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bardaviorisms:

alexei’s recuperation time was a near record for his internal clock to behold, as he had returned to his feet from the blast before bardavior could even see past the cloud of dust settling over the rubble. heart beating in his chest so loud he could feel it rattling his entire form, he braced himself for what was to come next. “why are you -”but he was cut short as his entire body began to writhe in agonizing pain. a pain that could not simply be described with words; searing straight through every nerve ending from his ankles to the tips of his fingers. knees buckling beneath him, he felt his body fall to the ground in efforts to escape the torture that had only just begun. how much time had passed, he hadn’t a clue. “it… was… you - “ he gasped loudly, eyes stinging with unwarranted, hot tears. “you’re the… idiot wrecking havoc upon all of my friends.” bardavior spit out as the pain subsided for a moment, just long enough for him to send a disdainful look in his attacker’s direction.

alexei’s mind was racing as he watched the boy before him writhing in pain. in a sadistic way, he enjoyed the power he had over bard, causing so much pain and destruction within one wizard. “idiot? i would rethink your words, bard. who is the one on the floor? though, if you were alluding to the werewolf, you would be correct. i am the werewolf.” he laughed a slight chuckle, raising his wand a bit, only eliciting more pain within the boy’s body. “i am also the auror who will take you and all of your little friends to azkaban.”

#|c:bard|

bardaviorisms:

his movements were crisp and calculated which in turn angered bard more than his words ever could. how daft had he been this whole time? to think alexei was who he said he was seemed like all too easy of a lie to catch now in retrospect. before the male could react and retrieve his own wand, he was flying through the air and landed with a rough thud against the brick wall outside his residence. stars muddled with dust from his blow clouded his vision and he struggled to rise, wincing in pain as he stood to his feet, wand in hand and at the ready. “i think i’ll take my chances.” and without another moments hesitation, bard flicked his wrist with his wand pointed at alexei’s feet. “confringo !!” he exclaimed as the cobblestone beneath the opposing male erupted, sending his off into the shadows.

the inferno that erupted from the cobblestone beneath his boots singed and stung his skin as the flames licked at his body. “episkey.” the burns and blisters that lined his skin began to heal themselves as he finally stood to his feet. albeit a little shaky, alexei took a step forward. he simply lifted his wand before speaking. “oh, you want to do some damage?” he stood tall, holding his wand out before him. “cruciatus.” the ministry worker grinned like the cheshire cat as the curse began to overtake the boy’s body.

#|c:bard|

bardaviorisms:

“you guess… or you know ?? doesn’t sound to me like you’re too convinced by your line of work. that, or you just don’t do a very good job of it.” the jabs bardavior was taking at the male were seemingly unwarranted and would be viewed as so were anyone listening in. he didn’t know how he hadn’t felt it before… the fishy smell lingering about the other wizard. a moment after his snide comment had been made, he could see the fire begin to ignite behind alexei’s eyes. his hands in his pockets left beard with an uneasy feeling and his palms began to sweat. “sounds to me like you’re trying to justify this guys actions. which seems… odd, considering the fact that it sounds like people were indeed, injured.” his tongue was laced with distrust and he found himself cracking his knuckled in preparation for what he expected to come in the approaching moments. “i don’t think i will.”

“really?” his stone cold stare slowly contorted into a wry grin, keeping his eyes locked on bard. fully pulling his wand from his pocket, he pointed the instrument directly at his opponent. “trust me, bard. i am not someone you want to threaten.” alexei lifted the wand a bit, cocking his head to side. “stupefy.” the single spell sent the boy flying backward against the hard cobblestone walkway. “are you really that dense?” he simply lifted the wand again, eyeing the male from his spot on the ground.

#|c:bard|

bardaviorisms:

he quirked a brow in discontent and all prior feelings of security had escaped him, the longer bardavior conversed with the male. it was incredibly easy to put on a fake front for people, especially when your secrets could get you into a world of trouble. he, himself was guilty of such. but something was… off about alexei. the way his nonchalant smile met his eyes all too easily. his ability to shrug off his detachment from a position bard was sure most witches and wizards would kill to have, just to say they were employed at the ministry. “so… what are you doing now ?? it must’ve been quite a jump to go from one extreme to another. seems like an awfully peculiar place to end up after working for the law.” bard mused in a speculative tone. with his back to the wall, he took a calculated step back. “if the wolf’s reckless, yeah. i suppose it… happens. pity they haven’t caught him. with that amount of idiocy, it was a wonder no one got killed.”

“i guess i am just spending my time, hunting down people who have seemingly evaded some of knockturn alley’s more ‘powerful’ witches and wizards.” it was a cover he had come up with when had first decided to go undercover in the alley. “it has been quite the adjustment, but i am making the best of it. “reckless? perhaps the wolfsbane potion was not brewed correctly. i would not write their actions off as idiotic.” the wizard gripped the wand in his coat pocket, feeling his temper getting the best of him. “watch your tone.”

#|c:bard|

bardaviorisms:

“it’s a wonder i haven’t caught your acquaintance before. some people are just ships in the night, i suppose. sorry to hear about your job. sounds… prestigious. sorry you ended up here of all places.” he said genuinely, feeding into alexei’s casual demeanor. maybe the tinge of uncertainty he’d felt prior was without cause. the wizard seemed pleasant enough. “i expected nothin’ less.” eyes narrowed at the sight of his eyes rolling, as if the ,ale were upset by the fact that no one was fatally injured. “swell time, but i left in such a hurry, i neglected to inform anyone. my house plants are probably a little worse for ware.” he chimed. “say… what was i hearing about a werewolf ?? did they end up catchin’ the one responsible ??”

“i tend to keep to myself, honestly. i am not much of a people person, i suppose. thank you. it was a small administer position.” he simply smiled, gazing at the male opposite of him. his eyes narrowed as bard began to ask questions. he didn’t have a line of bullshit ready. “a werewolf came and crashed everyone’s party. it was a full moon, so those things tend to happen.” he thought about eliza, stiffing him on the wolfsbane potion. had she not been so reckless things wouldn’t have gotten out of hand like they did. “they did not catch him, no.”

#|c:bard|

bardaviorisms:

eyes followed the stranger’s movements - one could never be too sure as far as the character of another went around these parts. that was a good way to get yourself into trouble, or worse, six feet under. he extended his own hand to fit within the male’s and gave it a hard shake. something his dad always said reeling in the back of his mind - a good handshake, a good impression. “officially. it’s a pleasure, alexei. i’m sure you’re adapting just fine around these parts, ay ??” he offered casual conversation. nothing had caused his alert signals to go off as far as the other went yet, so why not be as polite as he could? the place could us a bit of kindness, in his opinion. “ah, the festival. i’d say i was torn up that i missed it but it would only be at the expense of my friends. sounds like a hoot. no one died, i hope.” he chuckled lightly. his ending statement had bard scratching the back of his neck anxiously. “just family business, s’all. nothing major.” lie, lie.

“i suppose i am. i have been here for a while. i worked for the ministry, but they had me resign due to some unforeseen circumstances.” it felt so natural to lie to someone. he didn’t flinch or tick as he spewed out his colorful narrative. “no. no one managed to get themselves killed. though, some came close.” he rolled his eyes, visualizing a particular redhead. “family business” his eyes raked over the other male. it took everything in his power not to rattle off the list of reasons he would be persecuted by the ministry. “did you have a good time?”

#|c:bard|

bardaviorisms:

under no circumstances did bard enjoy being taking by surprise, least of all in a cold, desolate alley where dark magic lurked hidden within just about every nook and cranny. so naturally when the male heard a voice coming from behind him, his shoulders tensed and his wand hand flinched towards the loop in his belt housing his only form of defense. he whipped around, catching the eye of his opposer - the male he’d become briefly acquainted with after being robbed blind by a particularly nasty goblin. from what he could recall, his intent had only been to help bard, which caused the male to relax his guard and take a breath. “it’s bard, yeah. terribly rude of me, but i don’t recall your name.” he replied, adjusting the strap over his shoulder. “what’s goin’ on, mate ??”

alexei’s stoic facial expression faltered, giving way to a small grin. the russian’s eyes drifted down, taking not of the housing for his wand. defensive. he took a step forward, letting his eyes shift back to the opposing male’s. “i do not think i ever gave it to you. you were in a bit of a... predicament when we last met.” extending his hand to shake the other’s, he simply smile. “i am alexei. it is nice to finally meet you.” he thought for a moment. what was going on? what did bard know? from his reaction to alexei’s presence, he didn’t know much. “well, you missed one hell of a festival. there was everything you could have wanted. werewolves, flying cares, candy floss. it was a good time. what caused you to skip town? hiding from someone?”

#|c:bard|

bardaviorisms:

as soon as his boot-clad soles met with the same cobble-stone pathway he’d fled from not even a week prior, bardavior felt himself suck in a breath of uncertain air. things felt… different, yet oddly the same. how much could have changed since his sudden departure? the thought filled his stomach with dread as he began the trek towards his flat, head down but his senses on high alert. since he’d received the owl regarding his mother’s health, the brunette’s head had been all out of sorts - he’d pulled a briar and left without a word, knowing good and well what he would have to face upon returning home. home, the thought with a shudder. an eerie feeling had him pulling at the beanie atop his head as if to conceal his identity even further. what on earth had he missed?

alexei’s eyes followed the stranger through the alley as he walked. he seemed to be avoiding someone, though alexei didn’t know who. pulling his wand from his pocket, the dark haired male followed precariously behind bard. he had seen the other male a time or two with eliza, wondering if he knew where the girl was hiding. according to his file in the ministry, he had a nasty habit of breaking into places he probably shouldn’t be. he hadn’t been in knockturn alley when the festival took place. as far as the russian knew, bard knew nothing of the event. clearing his throat, he caught the stranger’s attention. “so nice of you to finally join us...” he smirked. “bard, right?”

#|c:bard|

atramentio → annica

annica: not if we kill you first, bastard.

alexei: i'm shaking in my boots. you think i'm afraid of a weak sniveling halfblood like yourself? please. you cling to that shadow of that crazy bastard from hogwarts, hoping he'll protect you. you're nothing. the only redeeming quality is your hit or miss visions of the future. pathetic, really.

#|a:annica|

atramentio → eliza

eliza: i'll kill you myself if i have to.

alexei: prove it.

#|t:eliza|

atramentio → annica

annica: i did nothing that concerns you.

annica: you don't scare me.

alexei: you're a fool if you aren't scared.

alexei: i'll kill you and everyone in that silly little vision of yours.

#|a:annica|

atramentio → eliza

eliza: i'm not going down without a fight, alexei.

alexei: i can bring a fight if you wish.

alexei: this time, you won't have your friends at your side to rescue you.

#|a:eliza|

atramentio → eliza

eliza: i wouldn't let them take him

eliza: i'm sure they'd love to get their hands on the infamous cravenwood daughter instead.

alexei: careful what you wish for.

#|a:eliza|

atramentio → eliza

eliza: you're smarter than i thought

eliza: interesting since you're on the front page of the daily prophet. the ministry's looking for the wolf who went loose at the cold moon festival.

alexei: i'd love to say the same for you.

alexei: let them search for me. i'm sure they'd love to track down the person whom cast the unforgivable curse on me.

#|c:alexei|

atramentio → eliza

eliza: how did you even know about that?

eliza: he's not in azkaban. but you will be once i get the dirt on you. i know you're hiding something and it's NOT just the wolf shit

alexei: i wouldn't have lost control had you really given me wolfsbane.

alexei: you won't get any dirt on me. who would even waste their time listening to the cravenwood girl rambling on about a werewolf?

#|a:eliza|

atramentio → eliza

eliza: really? gonna try to kill me again?

alexei: try? no. looks like your plan to stiff me on wolfsbane potion backfired.

alexei: i hope your boy is enjoying azkaban. was it worth it, eliza?

#|a:eliza|

atramentio → open

alexei: though i'm not sure what exactly happened last night, i know what you did.

alexei: i would watch your back if i were you.

#|a:open|

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