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@cassius--avery
“Yeah, yeah, I hear you, alright?” he muttered, stalking towards the door of Borgin and Burke’s. Rolling his eyes, he unlatched the door, opening it to allow the other person entry. “You know she’s not open yet,” he said, raising an eyebrow. Ilona was very particular about the shop’s hours and the last thing Cass needed was an irritated Ilona this early in the morning. “Do you need something, or were you just planning to stand there and stare at me?”
lxrd-lucius:
His eyes lit up. As much as Lucius enjoyed goading the drunks, there was a chance one became bold enough to strike him. Feeling infinitely more smug with the addition of the muscle-bound Avery, Lucius sprung upwards, saying quickly, “Of course, of course.” He placed a hand on the other man’s shoulder, leading him along. He dropped his voice, “Robbed him of twenty galleons,” Lucius snickered. “Drinks on him.”
Cassius shook his head with a low chuckle. For such a high-society man, Lucius sure did enjoy stirring up the muck himself; Cassius could give him that. “Excellent,” he replied, clapping his hands together. "He looked pretty unimportant,” Cassius said, jerking his thumb back in the direction of the man they’d left who continued to stare after them. “I’m almost surprised you wasted your time on him,” Cass continued, smirking, “but I’m not gonna complain about you taking advantage of his being a dumb fuck.”
ilona-burke:
She had to admit, for someone who, for the most part, couldn’t stand parties like this, seeing Cassius enjoying himself so much made her decision to come along with him a little less painful. If he was happy, then she was happy, plus given the amount of times she had dragged him along to this event or the next, it was only fair that he was able to do the same in return.
“For a start, you know I only ever drag you to those when there is a very good reason.” She pointed out before a rare, but genuine smile crept across her features. Even if he was intending on winding her up, his good humour was infectious. “But seeing you off playing the perfect party guest has me plenty amused. It’s quite the picture actually, makes me wish that you could see yourself through my eyes.” She chuckled.
"Mm, I know. Like when I need a good poisoning, hmm?” he teased, still grinning at his companion. Any other time, she might have been highly irritated with him for his continued teasing, but the smile on her face told him that for now, at least, he was in the clear, and damn if he wasn’t happy to see that smile. “If that’s the case, then you ought to see yourself through mine sometime.”
He laughed, shaking his head as he took another drag from his cigarette. “It’s Quidditch,” he said again, shrugging. Another drag, another chuckle, and Cass let his gaze fall on the hullabaloo for another moment before his eyes came back to her, as they always did. “How have things been in your little corner, here, ‘Lo? Have you successfully avoided the hoi polloi, or did they come to you instead?” Lifting his hand, his fingers moved to the ring she wore around her neck, playing with it idly for a moment before he spoke again. “Brutus is here. I saw him in the crowd, but managed to avoid him for just a little longer. We’ll have to give him an answer about that party.”
Ilona Burke and Cassius Avery - Aesthetic
@ilona-burke
Some day they’ll go down together; And they’ll bury them side by side.
Bonnie Parker, “The End of the Line” (via cassius-avery)
Touch what is mine and I won’t even try to make your death look like an accident (◕‿◕✿)
nvrcissa-mvlfoy:
WHEN: July, 1978 WHERE: Puddletown, Dorset EVENT: Puddlemere United’s Victory Celebration Party
The celebration was as many of the Ministry events were, the hum of excited chatter only just masked over by the sound of music that was appropriate for the occasion. There was plenty to do and see, and of course, everyone had turned out to celebrate Puddlemere once again taking home the trophy.
She had never been a huge fan of Quidditch, but Narcissa could appreciate the competition of it all, and beyond that she also knew the power of keeping up appearances. Gathering herself a drink from a nearby table, she turned to observe those around her, only to find another now at her side.
“They’ve put on quite the celebration, don’t you think?”
It wasn’t hard to spot Narcissa, easily Cassius’ favorite of all the Black family, especially given that she was alone, for once. Popping up quietly at her side when she wasn’t paying attention was easy, and something he did whenever he got the chance; Lucius had been an acquired taste, but Narcissa had long been company that Cassius enjoyed. He gave her a cheeky grin as she spoke, dismissing her greeting with a shake of his head.
“There’s no need to play pretend with me,” he said, easily. “It’s absolutely ridiculous to throw a party like this for anything less than the World Cup, and we all know it, even if it is better than the stuffy pageants the Ministry usually puts on.” He chuckled, grabbing a drink for himself from the same table, and raising it to her, “But I’ll be damned if it wasn’t a great match.” Sliding a hand into his pocket, an easy half-smile made it’s way onto his face. “I haven’t seen much of you lately. Is it too much to hope that you’ve been out causing trouble, instead of behaving yourself?”
Puddlemere United’s Victory Party (1978)
mors-severi:
LOCATION: Puddletown, Dorset
Severus sat down on the ground a ways away from the edge of the crowd. He’d finally found a small place where he could start to breath again, and he thought that he would rather stay there the whole night and wait for everyone else to leave than to have to wade his way through the throng again. As he sat there trying to muster the will to see this party through to the end, a couple of people passed him and accidentally dropped something on his foot without realizing it. With a sigh, Severus grabbed the object and said, “Hey, this is yours.”
Though Cassius was in a good mood, some things couldn’t really be helped. He was still the same person he always was, and it was inevitable that he would be drawn outdoors and away from everyone else, just for the sake of a few moments’ peace. He spotted a few people here and there, and for the most part, ignored them, until he came upon Severus, a younger Death Eater he recognized, but didn’t really know. As he moved, he drew his pack out of his pocket, lighting one cigarette, and dropping another at Snape’s feet before coming to a stop a few short steps away from the younger boy. “Nah,” he said. “ ‘S for you. You look like you could use it,” he said, shrugging. “So what’s your damage? Parties not your thing?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
amycuscarr:
july 1978, puddletown, dorset. puddlemere united’s victory celebration party.
The Quidditch victory celebrations were inescapable, raucous in the familiar cobbled streets of London but contained to a quietly dignified cheer in the home counties. The Ministry mandated event was one such example: Amycus betrayed none of his excitement, aside from the slight slip of a smile here and there. He was left to drift through the masses with careful awareness of every incidental brush of his formal dress robes against someone else’s. (In such mixed company it would be difficult for him not to notice those moments, the averted eye contact afterwards.)
Amycus, however, was vibrating with barely-concealed energy, an anxious jolt through his entire body as he compulsively loosened and re-tightened the silver cuffs on his robes. He was torn between the self-conscious nausea that kept him upright and the sudden, burning desire for chaos—to shout to the room at large that he was going to FUCKING DIE IF SOMETHING DIDN’T HAPPEN HERE TONIGHT. His dark stare didn’t leave the reflection in his cuff links. He made long, careless strides through the venue, absently mouthing to himself as he walked. When he crashed into another warm body, it barely registered for a minute—but when it did, he turned a blank look on the other person. ‘Excuse me.’
The party was chaos, simply put, but for once, Cassius did not mind. He had been the one to convince Ilona it would be fun, and he had been the one to scamper off almost immediately upon arrival, merging seamlessly into the crowds of partiers and celebrants. He was the one sharing laughs and jokes at Kenmare’s expense, and he was the one letting loose for just a little while. The party had him in high spirits for once, and he’d already been jostled around plenty- but not once had Cassius reached for his wand or punched anyone. Ilona would be so proud. Eventually, the ruckus began to wear on him a bit, and, unwilling to spoil his good mood, Cassius lit a cigarette and weaved his way back through the crowd to the lesser populated areas, only to walk straight into another person.
"By all means,” he said, shrugging, and gesturing for Amycus to take his leave if he wished- and he certainly looked as though he wanted to. Cassius had no intention of apologizing for the crash, but as he turned to leave the younger fellow, he paused. The face was familiar; Amycus Carrow wasn’t quite young enough for Cassius not to know, but he was certainly young enough that Cassius hardly remembered much of him from Hogwarts. “Carrow, right?” he asked, head tilted slightly as he took a drag, trying to connect the face he was seeing now to the 12 year old whose face he remembered. “I can’t remember the last time I saw you without your sister.. Usually attached at the hip, the pair of you.” He nodded to himself as he took another drag, realizing he wasn’t really looking for an answer. “Unless you’re really excited about Puddlemere, which I doubt, or you really want to punch someone, in which case I wouldn’t blame you, I wouldn’t go through that mob,” he said, cocking his head in the direction he’d just come.
Ask me things.
Harry Potter: Tell us about a scar on your body
Hermione Granger: What is your favorite book, how many times have you read it, and why do you love it?
Ron Weasley: Something you're afraid of?
Luna Lovegood: One thing that makes you different from everyone else.h
Fred Weasley: Can you do any magic tricks? What is the best one you can do? If you can't do any, what's the best one you've seen?
George Weasley: What is the best prank you've ever played on someone?
Neville Longbottom: Tell us an embarrassing story.
Narcissa Malfoy: Do you have a good relationship with your family? Who are you closest to?
Voldemort: If you were to create a Horcrux(s), what would it be and why?
Bellatrix Lestrange: Have you ever loved someone who could never love you back?
Ginny Weasley: Have you ever been in love with an unexpected person?
Hedwig: If you went to Hogwarts, what kind of pet would you bring? (ex: cat, owl, rat, frog)
Draco Malfoy: Is it better to be feared or to be loved?
Rubeus Hagrid: What is your favorite mystical creature?
Dolores Umbridge: Make a list of rules that your family (or whoever you choose) would have to follow if you made the rules.
Lucius Malfoy: What is your most prized possession?
Molly Weasley: What is the proudest moment of your life?
Dobby: Who are you most loyal to?
Sirius Black: Have you ever been accused of doing something you didn't do?
Argus Filch: What's the worst job you've ever had?
Dudley Dursley: How many presents do you usually receive on your birthday?
Peter Pettigrew: Are you a leader or a follower?
Cedric Diggory: Have you ever had a near death experience?
Albus Dumbledore: What is the greatest obstacle you have ever overcome in your life?
Minerva McGonagall: What is your favorite spell?
Severus Snape: Are you a trustworthy person?
Remus Lupin: If you transform into any one animal or creature, which one would it be?
Uncle Vernon: What is your favorite day of the week?
Mad Eye Moody: Who is the bravest person you know?
Arthur Weasley: What do you think is the best "muggle" invention?
Professor Sprout: What is your favourite class that is offered at Hogwarts?
Nymphadora Tonks: If you could change one thing about your appearance what would it be?
Moaning Myrtle: What is something that always makes you cry?
James Potter: Would you risk your life to save someone you truly love?
Lily Potter: What color eyes do you have?
Professor Trelawney: Have you ever dreamt something was going to happen and then it happened?
Mr. Ollivander: What would your wand look like?
Lavender Brown: Who is the last person who texted and have you ever had a crush on them?
Cho Chang: If you were on the Quidditch team, what position would you play?
Aunt Petunia: What is your favorite flower?
lxrd-lucius:
July 1978 // Puddletown, Dorset // Puddlemere United’s Victory Party.
There was something so incredulously fun about dealing with drunken people. He liked being able to manipulate them into doing something for him - usually something as silly as impersonating a chicken - but he also liked to fish for information. Subtle bullying was, perhaps, his favourite pastime. So Lucius drew his mouth back, bright white stakes contrasting against his lips, and leaned forward.
“Please,” he drawled, “tell me more.”
“I see you’re enjoying yourself, Lucius,” Cassius said easily, barely containing his laugh (and not containing his smirk) as he approached the fellow blond. Though he wouldn’t often admit it, Cass was usually amused by Lucius and his antics, and he shouldn’t have been (and wasn’t) surprised to see them in action now. “If you’re finished with.... whatever this is,” he began, gesturing towards the poor bastard who’d become the butt of the joke, “I came to see if you wanted to get a drink.”
WHEN: July, 1978 WHERE: Puddletown, Dorset EVENT: Puddlemere United’s Victory Celebration Party
Quidditch had never been something that Ilona was particularly fond of, and she was sure that there were plenty better things she could be doing with her evening, but there was always one person who would convince her that anything was a good idea, and convincing her, he did.
Never one to be at the centre of the chit chat, dancing and people making a show of themselves, she kept herself to the outskirts of where the festivities were happening. From there she could observe those around her with ease, collecting any tit-bits of information that could come in handy in the future.
With a drink in one hand, and a cigarette in the other, Ilona smiled politely as another approached her. “Had enough of all that palava have you?”
For once, Cassius had been he one who wanted to attend something, and he was sure Ilona was just as surprised as he was. All the same, Cassius was only a man, and this man, well, he loved his sport. He’d wandered off pretty quickly upon their arrival, mingling good-naturedly (for once) with the other Quidditch enthusiasts, but now Cassius wound his way back through the crowd to the edges of the room, knowing that would be where to find her.
“Maybe I just missed you, he replied, smirking as he bent and dropped a kiss on her cheek. Never was Cassius much for affection, and certainly not in public, but if ever there was an exception, it was Ilona, and beyond that, he happened to be in high spirits. “I was actually enjoying the palava,” he answered, a bright grin on his face “and yes, you can quote me on that.” Producing his own pack of cigarettes from his pocket, he lit one, and a few drags later, turned the beaming smile on his favorite person once more. “It’s quidditch, ‘Lo! At least it’s not some stuffy, boring as all hell party like you usually drag me to. This one’s actually kind of fun. You’re telling me you’re not enjoying this at all?” he continued, fully intent on teasing her a little further. “Not even a little? I’m mingling of my own free will, and I haven’t hurt anyone. Are you not amused?”
Motherfucker got fucked up ‘cause he got in the way..
Brutus and Cassius Avery “Like father, like son…”
Brutus: Iain Glen Cassius: Charlie Hunnam
