Florence Yaxley

@florenceyaxley

It feels like one of those nights we won't be sleeping.

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Aurora hadn’t really expected the woman to linger and make conversation. “Oh, yeah,” she replied with a small. It had only been a couple of weeks since Remus had asked her, and she was still happily floating in the little bubble they had created together. “I’d like to think it’s a bit of both,” she added. They had come such a long way, even with the time apart, and deep down, she knew he would be the one she wanted by her side. “I’m Aurora,” she offered, extending her hand toward the other.

"Cute," she remarked with a smile. It was funny, watching people around her get engaged. Suddenly something she had wanted all her life seemed absolutely terrifying despite growing pressures from her mother to settle down. "Florence," she replied, shaking her hand warmly. How very formal. "Congratulations then, it sounds like you're very happy."

Charity laughed, rolling her eyes as she picked up her drink. “I was, technically,” she admitted with a careless shrug. “But let’s just say the wizard was a bit… peculiar. Ten minutes in, and he was passionately describing his collection of self-stirring cauldrons. Riveting, really.”

She took a slow sip, setting her glass down with a smirk. “So I decided my night deserved better company. And lucky me, look who I found.”

Florence laughed instantly at Charity's admittance, a lovely true laugh as her eyes twinkled with amusement. "The poor guy," she gasped playfully, clutching her hand to her chest. "Did you at least give him an excuse or is he pitifully waiting around the corner for your return?" she questioned.

"Lucky you," she agreed with a gentle tilt of her head. "Men are always worse company anyway." While she did have her fair share off male friends, and had had various flings with men, she really did find that women were on the whole more engaging.

The witch tilted her head, eyes glittering as she leaned in closer. “Never, hm?” she echoed, her tone lilting with mock doubt. With a grin tugging at her lips, she reached up, brushing her fingers along Florence’s cheek as she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

“Good,” she teased, voice low but bright with mischief. “I’d hate to catch you lying to me this early in the evening.”

"Absolutely never," she confirmed with a serious nod. "I take nights out very seriously." However her show of seriousness disappeared a second later when Charity's fingers brushed her cheek and a faint blush followed in their wake. She laughed softly, shaking her head. "And I'd hate to disappoint."

Once they had fresh drinks Florence twirled her straw between her fingers, looking over at Charity. "So were you on a date?"

Evan let out a low laugh, sharp at the edges, the kind that seemed to weigh whether her words were challenge or entertainment. “Never said women were made for it, just that I know what I like. If that happens to line up, all the better.” His smirk deepened, shoulders squaring with quiet confidence.

When she pulled her arm away, he let her go without resistance, though his eyes lingered with a dark amusement that implied he’d allowed it. He followed her toward the stall, his pace unhurried, all the more deliberate in contrast to her energy. “Good,” he said, the warning in her tone only fanning the spark in his. “I’d hate to think I’d wasted the price of admission on someone who couldn’t hold their own.”

At her mention of chimney cakes, he hummed, eyes flicking to the vendor before back to her. “Sweet tooth, then. Fitting.” His lips curved in a slow, mocking grin as he came to stand beside her. “And if I win? I’ll take another date.”

"In that case, has it ever occured to you that i'd like to figure out what that is without being explicitly told?" she asked, an innocent look on her face as she tilted her head. An innocent look that was completely quelled by the sparkle in her eyes that said she was anything but.

Florence laughed again, shaking her head slightly as she leaned against the stall, waiting for him to meet her. "I'm sure you could afford it," she mused playfully before turning back to the vendor. "What can I say? I have my vices," she nodded at the mention of her sweet tooth. "Keep that in mind if you ever feel like sending me a gift," she joked.

"And if you win," she nodded, waiting for his answer and she looked up at him. "You seem pretty confident you'll enjoy this one enough to want another," she murmured, eyes flickering to the smirk that seemed ever present on his lips.

#I swear i answered this but i cant find it #Chat: Evan

Evan chuckled, the sound low and amused, leaning just enough closer that she could feel the warmth of his shoulder against hers. “Ah, so you do have a sense of danger after all,” he teased, eyes glinting. “I like that in a date — someone willing to risk a little embarrassment just for the thrill.”

He gestured toward the dart stall with a mock flourish. “Alright then, a fair fight it is. But don’t think I’ll go easy on you. I’ve been known to leave a trail of smirking opponents in my wake.”

Tilting his head, he studied her with a lazy, calculating grin. “Though… I might let you win, just to see that triumphant little spark in your eyes.” His tone dropped just enough to be intimate, playful, a promise of fun for the night ahead. “So, love… ready to see if your aim is as sharp as your wit?”

"Of course I have a sense of danger," she nodded, "How much I listen to it is up for debate but I definitely have one." Florence laughed, looking up at him with an elegent eyebrow raise. "You have a habit of mentioning what you like in a date," she mused. "Has it ever occurred to you that women aren't made solely to please you?" she asked teasingly.

She laughed, patting him gently as she pulled her arm from his. "You seem to have forgotten that I grew up with an older brother. I will lose all respect for you if you even think about going easy on me," she admonished with a warning look, walking towards the stall.

"Well, I'm playing for a sweet treat, fine; I've had my eye on one of those chimney cakes," she said. "But you? What do you get? In the unlikely event that you win."

Charity picked up the empty glass, letting her fingers brush Florence’s ever so slightly as she held it up with a grin. “I insist,” she said, her voice smooth and teasing. “Another round—would be a shame to waste such a promising evening just sitting still.”

She leaned in just a fraction, letting her presence fill the space between them, eyes glinting with mischief. “Unless, of course, you were planning on doing all the drinking yourself—and hoarding all the fun while you’re at it?”

"Well if you insist," Florence allowed with a sweet smile. She let Charity take the glass, leaning her elbow on the table and resting her chin on her hand. "Oh I'd never let a promising evening go to waste," she argued with a small shake of her head.

Her smiled widened as Charity leaned in closer, letting her eyes flicker over and taken in every inch of her face. "I would never," she disagreed with a small frown.

Florence Yaxley wasn’t the worst company to stumble across, things certainly could have been worse. Alecto gave a slight shake of her head. “No, they’re with the nanny today.” Normally, she would have her children in tow, but some errands were far simpler without them. “And you, Florence, have you been keeping well?”

"Lucky nanny," she replied with a smile. While Florence was in absolutely no hurry to have babies of her own, she had always loved children and was happy to play with other people's. "I've been well," she confirmed with a small nod. "Though I wouldn't be sad to see the weather improve a bit."

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Aurora lifted her gaze, letting it settle on the face that matched the voice cutting through the air. “Thank you,” she murmured, her tone gentle as she tried to place a name to the figure before her. Reaching out, she nudged the sugar closer. “Here you go… no trouble at all.”

"Thanks," she smiled, taking it and pouring a little into her tea. "So, newly engaged?" she asked as she stirred in the sugar, mixing until it dissolved. "Or still just so in love you can't help proclaiming it?" she asked playfully.

Evan chuckled softly, letting his eyes follow her as she made her way toward the counter. He tilted his head, the corner of his lips curving in amusement. “Ah, a challenge then,” he said, voice low and steady, though a teasing note danced in it. “I do enjoy a good puzzle… especially one that comes with a smile like that.”

He fell into step beside her, careful to match her pace without crowding, letting the warmth of the moment linger. “Don’t worry,” he added, with the faintest shrug, “I’ll take my time figuring it out— wouldn’t want to spoil the fun.”

"I have a funny feeling you like a challenge," she hummed in response, his reply quickly solidifying that belief. She laughed at his compliment, that smile lighting up her face. "Oh, you are a flatterer, Evan Rosier," she mused.

Florence paid for the books, thanking the worker as they were placed in a bag and handed back to her. "Don't wait too long," she replied, pushing her hair back over her shoulder. "I could very easily get bored," she teased, stepping into the fireplace to floo to her next stop. "See you around," she called, fluttering her fingers in a wave.

Evan’s grin widened just enough to hint at mischief, though his posture stayed composed, deliberate. He finally let the book slide fully into her hands, fingertips brushing hers for the briefest moment before withdrawing.

“If I had used that line before,” he said, voice low and steady, “I’d like to think it wouldn’t have sounded quite the same.” A faint pause, his gaze lingering on her as though weighing his next words. “Besides… you don’t strike me as the type who’d fall for recycled charm.”

He shifted slightly, leaning back against the shelf with an easy confidence, eyes still fixed on her. “Tell me then—what does work on you? Or would that be giving too much away?” His tone carried the same smoothness as before, softened by a playful curiosity.

Florence laughed softly, giving him a pointed look. "I absolutely will not fall for recycled charm," she promised, holding the books loosely to her chest as she looked up at him.

"Oh, you can figure that out of your own," she replied, with a playful smirk and a shake of her head. She turned to walk towards the counter to buy the books in her hand though she had never really been much of a reader. "Or you can at least try," she challenged, flashing him a grin over her shoulder. Afterall, a girl never gave away her secrets quite that easily.

Evan's footsteps followed hers, their sound hitting her ears in the quiet space. She walked purely to see if he would follow her and a small smile graced her lips when he did so. She nodded in confirmation, leaning against the bookshelf to look at him. "He has and as much as I love him I don't think it's all that fair," she replied in a low conspiratorial voice. "And he's definitely not the prettiest Yaxley."

Florence threw a smile in his direction as he laughed, pushing the book back into the shelf. "Could you get that for me?" she asked, pointing the a thick book on the top shelf. Of course, she could easily get it herself, she was a witch after all, but big tall men liked getting big tall jobs.

She felt a pleasant warmth in her stomach as he surveyed her, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. She laughed softly at his words, rolling her eyes with a small shake of her head. "Corban not really your type?"

Evan followed the direction of her gesture, an amused smile tugging at his lips as he reached easily for the book she’d pointed out. He didn’t comment on the obvious fact that she could have managed it herself—he only offered it over with a small dip of his head, as though indulging her request was something of a privilege.

“Corban?” He gave a soft laugh, shaking his head as his hand lingered just a moment on the book before letting it go. “Not quite my type, no. But you—” he caught her gaze with calm intent, his tone more measured now, “—you’ve a way of making a person forget there’s anyone else worth noticing.”

He smiled at her and she had a feeling he knew what she was doing - asking him for the book when she could get it herself - but still he did as she asked. She smiled as he handed it to her, her fingertips grazing his as she gripped the book. “Thank you,” she said, though he didn’t let go straight away. He was a gentleman, she thought, with the dip of his head and a job well done.

Her eyes lingered on the book before they trailed up to meet his again, a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she waited for his answer. Evan held her gaze as he spoke, the briefest of pauses between words as their eyes met and he brought his words back to her. Florence was used to compliments, she knew how to look good and often used it to her advantage, but despite that Evan’s words pleased her, that earlier warmth spreading throughout her body. “Oh, you’re a charmer,” she said lowly, shaking her head and looking away, though the smile played on her lips. “Have you used that line before?”

where: end of summer fayre who: @florenceyaxley

The fayre was exactly the kind of spectacle Evan usually avoided — crowded, noisy, all that false cheer. But with Florence at his side, it was hard to be his usual cynic. He’d owled her half on a whim, half because he wanted to see if she’d actually say yes — and now, with the redhead beside him, he found himself quietly smug about how well the idea had played out.

“See?” he said, offering her his arm as they strolled past the glowing lanterns strung between stalls. “Not so bad when you’ve got good company. Admit it — you’re impressed I managed to drag you here without a single bribe.” His grin tilted lazy and knowing, the kind that suggested he didn’t mind if she teased him back.

The fire-breather at the far end of the street drew a burst of applause, and Evan glanced down at Florence, his eyes alight with amusement. “Go on then, pick a game. If you win, I’ll buy you something sweet. If I win—” his glance slid sidelong, playful, “—well, I suppose I’ll just have to think of something worth collecting.” He tipped his head toward her, watching the lantern-light catch in her hair. “So, Florence, what’ll it be? A fair fight, or do I get to make you blush in front of half the village first?”

Florence loved dates. Truth be told she often thought she should go on more dates just for the excuse to get dressed up and get nice food. This date was a little different. She had smiled when she received Evan’s owl, a little surprised despite their recent flirtatious meetings. She usually knew anyone who had been friends with Corban first would avoid seeing her in any sort of romantic light, but Evan seemed the think she was worth at least a little fun.

She took his arm after he offered it, a small smile playing on her lips. “I’m impressed you managed to drag me here, yes,” she agreed with a small hum. “But, I’m not very impressed with my own common sense for letting you do so,” she joked teasingly. “This doesn’t seem your scene at all.”

“That is not fair terms at all,” she disagreed, shaking her head though a smile played on her lips. “You have to say what you want in advance or how do I even know I want to risk it?” She asked with a slight tilt of her head. She scoffed in the most ladylike way she could. “Game on, Rosier.”

Charity laughed softly, a low, warm sound that seemed to linger in the space between them. “Abandon a date?” she echoed, shaking her head with exaggerated innocence. “Oh no, Florence… I simply made a very important detour.”

She leaned back just slightly, letting her eyes travel over the redhead with deliberate ease. “Though, I must admit… following you here might have been the best decision I’ve made all evening.”

Florence laughed lightly, a tinkly sound as she shook her head. "Your poor date," she complained with a small pout though she didn't really care about whoever Charity had been here with.

She smiled, the gesture flirty as Charity's eyes ran over her. Clearly she liked what she saw. "You can't have been having a very good evening so. We'll have to change that, do you need a refill?"

#Chat: Charity #last reply before bed

Charity tipped her head, feigning innocence as she took a slow sip of her drink. “Mm, you’ve got me there,” she admitted, her smile widening into something more mischievous. She set the glass down with a soft clink and leaned forward just slightly, lowering her voice as though they were conspiring.

“But if I’m the follower, then I suppose that makes you worth following, doesn’t it?” Her eyes flicked toward Florence’s, steady and unashamed, as though she were daring her to argue otherwise.

"Oh well you already knew that," Florence replied with a grin, leaning forward to take a sip of her drink. She looked up at Charity from under her lashes, humming softly before she pulled back again. "I hope you haven't abandoned a date to stalk me?"

where: gringotts wizarding bank who: open

Alecto hadn’t planned on it, but a last minute errand brought her to the bank. She needed to grab a few things from her vault before heading home. With the twins a little older and constantly on the move, crawling, she’d been toying with the idea of going back to work for the beginning of the school year. earlier than she and Rabastan had originally spoken about. It was a conversation she knew she’d need to have with him soon.

Once she had what she came for, Alecto stepped toward the exit. The door swung open before she could reach for it, and she straightened instinctively. “Good afternoon.”

"Good afternoon," Florence replied with a bright smile, stepping outside the bank but holding the door open for Alecto after herself. "No babies with you today?" she asked, noticing the brunettes empty arms. Though Florence loved babies so she wouldn't have been disappointed to see them.

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where: a cafe who: open

Aurora couldn’t hide her smile as she sat at the table, a cup of coffee in front of her, eyes drifting down to the ring on her finger. She felt a presence at her side and glanced up.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” she murmured, still in awe that she was engaged.

Florence glanced down at the girl's hand, a smile curling her lips as she noticed the ring. "Very sparkly," she agreed with a nod. "Congratulations," she added, judging by the way she was staring at it that it was a new development. "Can I borrow the sugar?"

Evan fell into step a few paces behind her, letting the sound of his quiet chuckle fill the small space between them. He tilted his head slightly, eyes catching hers from the corner, the faintest curve tugging at his lips.

“Ah, so your brother’s been getting all the credit, has he?” His voice was soft, almost teasing, but carried that deliberate ease that made it sound natural. He let out a low, amused laugh, shaking his head lightly. “I think I might have to reconsider my opinions… some Yaxleys are clearly more captivating than others.”

He inclined his head subtly toward her, letting his gaze linger just long enough to convey interest without pressure. “I’d much rather discover you,” he added, his tone smooth, the words carrying both charm and genuine curiosity. His hand brushed briefly against a shelf as he passed, casual yet deliberate, grounding himself while keeping his focus on her.

Evan's footsteps followed hers, their sound hitting her ears in the quiet space. She walked purely to see if he would follow her and a small smile graced her lips when he did so. She nodded in confirmation, leaning against the bookshelf to look at him. "He has and as much as I love him I don't think it's all that fair," she replied in a low conspiratorial voice. "And he's definitely not the prettiest Yaxley."

Florence threw a smile in his direction as he laughed, pushing the book back into the shelf. "Could you get that for me?" she asked, pointing the a thick book on the top shelf. Of course, she could easily get it herself, she was a witch after all, but big tall men liked getting big tall jobs.

She felt a pleasant warmth in her stomach as he surveyed her, tilting her head up to meet his gaze. She laughed softly at his words, rolling her eyes with a small shake of her head. "Corban not really your type?"

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