#thread: nellie

[bcrrycakes]

CLOSED FOR @mysteryoflovc PLOT: one of the dialogues from here MUSE: eleanor "nellie" ellis-chen, 25, she/her, pansexual, nanny

it's too much ⏤ the music from the party is too loud, the room too crowded, her face too warm from the drinks. but those words, that accusation, feels like a slap to the face. taking them by the arm, they shove their nearly-empty can into the hands of some random passer-by, practically dragging them outside. in the fresh air she creates distance again, folds her arms across her chest, "i never stopped missing you."

[evanxrosier]

where: the ministry of magic when: immediately after the election who: @penelope-rosier​

There was a smell to this place.  There always had been, even before Rodolphus and his obsequious band of xenophobic fanatics started to take over.  Maybe bureaucracy was just evil in and of itself, the stuff gunking up the grinding gears of progress, mindless of human causalities.  It was a rotten kind of smell, but tonight, it was more acidic.  It brought to mind snake venom and battery acid, and that thought alone almost made him laugh.  Because everywhere he turned was another pureblood Slytherin alumnus, and for all that they said they weren't the house of evil, he had a hard time seeing them as anything else, given the state of things.  And here he was in the middle of all of it, smiling and clapping people on the back, feeling like some part of him was slowly fracturing.  His heart turned to glass, his stomach to porcelain, his liver to wood, all of it splintering and cutting him internally.

It would be a fucking miracle to just bleed out, and not have to worry about it anymore.  That was the future though, he thought, catching the eye of Rodolphus across the room and tilting a glass in his direction, the smile on his face widening.  But not until he could bring certain people down with him.  Evan never thought he'd be the fatalistic type, but here he was, in this moment feeling like tossing his life away on a chance of taking one more fucker out of the world.

He would have done it too, but then he turned his head and caught Nellie's eye.  For all that he didn't show it, still smiling and drinking and chumming around, something inside of him deflated, and he was able to push back the urge to do something drastic. He couldn't do that to her.  Not now.  He's smile brightened a little, into something more genuine and he grabbed a bottle of champagne and cross the room towards her.  "Hey there, little sis," he said, filling her glass and then taking her arm.  "Great fucking day, right?" he said and winked at her before finishing off his glass and taking a sip right off the bottle.  "Wanna get some air?" he said, and didn't wait for an answer before pulling her away, out of the room and away from the people, his arm around his shoulder and putting on an act of being slightly more drunk than he actually was.

He didn't let it slip until they were safely closed up far enough away and then he sighed, leaning up hard against the door he'd just closed and locked and gave his sister a helpless smile. "We are so incredibly fucked," he said after a moment.  “Every second I’m still in that room, I feel like I’m ten seconds away from leaping at his throat and throttling him to death.”  He looked down and saw his hands were shaking and let out something of a laugh.  “Fuck.” 

[parcdisal]

plot: our muses are in show business and have been together for while. well, their sex tape just got leaked. (based on this) open to: m/f/nb

“i can’t fucking believe this,” nellie screamed, throwing her arms up in the air. she had been pacing the room for the last fifteen minutes, screaming and crying at regular intervals. “this is going to literally ruin our careers, you know that?” she was an actress for a ‘family friendly’ thriller that aired on monday nights. there was no way the network was going to renew her contract now that the entire world had seen her perform oral sex and a whole lot more than that. shaking her head, she glared at her lover, the co-star of the now infamous tape. “please tell me that you had nothing to do with this getting out.” 

[bcrrycakes]

CLOSED STARTER for @egotistival PLOT: this plot from your tag MUSE: eleanor "nell/nellie" ellis-chen, 24, she/her, pansexual, nanny

NELLIE WAS PANICKING. it was the third time this creep had come up to her, apparently not able to hear or understand the words not interested. he was being incredibly persistent and following her around, leaving nellie to desperately scan the crowd for the person she had gone out with that night. once their eyes met, nellie gave them the look before rushing up to them, "he won't leave, i need you to kiss me like, right now."

[xgwenogjones]

When: After Moody and Shaklebolt's Release Where: Penelope Rosier's Office Who: @penelope-rosier​

For all that it was a part of Bellatrix's master plan, Gwenog watching Rodolphus Lestrange ascend to the position he had was a tough pill to swallow. Gwenog had never been stupid, she'd seen long ago how much Lestrange resented Bellatrix's power and her cunning mind.  But Bellatrix had insisted that it wasn't their time yet.  That they had to appeal to the heads of the old families first, instill their ideas and then take ultimate control when the time was right.  It made sense logically, but it still irked her, like some sort of Chinese water torture, feeling the drips of water plink against her skin every time she saw Lestrange parade around, fluffing his feathers.

At least Rodolphus was intelligent enough to stick with the plan, elevating the people to the new openings like she and Bellatrix had planned ( most of them women ) and except for Bella's untimely demise, things seemed to be moving as swimmingly as possible.  Even if he was leaving more of his work to his undersecretary than Gwenog thought appropriate, though now she assumed it wasn't for partying but for pouting at the loss of his prize prisoners.  Still, Gwen would rather deal with Penelope Rosier on any given day than the heir apparent.

Penelope Rosier had what her sister never did- the ambition to succeed and a steel under the outward sweetness.  It didn't make the sweetness any easier to swallow of course- sweetness was all a show to put men at ease, as far as Gwenog could tell and it always bit into her like a cold blast of icy wind when she saw other women do it.  But unlike Hesita, Penelope had something underneath that, something hard that could be molded if Gwenog was allowed to do so.  And honestly there was no time like the present.  She'd need the girl on her side when the time to move the pieces into mate came, and the seeds needed to be planted.

Gwenog strode confidently up to Penelope's office and rapped once on the door before letting herself in.  "Penelope, a moment," she said, not asking, letting herself in and planting herself in front of Penelope's desk. "I could ask you where your boss is, but I know he's off licking the wounds to his ego at the moment.  I'm just hoping he's prepared a statement because I have several concerned heads of state on the line and I would love to know what he'd like me to tell them."  Gwenog knew what she'd like to say of course, but now wasn't the time.  Unfortunately.