𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 / 𝑠𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑠𝑓𝑖𝑒𝑑

hélène levesque, an original character for noxtms.

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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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❛ 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. 

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❛ 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.

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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. 

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❝ 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.”

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👽🤑🛒

👽- 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.

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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-”

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‘ 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.”

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👑 & 🔥

👑 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. 

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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.”

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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.”

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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.”

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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.”

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❛  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.”

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❛   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.”

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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.”

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‘ 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?”