jane's mumu for inferihq. / this is not a revolution. muses: molly weasley ii. twenty-three, cis-female, ex-hufflepuff, mad fun, utterly impractical, completely gorgeous and not very good at fighting inferi, but, hey, she's trying. alexandria greengrass. twenty-seven, cis-female, ex-slytherin. member of the executive council. previously a campaign manager, tough as fuck, sporting a cool smirk. brynmor islington. twenty-five, demiguy, muggle. combat medic & mechanic. was working on a zombie film before the outbreak happened, which feels like a bad joke. good with his hands. vivienne chang. twenty-one, cis-female, ex-gryffindor. weapons runner & curse breaker. fast, daring and very ride or die. bad at controlling her emotions. good at fighting.
“Fifth shelf, fifth shelf...” Viv muttered to herself, finally locating the shelf she was looking for and placing down the cricket bat they’d found, slotting it on top of a baseball bat and a fence post. Heading back down to the stash, she dragged the sack towards a trunk filled with smaller items—often smaller goods for professionals later to sort out, generally things that looked like they were used for cooking or healing; whether you were a weapons runner, food runner, or something else, if you could find lightweight things that could save lives, you picked it up—and kneeled down. She was rummaging through the sack for items that belonged when she noticed a shadow falling and the sound of footsteps, and she glanced up. “Oh, hey,” she said easily. “D’you need something from in here?”
Lexi had spent her day checking in with some of the leaders throughout the various Divisions, taking note of inventories and seeing where resources might need distribution. She had been pointed in this direction by one of the leaders of the Division of Forage, who had said some of their runners had recently returned and some might still be around the inventory area if she’d like to see their haul or talk to them. Deciding to take them up on it, Lexi had headed to the inventory for the Forage Division, and was now turning into it. She peered around, spotting someone moving on the other side of the shelving unit.
“Hello,” she began, stepping briskly towards them and glancing around the shelves to see what information she could glean for herself, then back down at her notes, before pausing at the sight of the runner still in the room. Now, there was a familiar face. The absolute faintest glimmer of amusement playing at her lips, Lexi continued, “I was sent here by one of your Division leaders—do you have time to fill me in on your latest run, or do you have somewhere to be?”
“here, try some of this. i promise it’s good.” the boy voiced gently, placing a small piece of lemon meringue pie into a bowl for the person nearby, making sure to add a bit of whipped cream right on top. “but if you don’t like it, it’s all right. just try a little. i think i finally mastered how to make it.” cooking was a lot easier for rhys than baking, so he spent more time practicing on his baking skills — as long as the food supply inventory allowed it. he, of course, didn’t want to waste food, so he had to pick and choose his battles. “i promised one little girl a few days ago that i would bring her some if she did well on her homework.”
molly, who had been perched on a bench top, shot rhys a bright smile at his offering, inching closer towards it. hooking her foot around a nearby stool, she pulled it closer and hopped down from the bench onto it, turning back to face the absolutely delicious looking dish set before her. she glanced at him in disbelief, nose scrunched up at the thought of not liking it—what sort of heathen did he take her for? ‘course she was going to like it. she had the utmost faith in his ability to make a lemon meringue pie, and that was only compounded by his promise of its quality. “i’ll have you know that i love lemon meringue pie,” molly said—it was all the yellow, probably—waving her fork around, “and i’m completely sure that this is going to be perfect.” spearing some of the pie off with her fork, she lifted it delicately to her mouth, careful not to let any fall off—and then all of that went out of her head, because it was so good. sure, part of it was that it had been a while since molly had something so delightful, but it was also just very genuinely tasty, so much so that she moaned around her fork. “rhys!” she exclaimed, looking at him emphatically. “i hope that little girl did well on her homework, because this will probably make her entire life.” was molly weasley a touch dramatic at times? yes. was she speaking hyperbolically right now? as far as she was concerned, absolutely not. “you’re an actual magician,” she said, grinning brightly at him. “i mean, wizard, sure, but this is a completely different kind of magic. do you know how to make treacle tart? i think lily would actually become your personal bodyguard if you could.” molly, personally, couldn’t think of a better personal bodyguard than lily, if one was so inclined.
He was sure he’d heard about it somewhere, smoking being prohibited within the castle walls, but Callum could honestly care less. At the moment, he was handling a rather delicate piece of equipment between nimble fingers. If there was one thing his father had taught him, and done so well, it was that explosions were fun. When they weren’t going off on you. So as the passerby who’d made a comment prattled on about this or that, Callum could only exhale the smoke, taking the cigarette in his hand and holding it by the device. “See these two things, yeah? Don’t belong together. Could cause a nice big bang but this here…” He held up the cigarette. “Helps me focus on this thing.” Holding up the device, his brows furrowed. “Now are you gonna chastise me, or pucker off so I can finish my job?”
“Chastise you, obviously,” Lexi said, arching an eyebrow at him. Pucker off? What exactly did he expect? Rules not to apply to him because he had developed a reliance on nicotine to get his job done? Everyone else managed to pull their weight without expecting a free pass. Lexi had absolutely no problem with people using vices, especially in the interest of concentration or focus—everyone had their demons, especially in a time like this, and knowing how to manage them was a skill which Lexi approved of, not the least because she shared some of her cousin’s less healthy habits on that front—but there were ways to do it without being a dick. “If you have to smoke to do your job properly, then go do your job properly in the courtyard or on the grounds. You know, all of those places that aren’t enclosed spaces filled with children and people recovering from injuries.” Not to mention a significant percentage of all of the survivors in the UK. Wouldn’t that be something—they actually manage to fix this Inferi fiasco that the Death Eaters had gotten them stuck in, only for everyone to end up permanently sick from living in their safe shelter full of smoke. There also seemed to be a possibility of a lack of safety consideration involved with the use of a cigarette in close proximity to an explosive device, but Lexi cared less about that—normally, people who specialised in something knew what they could get away with. What she did care about was that expertise being used as an excuse for behaviour that inconvenienced others in the castle for no reason other than being inconsiderate.
❧ i am the daughter of a wolf — you do not command me ❧
MILASLAVA DOLOHOV really is the spitting image of LAURA HARRIER, right? For someone only TWENTY years old, MILA has been forced to endure so much. Yeah, that PUREBLOOD has been scraping by at the sanctuary since MARCH, 2029, working as a POTIONEER in the DIVISION OF RESEARCH. SHE identifies as CIS-FEMALE and is known to be ACERBIC and HAUGHTY but also SELF-POSSESSED and ASTUTE. Best of luck surviving through this. ⊰ JANE, TWENTY-ONE, NZT, SHE/HER ⊱
her pinterest ( same deal as the others’ ! )
ABOUT A WOLF.
before the outbreak !
hello welcome to mila aka the height of naughtiness!!
[ sibling death tw ] mila is the fourth-born out of five siblings; the grandchildren to antonin dolohov, they are:
lyonechka, the eldest daughter. would be thirty if she was alive. attended durmstrang, was a death eater. died. even more naughty than mila.
maksimilian, the son and heir. twenty-eight. vero and mila got separated from him, and are working under the assumption that he’s likely dead, but his status does remain unknown. ( connection opportunity! pls! bring us another character to be the height of naughtiness! ) death eater, also attended durmstrang.
verochka, middle child. twenty-three. attended durmstrang for a bit, transferred to hogwarts when the family moved, was a hufflepuff. arrived at hogwarts with mila.
milaslava, fourth-born. the family moved before she started schooling, and so only ever attended hogwarts. she was a slytherin.
marlen, the youngest, amab. they would be nineteen if they were alive/was nineteen when they died. was bitten and turned; was killed by vero to save maks in february, 2029. [ end sibling death tw ]
mila spent her childhood primarily in bulgaria, where her parents moved shortly after marriage. they’d met in durmstrang, decided to get hitched and moved to bulgaria, primarily so anastasiya could work in the bulgarian ministry, where she’d been offered a posting in their department of mysteries, but also because the small business market for wixen had much more potential
kazimir, mila’s father and son to antonin dolohov, opened a boutique for wixen clothing, and soon became well-known, both for his impeccable enchantments and his exquisite designs and construction
sometimes he crafted sartorial items of death for death eater-esque shenanigans, such as robes which would choke their owner or slowly sap their health, but by and large, he just created high-end exquisite fashion goods
lyonechka and maks attended durmstrang right through, but when mila was ten, the family relocated to the uk, with kazimir opening another boutique which was immensely popular with the more elite and fashion-focused of consumers, and anastasiya retaining her position with the bulgarian ministry, taking on the primary responsibilities of an ambassador yet remaining engaged with their department of mysteries. young mila knew and cared very little about the intricacies of her mother’s job, which suited anastasiya just fine, given the inherently secretive nature
vero had to transfer, but mila only ever attended hogwarts. upon her arrival, she was sorted into slytherin. her elder sibling vero had ended up in hufflepuff, which was perhaps startling to some of the other students and staff, given their values, but mila slotted into slytherin fairly easily. the most glaring between her and her peers, really, was her accent
sharp, haughty, the granddaughter of a famous death eater and with the same familial values, mila wasn’t the most well-received member of her year group, which suited her just fine. the wolf does not concern itself with the opinions of sheep, after all.
she’s just!!! she’s bad!
when the death eaters started reforming, her parents and her two eldest siblings both went in — her parents on the higher end of the ranks, thanks to antonin and their teamwork, and her siblings a bit lower
within the context of her parents, her father’s the subtle one — enchantments and subtleties are more his point of expertise, particularly to do with weaving magic, whereas anastasiya has always been the more physically dangerous one. together, they’re an effective and deadly combination
anyway at hogwarts, she was a prefect, which, honestly, she had a supreme disinterest in guiding people and whatnot, but certainly no qualms about asserting a cool authority ( perhaps surprisingly, never actually abused that role—she was at times unengaged with the responsibility, at least in terms of facilitating support for younger students, but she was never actively bad with it )
did quite well academically; excelled especially in potions, always enjoyed transfiguration and ancient runes. would have rather burned her entire wardrobe than take muggle studies or care of magical creatures ( theoretically, magical creatures are interesting. practical care? less interested ). love/hate relationship with divination — again, theoretically very interesting, though often frustrating in practice. she did it throughout all of hogwarts because she wasn’t the type to give up, but there was a severe dissonance between divination theory and what the class practiced, which was a shame because the potential of divination is something she finds interesting
post-hogwarts, honestly did very little. why work when your father is kazimir dolohov, famed designer and clothing creator? she did keep up with potioneering, often brewing potions for her family and few others she valued
the outbreak !
if anyone had asked mila what her reaction to her grandfather, parents and two eldest siblings being involved with raising the inferi (albeit accidentally), her response would have been a rather dry “what a shock”
honestly, she was just... so unsurprised that they were involved
[ death tw ] lyonechka actually died in the initial raising of the inferi, and some time later, the remaining siblings witnessed their mother — the most dangerous witch they knew, though mila does not doubt that there are more dangerous wixen still out there — fall prey to a horde of inferi. this has shaken mila’s dedicated familial faith somewhat, but nothing quite so much as the circumstances of marlen’s death.
the four remaining siblings had been travelling, some time after viewing the death of anastasiya and being separated from kazimir, when it happened. mila noticed marlen had been acting a bit strangely all day, feeling sick, and then suddenly they were rushing at maksimilian. it’s not a connection mila makes lightly, but she has always been one to explore all of the logical options, and a situation where one sibling is rushing straight towards another was a type of trigger for that thought process. “did anyone check him for bites?” she asks, somewhere between panicked, reluctant, and an afterthought, and that’s when all chaos breaks loose. in the end, it’s vero who does it. maks is too busy trying to put literally anything between himself and marlen that he can—there are only seconds in which to act—mila’s standing back, thinking about her question, unable to marry it with the vision of her little sibling going at their brother—and vero, all emotion and battle instinct and fire in a fight, makes the move that saves one sibling and kills the other. [ end death tw ]
( sometimes, mila thinks she regrets it. sorry maks. logically, she is very aware that it was a murderous corpse and wasn’t her little sibling anymore, and that’s likely how she’d frame it if asked, but marlen had always been closest to her age, and she’s the one who said the damning sentence. logically, she’s aware that had they killed maks, they would have gone after her and vero next, and either one of them would have had to kill marlen anyway or they would have both been dead. emotionally, she said the sentence that sent her closest sibling to their grave, because already dead as they may have been, that’s not how they seemed to her. logically, regret isn’t on the table. but being angry and upset with what happened is on the table, and sometimes that tastes bitter enough to be regret just the same. she’s largely repressed her thoughts and feelings on the matter, but she will have to address them at some point. )
following the incident, mila’s pride and faith were shaken more than ever, though the last straw was when they were separated from maks
it had been maks’ idea to keep going after the marlen incident, and after they were separated in a skirmish in a village, vero and mila decided to finally swallow their pride for a moment and head to the castle
they’ve just arrived, three months after the december debacle with the wedding and break-in; their grandfather, antonin, is still in captivity, but their father, kazimir, escaped with most of the other high-ranking death eaters augustus freed. maksimilian’s status is still unknown by vero and mila ( but he’s absolutely available to play if anyone wants! ) and they had no idea about what had gone down at the castle before they arrived, but who knows? there’re probably some people who don’t believe that, and honestly, mila’s probably never given them a reason not to believe that. so draggable, god.
misc !
that pin about being a bitch but guys still being boring adidas sandals?? mila af
tbh i’m not sure that she’d have ever actually become a death eater, probably only like a narcissa-esque figure but like... that’s still not good!!! not off the hook!!! still believes shitty things and catch me and mar dragging her and vero in chat tbh!!!
she is loyal, i’ll give her that, like ride or die, but that’s selective af and also you would never catch her saying the words ‘ride or die’
she’s also really selfish in general tbh. like girl would absolutely have let marlen run around in their inferius form if the rest of the fam weren’t in danger, bc she’d rather lose innocent strangers than her sibling, even a sibling who wasn’t really a sibling anymore but technically just a murderous, reanimated corpse
that gif at the top there is honestly probably her reaction to anyone implying the dolohovs are not the best
would generally rather get someone else to do something for her than do it herself
would rather hang out with a well-dressed fifty year old man than someone her age dressed like a slob
bisexual but thinks girls are better ( not even particularly as a romantic or sexual preference, just as a general opinion tbh )
not a team player
silk, roses and champagne??? an expectation for every night prior to the outbreak tbh
i feel like i’ve forgotten a bunch of things and also provided super unnecessary information but ??? i’m fucking exhausted so this is what we’re going with tonight
“what the hell happened to your face?“” ( lexi - okay ngl the first time i saw this i immediately thought of the wotter tattoos LMAO but i also just figured there are actual valid reasons for a question like this )
“Molly Weasley happened to my face.” Scor spat as menacingly as he could with various Wotters inked across every patch of visible skin. So not very. The devil herself grinned from his left cheekbone, blonde curls bursting across his jaw. The glamour charms had worn off again. “Hypothetically if there was some sort of flaying curse and we immediately submerged me in a vat of dittany…”
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