#eloisvs

[maraudrshq]

(leah, she/her, eighteen, est, blood ) LILY POTTER is AN ORDER MEMBER in the war, even though HER official job is as A LEGAL CONSULTANT. the TWENTY year old MUGGLEBORN is known to be LOYAL and CANDID but also STUBBORN and TEMPERAMENTAL. some might label them as THE GALLANT. fc: medalion rahimi

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[dirrtymercy]

@eloisvs

the dull lighting of the ministry of magic hardly does anyone any favors, yet eloise greengrass manages to take rita’s breath away.... every time she visits. which seems to be more and more often, these days. for some... reason. almost as if she’s looking for excuses to see her. so it’s not particularly surprising that her heart flutters a little bit faster in her chest when she walks across the department of magical law enforcements floor (and for once, it has nothing to do with her intense fear of eloise’s boss), her high heels clicking against the ground, making her presence known. she stops in front of her friend’s desk, and clears her throat. “good evening!” she says, smile practically radiating brightness. a neat folder is dropped down in front of her, and two tall coffee cups are placed next to it. “the coffee is for you. files are for mr lestrange. is he... around?” she asks, nerves creeping into her tone. she finds herself praying that he isn’t. "he’s not working you into the ground, is he? didn’t hear you slip out this morning, so i thought... “ she trails off, teeth digging into her lip. she doesn’t know what she thought. but then again, she also doesn’t know what they are. if anything at all.

[dirrtymercy]

@eloisvs

she fishes the quill out from behind her ear, a concentrated look on her face as ink hits paper. “ so..... “ she says, voice soft, melodic. a somewhat shy smile appears on cherry painted lips, and focus shifts from parchment paper to eloise. they’re at her friend’s place, and this interview feels different than most --- bit more personal. which is weird, because rita has certainly interviewed her friends before ( with varying degrees of... success ). maybe it’s because she hasn’t whipped out her quick quotes quill yet. or maybe... it’s something else. " let’s see... “ she says, fingers flipping quickly through her notes on the greengrass family, her other hand adjusting her glasses carefully. “ this feels a bit odd, doesn’t it? “ there’s a slight pause, and her smile widens, becoming a little sharper around the edges, more firm. she’s slipping into her element. “ how do you feel about mounting the task of carrying on the greengrass legacy? nervous? excited? “

[bitchtricks]

@eloisvs

         she watches with disinterest. paying close attention, but hardly invested in what she sees. face is soft, placid. there is nothing harsh or cruel hiding in gentle features, and her voice carries the same tenderness as a lullaby when she speaks. “thought it would be fun if it was just us girls today,” she says, and a bit of a smile tugs at the corners of her mouth. “rodolphus is not coming. told him to sit this one out. hope you understand,” she continues, eyes blinking slowly, like a kitten’s. a quiet hand reaches for her glass of wine, and she takes a long sip, never breaking eye contact. of course, the restaurant is completely empty, except for them ( definitively something that has been paid for by bellatrix herself ), and a nervous waitress is lingering close by, waiting for bellatrix to wave an impatient hand. she never does. instead, she continues to observe, pitch black eyes following eloise’s movements. after a while, tongue runs over her lips, and head cocks to the side. when she speaks, her voice is gentle, almost monotone. “so for how long have you been sleeping with my husband?”

[defeatsdeath]

@eloisvs

disdain is washed off his features as his gaze wanders from rodolphus lestrange’s door to eloise greengrass. how someone like her could work for someone like him is beyond james ( but then again, doesn’t james also technically work for lestrange? ). and he doesn’t even know half of the corruption that runs through his department. but he still gives eloise a wide smile, eyes crinkling with kindness. “you ready?” he asks, hands digging into the pockets of his jeans. an eyebrow raises, and smile turns a little crooked, mischief slipping onto his lips. “don’t tell me you forgot about lunch. we’ve had this planned for hours.” ever since running into each other in the elevator, earlier that day. during the war, that’s basically an eternity. lots can happen in the span of three hours, after all.

[dirrtymercy]

@eloisvs

it has only been HOURS since she found her roommate and COLLEAGUE dead on the floor of their apartment, but she’s already acting as if it has been WASHED off her, ERASED from her memory.  almost as if it never happened ---- as if there isn’t a deep feeling of DREAD ingrained in her bones. she doesn’t know herself if it’s FEAR for her own life, or grief over sturgis and benjy. but on the surface, any emotions are carefully disguised with a warm smile, EYES revealing nothing. but somehow, she’s still sure that eloise sees right through her. they’ve known each other for long enough to learn all of each other’s tricks --- all the plots, the mind games... they’ve shared it all before. so when she swoops in, carefully placing herself in the chair opposite her friend, the facade isn’t for her benefit. it’s so that rita herself won’t crack and break. “you got my owl!” she says, voice a little too bright, unnaturally cheerful. she places her peach cider on the table, and hands fold in front of her. shaking ever so slightly. “wasn’t sure if you would. i know it’s a bit late...” she trails off, the warmth in her voice never wavering, not letting an ounce of actual emotion slip through. it’s nearing 12 AM, but she needed to see another friendly face. someone familiar. just lose herself in someone else, if only for a little while, before the harsh reality of morning sets in. smile turns a little bit crooked ( and for a second, she ALMOST forgets that there might be someone out to get her ), and eyes become less hollow, more genuine. “i would ask if we’re going to your place or mine later... but i’m staying with a friend right now. she might mind.”