— flood tide

Do not trust what you cannot grasp.

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“Y’know, I’ve only just realized I’ve forgotten to wear my lucky knickers. Hopefully our Boys in Blue won’t feel the effects.“

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selenaxnewf‌:

“You should get out, go see the sights. There’s only so much you can do in a hotel room.” There was also a much smaller chance of being caught sneaking around if Rafferty was off doing something other than brooding. Selena accepted a kiss on her forehead and went through the motions of leaning into him before he stepped away and began to undo his shoelaces. The next question was pivotal, though she hadn’t prepared for it. Still, the lying came easily and she could nod along so convincingly that even she almost thought she had a late night lined up with Wood and Mooney. “He will. Wouldn’t be fair not to include him, would it?”

The cracks in her excuse were made visible by a simple statement of fact – - Wood and Mooney could have sorted everything out on their own, but Selena wasn’t letting them in her entirely made-up situation. “I like to be involved,” she tried. “Easier to stay on the same page if I’m actually there. I’ll make it up to you, though. I really hate having to leave you here… At least order room service or something.” 

“The most I want see to of Scotland is right here.“ Rafferty scoffed. A week of freezing his arse off in Russia left him with little to be desired outside of sleep & a lack of snow. “Understandable.” Rafferty mused. Selena’s dedication appeared unwavering when it came to a commitment to every aspect of the team which worked just fine for the pair of them. “Don’t worry about me. -- I’m sure I’ll find something to do.” As little questioning as possible tended to serve them as well, but something dragged angrily at the corner of Rafferty’s mind. More than likely it was nothing but an opportunity to see if Selena would squirm or spin another silky lie. “I ran into Wood earlier at the pub & you know - he said something about spending time at home with his parents this evening - maybe he misspoke though.”

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selenaxnewf‌:

“Ah! Rafferty. I’m glad I caught you.” Selena gave the impression of a coworker wanting to ‘pop by’ rather than a loving wife who had been staying in the same hotel room as her husband for the past two nights. A quick kiss would be the subject of tomorrow’s regrets, but she placed her hand on his chest in the hope of stopping him in his tracks. 

“I can’t make dinner tonight.” The excuse she formulated was flimsy, at best, but the abruptness of her departure could be to blame. “Wood and I have some last minute things to go over before the match, now that we’ve got the practice schedule. I need to head back to work as soon as I can. You’ll be alright alone, won’t you?”

@raffertynewf

“Been here are all day.“ Rafferty assured her in case there was still a question of her missing him. Glancing down at the palm on his chest, his eyes flicked back up to his wife’s face already expecting that the sudden proximity meant an excuse was next. “That’s a shame,” Rafferty blinked, looking about as forlorn as a man like him could. “S’no problem at all.” Rafferty added in good measure. He was, if nothing else, understanding of the thick ledger of excuses that so often came between them. Usually, however, it was him sending an owl from whatever foreign country he was in. It was rare he & Selena were in the same place at the same time, especially when it wasn’t within the boundaries of their shared home. “I suppose I’ll survive.” Rafferty lamented, pursing his lips before kissing Selena’s forehead, staring over the part of her hair at the door behind her. “Mooney going to be there as well?” Rafferty asked, taking a step backwards so he could sit on the edge of the bed. “You’d think the amount you’re paying the two of them, they’d be able to sort out the team on their own.” Rafferty was already undoing the laces on his shoes seeing that his schedule was no clear for the evening. & if his wife was cancelling dinner to fuck Oliver Wood -- well, the least he could do was waste their valuable time with questions he already knew the answers to.

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mgr-oliver-wood‌:

Oliver flashed the man a smile, nodding as he picked up the umbrella and wiped at the seat to ensure it was free of any lingering raindrops. “Of course not, Mr. Newf. It’s all yours.” He dropped the umbrella onto the floor next to his bag before turning back to the man.

Rafferty nodded his thanks as the man moved his umbrella. “Wood.” He regarded the man, sticking his hand out to shake the other’s as he took a seat. “Good to see someone with a bit of foresight.” He smiled pleasantly. Half the other patrons appeared to be soaked to the bone with rain. “Excited to be home?”

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Since having his feet on the ground in Scotland, he’d been asked no less than two times if he was the husband of Selena Newf. A freshman reporter had been the last, seemingly gravitating towards him in order to get a quote to go along with whatever Selena had given them during the press junket. Nothing snappy or useful had come out of Rafferty’s glib response & so he was left to his own devices again. “Is this yours?” Rafferty asked, pointing to an umbrella laying across a chair. “Mind if I steal that seat?”

[quidditchdailyrp]

Rafferty Newf — 46 — Ministry Official— Original Character

the good: ambitious, confident, private the bad: corrupt, violent, shrewd

Past & Present

He’d grown up the son of another man. Plucked from the borough of Barking as nothing but a boy, circumstance would carry him into the arms of his adoptive father, Achilles Newf. An ancient lineage that could be traced back to the Middle Ages, Rafferty thrust all of his efforts into fitting into the Newf family. Though he was never treated as an outsider, certainly not by his father, Rafferty took it upon himself at an early age to earn his surname rather than accept it with as little gratitude as someone baring it in blood. This meant giving his mind & body over to the Dark Arts early on. Since the days of Grindelwald, & appealing to the idea of purification long before his rise, the Newfs were a family that threw their support fully behind whoever rose preaching the same ideals of their house. Rafferty would be no different. When the Potters were killed, Rafferty was in his first year at Hogwarts. By his seventh he’d received the mark of one of Voldemort’s followers. Truth be told, Rafferty preferred to move in more deliberate circles than to wait for the call of dead man. 

With perfect marks in both his OWLs & NEWTs, it was no surprise really that Rafferty would end up looking to the Ministry for employment. He had an uncanny ability to know exactly what he wanted & then work like a dog to see it through. The same went for how he’d wound up married to Selena Sinclair. He’d thought she was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen the moment he’d seen her & so he set about creating their union. A happy marriage, however, had never been the end goal of the wizard. Instead, using his position within the Ministry, Rafferty has secured himself a means of growing his own pull in the wizarding world. 

Entrenched in a secret society of ill-intending chaos mongers that can only be compared to the viciousness & secrecy of the mob, Rafferty controls the only source of aceto. While the herb alone isn’t dangerous, Rafferty traffics it as it is the most important ingredient in a potion used since the days of Gellert Grindelwald to torture whoever consumes it. Today, it’s especially sought after to avoid wands being flagged for using the Cruciatus Curse. An unyielding sense of ambition & determination are Rafferty’s biggest assets. His position within the Ministry is a close second. Corruption, however, will go on going unpunished. Somewhere between managing international wizarding law & participating in the most dangerous gang London has ever seen, Rafferty’s neglected his blushing bride. While he doesn’t altogether consider their marital issues to be of the upmost importance, his purchasing of Puddlemere United was chiefly a reminder that he hadn’t altogether forgotten that they lived under the same roof. The gift was a distraction if nothing else. He spends a fair amount of his time out of the country on Ministry business, but he & Selena have an unspoken understanding. Their vows have deteriorated beyond recognition at this point, but trust remains as the bottom line. Infidelity is an after thought just like the love & cherishing they’d promised one another.

Rafferty Newf looks like Cillian Murphy and is TAKEN.

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obviouslyorion‌:

“I thought the point of these things was to get everyone liquored up and have them whip out their pocketbooks.” He swirled the drink in his hand, eyeing the way ice reflected the light of the room. “At this point, I’d give them every last sickle I have if it means they’ll let us go.” Regarding his company with little more than a shrug, Orion looked out at the sea of witches and wizards in their finest dress robes. “All this for some bloody owls. Someone’s going to cook one of the birds they’ve rehabilitated if they don’t get on with the show. Who do you think has time to come up with this bullshit, anyway? You’d think they’d be collecting money for St. Mungos. That may be playing it too safe, though.”

Rafferty’s brow rose in agreeance. What else could be the point behind mundane small talk & an open bar? “I don’t know that it’s a hostage situation just yet,” Rafferty commented, eyeing the man next to him. It took him a moment but he recognized the face of the eldest Beaumont child. He was the head of the company that made the very cloak he’d worn tonight. If he were to give all his sickles to get out of the gala, it would surely save whatever wretched breed the Sinclair’s were pining after this year. The mention of cooked birds brought an unexpected smirk to his face. “That’s probably what’s going around with the servers now.” He added dryly, eyes drifting after a waitress as she hoisted horderves through the crowd. “Can’t send the invitations to the children’s hospital benefit without the owls I suppose.” He gave his head a small shake of contempt.

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He’d said his piece & Rafferty worked his way towards the outskirts of the room without a second glance back in the direction of his wife. “I know what you’re thinking,” Rafferty’s mouth twitched into a familiar smile, as he leant his back against the wall beside the other outlier. “When the bloody hell are they going to say their speech & get on with this thing? If they keep us waiting much longer, all the liquor will have dried up.”

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