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marcxmulci:

“Where would I be without you?” He said dryly, through a barely there smirk. Marcus was definitely not the easiest person to converse with, and by all accounts he had to give Viv some credit for putting up with him for all those years. Letting out a scoff, Mulci shook his head “Come on, you ought to know me better than that, nothing less three will make me spill my metaphorical guts.” At Viv’s impersenation, Mulci laughed deeply and rolled his eyes. “Duno how you put up with that bull.”

“Bottle, please,” She called out to the bartender, pointing towards their glasses. Most establishments knew Vivianne well enough to comply without a doubt. Avery money was good. “Don’t think it’s all for you, I need to blow off some steam,” Viv quickly added to Marcus, giving him a small, knowing smile. She always liked that she didn’t need all the pretense around her friend, they could fuel each others’ worst impulses without worry of judgement. “I have to keep them somewhat pleased with me. How else would I pay for all your drinks?” She scoffed lightly, raising her own glass in toast.

#* 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 / interactions.#ft. marcus mulciber.#marcus 001.

battyborgin:

It seemed too easy, sometimes, to gain the affections of the shopkeepers in the surrounding area of Borgin & Burke’s. Many had either greatly disliked her father, and found her facade of sweet and shyness to be endearing in his absence, or they’d liked him and were glad to get updates on his health from his sole heiress. She never knew when she might need to have one of them on her side, which was why she had been helping around the places that had been destroyed. That’s what she’d been doing when she spotted the Avery witch. “If only you’d been around to help.” Batty returned, her own tone lacking the syrupy thickness that the other displayed. She’d only ever used that sickly sweet tone when she wanted to scare her playthings. Looking up at the debris that were left of the building, she shook her head and lowered her voice. “This was the youngest Nott’s apothecary.” Batty didn’t care much, one way or another, even if the witch provided her with top quality potions and salves. However, Winter was close friends with her cousin. If it mattered to Alecto, it mattered to her. Especially with the witch’s injuries from it.

“If only,” Vivianne repeated, not managing the disappointment in her voice at that, she truly did enjoy the chaos and revelry of it all — and was sad she missed it for yet another boring event her parents wanted her to attend. It used to be much easier, she barely minded the parading, even enjoyed it, as long as she had enough liquor in her. But her brothers’ death had made things like that seem so empty. Look pretty, smile politely, keep your mouth shut — she’d grown to hate those words, even when her parents still whispered them to her at every party they deemed ‘worthy’ of attending. At Batty’s next words, she raised her eyebrows, unable to conceal her surprise. Vivianne felt out of the loop, had Winter Nott done something to provoke such a reaction? She couldn’t imagine it. “The place looks absolutely wrecked,” She replied, voice lowered slightly as well, with the lack of people, she’d hoped they could speak openly, but you could never be too careful. “Was she injured?”

#* 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 / interactions.#ft. batty borgin.#batty 001.

cvrrcws:

— alecto had plastered on a face of shock, when she’d apparated into diagon alley just to wander through the wreckage, under the guise of helping clean up. she tilted her head when she heard someone commenting, though, nodding, “ it’s really such a shame. and to attack in the middle of what was supposed to be a celebration. ” she spoke, voice sweet. “ did you see any of it ? ” as if alecto didn’t know exactly who had been involved. but as far as anyone knew, she had been with the younger rosier, drinking to the new year and pretending they didn’t hate each other.

“It’s like nothing is sacred anymore,” Even Vivianne had to admit that was a little too dramatic of her, though one of the passerby’s nodded to himself as he overheard her words. She barely managed to hide her grin at that. “No, luckily I was out of the country,” The word ‘luckily’ came out with an edge, indicating that she meant quite the opposite. She was in Diagon Alley to figure out all the details — and marvel at the damage that had been created. “Did you manage to escape all the violence as well?”

#* 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 / interactions.#ft. alecto carrow.#alecto 001.

black-tonks:

Vivianne Avery was just above Andromeda in school. And the elder had been keen on making her presence in the common room known. Like Bella, Andi often thought that the witch got vindication from making those around her squirm. Perhaps not as obviously as the likes of Mulciber or even her new brother-in-law, but still…the sight of the other brunette did little but turn her stomach.

“It’s not as bad as around Halloween. Maybe those vandals are losing their edge.” She leaned innocently on her cleaning broom, having spent the better part of her morning on mending charms and cataloguing lost items. What idiot had managed to lose their wand? And why was it that each of her old housemates fell back on that syrupy drawl? How to get away with murder, Andromeda thought, step number one: overact to the point of misconduct. “Have you come to help with repairs, then?” Her bright eyes fell to the witch’s heels. Step two: return to the scene of the crime…in stilettos.

“Maybe, yes — I suppose we could all hope so,” Vivianne shrugged at the mention of it being less bad than Halloween. The other brunette certainly made a point there, were they losing their edge? What was a few destroyed stores, really? She pursed her lips at the notion, lost in thought for a brief moment about the need for chaos that seemed to be raging through her ever since her brothers’ death. Not enough, it was never enough nowadays.

“I was lucky enough to be out of the country, so I managed to avoid the damage,” She added in, head tilted slightly, perfectly polite — but with a vague hint of disinterest, brought on by her racing thoughts. “And you? No injury?” Vivianne added, trying to make up for it, though she wasn’t sure Andromeda was worth it. Still, anything to keep her image and please her parents. “I was looking for Potion supplies, really — but it seems that store has been destroyed too.” Though maybe she could find what she needed in the wreckage, it would certainly help keep her ingredient list on the down low.

#* 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 / interactions.#ft. andromeda tonks.#andromeda 001.

black-heiress:

“Absolutely terrible,” Bellatrix nodded, her soft and sweet tone similar to that of the other witch as she feigned solemnity. Of course awful was far from the way she would actually describe the scene, and she knew the same was true for Vivianne, but they couldn’t give any eavesdroppers or passersby a reason to point fingers in their direction. “It’s good to see you back. I assume your New Year was less… dramatic?” Fun would have been her word of choice there, and likely most people would figure it was just sarcasm, but she opted to err on the side of caution.

“It’s good to be back,” Viv replied, a bit of lightness to her tone instead of the dramatic drawl. She meant it, too. Britain may be dull and gray, at least it held more interesting people. Trips to France were fun every now and then, but too much... niceties were expected of her there. “Less dramatic would certainly be the right phrase. I think the most shocking thing that happened was a socialite having a drink spilled on her dress,” She shook her head slightly. “What about you? Did you happen to witness this... horrible tragedy?”

#* 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 / interactions.#ft. bellatrix black.#bellatrix 001.

marcxmulci:

“I’m fucking broke aren’t I.” He said through a smirk, which wasn’t entirely true, he just had a fairly aggressive dispute with his father over how he spent his money. Marcus’s ‘job’ didn’t exactly pay well. Tilting his head to the side, he sighed heavily, leaning back on the bar stool. “Just had to deal with afew things, meant I missed all the fun. Which reminds me, where the hell were you that you also missed it? I heard it was pretty fuckin’ terrible.”

“Thank Merlin you have a rich friend who’s more than willing to share her drinks. What would become of you without me?” She joked, before eagerly taking her own glass from the bartender as their drinks arrived. The buzz of alcohol in her system always comforted her. “A few things, very vague — definitely need to order a whole bottle for a full story.” At the mention of her missing all the fun, Viv let out a sigh. “Parents wanted to parade me around some ball in France for all the young suitors to see,” She put up her haughty impersonation of them at that. “Not that they’d ever grow the balls to force me into a betrothal.”

#* 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 / interactions.#ft. marcus mulciber.#marcus 001.

marcxmulci:

Mulciber had just returned from a fruitless excursion to the far end of bumfuck nowhere. Apparently, the younger Black son was now a threat, and the dark lord in all his wisdom had chosen Marcus to go and look for Regulus, something he was unable to do successfully. As far as Mulciber was concerned, Regulus was probably dead, shame really, he was the Blacks last hope at restoring their ever dwindling reputation.

“Tell you what, buy me another and I’ll tell you all about it, love.”

“You’re trading drinks for information now? I thought we were better friends than this,” Viv couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the whole thing, and ordered another round for the both of them — she needed the alcohol in her system. “Now, are you going to tell me anything, or do I need to get you absolutely shitfaced before you finally give me some details?”

#* 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 / interactions.#ft. marcus mulciber.#marcus 001.

@morsmordrestarters

There was a vague hint of regret present in Vivianne’s eyes, still sad she’d been out of the country during New Year’s — and therefore missed all of the fun. Still it gave her a vague hint of satisfaction as she felt the crunch of glass under her heels every now and then as she walked through Diagon Alley, though she was careful not to let it show. Stopping in front of a destroyed store, Vivianne surveyed the damage, before slightly tilting her head as she felt someone standing behind her. “Merlin,” she sighed out in honeyed tones, so sweet it was bordering on saccharine — she had her cover to maintain, after all. “So much damage done here, isn’t it just awful?”