Clarice Faribault

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georginefxribault​:

location: outdoor seating, florean’s ice cream parlor

“If you are going to stare at me, you could at least buy me a treat of some kind,” Georgine said, not turning her eyes from the Daily Prophet that she had propped up in front of her. She had sensed their eyes on her for several moments now – not that she was surprised. She was easily the most beautiful creature around, perhaps for miles. “Or if you have something to say, you can do your best to spit out. Though you should be warned I have very little patience for stupidity.” She turned a page of the paper and propped her chin against her hand, still not removing her gaze from the printed page and shifting pictures. 

“ Well your personality certainly hasn’t improved. “ Clarice responded, tone not reflecting even a hint of kindness; and why would it for someone who she felt completely betrayed by? Perhaps though, she had been staring, but not like most would be. Instead she simply had caught herself in a moment of shock, not expecting to see her sister on her stroll through Diagon Alley. “ Not that I am at all surprised. “

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henrygriffis​:

Where: The Ministry Who: @claricefaribault​

Henry had been at the Ministry helping Clarice for the last few hours and was gradually getting more and more restless. Especially because he felt like he was just sat there nothing for most it, whilst she looked through all the different files she had on her desk. He probably could’ve found an excuse to leave but he didn’t want to. He just wanted to make this whole thing more interesting. He got up from the chair he was sitting on near the end of her desk and walked round until he was opposite her. He leaned on the desk, purposely blocking her view of the piece of paper she had been reading. “Do you not need a break yet, because I need a break” a teasing smile already appearing on his face “and I think you should treat me to lunch for all my hard work today”

A pause. Silence fell from her as she remained in the same position she had been while reading, lips pressing together out of minor annoyance as her companion blocked her view. Clarice sighed, sitting back, hand moving to run her fingers through her hair as her gaze met with Henry’s. “ I suppose a break would be nice, but shouldn’t it be the gentleman treating the lady? “ She joked, a soft, yet small smile breaking her otherwise stoic expression. “ Where do you have in mind ? “

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jamspctter​:

“Take your time,” James looked away to give her privacy and waited till she left the room before he had even thought of getting up and getting dressed. He threw on the rest of his clothes and found himself the nearest mirror attempting to piece together what his hair had decided to do, and chose to give up as soon as he noticed it wouldn’t go back to it’s normal look. James huffed and sat back down waiting for Clarice to come back with the coffees. 

Clarice did just that, taking her time and tinkering about as she prepared the two cups of coffee. It allowed her time to process what she had done, how she had strayed from her norm and taken a man home from the ball; definitely an act she hadn’t gone to the event with the intention of.  She stirred the cups slowly after adding both sugar and a hint of cream, hesitating a brief moment longer before carrying them back to her room with a false smile playing at the corners of her lips. “ I hope you like cream and sugar, you seemed the type so I just took a guess and went with it. “

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jamspctter​:

James relaxed only slightly when she answered, and she wasn’t awoken by him. He also took note of her frown and what felt like the disappointment in her voice. “No – no, I do remember I just don’t do this often or at all, so I’m not used to this situation. It was good – I promise,” he motioned around her room with an awkward laugh hoping it was normal or not strange to comment on the night like that. James leaned forward and grabbed his undershirt from the floor throwing it on. “I would really love a coffee, thank you so much. I feel it rude to just leave you like that,” he gave her a soft smile. He couldn’t help himself, James found himself in the bed of a woman he’d just met last night. There was no way he wouldn’t be a gentlemen. “I can’t stay too long, I have to go home and get ready for work but – I can spare a coffee.”

Clarice offered what only could be considered a friendly smile, her lips curling up gently, and genuine. She relaxed as he spoke, moving carefully to wrap the blanket around her before getting up from the bed. “ I’ll be only a moment then, make yourself comfortable and I’ll be right back with two cups. “ She slipped over to the door to retrieve her dressing gown before dropping the blanket from her body, standing momentarily naked in the room before wrapping the lighter piece of fabric around her figure. 

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jamspctter​:

Who: @claricefaribault​ Where: Her Flat

James felt the soft light of the sun hit his eyes and instantly he felt the headache of a hangover come over him. Groaning he reached to his usual spot to grab his glasses only to realize this was not his place. Quickly, James found himself bolting up rubbing his eyes. “Oh um – “ He looked over to Clarice quickly finding his face flushed. “Did we –?” James quickly realized she might be asleep. What was the common etiquette with these things? Leaving without anything felt too rude to James. But staying also seemed awkward. 

Clarice had been awake for awhile now, quietly lost in her thoughts as she refrained from moving in an attempt to not wake the sleeping man beside her; so naturally when he did move, and quite abruptly, it ended up startling her. Clarice almost mimicked James’ movements as she quickly sat up as well, being sure to tug the blankets up around her naked form while doing so. Her eyes met with his without a moments hesitation, quietly lingering for a moment before she answered his earlier question. “ --- yes... do you really not remember? “ her lips pulled into a slight frown as the words left her, the idea of him having been too intoxicated to recall the night before not sitting well with her. “ if you’d like to leave, you may, or i could go prepare us some coffee --- ? “

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jamspctter​:

James noted the eyes and felt himself flush a bit, he had been told countless times people were checking him out – and he remembered the words Peter said before (you just aren’t using what you were born with) – but now it was hitting him. In this drunk stupor of a state in front of a woman who was definitely out of his league. “I am?” it came out more of a squeak, and it made him stand just a bit taller. “I um – I am also enjoying the view, you look really nice in that dress. Do you not have a date? If not then I am happy to give you company,” his eyebrows creased, his flirting was bad but he knew he had charisma to at least make up for it. “You sure you don’t have a date?” He didn’t know the answer to the first time he asked, but he wanted to be sure.

“ Thank you --- and no, no date. “ Clarice responded, amusement growing as their conversation began to persist. She couldn’t help but allow herself to smile now, proper and genuine. It was nice to let herself relax, to not care what the man before he thought of her or what the consequences may be if she allowed herself to take him home for the night --- or him, her. Another chuckle left her as the question repeated. “ I promise you, I am very much single. There is no one lurking around that is going to try to jump you for speaking with me, or... “ She stopped there, words slowly drifting off; it was meant to be in a playful manner, but she had been out of the scene for awhile and wasn’t too sure if it would come across as she hoped.

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jamspctter​:

James realized soon enough that he had absolutely no idea what he was doing. He had seen Sirius and Peter flirt before and manage to snatch someone, but in his case it was something that never came to him naturally like them. Especially when there was only one person in his mind – but she was beautiful. The alcohol making him just a bit more loose tongued in both thoughts and words. “James Potter, Clarice?” He let the name dance around his mouth trying to put a face to it. “I have yes – is it that noticeable?” James furrowed his brows. “You have really nice eyes.” It came out matter of fact, he meant it more like she was very good at being detail oriented. “That wasn’t – whatever.”

It was amusing at the very least. The way he spoke, and the slight slurs that wrapped around his words. It earned a tug at her lips, even a soft chuckle passing them by as she both listened and watched the younger wizard; quietly realizing she had come to miss being so carefree herself. “ No --- you are doing just fine. “ Clarice responded quietly, eyes moving over James’ full figure, slowly and purposefully, before stopping to meet with his own. “ I’ll admit, they are enjoying the view. My eyes that is. “

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henrygriffis​:

Closed for @claricefaribault​

Henry was a few drinks in when he finally ran in to Clarice. Luckily for him, years of practice made sure that his tolerance for alcohol was fairly high. He knew he had to be on guard around her, for both what he suspected she was, and the interest she had piqued in him. Still, he could appreciate her company and flirt with her, that was harmless. He just had to be wary. It was that simple. At least he hoped it would be. That red dress she was wearing certainly wasn’t helping anything.  He supposed he should thankful that she hadn’t been won over by his charm. In reality it only made him want to try harder. It really was very complicated. Too complicated. He didn’t need complicated. “My my, don’t you look like a queen” he smirked at her “do you have a crown or should I go find one for you?”

If there had been any pick up line out there that would have made her gag, that one would surely would have been well in the running. Although the compliment did manage to make the corners of her lips twitch up, a small but genuine smile appearing, she wouldn’t easily admit that such silly words could work on her but they did provide momentarily amusement. “ I haven’t brought one, so if you would like to fetch one for me I wouldn’t object. “ 

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jamspctter​:

Who: @claricefaribault​ Where: Crystal Pavilion 

James sat down across from the woman and smiled softly. He was a few drinks in and very confident. He was pained to see the fact that by the end of the night he wasn’t going to land a kiss with Lily so he tried to finally do what his friends did – go for someone else. Something that didn’t have nor could potentially have any strings attached. James pushed away the feeling of the same mistake he was making with his relationship with Marlene. “Hey there. I have never seen you around – who are you?”

Unfamiliar faces were both terrifying, and yet exciting for Clarice, so when the clearly intoxicated younger male took up residence across from her she wasn’t immediately sure how to feel. At first she remained quiet as she looked him over, allowing a moment to pass before managing a dull smile. “ Hello --- my name is Clarice, and you are? Clearly someone who has been enjoying the bar, yes? “

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edgar-bones​:

Edgar instantly felt bad. He wished he could do more. “I am really sorry. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?” He knew that he was clumsy but he didn’t think he’d be that clumsy. “I’m sure it’ll come out.” He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly. “I could buy you a drink to make up for it? I promise I won’t spill this one.” 

The man’s kindness managed to bring a small smile to Clarice’s face, although faint, it was there. Her face softened as he spoke, eyes meeting with his once more after she had dapped at the spill long enough. “ Nothing to worry about, a spell will surely take it out if it does end up staining. Although, I’m not opposed to having you by me a drink. “ It felt strange accepting the offer, but despite the guard she held up, she was eager to begin building new relationships in her life; even if they were only those of acquaintances or mild friendships. “ --- am I allowed to ask your name? “

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lxciuss​:

Lucius’ attention was too far caught on surveying the room for him to notice them approach him. In fact, their voice caught him quite by surprise. His eyes snapped shut and he inhaled quickly, jaw tense. “Merlin’s beard,” Luci uttered as he opened his eyes slowly and turned to look at them. “Did you wish to give me a heart attack?”

Clarice’s expression remained stoic, blank if you will. She tried to offer the man a small smile, but all that was achieved was a slight twitching of the corners of her lips. “ --- I apologize, I wasn’t trying to scare you. I was merely trying to ask if you had seen someone specific, but looking at the crowds now I guess that would be a bit silly to ask of anyone. “

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edgar-bones​:

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where: the crystal pavilion 

Edgar loved a good party. Whilst he found it difficult to keep up with the amount his younger self would drink, he had learnt that adult money could buy you adult drinks that one should savour instead of downing to get drunk. He held a fiery cocktail in hand whilst he slowly waltzed through the crowd to the music. He wasn’t looking for anyone specific yet somehow he felt like he was. Whilst sipping his drink, he stumbled on his own feet and fell slightly sideways, bumping into the person next to him. 

“Oh Merlin! I’m so sorry!” He exclaimed, offering them his handkerchief that was in his shirt pocket. “I hope that drink doesn’t stain. If so, I know a spell.” 

Clarice had been wandering aimlessly about the Crystal Pavilion since she arrived, only becoming involved in short conversations mostly filled with small talk before carrying on her way again. What she hadn’t expected, was to be bumped into during another lap around the crowd, a tiny yelp of surprise escaping her upon collision.  “ Oh no --- “ her face had already been quite sullen, not a hint of a smile in sight. She didn’t even look up at the man before examining her dress, her lips only managing to pull into a tired frown. “ I certainly hope it wont, but no harm done. “ her eyes finally met with his, her hand taking the offered handkerchief without another moments hesitation, quick to begin dabbing at the spot.

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Clarice Faribault attending the 1982 Yule Ball

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