Eleanor Rosier

PUREBLOOD. SISTER TO EVAN. LIBRARIAN What's love got to do, got to do with it What's love but a second hand emotion What's love got to do, got to do with it Who needs a heart when a heart can be broken

[eleanorrosier]

rosierendings​:

“Ah that would make sense. You would think a library would attract more intelligent folks, but sadly that is not to be,” Evan offered in solidarity. He didn’t mind her running up his tab. He had duel winnings burning a hole in his pocket, so he could more than afford it.

“I recently read of this muggle filing system that is quite interesting. It’s apparently sorted by classes of subjects and then author’s last name alphabetically. It would seem like it should be an obvious system, but because the classes are always the same, no matter where someone goes, they would know that art and recreation are in the 700′s while religion would be in the 200′s. It makes every library have the same sorts of books in the same locations so if a person frequents two different libraries, they won’t have to remember where the books they desired are between them,” he mentioned. After the war, he had gone into a very private study of muggle culture. So private, El was one of the only people he would allow to know he gained this information.

“That does sound very frustrating, especially if your regulars are bothering you with this as well as newcomers. Would you like me to come visit you at work tomorrow and say anyone that needs help has to duel me first in order to ask you a question?” he offered. “I’ll even say that they don’t have to win, just duel. Winning would mean you would be out of a job since no one could ask you anything,” he added with a smirk. His undefeated dueling record was not going to be destroyed by book enthusiasts.

~

“Sometimes, I am certain that this world in general does not attract very intelligent people in general.” She said, looking away for a moment. She’d met some of the dumbest people alive working in the library. She listened as he spoke and while it did sound interesting. It also sounded like something they’d never let her implement at her job. She knew it was something that Evan studied privately and she was one of the few to know about it. It didn’t really bother her either way. It could be useful someday and some of it was interesting.

Admittedly, some people would not be good about this information, so she always kept her lips zipped, and her knowledge of said information tucked away. She laughed  at his words. “I mean, at least you’re honest. They just have to duel you. Not win. We both know winning against you would be impossible.” She said, as her laughter died down as she settled her thoughts, as well. The idea of people who stuck their noses eternally into books wanting to duel her brother. They’d probably all drop dead right there in their shoes.

“Maybe I’ll get a sign that says I’m not at my desk and just leave for long periods of time. When I come back, I’ll be lacking when it comes to help.” She shrugged. After she thought about this, she came to the realization that was a good way to get fired, and she’d have to find another job. “Too much work to find another job.”

[eleanorrosier]

ofathenxs​:

After a rather tiresome time spent at the day in the Ministry, encountering numerous imbeciles that Athena had no interest in conversing with, she had been pleased when the time had finally come for her to leave the office. Dying to head out for a drink, she headed towards the White Wyvern, where she ordered her usual bottle of firewhiskey, before noticing the individual who seemed to be seated next to her as Eleanor began to chat. A small smirk widening upon her lips as she realised who it was from the familiar tones of her close friend, she chuckled as she replied, “Almost everyone I’ve ever met who works at the Ministry is, but who can say?” And it was with that reply she took a long drink from her bottle of firewhiskey before letting the bottle settle upon the table with a loud thunk as she continued, “I shan’t ask how your day was — it sounds like it was rather wearisome.”

~ Eleanor could say that her day was a number of things.  The top three descriptions would be annoying, awful, and actually that covered it. Perhaps three happened to be too many words to describe it. It was beneath her in so many ways. “Honestly, I just do not understand why I am helping all these other people finding what they desire.” She admitted, taking a sip from her drink for a moment. “I work in a library, true. I am a librarian. But these people must be imbeciles if they do not know where a single thing is in the entire library.” She muttered, with a roll of her eyes. “And then they chat my ear off for what feels like forever as if I care to carry on some long winded conversation about their children and their boring lives.”

[eleanorrosier]

rosierendings​:

Evan had been sitting at the bar, just letting the talk of everyone around him wash over his slightly fuzzy mind. It was all pointless chatter, but he liked how pointless it was. It meant nothing so he didn’t have to care. When your mind has difficulty caring anyways, why not just turn into the skid. 

He felt more than saw someone sit down next to him. He wasn’t really paying attention until he heard the voice order a drink. He almost laughed at the familiarity, but he didn’t want to disturb his sister when she clearly was not in a great mood. Many a childhood argument taught him that. He chuckled when she finally spoke to him, though. “I don’t know, El. You tell me. You talk to more people than I do, but I was pretty sure we were both in the ‘yes’ column for everyone outside of our family,” he replied before gesturing that he was covering her tab to the bartender. “But what brought up the question today, sister mine?”

~

She looked over at the sound of the familiar voice. It was her brother. Of all the places to run into him: a bar. That seemed appropriate, actually. She’d keep ordering drinks if he was going to pay for them, honestly.  “I was at work and people are incredibly stupid.” She muttered, taking a sip of her drink for a moment. She was resisting the urge to gulp it down in one shot.

 “They literally cannot find one bloody thing for themselves. Not one thing. They don’t even try and I understand that I am, in fact, the librarian. It is in my job description to help these people find books and things that they are looking for.”

She paused for a moment to lick her lips before continuing. “But, is it really that difficult, for people who have been coming to the same library, for years to find the same book they’ve checked out a million times before?”

[eleanorrosier]

windowpanesandtellephonepolls​:

“Oh, no, of course not. Who would ever say that?” Pandora rolled her eyes. “If you really believed that, then you wouldn’t care if they make a big deal or point it out. Would you?” She didn’t understand the woman sitting in front of her. Though, she didn’t understand most people. “Why do their opinions matter?”

~

“What in the world are you talking about? It sounds like a bunch of nonsense to be honest. Their opinions don’t matter. No one’s really does. Perhaps my family. But everyone else is just extra effort that I don’t really need.” She said, uncertain of what the blonde in front of her was even speaking about.

[eleanorrosier]

mrlucius-malfoy​:

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Etiquette was everything in the Malfoy family. So when discussing business of one of “his grandfather’s priceless heirlooms” — or more commonly known between his clients as a piece of interest when it came to dark arts— the interruption hadn’t been welcome. “Do excuse me.”

Lucius bidded his company farewell and navigated through the the high end establishment, a few steps to the woman unsettling the atmosphere.

“Yes, quite frankly, most are,” he answered an honest opinion. Lucius wasn’t afraid to call people out for what they were so the answer would be expected. From him. “Who has spun your web too tight?” He offered an opportunity to talk. He knew the face, the name too but plesantries weren’t needed here.

~

She hadn’t realized how loud she had clearly been when the man had come over. She felt foolish as soon as the words came out of his mouth. She rubbed her eye for a moment to get the blurriness out of them. “I figured.” She replied, softer than she had been before. Not realizing that the drinks had hit her so hard even though she’d had three. Three was definitely enough. She should probably switch to something without alcohol and see if she could get something to eat soon.

“It’s going to sound stupid.” She began, knowing that all problems sounded fairly stupid when you came from money. Even she grew up around wealth, so, this did sound stupid to her. “I worked another day at my job and these people are just so utterly stupid and completely impossible.” She muttered. “They cannot do anything for themselves and do not even try.”

She took a breath. “And I know it’s beyond ridiculous to feel this way. But I feel it’s beneath me to waste my days away finding these people books and serving half of them.”

[eleanorrosier]

dmeadowes​:

That – was a good point, actually. When was the last time she’d been to Honeydukes, anyway? Everything she knew was from memory, and those memories came from smaller hands and a shorter viewpoint. “You’ve got me there,” she said with a chuckle, glancing briefly at the person who heard her before putting the candy spider back on the shelf. “I don’t even like licorice, so they’ll have to be saved for others.”

What did spiders ever do to you? Dorcas turned to finally look at the other, shaking her head and shoving her hands into her pockets. “In general? Nothing, they’re just existing. I read somewhere though that the average person eats eight spiders a year in their sleep though! I dunno about you, but that’s more than enough to put me off of the critters. That, and their legs are creepy.”

~

“Oh good, I’ve turned you off from the licorice spiders.” She muttered, rolling her eyes at the moment. Did this person have no spine? Was she so easily swayed by one comment from a random stranger in an aisle. It couldn’t be that easy. She’d said much worse things to other people and they’d told her to go to hell or take her leave. But not this person. 

Eleanor firmly looked at her. “Eight spiders a year? Okay that’s pretty stupid and even if it were true. You wouldn’t know you were eating the spiders. So, how could you really get upset about it. I mean, we probably inhale all sorts of things.” She pointed out, her arms crossing in front of her chest staring her down for a moment. “Legs are creepy? I mean, spiders cannot control what their legs look like. Next, it’s going to be the old, well they have a ton of eyes and I’m scared of them biting me.”

[eleanorrosier]

bcllvtrxx​:

* ∘⡊ ☆ﾟ*・⊹  bellatrix ⊹

“It’s been said I’m an  excellent  judge of character.” Bellatrix assured the lone figure as she settled into the chair opposite. The witch spoke with a clear confidence but the truth of the statement remained unclear with the smirk that danced with playful jest, allowing room for doubt. A clear glass filled with a warm red wine swirled in her practiced grasp, it’s contents her clear remedy for the times. It wasn’t unusual for Bellatrix to dance around her true feelings, especially these days. Power had slipped away like sand beneath her feet and she stood in precarious circumstances, her intentions and opinions doubted constantly. Yet she survived, for the pure sake of annoying anyone who wished otherwise. “Let me guess,” her head lilted, gaze taking in their appearance with a cruelly critical flare, “bad day at the office? Or perhaps, you’ve been stood up. Whatever the case, loneliness is a bad look, dearie, and you simply must accept my company.” 

// @diagon-starters​

Eleanor looked over at the other woman. Something told her she was not an excellent judge of character. Eleanor liked to think she was an excellent judge of character. But right now? Eh, she was currently having a moment where her meter of character judgement was broken or not faring too well. She appeared to be drinking red wine. That was probably harmless. “Well, I work in a library. So, everyday is somewhat of a bad day when the people are too stupid to find their own books.” She muttered, with a roll of her eyes. “But I definitely have never been stood up in my life.” She smirked.

[eleanorrosier]

Pandora had originally wanted to look over some books for herself and for her daughter Luna, but she couldn’t seem to find them. Instead she made her way to a local establishment, intent on people watching. After ordering a water, she would be driving, she heard a question. “I certainly hope everyone’s not an idiot. The world would be quite doll.” She spoke as a response. “Do you wish to explain your problem with others? I have great ears to listen with.” 

~

“My problem with others?” She questioned, looking over at the other woman for a moment. Did this woman really think that she had a problem with every other person on the Earth. Because, she didn’t. There were some that she had  issues with and some she didn’t. It really depended on the person. “I don’t have problems with others. They have problems with me.” She insisted, with a tone of pure annoyance. “And they often make it a big deal or point it out. So who has the problem? Clearly, not me.”

[eleanorrosier]

dmeadowes​:

Who: Open Where: Honeydukes

She’d spent far too much time in Diagon Alley lately, so what better solution to that than to go to the place that made her weekends as a kid? Hogsmeade was still a dream to her, if a bit… shoddier than she remembered – it felt as much like home as the kitchens outside of the Hufflepuff common room, or the dark rooms inside of her flat. Dorcas remembered the excitement that buzzed through her the first time she visited Honeydukes, dragging her friends along by the hand and shoving different candies at them so they could share the lot later. Now, though…

“It’s much smaller than I remember,” she said to no one in particular, grabbing Spindle’s Lick'O'Rish Spiders off of the shelf and wrinkling her nose. “and I still can’t believe I ate these. I hate spiders.”

~

She was currently in Honeydukes looking for candy to satisfy her sweet tooth. Sometimes, she couldn’t help but have one, and other times she kind of ignored it as if it wasn’t there. Today was one of those days when she couldn’t ignore the little voice in the back of her head screaming for sweets. She’d been walking around for awhile unsure of what she wanted when she heard someone talking. She assumed she was talking to herself. Because, she knew she couldn’t be talking to her.

“Well, if they’re smaller than you remember.” She started, finally turning to face the person. “Then I suppose you’ll just have to buy more.” She offered, with a shrug of her shoulders and a smirk upon her features which showed no signs of leaving. “You hate spiders? That’s a pity. What did the spiders ever do to you? Hmm?”

[eleanorrosier]

@diagon-starters​

It had been a long day at the library where Eleanor worked. She had been irritated all day by the incessant pestering she’d gotten from people not knowing where things were. She knew it was part of the job. But honestly, there were times she found it beneath her to constantly have to help people of all sorts, especially when they hadn’t even bothered trying to find anything on their own in the first place.

She’d needed to blow off some steam. So she’d found a bar to get a drink in. She wasn’t sure if this was considered the good part of town or bad part of town. She hadn’t cared much, really. She could handle herself. She was on her third drink and she was beginning to get a bit mouthy. “Is everyone an idiot?”