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SANDER HELLQVIST || twenty eight years old; wizard. I'm an Auror for the B.D.L.J.M. or Bureau de la Justice Magique. Newly transplanted & eager to see what my English comrades are getting up to...should be enchanting.

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where: Auror and Hit-Wizards’ Pub who: Isaac Buchanan and Sander Hellqvist ( @sxnder-hxll· )

Isaac loved the pub. He does. Not so much because of the food although it was definitely enough to sate a growling stomach after a long day of work. And definitely not because of its service. The pub’s staff has a tendency to prioritize those who held offices or higher ranks over rookies like him. What he did love was the atmosphere. The walls have heard decades of stories filled with triumph and defeat. There was always a good story one can overhear by keeping their mouth shut and listening around them. 

That night was a perfect night for doing so. Isaac went without colleagues but he was perfectly content leaning on a high table as he nursed an ice-cold pint. He was in the middle of listening in on someone’s story about their oldest arrest when he saw a tall fellow walk in. He hasn’t seen the man around before and it was clear to Isaac that the other man hasn’t been to the bar before as he looked for an empty seat and tried to catch the attention of the waiters. 

When the man walked by him, Isaac took pity and decided to let the man know how things worked in the pub. “Don’t bother,” Isaac said. “Took me twenty minutes, just to get this.” He lifted his glass for emphasis then brought it to his lips to take a sip.

    From the moment Sander entered the doorway, shifting eyes were glued on him. If Sander was a little more shallow he’d assume it was for his handsome features or how how much his tweed, top coat flatterd him. However he wasn’t and understood why they actually were on him.... This was an establishment much like little around-the-corner shops he had at his own department. Aurors, hit-wizards, and more circulated here which meant that Sander had to get his in somehow. Luckily it seemed like his chances would be placed before him, in the form of a slender, strong-jawed man. 

    Walking through the bar, he maneuvered towards a pocket at a high table where he could order a beverage. In moments his opportunity seemed to speak to him. “Hmm.” he hummed, glancing at the male’s drink and further down the bar where his tender was at helping several other witches. “It seems to be a running occurrence.” Sander purposely tightened his accent up, delivering a more traditional Parisian tone to his speech., “---here in London”. Sander wasn’t trying to speak ill of the other wizard’s home but he definitely wasn’t home anymore. “Sadly I lack the patience you clearly have.” his smile twisted, as he reached for Isaac’s pint. It happened abruptly but in seconds the Swedish wizard’s lips were pressed against the glass to sip. “Hmm, not what I was expecting but it’ll do.” pulling his attention back over to Isaac, “I’ll pay for another one...mind fetching her down. You’ve done it once already, right?” 

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while others are more comfortable in taking the stage of the order’s meetings, eric is always more likely to be seen on the sidelines. he never enjoyed being invisible outside of his family home but quite honestly, he also lacks the engagement to try and be politic. he is perfectly appropriate in every ensemble though he prefers to admire his husband taking the lead in those instead of joining in. eric would never admit to it but he’s more of a participant of words than actions. or, in this moment, he’s neither. he stands on the side, a drink on his hand as he waits for the body of the meeting. secretly eric hopes that this goes over quickly. he’d much rather turn in early. besides, he has a teenager at home that he needs to overlook sooner than later. 

when he’s talked to ever so naturally, eric is a bit surprised. eric listens to the ramble of the young man with raised eyebrows and he wonders briefly if the talk is supposed to impress him. eric himself tried to use this sort of stuff to bring attention to himself and his expensive tastes, but he decides to give the man the benefit of the doubt. maybe he is very accustomed to being proper and pompous in social gatherings and cannot fancy being anything different. then he tells eric he comes from the french ministry. it should explain enough. 

“well, welcome, sander,” eric tells him. he approaches the man, shuffling his drink to his left hand so he can extend it to sander. “i’m rosales, nice to meet you.” he tells him. “i think we can excuse you from being late, that was a tough choice you had to make.” 

    London only seemed to be birthed with surprises, most in the form of vanity and charm. Before traveling here he imagined what wizards or witches he’d meet, what professions they’d have or what reasons were forced for them all to be moonlighting like this...This livelihood wasn’t anyone’s first choice, as most who were in it would say they might have chosen a different path. Sander knew that those he’d become acquainted with must be brave or foolish to be doing this, yet he never imagined so many to be as handsome as he’s experienced.  “The pleasure is mine, it’s not that often that I have to leave Paris on assignments.” It was partially true, he left Paris often just never this far. 

    “Rosales, hmm that’s Latin right?.  My mother originally wanted to name me after flowers too---” as they chatted, Sander watched as other members here tonight were eating and settling in. “I believe it was Florus but my father shut that down quickly.” There was something about the older gentleman that Sander couldn’t peg right off the bat, all he could notice was that there was a reserved nature about him. “Either way, it’s nice to be called on...I just hope I can lend a hand.”  

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Bottle Between Strangers; Fiona

   The bars in London left room for desire. They were cramped, the discoloration of somber wood tones mixed with the caliber of clients that seemed unoriginal became the backdrop of Sander’s new hellscape. However the international wizard wasn’t fragile, he’s experienced his fair share of dive bars and mingled with more grimy folk than this but tonight he was particularly on edge.                                        aka why he needed a drink so badly. 

     “Excuse me...” he tried to wave the barmaid, “Pardon mada---” his words cut off again, watching as other men and women preoccupied their time. This was a far cry from the private parlors he was use to, where the hardest thing was deciding between another bottle of champagne or to switch to gin for the evening. “Oh hello I...” once again he was ignored, that is until he made his presence know. “DAMN IT!” he yelled in his Swedish tongue, causing the group around him to grow quiet along with the barmaid finally glancing at him. “Ahh, barbarism seems to work.” he practically spoke to himself, “Now madame may I have a bottle of your sweetest schnapps, along the lines of apple or peach please.” he placed a galleon on the counter and slide it over to her, “Keep the change please, as I wait.” 

    Now that the attention of the room was shifted on to him, Sander traced his surroundings until they landed on the women beside him, “Scale 1-10 how much of an ass or uh, arse” his accent pulling hard on his pronunciation, “--was I just now?”

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Sander Hellqvist; Task 001 ↳ NPCs

All FCs are open to change/deletion depending if anyone claims them in the future/or become banned 

Father Jude Law: Luuk Hellqvist, 49, wizard— Durmstrang Alumnus, works as a metal charmer.

    Sander’s father is diligent, exact, and stoic which meant as traits they were a bit hard to deal with as a child. There wasn’t a loveless relationship with them, on the contrary they had a good relationship just one that held tension for a few years. For Luuk, his son joining the french ministry was one thing but becoming an agent for classified magical council was scary. Most of Luuk’s life has always been the patriarch, the provider or protector---so the fact he can’t watch over his son the way he wants had bruised his ego. 

Presently his father is in Paris, working in his shop along with his wife. 

Mother Rosamund Pike: Donna Hellqvist, 46, witch—Beauxbatons Alumnus, works as a fashion designer and enchanter.

   Donna Severide was the women who drank a martini at noon, crafted gowns by two o’clock, and then picked up her son up from fencing classes at five. She was such a strong pillar in Sander’s life , which made up for how busy his parents were. From a young age he learned the value of power, appearance, what it meant to be a Hellqvist and above all else; class. Image is important to his mother, as their decision reflected their company…a brand…an empire and not just yourself. It was hard some years for her son, but they stayed strong—that is until it he joined a profession that wasn’t laid out for him. Where as Sander’s father reacted with scrutiny and frustration, his mother reflected with worry and wanted to protect her handsome little flower. 

Currently she is in Paris, working in their shop---D&L Atelier. 

Maternal Uncle Derek Theler: Etienne Pelletier, 35,  wizard—Beauxbatons Alumnus, works as a coach, for French National Quidditch Team.

  Uncle Etienne was the teacger of everything his parents didn’t want him to learn. He was the fun uncle, spontaneous, brilliantly clever for a quidditch player, and often was his go-to confidant. Etienne taught him how to drive, was there for his first girlfriend, hide his pot from his mother, and everywhere in between. Even if his uncle hasn’t told Sander directly, he looks at him as a son and is so proud of him. For the Hellqvist family he could be groomed for it all. He had charm, cunning drive, and had pedigree….however Etienne knew that he wasn’t the one and has secretly been funding Sander with extra cash for years.

Located in northern France.

Ex-Girlfriend  Carlson Young: Meline Conte, 24, witch —Beauxbatons Alumnus, Socialite 

    Oh Meline felt like a bouquet of flowers; baby’s breath & gardenias. She was petite, opulent, and everything his mother wanted in a women---which explains why they had play dates as children, grew apart, then as teenagers rekindled their connection with romance. Meline & Sander dated for about two years, yet as much as their parents were thinking wedding bells, the quickly were given the bad news. The two of them just grew out of love but are still close. They have the same friend circles and with their pedigree, it would be impossible to ignore each other. 

Last seen vacationing in Rome.

Son Ansel Elgort: Sander Hellqvist, 28, Wizard—Beauxbatons Alumnus, works as an Auror for Bureau de la Justice Magique.

Ex-Boyfriend Neels Visser: Fitz Izard, 27, wizard—Durmstrang Alumnus, works as an art fencer.

   What can you say, Sander is a cliche.... Bad boy, dangerous job, and tongue that would make his mother scoff---we got a winner. Fitz was informant on a job, someone trading information for protection...though their time together was red hot and fickle. For six months, the job became blurred between professional and sensual. Though when time came, Fitz flew out of the country only leaving a note. Something tells Sander they’ll run into one another again but for now he’ll keep the sinful man in his dreams.

 Location unknown.

Commandant  Iwan Rheon-: Isaac Moran, 37, wizard—Beauxbatons Alumnus, is his boss’ boss.

   Isaac or more Commandant Moran is the stern officer who sits at his desk and demmands the orders that are needed. Sander isn’t close but has seen the wizard in action---he is crafty and talented. Professional role model. 

Currently stationed in France still. 

Pets: Castor & Pollux,  Budgerigar—long time companions

   Was gifted to him at graduation, two little chicks when he first got them. His mother loves birds, for she’s always had a skill in communication with them--- a trait passed down to Sander. Castor and Pollux, much like their greek inspiration, are twin little birds that have personalities and are often protectors on his home. Castor is green, wildly, and headstrong...he often travels on Sander’s shoulder when he’s doing errands out of the home. Pollux on the other hand is shy, pastel blue in color, and a worrier. He often tries to dissuade Sander about decisions that are scary or chirps up when their are strawberries around.  

Presently in London with Sander

 Capitaine  Lizzy Caplan: Slyvie Castellan, witch—Beauxbatons Alumnus, works as Sander’s Capitaine of the B.D.L.J.M

    Slyvie is an odd ball to say the least, having little to no traits that would make her an obvious choice for the department but her out-of-the-box mentality is exactly what this new magical council for created for. She gives a lot of leeway to Sander, as they both like to operate in the gray areas of the law. Slyvie was the person that sent Sander to the Order, telling him to work and lend a hand as much as possible---but has direct orders to not get involved with ministry work/sabotage. The British Ministry mustn't know about him or the connections with any other faction. 

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Sometimes, Remus wondered if the Order was brought together more by food than a common goal. Well, actually he didn’t – but sometimes it felt that way. Regardless of when and where a meeting was, or who showed up, the unspoken rule was bring food. Some brought lavish spreads, usually he just brought a cheap bag of party mix or a tin of biscuits you’d find at your grandmother’s. Guilt would tug at the corner’s of his mind but the unassailable truth was he didn’t have the coin for anything else. He certainly didn’t have the coin for brie, fig jam, and Shiraz. 

“Oh, well… Pleasure to meet you,” he said, shifting his paper plate so he could out his hand for the other wizard to shake. “I feel like I should apologize that you had to get involved at all. This shouldn’t be happening let alone crossing the channel.”

        With a firm shake Sander’s smile tilted into the corner of his cheeks, “Oh no my friend, no apology needed.” his other hand embraced Remus’ shoulder. “Many things shouldn’t happen but they do, so no reason to fret over it.” there was that elitist whim of his, so light and feathery almost as if there was no worry around. “---Besides, without problems I’d be out of a job...” The foreign wizard pulled back from Remus and continued to set up the food. There was one thing Sander prided himself on and that was in his hospitality; his hosting capabilities. Even if this wasn’t really a party, he still laid in on thick as if it was. 

    “Come, come eat and tell me about yourself---” with that Sander slide a bottle over at Remus, delivering him a glance as he silently ‘asked’ him to open it. “I’m always interested in how people end up in such lively situations, right?” he prepared to slice some of the cheddar before him, “What's your story? If I saw you on the street I’d assume a handsome gentleman, rather than an advocate of a résistance.” There he went, letting a harmless flirt slip from his lips. Sander had to remind himself of where he was for a moment, “---though I guess that is the point, hmm. the whole discretion of it all I mean.” trailing off, he’d shifted his attention to the food around them. 

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location: random order hideout time: 7:37pm summary: Sander introduction to members. OPEN for order memebers

   Sander was uncertain of what he’d be walking into; how official this organization was. For his career, it’s always been a gamble---trying to beat the odds. Some days he’d be dinning with black market dealer, another in bed with two corrupt diplomats, or less expensive in taste were the times he had to infiltrate illegal potion dens. No matter though he’s always played his part, flaunted his skills, and completed what was asked of him.

               Which for now meant he’d had to be here, in dingy London.

     The young wizard might not know how his new partners did meetings but the Parisian in him knew exactly how he’d like to do it. It was best to wine and dine when it came to conspiring against your enemies; even better when you can find a vintage around the corner. “Bonjour, sorry I’m late.” he hummed, “I got distracted between what cheese to buy but in the end I got both.” The way Sander spoke and moved felt like a subtly breeze, as he floated through the small room with grace, before placing his things on the nearest table. “Ahh yes so we have brie and a local sharp cheddar. Hoping that it’s good, uh some Genoa---oh bread of course.” pulling the baguette out, “fig jam and a two bottles of a lovely aged Shiraz.”  Though in the midst of wanting to make an impression, he completely ignore his manners it seems. “--oh my, got a bit ahead of myself.” his Swedish accent, light but ever present in his speech, “I’m sorry, I’m Sander...” looking over at the member across from him, “---recently joined. French Ministry assets.” 

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i can be obsessed with romance and also be totally fine on my own it’s called having depth and dimension and being in denial

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