Walden Macnair

[walden-macnair]

Biography can be found here. Wanted connections can be found here.

[walden-macnair]

s-lowe​:

Sinistra made a face at Walden, her eyes dancing between him and the bouquet in his hands. “I hope those aren’t for your wife.” She commented, taking a step closer to better inspect the flowers. There were far too many lilies in the bouquet to be something to bring to a loved one, along with chrysanthemums? “These are flowers you bring to a funeral, everybody knows that.” Sinistra said matter-of-factly, arms folding over her chest, “Hope you can return them, Alecto certainly won’t be happy. A bouquet of red roses would have been a simpler option.”

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“The manor,” He murmured. “We’ve been cycling through —” It wasn’t any of Sinistra’s business as it was but the rest of the thought was lost to the comment about roses. “Those are far too simple,” He scoffed. “One or two would be sufficient but a whole bouquet is overkill. Besides, the chrysanthemums are a sign of good well-being.”

[walden-macnair]

yourstrulyrita​:

Rita looked down to see what he was drinking and that’s when she saw the ring and remembered that she was upset with him. “Oh, so you are suddenly interested about me, huh?” She then asked, rasing a brow. “I don’t want to talk to you tonight, you are an ass and a horrible friend to me. So go find your wife and leave me alone” she said before turning her head and faced to the front, looking at the bartender who quickly came back with her drink. Admittedly, it looked very promising. 

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“Admittedly well deserved,” Walden grimaced. He should have said something about having married Alecto but it was easiest to simply keep quiet and have minimal shame in showing off his wedding band. “An ass for certain, but please tell me you at least heard it from Alecto. I had planned to...” He trailed off and made a face. “This is going to turn into slandering me in the paper is it?”

[ofxalicex]

Where: Alecto’s Flat

When: 23rd April, Early Evening

Who: Alecto, Walden, Rodolphus, and Bellatrix 

Alecto was really starting to wonder if she’d made the mistake by suggesting they broke the announcement of their engagement to the Lestranges over dinner. It had been her way of protecting Walden. She was sure that between herself, and Rodolphus they could hold back Bellatrix. Although, she was sure about her friend was going to rage regardless. But she was hoping that her flat was going to survive. Although, she wasn’t going to need it for much longer. Once she began Mrs Macnair she’d have a big manor to roam around in. If they made it to the wedding anyway. 

“I hope this works out well…” She murmured, offering a glass of red wine that she’d poured for them as a bit of liquid confidence. She bit her lip, as she looked at him. “Because it would be rather unfortunate for my best friend to kill you before the wedding.” She mused, shaking her head. “I told them to come for about 8….. so they should be here soon.”

@walden-macnair @mrlestrange @lestrange-one

[walden-macnair]

Walden wasn't easy to scare and had taken pride in being one of the ‘capable’ death eaters before the war’s end. There were few things that unnerved him but Bellatrix Lestrange had become the most recent addition to the particularly short list. He still wasn’t certain if he was joking or not in having asked if knives would need to be removed from the cutlery for the evening.

“As do I,” Walden exhaled and accepted the glass of wine. Liquid courage would likely do little in easing his nerves. At the very least, it would leave him holding his tongue instead of immediately reacting if something unsavory got said. “I can give some grace since it is warranted given the situation but her approach in slinging insults has been… undesirable at best as of recent.”

@mrlestrange​ @lestrange-one​

[walden-macnair]

Walden & Open Diagon Alley

“You know, it’s rude to stare,” Walden murmured. Carrying flowers was not something he was regularly in the habit of doing but the bouquet had caught his attention and he figured it wouldn’t hurt to throw the small gesture in his wife’s direction once home. “I was gone what- a week, if that? Would have extended staying home a little longer if work hadn’t thrown my assignments at a completely incompetent sod.”

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[yourstrulyrita]

open starter

where: ministry gala

Rita had been sweet talking one of the bartenders, her slender body leaned agaist the bar, displaying her cleavage and pretending to find everything he was saying so amusing, just for the sake of a bit of information. “You are so funny” she smiled, that fake but convincing smile. “And I’ll take you up on that drink, handsome” she purred before watching the man leave to prepare her drink. It was then when she noticed someone looking at her. “What? Don’t look at me like that… he was funny… or sort of” she hummed softly.

[walden-macnair]

“That smile doesn’t fool me,” Walden chuckled. It might have early on into their friendship but he had reached a point of recognizing most of her expressions. “Now what were you trying to get out of him? Can’t have been anything interesting with how quick you were to call my look out.”

[marlsmcks]

“You know I think you look like an old room mate from the back of your head.  I was about to pull on that lovely silk robe and then I stopped myself like a proper lady.” A grin fell over her lip as she sought conversation where she could find it. “And I’m sure you should be thanking me for that.”

 Marlene needed to talk, needed to be busy. Nights like these were difficult. She knew her family was probably somewhere in the room. She knew her mother was probably sat at some table thinking how radiant her oldest would have looked, thinking how her oldest would have thrived and made conversation and connection. Her brother was probably in deep debate like their father. Wherever they were, they were thinking of Carys - not Marlene. “But to be fair, darling,” back to rambling with drunken delight, “you really do look quite a lot a like.”

where: ministry gala

[walden-macnair]

“Thank Salazar you didn’t,” Walden shrugged. “Can’t say my wife would have appreciated that.” Admittedly, he had yet to see Alecto get properly jealous but he was still appreciating being able to refer to her as his wife so any excuse to bring that up was one he was willing to take.

“I can’t tell if you are being sarcastic or not,” He added with a shake of his head. “But either way, I am feeling charitable enough to accept it as a compliment.

[walden-macnair]

[walden-macnair]

Walden & Open Ministry Spring Gala

The only thought on Walden’s mind for the evening was the regret of not having brought a flask or downed a few drinks before attending the gala. Truth be told, he would have preferred being home in significantly less layers than he was wearing for the evening. A drink in one hand, book in the other, and just Alecto as company - an ideal he would have all too happily accepted over being stuck in the atrium with coworkers he had nothing in common with.

Luck wasn’t on his side though - more like his having agreed to go long enough to be seen - so he was stuck lazily looking over the group of people in attendance. He could force pleasantries but keeping a neutral expression over his features was proving to be a challenge. It was all too easy to slip back into the look of displeasure at being surrounded by people he wanted nothing to do with.

A drink proved necessary but he quickly regretted the decision. Nothing up to his standards. It wasn’t all that surprising but he would have hoped the Ministry would have provided something stronger since they willingly decided to have the community under one roof. “I wouldn’t bother,” He sighed when someone neared the table he had snagged his glass from. “They’ve got the cheap stuff out.”

[yourstrulyrita]

Open starter

Where: The Daily Prophet, Rita’s office

Being who she was came with certain privileges, not that it has always been like that, but it was now and that was what mattered. Rita prefered to work at home, there was something about this place that it was rather unsettling, very noisy and people were either very judgemental or too friendly. But this particular day, Rita had to come to the office for some pointless meeting. 

A cup with her favorite tea was resting next to her as she typed quickly on her typewriter. She was in the middle of an inspiration streak until that was interrupted by the door opening. She continued writing until she finished the sentence and only then she looked up and through her glasses. “Oh boy…” she mused as she took her cup of tea and sipped it, her eyes fixed on them.

[walden-macnair]

“At least I knocked,” Walden chuckled. He wasn’t usually one for showing up at Rita’s place of work but there was an important piece of business to get handled and she was the only staff member he could trust with making sure the news wasn’t properly buried or written in a way that would turn into his scoffing at it and regretting to go to the paper altogether.

“Do you have time for me to call in a personal favor?” He cocked his head to the side then raised an eyebrow at her. “There’s a wedding in the works with the engagement not having hit the news.” He waved a hand dismissively. “Nothing over the top but they’d prefer not seeing it get covered by the classifieds section.”

[feionaapple]

[walden-macnair]

Walden & @mrlestrange​ Rodolphus’ office

The knock on the door had been quick, with Walden entering once given the go ahead. He hated taking on the role of messenger but the memo was something that was best handled in person than sent via scrawled note. “My apologies for the disruption,” He sighed then set a piece of parchment down on Rodolphus’ desk.

“Your name popped up in one of my client’s alibis,” It was a particularly odd way of describing the people he came across at his job but he was at the Ministry so that meant needing to seem professional. Client was a far nicer word than the ones that had gone through his mind upon reading into things. “Said they were with you the entire day the German task force claims to have apprehended an individual that looks like them. Muggleborn.” The word was accompanied by a scoff. “Unfortunately your initials and signature are required confirm or deny that as fact, leaving me with no choice but to have to inconvenience both of us by checking in on the matter.” There was a brief pause where he cautiously eyed Rodolphus. “Unless you would prefer having to state it in front of me and the German Wizarding Congress during the gentleman’s hearing.”

[walden-macnair]

Walden & @ofxcarrowsx​ Seaside, Kent

Walden wasn’t one for half-assing anything. That notion left him hesitant in regards to announcing the betrothal between him and Alecto. Although it was a mutual agreement between the two, he wasn’t about to have her parents be the ones to make things known. Instead, he had opted for doing things the “proper” way. Purchasing a ring, asking her father for her hand in marriage, and setting aside a time for an intimate dinner by the ocean.

It was a bit much in his opinion but he was still set on proving he was serious about things even though he was aware their agreement meant he didn’t need to try as hard. It wasn’t even a matter of trying at this point - simply his appreciating being able to make Alecto laugh or crack a smile. He felt most at ease when with her. A rather impressive feat if he was being honest since two and a half decades were spent trying to shut people out.

“You are gorgeous, you know that?” He asked and reached forward to take hold of Alecto’s hand. He said it all too often but it was true. They were several paces away from the restaurant they had just finished dining in. It still didn’t feel like the most ideal location but it would have to do since the other options would have involved being too close to wandering muggle eyes.

[walden-macnair]

Walden & Open The Leaky Cauldron

“If I wanted small talk, I would have accepted the dinner invite from the man who managed my estate before I was of age,” Walden grimaced then took a long sip of whiskey. “I would apologize for being blunt but you didn’t take the hint of the disinterested look and moment of silence.” It truly should have been enough and frankly, he wasn’t in the mood for dealing with anyone. Alecto was an exception but he wasn’t willing to take his bad mood back home with him or to her.

[walden-macnair]

🍻- For something bad/mischievous you did as a child or teen that your parents don’t know about

"I think ‘my entire existence’ sums my answer up nicely," He scoffs. "Being orphaned at age eleven has given me too many things that could be said.”

[walden-macnair]

lestrange-one​:

Bellatrix watched as Walden’s fingertips traced his chin and the hair that lay on it, as though looking for whatever it was had made him attractive enough in Alecto’s eyes to steal her away. She didn’t see it, but that wasn’t shocking. Her attraction to Rodolphus and Alecto, while she could admit that they were visually appealing, had only grown with the chemistry and respect they shared with one another. And of course that meant she understood that the desire to spend your life tied to another person could come from more than looks, but she was sure her best friend wouldn’t settle for somebody she found repulsive. Not when she had a choice. “You are at least capable of making some good decisions then.” He was certainly not the worst pick, but that didn’t mean she was happy about it.

Small talk? He was certainly brave, or at the very least persistent. Most people would have given up and accepted their place on the long list of people that Bellatrix Lestrange barely seemed to tolerate. Better than being on her personal hit list. Once upon a time that had been a death sentence. “Nothing new to note,” She answered vaguely, “Still at the ministry. Rodolphus is still working with the charities, trying to make this new world better for everybody.” Walden was surely aware that the clipped tone such news was delivered in was practised repression of her real views. “Do you have anything more interesting to tell me Macnair?” That would surely be interesting to answer in itself.

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“You’re not the first to say that,” He admitted with a chuckle. His position at the Ministry had proven of use to him since the connections he made during the war had proven of use to others. There were a few cases that he weighed in on with a strong enough opinion to sway things into a positive outcome.

“Of course,” He nodded. The answer was vague but not vague enough to earn his suspicions. “I suppose the same can be said for me. Still at the Ministry, still donating to the occasional worthy cause. I presume you know how that goes,” It was for appearance’s sake and to keep the man that had maintained the estate until he was of age from harping him. “Nothing truly of note with me.” Walden shook his head. “Unless growing bored with the Ministry counts.”