Elliot Wright

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julietdemitri:

Something about the laugh made Juliet feel as if she was floating. Or maybe it was just the alcohol, but her hopelessly romantic heart was only elevated as her guard lowered from the intoxication. Yet she was still in enough control to keep her face neutral and not let the infatuation show. Her stomach growled as he mentioned fish and chips and suddenly realized she was famished, she’d have to remember to get food when the bartender came back. “Food sounds delightful… I seemed to have forgotten that bit.” She smiled when he was closer to her and his eyes seemed more vibrant than ever before.

When he mentioned her sadness she felt completely transparent. Why couldn’t she be better at hiding her feelings? She seemed to wear her heart on her sleeve and showcase everything to the world. She shrugged and tried to nonchalantly slide the piece of paper away from Elliot and under a menu. “Job stuff is complete madness. Ever met Rita Skeeter? If you have I’m sorry, but I promise you the way she treats outsiders is her being nice. She can make the Daily Prophet feel like a war zone that witch..” She looked and him and smirked, “Literal witch as well as bitch of a witch.”  She waved down a worker as they passed by, “I’ll have a butterbeer for now as well as an order fish ‘n chips and whatever this fella would like.” She nodded her head at Elliot and waited for him to order. She chose a more tame drink in hopes she would not become overly intoxicated and make a stupid decision in front of Elliot, for something about the man made her more nervous than she’d ever felt around any other wizard.

     elliot laughed, shaking his head at the younger witch, “food’s the important part, love. forgettin’ to eat while you’re drinkin’ is how ya find yourself incoherent ‘n singin’ along t’music that’s not playin’ -- i’ve learned that the hard way, y’know.” he placed his own order, paying for their food a drinks. elliot didn’t say much until his own fish and chips and beetle berry whiskey were in front of him. “i actually haven’t had the -- apparently unfortunate -- pleasure of meetin’ the witch myself -- i think she mighta been a bit before my time in hogwarts, and i don’t really ever find myself in the prophet offices. ya shouldn’t let ‘er ruin your day though, she’s not here after all,”  he pointed out, gesturing to the other patrons around them at the pub. “i’m sure that ol’ dumbleodre would have something far more inspirin’ to say to ya about that, but alas i’m not dumbledore.”

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julietdemitri:

Juliet looked down at the worn out piece of paper with disappointment. Another no. She had written yet another article for Rita to review so she could be considered for the newest journalist position, and once again Rita refused her. Something about how Juliet’s place was where her gift was and she shouldn’t be greedy. “Bullock.” She murmured to herself, crumpling the paper once more and tossing it to the side.

She rested her chin on her fists as she began to space out staring at the wall. It was the impact of the alcohol, of course. Juliet only drank when she failed, which wasn’t often since she was always striving for perfection. And having only had two drinks she still felt herself drifting. As a familiar face spoke in a crisp tone her head shot to the side, and a little too fast for the state she was in. She couldn’t help but beam as her eyes met the dark eyes of the handsome man she had met on the cruise. She hadn’t bothered contacting him afterwards, she felt it was most likely a fun and flirtatious meeting she could treasure as her first time feeling noticed by a man. Yet as she looked up she felt a little spark inside her, the spark telling her that this could be fate. She quickly shoved down the premature hope, “Somethin’ like that, yeah. You meetin’ anyone? Or did you come to drink alone like me?”

       his first reaction was laughter, usually that would be exactly what he’d come down to the hogsmeade pub for: drinking alone or with a friend had he been with someone. this time however, he’d just been looking to get away from the choas that had ensued within the hallowed halls of hogwarts castle. students were stressing over exams, the dada teaching assistant had not necessarily been prepared to take over the job before the year was even up, and elliot could only stay in his office avoiding all of it for so long.

       elliot frowned, noticing the slightly inebriated state that juliet was in and how she seemed to be upset. “well actually,” he began, taking a seat near the witch, “i came alone and for some fish ‘n chips, but i’m not opposed to drinkin’. and i’m certainly not opposed to drinkin’ with you ... but what’s got ya lookin’ so glum, love? you’re lookin’ a bit like someone spat in your pumpkin juice this mornin’. wanna tell me what’s wrong? been told ‘m rather good for that ya know, among other things, o’course.”

[wayfaringellie]

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[ @julietdemitri plotted a starter ]

      elliot wright was, in all honesty, often a disaster -- a chaotic good if you will. this had been proven time and time again with his numerous dumb actions under the influence of alcohol from unwanted musical numbers to the encouragement of reckless behavior. on the student travel cruise, he had spent quite a bit of time buzzed, for instance when he had met juliet demitiri on board and thought she was a student that he didn’t recognize. the conversation had gone well, considering his blood alcohol content levels, and eli was nothing if not charming in some way or another, he was certainly not above flirting with a pretty human being for fun, and he loved any excuse for easy theatre references. a pretty girl named juliet? perfect example. 

     though he vaguely remembered the two of them agreeing to make plans to hang out outside of chaperone duties, he’d yet to owl her or receive an owl from her. so when he saw her in the three broomsticks, looking idly into the distance, he took the opportunity for a charming reference once again, “see how she leans her cheek upon her hand! o that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek!” a laugh was lacing his voice as he continued, “fancy seein’ you here, love. hopin’ to run int’a me were ya?”

[frcmashess]

「 @elliot-wright​ liked for a starter. 」

      “this is going to sound crazy but i PROMISE i know what i’m doing.”  phoenix pulled the map from out behind her back, handing it to elliot.  inside she’d marked off a bunch of locations that made a perfect trip route.  “can i run my pitch by you before i try my parents? they’re not going to be happy so, i need to make sure i really sell it.”  after hogwarts, phoenix knew that she was going to need to get a REAL job.  that was all well and good but there was so much she wanted to see first;  to experience.  her plan was to work as much as possible the first few months of the summer so that she could focus on travelling the last three weeks of the summer.  then, she’d be happy to start searching for work.  it seemed like the perfect idea … but was it a pipe dream? 

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      “of course -- be my guest, kid, but i’ll have you know that i’m an enabler a lot of the time so i’ll tell ya t’go no matter what the pitch is. so long as you have plans to keep yourself safe during the duration of it -- both general travel safety and your safety during your transformation if it falls within the timeline -- then i don't see how there could be a problem with it.” nevertheless, elliot gestured for phoenix to begin her summer plan spiel.

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frcmashes:

       thanks to elliot, phoenix endured another transformation with little to no difficulties. she had a few scratches on her back but they were easily hidden with a glamor potion.  though she was a bit tired the next day when they were at sea, it was EASY to pass off her exhaustion as weariness from the constant travelling. as far as she knew, her roommate and the rest of the trip goers had no reason to think anything was amiss.  she worried a bit, mostly due to the fact that rita had EXPOSED a past lie to the entire wizarding community, but all in all things were going quite well. when she spotted elliot on the upper deck of the boat, she sidled up to him with a smile.  “wotcher, professor!”  the blonde was all smiles.  “thanks again … for everything.  are you looking forward to docking somewhere a little warmer?”  with light wash jeans and a plaid flannel shirt tied around her waist, paired with her trademark chuck taylor’s, phoenix didn’t look like she was ready to hit the beach.  in fact, she was better suited for the cobbled paths in wizarding brooklyn that they’d left behind days earlier.  truth was, phoenix didn’t go into the water much ( or at all ) … it would be too hard to explain the bite mark on her hip from when she’d been turned;  or any other injury she’d sustained thanks to her transformations.  most days, it was   S A F E R  to just stay on land.  “i heard that the st. regis suites have jacuzzi tubs in them.  would it be wrong to just stay inside the whole time? i’m tempted!”

    he’d been humming surfin’ u.s.a. by the beach boys rather loudly when nix had approached.  “hela there, nix, y’alright?”  elliot greeted in return,  face partially hidden by some very top-gun-tom-cruise esque aviators,  but grin still ever-present. “ah, kid, what’d i tell ya? ya don’t have t’thank me for it at all, it’s not a problem t’help ya out,” he reminded, waving off her thanks before chuckling. “yeah, i guess so -- i do enjoy some cold weather though and i don’t really enjoy sand or anythin’ -- gets everywhere and never goes away -- meanin’ that i’ll be admirin’  all this tropical beauty and everythin’ from afar so... nah i don’t think it’d be a bad idea t’stay in the hotel and enjoy the amenities of the suites, go chill in that jacuzzi t’ya hearts content, kid.” 

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julietdemitri:

She pondered it for a moment, truly trying to recall if she could have ever seen him at Hogwarts, surely she should have known someone as handsome as him, “Did ya ever do anything that could have made me notice you? Win any awards? Anythin’?”

     elliot hummed, thinking back to his hogwarts years. “i dunno, t’be honest. a lot of my high moments lay outside the world of academic achievement ... oh unless ya remember a kid essentially screamin’ the song i will survive ‘round exam time for his fellow sufferin’ peers? it was my just before my newts, so ya woulda been a fifth year. dumbledore gotta kick outta it, but not many other professors did.”

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julietdemitri:

“You must’ve been a very handsome fella if nothing has changed.” She smirked, “Gryffindors seem to have a knack for that.. I remember, gosh, must’ve been my third year or so.. but your house lost the cup on the very last day due to a prank gone wrong. Don’t s’ppose you were apart of that were you?” 

     “i like to think so,” elliot’s ever-present grin remained confident as ever. “ah no, that one i cannot take credit for, unfortunately. my trouble was usually more general annoyance and fighting -- which ‘m not proud of, and ‘m not an angry person but i never let my friends handle things on their own if i can help, y’know.”

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julietdemitri:

“Twenty-four max? You flatter me far to much, Eli, but I appreciate it all the same.” She blushed, “Pretty? Huh, wish I could go back in time to tell that poor pimpled faced girl that she was pretty.. poor thing didn’t stand a chance with the fellows back in the day. How about you, what was your Hogwarts reign like?”

     “been told that i haven’t changed that much since hogwarts in all honesty. still artsy, still loud, still babyfaced ... ‘m probably a little less reckless, i s’pose. i used to do a lotta dumb shit -- typical gryffindor stuff, y’know?”

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julietdemitri:

“Huh.. how old did ya think I was then? As for our time at Hogwarts, I was in the shadows.. way… way in the shadows. Also, I was chubby, quite the little chubbster.. so even if you did know me you probably wouldn’t recognize me.”

     “thought you were maximum twenty-four, t’be honest. my mate dem was in your year then -- gryffindor though. aw, but i bet ya were just as pretty then as ya are now.”

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julietdemitri:

“Well.. perhaps I want to be corrupted. I am 26 after all, I think I can manage a night out.. Plus I’ve always wanted to.. just.. never had a mate to go out with and learn from,” She puckered her lips, “That sounds sad d’sn’t it?” She smirked, “It’s fun, teasing you is fun.. plus I’m sure I’ll say something foolish sooner or later and then we’ll be even.”

     “wait, you’re twenty-six, love? well then, you were only probably two years below me maximum in hogwarts, can’t believe that we never met before this trip then, what missed opportunity.”

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julietdemitri:

“Believe it or not I’ve had few drinks in my life..” She sighed, “I’m quite the bore, but I am willing to try to change that, you can show me the wonders of firewhiskey and I can let loose.” She smirked as she referred to their initial encounter.

    “well i don’t wanna corrupt ya, fair maiden,” he teased, but then chuckled as she recounted the beginning of their interaction, “awh, you’re not gonna let it go that i thought you were a student, will ya, juliet?” 

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julietdemitri:

“I s’ppose we could handle each others presence outside of work..” She felt a shiver from the way he said love, giving it a whole new meaning, “What would you have in mind?”

     “well maybe we can meet up for drinks in hogsmeade or somethin’, i’m partial to a nice glass of firewhiskey after a long day.”

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julietdemitri:

“Sit in on your class, huh? Might take you up on that for kicks, I could write a killer article even.” She nodded, “I agree with that sentiment, but nonetheless I was meant to be a Hufflepuff and it’s clear as day to me in hindsight.” She shrugged, “Perhaps violin can be my next adventure.. Yea I love sports, but watching only, my coordination stops at instruments.”

      “and how about outside of either of our jobs?” a cheeky grin replaced elliot’s casual smile, as he looked down towards the smaller and younger witch, “would ya wanna see me anyways, love?”

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julietdemitri:

“I have always been obsessed with the arts and learnin’ in general.” She chuckled, “When I was sorted into Hufflepuff instead of Ravenclaw my young intellect felt quite bruised. You’ll be shocked to learn that I also play the piano.” She paused with a slight smile, “But no sports, whatsoever, and I am quite terrified of everything.”

     “you should come sit in on one’a my classes then,” elliot teased. “i still maintain that no one can every fit one hundred percent perfectly into any one house at hogwarts. i am a bit surprised about the piano -- you struck me as a violin type’a girl, love. though i can’t blame ya about the sports -- i’ve only ever been into watchin’ them myself.”