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"She might be privileged but she know something of the real world, of cold stares and slurs thrown your way on the street. She knows something about the pain people cause for dun, and how easily they do it. She wants to protect others from that, she always has. Come here, and I’ll do my best to keep you safe."

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FLORENCE VANE.

“Don’t be scared. I’ve got you.” She’d always been protective of Olivia. Florence was protective of a lot of people, but there was something about Olivia that made her protectiveness rise to the surface, made it open and honest rather than the begrudging emotion accompanied by sighs and eye rolls. With Olivia, Florence had never been able to be anything but kind. She’d never wanted to be anything but kind. Some people you just felt as though they had already carried too many burdens for you to want to be another one.

“Of course it’s a good idea. You never know when you might be required to defend yourself. There’s nutters out in London right now.” Florence stood behind Olivia, hands resting on each of her shoulders to make sure they were level and not too tense. “Take a breath. In, out… that’s it. Now there’s going to be a kickback, so be ready for it. When you’re ready just point… and squeeze.”

“It’s less me I’m worried and more the loaded gun I’m holding. I’d feel better if you had that.” Despite her words Olivia squares her shoulders and draws a breath, trying to mimic the calm that people on TV always seem to have when they’re about to shoot a gun. Either they’re great actors or they’ve never actually held one. Or they were like Florence; experienced. Olivia had to admire the other, her cool and determination. She could relate the the latter but the former had never really been a quality she possessed. It was pretty safe to say she never would. But she’d try to pretend with Florence’s coaching. Olivia slowly squeezed the trigger, the gun aimed towards the target. There was an abrupt and very loud noise as the kickback forced Olivia’s arms upward and she took a step back, nearly tripping over Florence as she did. It took her a beat to even process what had happened let alone look at the target which she had hit, right at the very edge. 

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NARCISSA BLACK.

                                                       N a r c i s s a  &  O l i v i a .                                                                  { @ofoliivia }

It’s been nine years since she last brushed a stray fleck of mascara from Olivia’s cheek. Nine years since they sat side by side gossiping under hushed breaths. Nine years since Narcissa decided that Olivia was too soft, too warm, too vulnerable, to survive the slow descent into illicit darkness that her own life had become. Cutting their ties comes surprisingly easy – it is then that sixteen-year-old Narcissa realises that she is well and truly a Black. A glint of something sharp and, as the connection between them falls slack, she doesn’t feel a thing.

It’s been nine years, but she’s definitely not counting.

Despite this period of time, it isn’t as though they haven’t seen one another since. The Sacred 28 prided themselves on being tight-knit and with the Ollivanders being so prominent in the world of media technology, it’s near impossible for Narcissa to stay out of Olivia’s orbit.

“I hear you own a pub now,” she says on one such occasion that they do collide, the words certainly not a greeting and not quite a compliment either as her gaze travels over the form of the other. It’s a grey, misty weekday morning and those in the Sacred 28 whose schedules are clear have been called into a meeting on the importance of safety and security following the arson at Hogwarts. Narcissa goes for the sake of looking dedicated but knows that she is far better protected than the suggestions made (she quite vocally refused to carry pepper spray on the account that it was going to ruin the aesthetic of her bag’s contents – her father had scoffed at that). “What a peculiar career choice.”

Nine years is a long time, long enough to become a completely different person. Someone capable of walking with her head held high and commanding her own life, someone capable of at least pretending she doesn’t give a damn what anyone thinks about her anymore. And yet, standing in front of a ghosts, because thats all Narcissa Black could ever be to Olivia, she feels like a child again. She remembers what it was to stare at this girl, now woman, and think that is everything I dream of becoming. She remembers what it was to be made to feel worthy by just a few of Narcissa’s words, and she remembers what it was to be cast away like she was nothing when Narcissa grew bored.  Let it go.  Thats what you’re supposed to do, isn’t it? Let go of the people who hurt you because until you manage that they still have power. Thats what she tells herself, thats what she’s been telling herself as long as she can remember. But it’s hard to let go of what you don’t understand she she just doesn’t understand what it was that made this girl push her so far away. She doesn’t understand. She isn’t the only one.   Olivia can see it in the blonde’s eyes as she sees the word pub. Its a judgement which comes from lack of understanding, well that and a stick shoved so far up her arse it’s got to have impaled her brain by now. So Olivia smiles as politely as she can. “I suppose so, but I’ve wanted one since college.” But you wouldn’t know that. “It’s doing well enough, I mean, it’s no House of Black, but it’s alright.” If alright means one of the highest rated bars in London, but she doesn’t mention that. Olivia has learned what she’s good at and whats she’s not. She hires people to handle the things she isn’t good at. She’d hire Narcissa to handle all her bragging, the girl is probably the best in the word. Of course, she’s also no available. Pity. 

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Deepika Padukone Photoshoot For Filmfare January 2017

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RODOLPHUS LESTRANGE // @atrodolphus

“Well well, of all the gin joints in all the world.” She stands behind him with a bright smile on her face, one that he might just find annoying. That doesn’t make her want to hide it. Rodolphus Lestrange is a lot of things Olivia is not, and she’s alright with that but never once has she succumbed to his serious and brooding behavior. She comes to him with drink in hand (only fair, she does own the place) and a good attitude. “Come to check up on your investment?” She didn’t like him much at first, the hard shell he came in was hard for her to look past. Now days though the word friends seems like it could apply. Of course its not exactly easy to say it, not when she’s getting breakfast with Alice in a few hours and she knows she’ll have to avoid mention of him. Of course she’ll avoid mention of the detective tonight too. And of politics, and of Sirius and Marlene, and of how good he looks in that suit. Time with Rodolphus has become an avoidance game for Olivia, one misstep and her brightly colored heels won’t save her from the landmine. Nothing will. 

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🎬

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE FILM?

    “I’m rubbish at picking favorites, but I really liked that film Gifted.”

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🚬

WHAT WOULD CONSIDER YOUR WORST HABIT?

     “Probably feeling bad for myself. I mean, I consider myself a pretty positive person, and I really try not to, but sometimes its hard not to let the world get you down, you know? And I have so much, really so much, and I wish I could just remember that when I’m tempted to throw myself a little pity party. I try.”

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🎺 Can you play any instruments? Do you wish you could?

DO YOU PLAY ANY INSTRUMENTS? DO YOU WISH YOU COULD?

  “Theoretically I can play a bit of piano. I wish I could play guitar, I’d love to learn.”

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📞 Who was the last person you spoke to over the phone?

WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU SPOKE TO OVER THE PHONE?

   “My dad. I’m sorry is that horribly lame?”

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WHAT DOES YOUR AVERAGE EVENING CONSIST OF?

    “God, it’s long. The bar opens around six, so I’m almost always there by then. I try to get the paperwork and all that done before then so I can mingle. I’ll start bartending around eight if I can, thats usually when the rush hits. It all depends on how busy it is. I try to stick around till close, which is three. I’m usually home around four. Sometimes I’ll leave at midnight earlier in the week though, sort of depends on the night. Once I’m home it’s a shower, washing my face, sometimes a mask and a bit of Netflix before bed.”

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AMYCUS CARROW // @avcarrow

“Its very impressive.” She tries to be delicate, to say something true and make it sound like a good thing even though nothing about this building appeals to her. Olivia walks by their side down the halls of Carrow Energy. Every inch of the space is as magnificent as it is cold. To her it seems so impersonal, foreign. It’s so different from her little pub, all warm and soft surfaces, built to welcome people. Even Olivander’s seems friendlier than this with its bean bag chairs and colorful walls.  She knows Amycus is doing her a favor by bringing her here, and yet every part of her aches to turn tail and run. She doesn’t belong in this world, and she never has despite all it’s given her. But she doesn’t say it, and she doesn’t run because she has a responsibility to stay here, for her father. And Amycus is one of the best people to show her how to manage it. 

[aashiqaanah]

 Deepika Padukone’s All About You Gothic Queen Collection

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FLORENCE VANE // @florencevane

She lifts the gun and tries to to be nervous, tries to be as calm as Florence is. Thats a lot easier said than done. Guns are part of Florence’s career, they’re normal for her. However in Olivia’s line of work you pray no one brings a gun anywhere near the bar. Bullets and booze might mix, but it’s not a good one. However Olivia hasn’t had a drop to drink today, so at least she doesn’t have that to worry about.  “Are we sure this is a good idea?” she asks Florence, turning her head away from the target to look at the woman over her shoulder. In theory coming to the shooting range was something she’d wanted to do, she still did. It was just a little nerve wracking to be holding an actual gun. Something that was capable of ending a human life. 

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TED TONKS // @tedtvlks

She’s so wrapped up in the moment that she doesn’t see them come into the bar. It’s packed and there are bodies blocking her view of the door, but usually she notices. Ted is hard not to notice. She’s behind the bar tonight, happens as often as not. Theres no sense in hiding away in her office as far as Olivia can see, no sense in not being a part of what she’s created if she has a choice. And she likes what it is she’s created tonight, the colors are bright and the music plays over the rumble of voices. Some people dance, some people talk, everybody drinks.  When she does catch sight of him Olivia is leaned over the bar with an American guy saying his drink order into her ear. Its gotten loud over by the bar, she’ll have to get people to move away so its possible to hear. But even though she can hear him just fine from this distance it becomes hard to focus on the man’s Highball when her eyes are locked on Ted over his shoulder. Painted lips form a grin, and they part after a moment, mouthing the word “Hey.” Its always a gamble when he walks in, if he’s here to see her or just to be at the bar. She could just ask him, but she’s alright with it either way. Maybe she goes home with him, maybe not. Maybe they spend twenty minutes making a mess of her office. She’ll embrace the possibilities. 

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All I wanted was to receive the love I gave.

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