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After her magic had been so easily stripped from her for what felt like hours, Charis was noticeably shaken up. She knew just how unforgiving her family could be when it came to blood traitors and squibs. The only people who would’ve come to her and sisters’ aid would’ve been their parents-- but with both Arcturus and Lysandra gone, she noticed just how alone they were. The three Black sisters were parentless with likely no one else to defend their place in the family if they’d been turned to squibs. Riddle would’ve surely seen her out of her position as advisor to the minister and as a knight all together. A few Knights chose to grab drinks at a pub in Knockturn Alley that night after a meeting, and Charis had remained quiet for most of the time. “What do you make of him?” Charis asked Florence about the man who had been present of the rally. “How do you think he does it?”

#[ c. florence ]

ofravennas

Even in her darkest, most twisted, revolting nightmare of days, Ravenna had never cursed so much. For a woman who’d spent her whole life watching her every word and choosing her phrases as carefully as humanly possible in order to keep her polite facade intact, she found a different kind of curse a lot more enticing. She’d never cared about other people’s using of them, though more often than not found them to be an indication that the other person had the range of expression of a child. Even in her darkest torments of others, or even when her plans didn’t go exactly how she’d expected, she’d never cursed. Until now. For someone who’d crafted the perfect character for the past twenty-eight years, she was too quick ( for her taste, even ) to let her mask fall off as soon as she recovered from the draining feeling of something being taken from her.

As soon as she was able to stand up properly, Ravenna clutched onto the first limb she saw; an arm belonging to– ah. She’d move on to some unluckier strangers later – not doubt the shiny, sharp dragger in her pocket would see more blood today than ever before. Hazel hues penetrated into the opposite set of eyes with a fury she’d only ever shown herself and her late victims. Her intense glare screamed I’m going for revenge and I’ll have their head to attest to my victory. “Mother– fucker,” she hissed through gritted teeth, nails nearly digging into the other’s arm. “Who was that?” I want to know whose name to add to my list.

charisblck

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Charis hardly rose to her own feet after feeling the the air was being taken from her lungs. She pushed through the crowd in attempt to find anyone who could give her an explanation as to what was happening to them. Her initial thought was this was some mudblood trick-- they wanted those with pure blood to feel knocked down a peg. However, Charis’ suspicion was proved wrong as halfbloods and muggle borns were left without their powers as well. She didn’t know who that man at the center of the stage had been, but she did know that he was now on the lists of several blood thirsty witches and wizards.

Passing through the crowd, Charis was interrupted in her search for the mystery man when she locked eyes with the Carrow. A smirk lifted at Charis’ lips, she knew that look. It was the same lustful look for blood she wore herself during the Global War. If their powers were gone, they could at least have fun in some more unconventional ways. “I haven’t even the faintest clue. But you and I Ravenna, we are to find him and we are to kill him with no mercy.” Charis spoke sharply to Ravenna. No one would take her powers as resume life as normal. No one got to best Charis Black and get away with it.

#[ c. ravenna ]

dorothymin·:

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Dorothy didn’t try to hide the distaste that flickered over her face at the sight of Charis Black and her many minions. A petty part of her wished she’d been paying attention as the other woman approached – perhaps she could have stuck a foot out, just to see perfect Charis stumble. As it were, Dorothy didn’t make any moves to get out of the other woman’s way. She simply glanced up at her, plastering on a sickly sweet smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Miss Black,” she replied, taking note of the woman’s eyeroll. She glanced around the woman, making a show of searching for someone she knew wouldn’t be there.

“The Minister couldn’t join us? Kind of you to run his errands for him,” Dorothy said, twirling her pen in between her fingers. She, of course, knew what it was like to work underneath an idiotic, underqualified man – but in Dorothy’s experience, the only way to dig underneath Charis’s skin was to remind her of her status as second-best. She was sure it bothered the Slytherin to no end to be Malfoy’s pretty assistant. “I guess you’re the next best thing.” The sight of Charis didn’t ease Dorothy’s nerves. Even if the woman was here on official business, Dorothy had a clear idea of where Charis stood on blood equality. She shifted in her seat, fake smile dropping from her face. “Suppose it’s a good sign you’re here, though. Maybe you’ll learn a thing or two.”

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“He’s got other duties to tend to-- as in assuring this little rally won’t bring the entire alley down in ruin.” Charis knew that Dorothy enjoyed getting under her skin. It was quite obvious that Charis had been made second best by Riddle, and she wasn’t one to hide her distaste for her current situation. Her and Malfoy bickered to no end, but at least they kept their professionalism. He listened to her when she insisted it mattered, and she let him think it was the same vice versa. Malfoy couldn’t be Minister forever, and Charis was ready to step up when the time would surely come.

Charis’ jaw clenched at each of Dorothy’s comments, not caring enough to conceal her facial expressions. “Such a shame they had to send out a second-rate reporter out to this event, you’d think it’d be of enough importance to be sending the best of the best.” Charis quipped with a suggestive smirk. “Muggles do not deserve to exist cohesively in our world, it’s in their better interest. We’d only make them feel far more inferior than they already do.” She shrugged innocently.

#[ c. dorothy ]

callidorablck

@charisblck

For once in her life, Callidora had no idea what was going on - a feeling that always made her skin crawl. Now she felt so strange she barely noticed. What’s happening to us? People were screaming, falling to the ground. She herself had only just kept to her feet. But none of that mattered to her - what did she care if half the people here died? More than half. She wouldn’t even notice. There was only one person here who truly mattered to her. “Charis! Charis!” Callidora yelled out, fear transforming her usually coldly steady voice into something she barely recognised. The cluster of assistants with who Charis had been sitting were in her way. “Get away from her,” Callidora snarled, practically tripping over one to get to her sister. No matter, she would crawl to her if needed. “Are you alright?”

charisblck

After finally gaining her ability to breath back, Charis was weak and reduced to tears in the middle of a panicking crowd. She had checked in with Caspar, who was off to discover the meaning of this while she attempted to recover. Charis heard her sister yelling for her and stood immediately to embrace Callidora as soon as she saw her. Charis was not a vulnerable person, she was always on her guard. But this man who had seemingly come from nowhere had bested her. “We’ll be exiled-- we’ll be taken off the family tree.” Charis was panicking, “And neither father nor mother are here to defend us... we’ll be removed and we’ll mean nothing to them.” Charis’ voice was shaky as she spoke to her oldest sister.

#[ c. callidora ]

casparthecrouch

@charisblck

The idea of mixing Muggle and magical blood was repulsing, as Caspar looked around at all of the arena in disgust. He couldn’t fathom how so many of them were there in the name of ‘equality’ when, the truth was, none of them were. Whether it be by status, money, talent, blood…No one was equal. But he was here for the sake of his cause. And so, when the man of the hour finally made his appearance, Caspar sat up a little bit straighter - at attention, if you will. Who was the other side of this war that was brewing?

If anything was an indication that things were not as it seemed, it was that cat-like grin on the man’s face. Cheshire incarnate. It put Caspar on edge, taking in his surroundings a little bit more - identifying familiar faces of those he knew in the crowd. However, his attention soon returned to their host as he gestured and the doors slammed shut. Narrowing his eyes, a fire grew in them as the touted of magic was dirty. Immediately, Caspar stood, wand pointed threateningly, until…

“What - “ the draining of magic throughout the arena spread like wildfire. The dizziness hit him like a freight train, stumbling slightly, to the ground. Seeing their newfound enemy leaving them in a plume of smoke, trapped, Caspar pushed down the sick feeling bubbling in the pit of his stomach, “Coward.” he said through gritted teeth. However, only one person was on his mind, beginning to look through the mass of people desperately, “Charis!” he called, staggering as he got up, “Charis!” Instinctually, he pointed his wand into the air, attempting to cast a spell, “Periculum!” to no avail, “Charis!” Caspar yelled for the one he loved in agony, beginning to move through the sea of people - seeking her out.

charisblck

Charis was whispering something about the man that appeared onstage to one of her aides when the doors to the arena shut. She stood up immediately to point her wand at the man on the platform, a curse was on the tip of her tongue until it felt like something had crushed her wind pipe. Charis dropped her wand, watching it roll down the steps of the arena before clutching her throat and gasping for air. Her aides scrambled around her only for a moment until they went flailing around the arena in a panic with the rest of the crowd.

She heard Caspar’s voice and tried forcing out his name to call him, but he wouldn’t turn around. Charis swallowed past the lump in her throat before she began to drag herself along the floor to crawl to where Caspar was frantically calling out for her. Once she reached him, Charis pulled at the hem of his coat. And when he turned around to look at her, she pointed to her throat.

“I can’t-- I can’t--” Charis choked out. “Something is happening to me.” She felt better for a moment, but the panic that ensued from her magic draining only made it worse. She couldn’t be reduced to a squib. She’d bring shame to her entire family, and would be outcasted for sure. After everything she did to uphold their reputation as avengers of blood purity, she’d be sent away.

#[ c. caspar ]

dorothymin·:

Dorothy had set her alarm as early as she could bear Monday morning. She’d already taken the day off work – no Quidditch news is going to come in, Weston, you know as well as I – and had packed her bag the night before. The last thing she wanted was to be bogged down by unnecessaries. A notebook, a quill, her wand, a bag of floo powder, a granola bar, her press badge. When she dressed, she did so without any of her usual prints or patterns, opting instead for a sleek, all-black look. She didn’t want to draw any attention to herself. No more than necessary, at least.

She’d arrived at Diagon Alley about an hour before the event was set to start. She wasn’t the only one with the idea - there had been a few people milling about. Dorothy had tried to commit each face to memory, wondering if this witch or that wizard was the one responsible for organizing the event. The line had moved slowly, but eventually, Dorothy had been allowed inside. She’d placed her jacket and bag on the seat next to her, hoping to reserve it for a friendly face. She slid her wand out of her bag, resting it in her lap. She covered it with her notebook and her transfigured quill-turned-ballpoint. She took in a deep breath, trying to sooth her frayed nerves – but whatever peace she’d managed to create for herself quickly dissipated when a shadow loomed over her. She jumped, slightly, glancing up.

“Sorry. You startled me.”

Charis had an entourage of assistants following behind her as they made an attempt to claim enough seats. She had been sent by the Minister to assess who was making such a ruckus right under his nose all the sudden. Of course Charis couldn’t decline the offer, she’d been quite curious after spotting the fliers all over the city and wanted to see this for herself. Blood equality could never be achieved in her mind, especially not when muggles were as helpless as they were. Charis wouldn’t be forced down a peg because of the world’s weakest link.

Her group of assistants managed to find some seats, so Charis made her way through the rows to get back to them when she bumped into the legs of a particularly nosy reporter. “Miss Min.” Charis said bluntly. “I wonder why.” Her eyes rolled, it certainly wasn’t the first time anyone had been startled by a member of the Black Family. Especially Charis who was essentially a ticking time bomb after her mysterious disappearance following Grindelwald’s defeat.

#[ c. dorothy ]

casparthecrouch·:

circa. january 1964

Four years. Four years since the end of Grindlewald’s terror - as some wizardkind would call it. Four years since Charis and Caspar, so close to finally admitting their feelings for one another, were ripped apart and had to flee. All to protect their names and families. In truth, it had been agony for Caspar, missing his partner-in-crime every day of his travels across the world. However, after meeting Tom Riddle, there was hope for a cause once more. A reason to fight. And, surely, rumors of another master had spread to where the Black family was, deciding to follow this new leader. All the while, Caspar held onto a hope that he’d see her, along with their former comrades, once more.

Once back in London, Caspar grasped onto that hope - deciding to do some digging. Of course, the Black family wouldn’t stay in the city, keeping a safe distance. It was only through a bit of bribing some of the other Ministry members that he found out they were living in a cottage far enough to keep them safe, while also intertwined with society. He’d almost given up on his search when he saw a flying car, and continued on - finding the home where it was parked. Then, Caspar saw her. Charis. As beautiful as ever. With a grin, Caspar steadied his nerves and excitement as he walked over to the car he’d followed. However, there was a wand almost immediately at his neck.

“Did you ever doubt it?” Caspar almost chuckled breathlessly, his eyes scanning Charis over. It was her. Really her. After all this time, they finally found their way back to one another. Although, Caspar’s eyes trailed to the wand still at his throat. As it pressed against him, Caspar paid no mind to it - not as long as she was there with him. A soft sigh escaped his lips as a corner curved upwards. Slowly, a hand reached up, gently placing his fingertips along the wand, sliding down towards her hand. With a shrug, Caspar gave a vague answer, his thoughts focusing on the fact that Charis was finally standing there in front of him again, “I…suppose you could call it instinct.”

Charis had been lonely for the last four years. Of course she had her father, and on occasion Callidora and Cedrella would visit. It wasn’t like she hadn’t been used to it, during school she was always kept at arms length because of her family’s history. But then she met Caspar and her world changed, she finally felt like she mattered to somebody. Obviously she had mattered to Grindelwald in the way that she become so unhinged and so valuable so quickly. But she mattered to Caspar in a way where she knew that she had hurt him when she left. She had been carrying that pain with her for four very long years.

“You had me worried for a while.” Charis kept her eyes locked on his, trying to find anything that would give away the sick person who had used Caspar for their polyjuice potion. There was nothing as far as Charis could tell-- and she was unsure whether that meant she was rusty or that she had just missed him more than anything. Charis wanted to flee this confining cottage so many times over the years, but she knew she’d get found out. At least now with Tom Riddle’s offer to her and her father, she was protected.

Charis finally retracted her wand, dropping it in the trunk of the car alongside her suitcase before she wrapped her arms around Caspar for an embrace. “Instinct or luck? You often stumble upon the latter, Caspar Crouch.” Charis pulled back from him with a small smile on her face. She felt whole again. Not that she needed a man or anyone for that matter to make her feel complete, but Caspar was her person and she was his.

#[ c. caspar ]

circa. january 1964

@casparthecrouch

It’d been four years since the defeat of Grindelwald. Four years since Charis fled with her father to Berlin to escape going on trial for her crimes. Four years since she left Caspar abruptly, only telling him she’d find him again once it was safe. However, just weeks ago, her father urged her to return to London with him-- optimistic that they had a new master to serve. Charis was anxious to meet him, even though she knew he wouldn’t compare to Grindelwald and the power he gave her. As she began to pack her things, Charis could only hope Caspar had gotten word of this Tom Riddle and decided to be as curious as she was.

Once her suitcase was packed, Charis took her father’s and her own bags out to the flying car parked outside the cottage they’d been living in for the past four years. They didn’t dare to test staying in the city, fully aware that spies were likely still looking for them. As she packed their things into the trunk, Charis felt something looming over her in the dark. She quickly pulled her wand from her coat pocket as she turned, the tip of the wand stopping at a man’s throat.

“You found me.” Charis breathed out in relief that it had been him. At least she hoped that it really was him, because she could have very well been dreaming. “How did you find me?” Charis’ wand remained at his throat, wanting to embrace him but she knew better-- this could all be a trick.

#[ c. caspar ]#this got so long pls do not feel like you need to match length!

kisaageckos-deactivated20201017

Casey Deidreck x Phoebe Tonkin (for @savagebutfree and me)

@casparthecrouch

The High Note (2020)

@lsstrange

#[ ft. cassius ]#basically

delacoeurx·:

For Michel these days, everything was work, not that they could show it. For all intents and purposes, they were unemployed, except for the steady influx of cash that came from their surreptitious paychecks from the French Ministry of Magic—but no one could know about that. The French Auror Service was surprisingly secretive; they were prone to hiring spies in times of turmoil, and this was certainly shaping up to be just that.

But they couldn’t say that to anyone, and they thought about the secrecy as they smoked a cigarette, tucked into the corner of Knockturn Alley where it opened up into Diagon Alley, the perfect place to have a vantage point for both streets. Of course, they had to be careful not to get noticed doing his surveillance by any aurors who may be roaming the streets as security that day, but they were arrogant. They were sure it wouldn’t happen.

“I suppose I could be open to visitors.” Charis quipped as she blew out her own cloud of smoke, sitting down next to Michel where she sat almost every afternoon on her break. Being an advisor to Minister Malfoy was ever taxing, especially when he thought he knew better than she did at all times. But Charis knew if she did anything about it, Riddle would have her killed before she could even get the chance to beg for her life. She had to understand it was all a game, but it was one she didn’t have the patience for. Especially getting so close to world domination with Grindelwald.

Charis leaned back against the dirty brick and sighed, “The traffic coming into here is always pretty quiet. So this spot is nice-- well, that and the creepy men all decide to lurk on the other side of the alley.” She shrugged before inhaling more smoke from her cigarette. “Just don’t hangout here when it gets dark, they migrate over to this side.”

#[ c. michel ]

@ohlestrangex

Charis stepped out of Abraxas’ office with a small smirk on her face, but quickly shifting to a more concerned expression whenever anyone came by to offer their condolences and well wishes. While he was in a rush to get from one place to another, Abraxas managed to splinch himself just slightly. He was still in one piece, but by the sounds coming from his office it sounded like he’d lost his torso completely.

“It wasn’t my fault-- to everyone’s surprise.” Charis snickered when she saw Athena approach. “It’s not how I’d do it anyway.” She shrugged before taking a seat just outside the office door. To say she was bitter that Malfoy was placed as Minister over her was an understatement. Charis felt betrayed, and like her loyalty to Grindelwald had never event meant anything. She wished he was here, that Albus Dumbledore hadn’t gotten the best of him. Grindelwald knew the best people to put in charge and it would’ve been a Black, not a Malfoy.

#[ c. athena ]

@ofravennas

The Black Family was one of the most prestigious families of the Sacred Twenty-Eight, though they didn’t get where they were without a little bloodshed. Her father, Arcturus, had been guilty of it-- as had many of their ancestors before them. As a follower of Grindelwald and now Tom Riddle, Charis was only giving into her family’s destiny. They’d be wicked and vile forever as long as it meant they could uphold their status and power.

Other Sacred family members weren’t strangers to trying to get in with the Blacks. However when Charis’ father publicly voiced his support for Grindelwald in the years before he died, it put a target on the backs of his daughters. Most supporters did so in secret, and no one wanted to risk the outing of their secret by being seen with any of the Black daughters. Even other parts of Charis’ family shunned them in public so they wouldn’t get outsed themselves. So it was no shock that while in school, Ravenana Carrow had done the same thing. Charis was so lonely and when she thought Ravenna was a friend, she was never there to defer any bullies. They’d been adults for some time now, and Charis was working on putting those petty school games behind her.

“Abraxas got fairly splinched after a rushed Apparition.” She spoke as soon as she spotted Ravenna at her workplace. “You have a few minutes to stop his wailing?” Charis’ eyes rolled. She’d wished she’d been the one entrusted with the job of Minister, and was in fact shocked to be given second-in-command after her work for Grindelwald.

#[ c. ravenna ]#this got so long pls do not feel like you need to match length!

my new baddie!!! i’m already obsessed w/ her so here’s her bio! x

☆ ( PHOEBE TONKIN, CIS FEMALE, SHE/HER ) ☆ that over there would be ( CHARIS BLACK ), the ( 31 ) year old ( PUREBLOOD ) who ( DID ) fight during the global wizarding war. they attended ( HOGWARTS ) and are a ( SLYTHERIN ) alum. which is fitting considering they are ( COY ), yet (CONNIVING ). they are a ( KNIGHT OF WALPURGIS ) and also work as an ( ADVISOR TO THE MINISTER ). every time i see them, it’s like ( HEART OF GLASS BY BLONDIE ) is playing in my head. ( a war torn past, heels clicking against the ministry tiles, & smudged deep red lipstick ). ☆ ( marlene, 21, she/her, & pst).

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