Humanity's Strongest Solider

[penelope-rosier]

theheartlessbird​:

Gwen couldn’t think of the last time she had stepped foot in Hogsmeade. Most likely near a decade ago when she was still in school. It didn’t help that she had been living and working within Muggle communities until recently. As she walked through the crowd, she kept her eyes open for something to drink. The face that she had to put down her blood status when she filled out the Ministry’s Census had left a funny taste in her mouth and she was hoping firewhiskey would solve that problem.

Nothing good came when someone asked for her blood status. How many fights had she gotten in during Hogwarts because some pureblood thought they were better than her? Sure she had better control of her temper now, and this was under the guise of something official, but she still felt the same rage building deep in her stomach. 

Spotting on of the drink carts, she picked up her pace and wove her way through the crowd. She was nearly there when she felt herself collide with another human. Staggering back a few steps, she quickly caught herself before falling to the ground. 

“Sorry, wasn’t looking where I was going.” She muttered, unusually apologetic. 

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if Nellie was honest, she hated just about everything this event stood for, and having to do the planning for it made her feel sick at times, especially with how dangerous a list like this was in the wrong hands. Still, Nellie had a job to do, in more capacities than one, and she was nothing if not dutiful. Frankly, Nellie was certain this would have happened with or without her part - they would have found someone else. She had at least helped make it non mandatory for ministry officials, though she knew several work places had demanded it as well. Still, her hope was that she’d be able to get control of the list once it was made, and ensure it ended up in the right hands, and far away from those that want to do harm with it. 

a break was everything she needed for the time being. She needed time away for a moment, and thankfully, she was due for a break. Nellie hadn’t been paying close enough attention though, and she ended up bumping into someone. ‘ oh, merlin I’m so sorry, ‘ she murmured, reaching out a hand to help steady the other person. Realizing it was Gwen, she gave her a soft smile, ‘ nice to see you, Gwen. ‘ 

internally she winced at the greeting, knowing there wasn’t really any other option for any of them. Given the choice, she wouldn’t be here either but she knew there wasn’t a choice to be made. As such, she was trying to make the best of it, as much as she possibly could. ‘ have you gotten a drink yet? ‘  she asked, ready to offer to get her just that. 

‘ don’t be sorry, it was an accident and my fault as well, ‘ she smiled, waving her off. 

[penelope-rosier]

rodoblivates​:

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He didn’t need to turn his head as he heard the voice that seemed to be muttering at no one in particular. Rodolphus had been ordering his own drink when Penelope approached, his head nodding at the cart worker towards her. “And I’ll be buying whatever the lady wants as well.” He spoke matter-of-factly as he took his own drink and likely overpaid for what he had ordered and whatever she would choose. He stood silent as he watched her order, ensuring that she received her drink and was happy before he began walking away from the cart. 

Eyes glanced around the little village, letting silence settle for a moment before he elected to open his mouth again. “I’d just see your boss off somewhere, he looked mighty proud of himself for the turnout.” It was an idle conversation topic that was used as a filler, untrusting of their surroundings. “I trust that he’s put you in charge of a large portion of this?”

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her head whipped around at the sudden voice, and Penelope scolded herself for letting herself get so caught up in her own head. A small smile formed as she tilted her head towards Rod in quiet thanks as she ordered, ‘ I’ll have a sidecar please. ‘ She shifted her focus to Rodolphus as she murmured, ‘ thank you dolph, it’s much appreciated. ‘ Getting her drink, she took a small sip, and let out a pleasant hum. The event was exhausting her patience, but if nothing else, she was grateful that there was at least good alcohol involved. And if she was lucky, good company as well. Sure, Rodolphus wasn’t the warmest person she knew, but he was close enough to family that Nellie felt at ease with him beside her. 

‘ better you than me, ‘ she murmured, a teasing light behind her eyes as she mused, ‘ no I reckon he’s very pleased with the turn out. a lot of non ministry faces are here too, which I think pleases him more. ‘ Frankly, given the fact that it wasn’t mandatory for non ministry employees, she was a little surprised by how many people showed up, though she didn’t say so. Smiling, she nodded, ‘ of course. I did the vast majority of the planning, the speech writing, and the execution. that’ll have to stay between you and I though, ‘ she shrugged. ‘ enjoying yourself? ‘ Nellie asked, making small talk as best she could. 

[penelope-rosier]

markedmckinnon​:

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Adira McKinnon would consider it an honor that the Rosier daughter, and the family by extension, had become smitten with her little blonde daughter. All thanks to the lovely mark that took up her left arm. Though, Penelope and she had been rather close before that, both far too alike for their own good it seemed. They could chalk that up to family heritage she supposed. Marlene smiled as she shut the door behind her, glancing around the office as she listened to Penelope speak. “Break time isn’t what I’d call it, more like my boss told me to get my arse out of the office for a few hours. Apparently the bloke is tired of me making him look good.” She smirked an all too cocky smirk, knowing just how invaluable she was.

“I’ll go just about anywhere, I’d say somewhere with a large basket of chips elsewise I’ll boycott this lunch and head back to my desk.” Her head had turned to glance at her cousin with a shrug of her shoulders. “How about that little hole in the wall you found out three Tuesday’s ago? I liked that place.”

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it was exhausting sometimes, having to live a double life. It made trusting people almost impossible, even those she was closest to. Maybe especially those she was closest to. Marlene though, fell into both categories of someone she was close to and someone she trusted - a rarity. Then again, she and her cousin were in rather similar predicaments and that only helped to make things more solid between them. There was no one that Nellie could be more open with than Marlene, about not only her true beliefs but what she had to do in order to accomplish a bigger goal. Letting out a laugh, Nellie shook her head, ‘ good for him. you make him look any better and they’ll be looking to put you in his spot instead, ‘ she teased, though she wasn’t joking. 

‘ like I would ever bring you somewhere that didn’t serve chips. what kind of lunch do you think this is? ‘ she teased, giving her cousin an eye roll that rivaled that of a teenager. ‘ though I think I ought to be insulted that you’re just here for the chips and not my company, ‘ Nellie laughed. Knitting her eyebrows together thoughtfully, she nodded, ‘ right, yes I remember. that was a nice little find wasn’t it? ‘ she agreed. ‘ muggle london it is then. comfort home food, ‘ Nellie mused, ‘ ready? ‘ she asked, packing away her things and grabbing her bag. 

[penelope-rosier]

alessandraeibhlin​:

where: Minister of Magic’s outer office who: Alice and @penelope-rosier​

Alice had never gotten along with the other purebloods her mother wanted her to associate with when she was younger. She was always too loud, too opinionated, too active for the prim and proper, well behaved children Astraea Lestrange hoped would be a good influence on her daughter. Penelope Rosier was quite a bit younger than Alice, but she’d known of the other witch as exactly what her mother wanted her to be like. It wasn’t until Alice joined the Order that she realized just how wrong she was. Learning that Nellie was a spy had completely turned Alice’s opinion of her on its ear, but it was in the best way. Even though they had the same opinions, Nellie and Alice had made wildly different choices in how to deal with that. Still, Alice had immense respect for the younger woman.

Alice always enjoyed the opportunity to check up on Nellie and see if she had any information to pass on, and it was a job she was well-suited for. She’d been working in the Ministry for about ten years at this point and pretty much everyone knew she was friendly and social, so no one questioned her making small talk, even with a Rosier. Alice wandered into the Minister of Magic’s outer office with a warm smile on her face. “Good afternoon, Miss Rosier. Is the office its usual madhouse self today?”

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out of all the pureblood children that Nellie had been forced to grow up with, Alice was undeniably one that she admired the most. Her family had grown up unbelievably close to the Lestrange’s and as such, Nellie had often found herself around Alice. It was then that she learned exactly the kind of person she wanted to be - so much like Alice Lestrange and all her boldness. However, she had known then that any boldness from her would be dispelled quickly, either at her own expense or at Evan’s. As such, she waited, quietly, patiently, until she could do something about the growing ache of resentment and anger in her chest. Joining the Order had been step number one, and she was utterly thrilled when she saw Alice amongst their ranks. Few people knew where her true loyalties lied, and yet, she was more than grateful to know that Alice was one of them. 

though Nellie had an image to live up to, her job required civility and politeness to the Ministry workers as a whole. That alone gave Nellie a bit of wiggle room with her interactions. ‘ good afternoon, ‘ she smiled, before letting out a soft laugh, ‘ far worse than a madhouse but pretty typical of a tuesday, ‘ she grinned. It was no secret that the higher a person advanced in the ministry, the more nonsense they had to deal with. Nellie was fairly convinced that most days she was pretty sure that her entire career at this point was putting out the metaphorical and sometimes literal fires her boss started. ‘ how are things in your orbit today? ‘ 

[penelope-rosier]

ruinousstar​:

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“Plenty smoke on the clock. Including me, seemingly.” He drew another breath of smoke, releasing it gradually, but he abandoned the matter. It wasn’t like he was in the habit of pressing people to smoke. Knowing his temporary company, Sirius eased some, leaning heavier against the wall behind him.

“Fun work, going on errands to pubs and whatnot. Maybe I should apply for one,” Sirius spoke, expression conversationally with no clues to whether he was merely passing small talk or had something more serious behind the musings. Being Sirius, he presumably hadn’t. Everybody recognized that work was the last he wanted to do. He required his freedom to survive, his bartending at the Spitting Dragon simply for fun, a study visit to experience’ real life’. He peered at her, neck angled in contemplation. “Dressing up in a suit ‘n all.”

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‘ that’s true, but most others aren’t the undersecretary. what you lot can get away with versus what I can isn’t quite the same, ‘ she shrugged, the corner of her mouth ticking up into a grin. Nellie knew what standards she was held to, and she knew better than most the consequences of breaking them. Despite the fact that this was far from her dream job, it was a necessary means to an end. There was so much good she could do in the position she held, and Nellie didn’t take that for granted. 

‘ fun is one word for it, ‘ she mused, giving him a slight laugh, as she continued, ‘ you want to come play errand boy with me? please, you wouldn’t last a day, ‘ she teased. Nellie was fairly certain that Sirius could do just about anything he put his mind to, but that didn’t mean he wanted to. She knew that all too well. ‘ the suits are actually one of the few things I do enjoy about my job. look how fancy I am in my fitted suit. you can’t tell me there’s not at least something mildly appealing about that, ‘ she grinned. Nellie typically preferred more comfortable clothes, but even she had to admit that there was a power in a well fitted suit. 

[penelope-rosier]

pointeblack​:

it  had  indeed  been  a  long  night.  the  manor  in  which  the  black  family  resided  in  had  held  company  tended  to  by  her  parents,  and  narcissa  took  her  first  chance  at  an  exit  when  she  saw  one.  there  were  only  so  many  times  that  she  could  nod  along  with  a  story  before  her  head  would  simply  roll  off  of  her  shoulders,  she  was  absolutely  certain,  and  she  hadn’t  been  to  the  studio  in  days.  even  one  day  away  felt  like  too  long,  but  she’d  been  so  busy  with  monotonous  family  duties  that  she  hadn’t  been  able  to  find  time  for  it.

there  were  very  few  that  narcissa  would  willingly  share  her  time  with,  and  penelope  rosier  would  happen  to  be  one  of  the  few  that  she  considered  worthy  of  the  title  friend.  if  it  had  been  anyone  else  when  she  arrived,  she  would’ve  chosen  another  studio  in  the  building;  there  were  only  a  few,  but  as  an  instructor  she  had  access  to  each  one.  but  she  would  stay  with  penelope,  if  only  for  a  short  while.  two  dancers  was  too  many  for  just  one  room,  if  they  were  planning  on  dancing,  but  she  could  at  least  visit  and  converse  for  a  bit.

it  was  enough  just  to  watch,  and  even  sport  a  small  upturn  of  her  lips  as  she  watched  her  dance.  sadly,  all  good  things  must  come  to  an  end,  but  she  gave  a  few  claps  of  her  hands  in  appreciation  when  the  song  came  to  a  stop.  “’lo,  nellie,”  narcissa  greeted,  pointe  shoes  dangling  from  her  other  hand  as  she  waved  in  answer  to  the  curtsy  she  was  given.

“you  know  that  i  can’t  resist,”  she  said,  leaning  back  to  rest  her  body  weight  against  the  door  closed  behind  her.  “stravinsky  suits  you.  i’m  more  of  a..  ludovico  einaudi  girl  myself.  have  you  been  here  long?”

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she positively beamed in return, sending a small wave in return as she finally broke posture. ‘ hi, Cissa, ‘ she greeted, giving her a warm and welcoming smile. And this was always the hardest part for her, living the life that she did. Despite her fervent hatred for the old ways and for the damning beliefs that most people in her childhood circle held, Nellie did care for many of the people all the same. It was hard not to still care for, and even love, the people she’d grown up with, come to see as family in many ways. Though she knew she’d do whatever was necessary to help the Order win, these moments were just as genuine. 

most days she was just this; a ballerina spinning delicately on a tightrope. 

if it was anyone else that came into the same studio as her, Nellie would have politely packed up and left. However, this was Narcissa, and as such, she had finished out her choreography instead. Narcissa had been one of the people to help train her, and for that, Nellie was elated to see her here. Part of her was all too willing to show her just how well the lessons had paid off. There weren’t many things that made Nellie altogether prideful, but her dancing was certainly one of them. It was something she not only excelled at early on, but proof of all the hard work and dedication she was capable of. 

‘ thank you, thank you, ‘ she murmured, giving one more curtsy, giving the blonde a kind smile. The light and airy kind that made her whole face light up with warmth. ‘ well you should know your presence is always welcomed around here, ‘ she offered, ‘ it really is good to see you. ‘ Nellie had few connections outside her family line growing up, and though she and Cissa were raised in the same circle, this was something that bonded them - something that was entirely and distinctly theirs. 

‘ thank you, that’s high praise. stravinsky has always had my heart, ‘ she admitted. Nodding thoughtfully, Nellie continued, ‘ I believe that. there’s a certain depth to einaudi that you are remarkably good at portraying in your dancing. ‘ The difference between the sharpness in Stravinsky’s notes to the fluidity of Einaudi’s spoke volumes, and Nellie couldn’t help but see the parallel. 

[penelope-rosier]

Who: Nellie & Open Location: Hogsmeade When: During Census Day

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when the census had been brought up, Nellie had tried to convince the Minister that they didn’t need to include blood status. She knew just how dangerous that information was in the wrong hands, and Nellie was certain it would end up there. Frankly, she worried that she’d be the one asked to retrieve it, as she’d have the most access to it. Already, she was formulating what she’d do to fail her mission and not blow her cover. The idea that this was meant to be a party of all things made her head spin just a little bit. Nellie could already see how many people were on edge, and despite the ministries efforts to reassure them all by throwing a party, she knew it wasn’t working. 

after putting down her own name, she had been tasked with sitting at one of the booths for a while. Answering questions with a smile, helping people through the process, and overall trying to reassure people in whatever way she could - as was her duty. So she was undeniably relieved when she was given a break from her post. 

with a small sigh, she made her way towards one of the carts as she muttered, ‘ I need a drink if I’m getting through the rest of this night. ‘ 

[penelope-rosier]

mrauderprongs​:

James was sitting in his favourite café just enjoying a nice cuppa when someone joined him and started talking about his career. It hadn’t been long that James was a starting Chaser for a professional team and he already got recognised, he couldn’t believe it. 

“I don’t know what make me love the sky so much, when you are out there you just feel like nothing can stop you.”

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truthfully, she didn’t know what made her sit down and ask him about his career. It’s not as thought she was a major fan of his team, or even of him, but some part of her needed to know if it was everything he had hoped. Nellie had played on the Slytherin team, and there had been days that she had dreamed of going pro, even though she had known that such a career would never be in the cards for her. Hearing about it from him was nice though, and for a moment, she almost wished she’d have let herself have the happiness she wanted. 

‘ that sounds amazing. it must be nice getting to play for a living, yeah? ‘ she asked, kind and curious, ‘ hard work too, I reckon, but worth it. ‘ 

[penelope-rosier]

theheartlessbird​:

Escape || Gwen & (Open)

Location: Club in Muggle London 

The music pulsed through her, reverberating down to her bone marrow. The thin film of sweat that covered her body keeping her cool in the overpacked club. Her head was pleasantly spinning from the few drinks she had already thrown back. She loved letting herself get lost in the music and crowd, the noise loud enough to drive everything else from her mind. It was the only thing that even came close to reminding her of flying. As the music changed, one song bleeding into another, she started to push her way out of the crowd and toward the bar on the other side of the establishment. She always enjoyed herself when she went out in muggle London, less chance of people recognizing her or some two knut reporter trying to make a headline. She knew she was still relatively new to the team and didn’t let her ego take over completely but being named rookie of the year last year had put her name out there. She didn’t come out dancing to catch people’s attention (though she was not unaware of the eyes that lingers on her), she came out to lose herself for a few hours.

She was almost to the bar when she took in how crowded it was, and she was not in the mood to have to wait for a drink. Letting out a sigh she made her way to one of the exterior doors and found her way into an alley behind the club. She leaned against the cool brick as she slipped off her heels and let her feet rest on the cement. Pulling a metal case out of the hidden pockets in her skirt she flicked it open and pulled out the hand rolled splif and brought it to her lips. Flicking her eyes down the alley, making sure she was alone, she quickly pulled out her wand and muttered a quick “Incendio” brining the small flame up. The crackling of burning paper was music to her ears as she took a long drag, letting the smoke burn its way into her lungs. Letting out a satisfied sigh, the smoke spilling from her painted lips, she let herself sink to the ground and rest for a moment in the quiet. As she took another breath in, she let her eyes close, the night wrapping around her like a blanket.

She heard the footsteps approaching but didn’t have it in her to move or open her eyes. She listened as they drew closer and stopped. “Whatever it is you want, I don’t have it.” She bit out, “I would suggest you fuck off before I get annoyed.”

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clubs were not typically her thing, but now and again, Penelope liked to get away from all the responsibilities that were simmering on her shoulders. If it wasn’t excessive duties at work, it was balancing her position between the Death Eaters and the Order. Here, she wasn’t a Rosier, she wasn’t the undersecretary, she wasn’t an agent, she was just Nellie. She could just exist, free of all the things that were constantly weighing her down. 

muggle London was the easiest place for her to disappear to, because no one thought to look for one of the pureblood elite in the middle of a muggle club. It was part of the reason she found them to be so appealing, and why, even if she never went home with anyone, she enjoyed the night out all the same. She nursed her gin and tonic, still carrying an air of grace around her despite the fact that she was supposed to be letting loose for a while. Nellie knew that there was only so far she could let herself go, and she was always careful not to cross that line. 

all it would take is the wrong person spotting her in the wrong state in the wrong place for all the work she’d done to come unravelled, and Nellie, though a lot of things, wasn’t careless. As such, she came to enjoy the namelessness, the facelessness, and the overall ambience of muggle London and sweaty club that held nothing but dancing bodies. After a while of dancing, Nellie had to step away for a while, just to get a bit of air and to clear her head. Downing the rest of her drink, she went out the side door and stepped into the side alley. 

seeing someone sitting down, her eyebrows narrowed worriedly for a moment and she stepped closer, intending to ask if they were already, before she heard the warning. Nellie bit back a laugh as she answered back, ‘ sorry, I just wanted to make sure you were alright. ‘ Pulling her hair off her neck, she turned and headed back towards the other end as she added, ‘ don’t mind me, ‘m just getting some air. ‘ 

[penelope-rosier]

ruinousstar​:

Who: Sirius & Open

Location: The Spitting Dragon Bar

Sirius tugged the unlit cigarette into the corner of his mouth. Combat-boot-clad foot propped up against the wall behind him, hand running through the waves of his hair, messing it up even more, before reaching for the Muggle lighter in the pocket of his jeans. He was taking a break from the shift at the bar, wisely choosing to spend it inhaling smoke down his lungs.

Thumb rolled over the lighter’s mechanism, creating fire - just like magic. A little sigh turned to an inhale as he helped the cigarette to begin its journey to burn to ashes. Sirius quite enjoyed the shifts at the bar, sure. It was a pastime where he got to get rid of some of his energy for socialising, to observe how ordinary people lived even if he wasn’t quite aware of it—having to work, spending their salary on drinks and food and merriment. Sirius had enough left from the inheritance from Uncle Alphard not to need the job. He treated it like a hobby, showing up when it pleased him, ditching a shift if something better - or more critical - came along. It was the highborn’s curiosity about a world he still didn’t fully understand or felt he belonged in.

The notion of a presence joining him made Sirius lazily turn his head, jaw and shoulders tensing slightly in the ever-preparation for a fight rather than flight. Sirius didn’t seem too alarmed (yet) as he whisked the packet of cigarettes up from his pocket and gave it a little shake. “Want a smoke?”

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getting sent on errands was just about her least favorite part of her job, but Nellie knew it came with the territory. Her position, though seemingly just a lot of paperwork, came with knowing just about everything that was going on within the ministry. It also came with having a certain level of sway with the Minister - a trust that most people didn’t necessarily get to gain with him. As such, Nellie did the tedious work, because she knew the knowledge would come in handy for the Order one day. 

so if that meant coming to the Spitting Dragon of all places to pick up some files from a ministry official that was technically off the clock for the day, then Nellie would do just that. Even if she felt ridiculously overdressed in her tailored slacks, and blazer that was perfectly fitted. A proper stuffy professional and everything she had sworn to never become; if eight year old her could only see her now. Nellie pushed the thought from her mind, knowing that even that version of her would have put on the stupid fancy clothes if it meant getting a job done. Her visit itself was short lived, in and out with relatively short amount of small talk as she gathered the necessary files. Why they were out of the office at all was beyond her, but it wasn’t her place to ask, and Nellie wasn’t in the habit of making waves where they didn’t need to be any. As such, she got what she needed and turned to go. Which was of course when she ran into Sirius of all people. 

she did a slight double take, pausing only briefly as she gave a him a polite smile. Nellie could be polite always, as her position demanded it, but anything more and suspicions would set in and she couldn’t afford that. Not with how precarious her place was already. ‘ Sirius, ‘ she acknowledged, nodding her head. ‘ no, thank you, still on the clock, ‘ she answered. The last thing she needed was to go back smelling like smoke, anymore than she would just from being in here. 

[penelope-rosier]

TWENTY year old who works as the UNDERSECRETARY. They are a PUREBLOOD who currently sides with the DEATH EATERS ORDER. Their pronouns are SHE / HER and look like DIANA SILVERS.

BASICS

full name: penelope kore rosier nickname: nellie, nel, pen, penny ( by a very select few ) date of birth: january 26th zodiac: aquarius age: twenty gender: ciswoman pronouns: she/her sexual orientation: pansexual relationship status: single occupation: undersecretary to the minister of magic hometown: london, england uk residence: london, england uk

APPEARANCE

faceclaim: diana silvers height: 5′5″ eye color: dark brown hair color + appearance: brown & mid-chest & straight w/face framing layers build: tall & slender; lean & athletic  tattoos / scars: small dragon silhouettes on the back of her right shoulder; a small crescent scar on her left knee 

PERSONALITY

mbti: infp alignment: chaotic good archetype: caregiver enneagram type: type two (the helper) likes: reading, traveling, quidditch, the stars, mythology, big sweatshirts, milkshakes, cold cream on coffee dislikes: being interrupted, too hot beverages, loud traffic, messy notes, tardiness, cruelty  positive traits: assiduous, effulgent, ingenuous, unwavering negative traits: reticent, sarcastic, unassuming, stubborn

RELATIONSHIPS

parents: edward rosier & grace née mckinnon rosier siblings: evan rosier cousins: on her dad’s side; alecto & amycus carrow & on her mum’s side; marlene & marcel mckinnon pets: a calico cat named gem

MENTAL

education: graduated from hogwarts literacy: highly literate; well read in six languages languages: english, spanish, italian, french, arabic, portuguese, & german disorders: anxiety, depression, disordered eating phobias: losing her loved ones, fear of failure

[penelope-rosier]

Who: Marlene & Nellie ​ Where: Nellie’s office @markedmckinnon​​​

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‘ close the door behind you please, ‘ she greeted, not even looking up from her stack of paperwork as the familiar figure came into her doorway. Nellie didn’t need to look up to know who was there. Marlene was the only McKinnon on her parents approved list to speak to, and though Nellie cared little about their opinions, it did make her life easier to at least pretend to follow along. Nellie waited until she heard the door shut, before looking up at her cousin with a small grin. She tossed her pencil on her desk and sighed, ‘ break time already? thank merlin. ‘ 

leaning back in seat, Nellie gave her a soft grin, ‘ dart on a map today? where are we getting lunch? because I am certainly not getting anything from the cafeteria after the morning I’ve had, ‘ she mused. 

[penelope-rosier]

Who: Alecto & Nellie ​ Where: Nellie’s penthouse @alectocxrrows​​

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gracefully moving around the island, Nellie took the bottle of red she’d gotten from Italy on her last business trip and opened it, letting it air out while she finished putting together the charcuterie board. Nellie knew they could just apparate somewhere and have this already made, but sometimes she liked putting it together. That way, she knew she had only thing she liked and none of the things she didn’t. Besides, she had asked Alecto to come over so that they could unwind after a particularly stressful work week. At least, it’d been stressful for her, and she reckoned that if it’d been a bad on on her end, it likely had been on Alecto’s as well. 

moving the delicately arranged board over to the island, she poured them each a glass of wine, handed one to her cousin and gave her a small smile, ‘ here’s to being done with this week and hopefully not having another like it for a while, ‘ she offered, tilting her wine glass in cheers before taking a drink. ‘ are you planning anything fun for the next couple days? ‘ she asked. 

[penelope-rosier]

Who: Amycus & Nellie ​ Where: Wizarding London  @amycuscxrrow​​

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of course she had known that when she’d agreed to join the Death Eaters that going on missions would be a part of the deal. Gathering information only worked if she in deep enough to actually be told anything. To be involved meant proving her loyalty to their cause, and Nellie was still working on that. She was young, green in the eyes of most people around her, and usually she used it to her advantage, but as it was, she needed them to see her a little harder if any of this was going to pan out. 

thankfully, most things they did were still subtle enough that Nellie’s moral compass hadn’t been shattered yet. Bent, maybe, but not shattered, and she could live with that. As far as she knew, tonight wouldn’t be any different. ‘ so we’re demolishing the service towers, right? ‘ she asked, her voice low as she looked at her cousin curiously. It would be an inconvenience to the wixen that worked in the area, would probably prove how dependent they were on technology they maybe didn’t need, but it wouldn’t necessarily hurt anyone, and Nellie fought to keep the hope down that this was all their mission was. 

[penelope-rosier]

Who: Emmeline & Nellie ​ Where: Ministry Coffee Cart @vanceofmyheart​​

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her routine was borderline sacred to her, which was Nellie always came in an extra fifteen minutes early so that she could stop at the good coffee cart, despite the longer line. On the days her job required her to travel, she found local shops in whatever country she and the Minister were visiting, but on a regular basis, this was undeniably her go to spot. Nellie waited in line patiently, shifting from foot to foot as she waited. She looked down at her pebble, checking the day’s agenda idly until it was her turn in line. Nellie ordered her usual, a cold brew coffee with vanilla cold foam on top. 

after ordering hers she added, ‘ and whatever the person behind me wants, ‘ she took a step over, looking over her shoulder to smile at whoever was behind her. Nellie was pleasantly surprised to see Emmeline standing behind her, ‘ morning, Emmeline, ‘ she smiled. 

[penelope-rosier]

Who: Narcissa & Nellie ​ Where: Ballet Studio @pointeblack​

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hair wrapped in a perfect bun, Nellie smoothed down her skirt as she made her way into the ballet studio. After the day she’d had, this was exactly what she needed. Decidedly, she spoke, ‘ merlin, play Stravinsky’s Firebird, ‘ and as the music started to flow, her feet started to move. Her body moved instinctively, and suddenly, the only discipline she needed to worry about was the rules of ballet. Everything that mattered narrowed down to the things in this studio, to the way her feet moved, to the way her arms were positioned, to the way she held her center, and the way she turned on a dime. 

the sound of the door opening should have phased her, and yet, it didn’t. Nellie knew there was likely only one other person that would be coming in at this time, and as she came out of the romberse, she was proven correct when her eyes caught sight of Narcissa. She gave the older woman a smile, warm and delighted as she continued on with her movements. When the first song of the suite came to an end, so did Nellie, and she gave a small curtsey as she turned to Cissa. 

‘ this is a pleasant surprise. I wasn’t sure anyone else would be here this late, but it’s nice to know I’m not the only one who enjoys a little pointe after a long day, ‘ she smiled. 

[penelope-rosier]

INTRODUCTIONS

skills - ballet; language learning; the violin; the piano

languages - english, spanish, italian, arabic, french, portuguese, & german 

hobbies - reading; art; dancing; mythology

AESTHETICS

 embers burning, violin strings, hands tucked into sleeves, delicate jewelry, abundance of hope, classical music, cheek kisses, resilience in her blood, the clink of silverware, dirt under nails, head thrown back laughing, fantasy books, loyalty to a fault, dried flowers on the wall, silent observation, dragon scales, eyes that smile, greenhouses, quiet rebellion, pointe shoes, head resting in laps, kindness is not weakness, a grand piano, oversized sweaters