Alicia Vikander for US Marie Claire April 2018 by Thomas Whiteside

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Alicia Vikander for US Marie Claire April 2018 by Thomas Whiteside
carrowly  //  RE: CARROW, ALECTO.:
i.  date,  april 1979. ii. location,  knockturn alley.
high risk ? how utterly laughable . crook had practically doubled over at the sight of her . knee presses into unforgiving concrete , jagged expanse digging into bone . fingers , pristine and clean , curl into collar of felonâs ragged coat . free hand administers cracking blows to already roughened visage , her knuckles are bloodied and RAW . red sputters from thin , cracked lips . she revels in the sight .  â we take law breaking very seriously . â she sneers viciously . corrupt is she , onslaught hidden behind position of authority . alecto rises from knelt position , aphotic gaze flickering to corner of alley where another had made themselves visible . imbrued hand brushes locks away from her face , staining side visage with a striking crimson .  â help  .. â felon sputters from ground , grisly appearance a telling sign of exactly what sheâs doing . with a horrifying calm , the heel of her boot meets his visage , the cracking of what she can only assume to be his nose echoes almost serenely . femme stalks forward nonchalantly , closing distance between her and the other . full stop , lips slowly upturn into a chilling smile .  â can i help you ? â
      to say she stopped by these corners would be a distortion -- whenever she had to stop by knockturn alley, her steps were quick and her steps with resolve, but there is times, once or twice, that she must come to a halt. today is one of these times -- the fault would be of the sounds, those too familiar for her just to ignore as she passes by; it was her job not to turn her back on those who needed, especially those who asked for help.
often, the rustle of her cloak would be enough for a crack to be heard next, as the perpetrator apparated not to be caught, but instead of a loud apparation, the snap heard is that of bone breaking. she winces, and her eyes find the other womanâs, then falling down to the man whose blood tainted the stones crimson.âno, you can not.â being impolite does not suit her -- elizabeth was one of kind words and courteous nature, who walked past otherâs ill manners, but she would not let herself be ran over or intimidated, even if by a woman who was clearly wicked. no, she tells herself, blinking as she kneels by the man, gripping her wand with one hand and touching upon his ribs, then his sinuses, with another. the nose was broken, obviously, and there were plenty of other damaged areas--and that was from a quick investigation only.
âhas he done something to you?â she questions, not pulling her eyes from the injured as she points her wand to fix his nose -- this was never something she would condone, but she always tried to seek out a reason, any reason to explain how could someone do something this vicious.
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RE: DOMITIUS ROSIER
WHEN: MARCH 1979, 2:25PM WHERE: THE GARDEN AT ROSIERâS HOME WITH: ELIZABETH ROSIER, @chosebravery
     CALM AND PEACE â RARE WERE the days those two are connected, as rare as it has been a day in which both him and elizabeth were home at such an hour. even so, there are no complains. how could there be any, when they knew they were marrying in the middle of a war? having and raising kids in such a stressful moment? it did not matter then, it barely matters now, however â not when their kids are laughing and having fun, and their youngest is struggling with her slow, first steps. of course itâs dangerous but⊠how could domitius not enjoy or regret this? these little things he had never once guessed he would have in life?
ânot there, ettie!â he is the first one to notice where the one-year-old is going, pushing himself up and going after her. even tiny, she still rushes her little legs, making domitius laugh softly at how she seems to try to run from him â but he is quick when she trips, hands coming under her arms and picking her up from the fall. âyour siblings already ruined the roses when they were your age, the story is not repeating itself,â he keeps saying, a soft smile on his lips as he looks at her. different from the twins, she is one that looks a lot like elizabeth, the chocolate brown hair and eyes, curious and kind.
domitius moves closer to his wife once again, both him and the baby in his arms staring down at her, attentive at how she takes care of the plants. the garden was her idea when they first moved, but far from the man to be against it. it was a lovely idea, one he knew to be worthy in many ways⊠and not just to grow their herbs for tea. the result is obvious now, of course. feeling as cosette struggles to get off his arms, he smiles and puts her down, watching as the baby walks up to her mother, little and chubby hands trying to reach for what the woman is taking. âwell, someone wants to help,â he comments with amusement, crouching down beside them.
      days in the sun are a rarity these days â either that be by the brewing chaos, by daily appointments or just by the well known awful english weather â so when there is an opportunity to enjoy a moment outside, one must learn how to take it. and today, there is the blessing of the skies, of war, and, more importantly, the twins â the pair finally enjoyed a nap post lunch, one that the youngest rosier child did not join, but at least cosette did not mind to explore on her own, without her siblings trailing and tugging after her.
instead, she had a father interrupting said exploring, and elizabeth's eyes rise from the buds to watch as the man picks up the baby; his words makes her press her lips together in order not to laugh at the scene â elizabeth did not enjoy comparison between the siblings, as each had their own time and own temperament, but it was inevitable for them to compare what was to be first time parents to a set of unruly twins to being more experient parents to a baby that was, the least to say, milder.
the mother becomes distracted with her tasks in the garden soon enough, eyes once more on the greens and browns and yellows â she had never been able to grow something before hogwarts, and to actually work on the dirt instead of piling up pots was only made reality after marrying. many who knew her as the gracious healer did not think she would be fond of this, of getting dirt on her elbows, on her palms, under her nails, but elizabeth simply adored. and it would be for the best to spoil her plants before she was to return to the merciless routine on st mungoâs.Â
( well, her plants and other darling ones ).
âmama,â the whining pulls the brunette from her thoughts; ettie was anxious herself, a little breathy as she reached out for the shovel in her motherâs hand. âthis?â elizabeth questions, raising the equipment, only for the little girl to whine again and stretch her arms as if to be held. âdid you miss me? you missed mama?â the brunette asks, making her voice a bit higher as she leans in to smooch cosetteâs nose. âiâm not going to touch you, baby. mama is dirty.â elizabeth makes a face, nose wrinkling and pout out as she tries to put her hands out of the babyâs reach, only for cosette to dip down and take a handful of dirt, promptly tossing it upwards before any of her parents could stop her. âdirty!â she excitedly says a new word, giggling and grabbing at her motherâs dress â it isn't enough to stop her from finally falling down though, face first on her mother's now stained dress.
"well, you can't say this has been done before." not on the dirt of their garden, at least, elizabeth thinks, glancing at her husband in solidarity.
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good morning / afternoon / evening, my children. my name is tea (or t, or anything you want; s/h pronouns) and i have been struggling with a flu for over a week now and things,,,have been difficult but i'm going to power through because i already adore this rp (the writers in here are no joke???) and i ought to present yall my daughter. i will babble a lil about her under the cut and if you want me to reach you out, like this post!!
 * âł â the dark lord has targeted [ ELIZABETH ROSIER NEE HEPBURN ] !  the muggles say she holds resemblance to [ ALICIA VIKANDER ]. the [ TWENTY EIGHT ] year old [ female ] was [ WARM & HELPFUL ] before the war, but have now become [ STUBBORN & SELF RIGHTEOUS ]. though they were once a part of [ GRYFFINDOR ], they have now taken up the position of a [ HEALER ]. whispers throughout the ministry claim that the [ MUGGLEBORN ] is actually [ AN ORDER MEMBER ], but i wouldnât report that to the daily prophet.
RE: ELIZABETH ROSIER. TIME STAMP: APRIL 1979. LOCATION: SCOTLAND.Â
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