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Igor Karkaroff x Durmstrang Alumni x Death Eater

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Celebrity Status // Emma & Igor

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It was official. Emma had received the news at practice earlier that day - their first real game of the year would be a week from Sunday. No more practice, no more publicity events for awhile. She was finally going to do what she had trained to do - play the damn game! Always eager for a reason to celebrate, the young witch set out for the Leaky where she had plans to meet up with some of her teammates. As per the usual, she was the first to arrive. Emma was known for being prompt, if not early, and she should have expected the others to show up a little more than fashionably late. She was too excited to care. With a grin on her face, she made her way to the bar, sliding herself onto an empty stool near the end, and waited for the bartender to make his way toward her. Emma had slowly gotten used to the fans that would approach her, enjoying the experience the more her fame grew. She was far from the point that some reached where she wished to be left alone. So, when the cute guy she hadn’t noticed before slid in near her, it was impossible not to smile. “No, I don’t mind at all. Thank you!” Her eyes sparkled, even in the dim lighting, always taking pride in receiving praise. It was clear, too, that the man’s passion for Quidditch was sincere; he wasn’t merely trying to hit on some pretty girl. “I’m Emma, Emma Vanity,” she introduced, even though he clearly knew who she was already, “That would be great. I’d like that.” Leaning forward slightly against the bar, she grinned, crossing one leg over the other. “I always love to talk game with,” my fans, she wanted to say, though it seemed a bit presumptuous, “other enthusiasts. Are you a Falcons fan or…?”

Igor felt his heart soar as the witch smiled, the sparkle of her eyes matching the spark of energy she brought to the team.  He was impressed that she took his praise.  She was strong and knew when to be proud of herself, none of that false modesty that so many people found charming.  She knew her own talent and embraced it.  She was positively radiant.  Igor smiled, taking another large swig of his beer.

“I would love it as well.  Any way to repay you for the gift of your abilities on the pitch.”  He leaned forward and instructed the bartender to put her drinks on his tab.  He had enough money with him that he would be able to cover her for the entire night, but he didn’t want to wave it in her face.  He would settle the tab later that night before she had a chance to question him.  

“I am a newer Falcons fan, I suppose.  As English teams go they seem to be the most entertaining... you all seem to be the most entertaining, I should say.”  He still felt as if his  heart couldn’t beat any faster than it was right now.  She was just as captivating in person as she was on the pitch.  He smirked.  “The Vratsa Vultures are the real heroes of quidditch, but the Falcons are quickly becoming my second favorite.  I’m anxious to see how your team does in the season.”  

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Home Visit // Igor & Narcissa

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Snow slowly melted outside, and Narcissa felt like she had been brushing her hair for hours. Which was of course not true, that was just the way time passed when she was confided to the Manor. Ever since the recent attacks, her freedom to come and go had been severely affected. Today was one of those days when she had been expressly ordered to stay at home. Both of her parents were attending some sort of engagement, the kind that used to bring so much joy to Narcissa, but that in times like these, were nothing more than a distraction. 

Narcissa was still raging, she was angry that so many homes of those she loved had been invaded. And she was angry that her parents were keeping her here, unable to do something about it. So she had to channel her anger into ordinary task, otherwise she was going to end up doing something stupid. And there was no place for stupid in the war. She might as well play to the image the world already had of her, maybe today she would work on wedding preparations for the nth time. Really how much further would they need to push the wedding date? This was ridiculous and it was another thing that silly new group had taken from her. 

A knock on her door brought her out of her thoughts, ❝Yes?❞ Narcissa turned to face their house elf. ❝Bring some us some tea❞ she ordered before grabbing a pair of emerald earrings to complete her look. Even if she had nowhere to go she still liked to dress up, and it had proven to be a smart choice as apparently her father had forgotten he was to have visitors today. This place was so empty that her heels echoed throughout the entire house as she made her way down the big staircase. She had loved this place, a long time ago. Now it was just full of memories she was better off forgetting about.

❝Igor Karkaroff❞ Narcissa said greeting him with a smile. It had always come easily to her, memorizing names and faces, specially of those that managed to capture her attention. Igor was one of the few people that had always intrigued Narcissa, perhaps it was that she had always been interested in learning more about Durmstrang, or just the whole foreigner thing. 

Narcissa gave him a polite nod, ❝I must apologize for my father’s absence, he had some business to attend with my mother❞ she informed him with a soft tone before making her way towards him. ❝I’m guessing it must be hand delivered?❞ she asked, she knew better than to offer to take it. ❝Would you care for some tea while you wait?❞ Narcissa smiled as the elf showed up at the door carrying a tray. ❝I hope you don’t mind the company.❞

If you were to imagine the perfect pureblood wife, a mental image something along the lines of Narcissa was sure to grace your brain.  If she had lived in Bulgaria, Igor was sure his father would have pressed Igor to court the girl, struggling to make a marriage arrangement, as he had with countless other girls in Bulgaria.  Thankfully his obligation to fight with his comrades outweighed his duty to marry and begin producing heirs.  It wasn’t really in Igor’s interest to marry... though if he were betrothed to someone that gorgeous...

Igor bowed at mention of his name.  My, it sounded almost melodious in her voice.  Narcissa truly was the ideal image of a proper witch.  How could you see a creature as gorgeous as her and not see the supremacy of pureblood lineage? 

“No apologies necessary, madam.  It is my error for not having sent an owl ahead of my arrival.  I do not normally forgo such social pleasantries, but I did in my haste to deliver the parcel.”  He really had been quite idiotic, not checking before to make sure that Mr. Black would be there.  All things considered, it might not end up being the worst thing, spending time in the company of Narcissa Malfoy.  “Tea would be lovely, almost as sweet as the company.  I only hope I can live up to it myself.”  Igor smiled, inclining his head again.  

“Shall we take a seat?”  As the gentleman that he was, Igor let Narcissa take a seat before following suit, barely regarding the elf as it handed him a cup and poured the tea.  He sipped it politely, not the worst brew he had been privy to.  He would never understand the English fascination with tea... 

“So, what does the evening hold in store for you?  You are nicely dressed to be home alone.”  

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  THAT SOUNDS SO SICK, WAIT - Игор е пиян тъп идиот. - I THINK I JUST SAID YOU WANNA SHANG AND HAVE A DRINK WITH A RANDOM PERSON IN THE BAR, I AM SO GOOD AT THIS LANGUAGE.

  What’s up, Russian bloke. Wait, Russia and Bulgaria are the same, rihgt? Yes, that’s right.

    - Faban

Dear “Faban”

No, you should not say that to a random person in a bar.  You are going to make a fool of yourself and my language.  

No, Russia and Bulgaria are most certainly not the same thing.  If you want to shag a Bulgarian bloke, you’d do well to remember that.  

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hELLO TEAcher! How is "I really wanna shag and have a drink with you." in Bulgarian? - Fabian

Fabian,

Аз съм пиян тъп идиот. 

That would probably suffice in this situation, though if you wanted to ask you could do so in English.  It would mean more coming from the heart, I’m sure.  

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Bump in the Night // Igor & Ted

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Ted cursed as he looked at his watch, realizing just how late he had stayed at the office. The tile on his desk seemed to be never ending, and he had devoted the second half of his day to trying to cut down on it. Rubbing his eyes, he sighed. Grabbing a piece of parchment, he scribbled an apology to his wife before grabbing his cloak and making his way out the door. He did not have that much time to run to Diagon Alley to get the supplies Andy had asked him to pick up. Quickly making his way to the floos, he jumped in and made his way to the alley in question, wondering if he would make it home before curfew.

Never in his life had he shopped and run errands so quickly. Three stores later, Ted found himself walking up the path to his last store. Not having grown up around quidditch, he was fascinated by the sport, and often found himself stopped by the front window of the supply store. He was always taken back to his days at Hogwarts, watching his friends play and wishing that he had known enough to play. Glancing to the side, he realized he was not the only one stopped.

The man in front of him did not seem like the kind of person Ted wanted to find himself alone with in the dark. Instinctively, he shifted his packages to his left hand, leaving his right hand free should he need to draw his wand at any point. Whenever he met someone unfamiliar to him, he had come to assume that they more than likely would dislike him. He’d become a light tighter lipped due to recent events about his blood status, and his wife’s status as a traitor.

Hearing another man’s voice, Ted nearly jumped. He cursed internally, should have been more composed when out after dark. “Hello there,” he said, keeping his tone even. “I didn’t realize how late it had gotten. Late night at work, still had to grab a few things. You?”

Igor raised an eyebrow, the subtle shifting of parcels not lost on him.  At least the mudblood was intelligent to know that he shouldn’t be out this late alone.  Igor knew he was a fairly imposing, especially at this late hour.  It would only be reasonable to be a little wary of him.  Igor flashed a small smile, hoping to assuage the fears of the man.  

“Just taking time to enjoy simplicity before I must return back to my flat. Being a foreigner, it is almost more important for me to follow the rules than you, yes?”  Igor turned, composing his face into a smile and extending his right hand.  “Igor Karkaroff.”  He eyed Tonk’s bags, sighing internally.  A family man running a last minute series of errands would probably appreciate help...

“May I help you with your parcels?  It looks as if you have quite a lot on your hands.  I can just apparate back to my flat before the curfew, if it would be helpful to you, of course.”  He smiled, flashing carefully cared for white teeth which he hoped were accurately appreciated even in the dim light.  “It seems as if you have a lot on your plate... or in your arms, I suppose.”  Igor chuckled at his joke, shaking his head.  Anything to make himself seem less intimidating.  

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🥂 = How is either the mun’s or muse’s alcohol tolerance? What are their favorite alcoholic drinks?

Muse:

“I like to think my tolerance is high.  At home I always go for a good grape rakia, but I am partial to beer if I want to enjoy and remember the experience.”  

Mun:

“There’s a history of alcoholism in my extended family, so the most I will ever drink in one day is two servings of any alcohol.  As such, I don’t really know what my tolerance is.  I prefer vodka over anything, but I also love wine, more-so red than white.  My go-to is a vodka cran when I am out, but at home usually I just drink wine if we have some or hard root beer or hard cider.”  

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💜 = How would the mun and muse describe their relationship with their parents and/or siblings?

Muse:

“I get along well enough with my parents, moreso my mother than my father.  He was a proper pureblood patriarch: sturn, responsible, and overbearing.  Mother was kind and careful.  I suppose I am a somewhat good mix of both.  My sister is the most important person in my world.  She is wild and carefree and she is everything I seek to preserve, immediately after myself.”  

Mun:

“I am so so SO close with my parents and my sister.  I tell my mother EVERYTHING quite literally, and I am close with my father as well.  It’s good that I get along, since I still live at home.  There’s a fairly big age difference between my sister and I, but I have always been really close with her.  Even though she’s at school we call each other at least once a week.”  

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😊 = What makes the mun and muse happiest? 😭 = What makes the mun and muse the saddest? 😡 = What makes the mun and muse the angriest? 👻 = What is the scariest thing to ever happen to the mun and muse? 💙 = What is one thing that can calm down the mun and muse? Is it a person, thing, or place? 💚 = What is one thing that makes the mun and muse jealous? 💛 = How would the mun and muse describe their best friends? 💜 = How would the mun and muse describe their relationship with their parents and/or siblings? ❤️ = How does the mun and muse approach romantic relationships? Is either currently in a relationship or do they have a crush? 💩 = What do the mun and muse usually do when they feel bad? 🛍 = What sort of things do the mun and muse usually shop for? What is the last thing either of them bought? 🗺 = Where would the mun and muse like to travel to most? Have they ever traveled away from their home city/state/country? 🚿 = Do the mun and muse have any bathing routines? Any habits like singing in the shower? 🎈 = How do the mun and muse react to surprises? When is the last time either was surprised and what surprised them? 🎁 = What sorts of gifts do the mun and muse like? What were the last gifts they gave and received? 📚 = What sorts of books do the mun and muse like to read? Do you they have a favorite author or book? 📕 = What was the last book the mun and muse read? What genre was it? How would they rate it? Are they currently reading anything? 🎮 = What genre of video games do the mun and muse like best? What are their favorite systems and video games? 📻 = What music genre do the mun and muse listen to the most? Any favorite bands? 🎸 = Can either the mun or muse play an instrument? Which one(s)? 🍳 = What are the mun’s and muse’s favorite foods? 🍎 = What do the mun and muse like to eat for a snack? ☕ = What drinks do the mun and muse like best? Do they prefer cold or hot drinks? 🥂 = How is either the mun’s or muse’s alcohol tolerance? What are their favorite alcoholic drinks? 💫 = How does either mun or muse handle being sick? Do they need someone to take care of them, or are they capable of taking care of themselves just fine? 🐯 = What animals would best be associated with the mun and muse? 🌙 = Are the mun and muse more morning, day, or night people? When are they the most relaxed? When do they get the most work done? 🎨 = Do either the mun or muse have artistic talents? What are they? 🎬 = What genre of movies do the mun and muse like best? What are their favorite movies? Do they prefer watching alone or with others? Do they prefer watching at home or in the theater? 💮 = What are the mun’s and muse’s opinions of each other? 🍀 = Who is an important person in both the mun’s and muse’s life?

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   Well, we will see about that, Fabian thought, still not putting his entire trust in Igor, even if he was about to be his teacher. “Yeah, I will mention you. Thanks for taking your time and doing this.“ He sat next to Igor, peeking over to see what he was scrabbling. “A long way to go huh? Of course, that’s the case with everything new, isn’t it?“

Igor raised an eyebrow, glancing over at him as he continued to scribble over the parchment.  “If I get someone else to speak Bulgarian with, as well as a good recommendation, this will be almost as beneficial for me as it is you.”  He turned his attention back to the parchment, finishing with a small flourish, and slid the parchment over to Fabian.  “That is the Bulgarian alphabet.  You can take that home and practice writing the characters, as I assume for your profession it would do you well to write as well as speak.  We can go over pronunciation as soon as I get another pint.”  Igor raised his hand, gesturing back to the bartender for one last pint.  He would need the alcohol to put up with the horrible pronunciations he was about to hear.  

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Celebrity Status // Emma & Igor

The Leaky Cauldron 

Late Night

Igor nearly spit out his drink, his eyes having glanced over to the door as the tinkle of a bell signaled someone else arriving.  He had been in the mood to enjoy a pint before heading back to his flat, but he hadn’t expected to see one of his new favorite players arrive at the dingy pub, situated between muggle and wizarding London. 

Igor had heard of Emma from others, knew she was friendly with a few people that Igor was acquainted with.  Once Fenrir had briefly mentioned taking a job with Vanity’s father, and Igor had used all of his self-control not to immediately launch into a discussion about the mastery she had of the pitch.  Now, seeing her here in the flesh, entering the pub alone... it was as if the planets had aligned and shined directly on Igor.  He smiled, getting up from his seat to join her at the bar.  

“I hope you don’t mind me interrupting you, but I just had to say your play in the scrimmage game last week was inspiring.  You show great mastery of the quaffle.”  Igor inclined his head, gesturing over to the bartender.  “My name is Igor, Igor Karkaroff.  If you would allow me, I would like to buy you a drink to repay you for the joy you bring me with your talent on the pitch.”  

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Home Visit // Igor & Narcissa

The duties associated with a witch or wizard born into a pureblood family were many, and often tedious.  Though wizarding culture was notably different in Bulgaria, with communist rule making things more difficult for wizards, there was still societal expectations that must be followed.  The same held true for a pureblood representative of a family that now found themselves in England.  One of these incredibly annoying duties included hand-delivering an important document to the Black household and reporting back to his father.

That was how Igor found himself standing outside the Black family manor, having just knocked on the door to be greeted by a house elf.  The elf whimpered some nonsense about the head of the house being out with his wife.  Igor rolled his eyes, demanding an audience with whoever was home.  The elf had ushered him into a parlor room and he sat, waiting once again for someone to arrive so he could do his duty.  

The only bit of positivity with this whole situation was the time that he was able to spend looking at the decor around the parlor.  There were all sorts of trinkets and items, most laden with gold and jewels to ostentatiously display the great wealth of their owners.  Igor raised an eyebrow, his attention drawn to a bejeweled knife displayed on a bookshelf.  It glistened in the afternoon light streaming through the window... mesmerizing...

A noise behind him caught his attention.  He turned, straight-backed and proper, his upbringing kicking in appropriately.  The girl who stood in the entryway was blonde... the younger one if Igor wasn’t mistaken... yes. Narcissa.  

“Narcissa, it is a pleasure.”  Igor inclined his head, holding out the package wrapped in brown paper.  “My sincere apologies for arriving without prior notice.  I have a... uh... package to be delivered to Mr. Black... and my father was quite specific it must be delivered today.”  

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Igor scoffed, but listen as the sympathizer spoke.  Of course, Igor was merely the stepping stone for learning bigger language.  He couldn’t be too upset, he used the same sort of method himself, but he didn’t see anything advantageous about the relationship… until the bloke mentioned the ministry.  Igor raised an eyebrow, turning back to face the man.  “If you want to master the language, you will need constant practice.  I would be willing to speak with you every so often after initially teaching you.  I might even have some books I can give you to practice reading and writing.  And in return, I would hope you would consider us friends.  And friends, you know how they look out for one another.  So if a translator were needed, or a consultant on Bulgarian custom perhaps, I would hope my name would be mentioned.”  

   Well, thanks for the advice, I was hardly aware of it, Fabian thought, blinking twice in without further response. He was perfectly aware, that languages required time and practice, without Igor telling him that. “I know, I’ve done that before you know. If you have any books, that would be great, and speaking would always be helpful.“ He gave him a slight smile; despite his cold attitude, the guy was at least helping him. “Yeah, the Ministry could always use some more translators, why not. I can mention you, though I am not promising they will consider it.“

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“Just the promise of putting my name in the mix is good enough.”  He eyed Fabian up and down, nodding in approval.  “You seem like a man of your word, as am I.”  He managed a small smirk in reply, the most he could muster for the blood-traitor right now.  He motioned the bartender over, asking him for a bit of parchment.  Grabbing his sack, he pulled out a self-inking quill.  “We might as well get a head start, you have a long way to go, Fabio.”  He grabbed the parchment with another nod and began scribbling on the paper.

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Ask my muse personal questions.

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boxofrpmemes :

Questions about their tragic past, about their most painful memories- don’t hold back!

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Bump in the Night // Igor & Ted

Curfew was quickly approaching, and thanks to one too many run-ins with ministry officials, Igor had been returning to his rented flat just outside of Diagon Alley in time to be following the law.  He needed to lay low for now, until he was called for another mission from the Dark Lord.  That was Igor’s top priority, pleasing the Dark Lord, continuing to rise in his ranks so he could gather more trust, more information.  So for now he would play nice and arrive back at his flat just in time to appease the ministry.  But that didn’t stop him from waiting until the last second to enter his flat.  

That was why he found himself staring at the brooms on display at Quality Quiddtich Supply eyeing them greedily.  Igor had always loved Quidditch, played beater at school.  There was something satisfying about swinging the beater’s bat, the crack that reverberated through the pitch as wood made contact with the ball.  His arms almost tingled, itching or the tension of a bat between his palms.  Reluctantly, he turned to leave and return to his flat when his eyes met those of Ted Tonks.

Ted was one of those enigmas, the wizards born out of filth.  Some pureblood teachings claimed that somehow, the man or his family had stolen the magic or wand from good, self-respecting wizards.  That seemed idiotic to Igor, and certainly gave the muggles much more credit than they were worth.  It was more likely that somehow, amidst the filth, they had evolved into some sub-standard version of a wizard.  More powerful magic was obviously cultivated through years of wizard marriage and children, but he could see the benefit of having lesser wizards around him to present a bigger target.

“Good evening.”  Igor nodded, his eyes glancing at his watch.  “It seems as if we are both cutting it close in terms of the Ministry curfew.  What brings you to Diagon Alley this late?”  

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Push and Pull // Alice & Igor

It was not the first time he had been called in for questioning connected to a case of muggle baiting, and he was sure it would not be the last.  This time, however, he had not been a participating member in the attacks, and had witnesses to corroborate his story.  So it was with an unconcerned air that he sat in the interrogation room, the harsh metalic furniture almost feeling like a second home.  

Unfortunately he hadn’t disguised his voice well enough a few months back when he had gone out with Fenrir and Thorfinn.  Usually they didn’t leave anyone left to make a statement, so he hadn’t thought about trying to modify his accent.  It was there, in the middle of clearing away the final bit of filth that the aurors had come, tipped off by their lack of obedience to the curfew.  The three of them apparated away, but left the sole muggle to tell stories of the three masked men, one with an Easter European accent.  There weren’t too many Bulgarian or Russian wizards in London at the moment, that had put a target squarely on his shoulders.  He had weaseled his way out of the last encounter, so he felt confident he would be able to do the same here.  

The door banged open and a petite young auror emerged, a stern look on her face.  Igor couldn’t help the smirk that curled the corner of his mouth upward.  So they were sending the spunky one in to question him this time.  This would be an interesting character.  Igor leaned forward, his hands clasped in front of him.  

“Good morning.  I hope I can be of help to you in your search.  It’s horrible, the way the innocent are being targeted.  I’m glad you’re here to stomp out the fire, as you say.”  

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   He sighed, eyes clearly not giving a single notice of his laugh. “I never said I will learn it in three days. Hell, it will take an year, maybe two, maybe five. But I need to start from somewhere, I need the start not the whole language from you.“ Fabian shook his head, not approving the mocking his supposed future teacher used against him. What a sweet victory it would have been, if Prewett picked on the language as he normally did, and put that mouth Igor had on its place. “I translate for the Ministry. International letters, documents, coordinate things between our Ministry and other countries’ Ministries. Spanish, French, Bulgarian, Russian… all that.“

Igor scoffed, but listen as the sympathizer spoke.  Of course, Igor was merely the stepping stone for learning bigger language.  He couldn’t be too upset, he used the same sort of method himself, but he didn’t see anything advantageous about the relationship... until the bloke mentioned the ministry.  Igor raised an eyebrow, turning back to face the man.  “If you want to master the language, you will need constant practice.  I would be willing to speak with you every so often after initially teaching you.  I might even have some books I can give you to practice reading and writing.  And in return, I would hope you would consider us friends.  And friends, you know how they look out for one another.  So if a translator were needed, or a consultant on Bulgarian custom perhaps, I would hope my name would be mentioned.”