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[implicatedbyprophecy]

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Leta hadn’t even let everything sink in. She had almost died. If it hadn’t been for Theseus then she was likely to have lost her life. Although she had yelled at the man for risking his life and being so stupid with doing so. If he had died, she had no idea what she would do. Their little fight was very short though and she didn’t let it last. She still loved him and she appreciated what he did for her.

They had gone back to the Ministry, meeting with some French Aurors. When the meeting was over though, Leta hung back for a little while, wanting to let everything calm down in her head.

“Sorry. I’ll be gone in a moment, I just need some time...” she spoke softly and ran a hand through her hair.

[healingwizard]

The most recent clues and tell-tale signs of Grindelwalds undoings brought Max to Bern, Switzerland. Grindelwald proved to be a slippery fish so far, and he was gaining more and more followers on the go, which made the things go from bad to worse, and even with flyers and all wizarding communities alerted, so far the search and capture proved fruitless. The few Aurors who arrived in Bern were called to the swiss Ministry, the authorities there thinking it would be best that they’d form pairs and continue searching that way.

The young Auror approached the woman who he was assigned to as partner. “Looks like we’ll be working together for a while.”

@internationalauror // sc.

[warriorxxhearts-blog]

@internationalauror

Ariana - going by another last name now - approached the aurors. Something was going on in Paris, something bad. She felt it in the air around her and in her adoptive parents behavior. They were scared. Living apart from most cities, the witch was not in the loop about anything at all. She had problems recovering from what almost resulted in her death. 

“Excuse me...what is happening? Something is happening, but...we live in the countryside and...we’re confused.”

[bookishgryffindor1x1]

Clumsiest - with @internationalauror

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Séverine watched the young Auror looked away, as she kept an eye on him. She took a sip from her Earl Grey tea, before placing her teacup on her table. Honestly, she hadn’t been that nice towards her British Aurors, but with the war going on, she has to make sure everyone is fit and capable to take care of their own. He’s not that clumsy, but he has to know that he’s being watched and it was noticeable on how different he was today.

❝Auror Argyle. Stand down.❞ She muttered, her greenish blue eyes narrowed at the red-head Auror that literally barged in their conversation. While handling William was bearable, the other was a different case. She sighed, walking behind her table. ❝If that is so, Pardon me, Auror Marshall. But make sure in our training later, you’d fix yourself up. In war, being distracted is an advantage to your enemy.❞

❝Auror Argyle, you have to learn to respect your higher officers.❞ She calmly stated, tilting her head to the side as if daring him to question her.

William’s face reddened noticeably. He hated messing up; it wasn’t something that happened very often except where potions were involved, and being reprimanded by a senior Auror only made it worse. Awkwardly, he finished stacking the pile of parchment he’d knocked over and nodded. “I’ll make an effort, ma’am,” he replied, straightening up and stuffing his hands in his pockets. “I’ve just had a couple of things on my mind today. I’ll try to put them aside.”

The scowl on Jason’s face deepened for a moment before he bit his lip and managed to ease it away a little. “I didnae think I was doin’ anythin’ disrespectful,” he said, folding his arms. “Sorry if I gave off that impression.” Many of the other Aurors, whom he knew reasonably well and got along with, were less strict about formality; he was used to laughing and joking with them when there was nothing serious to handle. Maybe it was a French thing, but sometimes Séverine’s attitude just irritated him a bit.

[graves-aplenty]

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New Year’s Eve. Percival hated New Year’s Eve. The crowds too loud, the people to boisterous, and not nearly enough drink to sustain him through the MACUSA parties. 

He is watching the throng of people from the balcony, leaning against the pristine white railings with a tumbler of scotch in hand while those below screamed and hollered at some unknown game with delight and surprise. 

They had visitors this year, people from the French Ministry, and Percival spots one of them almost as soon as the crowd starts cheering. Cheering, and pointing. In his direction. 

“Director Graves.” Someone calls out, voice just barely audible over the din of it all. “It’s your turn. Your turn to kiss her!” 

He makes a mental remark to have him put down into wand permits the next time he reports. 

[broken-obscurial]

Lost Time || Closed RP with internationalauror

@internationalauror Just five more minutes before curfew. Just five more minutes of peace before he had the face the raging storm at home. Mary Lou wasn't going to wait five minutes, however. Disregarding the knowledge that he would pay the price later, Credence ducked into the crowd, papers held close, hoping to avoid her eyes for as long as he could. He moved quickly through the swarm of people surrounding him. Going against the current made it at least a bit easier to avoid Mary Lou. He tried quickening his pace, part of him testing his limits, seeing how long he could go. He free could he truly be. The young man shut his eyes for a moment, trying to pretend he was just like everyone else on the streets; going home from a long days work, ready to make dinner and relax at home with a book by the fire. He had his eyes closed for too long, accidentally colliding with someone in the crowd. He fell forward, his hands instinctively coming out to cushion his fall, but in turn scattering all of the flyers in his arms. He felt the gravel scrape his palms, opening healing wounds. Hurriedly starting to apologize, he scrambled around to grab his papers. "I-I didn't mean to-" He looked up to connect with not anger, but soft eyes and a small smile. He looked at the woman for a second before his five minutes were regretfully up. "Credence!" Mary Lou called. He knew her voice was sweet in public, but it chilled him to the bone to know how furious she could be underneath. A flash of desperation crossed his face as he looked up at the woman, gathering the rest of the papers, grimacing at the bloodstains now on the flyers. "C-Coming, ma'am." He mumbled softly, lowering his eyes to the ground, his stomach sinking. He wouldn't be free today..

[bookishgryffindor1x1]

“You’re the clumsiest person I know.”

“Really?” William flushed, embarrassed, and looked away. It was true he’d not exactly been on his best form today - spilling a couple of drinks and dropping a stack of paperwork - but he didn’t think he’d been that bad.

“He’s no’ clumsy!” came a voice from nearby, laden with a heavy Highland accent and a note of defensive outrage. William winced slightly as his best friend appeared from behind a partition, ready to stick up for him even unasked.

Jason scowled at the French Auror. “He’s just a wee bit distracted today, that’s no call tae be callin’ him names.”

[warheroics-blog]

*drunk!sev kisses theseus on new years eve*

Theseus was not expecting that kiss. But it’s didn’t mean that he didn’t enjoy it. A beautiful person kissing you was hardly something one should complain about. But she is drunk, and Theseus didn’t want to take advantage. He gently pulls away from her for a moment, “Why don’t we continue this when you’re more…sober…”