( cis man | he/him | avan jogia ) —— isn’t that BASTILLE AVERY? yeah that is them, outside the three broomsticks! they used to be in RAVENCLAW but apparently they now work as an UNSPEAKABLE at the DEPARTMENT OF MYSTERIES. sybill once said that they reminded her of black coffee, fallen trees after a storm, a st christopher’s medal, and spilled ink which seems about right. anyway i’ve heard they’re still a bit DISORGANISED, QUIET and SHARP, they’re TWENTY-SIX now but some things never change! i wonder how being a pureblood is affecting them after school, especially now they’re an ASSOCIATE with THE DEATH EATERS? i guess only time will tell… —— [ alek ]
bio:
it’s not quite a curse. the divination that runs through the avery bloodline has given the family a lot of ‘luck’, the kind that fills bank vaults and tangles the wizarding elite around them. there’s never been an avery as minister of magic, but they’re in nearly every war room and campaign in france and england.
there’s powerful seers in nearly every generation too though, people who can tell you more than just next week’s weather or how you’ll die. it’s an open secret that those people aren’t very functional, tending not to hold down a job or finish school without a lot of help. it’s not easy to be unstuck in time.
baz’s mother was one of those seers. camille had been doing alright for a while when she had her child-- never told anyone who the father was, but it didn’t much matter to anyone.
camille’s parents arranged for a nanny to live in her house in paris, making sure someone was taking care of bastille even when camille disappeared for a day or a week at a time.
she never quite seemed to be interested in being a parent though, and eventually baz was brought to england to live with family there. never with the same people very long-- his mum’s sister or her brother, often his grandparents, whoever had time for a child that wasn’t quite normal.
couldn’t quite hold a conversation, couldn’t quite understand cause and effect, couldn’t quite understand why the current moment was important. stole things, had a knack for finding out exactly what you hoped he wouldn’t. baz wasn’t a bad kid, but the sight he’d inherited from his mother made him a handful.
it was the year before he started school that camille died, in what the officials called ‘an accident’ and the family called ‘kicking the hornet’s nest”.
he got further than she ever had though, finishing OWLs and NEWTs with good enough grades to get hired in the department of mysteries. finished the apprenticeship with what looked like a lot of promise, then stalled out over an inability to work without supervision.
still works there now though-- maybe more as a mystery than an actual unspeakable, but it’s fine. they’d never get rid of him anyways as long as augustus rookwood is still working there.
❝ what’s happening ? ❞ it’s barely a squeak of a sound next to the din of the carnage outside , a tiny thing accompanied by a just as tiny , panicked , face peeking out from the doorway of the now deserted ice-cream parlour . ❝ i - i zoned out — ❞ a few seconds picture of utter chaos and then they came to , what could’ve been minutes or longer later , they chaos they had seen raging outside . ❝ — i don’t know what’s going on , where do i go ? ❞
Baz didn’t enjoy crowds under normal circumstances, and he certainly didn’t like them any better when they were all panicked. He’d already been looking for a place to hide out when he came across Sybill, so he stepped into the ice cream parlour and pulled the door solidly shut behind him.
“Nothing fun,” he informed her matter-of-factly, looking round to make sure there weren’t any unpleasant surprises inside the building. “Swear to Merlin, it’s a goddamn mess. Too much noise, I can’t make anything out.” Nothing good at least-- the crowd seemed to layer over itself, a second wave of something somewhere sometime brought on by the same DMLE uniforms. “Have you got anything?”
it wasn’t just that sturgis’d grown tired of repeating himself, no that had happened ages ago; the same set of lines, over and over, as he made his way up and down the alley. “Just stay calm, there is no need to push and shove! If you need assistance, get to an auror or flag one of us down! if you are uninjured, I need you to vacate this alley immediately! immediately! let’s go!” he snapped his fingers, hand rotating in that circular, universal, let’s hurry this along way, but …. really, crowd control was the least of his concerns – it wasn’t like he was going to be getting out of here anytime soon, no matter when the crowd thinned, and this clusterfuck was not going to be thinning out anytime soon, he was sure of it.
a cleared throat from behind caught his attention, though, and he put his game face back on, already speaking as he turned. “you alright there, mate? you hurt? looking for someone?”
“No, I’m not hurt. Or looking for someone. I just don’t see why I should have to leave-- I was here before you lot.” Baz wasn’t actually sure if that was true, but he fixed the auror with the same ‘I will not listen to reason’ look as if it was. “Why can’t you find a different alley to.. do whatever you’re doing in?”
❝ maybe you didn’t say you have one but you might’ve had one ? ❞ hakim cannot help but gear interest in the chatter they had overhead while walking by , wondering if this was even something they should get involved in . dragon egg or not , it would lay on their conscience if they didn’t at least ask . ❝ and this hypothetical , of course . if you had one , where would it go ? would be a shame for you , me , and the dragon for it to land in the wrong hands . ❞
“I might have a lot of things.” Baz had to wonder if this was the sort of person that would do something like tell the Ministry he had a dragon egg, which didn’t seem very fun. Even though a dragon egg wasn’t the worst thing he’d had on his property, it was probably one of the hardest to hide. “But even if I did have a dragon egg, dragons take a while to get big. And the Ministry can’t just get rid of a surrendered baby dragon the way they could get rid of an egg.”
he rolled his eyes, not bothering to provide a response to what he was sure was both a rhetorical question and a threat – or a promise, the line was fine, sometimes – and let out a short huffing sigh. “i’ve already cycled most of the way through mad,” he admitted, though he was sure to most that would have been clear by sight alone. “besides, if you did have a dragon egg, mad or not, I would still want to see it.” the if, though, to augustus, was merely a technical hypothetical; he knew baz too well for that. ‘so let’s see it.”
“But if I showed it to you, you’d know where it was. And if you knew where it was, you could get rid of it.” Baz wasn’t generally suspicious of Gus, but he knew what tended to happen with particularly fun trinkets. They either got sent to Paris or put behind some sort of anti-touching charm. Unfair on both counts. “Maybe I shouldn’t show it to you, until it hatches at least.”
𝑜𝑓 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑠 julian expected a hunt for supplies to lead him , knockturn definitely seems odd . he supposes he must have been asking for something … well , along the lines of the hand on display to his right . he’d have to look into the legality of it later , as he’s preoccupied with giving his current company the most unimpressed of blinks . he lets the silence linger a few seconds , and without further comment : ❛ what breed is the egg ? ❜
“If there was an egg, it’d be a Hebridean Black.” Baz wasn’t about to drop the facade of not technically admitting to anything so easily, but he was well aware he wasn’t an expert on dragons. “Someone might have told me it was a Ukrainian Ironbelly, but if that person did have a dragon egg it was in no one’s best interest for them to keep it.”
❝ i mean, you’re right. it would be fucking rad — if you had one. ❞ dirk followed along, or so he thought. ❝ but, hypothetically speaking, if you did have a dragon egg, which one would it maybe, possibly … be ? ❞
“Hypothetically, it could be a Hebridean Black.” Baz was pleased that Dirk had seemed to get the game so easily-- he’d been warned against admitting to illegal things in public before, and didn’t particularly feel like hearing the lecture again. “Wouldn’t want to introduce an invasive species, would I?”
“don’t give me that, no.” gus had been born at night, yes, but not last night. he wasn’t falling for that. “you didn’t say you didn’t have one, either.” he folded his arms, staring back at baz levelly, trying to weigh for himself how likely the chances were that he did, in fact, have a dragon egg. “…….are you going to show it to me at least?”
“Am I supposed to tell you everything I don’t have? We’d be here for ages.” Baz watched Gus for a moment, wondering if he might actually get away with that one. It didn’t seem very likely, especially when factoring in that a dragon egg would eventually hatch. “Would you get mad if I showed you? If I did have a dragon egg, I mean.”
“I didn’t say I have a dragon egg,” Baz phrased carefully, “and I certainly didn’t tell you where I might have gotten one, if I did have one. Which I never said I did, even though it would be fucking rad.”
❝ why the warning ? just a word of caution or do you think i’ve a collection of rocks in my handbag ? ❞
“You’ve got a collection of rocks in your handbag?” Baz wouldn’t have guessed that, but at the same time he had absolutely no idea what should be in a purse. “What kind? My grandma swears by quartz, but I feel like it just gets cloudy.”
“What if something happens because we made it explode?” He sighed, hating himself for what he was about to say. “Maybe we should take it to my brother. He… is used to dealing with this crap,” he rubbed at the back of his neck. The other worked for the ministry of magic, and there were only so many strings Ludo could pull to keep Otto out of trouble.
“Dust usually has stuff wrong with it,” Baz agreed, ending the levitating charm to let the thing fall back down on the ground. If it’d blown up on its own it’d be one thing, but he did have to admit it’d be his fault if it blew up and caused problems. “What does your brother do? Misuse of Muggle Artifacts?”
“….why do you think i’m sending you with josie, when we’ve been talking about lucy very steadily?” he raised an eyebrow, but he dropped the question, shaking his head. it wasn’t the right question to ask. ‘let me try again. lucy doesn’t like the guy I have to see. I don’t really care who josie bites, that’s on josie, she’s an adult human. lucy is a cat, and she’s not allowed to bite that man again. he complains again, and she’ll get banned.” taking his gaze off of baz, it moved, of course, to the other cat in the room, and he stared her down, too, even as she ate. “I meant it, if you take her, i’ll give her the bath. no trick temper, I just .. I can’t deal with her mischief today, you know? don’t have it in me. if you want to give her the bath I won’t complain, but I know she’ll be dirty either way, and i’m prepared for it, so it can’t hurt me, and I won’t sigh at you.”
“You were talking about Lucy.” Baz thought in hindsight he maybe should have clarified that he’d been talking about both, but he had a feeling it wouldn’t make anything clearer if he started trying to predict how Augustus would take his words. “And now I am too. Why don’t you trust Lucy’s judgement?” He broke off another piece of bacon to feed the cat in question. “I suppose you’d just want to wash the glitter off of her if I do get the mud off of her, so that seems fair. Alecto’s got a kneazle she could play with now, and probably Elara, and then there’s the bat’s not-cat Kitty.”
“…Okay, that is a good point, but the sheep in the wool isn’t even living. It’s just. Sheep fluff.” Though now Dajo had second thoughts. If sheep could have rabies then why couldn’t something be wrong with the sweater? “Do you have any bags? We can just put it in a bag and bring it along.”
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“You don’t seem like some kind of expert on rabies transmission, so I won’t be taking the chance.” Baz pulled a folded-up shopping bag out of his pocket regardless, handing it over. “I’m pretty sure that bag’s not rabies- or curse-proof, but you’d have to get it into the bag first.”
I’ve always had a simultaneous fear of, and attraction toward the unknown. And in these f*cking dark and scary times, it’s easy to adapt a “what’s difference does it make?” attitude. So I often find myself in these situations where my heart’s pounding so fast I can barely breathe. And I can’t tell if it’s excitement, or terror, or both. It’s not like I’m brave or anything, it’s more reckless stupidity, and adrenaline fix, throwing myself into the void to see what happens.
Avan Jogia as Ulysses Zane in NOW APOCALYPSE (1.01) | THIS IS THE BEGINNING OF THE END
“What’s wool gonna do to you? It’s like getting bit by a sheep.” Dajo teased. Now they were definitely gonna take the sweater with them, if only to prove to Baz it wasn’t possessed or something. “We can always make a priest bless it or something.”
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“Sheep can transmit rabies. No cure for rabies. I’m not taking the chance.” Baz again didn’t actually think he’d get rabies from a sheep, but it was the principle at this point. “That seems fine, but how do you plan on getting it to the priest?”
