Ellie Fletcher vs. the Wizarding World

Eileen "Ellie" Cora Fletcher. Canadian witch, artist, ex-auror. Ilvermorny alumnus from the house of Thunderbird. Ellie's life revolved around her twin sister Vix. That is until Vix was killed in the line of duty, and Ellie developed PTSD. She abandoned her career as an auror - a career she did so well at. After a period of indulging in alcoholism and recreational drug use, she sobered up, becoming an artist, and moved from Vancouver, Canada to London, England. Ellie is currently living out of her studio space in London - not because she can't afford a flat, but because she can't imagine living alone. What will a twin do as a singularity?

[ellievslondon]

It was another party she hadn’t quite gotten an invitation to. Though she didn’t exactly have a mailbox, and everyone else had gotten an invitation, so she didn’t precisely consider it crashing the party. She was an uninvited guest, and no questions were asked about such entering the event.

She couldn’t have not gone, even though her bones ached at the idea, and peace, though ideal, wasn’t an option in her mind. Her dreaded curiosity hadn’t died with her unwavering bravery. The opportunity to take such an eclectic audience in had won. Though she felt more cautious than usual. She knew more about these folks than they knew about her.

“Did everyone and their dog show up? Were we expected to memorize a dance for a flash mob before we arrived? Does everyone really have my sick sense of curiosity? And am I over or under dressed? I really can’t tell now.”

[weasleyxlouis]

Louis coughed into his fist, and the hand came away wet with drops of blood once again. He hadn’t thought an unbreakable vow would be able to police his thoughts, but there the evidence was. He pictured a calm beach. It didn’t work so he pictured Jonathan Marks and Lawrence Frisk hanging from an old fashioned gallows. That did the trick. As long as he didn’t think about killing them himself he should be fine until midnight. Louis sensed someone staring at him and turned to catch them in the act. “What are you looking at?”

[ellievslondon]

The red left gently against his lips and pooling in his hand. The nausea, and blurring of her vision. It seemed like an endless moment, but only a moment. No time passed for Ellie as she stared at the young man. That accusatory tone jumped her back with a disorienting start.

“I just- Are you alright?”

[woodnotlie]

“I had twelve butterflies in my hair so it was even. Now I lost one. Eleven is a prime number and prime numbers are unlucky. There are forty-four butterflies on my jacket and eleven is a factor of forty-four. Does that cancel out the bad luck?”

[ellievslondon]

“Bad luck,” She snorted at the idea, “Butterlies are a symbol of freedom. As delicate as they are, they can fly the globe, and entrance us all with their grace. You can’t worry about luck when you’re robed in such a thing. You are beyond luck. Tonight at least. Fifty-five butterflies are more than enough to protect you. Whats your patronus?”

[deeper-end-of-dupond]

NYE

“I don’t think it’s a good idea to be ‘ere. I’m leaving and you should come wit’ me.”

[ellievslondon]

“As much as I love running away with handsome and mysterious strangers, I’m pretty content to see how this unfolds,” Ellie gave a sly smile to the man beside her that surely couldn’t have mistaken her for somebody else, not with the glimmer of her hair charmed to look like liquid chrome for the night. Though content really meant desperately trying to assess if it was even possibly safe to say. Even from across the ocean, she knew some of these faces.

[mccallofthemoon]

“Just a sparkling water, even at midnight,” she gave her order to Poppy with resignation. Her feet hurt as they constantly did these days and she wasn’t as confident in the billowing cut of the dress she was wearing as she had been when she tried it on in the shop. It was silly at this point to still be concerned with cleverly cut dresses and robes and concealment charms on her work clothes. Another few weeks and none of that would be enough. She fully expected to explode outward any day. She should have already disclosed at the auror’s office. Four months. It was time to be open, but it still filled her with anxiety.

[ellievslondon]

“How responsible auror McCall. Perhaps my new years resolution should be to be more like you,” Ellie leaned her back against the bar, elbows propping her up, and half finished drink glinting beside her, “Albeit there might be a little too much wine and cheese in my career to avoid it altogether. They say willpower is a limited resource.”

[scorped-by-the-gods]

Jonathan Marks, he could take. He’d had a fun conversation with his former dormmate. Jon kept the false sympathy about his condition and about last year’s kidnapping light, he could match him sarcastic comment for sarcastic comment, and he didn’t get offended as easily as Scorpius remembered. Plus, it was flattering to be subtly recruited to help take over the Ministry of Magic, which there was no mistaking that was what the tangents on spirit user rights were supposed to be leading to. Scorpius said he’d pass on revolution for now, it was accepted with grace, and they spent another few minutes talking about business plans. It turned out Jon had been to Nott Scorpions a fair amount, and if he could be believed, a lot more recently than should have been possible, which could have been a mildly terrifying thought, but Scorpius took it in stride. The only tense moment was when Scorpius cracked a joke about how easily Jon had gotten rid of his wife compared to how long it took him to get Vasilisa to cry off their engagement, but even then Jon swallowed it after a moment of murderous eyes, laughed, and promised him a list of good names if he ever wanted to drown someone to get away from Diana. It was a good time catching-up, for what it was.

Criminals recently released from Azkaban he could take, a few of them came up and made weird comments about his father or grandfather, but no more so than he was used to from other audiences, less than some of the Ministry employees actually, and for the most part, he couldn’t even tell the groups apart, not remembering pictures in the paper that well. That was another thing, how well some of the escaped prisoners were getting on with those from the Ministry who actually showed up. It looked like there may even be a few offers to talk to the Minister about pardons being bantered. 

It was a cool night. Bizarre, but cool and strangely relaxed. He hoped the food wasn’t drugged. It didn’t seem likely with the no harm vow, but it would explain the sense of calm in ninety percent of the attendees. However it happened, he wasn’t going to question. He was going to have his required couple of dances with Diana, make some more business connections, and enjoy himself.

That was the plan until he saw what he couldn’t take. Lawrence Frisk, Joshua Radley, the redhead from the potion shop in Hogsmeade he’d saw later in the Forbidden Forest, and fucking Bellamy whatever-her-last-name-was. 

He had every excuse to go a bit stiff, to go paler than even usual, grip his drink more tightly than necessary, to forget what he might have been saying to whom, and to head straight for the bar. He would have been excused for heading right out the door.  It wouldn’t even  read differently,  if Lawrence came over, clapped him on the back, and started in on how good it was to see him, which wasn’t so unlikely. It would seem like his former kidnapper was taunting him. 

If Bellamy was warm to him, that was a bigger problem if the wrong people saw, but she wasn’t likely to approach him. None of them were likely to approach him if they really did consider him an ally. They were smarter than that, right?

He needed a drink. His drink was full but he needed another. 

“Three scotches,” he told the bartender. “Don’t look for other people. They’re all for me, and I do need them all at once. I’m going to levitate them out onto the balcony with me.”

[ellievslondon]

“Frankly mon cher, it is insulting that you didn’t automatically order six. No - not so that you ordered some for me. So that you can catch up,” Ellie gave a tease, sliding in next to Scorpius at the bar. It was an exaggeration of the amount of alcohol she had consumed. Two shots to loosen up, and now she was nursing an amber cocktail. It wasn’t normal for her to nurse, and possibly the best give away to someone who knew her that something was off. But without Asbjorn at the party, she was lucky enough that no one knew her all that well.

[ellievslondon]

Ellie’s look for the NYE event, which she calls “Do yourself no harm on my fingers.”

[ellievslondon]

the-storm-macleod:

Sam’s eyes narrowed at the sudden change in her tone. It was enough to make him suspicious, confused even. But she seemed genuine somehow, and perhaps that was more terrifying. He scoffed, and took a tiny sip of his water to keep his hands busy. “Probably not,” he shrugged. After all, where had opening up actually got him, in the end? Disconsolate and more alone than ever after Ella and Kinsey had fled back to America without so much as a proper goodbye? Having to stand and watch as Prue and Cora left as though his heart wasn’t breaking? Opening up only ever ended in you losing. 

She gave a single soft chuckle, turning her head to look the other way, “Well then you can keep up the illusion without trying to insist I find you boring,” Tilting her head back a little she glanced at him over her shoulder, in a show of being overly coy, “But I’ll let you stew on that yourself. You might have come to a social venue and unintentionally initiated this conversation, but it seems to me that you’d rather be alone,”

[ellievslondon]

neither-norah:

“Don’t worry,” Norah gave a grin, that she hoped would be reassuring, and stooped to pick up the defensive pads and began to fasten them onto her hands. “Worst case scenario, you accidentally end up walloping me, and I dare say I’ll get over it, even if it stings my pride.”

“If I wallop you I’m going to be ashamed of myself for not having better control,” She raised an eyebrow, trying to seem a little more relaxed. Though tight control had never quite been her forte, she had done well enough at not hurting sparring partners, “It’s been a while since anythings tested my reflexes. I’m just trying to find my zone,”

[ellievslondon]

neither-norah:

“If you could, that’d be great,” Norah smiled over her shoulder, scooping up her water bottle and heading towards the ring. Her hallowed ground. Every time she ducked under those ropes the rest of the world faded away. “We can just start by you showing me some combinations, that sort of thing.”

Ellie detoured to retrieve the pads, sliding her hands through the straps. Before she ducked through the ropes of the ring herself, she slipped the pads up onto the pedestal. As Norah spoke, she offered the pads in front of herself to the other woman. Nodding her head at the words, she appeared more serious now. That nervous tension was still there, but that wide grin was gone, "I can do that,"

[ellievslondon]

the-storm-macleod:

Maybe I just enjoy playing into whatever expectation people always seem to have of me, since nobody wants to know my actual self.

Ellie wanted to snap out some snarky response, but some long ago defeated part of her felt for his sentiments. She remembered when someone would assume because she was Victoria’s twin, that she had to have the same personality. While it was far from true, every so often she would get tired of snapping at people and would put on that quieter, more polite air that her younger twin would wear. 

“If I tried, would you let me?” It was a genuine question, posed more softly with an earnest look in her eyes. It was ironic that after her memory of being forced to act like her sister, that she pulled an expression that was more Vix than it was Ellie.

[ellievslondon]

the-storm-macleod:

Starting to get that, yeah. It’s just what. 

It’s just that you keep insisting that I think you’re boring. While it’s true that you seem to have a different idea of excitement from me, I don’t think that you’re boring. In fact, you’re rather witty and mysterious.

[lycanthro-parry]

Diagon Alley

[ellievslondon]

lycanthro-parry:

I’m sure he’ll find a way, I mean, the guy clearly has some sort of magic *he laughs* But you’re right. Christmas is all about spending time with the people you love, that’s what’s important

*She laughs with him* We’ll have to see. Well at any rate, thanks for the reminder, and Happy Holidays.

[ellievslondon]

neither-norah:

“Nah,” Norah shook her head, picking up the things she’d taken from the buckets, tossing them back into their respective tangles of resistance bands and skipping ropes. “We’ll have to get you a proper British team, we have the best quidditch clubs in the world-” she cut herself off, hunting around to work out where somebody had left the training pads. As usual, not where they were supposed to be. “Well we’ll see how you can wade before we go off the deep end, get our eye in,” she smiled, turning back to Ellie, having finally spotted the pads lying on top of a weights bench. “We can do it in the ring though,” she gestured with her head towards the almost sacred platform in the middle of the room.

Ellie looked up at the ring. Without meaning to, she took a deep breath, an old habit from preparing for a match, “Sure. Want me to grab the pads?”

[scorped-by-the-gods]

Hallow-Birth-Mas Year’s Eve

[ellievslondon]

scorped-by-the-gods:

Center of attention for the night before I disappear into the background. Literally in case you haven’t heard. Fatal and acute vanishing sickness. For real, not just a line to inspire a pity shag. 

No. This is news to me. And I want to be upset, and cry that you can’t disappear, that I’ve barely met you and that’s not fair... But you used the word shag, which just is a hilarious word to anyone born in North America.

[ellievslondon]

scorped-by-the-gods:

“Yeah, he’s a one in a billion,” he said cheerily even while being hit with the feeling none of the preceding conversation matter and he was sudden;y ten times less interesting to someone that wasn’t even there.

“Oooh, I’d kill for someone to say that about me but I have an identical twin so the best I can hope for is one in five hundred million, which just doesn’t sound so great,”

[ellievslondon]

feather-ed:

“I, uh, I already have a career, but thank you,” he stated, already reaching for card despite the words that came out making it sound as if he wasn’t interested. “You’re really quite welcome. I’d really like to see your work one day.”

“Midlife crisis, you never know,” She gave a bright smile, “Well if I ever run into you while I have some work up, I promise to offer to drag you there with me,”