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mr-j-moore‌:

Jay graciously took the cup, sipped and smiled. “Two sugars? You remembered.” He beamed happily. Then, he raised his finger over the cup and made a circular motion over the liquid. It began to stir slowly in the cup as he spoke with Larrisa.

He gave a small chuckle at her comment and crossed his arms over his chest. “Whatever happened to tenpin bowling?” He asked with a cheeky grin. “Now, I know there is nothing that can slow you down Larrisa. You could never disappoint me. Well, perhaps if you forget my birthday.” He winked.

Jaheem grinned at her compliment, it was nice to be back in truth. Although, he did worry about his parents, he knew they would be okay. Topher was looking after the couple and while his older brother may not be as clever as he was, he had just as much love in his heart. “Now, keep talking like that and I’m going to have to come over there and hug you.” He warned warmly.

“Of course I did, what kind of friend do you take me for?” She placed a hand on her chest--feigning offense. “But if you stayed in New Orleans for a bit longer things might have started to get blurry.” Taking a drink of her own coffee, she watched the small display of magic. While she had gotten better at containing her outward excitement, it was still fascinating to see magic being used so casually. “Did the trip go well?”

“I couldn’t tell you the last time I did that.” It seemed like her life had become a steady schedule of work, home, work---very little room for play. Outside of the occasional trip to Central Park with Grace, anyway. “If you continue to be that easy to impress, I’ll be sure to tone it down on the birthday present this year too.”

“You say that like it would be an awful thing.” She replied, taking another small drink of her coffee, shoulders rising and falling in a shrug. “Besides, you’re overdue for one. Not that I’m keeping tabs or anything.”

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margotbrendanawicz‌:

Officer. She looked young, for an officer, promoted too quickly or maybe just cursed with one of those faces that made her look like an eternal teenager. It was hard to imagine, at a first glance, anyone taking her seriously in the field, especially as she stood there impatiently tapping her fingers against the counter in an infuriating rhythm.

     “You have to press the blue button, first,” she said – not because she was taking pity on the woman’s struggle with Snow’s overly complicated, piece of shit coffee machine, but because the sooner this Larissa got out of here, the sooner she didn’t have to deal with that interminable sound anymore. “Before you press ‘brew.’ The blue button is the express button.”

She got up, from her chair, holding onto her cigarette between her gritted teeth to free up her hands, and moved over to the machine at the counter, turning it off with a tap of her wand and then setting the thing to brew in the correct and overly complicated series of button-presses and lever-pulls. Why they couldn’t just have a normal fucking coffee machine was beyond her, but she didn’t get to make those calls once Snow set his goddamned mind to something like that.

“Oh. Right.” Because they couldn’t just get a nice, simple coffee machine. If she was being honest, she’d rather go elsewhere for coffee anyway. Despite the pointlessly complicated machine, one could easily find a better cup of coffee just about anywhere else. But it was all hands on deck after the gala. 

Once the woman approached, Larrisa moved out of her way, both out of reflex and because of the look on her face. Annoyance was easy enough to detect on anyone. Her weight shifted from one foot to the other, arms wrapping around herself as she suddenly became very conscious of the fact that she had intruded. “Thanks. For the help.”

The silence dragged on, broken only by the sounds of the machine brewing. “You’re one of the sergeants, correct?” Larrisa had seen the other woman around the offices, that was for certain. But hadn’t spoken a word up until a few minutes ago. “I apologize, I’m still learning names. Never been much good at it.” Faces were always easier.

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Aaron Ashmore

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William “Billy” Glenmore

Larrisa and Billy met during their first year at the Auror Academy–he was all charm and stubborness and the two argued about almost everything. They still do. But one would be blind to not see the genuine love the two have for each other.

They even tried the dating scene once, but it ended on mutual terms when the two decided that they were better friends. It wasn’t uncommon to see the two together--training, studying, spending the night on the town. After graduation, their friendship became a long distance one. Larrisa returned to Chicago while Billy went to New York--eyes set on a job in the Department of Magical Security.

Since Larrisa’s transfer, they have reconnected and it still isn’t an unusual sight to see the two heading out for a lunch date.

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Seraphine Duchannes

Larrisa first met Seraphine in New Orleans. Seraphine was a Ilvermorny graduate and was well on her way to becoming a magizoologist, hoping to specialize in dragons. To this day-Larrisa still says that Seraphine is the bravest wix she has ever met. It took a long time for the two to get along, Seraphine initially found Larrisa’s quiet demeanor boring. But after a few drinks and bar stool chats, both witches realized there was more to the other. They needed each other in a different way. Larrisa kept Seraphine level-headed and grounded while Seraphine made sure the Auror-in-training got out of her own head every now and then.

Seraphine was gone a lot during Larrisa’s time at the academy, but she always popped in for a visit when she could. Now that she’s in New York, Larrisa hasn’t seen the other woman in a while, but the two keep in touch and are planning their next bar date.

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Evangeline Lilly

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Celine Towers

Rivals is too nice a word for Larrisa and Celine’s relationship. A Pureblood from a prestigious family and a fellow Central Squad Officer, Larrisa disliked Celine from the moment they met. Larrisa viewed her as too callous while Celine saw the obscurial as too naive---and too much of a liability. The two butt heads on nearly every case they were on. This is one of the few coworkers that Larrisa does not regret leaving behind.

Last she heard, Celine was promoted to a sergeant. Something that annoys Larrisa endlessly.

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David Harbour

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Joseph Bradley

A No-Maj police officer and a family friend of her parents, he was around for much of Larrisa’s upbringing. Despite not knowing about Larrisa’s magical ability---or her parent’s methods for preventing them from growing, he had concerns about how they raised their adopted child. With a young daughter of his own, he frequently had Larrisa over for playdates and the like---she found solace in the small breaks away from her home life. He was tasked as the lead investigator for the deaths of Larrisa’s parents, and while she frequently thought about what her life would be like if he had adopted her instead, she has yet to contact him.

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Angelina Jolie

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Marina Jackson

An Auror Corporal from the Pacific Squad that Larrisa has worked with a handful of times. Brutally efficient and known for her no-nonsense attitude, this Auror helped Larrisa gain a more firm control of her emotions. Larrisa respects her for that–but the two seldom got along outside of professional necessity. The two have lost contact and there is no real love lost there.

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margotbrendanawicz‌:

Satisfied once the door was shut, even if she wasn’t actually alone anymore, Margot turned back to her cigarette with a huff– but only fora moment, before turning around in her chair to get a better look at the woman she was now beginning to realize was, somehow, a complete stranger. She knew every face on the squad. She always had. She couldn’t possibly be getting dementia now on top of everything else. 

     “Hold on, who are you?”

She waited for a response for half a second – too long, in her books, to wait for an answer to anything, and then cut off the woman’s lack of an answer, continuing on as if she hadn’t stopped at all.

     “Christ, are they bringing in more recruits after that Swedish one washed out? You know what, on second thought, I don’t want to know.”

Before Larrisa even got a chance to stutter out an answer---or a ‘what’, which was the far more likely response---the woman had already moved on, seemingly unsatisfied with her hesitation. She flinched at the other woman’s gaze, turning her attention back to the coffee machine with a quiet huff.

“Larrisa Michaelis.” The answer is said quickly, before Larrisa loses her nerve to respond. “I’m an officer. Transferred from Central.” And of course now the coffee machine chose to operate seemingly slower than usual---or it could just be her nerves. Her fingers drummed against the counter top as she waited.

“Sorry to interrupt you, I’ll be out of here as soon as this blasted thing decides to work.”

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mr-j-moore‌:

Coming back from New Orleans to find out that the Eastern Squad had been attacked by a dragon was not news he had wanted to hear. If anything, it had made him feel incredibly guilty for going home in the first place. All he could think about was his friends on the squad. More importantly, about one friend.  

Jaheem walked into the Woolworth’s building early that evening. He knew exactly where she’d be. His face broke into a smile as she saw her sat the table with her coffee, making everything seem so normal after what must have been a horrific event. He took off his scarf and bowler hat and sat opposite her.

“Well, we can’t all have fun all of the time Larrisa. I don’t think the human body could take it.” He chuckled looking over at her. “I’m glad you are safe.” He said kindly.

Her friend’s presence here instantly made things seem a little better, Larrisa smiling warmly over the top of her coffee mug. “Here.” She slid another mug of coffee to her friend. “Thought you might need some.”

“If ‘fun’ around here means a fiendfyre dragon at a political gala---I think I can only take one more in my lifetime, thank you very much.” Talk about a warm welcome. But she knew she was lucky---there were several people at the gala who ended up in the hospital. 

“Aw, you think that’s enough to take me down? I imagine you’d be disappointed in me. Can’t have that.” There’s a pause and Larrisa’s tone softened. “Thanks. I’m glad you’re back.”

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“You need to try this one!”, she says, her voice hitting a new high. By now she assumes Larrisa is used to her borderline childish excitement. It only grows when she’s showing her little wixen world details she thinks she will appreciate. Today, for example, she has taken her to a very peculiar ice cream shop. “So the trick here,” she continues, not even minding the looks some of the people sitting near them are giving her “is to eat a spoonful. That way you’ll be able to notice when it changes flavour even better.” Big eyes lighten up as Larrisa finally gives up and does what she says. She never had many friends as a child - perhaps she never had many friends until she escaped Cuba and decided to settle here. Larrisa, however, reminds her of childhood in a strange but warm way. Hearing her laugh almost feels like home. 

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location: MACUSA Headquarters time: Monday, early afternoon who: @mr-j-moore​

It was weird, almost. Everything that happened at the gala and it was still work as usual come Monday. It almost seemed like some sort of testament to the resilience of the MACUSA Aurors, you could throw a freaking dragon at them and they bounced right back.

Her jacket was draped over her chair, a cup of coffee sat on the table in front of her while she waited for it to cool, nails picking at the gauze around her arm as she waited. Damn if it wasn’t irritating. Sighing, she picked up her coffee, blowing on it before taking a tentative sip--relieved that she didn’t burn her tongue this time as Jaheem walked in, Larrisa narrowing her eyes playfully as he approached.

“You just had to go and miss out on all the fun, didn’t you? Your knack for avoiding trouble continues to astound.”

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jerusalemblanchard‌:

They let out a small, nervous laugh. Stressful was certainly a way to put it. It made them feel almost lucky, in a way, that their mother hadn’t made it to see all of this, that she was gone before the real persecution happened. People were cruel, but they were fairly certain people would’ve been cruel to them even if they’d been a pureblood, given so many other things about them. They nodded. “I, uh, I was actually raised just by a No-Maj, too, so I get that,” they said. The topic was a hard one, though, and they didn’t know why they had brought it up in the first place besides nerves. 

“I hope we do. Things always seem like they have to get worse before they get better, after all,” they nodded, glancing around, realizing that their glass was empty by now. “I, uh, I’m going to go grab another drink, I think. Being around this many people makes me a little nervous, but, um, it was nice to meet you. Welcome to the squad.”

That very visibly surprised her, and while Larrisa couldn’t deny a small feeling of curiosity, she kept any questions or comments to herself. There was always the chance that she would have to talk about her upbringing as well and---well---she wasn’t about to get into that. 

“That does seem to be the trend. What’s the saying? ‘History repeats’ and all that?” She chuckles dryly, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “I’d say everyone is due for some ‘better’ at this point.” Her attention shifts back to Salem, eyes wide. “Oh! Right. Sorry to keep you.” Despite the fact that the conversation had taken a turn for the political, Larrisa had enjoyed it. “It was nice to meet you too, thanks for the warm welcome. I hope the rest of the night goes well for you.”

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thatlittle-songbird‌:

He response left him at ease as he happily led them while dancing. Wary of where he was putting his feet, he remembered the same patterned steps over and over in his head to ensure they wouldn’t get muddled up. Holding her hand and having the other on her waist, he was able to have some control on where they moved to, mainly avoiding from bumping into others.

“Almost smooth? I’ll take almost,” he gave a smile that was a mix of shyness and pride that it had actually worked in his favour. “Never been to a Gala before so I guess you got lucky,” the man shrugged slightly and tilted his head. “Oh so you’re telling me that you wouldn’t be sad to lose a guy who’s made you smile at least three times and managed to drag you to the dance floor?”

Jimmy gave a small breathy laugh at her response. “I’ve been called worse things. Odd isn’t too damaging to my pride. I think I’ll survive…. and let’s hope the jury remains in my favour.”

“No? Join the club.” Too much social interaction with people she had never met before and would likely not talk to again. And on top of that--she had to wear a dress and heels. All in all---parties like this tended to consist on things she did not enjoy. But this wasn’t the first time she found herself having a good time tonight.

“Three times? That is impressive.” She fought the urge to smile again, no need to give him another tally. But it was proving a touch difficult, so she simply dropped her gaze to the floor once more, thanking whatever lucky stars she had that this dance was going as well as it was. “I suppose I would be a little disappointed to go back to people watching.”

Part of her was a little relieved to hear that her comment hadn’t hurt his feelings. It was meant only as an observation and he seemed the sort to not get upset over it---but one could never know. “Glad to hear it. As for the jury...I suppose time will tell.” 

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     time: monday, 10:45am      location: Eastern Squad break room           ( open )

For once, the break room is the only quiet place on the entire damn floor. Somehow, miraculously, she had found it empty, for probably the first time in her entire long career, but everyone was milling around the actual office, going on and on about some bullshit about a fiendfyre dragon at the President’s Gala. She’d skipped the gala, spent the night in with a bottle of jack and some take-out, and hadn’t regretted it for a second. The whole thing sounded like as much of a headache as this morning was.

When the door creaked open, she was halfway through her third cigarette, the ashtray on the table in front of her still smoking. At the sound of the intrusion, she didn’t miss a beat, taking another drag on her cigarette and barely glancing over to whoever it was that was loitering in the doorway, half in, half out, like they couldn’t decide if what they wanted in here was important enough to disturb a sleeping dragon.

     “Door’s not gonna shut itself. You wanna get that?”

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To say that Larrisa would kill for some quiet around the office was like saying the gala only had a mild interruption. Everyone was talking about that blasted dragon when she would rather forget the whole ordeal. The gauze around her forearm made that easier said than done, it shifted uncomfortably under her jacket.

When she walked into the break room-she paused, mostly surprised by the fact that there only seemed to be one other person in there. Strange sight. She supposed most people wanted to catch up on gossip.

“Oh. Right.” Startled out of her thoughts, Larrisa stepped into the room, door shutting out more residual noise from the offices. “Sorry. Got---lost in my thoughts for a moment.” The apology was quickly muttered as she headed for the coffee machine, working on making a fresh pot. 

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