Corban Yaxley

Corban was walking down practically empty halls of the ministry, his shoes almost soundless against the tiles beneath him. He was holding a large stack of documents while talking to one of the more ambitious interns who had arrived early just to prove they were very motivated. Yaxley appreciated the attempt.

He was meeting Rabastan today, or so was the plan they had managed to talk through via owls. He turned the corner and saw the man. A small sigh of relief bubbled up inside his chest, he didn't let it escape his lips, of course, just silently handing the large stack of papers to the intern and sending them on their merry way.

He strode over with his usual detached grace and confidence before settling down where he usually sat during meetings like this, taking the coffee first and taking a sip silently before opening his mouth.

"Good morning to you as well," He inclined his head in a somewhat casual nod of acknowledgment. "All is well, your health is important. I would rather we take our time with this, as it was not anything we had to speak on right away." He said in between his third and fourth sips. "I assume you are feeling much better?"

r-lestrcnge

The sight of the impressive mound of paperwork reminded Rabastan why he chose to work at Gringotts instead of the Ministry. As much as he adored research and good organisation, he would not have been able to tolerate being tied to a desk to complete such tiresome tasks for an institution that he loathed. The freedom permitted by the goblins was far preferable. It was a different priority, building connections with the creatures who controlled their economy, instead of being positioned at the heart of the government like Corban. But it was valuable work, nonetheless.

"I am fully recovered, thank you," he told him, leaning back and making himself more comfortable - or as comfortable as one could be on basic, functional Ministry furniture. "Your intern is far too keen for his own good. I don't remember ever being so eager for paperwork." It was a lie. He had spent an inordinate amount of time buried beneath scrolls in his youth. But that was neither here nor there. "How long until this gathering takes place?" he asked, swirling his coffee as though he were discussing something as casual as the next grand pureblood wedding. "If you could find out which protections are designed for it, I will be more prepared to break them when the time comes."

Corban remained silent for a bit, just drinking his beloved beverage in the halls of a building that felt like his own from how long he spent inside it. He looked at Rabastan, eyed the man, and studied his face, it seemed a bit paler than usual. He was glad the other male had recovered from the illness without much of long-lasting complications.

"He is my intern for a reason Mister Lestrange. I don't pick interns who cannot handle at least part of my speed and workload. He knows there are many who will replace him if he isn't working hard. I might not be able to do much about those Aurors that plague my days with more work but my underlings are fully of my own choosing." He shrugged. "Ambitious youngsters are always welcome." He felt old all of a sudden, compared to his bright-eyed, young barely adult helper at least.

"As far as I could gauge three more weeks." He said looking at his coffee and then the hall next to them. "I shall work on providing as much information as I can regarding the perimeter."

#thread;rabastan

"Slap some sense into you? You might be going to regret that decision." Because Val was someone who wouldn't mind literally carrying that out when the time would come.

The woman scrunched her nose when Corban so easily explained to her how the world worked. She knew how it worked but she didn't need to hear it just stated to her. Because she knew the difference and she did not like it one bit. "In no rush... If you are not careful, all the good ones will be taken, however," she teased him with a chuckle before eating some of her scrambled eggs in front of her.

Val slightly tilted her head. "Tell me a name, so I can consider befriending them. Or not." She was not the one adapting to a different person to be trying and make them tell her things. But she could always see if there was a challenge in there somewhere.

#interactions.#interactions | valeria flint.

"Oh no, How could I ever live without a good British wife." He said with somewhat dry amusement evident in his tone. He took another bite while watching her face as it showed far more emotions than either allowed when they weren't so protected by the trust put into one another. "Also I rarely regret my decisions, unless it comes to certain friends of ours. They are as annoying as most of my Auror "teammates" which is a very low place to be in."

At her question, he grinned. "The terror that is Alastor Moody." He sipped his large coffee again. "I would rather we handle him quickly, he is a bit too competent for the other side." He said casually tapping his fingers on the table. "Although it's a shame he won't join us, such men are rare these days, at least in the ministry."

magicmarked

"Never been to a Sugarplum's sale before?" Amos asked at the sight of furrowed brows, followed by a pardon. He knew he must look ridiculous, but when half the customers were on a sugar high most the time, he managed to blend in decently well. "These things get brutal, I'm talking multiple Healers needing to be called in kind of brutal," He knew that it would likely not explain his behavior much, but at the very least, he noticed the old employee stocking shelves nodding along with him.

"Diggory. Amos. Amos Diggory." If anything, Amos was just making himself look worse by repeating his name, as if the other man wasn't aware how names worked. "Are you sure? These are 50% off, you know." Unable to shut himself up, Amos held up the bowl with it's large discount sticker as evidence.

"Sorry, it's been a long day, 'm feeling a bit frazzled, like the seams are coming off," Amos figured an apology wasn't going to save him from this disaster of a show, but he figured that before he had to dart off again to save Cedric from the bad flavors of Bertie Bott's, he might as well make an attempt at it.

"Sugarplum sales?" He murmurs to himself, kind of amused, a bit concerned for the man. Was he mental? He wished to ask but common decency and politeness held back his tongue, although it ached with desire to speak on it. "Ah, I see…" He said giving him a very unsure look but not arguing.

"Corban Yaxley." He nodded, "I am sure, I can even buy them for you if you wish?" He cringed at his own proposal. Unsure why he offered it at all, to begin with.

"I noticed." The man was clearly a new father and well, he couldn't even find it in him to muster anything but maybe pity and somewhat baffled amusement. Corban watched the man rush off, thinking if he should follow or not, for now just observing the situation.

rsrevan

where: the white wyvern who: @thelawmaker

Evan was a regular customer of the White Wyvern, a table was always settled for him in the spot he most liked in the bar. He felt comfortable there, a place where he could be himself and engage with whoever he preferred at any given moment. Tonight he hadn't spotted any witch that might be of his liking, instead his gaze had settled on a wizard by the counter as he ordered what didn't seem to be his first drink. A wicked smile easily crept onto his lips as he waved her hand for the familiar face to walk over. "Corban, long time no see!" He greeted the other wizard, giving him a nice clap on the back. "Have a drink with me, 'haps?"

Corban wanted to enjoy one day, one drink without someone from his acquaintances interrupting his rest. No such luck came to him that night, sadly. He heard the voice, oh so familiar and oh so famous in many different circles. It's not that he didn't like Rosier, he truly did somewhat find him not an utter waste of time, it was just that…Mixing with him rarely ended in a good situation for him and…

Had he been a better man he wouldn't have answered the call over, and he would have ignored people who made chaos in his life, yet like a moth to flames the wave caused his feet to move. He settled down right across him. Giving the man a small nod. A polite thing to do, acknowledge the man, the pureblood that was across him. "Hello Evan, how have you been lately?" He motioned to the waitress to bring whiskey for him. Thanking her for bringing it.

A few drinks prior, Zafar would have taken more care in how he was treating Corban. The wizard teetering on accepting this side of him, most times, denial was better company to keep than the truth. At the moment, there was only one thought on his mind and that was how delicious the blonde always appeared when down on his knees between his legs. It was only a matter of time before the other was willing to give into all they craved.

Under the confinement of the table, the pad of his fingers danced along the inside of the blonde's inner thigh. "Tell me you are not hard." His tone hushed that only words would be heard between them.

The hiss made him smirk and the fingers digging into his thigh were a tell of what was to come. Zafar had his moment. He finished his last shot, taking a long pull of his drink. "You know why I'm popular." He retorted, keeping his hand on the blonde's thigh. "You have one shot left and your drink." He planned for them to leave once they were both done.

Corban gritted his teeth to not let people find their weirdly close sitting position suspicious. Just gave the other man a long glare without saying anything. He almost prayed for his body to not twitch, to not let the other man have the satisfaction of getting the better of him.

"Once no one can see it I am going to do very bad things to you." Corban hissed, in a promise, hushed and only for Zafar's ears. He swung the shot and got up, grabbing the arrogant, bloody rag of a man by the wrist and pulling him towards the exit.

"If you act like a man of your position maybe I won't hex your pretty face so badly even your most devoted fans wouldn't manage to get it up for you." He said over his shoulder while swinging the door open.

#c: zafar shafiq

There was something desirable in the way Corban would give that look, that the wizard did not enjoy their times together, and given that it was their dirty little secret, he would take great pleasure he catching the officer off guard. An amused smirk on his face when the blonde indulged a little too quickly in his drink, knowing what the other was letting race through his mind.

Before the barman could leave, two full drinks of firewhiskey were brought, along with Corban's drinks, and he turned his body towards him. He held up one of his shots, waiting for the blonde to do the same. "Why deny what you want?" Zafar didn't care what others thought about him, though his sex life was more personal, but tonight, he wanted to forget the nasty arrangement and see how much further he could push the other into accepting this side of him.

He leans forward to whisper in his ear, tone dropping. "You do look pretty with my cock in your mouth." Zafar pulls back to take his sixth shot.

Corban was staring at his shots. His eyes still somewhat manage to stay focused on Zafar, his Jaw, his Addams apple, his fingers, forearms. It made him flush a bit, fully focusing on the shots again. He felt like a misbehaving kid each time he caught eyes wandering toward men, especially with guys like Zafar, who he had a weird past with…

Corban lifted his drink on autopilot. "You are far too confident in my desire to shag you," Corban said narrowing his eyes, even if there was not much heat behind his gaze or words. He took the shot.

Then Zafar leaned over and the blonde choked on air. "Behave!" He hissed squeezing Zafar's thigh, pushing his fingers to dig into the cloth that covered the other's skin, wishing he could squeeze tightly enough to dig his nails into him. But he didn't. Instead, he took a new shot. "You are a crude bastard, Salazar if I knew why you are so popular." He grumbled.

"Muscle-headed impatient glorified assholes. I would nearly think you liked them," Val said with a chuckle at the rather original description from the aurors that worked under him. If she heard things like this, she also wondered why sometimes people did a job like that.

The woman raised her eyebrows at Corban when he mentioned her age. "Mister Yaxley, do I need to remind you that I am only a bit over a month older than you and that you are still unmarried too?" She pointed out to him as she brought her coffee cup to her lips and to take a sip from it.

Val silently listened to the plans that were into motion. That was the best thing about the silencing charm; it was possible to openly discuss this. "Names that need to be kept an eye on? Anything I can do for you in that matter?"

#interactions.#interactions | Valeria Flint

"Oh, why would you put such cursed thoughts into the world." He said holding back a groan as he rolled his eyes. "If you ever catch me being into an Auror I allow you to slap sense into me. Save me from myself." He said taking a bite from his pancake.

"Yeah. Well, I am a man. Sadly this world thinks I can marry any time and have many kids with zero issues. Younger witch or not." He said casually. "My sisters are 15 and 17 years younger than me, after all." He took another bite. "So I am in no rush." It might be a harsh take, a harsh joke but it was true. Even so, he himself never agreed with the idea, he had far too many strong and capable women around to never even entertain such silly ideas. Amelia Bones would always enrage and awe him. Her talents were wasted for those bugs, horrible, horrible shame.

"None that I think you interact with often enough, but if you wish to seduce them into friendship or something else I could recommend some?"

The Ministry... It sounded like a terrible place to be working at for Val. She liked the privacy of the shop she worked in mostly. The Ministry was so public. You were basically hiding in plain sight and that was something felt unnecessarily dangerous to her. But apparently Corban was more than capable at hiding in plain sight.

"Scolding aurors... That sounds both fun and boring as hell at the same time." Telling people off was definitely a fun mean time to have. "But that can't be all, can it?" And with that question, Val was basically asking what he was up to in connection to the Dark Lord more than anything else.

Val tilted her head slightly as she thought about what was new in her life. "Just minding my own business regarding work, helping people where necessary. Avoiding my parents to not tempt them into marrying me off once more since the last one failed. And just having fun in general as long as I'm able to do so."

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"They make my blood pressure rise. That's all most are good for. I feel like my mother scolding the girls for their mischief any time I have to interact with those muscle-headed impatient glorified assholes." He huffed, eye twitching just imagining what today or the day after would mean in that regard. God, he wanted to be allowed to hex people until they got his point. Or imperio them to do their bloody jobs. His lips twitched at her reply, and he put his cup down. "Ah yes, your marriage. Aren't you a bit too old to be unattached?" He asked with sarcasm and humor dripping from his tongue. He had no true ground to stand on being single as well. Even so, being a bit childish outside of work once in a while was rather pleasant.

"There are a few gatherings in plan," He looked away again. "Some to support muggles and muggle-borns. Funny how they care about those who were never supposed to be a part of our world but all those families have those pathetic squibs hidden away somewhere and don't even mention it." He leaned against the back of his chair a bit more securely. "How hypocritical of them, at least I don't call myself a saint." He said before looking back into his cup. "I have a few names I think need to be kept an eye on. They seem a bit more dangerous than government pests."

The last person he was expecting to sit down beside him was Corban, they had an interesting friendship, if one would call it that, though they did share the same ideals and fought for the same cause; he may just know him in another way.

At the mention of offering a distraction, his thoughts immediately went in another direction. A hand reaches for the fourth shot, taking it down in one gulp, dark hues looking over to the one beside him. "Have a few drinks with me." A pause, letting his dilated pupils rake over the blonde. "Then we go back to my place." He was not going to let some arranged marriage stop him from indulging.

Corban watched the other man take another shot. Eyes followed each move of the other's hand, the way it gripped onto the shot cups. It was somewhat relaxing to watch Zafar, even when Yaxley's heart was beating faster longer they sat there. He nodded, he didn't mind having some drinks with him. It was when the dark-haired man looked him up and down that Corban's body tensed, he avoided meeting those intense eyes, just drinking from his cup instead as a way to distract himself.

He choked on the drink, eyes widening as he whipped his head around to stare at the other death eater's face. "Pardon?" It's not that he was against it, per se, just… What if someone else heard about this? Gods, Corban had to be careful. He just simply chugged the rest of his drink slamming the cup onto the table. He raised his hand to get Barman's attention ordering shots for himself as well. He needed that more than ever before.

Once the shots arrived, he took the first swing before pulling out a pack of cigarettes. He didn't smoke often but…stress had pushed him into unexpected directions many times. He lit one up before offering the pack to the person sitting next to him. "Offer leaving this place three shots later once more, maybe I will say yes."

#c: Zafar Shafiq

r-lestrcnge

Starter for: Corban Yaxley @thelawmaker Where: the Ministry of Magic When: early morning

There was something delicious about meeting at the Ministry to discuss its downfall. Rabastan loathed the place. Yet when he entered the building, he felt as though it would soon be crumbling at the Dark Lord's feet. It was like stepping into the den of the enemy, in plain sight while armed with a divine weapon. It would not be long until this war was won. He was certain of it, his faith as grounded as the very earth itself.

A few weeks had passed since Yaxley had left a letter for him with Emmeline. Since Rabastan had been unwell, he had been unable to attend to it as promptly as he would have wished. But he was now keen to address the matter swiftly, and had risen typically early in order to meet him in person. Thus he sat in the Ministry's foyer, observing the surroundings with the air of a man who could perish from boredom. Two coffees were perched on the table before him, his own ladled with sugar and already half-consumed. He knew Corban's habits by now; the man would be useless without caffeine.

It was still quiet, too early for most Ministry workers to be actively milling around. So it was not difficult to spot the other man as he paced into view. Rabastan waved him over.

"Good morning Corban." Sliding the coffee across the table towards him, he broke a sly smile. "I was most excited about your letter. Apologies for reacting so slowly, but there is still time to act upon it and I am eager to do so."

#thread;rabastan #lumosfm

where: the white wyvern who: open

This was a disaster no matter how he looked at it. He was going to marry Evelyn Zabini. There was a certain appeal to the witch, who would normally catch his attention, but they knew each other. They knew how to rub the other the wrong way, and if he admitted it truthfully, he was rather fond of how he could rile her up.

He shot back the next shot in the row of six at his table, finishing number three. "If you are going to stand there, you might as well join me." A pause, "but you will order your own drinks." He didn't look up to see who it was.

Corban shrugged off his coat and settled down next to Zafar without a word. He brought whiskey for himself, only when the drink was resting in front of his very eyes did he look towards the other man.

"What has happened that has you drinking like this?" He asked, eyeing the empty cups and the conflicted look on his friend's? Acquaintance's? face. "Do not share if you do not wish to. But I will listen if you need to be heard." It was often the only thing people could offer to those who resorted to drinking as much as the man was currently. Cornan took his own drink to his mouth sipping it to calm down his nerves after the long day at work. He closed his eyes for a few seconds before opening them again and looking at the man sitting next to him.

The way dim lights shone across his features softened the other's face slightly. Corban wondered if it was the same for his own face, his gaze. "Or I can distract you with Ministry talks. I doubt you would wish to hear it, however." He offered a little of his cup to him, like a mockery of a toast, an acknowledgment before taking another gulp of whiskey pleasantly burning through his system.

#lumosfm #thread:shafiq

Starter for: @thelawmaker Location: The Hopping Pot, Carkitt Market

It was a regular thing by now. Catching up over breakfast on what was going on in life. And of course the Death Eaters. A silencing spell was cast on their surroundings so others would not be able to hear what it was that they had to say.

Their romance together was long in the past, Corban truly was a good friend to Val now and she wouldn't want it any other way. She brought the cup of coffee up to her lips, a regular one. Although an Irish coffee sounded good too.

"What have you been up to lately, Corban?"

Corban was sitting across from her, drinking his bitter coffee. He liked the smell of it a lot. It was a casual get-together and had been for a while, so he didn't rush to speak or discuss things. He just read his newspaper and looked up from time to time to observe the world around their lovely bubble shift and move. His eyes were drawn to rushing witches and wizards, scurrying around like ants, busy with their worries and fears.

"Me?" He hummed for a few blinks of a second before speaking. "Busy scolding Aurors and their horrible work ethic mostly." 'and trying not to find some of those men attractive for whatever devil-possessed reason.' He thought but didn't voice his thoughts. He appreciated Val and trusted her with many things, including things of his youth. But some things he couldn't imagine voicing into the world, as if speaking aloud would make them come to fruition.

"And you?" He brought the cup of coffee up to his lips. "How have you been? Anything of interest to you?" It was a subtle way to say he cared to hear more about her own life rather than death-eater-related business. The morning was warm and soft, he wished to at least finish his pancakes before the two would speak of things that made normal people lose their appetite.

magicmarked

WHO : amos diggory & anyone. WHERE : sugarplum's sweet shop, diagon alley. WHEN : late afternoon.

With Cedric momentarily distracted by a kid floating around after chewing on some Fizzing Whizzbees, Amos was taking his chances by loading his Sugarplum's basket full of treats. The kids on the Little League team he coached had reached the semi-finals today — and they were expecting a reward. While he wondered how much of this could be put down under 'equipment costs budget', Amos spotted the gold mine — a bowl full of discounted Sugar Quills. "Dibs!" He called, just as he grabbed the bowl right before the next person trying to reach for it, looking (and feeling) particularly childish. "Sorry, it's a Sugar Quill emergency — if you want any, you're going to have to fight me for them."