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COSTIN CASPIAN 'IAN' SANDU. AUROR TRAINEE SUPERVISOR. NOTHING EVER COMES WITHOUT A CONSEQUENCE OR COST. TEL ME, WILL THE STARS ALIGN? WILL HEAVEN STEP IN? WILL IT S A V E US FROM OUR SIN? WILL IT? CAUSE THIS HOUSE OF MINE STANDS S T R O N G.

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MADISON, LEROY.

                   ❝ oh ! right, ❞ leroy scoffed lightly, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. leroy didn’t see the necessity in changing names. all he had done was change the spelling, as leeroy was now outdated and would stand out ridiculously. however, as a metamorphmagus, things had always been a bit different for him. if he wished to, he could change himself into another form altogether and change his identity at will. he could create a new person or copy another’s appearance, which he had done plenty of times in his time in the ministry and at hogwarts, much to his professors’ dismay. leroy chuckled lightly and gave him a once over, the smile actually fading from his face quick enough. ❝ ye really don’t look well, co–– ian, ❞ he corrected himself. ❝ ye should be in hospital. ❞ if they had been closer, he would have taken out his wand and used a healing spell, but now he hesitated. ❝ cumoan, lemme take ye back to st. mungo’s. i ah’m assumin’ that’s where ye came from? ❞

        “ see, i had a feeling you were going to say that.  while i appreciate the suggestion,  st. mungos is the last place i intend on going.  you’ll have to FORGIVE me for being rude. “  costin apologized, suffering through another coughing fit.  “ i can’t stand being laid up in bed.  at least at home, i can putter away at work -- catching up on paperwork,  files, the like. “  he explained.  “ at hospital,  all you can really do is,  well,  lay there. “  for most,  hospital stays meant visits from friends, family members, and well wishers.  for costin,  aside from people he worked with,  there weren’t many well wishers left.  his remaining son stayed away,  estranged from his father.  though his daughter-in-law wrote letters,  no one would be sitting vigil by his bedside.  “ i was planning on waiting out the knight bus. “  he admitted.  “ i was going to apparate but decided against it.  i wouldn’t HATE the company...”

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hello i promise i’m still alive, life is just kicking my ass right now hi.

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XUN, HELEN.

“      i somehow find that      hard      to believe.      ”      helen wasn’t exactly convinced by her colleague’s insistence that he was fine.      she knew that there was work to be done,      but it was no use if there was a possibility of working oneself to an early grave.      she didn’t miss the wince he gave when handing over the file.      she took it,      appreciative of his hardworking nature.      “      thanks.      ”      she quickly looked over the incident report.      “      given that you’ve just given this to me.      shouldn’t you be      resting      ?      or has      MLE      given you the okay to be back on      desk      duty      ?      ”

        there was no sense trying to LIE to helen.   if he said he’d been cleared for desk duty,  ready to return,  it would be easy enough to check the records to know that was untrue.  instead, he grimaced;  caught between a kneazel and a hidey hole.  “ i probably SHOULD be. “  he agreed.  “ i’ve never been very good at it.  the silence always starts driving me barmy within the first hour.  by the second,  i’m talking to myself.  focusing on paperwork is a WELCOME distraction. “    he smiled.  though some of his coworkers might disagree,  costin thought paperwork was quite enjoyable.  you could lose yourself in notations,  describing events to the best of your memory.  he was a journaller though;   when you’d lived as long as he had,  documenting your life,  acknowledging the contrast,  was fascinating.  “ i hope to be back by friday. “

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HOANG, DAPHNE.

daphne only just finished flitting between two patients before being called over to deal with another patient.     hopefully this one won’t turn down medical help.     safe to say that the last two patients kept insisting they were fine,     when they really were not     fine.     not in the      slightest.     looking over the patient charts,     she walked into the room of the next patient.     the healer would be there soon,     no doubt.     grabbing the enchanted manila folder,     daphne looked up at the sound of a     very     familiar voice.     “     mr.     sandu,     ”     she greeted the auror with a polite smile.     “     indeed we do.     although,     i do recall recommending you to try and not further injure yourself.     ”     

         “ yes, well,  what’s that saying ?  insanity is doing the same thing,  over and over,  and expecting different results ?  i suppose you could say that it couldn’t be helped. “  costin winced,  trying ( and failing )  to sit up on his own so that he could be examined properly.   even breathing made his ribs protest ... he should have KNOWN better not to try to move so quickly.   his head swam.  “ ... or i never LEARN  from my mistakes. “   he grit out through clenched teeth.  “ one of the two. “    he eyed the enchanted manila folder warily;  he had a feeling he knew what it was going to say.   it wasn’t going to put him back in the office by the end of the week,  that was a near certainty.   “ listen,  no offence to you - of course,  but where do i go about signing ?  to leave.  there’s a lot of paperwork to be done and i’m REALLY feeling much better. “   it was a bare-faced LIE,  but he liked to think that he’d perfected the art over the last 300 years.

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MADISON, LEROY.

         when was the last time the two of them had actually spoken? leroy easily remembered when he had last seen the other. it was a mere few weeks ago, at one of the ministry’s charity events that he had begrudgingly attended, having RSPV’d months in advance only to come and regret it once the day arrived. ❝ costin, ❞ he started, before letting out a slightly contemptuous laugh, ❝ or no–– it’s caspian now, isn’t it? i’ve seen ye look better. ❞ leroy taunted him, but there was a particular gentleness in his voice. although they may have drifted apart, their differences becoming more important than their friendship, leroy still held a certain fondness for the other male. leroy watched him for a moment, a light frown of concern crossing his forehead, his attitude growing more serious. ❝ are ye alright? ❞

         “ ian. “     he corrected him.   there were very few people in his life currently that remembered him from his previous life.  though he preferred costin,  giving up the moniker had been essential to starting over.  now caspian,  he preferred ian to his given name.  slightly less formal,  it made him feel as if he might still find his footing in this modern world.  “ i prefer ian. “   at leroy’s backhanded compliment,  ian shrugged.  truth be told,  he had looked better.   “ i have a bad habit of getting myself into trouble. “  he replied evenly.   between the manticore attack and the damage inflicted at the glitzy cauldron sale,  he’d easily seen better days.  “ very bad. “   the smirk on his face was a mask;  hiding the pained expressions he’d sported before.  he’d chosen to leave st. mungos,  make it back to work within the week.  his job,  after all,  was IMPORTANT.  in some respects,  it was the most meaningful part of his life.   the trainees had been under his supervision when the attack had struck,  his gaze watching them fall as they duelled with the masked miscreants.  they needed more training;  he needed to PREPARE them.   it was his responsibility !  

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what’s going on in tiffany’s mind when she gets reprimanded ft. @scndu

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「 tagging @hclcns for a st. mungos starter 」

             “ this LOOKS worse than it really is. “   while it was true, it certainly didn’t help matters. with the severity of his injuries, he’d been in and out of consciousness the first couple days at st mungos.  now that he was coherent again,  feeling every bit his 300 years,  it was time to get back to work.  or rather,  paperwork;  incident reports from the glitzy cauldron attack, victim statements, and reports on the status of each trainee that had been injured.  they were his trainees;  he was responsible for them.   he’d FAILED  them.   “ i think you’re looking for this. “   he handed his extensive report over,  wincing when his ribs protested.  “ it should all be in there.. “

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BISHOP, ALISON.

auror’s office     ?     alison furrowed her brows as a confused expression encompassed her features.     what the hell was going on     ?     “     oh     …     ”     how it ended up abandoned in another person’s belongings     ?     she would never know.     “     alison bishop.     i’m a potioneer.     i tend to travel a lot for my career.     but the previous owner,     not the owner that you found it with     ––     he’s a good friend of mine.     hector campos.     he lost the mirror about six months ago,     and as you can see,     it connects to mine.     but i honestly haven’t thought much of it since.     ”

FIN.

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PARK, TIFFANY.

     tiffany swallowed down her giggles.  her sienna hues,  near black in the poorly lit room,  were eyeing her superior like a hunter stalked their prey as he talked down to one of her fellow auror trainees.  she’d told eileen to cool it down,  but did she listen ? no.  it was like she’d never heard of calming droughts before.  it was all about being elusive,  and the raven haired fastidious feline like force that was toufie parkinson,  knew all about being elusive.  you let your emotions run freely at home,  but once your immaculate heel,  and / or platform heel ( depending on whether she was feeling sexy chic witch or boho goth that day, )  stepped out the door,  you were to be the picture of cool,  the window emotionally to nowhere,  elegant fierceness to be feared in all the realms in which you stalked the dark forces at work.  you didn’t let them know what to expect !  that was part of the fun, you silly,  silly girl.  the only thing they should be expecting was a killer look,  and justice.

   when ian rounded on the long legged witch,  she was ready.  her five inch platform heel boots dangled from her casual position,  which complimented her sweetheart neckline strapless minidress from down the street,  that was magicked to imitate the night sky,  her endlessly long robe feathered out over her chair,  black witch hat,  and circular black glasses that shielded her sienna hues that would’ve made ozzy ozbourne jealous;  she lowered them a centimeter.  this time,  she didn’t swallow down the sound building up inside of her.  tiffany  giggled.  “ you don’t need to spike my drink for me to tell you any  ittle little  thing you want to know, ”  she purred.  she pointed her finger at the mug,  having the gaul to not disappate it,  but reheat it instead with a quick heating charm.  “ but you should know as a fairly practiced potioneer,  i’ve long since learned to resist its effects. ”  she paused her monologue to take a sip. she hummed,  leaving a ruby red sparkling imprint in her wake.  “ …  just like many of wizarding kind,  hence why veritaserum isn’t used in a court of law.  also,  you make a mean cup of joe, ian.  really. ”

FIN.

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WEST, JINX.

“wow, that sounds extremely UNPLEASANT.”

FIN.

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CARDEL, REAGAN.

“            because he’s a good dog.            ”             reagan replies monotonously.            the bagel excitedly barks at the end of the sentence.             “             and as he’s a good dog who won’t do us any trouble,            i figured i could bring him ‘ere.           right,          boy           ?            ”           the canine barks again.              “             anyways.            ”              he clears his throat.            “            what are we doing            ?            ”

FIN.

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i really need an ooc tag if i’m going to keep flopping on costin huh.

this is basically just a PSA that i’m going to be dropping my pre-event and event threads moving forward. it’s been 84 years and i’ve kinda lost muse for them bc i took so long.  i know. i’m the worst. 

i have a new starter drafted for @hclcns and i will probably put something up in the general tag later today / when i have muse. 

TLDR:  i am tired and a flop but i am trying my best.

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「 tagging @httpdaphnc for a st. mungos starter 」

        “ oh STOP that. i’m perfectly capable of walking.  my legs are fine. “  an auror trainee seemed to think otherwise as they practically dragged costin through the doors to st. mungos, a mediwitch trailing behind them helplessly. after-all, costin had been coughing up blood when they’d left the scene of the incident.  it was only after the miscreants disappeared in a puff of smoke,  leaving the aurors incredulous in their wake,  that costin had agreed to seek medical treatment.  the auror trainees had been under his supervision;  it was his responsibility to make sure everyone was accounted for.  he wouldn’t agree to leave until he was certain.  it was now two days later and costin was getting restless, badgering the healers to see about getting released.  if he was going to be confined to a bed,  he’d rather do it at home.  as it was,  every time he tried to pick up dossiers relating to work,  a healer would bat it out of his hands and tell him he needed to rest.  seeing a familiar face,  costin flashed back;  not a fortnight ago,  daphne had WARNED him not to go and get himself injured again.  CLEARLY  he hadn’t listened !  spotting her approaching his room,  the wizard shuffled into a sitting position.  “ ms. hoang. “  he greeted her with a smile,  only wincing slightly as he shifted.  “ we meet again. “

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XUN, HELEN.

“     fair enough.     ”     helen conceded.     so long as ian wasn’t back on the field after an injury,     she had one less thing to worry about.     “     well at least i’m not completely     alone     in the office then.     ”

FIN.

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HOANG, DAPHNE.

yeesh.     that definitely didn’t sound ideal.     but it was the work auror’s signed up to do.     they go through three years of training,     and daphne thought that it was rather impressive.     though,     she could assume that sometimes,     a couple of them wouldn’t make it through.     “     well     …      ”     she started,     glancing down at the clipboard she was holding.     she looked up when the healer gave her their file.     “     you will live to train another day,     mr.     sandu.     the healer has stopped you from bleeding out and you’re to take a blood replenishing potion.     other than that,     i suggest you rest up at home.     you should not be back in the field for a couple of days.     but,     i don’t see why you can’t go back to work.     however,     i’d advise you to work desk duty until then.     wouldn’t want you further     injuring     yourself again.     ”

FIN.

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LEROY, MADISON‌.

ꜱᴛᴇᴀᴍ emerged from his thermos, holding a dose of caffeine that might be strong enough to wake someone up from a sleeping draught. it was around two in the afternoon, but leroy had only just w o k e n up. he sipped his coffee, letting out a soft hum as the warm, welcome liquid slid down his throat. leroy sat on a bench, leaning against the backrest and putting his thermos on his knee. he sat in silence for a while, until he noticed a figure stride closer from the corner of his eye. ❝ ye can sit here if ye’ want. i don’t bite. ❞

         against the advice of the healers at st. mungos, costin had checked himself out of the hospital earlier that morning. four days laid up in bed was enough for the weathered wizard, his complexion an ashy grey as he moved slowly through the streets.  while his injuries had been treated, they weren’t COMPLETELY healed yet; the blunt force trauma to his chest was the worst part, making every breath he drew feel as if someone was taking hold of his lungs and squeezing tight.  unable to go any further,  costin dropped down onto a nearby bench.  his vision was swimming, chest rattling as he struggled to catch his breath.  merlin, he wasn’t a young wizard anymore,  now was he ?  the wizard had never felt his 300 years of age more-so than he did these days !  “ whaa -- oh, sorry.  i didn’t see you there. “  his response was delayed,  barely above a whisper as he blinked to clear his vision.  recognition sparked in his eyes; though he often forgot names, he was good with faces.  he’d recognize leroy madison from miles away, as it were ... given their history.