who is your favorite child .
"rowan," she answered without hesitation. "i should probably feel bad about how quickly i answered, but i don't think any of them could really blame me. after all, she is deceased."
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@persiistents
who is your favorite child .
"rowan," she answered without hesitation. "i should probably feel bad about how quickly i answered, but i don't think any of them could really blame me. after all, she is deceased."
❛ you've been so quiet. what's on your mind? ❜ @hoggleswart
"not much,” hélène responded with a sigh, as she sunk into her chair. it was completely and utterly unladylike and she would only do such a thing in the presence of oliviette. “that’s a lie,” she eventually admitted after taking a sip from her glass of wine. “relationship problems,” she finally added, though she didn’t volunteer any details.
❛ i'm still learning. ❜ @hoggleswart
i’ll say. hélène thought, though she made an express point of NOT saying it out loud. for the time being, ezekiel was showing considerable progress and that was not to be taken lightly. “is this an apology?” she arched an eyebrow as she folded her arms across the chest, the corner of her lips fighting to turn upwards into a smile.
ft. ezekiel
Eyes momentarily focus on tapping nails. As observant as he has the ability to be, Ezekiel doesn’t need such talents to recognise the signs of an irritated woman. He’s well - versed in the signs, having been here many times before. His stoic stance and inability to ever give a straight, honest answer has ALWAYS been his downfall when it came to relationships. " I don’t do specifics. It’s not in my job description. " If it was, he wouldn’t be very good at it. Not the store owner side. There’s no real art ( in his opinion ) to dealing with dark objects, as long as you know NOT to touch them unprepared and how much they’re worth to the right, or wrong, buyer. ― But as a right hand / hand? That’s far more complicated & secretive.
the scowl remained on hélène‘s face - a clear sign that she wasn’t willing to accept ezekiel’s explanation. and even if he’d offered up something remotely believable, she likely wouldn’t have forgiven him - at least, not so easily. “and what job is that?” she ultimately asked.
❝ being attracted to very smart women is a double-edged sword. ❞ @hvllcwedground
hélène laughed, “if only men knew that,” she continued, this time allowing a smile to spread across her face. “unfortunately, from what i’ve experienced, very few have.”
👽🤑🛒
👽- does my muse believe in intelligent extraterrestrial life?
i doubt hélène has put any thought into the existence of aliens, let alone whether or not any intelligent forms exist.
🤑- does my muse always look for ways to make money even if it is through illegal or immoral means?
definitely not ! her ex husband did this and it's one of the many things she dislikes about him ! she has plenty of means of making money through legal ways !
🛒- how often does my muse go shopping for groceries?
first off, hélène definitely has someone that does all of her grocery shopping for her. that being said, she likes fresh produce so once a week.
ft. ezekiel
He knows. ― She isn’t the first person he’s had to abruptly abandon, quick to follow orders without considering those being left behind. Probably won’t be the last either. Ezekiel is a creature of habit : so stuck in his ways that little room for compromise or change is left. It’s an entanglement he’s found himself caught up in before, loyalty to found family coming above all else. Even relationships. " An emergency came up. I had somewhere I needed to be. " It isn’t an excuse. Isn’t an apology either. Simply an explanation. Zeke owes Helene that much at least, given his hasty departure from date night. " There wasn’t time for conversation. "
hélène's remained narrowed as she tapped her finger nails against the table. her anger was dissipating, but she wasn’t quite ready to forgive ezekiel. he’d need to apologize for that - or at least, attempt a better apology. she knew better than to hold out for a proper apology. “that’s it? an emergency? no specifics?” she responded after a brief silence, “are you talking about the apothecary? you’re not even an auror-”
‘ why are you looking at me like that ? ‘ @hoggleswart
hélène doubled down on her silent treatment - her eyes narrowed as she sipped on her cup of tea. she thought about folding her arms across her chest but that would be too far. she’d save that move for later. hopefully she wouldn’t have to use it. eventually she cleared her throat before giving a single response - “i think you know.”
👑 & 🔥
👑 CROWN - what does your oc want to be remembered as? why? hélène would best like to be remembered as a good mother, by her children, something she does worry about quite frequently. apart from that, she hasn’t put much thought into it.
🔥 FIRE - do they have any self destructive tendencies? what habits do they have that hinder them from becoming their best self? remarkably, hélène doesn’t have any truly self destructive tendencies. even though she’s prone to worrying, she’s usually able to convince herself that she’s being silly.
ft. etta
𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓 : my god what are all these flowers for? 𝐅𝐓. : @persiistents 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 : etta’s manor.
‘ They’re well - wishes. Congratulations. — Possibly condolences. I confess I’ve stopped reading the notes attached. ’ By now, news had spread far & wide of Oliviette Zabini’s impending journey into grandmother. There were few people who didn’t know, magical community rife with whispers. Mindless gossip that no doubt changed each time a new person passed it onto a peer. Front room has seen the arrival of many petals. They pile up against one another, a mass gathering of presents to celebrate the exciting reveal, glaringly obvious no matter how desperately she tries to ignore them. ‘ You know how people are. They love to try and get the inside scoop. ’
"how kind of them,” hélène responded with a smile, she made an effort to hide her jealousy of her friend’s impending grandmotherhood. don’t get her wrong - she was definitely happy for etta, just a tad upset at her own circumstances. “maybe we should make a game of it - we read the notes and try to figure out who sent it?” she suggested with a laugh. “of course, we’d have to drink for each one we get wrong.”
ft. fleur
there was an automatic shift to comfortability after hearing the woman respond back in her language — her french brogue rolling off so naturally that fleur knew she was a native herself. “ merci, madame. ” she smiled in return, her shoulders dropping significantly in relaxation. “ i hate to admit that i’ve actually tried that today. i think today just isn’t my day. ” chuckling lightly before a pause passed. “ would you mind if i side along ? that is, if you’re on your way over there. ”
“i can’t tell you the amount of times i’ve wound up in the wrong place,” hélène laughed - her attempt at easing any worries that fleur might still be having. “you’ll get the hang of it,” she smiled, “it might take a few years,” she added, “of course you’re welcome to join me.”
ft. fleur
OPEN STARTER : @startertms. LOCATION : anywhere in wix london.
“ mon dieu… ” fleur mumbled to herself, burying her phone in the back pocket of her jeans quite harshly. it was near useless to her since it she was convinced it was taking her to anywhere but where she needed to be. it could almost be seen a humorous to anyone that knew just how many years fleur had been residing in england — only to be found like a mind boggled foreigner struck with culture shock. clearing her throat a little too loud, also an attempt to grab the attention of the person closest to her. “ pardon ? i’m so sorry to disturb you, but would you know know the quickest way to get to hogsmeade from here ? ”
despite having spent over thirty years in england - hélène still found herself lost when it came to basic directions. perhaps she lacked a sense of direction or more likely, she just couldn’t be bothered. either way she was sympathetic to fleur’s confusion, though her attention was caught by the other’s use of french. “aucun problème,” she smiled, “i think apparation would be your best bet. though i’ll admit, i’m not great with directions.”
ft. etta
‘ I wouldn’t know. It’s been a while since I last had some good … cheese. ’ There’s a WICKED glint in her eye : hidden meaning that she’s sure they both understand while another sip of rich bordeaux. It’s exactly what she needs after a night like tonight, exhausted from socialising and silly costumes. ‘ This? — An old wedding present. ’ From which wedding? Etta couldn’t possibly say. They all start to blend together after a while. ‘ I’ve been saving it for the right occasion and now seemed like as good a reason as any. ’
"such a shame,” hélène responded, her lips pursed as she eyed her friend, “i had some just yesterday,” she ultimately responded, her frown giving way to a smile as she took a sip of her wine. she couldn’t hide her happiness for long, not that she should even have to in the first place. she was happy, truly happy, for the first time in a very long time, she was tempted to shout it from the roof tops. “whoever gifted it has excellent taste,” she responded with a laugh, “i should be flattered that this counts as a special occasion.”
❛ i never drink alone . it’s sad and depressing . ❜ @stcysmom
“in that case, would you like to share?” hélène asked with a smile as she gestured to the unopened bottle of wine in front of her. she had planned on drinking a glass or two by herself but eliza’s words struck a cord. “it really is lonely drinking alone,” she sighed, “plus a bottle of wine this good should be shared.”
❛ some things just get better with age! like a fine bordeaux! ❜ @hoggleswart
"whisky, cheese, sex, to name a few” hélène continued with a laugh before she paused to take a rather generous sip from her glass of wine. “i would go on but you get the picture,” she laughed once more before taking another sip of her drink. “where did you find this bottle? it’s delightful.”
ft. damien
“It’s the same difference to me.” Damien messes with a piece of string from his shirt that is too stubborn to rip off completely. Some days he had half a mind to ghost his entire family yet again, some days he came in like a tidal wave. “Oh, I have actually. In the kitchen, at eight in the morning…Using the coffee maker like he lives here.” ( Damien does not live here either. ) ( He lives alone in a flat in the middle of muggle London that he paid a fortune for but it smelled like cat litter despite an absence of a cat on the premises. ) “I pass judgement very well, I do it all the time.”
hélène knew it wasn’t good to furrow her brow but it was hard not to when damien was being so obstinate. she could have screamed. but that would’ve been too much. instead she settled for clicking her tongue in frustration. “the last i checked - you had your own flat,” this time she spoke with a smirk, “whoever i have as a guest in my home is none of your business.”
‘ i have a ton of experience making ex-boyfriend’s lives miserable ‘ @chacswins
"well, it’s a good think ezekiel isn’t an ex,” hélène responded rather hastily along with a loud hmph as she folded her arms across her chest. she wasn’t about to let damien carry on with this line of speech. but she quickly realized this wasn’t the place for hostility. her face softened, her arms falling to her sides as a sigh escaped her lips. “will you at least meet him first? before passing any judgment?”