Charity

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[burbagexcharity]

kingarthur-weasley‌:

It wasn’t uncommon for Arthur to get his hands dirty and do something other than paperwork. He had been in his department since he graduated, starting off as an intern and finding the perfect niche for himself. There were times that he had been allowed to go on raids frequently a couple of years ago and now it was a common occurrence. Although, during the war, most of the raids were a result of war’s grip, wringing the muggles or implementing themself into a place darkness shouldn’t be barred. 

The portkey never made Arthur feel any better and at least it didn’t malfunction and lead them astray. Arthur moved his attention across the hilltops to where there was a visible line of smoke spiraling from a small village. “Perfect. Splendid, shall we, then?” Arthur asked, clapping his hands together and moving towards the location of the village. “Oh, I’m sure the townspeople go through the woods all the time. We can just say we are…passing through.”

Arthur was someone that Charity respected a lot. Her choice to work in the Department was first because of him. Second, it was a way of ensuring that she and her mother were connected in some way, even inside the wizard world. Charity liked the way others were excited about missions, as well as interested in seeing more of a world that she also loved. So she laughed and looked at him. "Come on, of course." She started walking, crossing her arms as she took the next step, and they went on without any luggage or anything to justify leaving the forest. "It seems like an alternative." Charity smiled. "Yes, they go out to cut wood or something. They must be a small group. What do you think of saying that we are from a neighboring village?"

[zahishafiq]

Class Act

[zahishafiq]

burbagexcharity‌:

When she saw the mask, her face hardened. She was not involved in combat situations because she was inferior to others from the Order, and her logical ability was different. So she pushed herself to the side, feeling her skin burned, and also listening to some potions shatter with liquids trickle down the floor. Charity stared at it for a few seconds, could feel her heart almost rise in her mouth at the situation she had imposed on herself. Should she be there? Maybe it would be easier if she had put herself in the HUFFLEPUFF’s room! She rolled her eyes, realizing that he must have been hiding, and by the sound, something had risen. The liquid still dripped, and with a spell motion, Charity began to float things. She might not be ideal for combat with a Death Eater, but she wouldn’t leave without a battle. Charity would carry him out of school if necessary. And with wand motions, it began to reach the opposite walls. One hour, wherever he was, the things would stop beating. And she would make sure he couldn’t escape anymore. She was already used to the darkness itself so sooner his body would it be easy to find.

Zahi took slow deep breaths through his nose. He listened carefully around him, mindful that she could move or shift at any moment without him being able to see her, so that movement needed to be perceivable. He sensed rather than heard that something had shifted, though. As Zahi shifted toward the edge and looked out, he saw bottles beginning to move toward him, followed by the slam of a chair against the wall. So that’s how this was going to go, he mused as he flinched.

He felt the slight rattle of the cupboard starting to move and used that as his inspiration to spin around and shoot a few rapid spells in her direction before ducking down behind the desk again. He hadn’t sent anything that would kill her because he didn’t want a body to dispose of, but Zahi figured that if either the Stunning Spell or the Full Body Bind landed, it would make his life much easier. He looked up just enough to see her with his wand already raised again to act again.

[burbagexcharity]

She was better behind a fight than in front. She had to bend down to escape some spells and tried, somehow, to escape through the door. If she survived, she could try to find out who had been around, but at the same time, the spells he professed made her have to run in defenses. One of them had cut her cheek a little and imagined, by the red that flew against a chair, that it was the Stunning Spell. Charity put up defensive spells and started to look for the door. Neither of them seemed to give in, and he was much better than she was in combat. Surely she would have to ask someone to see her leg that now appeared broken. She was at a disadvantage, and she knew it well. So she found the handle and left without looking back.

[fortunexflower]

Nothing is impossible. The wizarding world keeps trying to outdo itself in more crazy mystical things each day. And, in many cases, it succeeds. Lily has gotten to a point where she almost isn’t fazed by anything anymore. Give her ghosts, shapeshifters, or magical spinning heads. It might annoy, confuse, or even hurt her but magic seemed to be the logical conclusion to everything nowadays. 

Except for this. 

This was new, uncharted territory. This was something she hadn’t even bothered to pick up a book on. Sure, she’d seen plenty do it. But in just a few months she never thought she’d be doing it herself. Or at least herself and with James by her side. 

The thought was dizzying. She had to stop for a second and hold her head, thinking she might puke - oh wait. There was no might about it. Before she could warn anyone around her or find the nearest toilet, that mornings breakfast was staring back at her on the street. And just mere inches away were shoes. Shoes which did not belong to Lily. 

[burbagexcharity]

Charity loved to walk the streets, and people watch. This helped her a lot to be able to get to know the world in which she lived. Also, it helped her to relieve the psychological pressures that she went through with her mother. The woman was on her safe way when she met a red-haired girl whom she would later remember was Lily. Like a good person, she stepped forward to see if the other was okay, walking among the people until she reached the redhead. "Hi, you don't..." Soon, Charity's shoes were soiled with vomit, and she wasn't sure precisely whether she vomited too or if she watched another. "You are not well. Let's sit down and see how far I can take you. Then I'll take care of my shoes." It was a great plan. Charity really needed something to keep her looking after the other.

[burbagexcharity]

levibulstrode‌:

Levi had his hands in his pockets as he strolled through the Ministry. He’d stopped to resubmit some permit requests for creatures that Hogwarts had routinely kept for years now, and it was really more of a formality than anything else. 

“Hmm?” he said as the woman spoke to him, but he smiled once he’d processed her request. “Of course. Can I take half your stack?” While Levi waited for her answer, he stooped down to pick up the few on the floor. “I was on my way out and wasn’t going anywhere after. I don’t mind walking with you wherever you’re headed.”

It was surprising for her to see him offering help. Charity looked at the man carefully and smiled, "Of course, if you want and can, of course, taking this orange down, it helps me a lot. Thank you for volunteering." She turned so he could pick up some of the books and understood what he meant by having so much free time. "That's good! I'm going to the Misuse of the Muggle Artifacts Department. These cute ones here," She referred to the books, "They'll help us with a study I'm starting."

[burbagexcharity]

trisxrojas‌:

Tristan wasn’t entirely sure just what that letter from the Ministry had said earlier since it decided to read itself aloud and then rip itself up, but he was hoping that it wasn’t anything too terrible. Maybe someone should let the Ministry know that wasn’t the best way to communicate with people, especially when English wasn’t their first language.

Caught up in thinking about how thick the letter’s accent was, Tristan didn’t pay any notice to the sound of something falling until a voice yelled at him, causing him to pause in his steps. “Trouble tower,” Tristan agreed with a nod, kneeling down to start gathering them back up and to help her carry them. “You have many books, are they all for you?”

Charity smiled at the boy as she realized that he had picked up the book, "Thank you, I'm even able to carry several books at once, but it's hard today as you can see." She ducked a little to accommodate the lost book. "To my department, to be honest. We're studying a bit of a comparison of the Muggle children's stories and ours from the wizarding world." She wanted to look down to show one of the books. "See this orange? It's one of the children's storybooks here in England. I like. Is that you? Do you work here?"

[burbagexcharity]

"Damn it! How long people take to walk around here." Charity was loaded with some books she needed to bring to the Ministry. Some were muggles who helped a lot in some fairytale research, but others were wizards about engaging children's tales. She turned the corner, making sure she didn't bump into anyone when she got off balance, and some books fell. "Now that there was zero chance of getting it. Hey!" She called the person next to her. "Could you help me by getting these books? It seems that the more you carry, the more likely they are to fall around."

[burbagexcharity]

jasperthetenderhearted‌:

Jasper tagged along, following Charity towards the sink. At least he didn’t have to treat any kids in his own Ward. That much was a blessing he counted daily. Of course if he ever needed to he’d give them the very best of care, but kids should have the chance to live their lives before they lost them. “He’d love the company, even if he won’t remember much of it by the end of the week. My dumb jokes probably get boring after a while.”

His face creased in concern. The fact there were some things he couldn’t cure broke his heart. Any woman who raised Charity didn’t deserve illness. “You should go home to sleep silly goose. I’d love to write her a card, Char. Are you sure it wouldn’t be too much, like weird or anything?”

"Your jokes are boring after a while, but we'll give you a chance." She smiled with a cute wink at him. Charity washed her hands, hoping she could have everything she needed to keep from glittering around the restaurant and even herself. When she realized that he had been worried about her mother, Charity couldn't help but smile. Jasper had a kind heart and was always very generous in his ideas and thoughts. "She won't find any of it. If you wish, I will love it. But we can do later, now it would be good to eat something, don't you think? The pencils and pens will stay here, or maybe I can take a little while and write a letter."

[kingarthur-weasley]

There was a buzz in the offices and Arthur was glad to get into the heavy work, enjoying being sent off on raids. It was a good opportunity to be out of the office while also doing what he loved. There were hardly any other jobs that came close to this and that was being in a job that didn’t feel like a job. When a report about a cannibalistic tea kettle was made, Arthur’s interest peaked and was eager to be sent off to learn more. With the war going on, there were more reports being made that muggle items were being cursed or charmed to do insidious acts that could only be declared tempered with. Or there were wizarding items being found in the hands of muggles which seemed far more intimidating. 

Arthur was sent through a portkey to a country road in Scotland where the incident had occurred with another member of the office. He sparred a grin over his shoulder at Charity, finding himself lost and without direction of where they should be headed. “Is there a village around here or something? What did the big man say again? Head west to talk to a Mister Forrester?”

@burbagexcharity​

[burbagexcharity]

The idea of ​​having a task beyond office space did Charity very well. She would rather be out there, working hard on several cases in favor of muggle-borns and even helping with studies. However, they were mysterious cases that also made her feel like part of a particular operation. She approached Arthur, after leaving the portkey and took out the paper she had noted the critical information they needed on the subject. "That's right. The village must be the one where the smoke is coming from." She pointed into the space from which she saw that encouraging smoke that seemed quite inviting. "So how do you want to solve the problem? We'll have to find an excuse to come walking through the woods."

[msdaisymacnair]

Small Steps

@burbagexcharity​

Daisy hadn’t expected many people to take an interest in her position as Muggle Studies professor, and she certainly hadn’t expected a letter requesting to meet with her about possible assistance. Daisy didn’t know how an assist would fit in necessarily and was pretty sure Professor Dumbledore would have to get involved to make it official, but she had occasionally asked around in the past for people to come in and talk about their experiences to her students. Perhaps that could be the case here.

Either way, Daisy had agreed to meet for tea in Hogsmeade. It had seemed like a nice balance of casual and personal enough regardless of how this conversation turned out. When she saw someone coming her way, Daisy smiled and stood to reach out and shake hands. “Charity, right?” she said as she sat down. “It’s lovely to meet you.”

[burbagexcharity]

Charity always liked the idea of ​​teaching. Perhaps it was the fact that teenagers' age was very suggestive, but also the fact that many needed to understand the importance of Muggles studies. The laws, structures, and ideas that many hid in a world when one had another as magical as the wizarding world. Perhaps it was her mother who had always inspired her to see the best in both worlds and. When she heard the possibility of talking to the teacher in the office, she was happy to accept the invitation. It was also a chance to know the day to day and be sure about this step in life. One thing was imagining the situation, and another was living the truth. She walked past Hogsmeade longing for space and soon found the woman she had researched a little for tea. She shook the other's hand. "Yes, Mrs. McNair?" She sat down too and smiled. "It's a pleasure to meet you too, and thanks for the invitation. I am glad to have a time with you to know more about your work and how I can assist you."

[the-last-moody]

It gives a lovely light; Charity & Moody

[burbagexcharity]

the-last-moody‌:

Moody followed the other, looking as gruff as he normally did although not exactly crabby. It wasn’t that he was bothered of walking the other, point blank he didn’t normally do things he didn’t want too, but in a lot of ways it was just his natural appearance. The right thing wasn’t always convenient but it was always the right thing to do. People needed a feeling of safety, and he seemed to be able to provide it to people. It’s why he went to galas even if he didn’t want too. 

It wasn’t that he didn’t think she could take care of herself, but there was also a part of him that worried about those caught in between being a muggle and a wizard. He’d lived with a target on his back for most of his life, but he’d at least known it was coming. His parents had held him there and told him what a Moody was and how he would never be a restful person. She hadn’t, nor did most  muggleborns get that same education. 

He gave a little smile and nod and said, “I’d be happy to say hello. She’s a lovely woman.”  As they walked Moody watched the surroundings carefully never fully relaxed anywhere.  At the question he shrugged, “Same as usual. How are you? It’s no problem to walk you home especially as it’s getting late. And no I’m good thank you.”  He didn’t necessarily believe that she was trying to poison him, but after what had happened with his eye he wasn’t taking many chances with the kindness of people.  “Sorry it’s just my husband was a baker so I’m a bit spoiled. He still bakes occasionally so I’m always prepared.” 

Charity's mother knew a few about the wizarding world other than what the woman had said over the years. She had met some of her friends, but some people had been strategically located around the other. Moody was one of them. She could never let anything happen to her mother, and if Moody broke into the house to protect her, she would be sure the man would not be beaten with a pan on his head. It was the least Charity could do for him. "She likes you, maybe even force you to eat something. You seem a little thin, Moody. Has the world needed you more than yourself?" Her question about how she was was something she didn't hear much about him. Charity was very fond of helping people and forgetting herself. Yes, she was a firsthand hypocrite. She smiled at him, adjusting her purse and picking up the cookies he had gently refused. "I imagine you like what he does. I'm glad you're with someone who loves and cares for you, Alastor. It's so hard these days." It was a way to escape her worries, and she knew it well. "I'm fine." The response was slow, as she tried to fetch for herself. "It has been a challenge in recent days to work and see my mother with a possible depression. She…" They had already left the Ministry, and talking about this subject among several unknown people was more comfortable for her. "She has been asking me more and more to turn me against the wizarding world, demanding that I live like her." The request, which was extremely painful to her, Charity knew it was increasingly difficult to refuse. "I would have chosen another profession if it wasn't for her, and you know it. I don't know how to help her see that running away from something won't make me stronger. Just... will make me feel lost."

[zahishafiq]

Class Act

[burbagexcharity]

zahishafiq‌:

Zahi paused as he analyzed her voice. It didn’t sound right. Was that something she was doing to protect her own identity or something the dust had created? Either seemed plausible as he watched her swing her lit wand around in such a way that it kept her own face in shadow. He waited exactly long enough for the light to catch his mask before shooting a stunning spell in the witch’s direction. That was all he could tell aboutbu her currently.

He quickly ducked behind a tall cabinet, reinforcing his shield charm as he waited to see what his next move would be. This wasn’t worth any sort of firefight, but he couldn’t just apparate away. Hogwarts made sure of that. Even if he hadn’t been caught somewhere like a professor’s office, Zahi couldn’t have let himself just be nicely escorted back to the party. He wasn’t supposed to be there in the first place.

When she saw the mask, her face hardened. She was not involved in combat situations because she was inferior to others from the Order, and her logical ability was different. So she pushed herself to the side, feeling her skin burned, and also listening to some potions shatter with liquids trickle down the floor. Charity stared at it for a few seconds, could feel her heart almost rise in her mouth at the situation she had imposed on herself. Should she be there? Maybe it would be easier if she had put herself in the HUFFLEPUFF’s room! She rolled her eyes, realizing that he must have been hiding, and by the sound, something had risen. The liquid still dripped, and with a spell motion, Charity began to float things. She might not be ideal for combat with a Death Eater, but she wouldn't leave without a battle. Charity would carry him out of school if necessary. And with wand motions, it began to reach the opposite walls. One hour, wherever he was, the things would stop beating. And she would make sure he couldn't escape anymore. She was already used to the darkness itself so sooner his body would it be easy to find.

[zahishafiq]

Class Act

[burbagexcharity]

zahishafiq‌:

Zahi had just enough time to see the light of a wand before he tossed the power toward the person entering. It created a large flash of light and a cloud of smoke separating the two of them. He ducked down the corner of the room, fumbling in his robe pockets until he found his mask. Now wasn’t a good time for it. He’d intended to get in and out without ever running into anyone or creating a situation that was clearly a Death Eater, but he didn’t have much choice if he wanted to keep his identity hidden.

Mask firmly in position, he raised his wand, throwing up a shield charm as he waited to see what the figure would do. As the smoke began to clear, he could see it was a woman, but he didn’t recognize her. Order or just castle staff? There was always the possibility that was just a guest wandering too far, but down here in the dungeons seemed too far to make that idea logical. “What do you want?” he asked, keeping his voice low and hopefully unrecognizable. 

Charity had to take a few steps back when she realized something had been blown out of thin air. The unpleasant-smelling dust invaded his nostrils and luckily didn't bother her eyes. Or not yet. She propped herself against one wall, wondering what she would say or say to be able to find the person hiding below. It wasn't just a couple catching up. Surely it must be someone trying to get something from the room. "Sir, it shouldn't be here." The firm voice sounded thinner, and it must be due to the dust that was now on her body. Fuck. "I'll escort you back to the party. Can we?" Her wand kept the light, and soon Charity tried to hide her own face until perhaps she found the owner of the strange voice. “And, please, show yourself. I am just checking if you are alright here.”

[zahishafiq]

Class Act

@burbagexcharity​

Zahi had quiet a few gifts to himself stashed away in his pockets, mostly ingredients but also the occasional full potion. It hadn’t felt like enough, though. There were several ingredients Zahi had expected to find that he hadn’t. Perhaps they’d been stolen, or perhaps Church kept the good stuff elsewhere. On a chance, Zahi decided to try his office.

It was deserted, which wasn’t shocking. Given that Moody was there as Church’s guest, Zahi was sure they’d spend the entire night at each other’s sides and not down here. He used just his wand tip to light his way as he began to explore the space.

Zahi had just opened a desk drawer when he heard a noise in the corridor and realized belatedly that he should have shut the door behind him. He put out his wand and fumbled through the drawer for whatever was on top. He grabbed some kind of powder he didn’t have time to recognize and held it in his fist, ready to throw it for distraction if need be.

[burbagexcharity]

Walking the corridors wasn't just an opportunity to see the castle she loved so much. Charity knew well that even if the Order were trying to make room, there were also Death Eaters around. Going down to the dungeons was also a way to get to Hufflepuff and make sure everything for the student entrance was safe if anything happened. She was quietly walking her way, carrying her wand with her when she realized that Professor Church's office was open. Charity opened her eyes wide, her heart pounding at the situation that might have been imposed on her, for she was sure she had heard something in that direction. It could be just two students kissing, but also something more serious. She preferred to believe that they had only forgotten the open Potions teacher's room and that all was well. She pushed the door a little farther, trying to hide with the flickering lights of the corridor and then used a light spell to search the place.

[thebaileyshaw]

Oh No Mistletoe

Viscum album. Mistletoe. Magically blooming right above her. And also someone right in front of her. 

Bailey was socially inept but she wasn’t stupid; even if she thought the tradition was stupid, she knew what it was. Kissing someone just because you happened to step under a plant at the same time, though? That seemed crazier than anything she’d ever done, despite how people loved to point out her “oddities.”

“Do you think anything will happen if we don’t kiss?” she asked her companion, still looking up at the mistletoe and debating just walking away. This could be interesting data for her new experiment, though…

[burbagexcharity]

Going to Hogwarts on a brief time trip made her see how much she would like to teach at school one day. Or maybe be a better inspector than Filch. That man gave her the creeps. As she drove through the spaces, she met a young woman she remembered somewhere standing beneath... a mistletoe. "Oh. Fuck." It was the only thing Charity could say as she approached her and found herself in the same position as her. "This fucking situation is not happening, do you understand me?" However, the other's question was indeed something very childish but literal of the problem. And if nothing went wrong. "I always went under without kissing anyone, and nothing happened to me." And that's why you're single, CHARITY. But this part she would never tell the other. She smiled and continued, trying to get rid of the idea and the feeling that she needed to go with the horrible tradition. "We are modern, and this kind of tradition never affects us. And besides, no one who kissed beneath a mistletoe survived in relationships." It was better to lie than to bring up her frustrated feelings.

[burbagexcharity]

delilahxcarrow‌:

Delilah forced a smile onto her lips as Charity gave her some advice that she had heard a million times already, from her realtors. “Oh, you are forgiven,” she said with a fake smile on her lips. “I’m not sure that that’s the issue. The house is beautiful and I have done plenty of work on the house. There’s nothing wrong with my house besides the fact that my husband owned it.” And there was nothing that she was going to be able to change about that. She lifted her drink to her lips and took a sip from it, forcing herself not to snap. “Your advice will be taken under advisement. But i’m not sure that any of that is going to change this situation.”

Delilah was right, and Charity might not have been happy with her opinion. No one was perfect right away with your ideas, right? Maybe she would rather stay away from those people who liked to think that supremacy was beautiful and good to everyone, but it was in situations like this that she was empathetic. "You're right." She nodded, turning to the side as her face turned slightly red. "I don't know how you feel about it or even how strong you can be to handle the situation, but I hope you can." She preferred to be honest, somehow trying to sympathize with the other. If Delilah would react kindly? It didn't really matter. Charity liked to be kind to everyone when possible. "No one deserves to stay in a place that doesn't feel welcome."

[the-last-moody]

It gives a lovely light; Charity & Moody

Moody wasn’t known for being calm or for taking time off. He was a burn the candle at both ends type of person, just like his parents before him. Still, it didn’t mean that he was always behind a desk. Pretending he wasn’t doing his job was important if only to keep appearances. People calmed down when he wasn’t on twenty-four seven. 

Although he wasn’t quite sure he wanted them calm. It was a struggle he was never sure he could resolve. People with no hope were panicky. They got themselves killed, and he didn’t need any more martyrs on his hands. 

So as he saw the other still at work, he sighed. Part of him wanted to mind his own business, but a stronger part told him that he had become a leader even if he had never intended it. 

“Come on.” He said nodding at the younger at the desk. “It’s getting late. Let me walk you home.”  It wasn’t that he didn’t think the other could handle herself, but there was a fear there. With the attacks that just happened he wouldn’t be shocked if more  individuals who had muggle parents were targeted especially.  

@burbagexcharity​

[burbagexcharity]

Charity well understood that the war had begun to escalate. She had been privileged to be able to keep herself hidden for her mother's sake and escape many Order missions as part of their intelligence. However, she didn't know how long she could live both worlds as one. Other muggleborns had chosen a path earlier than she, married and had a family of their own, protecting themself with it. She had none of that, preferring to live with her mother and taking care of her depression.

She was about to leave when, in front of her, Moody had appeared. Charity had always appreciated the man who offered her some security to return home. She never cared to go back by herself, but it usually was still daylight when this happened, but that day after sorting out some paperwork for a possible group of wizards in a Muggle neighborhood, it was later than usual. The woman would never confess to anyone, but even if she was defending equality, she also feared for her own life. The safe choice of work indicated this, even if, for some, it was only an excuse to take care of their mother. It was a way to protect themselves.

"Alastor." She smiled at the man as she carried her purse over her shoulder. "Thanks for the company. My mother will enjoy seeing you." Walking into the muggle world for many was a strange transition. However, for her, it was like a sacred opportunity to see how similar the worlds were. Both places were looking for safety, happiness, and equality. The lights went out with her exit and soon they were walking through the corridors of the Ministry. "How are you today? And thanks again. If you want, I have some cookies in my bag. One of the kids who came today to meet the Department gave it to me."

[delilahxcarrow]

“How is it that even in death, he manages to screw me over?” Delilah lamented as she sat at the bar, a look of frustration on her face. “According to my realtor, nobody wants to buy the house of a death eater–even a dead one,” she frowned. It was just another thing to tack on to her growing list of grudges against Amycus. Every time someone found out that he formally owned the house, they backed out at the last minute, and Delilah was starting to realize that she was going to be stuck with it forever. She took another glance at the person sitting beside her. “I’m sorry. You don’t want to hear about this.”

[burbagexcharity]

"Why haven't you tried to reverse the situation yet?" Charity asked without hesitation. "Please, forgive my sincerity." From time to time, people would do this to her and always have fun with the other's world. The other one looked pretty upset, but there was nothing to do. "If you want the house to sell, you may need to change some things inside. You know?" She took a deep breath, continuing. "Maybe a way of saying you're not the same as him." She looked at her carefully and drank some of his drink. "If you want to get rid of a backrest, you need to do better than you are doing."