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SEAN TRAVERS 30 ○ DEATH EATER ○ IRELAND ASSISTANT HERBOLOGY PROF

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The Pianist. || Darcy (Pre-Letters)

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Darcy pushed open the door and stepped inside the cabin, letting the door swing closed behind her. She welcomed the warmth being inside brought to her because the air outside was getting colder and colder with each passing day. She stepped further inside and set the bags she brought home with her just inside the room she was staying in before going to the kitchen to get a drink. She had picked up a few things the day before so she knew the fridge was well stocked.

Pouring herself a drink she heard a noise coming from up in the attic. Darcy had expected to be alone so the sounds of what she expected to be a piano shocked her. She wasn’t even really sure what was up in the attic, though she vaguely remembered Sean mentioning something about it being his own personal greenhouse he made. So, curiosity got the best of her and she headed up the stairs. She tried to be quiet and when she got up there Darcy saw Sean playing the piano.

She didn’t say anything at first and just listened, her arms crossed over her chest. It was until his fingers stilled and the song came to and end she walked towards him more, a small smile on her lips. “You play well,” she commented, her eyes on the instrument rather than him at this moment. “I’ve not played or even seen a piano in a few years.”

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It had been awhile since Sean found himself playing much of anything. If it wasn’t work it was something else that had his attention as of late. Besides, he never played for anyone...except Darcy really but that was a long time ago. With her staying there with him, he just didn’t think much about it. So much had changed. But like riding a bike, once learned, one never forgets how to play. His fingers just seem to know exactly what to do at any given time. Like his affinity for herbology and botany. 

When he finished, his hands dropped to his lap and his eyes snapped toward the voice that praised him and he flushed, face paling somewhat. The Irishman merely blinked a few times and cleared his throat, trying to ward off the sudden feeling of overwhelming self-consciousness that swept over him knowing she’d been there. “Em...thanks,” he murmured, scratching his head slightly.

“I’ll admit, I ‘aven’t played in front o’ anyone in years. Not since we were younger.” He managed a small, albeit shy, smile.

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Something wicked ;Sirius&Sean [War Pairing]

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Sirius held his wand up and pointed it right at Sean, his hand was steady but he needed to think first, was it worth it? Throwing some spells at him while he clearly knew he was a complete psycho, nevertheless, the anger within himself was slowly bubbling up from his stomach to his chest and finally his throat, that’s when he yelled, “Hey shithead!” Then Sirius threw the knockback jinx at him and straightened up the best he could, he still had to use the wall a bit but now that anger was showing itself the pain didn’t matter very much. 

“I have a bone to pick with you.” A chuckle escaped him, “You think you can go around destroying the lives of my friends? Kissing my girlfriend?!” He locked his steely grey eyes right onto Sean’s blue ones, his wand pointed at his face. He didn’t give a shit who heard him or who came to try and stop them, he needed to get all his anger out and oh, what a perfect time to with the guy that had caused him so much misery those couple of months back. 

Sirius had tried to move on from it, get over it, try to forget it because he loved Marlene but finally actually running into the man that had sparked his paranoia, he wanted nothing more but to give him a taste of his own medicine. 

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Sean hadn’t had enough time to really react when Sirius did suddenly show himself with an insult and then threw an abrupt knockback jinx his way. It sent the Irishman into the brick wall beside him with a startled yelp and hiss. Bad move, he thought, straightening up as the younger man approached him brashly, spewing more words that meant little to Travers. He sneered, wand pointed right in his face yet he seemed unfazed by its presence. His icy gaze looked past it entirely and settled on Sirius’ grey hues, brewing with anger.

Fending off the urge to roll his eyes, instead a slight smug smirk tilted up a single corner of Sean’s mouth. “Yer girlfriend failed to mention she ‘ad a fella in her life at all so...not me problem. Take it up wit’ her." He shrugged. “One doesn’t tend to stray unless they’re not fully satisfied wit’ their significant other, no?” He decided to provoke and taunt, never caring much for the likes of Sirius Black. He’d been a bit of a troublesome student with his pranks. Not that the assistant herbology professor had ever been the victim of any, but he’d dealt with the aftermath of a few. He’d been indirectly affected in one way or another. All in all, he’d just always found Sirius as annoying. All he did was talk.

“As for yer friends, I’ve known some of ‘em far longer than yer life ‘as even spanned an’ I’ll do whatever I deem necessary. So unless ye want to find yerself sharin’ their fate, ye best run back home young Mr. Black.” There was some bite to his tone, clear warning in his threats and he stood his ground without hesitation. “Don’t make me hurt ya ‘cause I’ll ‘ave no issue doin’ so.” He tightened his grip on the wand he held steadily at his side, ready to raise and strike at any given moment.

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Atlas Genius - Trojans

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Marcus is dangerous. The words repeated over and over in her head a few times. It was kind of ironic really. A man telling her she should be wary of someone else because they were dangerous when she was sure Darcy had more reasons to be wary about Sean himself. The man she was living with as of now, but yet she still didn’t flick her wand to pack her things and walk out the door, telling him she wouldn’t be seeing him again. Why she wasn’t doing that was beyond her. Maybe she was mental. Maybe she wanted to believe Sean really was a good person, at least good enough to those he cared about. Perhaps that made her mental as well.

Darcy let out a deep breath and ran a hand through her hair, looking up at the closet door. She pushed herself up to her feet and walked over, opening the door to look at the clothes. What she started to do next was almost robotic; picking up her clothes and putting them in her trunk. Darcy could have just used magic, but actually doing something was easier to keep herself from thinking too much. When she was finally done she closed her trunk and just looked at it, her arms crossed over her chest.

Did she want to leave?

She was still unsure of the answer, so she sat back down on her bed. She was well aware Sean was in the living room and she would see him if she was to walk out of her bedroom. She could hear him moving around quietly and she was wondering what the hell he was thinking. Why didn’t he try to defend himself? Why did he just stand there and let her assume the worst of him? Sure, she didn’t say anything really, but she was sure he could tell what she was thinking after finding out what she just did. So, taking a deep breath Darcy opened her door and walked out of her bedroom, her gaze moving to Sean.

“I want you to defend yourself. Say something so I do not think the worst of you.” This was for her rather than him because Darcy did not want to think the worst of him.

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It was ironic, Sean warning her against a man he himself sought to destroy. Marcus wasn’t dangerous unless provoked though, whereas Travers himself was just dangerous. Perhaps not directly to Darcy, but she was in harm’s way just being openly associated with him. And he honestly had no idea where her allegiances lied these days. He hadn’t bothered to ask. He was far too focused on his own situation. The one he’d created, drug out into the light of day.

He remained still for some long moments before he decided he no longer needed a glass and just went straight for the bottle of his whiskey. He could hear faint noises within he cabin. The sounds of the foundation settling. The light wind outside blowing through the trees. His blood rushing in his ears as he took a long swig of his liquor. Tiger Lily rustling around in the attic. Darcy in her room. Darcy likely packing her things to leave. Darcy. All he could focus on was her. Soon it wouldn’t matter though. He’d be three sheets to the wind and comfortably numb. She’d leave and merely haunt the cabin in the late hours of the night when he feels vulnerable and sad. It would be for the best though, he’d keep telling himself, as he always had when it came to doing wrong by her.

He wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but suddenly she’d emerged from her room and spoke abruptly, catching him by surprise. The Irishman stared at her, brow furrowed somewhat with slight confusion and even maybe a bit impaired, gripping the neck of the bottle in a single hand at his side. “Whaddaya want me to say, Darce? I’m not a good bloke. Not even close. I’ve killed people, an’ I’ve enjoyed it.. Was this the life I wanted for meself as a lad? No. But it’s the life I’ve lived an’ know. Ye should think the worst ‘o me. Ye should walk out that door an’ not come back. Ye should-” 

Sean cut himself off, sighing deeply. He shook his head and set the bottle aside before pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. “I tried to fight it, for years I did. It jus’...burrowed its way into me. Took hold o’ everythin’ that may ‘ave been good once. I don’t know.” He rubbed his face in his hands, feeling the effects of the alcohol in his veins some. He would’ve been relieved, if he didn’t feel that much more guilty. He had no defense really. He’d accepted what he was quite some time ago.

“Ye were always the best o’ me, y’know.” He wore a thin, sad smile that faltered quickly. Fleeting.

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Gory Details || Calliste

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Rolling her eyes at his scoff, Calliste elected not to caution him again. It was foolish arrogance, to her. An inability to control his temper would only get Sean in trouble, and she thought him a fool if he didn’t see it. 

She raised an eyebrow at his words. Cautiously taking another step closer she tilted her head. “Done?” she asked softly, “I do not believe one quits so easily. Will you let yourself be imprisoned for their murder? The one you think so just?” Calliste said, her stream of questions aiming to make him question his intentions. But Calliste was not hell bent on revenge for anyone, so perhaps she didn’t understand the extent of how final his feud with Marcus McKinnon was. “Will you rot in Azkaban all your days?”

Stepping back again, Calliste sighed, “You have kept me from my evening, though, and I am keeping you from yours. Whatever you plan to do with it.” The blonde brushed her hands over her robes and headed in the direction of the cabin of the door, turning before she reached it however. “You will be careful, won’t you, Sean? These are dangerous times. Don’t do anything too foolish.”

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This was Sean controlling his temper. Even the breaking of the glass was pretty tame. Travers’ temper certainly ran hot but he rarely acted out of rage toward another. His attacks and advances were generally done after seething and then carefully calculating his maneuvers. Though now he was having just the slightest bit of trouble keeping it reigned in. Only behind closed doors though. Had he really lost his temper, he’d have been at Marcus’ throat with a trail of bodies lying in his wake. No, Sean was mostly maintaining himself at this point. Given all that had transpired over the last few days. It was amazing he hadn’t found some poor random soul to torture and kill - but that would be unwise, he knew.

“I’d sooner die than rot in Azkaban,” he muttered distastefully, thinking of his father. “I feel like all o’ me...misdeeds ‘ave lead up to this. Once I’ve dealt wit’ Marcus, I don’t think I’ll ‘ave the need anymore.” Not for himself anyway, but what did he know? He’d been giving in to his urges for years. Though regardless, he couldn’t say the same of working as a death eater but that was a cause bigger than his own. The last real satisfaction he’d gotten out of a kill was Juliette. A taste of his revenge. No other had been like it.

He didn’t know. He had words and intentions and plenty brewing within him. But he just didn’t know much anymore outside of his vendetta. All he knew was that he had grown tired. Tired of his anger and hatred and looking over his shoulder. Though if he succeeded, he’d be looking over it forever anyway. These wouldn’t be more random kills dismantled and forgotten about. This would be an entire family and someone connected to Hogwarts. The investigation would drag on regardless of leads or not.

“Apologies, Miss Delacour.” He said simply as she took to leaving. “Why, would ya miss me if I were gone?” He cocked a brow at her, a bit of his usual demeanor back, though he dismissed the very notion with a small smile and shake of his head. “More foolish than I already ‘ave? Wouldn’t dream of it.” He followed her toward the door, getting it for her. “Be careful yerself, love.”

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Something wicked ;Sirius&Sean [War Pairing]

“Stupefy!” A flash of bright light bounced off the walls of the thin alley which Sirius had been stood in. 12:46 was the time his watch showed, the face was cracked from the previous fight he had been in with the group he had been spying on that evening for the Order, he let out a pained groan because Fleamont Potter himself had gifted him the watch for his seventieth birthday and now it was cracked. 

It was only a matter of time before reinforcements arrived but he was too injured to try and apparate right now so after a bit of a struggle and deep breath taking, he strolled out like nothing had happened that it was just a scuffle. Everything ached and Sirius had to lean against a wall for a moment, that’s when he heard the sound of a car back-firing, a loud familiar crack of someone apparating. 

“Great. Just great! Might as well just get it over with.” He had to peer in the dark at the figure for a second, then remembered, he was an Animagus so used that to his advantage to see who it was and when he did, both fists clenched, making his nails dig into his palms. “No.Fucking.Way.” 

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There’d been word of some young death eaters stepping out of bounds and getting too big for their heads. Something both dangerous and not tolerated for the cause. Stupidity of such things made them all potentially vulnerable. So now Sean had to take action to ensure the mess was cleaned up. He was told to do so discreetly. To which he took to interpret as “any means necessary” to keep it all from becoming a public affair and snooped around.

While Travers was not thrilled to clean up the messes of others (he’d created enough of his own recently), he did as he was told and tracked them down, apparating with care into the shadows out of sight, away from prying eyes. From what he immediately gathered, there was definitely a fight. Wonderful, he should have arrived sooner.

Nevertheless, he was there and scolded those involved, ordering them to get lost and clean up and keep their mouths shut. Though before they scattered, the name Sirius Black was uttered - though he wasn’t exactly present it seemed. With a heavy sigh, he pinched the bridge of his nose and took to cleaning up the evidence with the wave of his wand. Two problems dealt with, but there was more to be done still. 

And then came a sound from around the corner... 

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Darcy sighed and wrapped her arms around her. The best thing she probably could have done was pack her things and head back to the Leaky Cauldron and sort things out while she was there. She was not immune to the war and was very aware of what happened, but she didn’t think Sean participated so much. Or maybe this was for his own pleasure rather than for a cause he believed in. Maybe it was both, but neither of the ideas did much to ease her mind.

“I do not think I have much of an interest in finishing them.” She spoke honestly, piling the pieces of parchment up before moving to set them on the coffee table in front of the couch. She had wanted to read them before he walked in, or perhaps she was just interested until he snapped her out of it. Either way she wasn’t sure if she wanted to learn more about him, or at least go further into detail about things she already knew. Perhaps now Darcy couldn’t hate him for trying to keep things from her. She didn’t really hate him before, but she understood more now. That did not make things easier for her however. “Marcus’ feud is with you, not me. Do not worry.” That is if he had the ability to worry about someone. She wasn’t sure if someone who took pleasure in harming others worried about someone other than themselves or not.

When she looked up him this time she looked at Sean as if she didn’t know him. Well, it’s not like she knew much about him before, and perhaps she knew him better. She was aware there was something dark about him, something she knew he didn’t want her to know about. She never imagined this and she wasn’t sure why he kept it from her. Maybe he was just afraid she would tell someone. “No, Sean, I didn’t expect this either.” She looked around before meeting his gaze once more. “I should…probably– yeah.” She cleared her throat turned around to walk into the room she was staying in, sitting on the bed once she was in there. She had half the mind to start packing but instead she just sat there in silence, looking at the partially closed door as she attempted to collect her thoughts.

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He was out of excuses. For once in his life, he had nothing to say to Darcy. Before, he kept everything in, everything he wished to tell her. Then he wrote it down as best he could. He always had something to say to her, he just held it all back instead. Now, however, he was at a loss for words, for excuses, for apologies, for everything. She looked at him the way he never wanted her to. Although, he supposed it was similar to the way she’d always had knowing so little of him. But now she had the knowledge and it brewed in her gaze. He couldn’t tell what she made of it all though. There was no outright ire or disgust. Just, uncertainty. He couldn’t blame her though, it was a lot to swallow.

He set the parchment he’d held atop the rest as she stacked them on the coffee table, leaving them there in case she changed her mind. He knew how her curiosity worked, but he wasn’t sure whether or not it would continue to stretch further without his presence. He’d interrupted her and while he could have been mad for her snooping, they were ultimately meant for her at some point. He even went as far as to think perhaps he’d leave them for her on his deathbed or once he was already six feet under. Then she could hate him in his absence again.

“Marcus is dangerous, o’ that I’m quite sure. If he’s anythin’ like me, he’ll do an’ use who an’ what he can to get at me now. It’s what I’ve done all along...” He murmured the last part, admitting it aloud seemed like pouring salt in the wound he likely created with her. Another wound, or perhaps he’d just reopened the same one. His gaze dropped when hers flitted to his momentarily and as she stumbled over her words and disappeared into the room he gave her claim to, he suddenly felt as though he were an adolescent again, letting her down and disappointing her as he’d always done. To be betrothed to a Travers seemed a prize once upon a time. But in the midst of all the dirty secrets, he hoped she realized what he spared her from. Not that she’d forgive him one way or another. This would be just another wedge between them.

He remained in the living room, tense as he waited - for her to pack her things and go. He heard nothing. Still, he didn’t move.

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Mad Sounds; Sean + Roy

Ever since Marcus let Roy in on what happened to Juliette, knowing who can be held responsible for her death, the man has carried a hissing torch of burning anger inside his chest. It’s unfamiliar to him, so used to having such an even keeled attitude in all situations no matter how dire. It had only ever been Marcus’ disappearing act that had sent him into an emotional overload. Now he’s discovering there’s still circumstances that can awaken the true intensity inside Royden Greengrass.

With Marcus tied up in Lyra’s impending delivery of the twins, Roy takes it upon himself to interact with Professor Travers. Part of him wants to discover if there’s any way to humanise the man, make it harder to want to see him hang for what was done to Juliette. But the overriding need is to know Sean to know how best to get to him.

So Roy strides across the grounds, spelled against the chill, and enters the greenhouse that also holds the herbology professor’s office. “Travers,” the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor greets as he leans in the open doorway to the other man’s office.

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Sean had been counting on a certain number of individuals to be let in on what he’d revealed to Marcus. The man had family and allies and couldn’t keep his mouth shut. But Travers figured it could work to his benefit if he was delicate in the way he handled his encounters with those people. Lyra and Roy had been stuck to Marcus since they were in school. And while Sean had never bothered much with one or the other, Roy did have a way of playing mediator between himself and Marcus back then. He doubted that would be the case any longer. And as far as the rest of the McKinnon brood, the Irishman had little worry for what they would do. All children, really.

In the greenhouses, where he spent an inordinate amount of time these days, he was focused on papers and documenting some things when he heard a voice. Unmistakable. Roy Greengrass. A subtle smile curled up the corners of Sean’s lips as he turned his gaze to the doorway where the man stood and spoke up to get his attention. “Was wonderin’ when I’d be seein’ the likes o’ ya, Greengrass. Come to play devil’s advocate still or ye jus’ tryin’ to put me in me place for once?” 

He may be wary, but he wasn’t about to let the situation get the better of him and silence his usual taunting of any who saw fit to bother him - about anything. Business as usual.

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Follow My Lead || Lucius

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“Formalities,” Lucius barely managed to keep from rolling his eyes. Having his bases covered – meaning it was Lucius’ fault if he somehow screwed up whatever came next. He didn’t complain though, since it seemed like something he would have done had he been in the teaching position.

He took a deep breath, head tilting in thought while Sean spoke. Lucius tried to avoid letting a smile appear, but Travers caught his interest. He nodded, back straightening, and bit his lip to keep the smile small. The change from lack of interest to clinging to words was rather obvious but Lucius didn’t care at that point. He wanted to learn. “Most definitely,” He answered. Developing various ways of gaining information would be helpful outside the cause as well. “Where do we start?" 

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Travers was a man who would take responsibility if he himself screwed something up. But he was never one to throw himself under the bus for another. So it only seemed wise for him to cover himself in most any situation. Especially when it came to death eater dealings. Lest he get on the Dark Lord’s bad side. He had too much to do of his own volition to risk such a thing. And quite frankly, he didn’t know or have any inclination toward Lucius.

Luckily, Sean had just the thing. A spy had been captured, no one of any real merit but a minor threat nonetheless. The Irishman was not one for coddling, as he had not been eased into anything growing up. His father took a much more harsh approach to introducing him to the darker side of life and death eater dealings. He got a sense the younger man was now eager rather than indifferent. That was where they differed in starting such a life. Sean was not a willing participant at first. “A lil problem that needs to be dealt wit’. Jus’ follow me lead, yea?” Sean was leading them further away from the castle to where they could safely apparate to where the prisoner was being held.

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The Pianist. || Darcy (Pre-Letters)

He thought he was alone in the cabin. He thought he’d be alone for awhile still. With everything that had been going on, he needed an escape. He couldn’t seem to stop his thoughts from running rampant. From plotting and scheming and worrying. So he found himself in the one place he ever really found a sense of calm from time to time. The attic. His homemade greenhouse. But he hadn’t gone up there to tend to his plants. 

His grand piano sat beside the bay window, sunlight gleaming off its glossy black surface. Sean was perched on the bench, running his fingers along the polished ivory keys. He chewed his lip, taking a glance around as if ghosts may be standing there to watch him. No, he was alone.

Exhaling a quiet sigh, he poised his fingers above a specific set of keys and paused a beat before beginning to thrum out a tune. The weary Irishman played with an elegant grace that came with years of practice and experience. Sean was a different man altogether sitting behind a piano. As if he’d never grown up a murderer. As if his life had been different. An escape.

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