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Not What it Looks Like || Charlie & Malcolm

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It wasn’t until now that Malcolm realized how his shoulders carried tension and throughout the day had been waiting for time to settle for him to relax for his evening. He did not think he would need to await Diana’s return and felt obligated to converse with Charlie. This didn’t seem like a high problem to be caused anymore when she reached to refill his glass and he only brought it to his lips once more. There was no fault to someone who knew the right thing to be provided. At the time it was a drink in his hands and preferably small talk.

“Far worse. You are foolish if you think there are only three names on my list…I’m afraid most of the blood traitors save a select few as well as a friend of Diana’s…I do not think it is wise for anyone to be on that list-but, sooner or later they will be off of it,” Malcolm confesses through a slight blur of words. His lips curled in distaste at the thought of Laure slapping him once more. That woman did not have a mind for public normalcy behavior it seemed. “I did not mean because you are a girl. I meant because you are her cousin. Surely you know her better than most do,” Malcolm prompted, eyeing her over his glass as if challenging her to dispute that. “Diana loves attention and I love giving it to her.” Malcolm’s hand stilled at his shoulders at the comment and slid his gaze to hers politely. “Are you seriously offering to rub my back?” Malcolm’s small chuckle surprised him when it released from his lips but shrugged, swallowing down the short contents left before gesturing to himself. “I would love the pleasure of finding that out.”

Charlie was always stressed, which was one of the reasons she partied so heavily. She wished the weight of the world would simply disappear so that she could become young once again and enjoy life. But instead she worked for money, used the money to fucked up, and repeated the process over and over until it became the story of her life. Being under the influence helped her lighten up considerably, but never truly erased the pain. Another drink surely wouldn’t hurt anyone, though.

“Ahh well glad to hear that. At least I’m not in the top three most unbearable. I’ll drink to that,” she said with a smirk before pouring herself another glass. In the back of her mind, she knew she should cut herself off in this situation as to not anger Diana, but once she started, it was quite difficult to stop. “Maybe I know her better than most people, but I don’t think I truly understand the girl. Diana’s quite scatterbrained and it’s rather hard to keep up. There is always some new scoop that I happen to miss out on that seems to be important to everything else in her world.” Charlotte shrugged in resignation. To her surprise, Malcolm consented to the back rub, though she knew he wouldn’t be disappointed. The girl stood up and made her way over to him, standing behind him and placing her small hands on his shoulders. “Okay, but I swear my massages are life changing.”

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Not What it Looks Like || Charlie & Malcolm

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If Malcolm had to sit through another three meetings in the same afternoon, he swore he would become an alcoholic by the time he was twenty-five. Most of them were about finances at the bank, another being about meeting with Ministry officials about being a benefactor. He knew he still needed to reserve hours for pouring his attention over files of those purchasing from him. As well as spending hours over Diana, knowing that while he was having a busy and stressful day he needed to give her attention as well.

“No, I can think of three names that are unbearable to withstand. You don’t make the list, fortunately. And I would rather not think I would drink anything to someone I considered to be a terrible bartender.” Malcolm nudged his glass closer to her for her to refill, angling a brow at her for a moment. “She’s upset? She said she was upset when she left? What do you think she’s upset about?” Malcolm knew he was being persistent with his questions but they were due to him caring about Diana as well as interested if she had come across something and was upset towards him. Malcolm watched as she filled the glass with another set of contents, reaching forward and taking a longer sip than necessary. With an aggravated sigh, Malcolm set the now almost empty glass back on the counter and rubbed at the tense muscles in his shoulders.

The warmth of the drinks spread like fire throughout Charlie’s body, making her flush slightly. Another night, another drink seemed to be the motto, and though she was sure she could stop at any time, what was the use? Life seemed to be a never-ending circle of the same boring news and unfortunate events. One more drink never seemed to kill her, though she wouldn’t say the same thing for some of the hangovers she had experienced in her life. But the key to getting rid of those was of course... another drink.

“Well I’m pleased to announce hear that there could be worse options,” Charlie laughed, “I’m sure my shit list is longer than that anyway so props to ya.” She lifted her glass in a salute and then downed the drink before making a slight grimace at the flavor. “Oh Merlin, I don’t know if she’s actually upset. Just because I’m a girl doesn’t mean I want to get into all of those feelings. Especially Diana’s. But it’s entertaining to see how concerned you are for her. She loves that attention.” The elder cousin watched Malcolm rub out his shoulders. “You know, I’m pretty good at massages, they say,” she said with a crack of her knuckles.

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Not What it Looks Like || Charlie & Malcolm

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This wasn’t the first time he had been to the flat but he his eyes didn’t wander as they usually did. The day had proved to be ill on his shoulders and he slumped forward in the chair. Before coming over to the flat, Malcolm managed to make a visit to pick up another piece of jewelry for Diana and a bouquet of seasonal flowers he knew she would like. At least he had Diana to look forward to now which made the hours after his work more bearable.

The time for Diana to be back didn’t seem promising, knowing that if she were out shopping it could be hours before she returned. “Looks like you’ll be my sole company until her return,” Malcolm commented, raising a brow at the statement of Diana. “I am unsure what she would have to be frustrated at. Perhaps it was a play of the eye.” Mirroring her actions, Malcolm threw the contents to the back of his throat, grimacing at the bitter taste of the last sips. “Wasn’t making a jab at your bartending skills. Something stronger could be more appreciated however.”

This week had been hard on Charlie, not that it was particularly harder than any other week, but every week seemed to be hard on Charlie. Days seemed to blend together, day after day and night after night, one always coming right after another. Honestly, it was exhausting. She didn’t know how she used to go about days with such a light in her eyes. Being a former Gryffindor, everyday used to be a new challenge to tackle, but now there didn’t seem to be the same purpose that there was back when she was younger.

“Ahhh, you say that as if I’m the worst company in the world,” Charlie laughed, the warmth of the whiskey finally reaching her. She stood up and walked over to her personal bar once again. “Who knows what she has to be upset about.” The girl shrugged. “I don’t ever know what goes through Diana’s head and honestly, I can’t possibly imagine how fast it goes.” The girl ducked down and opened the lower cabinet underneath. “Something stronger, you say?” She winked and opened the bottle. “Here’s some exploding lemonade. It will rock your world.”

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Not What it Looks Like || Charlie & Malcolm

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Malcolm knew little about Charlie other than she was Diana’s cousin and flatmate. It was little information but enough for him to know not to say or do anything insipid that might invite a conversation or raised brow. Already he was going through purgatory to show Diana he had changed but the universe was plunging him through hell instead. Ever since Malcolm and Diana reconvened their affair, Malcolm hadn’t bought her a present until now. They had not even kissed and Malcolm desperately wanted to prove himself to her. The flat was at least of taste other than it being too small.

“Any idea of when she will return?” Malcolm queried, taking the glass and forced himself not to wince as he shot it back. Malcolm tapped his fingers against the counter at the answer and sighed deeply and impatiently. There was no mention of when she would be back and if she was out shopping Godric knows when she would return. “Cheers.” Malcolm considered his position and took another swallow of his drink. “Better a watered down drink than anything for a sour day.”

Though their flat was a bit small for Charlie’s taste, as she liked to free roam and the space was too little for her to truly get lost in her own mind. Maybe that was a good thing, however, because Charlie often spaced out and would lose herself in thought for a few days on end. For that exact reason, she forced herself out of the house every now and again for some fresh air and to get out of the headspace that brought her back to Kelly and that fateful afternoon. The White Wyvern kept her busy sometimes, but it often wasn’t enough to free her mind completely. When neither of those options worked, she turned to the bottle.

“Like I said, thirty minutes ago she said she wouldn’t be too long. My best guess is it will be another half hour to hour longer. She seemed to truly be on a mission this morning when she left.” Charlie let out a small, chesty laugh which was followed by a hiccup. “I swear this morning I saw steam coming out from behind her when she ran around our place getting ready.” With a tilt of her head, she downed the last of what was in her glass before wiping the edge of her lips with a small towel. “On Merlin, Greengrass, if you insult my drinks again, you’re going to feel my wrath. I take pride in my liquor as a bartender, you know.”

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Not What it Looks Like || Charlie & Malcolm

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The wildfire that had erupted from when he first saw Diana again to her birthday party was beginning to calm down. He knew he had to be careful with loose ends that Diana was more than likely to snoop out. There were honest words exchanged about how honest he would try to be and adapt to her questions, but there was so much she wanted expose that he knew would need to come in smaller doses. With Malcolm finishing his business work earlier than intended and with a gift for Diana tucked into the inside of his robes, he knocked on her door.

“I don’t think you can, but maybe Diana can,” Malcolm bit back, matching the bitter tone that was addressed to him. There had only been a few times he had been here since he found an equal footing with Diana. If it were up to him he would request her live with him or at the Macmillian estate but he bit his tongue. “Perhaps I should. Then you can use the money for something more needed. Maybe someone with a better attitude to answer the door for your guests?” Malcolm trailed behind her and into the flat more, glancing around and noting that Diana wasn’t even here yet.”As long as it doesn’t taste like piss.” Malcolm sunk into the stool by the bar, watching Charlie prepare the drink. “Whatever it is you’re having.”

Honestly, the younger cousin was always on this roller coaster of emotions when it came to Malcolm Greengrass. Charlie had absolutely heard about all of it, as Diana was not one to hold her tongue, but what information the girl actually retained was a different story. Not that she didn’t try... sometimes, but rather that Diana talked a mile a minute and it was pretty hard to keep up. And maybe sometimes she riled Diana up to take action, even when the older cousin wasn’t particularly sure what she was getting into. However, Charlotte knew something substantial had happened at the party, and that was probably the reason for the Greengrass’s visit. 

“Oh I didn’t really want to answer the door,” Charlie laughed as she grabbed another glass to pour Malcolm a drink. “But Diana took our house elf out with her to run some errands.” She held the glass out, offering it to him. “She said she’d be back soon, but that was like a half hour ago, so who really knows. Also, I would never serve a drink that tasted like piss. Just because my attitude is bad, doesn’t mean my taste in drinks is bad.” The girl smirked as she raised her glass.

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Not What it Looks Like || Charlie & Malcolm

Charlie was on her second drink of the night, a usual occurrence of a weeknight, chilling in her and Diana’s living room when the door bell rang. She rolled her eyes and groaned before getting up and looking through the peephole. It was just Malcolm, a regular at their flat. The older cousin didn’t really understand the relationship between Diana and the Greengrass boy, but she tolerated him as he usually joined her for a drink and conversation.

Her hand reached the knob and she opened the door with her hip popped out. “Can I help you, Malcolm?” Charlotte asked, her eyes rolling. “I can’t believe you haven’t actually started helping us pay rent since you’re here so god damn often.” She stepped back and gestured in towards the apartment inviting him in. “Can I get you a drink?” the girl asked, making her way towards the mini bar in the corner of their living area. She popped the lid off a firewhiskey and poured it into her glass before sipping on it.

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Diana was floating around from guest to guest at her party, making sure that everything was in order and exactly how she wanted it to be. The caterers Liliana had recommended to her delivered on time and to her satisfaction the food looked and tasted amazing, but the same thing could not be said for all of the waiters. Most of them did the job well enough, but an event of this scale needed a lot of trained staff and some of them simply weren’t fast enough so she made a mental note to complain about that tomorrow. What she was pleased with was Malcolm’s behavior this night, she was testing him and she wasn’t sure if he knew, but so far he was doing well. So all in all, tonight was going good for her. Except the fact that some people looked rather upset, she assumed about the death in the paper, but she did not spend much time thinking about that woman. She didn’t know her, it wasn’t her problem.

With her champagne flute in hand she made her way over to another guest, polite smile on her face. “Welcome. Thank you for coming.”

The party was in full swing, people gathered all around chatting and catching up with each other. There was a small somber sense that floated around in the air, but Charlie did her best to ignore it as she grabbed another drink from a floating tray of drinks. Diana had, of course, gone above and beyond to make this party a talk of the century. (Char expected nothing less.) A classic socialite, Di seemed to thrive in situations like this, while Char threw her head back and downed an entire flute of champagne in one gulp. The floating tray made it’s way back around, Char placing her empty glass on the platter, before grabbing her fourth drink of the night.

The older cousin heard the familiar voice behind her, causing her to turn around and roll her eyes before plastering a smile on her face. “Diana!” She let out a short hiccup. “Why you’re absolutely welcome that I came to bless your party. I mean, it wouldn’t be a party without me, of course.”

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The Taste || Charlie & Diana

Of course Charlie had let Diana drag her around to get ready for this party. The older girl didn’t really have anything to do in the meantime, and Diana was offering to give her free food at the tastings, so there could be worse ways to spend the time. And at least she was going to get absolutely plastered at the party. Diana did know how to throw a party. It was all the money she put into it. And time. And effort.

Way too much work for Charlotte’s taste, but the parties were of easy access to her, so all she had to do was follow Diana around to every little place and nod and give opinions on which white was best, eggshell, bone, or alabastor. It gave Charlie a slight headache, but the end was almost here. On Diana’s birthday, they were both going to have a blast. 

“So what kind of food are we tasting today?” Charlie asked, taking a sip of firewhiskey from a flask before tucking it away in her purse. “I’m ready to eat. But please dear Merlin don’t feed me snails like the last guys tried to.”

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“Stop being so rude, that is entirely unnecessary. I have been nothing but nice to you since I came back. I even offered to get you some better looking clothes.” Diana still didn’t hear how that could be taken in a negative way as she really did only want to help her cousin and that was the way she knew to do it. “A trip would be nice. This reconstruction stuff is already boring me. Can you believe they thought I would do actual manual labor?” She shuddered at the thought. 

“Di, what is wrong with my clothes?” Charlie squinted at the other girl, her lips curled into a smirk. “There is nothing wrong with my sense of style. I’m not some French harlot like you seem to be.” She raised her eyebrow and flipped a piece of hair over her shoulder. Diana was so damn dramatic. “Oh I don’t think anyone is expecting you to do anything during this whole shebang. They probably said ‘yes, let’s get everyone but Diana Macmillan’. I can hear it now.”

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“I can’t just go back! Mother would be heartbroken.” Diana gasped at the idea, shaking her head. Sure she missed Paris, a lot, but she also promised her parents that she would stay here and she wasn’t going to break her promise to them. She wasn’t surprised that Charlie didn’t understand, she was more used to common things than Diana was. “I was thinking more along the lines of a croissant or a macaron. And ten galleons isn’t bad if it’s good quality food.” 

Charlie let a small smile tug at the corners of her lips, but she rolled her eyes in response to the younger cousin. “Oh boo hoo. If it’s Paris you really want, shouldn’t you go for it?” She pursed her lips in thought. “Maybe we can take a trip after this dumb reconstruction stuff. Merlin knows I could use some rest and relaxation after dealing with you all the time.” Of course Di would correct her with something more French than what she had suggested. Charlie expected absolutely nothing less. Paris was just always on the brain of Diana MacMillan.

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“I know I’m supposed to donate money to rebuild the old shops, but can’t I donate to build new shops that are more useful to me?”

Diana was used to Paris standards and Diagon Alley sadly didn’t fulfil those. There were not nearly enough clothing stores or restaurants she deemed good enough for her taste. No one needed that many bookstores, or at least that’s what she thought. So why not replace the burned down shops with things she liked? Bring a little bit of France here and elevate the place as well as the people.

Charlie rolled her eyes at her cousin. Of course she would be classist against the shops around London. Not that Charlie particularly cared for the shops or the rebuilding, nothing really had any benefit to her, either. She was just tired of hearing Diana’s dumb mouth run on and on about Paris. There were no plans to donate money to the cause either, quite a laughable idea, honestly.

“Yeah, Di? Well if you miss Paris so much, why don’t you move back?” Charlie scoffed. “You know not everyone wants a coffee shop where scones are almost ten galleons.”

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The Leaky Cauldron wasn’t Malcolm’s favorite place to dwell in his free time, but it provided him with everything he needed: a questionable yet safe place to get have a drink and whatever frustrations and struggles unraveled in between. Already it was early in the week and yet he had been dealing with properties and businesses, of which he couldn’t refuse but he was a business man not real estate vendor. It wasn’t in his job description to reason and help mitigate the best buying options. Malcolm had grown irritable and stagnant throughout the day and at least a drink was something that left no room to disappoint him with. He threw the drink back in his mouth and lowered it down. What was the point in being responsible for doing business behind the curtains for people if they thought he was at their beckon call? Though he knew–logically, of course–that money was hard these days for some.

The list continued in his head when he felt a presence nearing him at the bar. “Seats taken,”  Malcolm drawled, giving the one who interrupted him a quick once over. When the person didn’t move he huffed an annoyed sigh and turned in his seat to face them. “I am obviously off the clock and will not talk about negotiations or money right now.”

When she wasn’t at The White Wyvern, Charlie often frequented other bars to run up her tab and get into some fun. The Leaky Cauldron was a little more mellow than her usual mood but occasionally would get rockin’, as long as she was there to start things up. But when she got there, The Leaky Cauldron seemed to already have several people there, the music blaring out onto the streets. What a perfect way to start the night. Upon entering, Charlie headed towards the bar, hoping to get a drink since she was far too sober for her liking. It was packed, but it didn’t faze her as she simply brushed her hair over her shoulder and prepared for the dive. Being small definitely had it’s advantages, and though sometimes it smelled from the overhead armpit stench, but she could usually pop right up at the bar front, where she liked to be.

Her dark eyes quickly found a seat and her little butt plopped down before someone could approach her about it. To Charlie’s inconvenience, someone did approach her about the seat, and she would have stayed bothered if he hadn’t been so cute. “I’m sorry, dear, I didn’t know it was your seat. But we can always share if you’d like,” She flashed a coy smile at the other man, who seemed irritated about some work thing. “The name’s Charlie,” she stuck her hand out and leaned in towards him, “How can we negotiate for me taking your seat?”

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Mafalda didn’t often frequent The White Wyvern. It was out of the way, and it was in Knockturn Alley, a place that most considered a derelict area that they’d rather avoid. But recently Mafalda had grown indifferent to the opinions of others, and besides, she needed a drink. The pub itself left a lot to be desired but by the looks of the menu, the drinks are cheap, so it seemed like the perfect place to spend at least a part of her night.

“I was going to just get a Firewhiskey, but you’ve intrigued me. What exactly is the tongue-tying lemon squash?”

People generally thought that her little pub was often creepy, and though they weren’t particularly wrong, a job was a job. Plus, Charlotte’s boss was super lenient and she often had several drinks on the job, free to get a little drunk... every night that she worked. And if she snuck one or two more drinks than he knew about, so be it. She damn well deserved it.

“The tongue-tying lemon squash is our special tonight at only three galleons a shot. It’s pretty sour, giving you that tongue tying effect, but smoothest alcohol ever,” Charlie said, raising her eyebrow.

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Tattoo Talk | Macmillan & Cayne

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Time: 14:30 Location: Markus Scarrs Indelible Tattoos @charlottemacmillan​

There was always a small bit of nerves that ran though Nano before meeting a new client for a tattoo, the fact he didn’t know what they wanted, sketching the art for it. It was all very nerve raking but this client was an old one. Someone he’d known for a while, he’d even given her her Death Eater tattoo; which was the benefit of him working here, and how he knew most if not all the Death Eaters. He gave lots of tattoos.

The door to the tattoo parlor opened and a small bell rang, Nano has his feet up on his drawing desk sketching away till Charlie showed up. “Well, hello you.” He smiled as he looked up to see her. He pulled off his hood and let his black hair fall in all kinds of ways, he didn’t style it today as today Charlie was his only session booked. “How are you?”

Getting a tattoo was an addictive experience. There was something about the pain that brought her back time and time again. Did that make her a masochist? Probably. But physical pain brought her more to life than the mind-numbing emotional pain, so she sought it out when she could. Charlie trusted her friend Nano to do this new tattoo, since he had done her dark mark when she joined the Death Eaters. Hopefully this new design was just as good.

Upon entering the shop, a little bell rang and Charlie smiled seeing the man. “How are you, babe?” Charlie purred, shedding her coat and wingardium leviosa’ed it over to the coat rack. “I’m doin’ alright. Better now that I’m adding a new piece to the canvas. How’s that rose looking?” She had commissioned him to create a dark rose sleeve to outline her dark mark on her left forearm.