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tangodancerxindie:

Niobe knew she was going to regret drinking like this during the next practice; she didn’t drink like this during the season. “Merlin, I bet you wish I was a dead man walking, huh? Be much easier to deal with, then.” She finished her glass, leaving it empty on the table for a moment as he tossed the letter from her father off, rolling her eyes as he got upset. She remembered this side of Vale all too well, and ever since she’d bested him to the Captain position in school, he always had to have the last word. Unfortunately for him, she also held that desire close to her chest. And she’d bested him once. The only thing he could best her in was the one thing that could give her the freedom she wanted–being a fucking man, like her brothers. “Privilege to what? I’m the fucking Quidditch champion here.” Not for fucking long, if her parents had a say.

Come on, Bulstrode, show me what you can do. The words flipped a switch in Niobe’s mind, one that hadn’t been touched in ages. Hare-trigger. She scoffed, almost fighting how big her own smirk was getting as it did. “Poor choice of words, Mulciber,” she hissed, before her hand reeled back and shot forward, seeking purchase on his nose as she brought her foot up to push him with it, knocking the man to the floor. Merlin, the adrenaline that rushed through her body had been dearly missed, finding its home. She scrambled out of her seat and got on top of the man, moving back to hit his jaw again. Front page material, if she played her cards right, and maybe this would be enough to get them out of this fucking mess. “Fucking hit me.”

*

“Didn’t think you’d be able to put two and two together. Who would’ve thought you could be this bright?” The girl’s state made it easier for Vale to continue his pestering. He wanted to push her buttons and see how far he could go, even if doing so at that point was more amusing than problem solving. Niobe had stolen his quidditch glory, he wouldn’t let her steal his freedom as well. “Quidditch champion or not, look where that’s got you.”

The feeling of her fist touching his nose was an unpleasant surprise, still not as bad as being pushed off his chair. He had forgotten her strength, the type she had shown time and time again as a beater. Vale reached for his wand and held it tightly as she continued to punch him, feeling his lip split open. The entire spectacle was painfully comical and he felt himself laughing at her words as he pointed his wand at her. “As you wish,” he spat before casting stupify, knocking the witch off of him. He propped himself up on his elbows, waiting to see if she would attack back. Part of him wanted her to, he wanted to see how far it would go but as he glanced around he knew it would only be a matter of time until they got kicked out of the pub. “Are you gonna stay there or what?” Vale asked, unsure if she was conscious or not.

#c: vale #v: hp #+niobe #violence tw

James’ days were growing long and uneventful. His routine of going to work, then home, then to the pub, then back to work was becoming more of a chore than just another day in the life of James Potter. Whatever happened to his glory days? He couldn’t quite remember. Thinking about those days though brought back memories of school and a particular red head he couldn’t keep his thoughts away from. His crush on her had never taken him too far no matter how hard he tried but even after all those years he still thought fondly of her.

On one particular day he happened to be off from work, he spotted Lily working at J.Pippins Potions. The shop wasn’t a place he frequented often but considering his latest little accident, it was only right he went in and asked for help.

“HELP” he said as he stormed in when noticed the shop was empty. “It seems like I’m missing a couple of bones.” He said far too calmly as he showed her his two boneless fingers. “You’ve got Skellegro, right?”

@moonandstarsrps

#c: james #v: hp #+lily #tw injury

writingwithbex

The Trouble with Big Brothers | E&A

@dirgni

So close to Hogwarts, Hogsmeade was safer than most places. Especially with the Order keeping a tight patrol schedule. That didn’t make Edgar any less wary about having his sister here. On the plus side, it was easier to keep tabs on her while they were both calling Hogsmeade their home away from home. On the other hand, however, he couldn’t help but feel like they were all fish in a fucking barrel holed up in the same place like they were. She wasn’t safe. None of them were, not really, and some nights that knowledge got to him worse than others.

Tonight was one such night. Edgar had a rare day off from the Order, and instead of resting he was strategizing how they might smoke out some Death Eaters. Or, he had been until a sharp thwack to the back of his head was followed by a verbal thrashing from a lovely and mildly terrifying Molly. He’d been chased out into the daylight, prescribed fresh air and a long walk, and strictly instructed to not show his face again until dinner.

Kicking a rock down the cobblestone path, he frowned as he watched it bounce along, coming to a stop near a pair of small, yet familiar shoes. Glancing up, a smirk hooked the corner of his mouth and Edgar moseyed up to his baby sister, draping an arm behind her neck and tugging her to his side as his knuckles rubbed lightly against her scalp, mussing her hair.

“Ames,” he chuckled, pinning her to him so she had to struggle to break his hold. “What are you doing walking around unsupervised?” His tone was joking… mostly.

dirgni

Another day of work had come and gone. Even though Amelia had been interning for the Ministry for a while now, she still hadn’t been given the opportunity to take a full time position at the Ministry of Magic. Unfortunately that meant having to spend another year away in Hogsmeade, assisting the aurors stationed there. It wasn’t a tedious job, but it was definitely leaving her restless and wanting to break away from her routine.

Finding a plan b was what she was thinking about before an arm wrapped around her neck, making her jump. The man didn’t let go and her panic was about to get the best of her up until she felt her hair getting mussed. “UGh Ed, get off me!” She whined, poking his side with the wand she had been tightly holding onto. “How many times must I tell you that just because you are taller than me doesn’t give you the right to come at me like that! What are we, seven?” She complained some more before managing to straighten herself. “I’m going home you big idiot, didn’t think I needed supervision for that.”

#c: amelia #v: hp #+edgar

moonandstarsrps:

Sybill’s move to Hogsmeade had been out of her control. The moment she had told Dumbledore of a vision she had regarding the Death Eaters, she found herself moved for her own protection. The truth was, she wasn’t sure that her vision had been correct as even she could admit that they were sometimes incorrect. Usually incorrect actually but she had her moments. Still, here she was after promising to keep her mouth shut about the vision.

Feeling trapped in her new apartment, the blonde made her way for aa drink, not expecting to see a familiar face from her past. “I didn’t know you lived in Hogsmeade,” she murmured. How long had it been since they had seen each other?”

Vale could have continued to get lost in his annoyed thoughts about work had that familiar voice not come crashing through it all. His jumpy and abrupt stirring made his glass burst and he just stared at it for what felt like an eternity before gathering the capacity to look up at her. The muse of his tormented feelings, the one girl he had never really been able to forget, and how could he after everything that happened between them?

“I just moved here,” he lied, finding some composure and cleaning up his shattered glass with a flick of his wand. “Figured I could take some time away from home.” Vale said carefully, wanting to test how much she remembered.

#c: vale #v: hp #+sybill

“Hey mate!” James slurred a bit as he crashed into his friends door before managing to open it. “This is padfoot, right?” He stumbled into his friends bed feeling around with his hands for lock of hair that felt much nicer than his own hair on a good day. “Sirius Orion Potter, I’m drunk. I’m an auror and I’m drunk. Help your man-stag.”

@lockwords

#c: james #v: hp #+sirius #have a drunk james that's seriously missing his mum and dad #xD

thiccachu

Sally looked over the garment, eyes wide. Struggling to hide her shock and judgement from what she was seeing in front of her. “How did you even get a tear like this? It’s like nothing i’ve ever seen!” Nevertheless the challenge, she was determined to get the job done and fix the hole in the customer’s clothing. After all, it was her job as the town tailor. And it was what she loved to do, so she of course didn’t mind taking it on. “…I’m not sure how long it’s going to take. But I will make sure it’s as good as new.”

dirgni

“Easy, it’s called being an actor.” Jack replied nonchalantly as he glanced down at the tear on his jacket. He didn’t think much of it but now that she pointed it out it did make him look at bit too ragged. “It can be the worst you’ve seen I’m sure you’ve seen a lot worse,” he stated before taking the jacket off and tossing on the closest table. “I hope so, I wouldn’t have come here otherwise.”

#c: jack #v: disney #+sally

tangodancerxindie:

– Niobe remember Mulciber during school, and fully remembered being wholly indifferent to him. He hadn’t been obnoxious enough to bother her, and was a good enough player on the field that he occasionally caught her eye. Didn’t take direction well… Good with his wand. She huffed, looking down at her whiskey as he approached. What was obnoxious about him, now, was the fact that she was supposed to be stuck with him. That her mother and father were determined to get her out of a career she’d spent years working towards to be a little housewife. No man was worth that, no one was worth those years lost.

And, beyond valid concerns, Niobe Mulciber didn’t have a good ring to it. She liked her own name.

Her eyes narrowed slightly as he spoke, before taking another large swig of her whiskey. The liquid had begun to stop burning, which to anyone else would be a concern. But she was far too full of fire to be numb to the world. Her eyes rolled. “–I’m sure your mother is smiling in her grave, knowing she’s done with your ugly mug. I know I would be if I had the fucking displeasure of having you for a son.” She scoffed slightly, sliding up in her seat to sit straighter, unwilling and determined to not be comfortable around this man. “And, for the record, I’m no fucking lady.” Despite knowing him for years, it wasn’t like they were friends. And despite his talents on the field and in the ranks of the Death Eaters, which she was sure were the only things she could respect about him, they hadn’t had time alone like this.

“Do you think I want to marry your sorry arse?” She shoved the letter from her father his way. “I’ve gotten out of so many fucking betrothals, Mulciber. He seems damn intent on this one sticking.”

Vale studied Niobe as she drank. He didn’t remember her being well on her way to being an alcoholic, but perhaps that’s what happened when you played professional quidditch. He couldn’t even began to wrap his head around as to how she managed such feat, but it didn’t matter. Her skills weren’t good enough reason to stick with her, and he very well knew she wasn’t as talented as him. There had to be a deadly flaw somewhere and he just had to be patient enough to find it, though if he could get his way he would just get rid of the girl without much thought. Still, his sister was more important so he just had to play his cards right.

He sighed at her ill willed comment, regretting having brought up his mother as it definitely hit the wrong spot. “You got that right, judging by the way you are drinking you are more of a dead man walking.” He commented with a nod, watching her push the letter towards him. “I’m not interested in its contents,” he said tossing the letter off the table before leaning forward to get a better look at her. “It’d be a fucking privilege to marry my sorry arse, but considering you’re so intent on bluffing why don’t you go ahead and find a way to get out of it now?” He spat, shrugging as he say back up straight, copying her confident demeanor. “Come on, Bulstrode, show me what you can do.”

#c: vale #v: hp #+niobe #tw alchohol mention

tangodancerxindie

The burn of firewhiskey down Niobe’s throat offered little of the usual solace it did, hardly doing anything for the growing headache she found herself suffering from. Curled up in her own booth in the corner of the dingy bar, she took a longer swig, the half empty bottle before her near forgotten. But the letter next to it, formally signed by her father… that she didn’t have the luxury of forgetting. She paused, holding her glass over the letter before pouring a bit onto it, grimacing. This wasn’t happening. This wasn’t fucking happening to her, not after a decade of avoidance and at the height of her damn career.

Dearest Niobe,

I cannot put this off any longer, for both of our sakes. We’ve made you a suitable match, and this time, you will be complying. The Mulciber family will be at our house for a formal meeting this coming weekend, and you will be in attendance. Your mother is sending you presentable clothing, and you will be wearing it. You’re to make a good first impression. You’ve had your fun, Niobe, and the family needs–

She took another swig of her whiskey, a deep rage pulling at the corners of her heart. How dare they do this to her. And for her father, of all of them, to send her a note demanding her compliance, stung worst of all. What the fuck was she supposed to do? She loved her life, her freedom, her career… She’d manage to avoid pureblood society for the better part of nine years, despite the occasional ball to appease her mother. Part of her wanted her best friend, wanted to go see Corban so someone else could be as pissed as she was, but she needed to deal with this alone first.

However, it seemed fate itself didn’t want her to be alone, and from the corner of her eye, she saw the devil himself in her damn favorite bar. Valerius Mulciber, who seemed to be walking her way. “–I don’t want to fucking hear it, Mulciber,” she hissed, taking another long sip of her whiskey.

starter for @dirgni ( niobe & valerius )

dirgni

A BETROTHAL!? What was next? A life sentence to Azkaban? This wasn’t anything new, every couple of years his father would arrange a betrothal for him, they never got far, but this time more was on the line. This time his sister was gone and the only one who seemed to have any information about her whereabouts was the man that was intent in ruining his life. He debated ignoring the news for a while, but they demanded a meeting. What the fuck did that even mean? His eyes scanned and reread the letter over and over again until eventually he set the thing on fire. Throwing the burning ball of parchment in a bin.

Grabbing his coat he left his apartment hoping to find some solace in a bottle of firewhiskey. Niobe Bulstrode was an upgrade compared to the last one, but marriage? That was completely unnecessary, and the strange fascination he had with her quidditch skills didn’t offset how he felt about the entire set up.

Maybe his thoughts summoned her but the first person he set his eyes on as he walked into the bar was none other than Niobe. He approached her, wanting to make it well known how he felt about the ordeal. “Not hear what exactly?” He said, inviting himself to sit across from her. “Maybe I’ll tell you something you want to hear. I refuse to marry you, have you seen your drinking habits? Very unladylike. I can already tell you my mother disapproves... and she’s dead.” Vale stated coolly before flashing her a short lived forced grin.

#c: vale #v: hp #+niobe #alcohol tw

disownedprincess:

“I’m just here to order a drink, mate.” Frank pointed out as he approached the man. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that the two of them were on completely different sides, but they were out in the public, and they had to behave. Besides, now, he was off the clock, and he really just wanted something to drink. “As far as I know, anyone’s allowed that.”

“So am I, but I call it working.” Vale replied, glancing up for a moment. Longbottom. Well that made two auror encounters that night, whether that was a coincidence or not was still up for interpretation. “Just because we are allowed doesn’t mean we should. Don’t want to be caught up in a duel drunk.”

#c: vale #v: hp #+frank #assumed he's an auror #sorry if it's wrong :P..

muses-running-amuck:

“I know I can be a lot sometimes and I love you for putting up with me.” Emmeline admits with a warm smile before turning her attention back to the pages in her hands. “I just don’t want to make a mistake and skip a detail that may seem trivial that we later find out was actually critical. But yes please by all means, I appreciate any input on how to better it.” She responds as she hands her friend the red folder containing her ten page report (front and back of course).

“Well lucky for you I can handle a lot. I’m a lot myself after a few bottles of firewhiskey, I’ve heard.” Amelia said with a chuckle. “You are one of the best ministry workers out there, but even if you missed something we’ll catch it. That’s what I’m here for.” She accepted the report and filed it neatly with her own stuff before putting everything away into her enchanted bag. “So tell me, question of the decade, what are you hungry for?”

#c: amelia #v: hp #+emmeline

muses-running-amuck:

“Do you think ten pages is too lengthy for an after action report? I suppose I could shorten it. Though you never know when the smallest of details may be highly important.” Emme asks as she flips through the pages in the folder. The young Auror was obviously tense at the thought of parting with even one word of what she had written. After all, it wasn’t something as trivial as house points on the line this time; it was people’s lives. Or at least that is what she tells herself to justify her detailed level of ramblings and to sooth the pangs of perfectionism.

James looked at her sternly, feigning an air of criticism as he took the report from her and leafed through it. “It’s honestly fine, Emme. You worry about the wrong things. One report isn’t going to make or break a case.” He said, this time smiling as he handed her back the report. “I promise you it’s fine.”

#c: james #v: hp #+emmeline

It was another night laying low and spying, people watching and taking mental notes. It was a far too common and childish task, but it was also what he was told to do. This was the fourth night in the row doing the same damn thing and he was beginning to wonder (for the billionth time) if it was all a set up. How interesting could the barmaid be? A mudblood loving traitor who is bad at hiding her involvement with the order? Yes, but interesting?... not one bit.

He meddled with his drink, stirring it slowly with a simple rotatory move of his finger when he noticed a figured approach him. “Go away.” He said slowly, not caring to look up.

#c: vale #v: hp #+openstarter

muses-running-amuck

“Do you think ten pages is too lengthy for an after action report? I suppose I could shorten it. Though you never know when the smallest of details may be highly important.” Emme asks as she flips through the pages in the folder. The young Auror was obviously tense at the thought of parting with even one word of what she had written. After all, it wasn’t something as trivial as house points on the line this time; it was people’s lives. Or at least that is what she tells herself to justify her detailed level of ramblings and to sooth the pangs of perfectionism.

dirgni

“TEN PAGES?” Amelia sighed deeply, her head hanging in defeat. No one had told her being intern consisted of spending more than half her day going over auror reports. Doing so was important, of course, but the task drained her brain and mood. “How about this, I’ll proof read it tonight after food. If it sounds too vague I’ll make sure to give it back to you right away so you can write some more.”