alessa oberti

Alessa Oberti, 30, Gryffindor Alumni, Founding Origins Party, Death Eater

[obertlyalessa]

toomcnairtocare‌:

“I’ve already started planning the nursery.” He admitted, “It’ll be right off our bedroom. I know people like to have it down the hall for a sense of privacy but it just seems so far away, y’know? I don’t want to have to rush down a hallway when they’re crying.” 

Did fussy babies run in his family? He’d have to ask. There were so many things he’d have to learn, and he wasn’t entirely certain if he had all the time necessary to learn them. Then again half his books seem to say that parents never stopped learning, and the other half seemed to say that some things came naturally. Would things come naturally? Did it get easier?

“I’m so happy I’ve not stopped smiling in days. Does it ever get less amazing?”

“Nursery planning is great,” Alessa replied approvingly. Even she hadn’t been that happy when she’d first found out she was pregnant. It’d been quite stressful at first, actually, but planning things had always helped her calm down. “Oh, closer is better. At least for the first few months.”

Walden seemed thrilled, which was lovely. And it would be great to have more friends with kids. Most of her Hogwarts friends had decided to wait until the war ended, which was understandable, but Alessa was glad to have her kids around anyway. “I don’t think it does,” Alessa said. Sometimes being a parent was exhausting and stressful, but her kids were definitely her favorite people.

[obertlyalessa]

# tristan

name on phone: tristan rojas (salvou as crianças)

picture: here

ringtone: annoying beeping noise 

last text: forwarded cat video

[connectivitty-blog]

cell phone headcanons

[wondersyetuntold]

connectivitty-blog:

send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including:                              - what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone                              - what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone                              - what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone                              - my muse’s last text to your muse

[valentinanottt]

@alarickane @zephyrbcll @trisxrojas @casruncorn

[obertlyalessa]

@nottsofiya @mirekhausted

[inboxideas]

What's a minor quirk or quality about my character you like?

What details have you seen that you just really enjoy?

[valentinanottt]

@alarickane @zephyrbcll @trisxrojas @casruncorn

[obertlyalessa]

@mirekhausted @nottsofiya

[nessa007]

[obertlyalessa]

patrick-finnegan‌:

Oh thank Merlin it was Alessa. A familiar face at bloody last. Sure they hadn’t really been terribly close at school, three years apart and his inability to hold down a lasting friendship. All the same he did remember her face and seeing her in the Common Room and at meals. Gryffndors stuck together or something,

“My mental map is far from complete.” He admitted sheepishly, giving her an equally sheepish shrug. At least Alessa probably wouldn’t make as much fun of him as Yuki would when he got back to his desk later. It would be better if he at least managed to return with the files they needed. “I’ve got the DMLE department down alright, but everything else is just a mystery.”

Alessa hummed in reply, she had taken a few weeks to learn the ways of the ministry, too. And if you got her in the Hogsmeade office, there was a chance she’d never find her way out. “It’s just like Hogwarts. Pay attention to the paintings, and don’t be afraid to ask them, most of them are bitchy but they’ll oblige. Come on.” Alessa said as she started walking in the opposite direction Patrick had come from. It wasn’t that far away, but it was a walk long enough that she might as well talk to him. 

“So how have you been? I haven’t heard from you in a while.” She hadn’t remembered often enough to write, but he had crossed her mind a few times, and strangely enough was genuinely curious. 

[obertlyalessa]

toomcnairtocare‌:

He hugged his friend back, laughing with giddy relief. Of all the people that he’d looked forward to telling, Alessa had been top on the list. She had the been one of best girl friends in ages and she always was so supportive, letting him hang out with her kids. She would understand better than anyone else besides Daisy.

“Not very, we only just found out a few nights ago. We don’t even know what the gender is I just, Merlin, I’m so excited Alessa I couldn’t bare not telling you any longer.”

Daisy was going to be a great mom. And the kids at Hogwarts would be good luck, Alessa thought. She had this tiny superstition that teacher’s kids were extra lucky. When she was in school, it was very exciting to have a teacher get pregnant. Those good vibes ought to be good for something. Plus Walden had wanted this so bad, it was great that he was getting it, even if the timing wasn’t that great. 

“Oh, I’m glad you did! You guys are going to be so amazing! And it’s going to be such a beautiful baby!” The girls were going to be excited, too, but their attention span wasn’t that great, they wouldn’t really care much until Daisy showed. 

[hanestlythebestlee]

Honey

Han hurried through the crowd, trying to move undetected. He knew it was no use when he’d already been spotted. Han couldn’t help pitying himself over his own lucky. Eddie was pushy at the best of times, and Han turning him down this weekend wasn’t something he’d take well. That much had already been made clear in his near constant contact since Han had said as much yesterday. Last minute was never Han’s preferred schedule anyway, but he hadn’t lied when he said he had a previous engagement. Normally clients respected that language because it meant bookings with other clients. In this case, it was a planned night in with Luka, but Han deserved a little relaxation with friends. But Eddie apparently wasn’t taking the hint.

As Han approached Florean Fortescue’s, his eyes lit up with a plan. Eddie wouldn’t bother Han if he thought he was interrupting another potential client. Han didn’t exactly have one on hand, so he made do with the first person at the patio tables he saw. Han came up beside them and brightly said, “Sorry, I know I’m late, honey.” He leaned down as if kissing their cheeks and whispered, “Please don’t freak out. I’ll explain everything and make it up to you. I swear!”

With that, he easily collapsed into the chair across from that. “What?” he said with a coy smile, aware that Eddie had just stopped near the fence. “You didn’t wait for me to order? So impatient.” He leaned across the table to trail his fingers across their hand. “I suppose I’ll forgive you for it if you tell me what I should get.”

[obertlyalessa]

Alessa's lunch date had cancelled, but what else was new? Couldn’t even be bothered to owl until she was already there. So her owl had perched up on the coat rack next to her table, which got her a few pity looks. Like she was some old loon that had ordered an extra chair for her owl. She wasn’t, thank you very much, but if she were, it would be none of their business. Owls were excellent company.   

The only way to get someone to freak out more than by pretending to kiss their cheeks in a public place and stealing their extra chair was to ask them to not freak out. So Alessa felt a little bit like a hostage as the guy sat down at her table. She reached down as if to scratch her knee, only to take her wand out and to place it by her fork. Just in case.

“You know how it is, love, rush hour.” She played along, poorly. She could handle this, whatever it was. “Well, the salad is lovely, but I’ve heard they got new sandwiches.” 

[theprophet-upinsmoke]

  POTENTIAL GOVERNMENT CONSPIRACY UNCOVERED

January 13, 1981

While Malvina Irvine faced scrutiny for accusations of dealings with foreign Ministries in an attempt to swing last year’s election, it’s recently been revealed that Minister Kent’s administration may be guilty of the same thing.

Someone inside the Ministry has leaked details of a private correspondence between a Founding Origins party member and the Brazilian Ministry of Magic, implying that they’re simplifying the process for Brazilian wix to enter the country  and be recruited for private reasons. 

Aurelio Oberti, husband of Founding Origins party member Alessa Oberti, is a former student of Brazilian School Castelobruxo and while there isn’t any evidence to support the Oberti’s being linked to this scandal, all attempts to reach them for comment have failed. 

@upinsmoke-rp

[obertlyalessa]

“Look at this idiot,” Alessa muttered angrily at the book she was reading. She pushed up her reading glasses and watched as her charmed quill crossed out the paragraph she’d just read. It was very petty, reading her own mother’s parenthood guides just to criticize them, but after receiving a tardy and passive-aggressive Christmas card from her (the nerve!) she couldn’t help herself. She would usually do this process at home, but her kids didn’t know that she couldn’t stand their grandmother yet and since they’d liked the card (those pure, pure souls) she’d decided she musn’t poison them with her strange coping mechanisms just yet. They could stand thinking mommy was normal and well-adjusted for a few more years. 

Alessa was in the process of reading another paragraph when she realized that instead of dipping itself on the ink, her quill decided to go swimming in someone else’s coffee. The person hadn’t noticed yet and for a second Alessa considered playing dumb. But right when she was about to get back to her reading, the other person put down their newspaper and made eye contact with Alessa. “I’m so sorry, what had you ordered? I’ll get you another one in a second.” This was why cafés weren’t supposed to put their tables so close together. Fuck whoever thought twenty tables would fit in a building the size of her living room.

[obertlyalessa]

hanestlythebestlee‌:

Han knew Alessa Oberti by reputation only. He’d heard she was sharp-minded and quick-witted but that she might have questionable connections. Perhaps tonight was his chance to test the waters of that. He would need to tread lightly to avoid either accusing her or creating an implication that would put the real Horatio at risk. Still, he could be curious.

When she accepted his invitation to dance, Han took her hand with a pleasant smile. “You underestimate my dancing,” he said with a wink. Too much? Probably too much. He didn’t actually know if Horatio Silverwing could dance well, but Han knew strong dancing would get him farther than pretending to be bad at it, and surely someone with such a reputation had at least a step or two.

Han kept his hands completely proper once they were out on the dance floor. She must have known Horatio’s reputation, but that didn’t mean Alessa would put up with full harassment. A comment here or there would have to do to maintain his persona without creating problems for himself. “I haven’t seen your husband yet this evening. Is he here? It would be a shame for him to miss such an exciting party.”

Alessa would not dare underestimate someone so confident. However, they usually overestimated how much she’d care. Dancing was lovely, but it was an activity that she’d hardly be eager to repeat. One dance would be good to get the conversation going, but she wouldn’t want people talking about it, and if she danced too much with one partner they might. “I wouldn’t dare, Horatio. Your reputation precedes you.” She replied with a smile. 

When Horatio placed his hands in the right places, she relaxed into the position. Had he not, she would’ve corrected him sternly, but it was good a good sign that the boundaries were well defined. “It is a shame, I wish he were here, I’ve always wished to show him the castle, but maybe some other time.”Alessa said, not really bothering to hide the disappointment, but smiling anyway. 

[msdaisymacnair]

The Wrappings of Motherhood

Daisy turned this way and that in the mirror before biting her lip. In most of her robes, you couldn’t yet tell she was pregnant. Even at the Yule Ball last month, Daisy hadn’t worn anything formfitting–she never did–so she hadn’t visibly shown off the slight bump to her stomach yet. Still, she knew that in the coming months, things would change dramatically, and it wouldn’t do to wake up one morning and realize all her good work  attire had grown uncomfortable or been stretched out beyond the point of saving.

Madam Malkin had been thrilled when Daisy walked in, but now that she was standing there in robes specially designed to stretch with her, Daisy wondered if the expense was too high. Perhaps she was making a fuss. Of course, Walden wouldn’t care about the money and it really wasn’t that much, but did she really need six new sets as Madam Malkin had suggested? 

Still, this green dress that had been finished on the spot for her was truly lovely. Daisy appreciated how comfortable it was and knew that although the low neckline wasn’t her usual taste, it would make nursing much easier by the time the baby came. 

She glanced toward the waiting area and flushed as she realized there was someone there. “I’m so sorry I’m taking so long,” she said quickly. “I hope I haven’t kept you waiting long.”

[obertlyalessa]

Alessa hated shopping for herself. Even buying a wedding dress had been an almost agonizing experience. The constant changing turned everything tedious and the disappointment that not everything in the universe looked good on her never failed to ruin her day. But doing it with other people always made it more bearable. And Madam Malkin’s shop was always a pleasant place to be. 

She was an excellent merchant, in Alessa’s opinion. She’d convinced her to buy three pairs of trousers for Javi and a skirt for the girls that changed in size (which was a blessing and also adorable.) Plus, when she saw that Alessa was waiting for Daisy, she’d offered her tea at least four times. 

Alessa wasn’t keeping track of time, really. She knew it had been quite a while, but since she was looking through the catalogue and picturing her kids in different outfits, she couldn’t seem to mind. “You haven’t, don’t worry. It looks beautiful! Can you spin around?”

[obertlyalessa]

ladylilianazabini‌:

Liliana hadn’t had enough time to read Eva’s book around getting Luke presentable, but she’d managed to find a few reviews and read the synopsis off the back. It seemed interesting enough that she might actually read it later, but for now, she had enough to bluff enough to steer the conversation away from the actual content. 

“Are you asking if I think I could have done a better job?” Eva asked bluntly, a smile on her face. Alessa had always seemed like the good sort, and Liliana loved her family. Unless Alessa had expressed very different opinions in the past than she currently felt, Lia felt safe with her comments. “I won’t say I disagree with the idea that I could, but alas they lost that opportunity.” She shrugged and looked at a set of manicured nails before remembering Eva didn’t tend to preen.

But perhaps it was a good thing she had. The hint of Eva’s green nail polish was beginning to tinge to the dark purple Lia had been wearing when she took the potion. It was wearing off. “Would you excuse me?” she said, hoping she didn’t sound rushed. Still, Lia didn’t want for an answer before turning and hurrying toward the door. Maybe she’d be able to get out first. At very least, she could find a bathroom and figure out a solution.

Alessa honestly liked Moody. Much like Eva, he was a no-nonsense guy, except he was confident enough that he probably wouldn’t go around making a book about resigning. (Not that it wasn’t a great book, but it was just petty.) But if it meant Aurelio wouldn’t complain every time a Prophet article mentioned the Auror Department, Alessa would have Eva as head in a heartbeat. “It’s a shame, really.” She added, wondering why the witch suddenly seemed so interested in her own hands. 

She must’ve been bored, Alessa decided, because a moment later Eva was gone. Just like that. Door closed. Up until that point, it had been a pleasant talk, and now Eva was pulling the ambiguously bathroom-related card? If she wanted Alessa to fuck off, she was going to have to say it to her face. Otherwise, Alessa was going to annoyingly but friendlily not take the hint. She followed after Eva, a few steps behind, ready to bump into her again and continue their conversation. 

[obertlyalessa]

miriamclearwater‌:

It was hard not to let the anxiety overwhelm her.  She was sure that someone was going to come arrest her, or that she’d get a message forcing her to have something to do with punishing Nigel – Nigel, who she was blindingly angry at, but that she had known for almost half of her life, who had forgiven her for some pretty significant things.  She was sure everything that she had been working so hard for was going to come crashing down around her at any time.

When Alessa invited her to lunch she considered saying no.  It felt like too much to ask, getting out of bed and putting on a brave face for the rest of the world.  But she needed connections.  That was Nigel’s downfall.  He had no one important on his side.  She wouldn’t make that mistake.  She knew she had Walden, and maybe she had Alessa too.  But she needed to keep building.  “I was just here a moment,” she smiled.  “I’m –” terrible, awful.  “I’ve been better.  But not too terrible.  How are you?”

Miriam, little Miriam, looked fragile and huggable. Well, at least Alessa saw her like that at the moment, which was probably unfair. Miriam was strong and talented much more than she was huggable. But there was something in her eyes, that just made her think of  her Aquila’s. They couldn’t be more different, Miriam’s blue and determined, Aquila’s were the same shade of brown as Aurelio’s, but they both seemed to tell Alessa so much without telling her anything. Alessa reached across the table and pet Miriam’s arm gently. “´Not too terrible´ is a good place to start.” 

“Well it’s all a little hectic right around the holidays, but I’m doing okay. Javi just turned six, which is great but also gets me a bit emotional.” Alessa said, trying her best to not sound vulnerable, but failing miserably because the kids were just growing up so fast. 

[patrick-finnegan]

He would likely never figure out his way around the Ministry. Somehow it felt like the place got bigger every time he went looking for something. All he needed was the Records department. He’d told Yuki that he’d been there often enough he didn’t need an escort but now he got the distinct impression that he definitely still needed an escort.

The elevator had said he’d gotten off on the right floor, but Patrick was pretty sure that somewhere or other he’d taken a very wrong turn. The line of offices and party flags definitely didn’t lead to the Records department.

Well, shit. He could find his way around a car but not a building. “Hey!” He said as he caught sight of a woman and hurried to meet up with her. “Hey, uh, can I ask you a question?”

@obertlyalessa

[obertlyalessa]

Alessa wished she was in a rush. She would love nothing more than to be in a rush just so she wouldn’t have to play tour guide every five minutes. She’d made the mistake of thinking that the older she got, the fewer people would think she had time to waste guiding them through the admittedly poorly planned building, but it seemed she’d adopted a librarian look that encouraged them to do so. 

She had time to spare, yes, and she sucked at lying in these tiny, meaningless encounters. Plus, it was never good to be remembered as a bitch, no matter who the person was. Alessa turned around and gave her best flight-attendant smile until she realized she was talking to Patrick. She let herself relax a little, old friends got a different brand of practiced Alessa Smiles™, and Patrick had that benefit, having known her in school. “You still don’t know your way around, do you, love?”

[obertlyalessa]

toomcnairtocare‌:

Walden didn’t imagine a day when he’d match Alessa for fervor during the holidays. Usually he just stood back and let her have her way with anything she wanted within the offices. Now he kind of understood where it all came from, all that energy.  

“I’m gonna be a dad, Alessa. Daisy’s pregnant.”

He tried to sit down and then found that he couldn’t, just kept jittering everywhere instead. Grinning he ducked his head again and ran his fingers along one of the paintings that Javi had made up on the wall.

Well, well, well! Now that’s the kind of news the holidays were supposed to bring! Not annoying in-laws visiting asking for blood status papers that they knew didn’t exist! What an excellent motivation to keep going in the morning!

Alessa pulled Walden into a bear hug, it wasn’t easy being a parent but Walden’s excitement and energy were a good place to start. And he would be such a great one, too. 

“Oh, you lucky bastard! How far along is she?” Javi was going to be thrilled. 

[desperate-housewives]

Desperate Housewives, Come in, Stranger (S01E05)