Sanya Dolohov

20, Pureblood, Secretary, Death Eater: A combustion engine of ambition and disappointment

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Booksmart (2019) Directed by Olivia Wilde

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Sanya being arrested

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Obliviate || Maura

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“Chances are good,” Maura agreed, smiling at Sanya and thinking that was a nice way to put it. She was like an extra chance for Sanya to learn how to obliviate people, wasn’t she? And thankfully Sanya didn’t seem too offended by the idea that they may need to put in a little extra work, so as long as they were willing, so was Maura.

“Excellent! Gotta admit, I’m not so good with the bar scene. Or the club scene. Or… any scene, really,” Maura admitted with a self-deprecating laugh as she moved to Sanya and extended an elbow. “But I’ll follow your expert lead. it should be easy to catch one. I’m actually pretty good at that, guys like offering to come help me and that’s usually went Cassius shows up to have fun.”

Sanya shrugged. “That’s all right. I usually like the sidelines but can get in the middle if I need to.” They appraised Maura. “I believe in your abilities to fake pull, though. You’ve practically got Bambi eyes. I’m sure you can lure plenty of muggle men and women who don’t know any better.”

They smirked at the kind of fun she probably got up to with Cass. Sanya had been on a few bar hopping trips of their own with him. If Vic was along, there was drinking and fun, but without her, it was a completely different kind of fun that Sanya enjoyed a lot. “There’s a place--What? Five blocks over? Not a terribly long walk, and we could always apparate instead.”

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Brianna Hildebrand

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1. High heels

2. A sharp voice capable of getting what she wants

3. Koldovstoretz 

4. Parlor tea with my aunt

5. Dmitry Nott

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Obliviate || Maura

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“We’re also known for being fair,” Maura said delicately, almost bracing herself for being mocked. Her parents hadn’t been overly impressed with her house, but Maura had strove to ensure that the traits prized in hufflepuffs were turned to her family’s advantage. “Which means we give people a chance to show their worth.” And to improve, like Sanya with their obliviating skills.

“Muggle,” Maura agreed as she bobbed her head in copy of Sanya. “They’re not as good at fighting back and their minds are more malleable, so they’re better for beginners. It will give you the chance to practice and even if you don’t get it right, who’s going to listen to a raving muggle and check for spellwork on their mind? It’s a safe option. Can you find us a bar?”

Sanya considered it before admitting, “I don’t know if I believe in fair. I suppose I can get behind giving people a chance to prove themselves.” Just because they seemed to fall short every time it mattered didn’t mean Sanya had given up any time they received a shot at redemption. 

They fought back their defensiveness at the idea of needing beginner training. Maura was the expert. Obviously she would know better than they would, and Sanya had clearly been doing something wrong in their approach. “I know a place nearby,” they admitted. They’d gone with Cass a few times because he liked to be close enough that they could crash with others if needed.

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Cafe in Horizont Alley

His lips pressed together as he surveyed the newspaper in front of him, a cup of espresso on the table in front of him. While Antonin rarely sat in public, he had to admit he was curious to hear what others had to say about the changes that had been occurring in wizarding society lately. Besides, he had nothing to hide as a pureblood of impeccable lineage. He chuckled as he read a line about the upcoming elections. Did they think they would live simply be saying they would protect those who could not protect themselves? Antonin had little respect for those who could not so much as protect themselves and he shook his head as he lifted the cup to his lips.

When a shadow passed over his table, he cocked his head to the side and drawled. “Excuse me, but you’re standing in my light.” He gestured to the paper in front of him.

Sanya didn’t see their uncle in public very often, so they were surprised to find him sitting nonchalantly with a paper. When he looked up, they smiled. “I wouldn’t have expected to see you here,” they said as they sat down, getting out of his light. “How have you been lately? I know I haven’t been home much.”

It wasn’t through any particular fault, but Sanya had been spending a lot of time with Vic since her return, and between nights out for pleasure and for the Dark Lord with Cassius, Sanya felt swamped. They needed a little break mentally before they got reckless. Based on the feedback they’d received from a recent mission, maybe it was already happening. A conversation with Antonin seemed like the perfect thing for a bit of freshness.

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“I wish you’d chosen a better side. Things are going to get hard soon.”

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“A little brat that ruins your perfect life together wasn’t something you had to take. Thank you. I wish I could be as put together as you are.”

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“I think there’s a fair type thing going on a few blocks west of Carkitt Market in the muggle part of town,” Vic suggested, having walked by it a few times on her way to work. She walked towards the storage bin she’d been keeping everything that shouldn’t get on the carpet in, picking up a couple jugs and holding one out for Sanya to take. “Muggle stuff has always been useful, ya dumb fuck.”

Sanya didn’t love partying in the muggle part of town. At least, they didn’t love it with Vic. Vic mean they had to behave better, but even muggles were worth it to spend time with such a friend. “I’m going to agree to disagree on that one.” Sanya rolled their eyes, not actually wanting to start a fight about it. They took the jug offered, considering it as if it would tell them what it was. If it were a wizarding product, perhaps it might.

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“Your ‘escape plan’ was awful and you’re lucky I chanced by,” Rodolphus snapped. “Honestly, have you any sense?”

He watched them sprawl into a chair, and pointedly refuse to cooperate. 

He raised an eyebrow. “We are on the same side, Sanya. What do you think I’m going to do? I have no reason to harm you, to wish you ill. On the contrary, all I’ve done since you started shrieking your head off was attempt to help. We are, quite literally, on the same side.”

He paced the room, considering how best to resolve this. They needed to get out of the Leaky Cauldron, for one. He supposed if Sanya really wanted to take her chances with a faulty memory it was their funeral- after all, the body had already been taken care of. Still, he hated to leave the situation in such a mess, his natural inclination towards order and control rebelling against the idea of abandoning them.

Sanya grit their teeth, telling themself not to lash out at him. He may have been an arrogant busybody, but he was still the kind of their uncle would say to play nice with. 

“I think,” they began, “that it’s good practice not to hand over one’s wand to anyone, much less someone who merely a working relationship. If I asked for yours, would you give it?” Sanya strongly suspected not.

They looked up at him, keeping their face in the practiced calculation they’d learned from their uncle. “Look, I get that you’re trying to take care of a situation and follow things to a conclusion, but why should I trust you--you specifically--when I have others of the same allegiance who have built up trust. You may think you’re important, but power and trust are not the same. I imagine you tell most people they’re smart not to trust you. Why should I be any different?”

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cassius or vic?

“If I’m taking care of a body, Cass. Otherwise, it will always be Vic.”

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Antonin or Katsia

“I love Katsia dearly, but Antonin is my blood.”

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Obliviate || Maura

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“Do you wanna know what Hufflepuffs are known for?” Maura asked, feeling proud of her house as she gave Sanya a wink, encouraged by the way they were responding to her advice. “We’re hardworking, which means that no matter how long it takes, we get where we’re going in the end.”

Laughing in surprise at Sanya comment, Maura watched their wand slide between their fingers before humming. “I don’t want you to obliviate me, either.” Not that she thought Sanya would - or perhaps the proper word was ‘could’. Tipping her head to one side, Maura smiled slowly, almost innocently as she offered, “Wanna go find a test subject?”

Sanya had heard a few jokes at the expense of Hufflepuffs, but even if they’d wanted to, they didn’t remember them well enough to actually repeat any. “Hardworking, hm?” It didn’t have the lofty appeal they’d often heard of Slytherins and their obsessive arrogance, but Sanya thought it sounded like a more practical trait to develop. It suited Maura well.

A smile slowly spread across Sanya’s face, and they nodded. They knew there was a reason they liked Cass’ sister. She came off so pure and bubbly, but deep down, she was hiding that same proclivity for violence in her own special way. “That sounds fantastic. Muggle? I’m sure we could find one leaving a bar alone that no one would miss for an hour or two.”

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“Yes we are,” he said simply, frowning when they so rudely ignored his offered hand. “So if you could take my hand please-”

Then they were grabbing his arm and there was a nauseating pull in his stomach, and suddenly they were standing in a dingy little hotel room while Sanya snapped at him. 

He looked at their surroundings with distaste, and then at the younger Dolohov who took them there. “I had rather different surroundings in mind. Are you always so jumpy?”

He flicked his wand at the door and heard the lock click shut, then returning to giving her a withering look. By the decor they were definitely somewhere wizarding, and when he strode over to the window and glanced out he realized they were in the Leaky Cauldron. 

Ugh. He felt like he needed a shower just standing in this establishment.

“Perhaps it was a little dramatic, but it was fun, no?” he said, throwing them a cocky smile. “Now, hand me your wand. Priori Incantatum will tell us everything we need to know about whether or not you killed that muggle.”

He held out his hand.

Sanya felt smug as they watched his momentary lapse in that perfect control that Rodolphus suffered, even if he managed to hide it away quickly. 

“If I’m jumpy, it’s only because I woke up and was immediately harassed by you for trying to come up with a reasonable escape plan. I should have just gotten away on my own. It would be easier than all...” They waved their hand in his direction. “This.”

They fell into a chair, sprawling across it as they considered where to begin. Handing him their wand wasn’t it. “No offense, but I don’t trust you enough for that. You’re not touching my wand. I have friends, people I trust. Those are the people I will be going to for that kind of spellwork, not you.”

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Obliviate || Maura

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“Sometimes.” Maura admitted with a smile, well aware that most people didn’t think of her as a girl that got angry much - and usually when she was, it was her sibling that caused it. Anger for Maura was something swift and shining, lightning striking and destroying before going away like it had never been there at all.

“Your aunt and uncle, they’re pretty big, important people, right? They have a lot of expectations, right? I guess I just… I don’t want to let my family down. I can’t fail. I don’t want to fail, and I’m not about to let people think that I’m some helpless, useless little girl. It’s just not going to happen, so I stopped thinking of failure as an option because that’s not the person I want to be. I guess… I’m just stubborn. I keep going until I get it right and my magic gets the hint that it has to do what I want. It’s like… when we’re kids, we have accidental magic, right? But then we go to school and we learn and we stop having that. This is just like that. We don’t keep our accidental magic and I’m not going to have faulty spellwork. I’m not going to settle for it.”

Sanya nodded. Of course they were important. They’d done everything in their power to make themselves as perfect and untouchable as possible. They had to in order to keep a reputation around here. 

Sanya didn’t want to admit that the idea of being unable to disappoint people was something they could relate to. They tried to hide the rickety moments, the instability. That required the very stubbornness Maura was talking about. “I like that,” Sanya said. “Not settling is good.” They rolled their fingers around their wand as they thought about how to make that work. “How do you typically practice a spell like this? I don’t want to Obliviate you.”