it's the devil that's tryna

Alix Delacroix || Owner of The Witching Hour And he told me I was holy He's got me down on both knees But it's the devil that's trynaHold me down, hold me down Sneaking out the back door, make no sound

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nottatty:

“Oh, I wanna know all the dirty little details, Ali.” She winked, eyes dropping to the form the other girl was now filling out. She’d almost forgotten they were at her place of work. Picking her cup of coffee back up from the counter, Atalia took a sip and wandered around the store. “Oh, I never said I haven’t. I’m sure I’ve forgotten most of them from my time at Hogwarts.”

“You are insatiable. I might have to have a word with that boy of yours about satisfying you properly.” Ali rolled her eyes and continued rifling through her papers. “So why the judgment about me forgetting mine then?”

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Far Too Long

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orion-bulstrode:

It had been far too long since Orion Bulstrode made an appearance.  Well, he had made one. Mariela and Jake’s engagement party. Although it was more of an attendance, bit of drinking, the avoidance of Mariela, and a bit more spirits before leaving. Now, he was visiting Knockturn Alley - looking for some niche items that involved Magical Creatures. However, as he rounded a corner, he was surprised to see a familiar face, “Sorry, almost ran into you.”

Alix made it a point to avoid Knockturn Alley when she could help it. The whole street gave her the heebie-jeebies and the attack just provided more evidence that the whole street was bad news. Unfortunately a customer request that she was unable to fill through her usual channels forced her to make a visit. She was just on her way out, parcel tucked neatly under her arm when someone stopped directly in front of you. Looking up she let out a nervous chuckle. “But you didn’t and that’s what counts.”

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ramonarappaport:

Ramona sat and took the drink with a grateful murmur, downing a big gulp before setting it down. “Oh, it’s so weird to be on the other side of the bar. I love it.” She glanced around at the club, eyeing the people dancing and drinking. It reminded her so much of high school, when she’d needed a fake ID to be a part of this scene. Luckily her adopted country had much more liberal laws about that type of thing. “How are you?”

I briefly considered bartending after I finished school. I am very glad I did not go down that route.” She chuckled mirthlessly with a shake of her head. “How am I? Oh just peachy. Bouncing right back from the heartbreak and shit.” Alix took a long drink from her glass, her eyes already scanning the room.  The good thing about being single again was that she could leave with whoever the hell she wanted at the end of the night.

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ramonarappaport:

Ramona still wasn’t totally sure if this was a good idea—-she still hadn’t found a way to talk to Brennan about the Ali situation, and in retrospect she realized she was kind of walking into things blindly. But for now it seemed like a good idea to keep an eye on her—and Ramona could never resist having a good time.

Spotting the other girl, Ramona smiled and waved. “You look hot!” she complimented, walking up to Ali and tossing a flirtatious smile at the guys entering the club, who were ogling her in the short black dress she had chosen for the evening’s festivities. “I cannot wait for this. I heard the DJ is supposed to be awesome.”

@alix-delacroix

All Ramona had to do was mention a club and Ali was in. After their last conversation it was hard to tell where they stood. Honestly Ali wasn’t even sure she trusted Ramona. But a club couldn’t hurt things. And the chance to get wasted and forget the shit going on in her life was always appreciated.

Alix waved Ramona over to her spot at the bar, handing a drink to the younger girl. On the street her mini skirt and crop top was risque, but compared to the other girls in the club she was practically in a nun’s habit. “Thanks girl. So do you. A little black dress never goes wrong.” She sipped at her own drink as her gaze flicked up to the DJ stand. “I’ve heard him once before. Trust me you will not be disappointed.”

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laurel-dursley:

“That’s very obvious,” Laurel nodded at her, waiting for her to open the door as she debating taking another drink of her coffee, before offering it to the other woman, “I believe that you’re going to need this more than I do.”

Alix shook her head and pushed the coffee cup back towards Laurel. “No, I couldn’t take your coffee. I’ll just suffer until Yana comes in and I can sneak away.” She got the door unlocked and held it open for Laurel. “After you.”

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dorianavery:

“Just trying to be a good host, of course.” Dorian said with a terse smile. “Doesn’t my wife drink wine with all of her friends? I didn’t know if you might prefer that. But good, I would hate to waste good whiskey.” He handed her a glass. 

Alix watched Dorian closely. Something about the man was rubbing her the wrong way, but she couldn’t quite put her finger on what it was. “Is there something wrong with her drinking wine with her friends?,” she asked with a light, innocent tone.

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nottatty:

She let her eyes linger on the bite-marks for a little bit longer before she looked back up. “Don’t you have some potion or some shit to help you remember?” Atalia leaned back and shrugged. “Always mind blowing. Though I seem to have a better memory.”

Alix rolled her eyes, rubbing at the bite-marks absentmindedly. “Merlin you really want to know the dirty details, don’t you?” She leaned back and reached behind the counter to grab some paperwork. Pulling out a pen she set to work on a form with a shrug. “Like you’ve never forgotten a night of drunken debauchery before.”

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rcsexweasley:

Rose looked at where Alix was pointing before spotting the girl also. “Oi! Wanna come dance with us?” Rose called maybe a bit drunkenly and pointing at the girl so everyone would know who she was yelling at.

Alix wagged her finger in a ‘come hither’ motion at the girl. The girl looked around for a moment before running towards them and the table. Alix reached down to help her up, stumbling towards Rose. “Come on. Up with you.”

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laurel-dursley:

The more minutes that passed the more that Laurel had started to wonder if something had happened.  It was possible that Alix was just running late, or that there was something that had happened.  But the more that the minutes passed, the more that Laurel started to think of all the things that could have happened, and most of them involved something terrible.  So she was relieved to see Ali finally come around the corner, even if she looked like a mess. 

“Yes,” Laurel nodded, looking her over, “I was starting to get worried.  Are you alright?”

Ali nodded, stifling a yawn as she ruffled through her pocket for her keys. “I’m fine. Just a bit of a late night, that’s all.” She was unsuccessful at hiding her second yawn as she pulled her keys out and moved towards the door. “I sort of missed my alarm this morning.”

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nottatty:

“But of course. It pays to live a little.” She passed the coffee cup between her hands, letting it warm up her hands. “Oh, that kinky bitch. I’m sure the dancing on the table is what really drew him in, but I can imagine what else you did to make him do that.”

She laughed, letting her shirt fall back into place. “I don’t remember but if I do I will be sure to tell you. Because obviously whatever it was works.” Alix glanced back at the door to make sure no customers were coming before leaning over to nudge Atalia. “What about you? Any completely mind blowing encounters recently?”

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nottatty:

“Under, over, tied down,” she shrugged, still smirking. “It all helps you get over someone.” Atalia waited until she was sitting next to her. “Well, out with it! I want to hear everything you remember.”

“Speaking from experience, are you?” Alix shrugged. “We met in a bar, I honestly don’t remember which one. He bought me drinks, I ended up dancing on a table, we made out. And then I assume we went back to his place.” She pulled up her shirt to reveal a red mark right on her hipbone. “Also, he was a biter.”

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nottatty:

Winking, Atalia followed her into the shop, hopping up onto the counter so she could watch Alix as she worked. “I mean, you’re doing the walk of shame, you downed the coffee like a shot, and you did tell me about the old beau.” She chuckled. “The best way to get over one man is to get under another.”

Alix rolled her eyes, setting her shoes on the counter beside Atalia as she walked back to her office to grab her books. “Who said I was under him?” Walking back out into the shop she hopped up beside the younger girl. “That’s a lie. I don’t remember anything so I might have been under him.”

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nottatty:

“Don’t be late to work and I won’t break your windows,” she teased, taking another drink of her own coffee. “Let me guess, you had a little bit of rebound fun after what’s his name?”

She raised an extended middle finger at Atalia as she drained the last of her coffee. Tucking the empty cup under her arm, she rummaged through her pocket for the shop keys. “That obvious, huh?” Giving up, she pulled out her wand and tapped the lock which unlocked with a soft click. “I left before he even woke up. Don’t even know his name. I’m not even that ashamed.”

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dorianavery:

“Alix Delacroix.” Dorian pronounced, trying to keep his voice steady. He hadn’t made up his mind about Delacroix—she certainly wasn’t his type of person, but then again, she didn’t seem like Valentine’s. He was waiting to see if there were any hidden depths behind the dramatics of it all. “I’m sure I am.” He nodded at her, then the drink. “You a fan of whiskey? I have others in the cellar if it’s not to your tatses.”

Alix met Dorian’s gaze, a charming smile spread across her lips. “Is that really that surprising? Do I seem like a hoity-toity drinker to you?” She shook her head. In her mind booze was booze. It didn’t matter how expensive or cheap it was as long as you got drunk. 

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daniellawalsh:

“No,” Daniella replied simply, shaking her head, “That’s not happening.” She’d never been a fan of dancing, and certainly not the kind that required getting up on top of tables.

Alix pouted down at the other girl. “You need to let loose a little, you  know that right?” She crossed her arms, still looking down at the grumpy gus.

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nottatty:

Atalia had ended the night of the engagement party exactly as she had started it, sober, angry, and looking for an exit. It hadn’t been a particularly late night, but she’d always hated galas–especially when she knew about the pub crawl. She snuck out of her house early that morning, trying to avoid her father, and had found herself heading toward Alix’s shop. She stopped for coffee before getting to the destination, only to find it still closed.

Taking a sip of one of the coffees, she glanced around, seriously considering breaking a window to get inside. Just before deciding, she heard the familiar voice and quickly held the untouched coffee out to her. “Just a few minutes. Perfect timing–saved yourself a broken window. Figured you’d need this after last night.”

Ali honed in on the coffee first and foremost and snatched it from Atalia.  She sipped at the hot liquid and sighed in contentment as the caffeine began to take effect. Looking back up at her friend she nodded. “Merlin do I ever. If I ever say “it will just be one drink” do not believe me.” She raised her eyebrow over her coffee cup. “I will charge you if you break my windows.”

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Going to the pub crawl had been a mistake. Alix knew she had to be at the shop bright and early the next morning When she’d arrived her internal promise to herself had been that she would have one drink per bar at most. A cute stranger with an offer of free drinks had ended that quickly. One drink turned to two turned to more. And with each drink her memory of the night faded. The following morning she awoke next to a stranger, her head pounding and body aching. And before he even realized she was there, Alix was slipping out of his apartment, shoes in hand.

The moment she was out the door, her wrist flew up to check the time. The minute hand was just past thirty and the hour hand was... Alix’s eyes flew open. “Fuck fuck fuck. I am so late.”  Shoes still in hand she apparated to the alley behind the shop, fingers flying through her hair in a desperate attempt to make herself presentable. She turned the corner only to find someone standing right outside the door.

“Shit. Have you been waiting here long?”