a flush warmed her cheeks. She hadn’t even realized she’d been following him. That wasn’t good. 

     “I’m just tired,” She forced a smile. “I’m sorry if I unsettled you.” 

[adelaideboot]

@frcnked

     Calling for an auror felt stupid. Calling for an auror in the middle of the night to come to a muggle flat felt even worse. She didn’t know what else to do, though. The flat was silent, but something felt off. She’d searched the place top to bottom, but found nothing. There were no traces of spells, nothing turned over, nothing gone through. Everything was exactly as she’d left it earlier that day before leaving for her shift from Montrose, save for the box of m&m’s on the counter that she’d brought back with her. 

     It didn’t slow the racing of her heart. It didn’t loosen her grip on her wand. She flinched, visibly, when Frank arrived, exhaling audibly when she recognized him. Her cheeks burned. Of course it was a familiar face. “Frank, hi.” She managed, teeth grazing her bottom lip as she adjusted her grip on her wand. She didn’t want to let go yet. “Thank you...for coming to make sure everything’s alright.” She mumbled. “I hope I’m not interrupting something serious. I um, sorry.”