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@alexandermckxnnon
The McKinnons
FATHER: Alejandro Roberto McKinnon Garcia (FC: Demián Bichir) MOTHER: Verónica Patricia Castillo Rodriguez de McKinnon (FC: Ana De La Reguera) ELDER BROTHER: Alexander Roberto McKinnon Castillo (FC: Michael Trevino) YOUNGER BROTHER: Sebastian Eduardo McKinnon Castillo (FC: Tyler Posey) MUSE: María Elena Alessandra McKinnon Castillo (FC: Emeraude Toubia)
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fierylily-evans:
Sitting in the pub, Lily raised her hand to motion for another drink. There were days that going back to an empty home felt wrong. Most of the time she could settle that feeling by going to visit a friend, but there were times that it also felt wrong to do that. She knew that they would be there for her, of course they would, but Lily hated the feeling of being unsettle. The grief that had latched to her James shaped whole sometimes threatened to consume her. On those days, she went out to get dinner, and sometimes a drink. Lily took the time to unwind, or at least attempt to. She still had to work tomorrow, and there was no way she was showing up to the office with a hangover. It’d taken a lot of time and energy for her to get into the position that she held, and the people in her section and team respected her. Lily wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize that. So she took a slow sip of her second drink when it came, and turned back to the food that was sitting in front of her. However, her attention was caught by the person that sat down next to her. Without looking up she greeted, “So, what are we drinking to?”
After finishing work for the day, Alexander decided to pay a visit to one of his favorite pubs. It sure beat joining his parents for dinner, being stuck listening to his mother fawn over Sebastian and his father criticize the latest thing Alexander had done wrong. And merlin forbid the subject turned to Marlene, as it did every so often. Alexander hadn’t mentioned to his parents that he caught her vandalizing the Black manor -- it seemed that she had indeed been smart enough not to get caught, so there was no reason to piss his parents off further on the subject of his sister. Entering the pub, a crop of bright red hair caught his attention. Speaking of his sister.
Marlene had been in his thoughts more frequently than usual lately, and Alexander was feeling torn by a desire to make things right between them. The only problem was that he had no idea where to begin. How could one make up for a lifetime of neglect? Alexander knew that Lily was close to Marlene -- maybe she’d be inclined to give him some tips, if he could make her believe that he actually meant it. It was worth a shot, so Alexander took a seat beside her. “To another work day finished,” he answered with a smile.
What have the demons done? What have the demons done?
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emmvanced:
Emmeline smiled faintly, reminding herself to keep it somewhat subdued– she had to strike a balance. She didn’t know which side of the war that Alexander McKinnon leaned toward. She feigned some amount of relief when he said that no one was injured, murmuring a quiet “Good” and “Absolutely” to his statements.
She had the answer to why she wasn’t at the event on the tip of her tongue, she had practically rehearsed it. “I was feeling a little under the weather earlier,” she said simply, drawing her drink to her lips and draining the rest of the alcohol. “Which is definitely a shame for the rest of you. My dress was stunning,” she added lightly, her lips turning up into a coy little grin as she looked up at Alexander.
Alexander responded in kind to the coy grin that Emmeline threw at him, finding that this was by far the most pleasant part of the evening. “Well, it’s a shame I missed the opportunity to see that, but I feel lucky to have run into you here,” he replied, his voice full of the panty-melting charm he usually employed when speaking with eligible young women.
Taking a sip of his drink, he noticed that Emmeline’s was running low. “Need a refill?”
vainemmavanity:
Despite herself, Emma laughed, shaking her head. “There goes that threesome I was planning,” she said finishing her drink before looking at him. “Though I imagine being a McKinnon and all you’re here on business making sure everyone knows you’re open for business, hm?”
Alexander let out a hearty laugh at that, shaking his head, but delighting in the mental image that it gave him. “Ah, yes, that would be quite unsuccessful. I’m afraid Rodolphus would be almost entirely left out of it.” He winked at her, giving her a cheeky grin. At her question, he looked around before looking back to her and shrugging. “Yeah, that’s pretty accurate. That doesn’t mean I’m not willing to mix business with pleasure.”
calamityofagirl:
‘-if you thought of someone besides yourself for a change!’
His words hung in the air like poisonous gas and Marlene’s breath hitched in her throat. She was grateful for the mask that covered the micro-expression on her face, so that Alexander couldn’t see the hurt that had flashed across them for a split second. He was wrong, he had to be wrong. But she hated that his words registered with a seed of doubt in the back of her mind.
Had it been her fault all along?
Memories flooded her mind. Tugging on her mother’s dress, or her father’s pant leg and either ignored completely or cruelly shoved away. Being locked in her room for hours on end while she screamed on the other side. And Merlin, the hunger. She remembered the hunger pangs so easily, as if it were yesterday. No, it wasn’t her fault. She’d been so desperate for her parent’s love and attention. Their rejection had come first, she reminded herself. Long before she became a “difficult” child.
“Don’t fucking gaslight me Alexander.” she growled, her voice thick with rage. A wave of emotions was threatening to overcome her and swallowed it down like bitter absinthe. “I was a child. And if I only think of myself, it’s because no one else did. You certainly didn’t. I had to put myself first to survive.” He didn’t deserve an explanation. He didn’t deserve any part of her.
So why was there a part of her still desperate for her brother’s love?
“I’ll get out of here when I’m done.” she snapped back “So if you don’t mind, I’ve got a manor to finish burning down.”
Alexander saw the brief flicker of doubt in his sister’s eyes, and he was suddenly glad that she was still wearing the mask so that he wouldn’t have to see the expression mirrored on her whole face. It was reminiscent of so many times before, when they were kids, when Marlene would look at him with that doubt and insecurity, practically begging him with her eyes to step up and treat her differently than their parents did.
He felt a twinge of guilt, and he knew that it wasn’t her fault, not really. He was the coward that was too focused on gaining their father’s approval to bother with the two people in the world who could only look to him for affection and protection.
Her words only reaffirmed what he already felt, and he took a step back, stung. He knew that he deserved it, but that didn’t mean it was pleasant. Alexander felt like he was looking at Marlene with new eyes -- for so long, he had been naive enough to pretend. To pretend that things weren’t past the point of repair, that Marlene would get over her grudges and eventually they would all be family again.
But he saw now that his naiveté was wrong. Marlene was gone, their relationship beyond the point of repair. He had stood back and let her be abused and neglected by their parents for too long, and she didn’t need him anymore. She didn’t consider herself a McKinnon, and he was still to cowardly to stand up to their parents and change that.
But that didn’t mean that he didn’t love her.
“Just--be careful, okay?” He said, his voice defeated. “Don’t get yourself burned along with this place.” There was nothing more to say, really, but he did want her to be safe.
alectoes:
She gave a polite smile. Knowing full well that he was trying not to laugh at her. Which would have been fine if he had. Alecto was used to being laughed at for most of her life. If not made fun of. But this wizard didn’t seem like he was trying to me malicious in his actions. Which made her feel a little better about the fact that she had just snorted her drink in front of a total stranger. Or someone she assumed to be a total stranger. “It’s okay to laugh,” she said, wiping off the liquid with the back of her hand, “I’m more or less used to it and it’s entirely too easy to startle me. So, it’s alright.”
Alecto took his hand with her free hand. Stretching her arm across her torso as her eyes met his. Her mind searching for any sort of recognition of his face. But there wasn’t any. That didn’t go without saying that she had a terrible memory. She let her arm fall back to her side as she beamed at him. “Alecto Carrow,” she said proudly, “Nice to meet you, Alexander. Alcohol tends to help every event, don’t ya think?”
Alexander laughed freely, glad that she had given him permission, only this time he was laughing at her words, not her clumsiness. “Where were you in my Hogwarts days?” He asked, his tone taking on a teasing manner that it often did when he was pulling out the charm (which was most of the time). “I went through a phase of loving to scare people, you would have been the perfect target.” He winked at her to assure her that he was just kidding, then took a sip of his drink, his eyes still smiling as his gaze rested on her.
He could see by the way she appraised him that she didn’t recognize him, which was fine to Alexander, especially since she was a stranger to him as well. But he was always eager to make new connections, and he knew the effect that he had on most people, so Alexander was sure that after tonight, she would have a memory of him. “It’s nice to meet you, Alecto.” The Carrow surname was familiar, but he didn’t know much about the family. This would just have to prompt him to look more into that topic. He laughed again. “It sure does, especially the stuffy ones.” He lowered his voice as he said the last words, his tone conspiratorial. “What brings you here tonight?”
a-tealeave:
Heat flushed her cheeks at his words. Never in her life had anyone regarded her as ‘lovely’ to have been met. No one had ever spoken to her he way he was. Sybill felt her cheeks warm even more as he winked at her. A small laugh escaped her at the comment about the Prophet. It was fairly well known that she was not in kind regard to most around her. It was also known that she had been fired from the Prophet. Though every time she heard the name (or thought it) she winced. It was almost too ironic for her and she was grateful she was out of that. “It’s too ironic for me to work there anyways,” she said with a laugh, stating her thoughts. Sybill followed his eyes. Taking in the extravagant decor and listened the to the gossiping of the people around her.
It was a grand party, that was certain. She had never been to such a fancy occasion. Sybill felt awkward and out of place. There were sneers and stares shooting her way and all she wanted to do was go home. She wanted to go home and hold her cat. Ambrosia was her safety blanket and she knew that after tonight she would need her. Sybill looked at him, blinking a few times before folding her arms across her chest awkwardly and biting on her lower lip. “It’s not my usual scene,” she said, her eyes following a group of witches that were whispering as they passed, “I don’t really get out much. I only came to support Miss Skeeter really. What about you, Mister McKinnon?”
Alexander matched her laugh, finding himself charmed by Sybill in spite of what he had heard about her. She was obviously uncomfortable and nervous, very damsel-in-distress, and the part of Alexander that had been raised to be a gentleman felt drawn to that. “It is a pile of rubbish, as far as newspapers go,” he murmured confidentially to her, winking. In truth, he did prefer the Phoenix to the Prophet, but in order to care for the affairs of the family business, Alexander didn’t usually play favorites -- he needed a good working relationship with every news outlet he could, and the Prophet was especially helpful to have in your pocket when you needed it.
As Sybill looked back at him and folded her arms, he could tell before she even spoke that she was very uncomfortable in this environment. He supposed it wouldn’t be fun to be at an event where everyone around you seemed to have no qualms talking about you within earshot. At her question, he tilted his head. “Well, I find I have to be at this sort of thing often for work, but I can’t say that it’s my favorite scene.” He shrugged and gave her another charming grin. “How about we get you out of this crowd and I show you a part of the party you might actually enjoy?” He held out his hand to her, an offering.
calamityofagirl:
Marlene let out a cold, humourless laugh. She was long past giving a flying fuck what her parents’ thought of her “Alexander, they’ve barely registered I exist for the last twenty years, I think they’ll be fine.” she said, almost ready to take off her mask so he could look her in the eyes and tell her that.
“The will? Merlin, you think I give a fuck about the will?” she asked, unable to keep the disbelief out of her voice. It figures that’s what Alexander was worried about. That was his priority, being the family heir and always concerned with money and reputation. The thought about being in her parents’ will hadn’t even crossed her mind. “Alexander, I know this might be hard for you to understand, but I don’t need any inheritance money. I don’t need anything from them. I can take care of myself, I’ve been doing it all my life.”
When she’d “moved out” of the family home the day after she graduated, she’d slept on friends couches and even park benches, all before she took a cent of the McKinnon fortunes. She wouldn’t degrade herself by begging for money. Everything she had made since then had been her own. “You don’t need to worry. I’m not going to get caught, so get your pants out of a twist.”
Alexander ran his hand through his hair in frustration. He had never been able to reason with Marlene. She had a temper that could rival anyone else in their family, and she seemed to lack any skills of self preservation that would have helped her to gain the favor of their parents rather than being the wild child they looked down their noses at. Why couldn’t she just go with the flow more easily? Life would have been easier for all of them if she had been able to do that.
“Well maybe you wouldn’t have to always take care of yourself if you thought of someone besides yourself for a change!” He bit out before he could stop himself, his frustration and guilt erupting within him. He knew that he had been a rubbish brother to her, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t his sister. It was his job to protect her the best way he could, even if for most of their lives that meant ignoring her.
“You don’t think someone else might recognize you if I could?” He shouted back, throwing up his hands in annoyance. “You’re not as stealthy as you think you are, Marlene! Now why don’t you just take someone else’s advice for once in your life and get out of here before you ruin your life?”
alectoes:
Normally, she wouldn’t be drinking. Under any other circumstances, Alecto would be having a pumpkin juice rather than a gin and tonic. But tonight was different somehow. Dances had never been her thing and neither was getting all dolled up. Yet there she was with a sea of people sitting around and gossiping. A sea of people who were equally dolled up as she was. Though her feet were aching in her heels and she had since taken them off. Alecto thought that alcohol was fitting to the vibe she got from the night. Finding herself perched at the bar, heels in hand.
“Anything fruity,” she told the bartender as she turned her attention to the crowd. There was still no sign of Molly anywhere. No sign of Arthur either. Not that she really thought her best friend’s man of interest would be there. But it was a thought. A familiar face in the sea of discomfort she was feeling. As soon as her drink bumped into her arm, Alecto beamed and her eyes lit up. She thanked the bartender and took a big drink as someone came to sit next to her. Not expecting anyone to come ask her questions, she snorted the drink up her nose.
“Oh, um, yeah?” she said, pressing the back of her hand to her nose, “I guess so? You? Are you, um, enjoying it?”
Alexander bit back a laugh as the woman next to him snorted on her drink, obviously surprised at being addressed. It would be impolite to laugh at a stranger, and a McKinnon could never afford to be impolite (unless that McKinnon was named Marlene). “Sorry, didn’t mean to startle you there.” He said instead, a smile curving his mouth upwards.
In answer to her question, he looked around, nodding his thanks at the bartended came back with his drink. “Oh, yes, it’s been fine. The open bar certainly helps,” he chuckled softly, his gaze coming back to land on the woman next to him. She was unfamiliar to him, which was strange, because usually the McKinnons made it their business to know everyone. He held out his hand to her, charm seeping through his every action as he tried to make a good impression. “Alexander McKinnon,” he said, introducing himself.
vainemmavanity:
“I don’t know, I like my boys to look a little bit softer or rougher, he just stand in the middle,” she muttered before laughing under her breath, turning to Alexander.
Now, he was an attractive man. Though Emma never dared to do more than playfully flirt from time to time since she knew that their friendship to the Bones came before well… Boning. Too complicated, and Emma didn’t do complicated anymore.
“But if it’s your cup of tea, by all means, have fun, Alexander. I’ll be happy to watch.”
Alexander nodded, unable to stop himself from wondering where he fell on that spectrum. His brother tended to be the more pretty boy of the pair, with a jawline that could cut glass, while Alexander preferred to keep his face full of enough stubble to be presentable while still being a little more rugged.
Alexander laughed, imagining himself in any way attracted to Rodolphus. Sure, he was handsome, but not Alexander’s type, unfortunately. That would require that he had a part that more normally belonged to the fairer sex.
“Ah, I don’t think so,” he said, turning his gaze back to Emma. “My type is more...feminine.”
helenarosier:
The amount of people that Helena saw in a day was astronomical, and they all thought they were more important than the last. However, Helena knew full well who Alexander McKinnon was. His sister was someone she greatly respected and admired, not to mention cared for. While Helena didn’t know the details of Marlene’s relationship with her family, she knew it wasn’t good. Still, she had a reputation to keep up, and as far as anyone knew, she wasn’t even friends with Marlene. As the acting Minister, her demeanor was everything.
Smiling, she nodded, “Lovely to see you again,” she greeted. Shaking her head, Helena gave a hum, “Thank you. I’m glad to hear my reputation precedes me because of my work,” she admitted. Helena gave a hum as she continued, “I’m grateful someone appreciated it at the very least,” she murmured. She found that gaining the respect of those that had been running things for far too long was hard earned.
Smiling, she gave a hum, “The free alcohol is always a plus. I don’t mind the dressing up part, though the stuffiness I could do without,” she commented. Helena hated the false pretentiousness more than anything. Grinning, she answered, “There’s nothing in the bylaws that explicitly say I can’t endorse a candidate, but I think it would be unwise. Whichever wins I’ll be directly working with, and it will be much easier if I don’t appear to have biases.” Helena knew in her heart who she wanted to win, but she could work with Rodolphus just as easily.
Alexander knew very well how important it was that he stayed up to date with the latest political advances, and he was glad now for the fact that he had always taken that seriously. It was clear that Helena Rosier appreciated his compliment on her release. As undersecretary, no doubt she had long been taken advantage of by those in power above her, and he was sure that it was nice for a chance to be able to do her work without a Minister breathing down her neck to do things the way they wanted.
Alexander nodded in understanding. He was used to stuffiness thanks to his family heritage, but he agreed wholeheartedly with her that it was a nuisance. “I agree with that,” he said with a laugh, looking around as he adjusted his cuff links. He didn’t wholly mind the dressing up, either, but it was true that he would have been more comfortable in his typical daily robes than these stiff dress ones.
“That’s a shrewd way of looking at things,” he said, meaning it as a compliment. “You wouldn’t want to make your job harder by pissing one of them off before they’re even elected.” Though he somehow doubted that there was much that could piss Kingsley Shacklebolt off. Rodolphus Lestrange, on the other hand? Well, he was an easier target as far as pushing someone’s buttons went. “Are you looking forward to the election being over or enjoying this time without a boss to put demands on your attention?”
fervorblack:
A wave of relief washed over Regulus, glad he hadn’t just spilled wine over some pompous dignitary and ended up causing a scene. “I’m glad I only did minor damage.” He said, with a sheepish smile, wiping himself off with napkins. “I think I’m okay, grateful I chose to wear a dark suit tonight, but thankyou.” he said, glad he wasn’t wearing a white shirt. “It’s.. Alexander, right?”
Alexander laughed, looking down at Regulus’ suit to see that the damage was easily concealed. “No worries, mate,” he said with a smile, his hands already free of the wine. “And that was a good choice. Yes, Alexander McKinnon,” Alexander replied, nodding. “And you’re Regulus Black?”
calamityofagirl:
Recognising the voice, Marlene stiffened. Alexander. She turned and there he stood, tall & arrogant as ever. She snatched her hand away with an almost animalistic snarl. How dare he touch her? And when had he ever given a damn about her? The answer of course was, he didn’t, she realised, with a pang to her heart she ignored. He was worried about their family’s reputation if she got caught, she concluded. “What does it look like Alexander? Or have you gone blind as well as dumb since the last time I saw you?” she quipped. Once, Marlene would have done anything for Alexander’s attention and affection. Ignored by her parents she sought her older brother’s love instead, only to find he rejected her as well. She had tried for a time, but it became clear Alexander wouldn’t do anything to risk his position in the family. And Marlene’s heart had grown cold and bitter towards him. “Don’t worry, I won’t get caught. Nothing will happen to your precious family reputation.”
Alexander sighed in frustration at her retort, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose. Marlene was never one to hide her true feelings, something that got her into much trouble in their house. He knew he wasn’t the best older brother to her, but merlin, did she have to hold such a grudge? He thought she should understand his position better than anyone -- they all did what they could to survive their parents’ high expectations and cold indifference towards their children. Was it really his fault if what it took for him to survive was to keep her at arms’ length?
“It’s not my reputation I’m worried about,” he snapped back, truthfully. Nothing Marlene did could taint Alexander’s place in the world, not with how little his parents cared about their daughter anyway. “It’s you I’m worried about. How do you think Mother and Father will respond if you get caught?” He was just trying to keep her from being disinherited as well as shunted aside.
“Do you really want to give them any more reason to keep you out of the will?” If only Marlene could just learn to cooperate. But no, she had to insist on making her own path, carving out her own place. If she could just learn how to be dutiful, she wouldn’t have had such a miserable childhood. It was her that made things difficult for all of them -- her and her stubborn insistence on proving her independence.
a-tealeave:
Sybill blinked and suddenly there he stood. McKinnon–she knew that name from somewhere just couldn’t place it. Pushing the unease she felt from the name given to the back of her mind, she smiled. Glad to have someone here that wasn’t whispering about her or avoiding her. No one wanted to associate with the weird girl who had the vision about the guy who died. No one wanted to associate with the girl who “lied” about the guy who died. Sybill nodded in acknowledgment. A polite smile pulling at the corners of her mouth. So he did work for Rita before. Of course there would be others who knew her through her job. She was the press after all. Working with the Prophet should have taught her that.
“Alexander,” she said with a nod, “nice to meet you. Yes, I work for the Phoenix now. I was with the Daily Prophet before…this,” she said, her voice trailing off. Not exactly wanting to divulge into more than she had to.
“It’s lovely to meet you as well,” Alexander replied, charm seeping through his tone in a way that was very familiar to the McKinnon heir. “Ah, well I have to say, good for you for hopping over to the Phoenix. It’s a much better establishment than the Prophet.” He wrinkled his nose as he said the last word before smiling and winking at her. Taking a sip of his champagne, he looked around the room, marveling at just how flawlessly the Blacks had pulled off this party. If only he could recruit Andromeda Black to come and work for the family business -- she would definitely put a sophisticated spin on the way they did things.
“How are you enjoying the party?” He asked, turning back to the woman in front of him. Alexander looked her over subtly, noting that though she looked uncomfortable (and had good reason to, for the fact that so many people still eyed her scornfully), she had dressed perfectly for the event.
emmvanced:
Emmeline appreciated an attractive face, she considered it one of her few weaknesses. It was even better when the pretty face came with a tongue that could match her own. And no one could doubt that Alexander McKinnon was a pretty face. It also helped that his family’s company was of an interest to her in a professional manner, which was never actually too far from her mind.
At his words, she laughed, giving her head a small nod and she brought her firewhisky to her lips to take a drink. She had a little quip on the tip of her tongue before he mentioned the chaos and just like that, she was brought back to reality.
Yet, according to everyone, she wasn’t there. She had been sitting at home all evening and so she was careful to mask any knowledge that she had of the event. So, instead, she raised her brows and shook her head, as if she were faintly in disbelief. “What a shame. I heard it was supposed to be a gorgeous event. I was disappointed I didn’t go.”
Alexander smiled, raising his own eyebrows to match her surprise. “Yes, it was a shame. It was a lovely event, before that all happened. Still, no one seemed to be injured and I’m sure the Blacks will be able to restore the manor back to its’ famed glory before too long.” With money and magic, that was certainly an easy feat.
“What kept you away?” He asked, curious as to why she wouldn’t be present. Not that he thought she supported Rodolphus Lestrange, but it was an event with free alcohol and good company. Besides, as far as making connections went, it was a good opportunity.
Leaning back in his chair, he gazed at her with amusement on his face, still pleased at the opportunity to have a drink with Emmeline. All in all, not a horrible end to the night. In fact, he would go so far as to say that it was a very successful finale.
underneathsilk:
As Josephine pulled the figure out from the crowd, she was somewhat surprised to see Alexander McKinnon on the other side of her hand. Though she supposed she should take it as a good sign. Aside from Sebastian, the McKinnons had remained neutral, though Sebastian said that their mother at least seemed sympathetic to the purist party. The family had been named as one they wanted to get on their side, as their money and influence could be great for Lestrange’s support.
Though that was hardly the most pressing matter now.
“That sounds like a smart idea.” Josephine agreed, looking around “Do you have any idea what’s going on?” she asked. Of course she had put two and two together that it was the Order attacking, but she was curious if others had caught on as well.
Alexander pulled his hand from Josephine’s grasp, not wanting to seem any weaker than he had for almost being trampled, especially in the eyes of a beautiful woman. He followed her gaze, looking around to see masked figures continuing to wreak havoc. He began to follow the crowd that was still scrambling towards the exit, looking back to make sure that she was with him.
He looked at her in surprise at her question. Alexander knew that Josephine was involved in the Order -- surely she had known about this? Maybe she was just feigning ignorance. Looking back at one of the masked figures nearby, he ducked and blocked Josephine as the shattered contents of a nearby table’s decorations began to fly through the air.
“I don’t know for sure, but I have a feeling this is the Order’s version of retaliation,” he muttered softly, now grabbing her hand to continue leading her out of the room.
