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@evelynfawley

evelyn rose fawley, 28, auror, ravenclaw alumni.

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— evelyn rose fawley

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BASICS

name: evelyn rose fawley

nicknames: ev, evie, vee

age: 28

birthday: october 4th, 1952

zodiac: libra sun, aquarius moon, capricorn rising

place of birth: london, england

pronouns: she/her

orientation: straight but curious

occupation: auror

BACKGROUND INFORMATION

current location: london

languages: english and french

education: private tutors, Hogwarts, auror academy

#inspo #bio #fc

it didn't matter how many times beck had thought about kissing evelyn. nothing compared to this. she was solid and warm and real against him, his senses everywhere. there was a white-hot need that burned through him. he couldn't think, couldn't breathe. he only could think of her. he surrendered into evelyn. he slid his hands over her cheek and into her hair that felt like silk to the touch. once the door closed, they were well and truly alone. no one outside where someone could see or hear them, not in a gala room surrounded by people he didn't want to talk to, not the hospital or anything. alone just like before when he was solely focused on her. "every night, but especially tonight," he corrected and smiled against her lips, could almost taste her words and how sweet they were. he didn't even realize that he pressed her against the wall near the door. beck didn't know his surroundings and had barely looked away from her since he walked in. "why don't you show me around?" he asked like it was a decision made. he had enough control to lean away, but it was only a moment before he latched onto her neck instead.

her fingers buried in his hair and she tugged from it slightly, unable to resist it. kissing beck was as easy as breathing, almost as if she was meant for it. she had been thinking about this for a while now, and while she didn't want to add too much expectations to it, reality seemed to be far better than her own imagination. her hands then slid down his body, his sides, feeling not only the fabric of his clothes, but the shape of his body, exploring as much as she could. a soft sigh escaped her lips when she felt his hands on her hair, a secret weakness of hers.

"mmm... good save" she teased, two fingers trailing his jawline slowly. she was ready for more, tossing aside any attempt of pretense that she didn't want what she actually wanted. but then he asked if she could show him around and before evelyn could even reply, he was kissing her neck this time. her eyelids closed and she tilted her head to the side, giving him more room to cover. "the only way i'm showing you right now is to my bed" she couldn't help but to moan softly as she took off his jacket.

beck wanted to forget what the night became and only remember the finer details such as how he was ending it where he hoped it would; on evelyn's doorsteps. he didn't want to think about sabrina or anyone else and the pull of his gravity was standing in front of him. "please, don't, i'm the idiot," he said, rushed to reassure her. it was a hideous irony to have any allergies when he had the ability to remove any potent irritations, but it was an irony he had to live with and a truth he didn't share with anyone as it was entirely too humiliating. especially now when the night between them had already careened forward. he didn't want anything else to stand in their way. "i wish i was joking," he grinned, matching her tone. he didn't know what he expected, but he bit down on a smile as she simply and quickly fixed the problem. beck waited patiently outside until she returned and his smile split into a grin. "okay," he echoed and didn't want to waste another second as he took a step forward and finally closed the distance between them with a soft kiss. he melted against her, his hands finding her waist, to step into her house, and he blindly kicked the door closed behind him. "you really are so beautiful tonight," he mumbled against her lips. the words tasted like a sweet secret he’d been dying to tell.

the next thing she knew was that beck's lips were on hers and that time stood still. they were both wizards, yes, but there was something magical about this kiss. after a series of misunderstandings and unfortunate events, the two of them still found a way to each other. her arms wrapped around his neck and she kissed him without hesitation. evelyn couldn't help but to smile against the kiss when he spoke.

"only tonight? wow" she teased playfully before kissing him again, this time more passionately than before. "and you are a great kisser..." she murmured in between kisses, letting her fingers play with the ends of his hair. it has been a while since she had been like this with someone else, she was always too busy with her job, and frankly, she didn't find other people as alluring and attractive as beck. "do you want to stay over?" the breathless words came out of her mouth before she could even process them.

dashing-diggory

Amos often forgot that not everyone researched into magical creatures. It was an interest he had held even as a young kid. "The legend goes that Augurey's predict death" Amos explained. "Of course, it is a legend and i wouldn't usually be concerned at just the sight of one. But this specific one have been circling the village for a few days now."

"Its not a pattern they usually follow and well i've heard rumours of small villages being attacked and i'd rather be safe than sorry and report it." Maybe he was being too cautious. It could be nothing. But if its was and he didn't try to help he would never forgive himself.

@evelynfawley

Evelyn listened and listened to his reasoning and nodded understandingly. "Well, I think we can cross reference with our intel" she commented. To be perfectly honest, she preferred to be cautious than to then wake up to an urgent owl of a village being tore apart by Death Eaters.

"Okay... come with me" she gestured for him to follow to her office. Her border collie, Cassian was there, sleeping. She walked towards a map of the UK. "Remind me again the village, please?" She asked curiously.

rita swirled the olive in her glass, her attention drifting ever so sparingly. a slow, sharp smile fixed on her lips. she didn't miss evelyn’s glance down at her own white gown and felt a swell of pity for a whole other reason. "oh darling, 'worthy' is such a generous word to throw around for this crowd," rita said. she leaned back and took a deliberate sip of her martini. "and i guess you'll just have to order a copy of the prophet and see for yourself. but if you're anticipating seeing yourself on the best or worst dressed list...you can save your breath. you went just below the radar. the minister's wife was disappointing and it was meant for mid-winter, not june. i expected more of her than something that could've been worn in the highlands."

this woman reminded her of all the women in the pureblood society who just loved to judge. of course she wasn't going to tell her anything, just as evelyn wasn't going to tell her about her own letters. evelyn sipped her drink as the blonde went on talking about the minister's wife. personally, she hadn't seen her, she had been pretty much hiding in the galleries, excusing herself from talking to anyone or crossing paths with beck and sabrina. "i'm sure people at work will talk about it" she said simply and drank again.

a wave of quiet relief bubbled through beck's chest at her nod, a slow understanding of the miscommunication between them. he grinned easily gave a breathless chuckle. "i didn't say anything because it was already too late-you were walking away ... i didn't want to bother you more than i already did," he admitted, his voice rough with genuine honesty. he didn't want to hide behind vague truths and smooth excuses he'd spent years perfecting in europe. he didn't want to do that now; not with evelyn. she had bared a lot to him the other night, and beck was still carrying a lie like a deadweight. he didn't know who he was, but he wanted to be as honest as he could. it was just them right now, and all the noises from the gala faded into blurry, gilded glory. at her invitation, he took another step forward, his hands falling to her waist with the layer of earnest permission and stopped when he remembered the dog. "i...i can't stay too long though. one drink," he promised. "i'm...allergic to your dog."

"oh..." she murmured. "now i feel kinda stupid" she chuckled awkwardly. it seemed that they had started with the wrong foot. maybe tonight they would change it and start fresh. evelyn looked up at him and offered him a coy smile.

beck took a step closer, his hands landing on her waist. his mere touch made her skin feel warm. all she had to do was lean in and do what she had been wishing to do for a while now. "early shift tomorrow?" she asked softly. however, when he said he was allergic to cassian, she paused and blinked rather shocked, as if that topic of conversation did not fit at all with the one they were having now. "are you for real?" she asked in disbelief, her jaw dropping slightly. "if i didn't know better, i would think that it's a sign..." she joked as she pulled out her wand. "lucky for you... my brother is also allergic to dogs, so I know a trick or two" she murmured. "wait here" she smiled softly and couldn't help but to lean over and press a light kiss on his cheek.

she then opened the door of her house and stepped in, keeping the door open as she casted a spell, it was like an invisible blanket covered every single bit of the house, even cassian who came rushing towards her. "now you can come in, it should be okay" she grinned at beck as she crouched down to pet cassian.

anyafawleyburke

The gala had ended in such horror that Anya had swooned onto a chaise in one of Burke Manor’s drawing rooms. The sickly green glare of the Mark in the sky made her nauseous, and the disappearance of the Minister hadn’t helped matters. By the next morning, the Prophet was awash in details of the gala, but it had not proven to be the glamorous re-entry into society that she had hoped. Now the press were waiting outside the gates of the estate as if the Minister would suddenly stride through them, no worse for wear.

So when someone knocked on the massive doors to the Manor, Anya strode briskly to answer then herself, rather than ask an elf to do it, as was customary. She wrenched the doors open and fixed the person standing outside with an imperious stare.

“Yes?” She asked. “How can I help you?”

Evelyn left before the Dark Mark appeared, otherwise she would've stayed there. And to be honest, she didn't find out until this morning. It was as if fate was determined to not let her enjoy a single moment of happiness or peace. Guilt washed over her when she found out the news, not only for the Minister, but because of her cousin, she shouldn't have left her alone.

So here she was, to check on her, but also to see if there was something missing. Already in her Auror robes, she landed at the gates of the Burke Manor, her hand holding Cassian's leash and she immediately unclasped it. He didn't need it. "Come on, boy" she said softly as she walked towards the house. The sea of bloodthirsty reporters began screaming questions at her.

"This is private property, and I will only say this once: you wait behind those wards or you'll be charged with trespassing and harrassment", her voice was calm and collected, but full of authority. "Now... behind the wards, please" she insisted and saw as the reportes backed off. Only then, she made her way to the door, Cassian by her side.

"By letting us in would be a nice start" she smiled softly, meaning her and her dog.

#anya 002 #hope this is okay <3

Hestia's eyes trailed over the art. "And just who claimed that one needed to be an expert simply to appreciate? I think art should be for everyone and if this is the piece that speaks to you, why not proclaim it?" Her voice held softness, appreciation of the art but also her ever-stubborn demeanor.

"I prefer that one over there." Her hand moved to point at one of a sunset by the ocean, soft orange hues. Something magical about it. - @evelynfawley

"Fair enough" Evelyn smiled. Hestia definitely had a point, art was quite subjective and no one's interpretation was better than the other, though she supposed that art experts were those who ended up setting the market value.

Her eyes drifted to the piece she mentioned, the sunset by the ocean. "Wonderful" she murmured softly. "It's just the way they use colours that get me, you know?" A magnificent job.

it was the first time he saw her place but it shouldn't have been. it was something beck should've done the last time instead of just letting her disappear from his townhouse. beck must've been wrapped in his own ego to not ask after her address to send more medicine to and because of that, his indecisions haunted him. beck was adamant in course correcting himself now. as he looked at the flowers she held, he nodded appreciatively, though every vibrant petal paled in comparison to her. he opened his mouth to tell her so, but the words died in his throat as she spoke, cutting right through him.

his brows furrowed in concentration, listening to her and he felt the weight of his mistakes sinking in. by trying to please someone else's mother, beck had gone and ruined someone else's night. he sighed out and nodded. "i'm not with sabrina. i'm not with anyone," he said, his thumb brushing the inside of her hand that he was still holding. "i wanted to be with you too-i should've come alone." he was sure the society columns would have something to say about it too. "would you do me the honor of starting over? If this night is already ruined, let me owe you another one. just us, and no one else."

evelyn blinked rather surprised when he said that he was not with sabrina. then why did he go with her? maybe they were friends? or maybe they were related? the pureblood society really liked to keep it in between them. still, this new information sort of caught her off guard and she didn't know what to say at first. "then why didn't you say that?" she blinked slightly confused, though the brushing of his thumb against her hand felt way too nice.

she stared at him when he went on and asked if they could start over. whether this was or not a good idea, it didn't matter, because her head nodded first. "I... yeah, I would love that", she agreed, offering him a soft smile. "um... would you like to come in? we can have another drink..."

rita measured a heated gaze on the witch, trying her best to conceal her sharper words. she recognized the woman as a cousin of the host of the evening and that wouldn't be within reason. instead, rita sipped on her strong, dirty martini. "oh please," rita said, shaking her head. "i didn't get a damn thing. but that's probably because whoever is doing this knows not to mess with me. i also don't have anything worth hiding. this will definitely go in the overview article tomorrow...along with how dreadful people's looks were. you would think between seasons, people would learn to incorporate more colors in their wardrobe."

evelyn tilted her head to the side and just observed the blonde witch. was this woman upset because she didn't get a fucking letter? was she serious? or maybe, she was the one behind it all. it was suspicious that out of everyone who didn't get a letter it just happened to be the nosiest woman of the bunch the one who didn't get anything. her self confidence was admirable, though. there were far more dangerous people in this event than rita skeeter. or maybe you are just not that interesting, she thought to herself. her comment about clothes and colors had evelyn looking down at her own white dress. should she expect an honorable mention in her column then? "so who's outfit was worthy of your attention then?"

"then you're the only one telling yourself that," beck answered softly. since moving back to london, he had muscled through his fair share of society events, but none had felt so clearly masked as a distraction by the ministry. it was a failure on the government's part to ignore the rising threat, and beck knew the pureblood elite were simply using the gala to scout for strategic prospects. he knew he had fallen on his own sword by arriving with sabrina tonight, but no excuse he could offer would ever measure up to what evelyn deserved. instead of explaining, he wrapped himself in the comfortable silence and allowed her to apparate them away.

when they landed, beck admired the front garden, taking in the beautiful, overflowing florals. it was exactly the kind of place he would have imagined for her. he helped her to the front door, his hand not leaving hers once they reached the checkered steps.

"it's nice," he commented with a faint smile, finding her sudden shyness enduring. he looked around before his eyes settled back on her. "now i know where you live and where to send any letters, medicine...or apology gifts. i'm glad i found you, but a little too late. would you believe me if i told you i wanted to dance with you tonight?"

Evelyn was expecting to just enjoy her night, listen to some useful gossip here and there that could be valuable for Alastor and the Order, and maybe spend some time with Beck. At least with the whole letters thing she had something to tell her boss about. And now Beck still found his way towards her by the end of the night.

They walked to the front door and Evelyn realized that she was incapable of letting go of his hand. The scent of the roses combined with the warm summer breeze made her smile to herself. It seemed like a nice closure of a chaotic night... if she ignored the fact that he and Sabrina were together. "Thank you... I've worked really hard on it" she admitted. "Those jasmines truly tested my patience" she murmured, her eyes drifting to the beautiful white flowers next to her.

His words were sweet and pretty much what she had been wishing to hear. She swallowed them all, but there was a bitter taste. "Beck..." she sighed softly and offered him a sad smile. "What are we doing here?" She asked quietly. "I... I mean, look. I like you, and yeah, I was hoping to see you tonight and maybe even spend the evening together... but if you are with Sabrina, then I don't think you should be saying all these things to me" she didn't want to be in the middle of that, but most important, she didn't want to be anyone's second choice. And sure, she may not like Sabrina Avery at all, but she didn't think she deserved having her partner flirt with someone else.

Bella listened carefully. It was always a toss up, which version of her you would get. The charming woman, raised with all the pure blood advantages, able to charm and behave just as expected, or the firebomb, seeking nothing but chaos, prone to blow at any moment, for any reason.

Hell, half the time you started with one, until she explored and became the other, for no other reason than time passing, and the past slipping.

For now, at least, she was calm, able to move through the world without hating everything in it. "What is it about that particular blue?" She asked, genuine curiosity in her voice, "I always found blue rather boring. Blacks and reds seemed far more powerful colours to me. When an artist uses blue I begin to suspect they are hiding something. Surely no one can default to such a calm colour."

"Hydrangeas" she responded without missing a beat. "They remind me of hydrangeas... my family's summer house has those" she hummed softly. She had a fairly happy childhood. Her parents, while their so called neutrality was leaning more in favor of Voldemort, they had also been very loving with her and her brother.

"Crimson or burgundy are lovely" she hummed softly. "Why not?" Evelyn asked with genuine curiosity. "Is calmness a bad thing to you?" She then asked.

beck looked down at her, taking in her slight flush on her cheeks from the evening the weight of the evening. he recognized it because he felt the same. a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips at her comment. it was clear she was still annoyed at him from before but he felt her sobering at the frustration. "you're the one who looks like a princess." there was still so much more to tell evelyn, someone who was new in his life who didn't know him inside out like sabrina or others. beck wasn't used to opening up to new people and he treaded through his words carefully. "sabrina isn't who i'm worried about right now," he said quietly and took her hand. "i was thinking about you most of the night." the warmth of her skin felt like an anchor in his hand. he didn't want to care about the party, the rumors, or the expectations stuffed into one room. right now, he only cared about evelyn and getting her home safely especially if there were death eaters at the event and people who knew what he really was. "please, let me take you home. i'll leave you alone after that if that's what you want."

"i... look ridiculous" she murmured, feeling some of the heat spreading across her cheeks, coating them in a soft shade of pink. "my mother was delighted of course" she rolled her eyes and shook her head slowly. she had been so excited at first, thinking that maybe the two of them would get to spend some time together, talk about art, life and share a drink or two. but then he said the magic words and evelyn immediately backed off.

evelyn listened and while her heart did skip a bit when he said that he had been thinking about her most of the night, that didn't erase the fact that he was with someone else. and yet, she was still holding his hand. she looked at him for a moment. she should say no, tell him thank you but no. but she didn't want that, and she didn't want him to leave her alone either. "very well" it was pathetic, really, her lack of will power. evelyn gave him a moment to brace himself and then apparated them away.

the pair landed at the front garden of her townhouse in primrose hill. the moon illuminated the white building that was covered with ivy and pink roses. the two of them stood in a checkered black and white tile path that leaded them to her dark blue door. on their sides there was a careful curated garden with flowers at full blossom. "muggles can't see it" she explained quietly before adding. "and now you know where i live..."

rita frowned at the frigid witch and then glanced down at the empty seat. "looks clear to me, did you want my permission too?" rita rolled her eyes. as if this night couldn't come to a deeper dark end, she was surrounded by bumbling fools who didn't use common sense. maybe that's what was going on; everyone else lost their minds, but rita was the only one unaffected. it was a normal reality in which she usually lived, but at least this time she had the foresight. "i think everyone is about to skin each other alive or something. this event is quite humid with gossip now, and there's too much to handle. pray tell, what did yours say?"

"well, maybe you were waiting for someone" evelyn shrugged her shoulders. why people were so rude? she wasn't having the best night either but she wasn't mistreating people for it. evelyn took a seat regardless and thanked the bartender when they handed her the firewhiskey. immediately she took a sip. it was strong, good, she needed it. at rita's comment, she looked around. yeah, she had a point and she wondered if this was something worth of running by at the auror department, or at least with moody. "i didn't get anything" she lied effortlessly. as if she was going to tell rita skeeter anything about her life or the games she was playing. evelyn took a sip of her drink. "you?"

"you know where i live, the wards are down for you," he said which was as open as he was willing to be in that moment. beck didn't want evelyn to slam bloody fists on his door again. the image rubbed a harsh thought into his head and he didn't want to live through that fear twice. beck watched in slow motion as her smile left her face and instead, a shadow fell over in a way he had never seen before from her. "we're-no-" he dismissed, but she was already slipping away. "that's not what i meant." beck watched her until she blurred into the rest of the crowd. he wished he could take back the last few minutes and do the conversation over again. he had no motivation to dance with sabrina, walk around with her, or drink with her. the only person he wished to do any of that with was the woman who was walking away from him. - beck could feel the night wear him thin and he was already looking towards to being alone. he walked through what was left of the crowd and he stopped short when he saw evelyn sitting on the stairs near the front of the parlor. he owed her a couple of apologies, but instead, beck offered his hand to help her up. "i wanted to find you before i left...i'm headed out. do you want to come with me?"

well, this night had been a fucking fiasco. not that she would ever tell anya that. between finding out that beck and sabrina were dating, and the stupid letter that she got, evelyn was ready to leave. she didn't even get to dance a song and felt too ridiculous with her dress now. maybe having that extra glass of double firewhiskey hadn't been the best idea because now she was sitting on the staircase, hoping to gain some will to stand up. she could always stay, she was sure anya would let her crash in a room.

evelyn leaned her head against the polished railing and just watched the people pass. that was until a familiar face approached to her. "you look like a prince... it's annoying" she blurted, unable to stop herself from taking his hand and lazily stood up. "i don't think sabrina would appreciate that" she said as she carefully climbed down the few steps, still holding his hand, trying to make that moment last as much as she could.

Marlene let out a soft laugh, swirling her drink as she glanced back at the painting. “See, that’s exactly what I mean. You look at it and get all that.” Her hand gestured vaguely toward the canvas. “I look at it and think someone spilled blue paint and got very lucky.”

The teasing was gentle, fond. “But I like hearing you explain it. Makes me feel like I’m looking at an entirely different painting.” At the mention of Ravenclaw’s tower, she snorted. “Though I suppose if I’d spent more time staring at stars and less time earning detentions, maybe I’d be seeing miracles too.”

Evelyn laughed softly and then shrugged her shoulders. "My mother always said I had a wild imagination... I'm not sure if she was too thrilled about that" she admitted with a nostalgic smile. Her relationship with her mother was complicated at best. She loved her dearly, but she was intense. "Well, technically speaking, you can say that" she grinned.

"It is clearly not the same painting for you that it is for me, so it is safe to say that it is a different painting for each person" she hummed softly. However, what she said about detetion made her laugh wholeheartedly. "Too much detention, huh?" Evelyn was certain that she had never been in detention.

location: burke manor post letters sent out status: open to all!

something was wrong. rita had seen nearly five people so far rip open letters and glance around the room with a newfound fear in their eyes. some people left and others stayed looking like they had walked through a ghost. this wasn't good since the evening was meant to applaud many points of celebration and they had made sure security was prestine enough to not let any threats in. rita didn't know was hurt more: people around her opened letter after letter or the fact she didn't recieve anything. she didn't like to be left out of things. "what?" she asked when she got to the bar. "if you want any pity, maybe you can find it at the bottom of your drink but you won't find it from me. just remember."

evelyn looked at the so called journalist and frowned. if it wasn't just her luck that of all people, she had to sit down next to rita skeeter. "huh?" was all she murmured before ordering a double firewhiskey. there was so much that was troubling right now: from the letters to the soreness of her wound that was perfectly hidden by her dress. "i just asked if this seat was empty..." she shook her head slowly and disapprovingly as she waited for her drink.

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