Felicity Mallory

Anne Hathaway, slytherin,halfblood. — that’s FELICITY MALLORY, who is in the INTERMEDIATE CLASS. She is THIRTY THREE YEARS OLD and supposedly they are very GENEROUS & FRIENDLY, though they can also be very AMORAL & DISHONEST ( Parva, 24, EST, she/her )

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calxrigby‌:

Potions wasn’t Cal’s strongest suit, but it also wasn’t his downfall. Thankfully, his extensive knowledge of plants seemed to be his saving grace when it came to the class, as ingredients posed less of a challenge for him because of such a thing. His steady hand and nature were also helpful for the practice. “Miss Mallory,” he said with a little respectful incline of his head towards her, almost as if he were tipping a non-existent hat. “Looks like we’ll be working together for this class. Have you mixed this one before?” he asked, squinting a little at the book. His reading was improving, thankfully. 

He seemed cheerful enough. She wasn’t sure how anyone was cheerful in such a world, but especially in potion’s class. She was pretty sure he wasn’t even that good at it, though he was better than the student who accidentally exploded their hiccup solution. “No,” She lied, a smile still fixed naturally to her face. “Unfortunately potions isn’t my strong suit.” That was true, but she was miles beyond everyone in every subject as far as she was concerned. “But I’m sure we’ll make it through.”

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@calxrigby

Probably the worst part of the role she had to play was the classes. Felicity had been making liquid death since she was twelve, she was far from needing step-by-step instruction now. She could probably make it blindfolded. What was worse, she didn’t need a partner, someone she would have to keep the mask on with for the next hour. She smiled as hers was assigned, trying not to roll her eyes. He was a sweet man, the kind that made her wonder what happened to masculinity. “Mr. Rigby,” She nodded, trying to seem happy about this encounter. 

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chiefofsarcasm‌:

He chuckled once more, shaking his head at her. “It is no hardship to help a pretty woman.” Dayo was such an easy-going man, he treated all people equally until he had a reason not to. That meant being good humoured and a little charming. “Felicity, I don’t think you could ever offend anyone.” He caught her hand and lifted it up to his lips, kissing it lightly before releasing it. “Please give me the honour you of walking with you, since you looked like you were in such a rush. That way, if you fall again, I can catch you.” He winked at her. “I won’t let it go to my ego, having you fall at my feet.” 

Felicity looked down at her hands, still the shy little girl. He really was flirting with her. Did he have no shame? Why on earth would he assume a woman not sharing his heritage would have any interest? Did he even worship the same god as she did? “You are too kind sir.” She said, looking up at him with big blue eyes. “I would be honored if you’d walk with me.” She giggled as he kissed her hand, sounding more like a virgin than she ever wanted to. His display was not only idiotic, he presumed far too much. “I’m sure you’ll be there to catch me if I do fall.” She said sweetly, though his lines made her want to roll her eyes. 

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bribolt‌:

Bri waved off the compliment. “I’m a talented seamstress, that’s all, really.” While she was good enough at wandless magic, she didn’t consider herself a brilliant witch, just one that had been lucky enough to get a good education. Even with fighting, unless she was challenging someone, she didn’t make claims she couldn’t live up to. 

“Please call me Bri.” At home, with so many siblings, it got confusing when people referred to “Miss Shacklebolt” as there were several of them, so none of them ever insisted on formalities. “I’m trying to share my work with everyone, I swear. My prices are very fair.” She didn’t just sew for the rich, she’d also done repairs and basic designs for those with less money. Everyone deserved nice clothes. “Oh, Dayo. My eldest brother, he’s a student here as well. If you haven’t met him yet, I’m sure you will. Everyone does.”

“Don’t be modest, really.” No, really, don’t. Felicity grinned and looked at the dress she was wearing, “Your dresses are the height of fashion! I’ve seen pictures of them in letters back in London!” She clapped her hands together as though too excited at the prospect of having met a celebrity, “You have such a talent!” 

“Bri.” Felicity grinned, “And you must call me Felicity, sorry I’ve got no nickname.” In actuality Felicity felt more like the nickname, the Duchess of Malloria had been her formal title. No matter how many years it had been, Felicity longed for the old days. “I do think we’ve met, he’s quite the charmer, isn’t he?” Felicity grinned and blushed, knowing that his sister’s good opinion would be beneficial to him if she wanted the young prince to be in her court. 

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shadowedclarke‌:

Wanting to give her the same benefit of the doubt that he could not give himself, his expression softened. “I think you will like it here. I have learned so much more magic than I could possibly have dreamed of.” Safe havens were something he was not used to, and even Hogwarts didn’t quite feel like that for him, but he hoped it could for her. 

Her mention of the things he’d seen made him shake his head. “Miss Felicity, you and I were doing our duty. There is nothing more to say on the matter.” James knew she was smart enough to know that meant he didn’t want her to talk about his own actions. While he wouldn’t betray her, even if she told others about his past, he did hope she would keep quiet. It was easier to leave the past unsaid. 

“I hope so.” Felicity said, smiling as though relieved. She gave him her doe-eyed smile, “I’ve met so many wonderful people already. I can’t wait to really test my skills.” In reality, Felicity was sure she could charm circles around every miserable student in this school maybe even the founders themselves. “I finally feel like I’m home.” 

His next statement made her feel like purring. This was exactly the play she thought he’d take. Keep it all secret, as he should, “I agree it’s better to be discreet.” She said, stepping forward. She took his hands. “James, I hope that you and I can be friends, I just...I don’t really know anyone here.” And even if he had seen her kill men in cold blood she was sure all he saw in this moment was was a woman who needed help. “Our pasts can be left behind if we leave them behind.”

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shatteredwitch‌:

Leila didn’t even notice the difference in common rooms. Nothing was familiar, but nothing registered behind the fogginess. Her body felt heavy, fingers fumbling as they tried to undo the braid in her hair. “I can’t undress in front of you.” She mumbled, her hair tumbling as she managed to dislodge the pins keeping it neat. “s’not proper.” Since there seemed to be a logical solution, she turned around. “Don’t look.” 

Felicity stepped forward and began to undo Leila’s braid. It would be so easy to sink her teeth into her, but she should probably start slow. “How would it be improper?” She said, like the devil to Eve. “We’re both women.” She reached forward, snaking her arms around Leila’s waist and untying the laces of her dress without looking at them. “What naughty things are you thinking about?”

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shatteredwitch‌:

Worried over Luci and George, Leila hadn’t protested much as Felicity gave her drink after drink. It hadn’t taken long for her to be thoroughly drunk, leaning into her friend for balance. “Okay.” Voice slurred, she followed her without noticing the direction they took. “My head feels funny. All… cloudy.” She looked over at Felicity with a lopsided smile. “It feels weird.”

“That’s how it’s supposed to feel.” Felicity said, putting her hand on Leila’s lower back. She brought her down to the basement to the Slytherin Common room. It wouldn’t be hard to create a reputation after this. Leila falling over herself and ending up in the room of a friend...Felicity smiled as they entered her empty dorm room. “Why don’t you undress and lay down, you’ll feel better.” She said, still lingering very close to her.”

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shatteredwitch‌:

Leila stilled as Felicity reached out, not used to being touched, at least not since the convent, and there, it had been very different. No kindness, only sharp slaps and sharper words. With a hint of colour in her cheeks now, she chose not to address it, her hand reaching up to where Felicity’s hand been a second ago. “I - uh, yes, once a week works for me. Perhaps Tuesday afternoons? If that works for you?” She couldn’t quite keep the nervousness out of her babbled answer. 

Perfect. Leila was clearly putty in her hands, it would be so easy to crush her like an ornament. In a way Felicity had pity for her, if only because Felicity’s plans were in fact disturbing. “Tuesdays sound great.” She stood up, knowing when to leave someone wanting more. “I’ll see you then.” 

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END.

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shadowedclarke‌:

For a second, James thought he saw a ghost from his past, come back to haunt him. Surely he hadn’t drunk that much, he still had full control over his facilities. But no, she was here. Guiltily, he glanced around, but so late at night - it’d soon be morning, really -, it was just the two of them. “Miss Felicity.” He looked back at her, not quite sure what to make of her arrival here. 

They had worked well together, but this was a piece of his past he didn’t want reminders of. What he’d done in the name of his country, he bore no guilt over, and that was what he considered to be worse than the actual acts themselves. “I - I honestly never thought I would see you again. What are you doing here?” Too many times, he had seen her lull their enemies into complacency, so he could not trust that look in her eyes, as much as he wanted to. “Have you left our work behind as well?” 

She looked down at her hands like a schoolgirl when he said her name. As though the mere fact that he’d remembered her was flattering. Pathetic. That was what men wanted, though right? And men like James--despite all his knowledge--were the easiest to play. He wanted to be a good man and believed that he never could be. He still didn’t realize that ‘good’ and ‘evil’ were relative terms. 

“I suspect I am doing the same thing you are.” She said, biting her bottom lip and looking up at him with big blue eyes. “Trying to start a new life. I heard about the school in November and knew it could be a new safe haven.” She stepped forward, pushing a lock of hair behind her ear, “After everything you’ve seen...I know you have left darker days behind, I just hope you will give me the same chance that you want.”

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@shatteredwitch

Felicity had been pouring drinks down Leila’s throat for the last few hours and was satisfied with the results. She slipped an arm around the woman’s waist and said almost seductively in her ear, “I think the party is pretty much over. Let’s get you to bed.” She pulled Leila out of the great Hall and began the trek up to the Slytherin common room. They definitely wouldn’t be going to Leila’s room. 

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shatteredwitch‌:

Leila stilled as Felicity reached out, not used to being touched, at least not since the convent, and there, it had been very different. No kindness, only sharp slaps and sharper words. With a hint of colour in her cheeks now, she chose not to address it, her hand reaching up to where Felicity’s hand been a second ago. “I - uh, yes, once a week works for me. Perhaps Tuesday afternoons? If that works for you?” She couldn’t quite keep the nervousness out of her babbled answer. 

Perfect. Leila was clearly putty in her hands, it would be so easy to crush her like an ornament. In a way Felicity had pity for her, if only because Felicity’s plans were in fact disturbing. “Tuesdays sound great.” She stood up, knowing when to leave someone wanting more. “I’ll see you then.” 

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holdempuff‌:

“In that case, welcome,” he greeted her with a smile. He shuffled the basket of plants that he had gathered for a moment, before accepting the hand offered and he shook it. “It’s not a problem. Pleasure to meet you Ms. Mallory. I am Holden Hufflepuff.” A strong wind blew pass and he had to make sure the items he was carrying didn’t drop. “It’s a bit cold out here. Shall we head inside?”

“Well thank you for the greeting.” She said, smiling sweetly. Already she was trying to sum up the other man. He was clearly lacking, there was nothing in him that seemed to say “man” he was clearly passive, perhaps some type of healer or botanist. His name, was of interest even if his person was not. Hufflepuff, so he was related to Master Hufflepuff. Perhaps he could be useful. “Yes, of course, I did not mean to delay you.” 

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Dear Felicity, 

Thank you for being so understanding. You’re a good friend. 

Merry Christmas. 

Leila 

(comes with a basket of baked goods)

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[Delivered during breakfast on the morning of the feast, a black box with a silver serpent broach, a leather bound journal, a quill and a bottle of ink is delivered with a note attached]

Felicity, 

Merry Christmas, welcome to Slytherin House. I hope you enjoy your first Christmas as a member of the best house in Hogwarts. In the box you’ll find a number of gifts that I hope you will have use for in the coming year. It is not much, but consider it a token of my affection.

Sincerely,

Salazar Slytherin.

Felicity rolled her eyes at the gifts. She would use them, of course, but the entire christmas thing was ridiculous to her. Here they were exchanging gifts like Pagans. There was no Christ in this holiday. 

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shatteredwitch‌:

Grateful for the understanding, Leila felt a little more at ease. There was no pressure anymore, which took off one layer of the stress. Of course, there were lots of others. “Oh, I’m used to being alone.” She had plenty of experience with it, having spent most of her life fairly isolated. “But thank you. I don’t want to bother you, but maybe when I’m helping you with charms, we can talk.” She was scared of pushing away her new friend by making it all about her. She hated to be so selfish.

“Oh a sweet thing like you.” Felicity said, with an almost cat-like grin. “You could never bother me.” She reached out and tucked a lock of hair behind Leila’s ear, a little experiment. Whether it was taken as platonic or romantic, letting her space be invaded like that would be a good sign. “I think the people most used to being alone are the loneliest. Why don’t we schedule a time to meet up and practice? I’m happy to do it at least once a week.”

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bellabruxa‌:

“Italy? Really?” she asked matching the girl’s pace, deciding she was going to accompany the girl to her destination and get as much information as possible. “Where else? Have you ever been outside of Europe?” practically bouncing on her feet, Bella continued asking questions, “Who invited you?”

“Yes, I was a trusted servant in the court of his Majesty Otto II. For a time we were in Italy, then Germany.” She didn’t elaborate, knowing that every good lie had a grain of truth in it. “And then I tired of working as servant and chose to come to England for a time. And now I am here.” Her disappointment that this girl would be following her was stifled only by a herculean effort. “How about you?”

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bellabruxa‌:

“Another time that is very late.” she chirped back teasingly. “You are? Have you moved around a lot?” the strange woman, Felicity, immediately became leagues more interesting in Bella’s eyes.  

“I came when I was invited.” Felicity said, still smiling politely. It was old hat to push her own feelings down and become someone else. It still wasn’t pleasant. She looked back at the castle and imagined it on fire. That wasn’t a likely result of her stay, but Felicity saw herself as metaphorically starting fires everywhere she went. Some might be depressed or ashamed of leaving chaos in their wake, she more than enjoyed it. Hogwarts was a cute experiment, but it would not be successful. “Oh, here and there. I was born in Italy.” She said, heading towards the door.