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「 Clementina Altair 」Vampiress ♥ Roman ♥ Collector and Thief
2,195 yrs old
Vampire
Unemployed
Single
Clementina believed, in every respect, that the violin was a rare delight to come from human existence. She loved to play her favorite classical pieces on the living room record player. The Victrola was an antique piece she had come across in the 1940s, and, while she was usually territorial with her items, she didn't mind sharing this one. It sat in the Altair parlour and was always playing a record of Clem's favorites. Some days it was Bowie, and other days it was Bach. "Oh, I adore this song," She commented, peering at her crowded shelf of records with her left hand and holding a half full, red-stained tea cup with the right. She waited for her favorite section in the track to pass before drawing out the conversation, so it could be enjoyed to its fullest potential. "Who are your favorite artists? I probably have them here."
Message Me • 03:36, 11 August 2021 (UTC)
「 Florence Lestrange 」Quidditch Coach • Sacred 28
34 y/o
Witch
Coach
Single
Florence was somewhat use to being a vampire now. Time seemed to pass quicker and slower at the same time. In truth, she felt like she was turned only a month or so ago but every time she looked at the date, another few months had passed. The manor seemed like another world, separate from the outside. It was strange. New, but strange. She'd never been this peaceful. She'd expected it to be the opposite, but she found the group a bunch of oddballs but there was some strange dynamic that worked between them all. Maybe it was spending all her time with Clem, who she had already met here and there previously that it wasn't hard for Flo to fall into it all. "I certainly didn't expect you to know anyone as modern as Bowie," Florence said with a small laugh as the music ticked over each other. "Or even Bach. Did Constantin sleep with him too?" She asked and barely a moment passed before a peace of paper was thrown into the room. Picking it up, Flo hummed. "Apparently, he rejected Bach." Constant was, definitely, the one who got rejected. Tossing it into the fire across the room, with deadly precision. Her time as a quidditch player and vampire skills was a surprisingly good mix. "Queen, I've always had a soft spot for queen. From that era at least. Whitney Houston, Aretha Franklin."
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「 Clementina Altair 」Vampiress ♥ Roman ♥ Collector and Thief
2,195 yrs old
Vampire
Unemployed
Single
"Of course I listen to Bowie," she said rather matter-of-factly. "He was a friend too, actually. We go way back... and I have no clue why you might think otherwise of me and my tastes." Clem would defend herself as 'rather cool and modern,' even while dressed in a dress that resembled the fashion trends of the early 1800s. She flit her head toward the doorway when hearing the paper fly in, and half-chuckled at Constantin's response. "He is a liar and we both know it." She hadn't raised her voice, but there was a small bite in her retort because she knew he would hear her anyway. There was no privacy in this home. She went back to staring at the alphabetically-organized shelf, searching for any of Florence's favorites. "Voila." She beamed at the sight of the A Night at the Opera album. She held it firmly while displaying. "I forgot how fond of this album I am. And Queen."
Message Me • 06:22, 11 August 2021 (UTC)
「 Florence Lestrange 」Quidditch Coach • Sacred 28
34 y/o
Witch
Coach
Single
Florence wondered, for a moment, if this was going to be her in a hundred years or so. Name dropping people from days of the distant past. Eden, for one, maybe even Luka. It was strange to think that one day, both her sister's would most likely be just that–a distant memory. She suddenly understood why so many of the other vampires were so stubborn in letting go of their time period. The dresses, the language, the religions. With everything else having gone and changed, it made sense that anyone would try and keep a hold of something familiar. Florence could already see herself falling into the same niche. Florence's lips tugged upwards as the ceiling above them thumped, dust trailing down. "There really is no privacy here, huh?" Not that she'd ever been desperate for privacy. Two younger sisters proved difficult for that. However, she always forgot that the person on the other side of the house could hear her most quiet of conversations. "You...have an impressive collection," she said, finally getting off her feet to 'zoom' over to Clem's side to get a better look. "How long have you been? Collecting, that is."
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「 Clementina Altair 」Vampiress ♥ Roman ♥ Collector and Thief
2,195 yrs old
Vampire
Unemployed
Single
Clem's newly-transitioned period differed from Florence's and other vampires in many ways because there were few people she had feared losing. She never felt disheartened or envious of the person she once was. For all that it mattered, her first family had been the Altairs, and she felt very little empathy towards the husband, father, and siblings she had left behind once long ago. The only three names of her past that remained clung to her heart were Aurelia, Marcella, and Titus. Their mother, however, as she told herself, had been Clementina Vitellia, a young, naive, Roman mortal. "Hardly." she smirked, rolling her eyes at Constantin's noise-making. "If you're keeping any secrets, best not to share them here. Or we'll all learn them." She moved away from the shelf so Florence could get a better view and to switch out the record, taking the compliment with genuine gratitude. She liked when her life's worth of collections were admired almost as much as she liked admiring them. "Collecting records? Or collecting in general? I've probably had a record since the year they were created. I've always been a collector, though. I like buying and having. Money, perhaps, has never directly bought me happiness, but it has provided things to me that make me happy."
Message Me • 04:12, 13 August 2021 (UTC)
「 Florence Lestrange 」Quidditch Coach • Sacred 28
34 y/o
Witch
Coach
Single
"Well, there goes my plan to tell you I'm secretly batman," Florence joked as she flicked through the collection. She paused, realising the question was a bit redundant. Of course Clem collected vinyls, she collected everything. All she has to do is glance in the direction of Clem's quarters to be reminded of this. She was like the stereotypical dragon, hiding away with mountains and mountains of gold. "Money can't make you happy, but it can certainly open the pathway to be happy," she murmured as she pulled out another vinyl that she recognised. "Prince," she said in an approving tone, before sliding it back in. "Buying and having...anything?" No, Florence wasn't going to judge or criticise her for any hoarding tendencies. However, over centuries? She could only imagine what ancient treasure Clem might have lying around.
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「 Clementina Altair 」Vampiress ♥ Roman ♥ Collector and Thief
2,195 yrs old
Vampire
Unemployed
Single
"Oh, was that a secret?" She smiled, playing along with Florence's joke. The music that had been playing in the background went silent, which soon followed with the distinctive intro from "Death on Two Legs". She strolled back over to Florence, watching her look through the different albums. "Anything that appeals to my eye," she admitted with ease. Clementina did not hold any guilt or shame towards her 'collecting' tendencies. She often considered herself the most qualified caretaker of most of the items she owned, which led to mistrust of the idea of giving any of it away or even offering to borrow. "If you believe that my accumulation of records is extensive, then I would love to show you all the jewelry I own. And Art." A lot of Clem's favorite fine art pieces hung around the house, but there was never enough wall space it all.
Message Me • 04:06, 16 August 2021 (UTC)
Constantin is going to need a funeral[]
Eyes like sinking ships on waters so inviting I almost jump in.
[ AGE ] 20 y/o. [ SPECIES ] Witch.
[ CAREER ] Editor. [ RELATIONSHIP ] Single.
Luka knew this was a terribly reckless idea. She also knew Eden was going to kick her out the moment she heard about this so Luka was putting her bets on actually pulling this off. Maybe that could damper the whole situation of Luka going out on a limb like this. It was, of course, completely out of character for Luka to do this. Usually, she sticks by the books and this definitely wasn't part of the books. However, she couldn't help anyone sitting in a hospital so off she went. As long as Avery stayed safe then this should be fine. She'd made an illegal portkey so if anything went extremely wrong, she was sending Avery straight to her apartment. Preferably with a very much alive Florence. Also with her but push comes to shove, it's the two of them going before her. Right now, they were on the edge, and staring at the manor, looking at a vampire speeding around the garden under an umbrella. They were considerably far away and they were using an omnioculars to watch. "Do you think she's become their dinner?" She asked. "I'm assuming this is some vampire lair. Maybe they turned her?" Vampires would have only two interest in someone. Dinner or conversion. "I don't think she won't over for tea. Why is she watering plants in the sun? Don't they have jewellery to protect them? If not-why doesn't she wait for sunset? It doesn't make sense."
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「 Avery Catley 」ravenclaw, seventh year • light nymph
17 y/o
Part-Nymph
Hogwarts Student
Dating Luka (?)
Avery shouldn't be here. She only has one leg, for Christ's sake; she has no business getting involved in another family's drama — except the family in question is Luka's. If something were to happen to Luka, Avery would become a self-pitying mess of tears and snot, so it's really for the best that she risk her life by coming to who even knows where. Luka hasn't told her anything at all, and it doesn't even occur to her until they reach the gates of a familiar manor. She's seen it somewhere. It's some big family's place... but where did she see it? History books, maybe? "Where are..." Avery pauses as it clicks. Her eyes widen and she turns her head, looking at her girlfriend a little panicked. And there's the confirmation, too. That timing, honestly — chef's kiss. "You brought us to a vampire lair... with your motorbike, that's noisier than Vinnie's snores?! Are you crazy, Luka?" she hisses. "I know I said I had a mean right hook, but aren't vampires literally invincible? Why didn't you call the aurors?!"
Message Me • 21:10, 3 February 2021 (UTC)
Eyes like sinking ships on waters so inviting I almost jump in.
[ AGE ] 20 y/o. [ SPECIES ] Witch.
[ CAREER ] Editor. [ RELATIONSHIP ] Single.
"Didn't I just say I assumed? I didn't plan for this," She hissed back, pulling the tool away so she could glare over at her girlfriend who really shouldn't be here. Avery was right in that regard. Luka, on the other hand, had a good memory but she'd never done a lot of research on vampires. This, mind you, was going to change the moment Luka had an ounce of free time. "And they're near a high way, Avery, Wales isn't that small. You can only be so separate from society on this island. I'm sure they hear vehicles all the time. And we're still out of earshot for them. I did read about that for an extra assignment for Deonte back in the day. That vampire hasn't exactly reacted to us. All we need to do is placate them, freeze them and get Florence out." Or whatever is left of her. "Then we get out. And I didn't call the aurors because I...I didn't know if the tracker was working. It was acting up, going in and out. I didn't want to make them go all the way out to nowhere and it be a false lead. As I said, I couldn't just stay in the hospital. I couldn't help anyone there. You can go back if you really want."
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「 Avery Catley 」ravenclaw, seventh year • light nymph
17 y/o
Part-Nymph
Hogwarts Student
Dating Luka (?)
It's taking a lot of self-control to not immediately pinch Luka's arm. She should've planned better, and Avery shouldn't anticipated this in turn. They both should have handled things differently. (Who would have thought she'd be the more street smart, responsible gilfriend? What a plot twist.) Instead, she digs her hands into her pockets, fishing out her phone. The signal is dodgy, but Avery has the auror department's number saved at the behest of her aunt and she's willing to dial them as many times as she has to until the call is patched through. "You're unbelievable," she hisses over the phone, shaking her head at Luka. "If I die, I'm going to haunt your ass. Of course I'm not going to go back. Are you crazy? And leave you to haunt me until I die? No, thank you. We're calling the aurors. If it's a false lead, it's a false lead, but we're not going in there without proper backup. I'm a dropout, Luks. A dropout!" All this whisper-shouting is either giving her a headache or making her blood pressure go up. One or the other. She feels hot and her head feels heavy, and it is definitely not adrenaline. "Vampires are fast and strong. Both! They'll eat us for lunch and we won't even know it!" At this rate, she's gonna have a blown aneurysm or a myocardial infarction. One or the other.
Message Me • 04:42, 4 February 2021 (UTC)
Eyes like sinking ships on waters so inviting I almost jump in.
[ AGE ] 20 y/o. [ SPECIES ] Witch.
[ CAREER ] Editor. [ RELATIONSHIP ] Single.
Maybe Luka should have planned better but she didn't really think she had a lot of time. For all Luka knew, Florence was on limited time. Luka wasn't going to busy herself in planning and then turn up with Florence long dead. "I'm not going to die," she said. Avery might. Then she went back to watching the manor. "And we have a secret weapon. You're part-nymph, you can blind them if all else fails and we can take them down then. We just need to separate them. We have a chance one on one and I know they're fast and strong. That doesn't mean they are god. And being a drop out is a personal choice. I told you I am willing to do your exams and everything. You could have graduated with great grades." She was only half paying attention to Avery at this point, a curtain was being moved and she was trying to see in it. "Avery, can you calm down? You're leading yourself into a panic attack and that really will attract them to us. We're not going to die, I didn't come in completely unprepared. And-wait, why do you think being a drop out matters? You're a good witch." Luka paused before turning to stare over at Avery. "Don't call the aurors," she hissed, "we don't start a bloody war here. We don't know how many vampires there are. It could be a blood bath."
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「 Avery Catley 」ravenclaw, seventh year • light nymph
17 y/o
Part-Nymph
Hogwarts Student
Dating Luka (?)
That is true. Avery purses her lips, tipping her head and lifting her eyebrows in a guess you're right kind of way. She doesn't feel comfortable with this pseudo-plan anyways, though, so she still calls ahead and — thank fuck. "Hi! I have no idea where I am and you'll probably have to track this phone, but I'm with my girlfriend, Luka Belfrey — the Chief Warlock's sister, yes — and we think we found Florence Lestrange. We're at a creepy manor and my girlfriend is claiming this is a vampire lair, so like — mind sending some — oh, what?" Avery's brow furrows. She turns to Luka, gesturing for her to be quiet while she tends to the phone. "What do you m — oh, my God, wolf!" Avery almost screams, but curves herself in time by biting her tongue harshly. Her mouth is filled with a metallic taste immmediately, and she winces. The dispatcher she's on the phone with can still be heard talking, but Avery is too busy making eye contact with a wolf to be paying attention. "Lu — Lu —" Shit, where's her voice? Avery reaches besides her blindly, slapping her girlfriend's arm several times. "Dog. Big dog. Good dog. Sit, dog."
Message Me • 05:48, 4 February 2021 (UTC)
「 Octavia Boleyn 」graduated hufflepuff • intelligence officer
It had taken a lot of sniffing and running, but Octavia had finally managed to hunt down the couple after catching onto Luka's trail at her sister's place. It had been hard, but she'd gotten the job done, and frankly, sloppy as the work was, she's just grateful she's alive. Drew won't have to deliver even more bad news! (Because she would definitely not have been the one to tell the Chief Warlock both her sisters were dead. Sounds like a very 'boss' thing to do.) Octavia's tired and irrtated with the reckless duo, and it's written all over her face when she shifts back shortly after Avery's (weak) command. "Wolf, actually. No, not the same, and I'd appreciate it if you kept that in mind," she informs them, tone clipped. She turns her head towards Luka, and there's some relief in her eyes. "Belfrey. You seem okay," she continues. "Care to explain why you decided leaving without telling anyone while your sister is missing was a good idea?"
Message Me • 05:48, 4 February 2021 (UTC)
Eyes like sinking ships on waters so inviting I almost jump in.
[ AGE ] 20 y/o. [ SPECIES ] Witch.
[ CAREER ] Editor. [ RELATIONSHIP ] Single.
Luka whipped her head around to stare at the wolf, her wand slipping out of her sleeve and into her hand. She'd built a small contraption in there...like spiderman's web but it was a wand dispenser. Automatically, she climbed onto her feet and moved in front of Avery. However, she did know the difference between a dog and a wolf. She also knew wolves were largely rare in England after Henry the seventh's reign. "She's a drop out," she stated, as if that suddenly explained everything and that was the reason why she said something so...Luka assumed insulting. The girl didn't seem to impressed when she morphed into a human. "Because I know where my sister is." She recognised her-she was an auror. Luka...might have researched all possible aurors that might have been assigned the case. Octavia Boleyn. Lady. Whatever. Also-they had brushed shoulders before. "I'm fine, of course I am. And I did tell someone. Unfortunately that someone decided to tag along." Moot point. "I found a lead to Florence, I went and checked it out....she's in there. Can't tell you which floor. Vampires from what we can tell...you wouldn't know of any nearby vampire clans?"
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「 Octavia Boleyn 」graduated hufflepuff • intelligence officer
Octavia isn't impressed with Avery, and to be frank, the dropout is lucky Drew is her boss because if it had been anyone else, she might just risk it all to take her second leg for that ridiculous order. She side-eyes Avery and shakes her head, but the mention of Florence is quick to catch Octavia's attention. Her head snaps back to Luka and her eyes narrow. "How do you know she's in there with certainty?" she queries, suspicious of the girl. Drew's words ring clear in her head: she'd be an asset to the auror department. Well, Drew is right. Doesn't surprise Octavia. "Have you made contact or did you only track her down?" She looks up, squinting a little to look in the distance. There's one of them gardening. She can vaguely hear a screaming match from somewhere in the manor, and of course, there's an overwhelming smell of blood. Octavia tries not to grimace or feel otherwise affected, but the smell is so potent that it's really hard to avoid reacting in any way. "I can think of one... and while I trust they wouldn't kill any of us in accordance with Ministerial Proclamations, they aren't exactly very friendly towards your average werewolf."
Message Me • 05:31, 7 February 2021 (UTC)
「 Avery Catley 」ravenclaw, seventh year • light nymph
17 y/o
Part-Nymph
Hogwarts Student
Dating Luka (?)
Avery's brow furrows. "What, like Twilight? I thought that kind of rivalry was only in poorly written literature." It seems fake. Has to be, right? No way vampires and werewolves would actually be chilldish enough to have that kind of interspecies relationship?
Message Me • 05:31, 7 February 2021 (UTC)
「 Octavia Boleyn 」graduated hufflepuff • intelligence officer
Octavia glances over to Avery again and quirks an eyebrow. "Where do you think all the inspiratio for those books came from? Things aren't that bad any more, not after all the shit we went through under Fitzgerald, but it's not exactly as though we hug each other and hang out every Friday night." Octavia pauses, quickly running through her options. If Florence is in there, they'll need backup, and even if she isn't, going up to the manor without assistance as a werewolf is a bold, risky move. They have probable cause. She'll have to go investigate no matter what. Best be smart about it. Octavia sighs and pulls out her wand, brandishing it to send Drew a summoning patronus with a quick run-through of her findings. "We're not going in alone."
Message Me • 05:31, 7 February 2021 (UTC)
Eyes like sinking ships on waters so inviting I almost jump in.
[ AGE ] 20 y/o. [ SPECIES ] Witch.
[ CAREER ] Editor. [ RELATIONSHIP ] Single.
Luka had stopped listening the moment she heard 'Twilight' and turned back to the mansion. "I don't know if she's in there for certainty but it's where my lead ends," Luka confessed. She didn't like that. That lack of certainty and any other situation she'd have pulled back but time was of the essence. Werewolf. Viable dis-Luka paused. It could work. If she managed to get Octavia and Avery on board. If they were like Twilight (gag) then Octavia might just be overpowering scent wise that it masks Luka. As well as a nymph there as well. If everything goes right, it could work. But there were too many variables. "Why is your most logical question about twilight? This one you know of...you wouldn't know how many there of them, would you?" Luka asked, ignoring her entire spiel about not going in alone. She was also aware she didn't want to cause too much of a ruckus that they hurt Florence. Or risk a war, she supposes. But she'd rather start a war than risk Florence's life. "And speak for yourself." Maybe that plan was too risky. She could just knock on their front door-no, Avery could knock on their front door. Look, if she wants to go around saying she's willing to risk a war then so be it. "If we get any closer they're going to be able to sense us. But maybe that can work in our favour. If you guys head east, I'll try draw them out. Oh and Boleyn, you are legally required to protect a civilian, right? So if anything happens to her, it's your fault." With that, she turned to stare at Avery. More like glare. But glaring was her natural disposition so you should be scared when Luka doesn't glare at you. But then she apparated. This, again, was risky. But she knew where she wanted to go, where it was-so it should work. She could see the spot from where she was standing on the cliffside. A few minutes later, smoke had filled the air. She'd set fire to a tree between the other two and herself. Perfect scenario? It draws the vampires out, who catch onto Avery and Octavia, both peculiars and probably bigger threats, which leaves Luka the opportunity to sneak in through the back.
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「 Octavia Boleyn 」graduated hufflepuff • intelligence officer
Octavia could very easily fuck Luka's plan over by going in rather than risk starting some kind of interspecies war. Her hubris will be her eventual downfall, because none of this had to go this far. Octavia has the training Luka lacks; she's just a dumb little girl with a savior complex. She clenches her jaw, teeth grinding together in annoyance that grows as she sees the billows of smoke emanating from the woods at the highest part of the nearby cliff. She glares as though it'd have any impact on Luka, and breathes in deeply. "Unbelievable," she mutters, shaking her head. She'd have been happy to have them hang back and wait for Drew's imminent arrival, but now she feels forced to move quicker. All of this could literally backfire when there was a perfectly viable solution right there. "You better fucking pray I don't get her blacklisted from ever joining the Ministry, kid," she huffs, glaring over at Avery, who looks like she's trying to find a hole in the ground to bury herslf into. "Stay fucking put." Not giving her much chance to reply or react, Octavia whirls around, marching straight towards the gates. To hell with Luka's plan. Screw all of this. She isn't paid nearly enough for this. She'd honestly rather just lose a leg. She knows her arrival will alert the Altairs if the fire hasn't already, so she hangs by the gates, waiting for one of them to show up. Drew better hurry up.
Message Me • 04:10, 9 February 2021 (UTC)
「 Avery Catley 」ravenclaw, seventh year • light nymph
17 y/o
Part-Nymph
Hogwarts Student
Dating Luka (?)
So first her girlfriend glares at her threateningly, and now an auror has told her to stay put. It's a no-brainer for Avery, who wisely sticks to the motorbike, tapping her fingers against her thighs as she waits for this supposed backup. "I'm gonna die today," she mumbles to herself, "I can't believe this is how I'm going."
Message Me • 04:10, 9 February 2021 (UTC)
「 Constantin Lysander 」Spartan Born • Vampire • Mercenary
Immortal
Vampire
Mercenary
Single
Constantin had been alerted by the smoke and quickly made his way to the clearing, following the voices of Octavia and Avery. Whilst he was unimpressed about the fire, especially considering the risk of muggles, he wasn't too bothered. Irritated at best. However, he was unsure on why he suddenly had a werewolf and a...smelt like a nymph so nymph at his doorstep. The moment Octavia left (she was the biggest threat), he used his own speed to appear on the bike. "'Ello, sweetheart. Can I help you?" He asked with a grin. "I dunno how well my venom works on you so if you're looking for immortality, I'd skedaddle back to whatever hole you come from. Because this really isn't a place to suddenly become an arsonist. Also-the muggles are doing great preservation work around here and I'd be terribly ashamed to hurt that if I were you...nice bike, by the way. I don't really need speed myself, for obvious reasons, but a bitch can appreciate and this is a very nice one. In fact, I recognise it..." he trailed off as he slipped off it to give it a better look, circling it. "This is an incredibly rare model." Clued him into one thing-they weren't exactly poor. Money. He straightened up and rubbed the back of his head. "So why don't you tell me what you're doing here? I promise...I don't bite," he said with a grin, his fangs out for display.
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「 Teti Ibrahim 」An Egyptian Pharoah • Sapphic • Hopeful
im not counting
Vampire
she's too old for that
Teti had stopped what she was doing to stare at the smoke. The water in her watering can would not be enough to extinguish that fire. Eh. Not her business. She ignored Constantin as he ran through her garden and over the fence. Actually, she didn't. She turned to stare at it with a frown. It wasn't her garden but she had decided it was. Someone here had to take care of the plants. And it was either that or go into society and Teti would rather not. So when Octavia turned up at the gates, Teti wasn't running around panicked. Barely even reacted. But finally, she zoomed to where Octavia was. She wasn't rude. "Can I help you?" Teti asked then she scrunched her face. "You...smell weird, have you showered? We have wonderful water pressure here. Not as good as natural waterfalls but it is very refreshing." Teti liked some things about this place. Last time she visited society, bathing was miserable but they'd gotten better. But also Teti...was a little unaware about werewolves. She hadn't been around one in centuries and she was away for the whole rivalry between the two communities. "But alas, they don't really like letting strangers in so I'm not sure if I can offer you one. Still, can I help?"
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「 Octavia Boleyn 」graduated hufflepuff • intelligence officer
Octavia quirks an eyebrow. Internally, she's thinking of a hundred different ways to kill Luka and dispose of her body. Externally, she simply smiles at Teti, deciding to keep matters cordial rather than aggravate their situation. "I — no, actually. I haven't showered." It's gross to say it, but if it gets her in, she sure as hell will set her dignity and pride aside. She pauses for a second and shrugs a shoulder. "A shower's never harmed anyone, right? What's the worst that can happen? See, I'll even hand in my wand." Again, not a smart move, but she doesn't think she'll need it, anyways. They wouldn't want to start a war they can't finish in the grand scheme of things.
Message Me • 01:42, 14 February 2021 (UTC)
「 Avery Catley 」ravenclaw, seventh year • light nymph
17 y/o
Part-Nymph
Hogwarts Student
Dating Luka (?)
"Listen, mate, I don't think you want to start anything. I don't think the Minister for Magic will appreciate finding out a vampire's gone and scratched her bike, or sunken his fangs into her best friend's sister-in-law. I'd say maybe hop off it and take a few steps back." Avery suggests, jerking her head over to a nearby tree that's a good ten, maybe twelve feet away. "Florence Lestrange. Ever heard the name? We're here looking for her, and my girlfriend's managed to track her down to here. You wouldn't happen to know where she is, would you?"
Message Me • 01:42, 14 February 2021 (UTC)
「 Constantin Lysander 」Spartan Born • Vampire • Mercenary
Immortal
Vampire
Mercenary
Single
Internally he was slamming his head against the nearest tree. Externally, however, he made direct eye contact with Avery so he could nudge the bike so it slammed onto the ground. He isn't scared of the Minister of Magic, who did she think he was? A wizard? "Florence Lestrange?" He echoed before humming. He knew the family would probably be contacted eventually. He just didn't want it to be this quick. Then he paused and took another look at Avery. "One moment," he said as he raised his finger to her before running back into the manor, well away from Octavia and Teti still. However, he did pause a little bit in Teti's line of sight to slash his throat in a big no gesture. A few moments later, he was back in front of Avery with his laptop. "Would you like to see my introductory presentation?" He asked with a beaming grin. Someone was going to appreciate it, damn everyone else to hell.
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「 Teti Ibrahim 」An Egyptian Pharoah • Sapphic • Hopeful
im not counting
Vampire
she's too old for that
Teti's eyes barely flicked over to Constantin and part of her, the petty side, wanted to swing the gate wide open to spite him but she took a deep breath. She didn't want to be kicked out. "Why don't you tell me why you're here first?" She asked, "or at least tell me you're name." She wanted her island back, no one bothered her back then. No weird visitors who smelt like a wet dog. "This home is meant to be a little protected. Vampires only and all that."
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Eyes like sinking ships on waters so inviting I almost jump in.
[ AGE ] 20 y/o. [ SPECIES ] Witch.
[ CAREER ] Editor. [ RELATIONSHIP ] Single.
Luka had found her way in through the back. Magic hadn't worked on the lock but she was good enough to know how to pick a lock. Worse comes to worse she'd break a window. Her mind was listing different methods on how to kill a vampire. A stake was the obvious one but she didn't have one. She'd have to immobilise them somehow. Making her way through the manor, she made sure her footsteps were quiet. Surely if there was anyone around, they'd have stopped her? Luka gripped her wand tighter. Damn it Florence- her thought ended the moment she walked into a living room to land on an unconscious Florence. Unconscious? Dead? Florence looked pale-paler than normal. She looked...no. It wasn't possible. Luka tore her eyes away from her sister to find the only other person in the room. "What the hell did you do to my sister?" Her tone was flat, dead, neutral. Not angry as her words might suggest and she almost snarled out the question. No, there was no emotion underlying her words.
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「 Avery Catley 」ravenclaw, seventh year • light nymph
17 y/o
Part-Nymph
Hogwarts Student
Dating Luka (?)
Avery doesn't try to stop the bike from stopping. Instead, she decides to whip out her phone and take a quick video of the motorbike before panning in on the manor. Octavia and Teti can be vaguely made out, but not well enough. It doesn't matter, though. This is just insurance so Eleni doesn't think to kill her as savagely as she knows she'll kill Luka when they get back. She has to cover her own ass, you know? "Not really, no," she answers, shaking her head as she tuns her phone to capture Constantin's face. Behind the phone, she smiles. "But I can make it viral, if you want." Does she have other intentions? Yeah. But does Constantin know that? No. As long as he doesn't realize, she'll be fine.
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「 Octavia Boleyn 」graduated hufflepuff • intelligence officer
A beheading will work just fine with Luka Belfrey. Octavia forces a smile at Teti and shrugs. "My little sister and her girlfriend wanted to go for a ride 'round the area. She put up the puppy eyes. It was really hard to say no to her. And — I'm sorry! Where are my manners? I'm Avia!" Octavia introduces herself, extending a hand towards Teti politely. "Vampires, huh? I thought you'd be the type to live in caves. You know, like bats and all."
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「 Adrianna Altair 」hufflepuff alumna • owner of point zero
When Luka walks in, Andi is distracted with the laptop on her lap. She's trying to figure out how to work up a budget for Point Zero, so she doesn't appreciate the interruption as it occurs. She waves a hand dismissively, and sounds distracted at best when she replies. "She's sleeping. Connie's venom was too strong so her body's... processing... dammit!" she sighs, deflating as she falls back on her seat. She might have to tap into the Altair wealth after all. Adrianna heaves a second sigh and shakes her head before looking up. It takes her a second to realize that's not Teti or any of the other Altairs, or even one of the vampires affiliated to her family. She raises an eyebrow, blatantly confused, until — "Oh! That's your sister! My bad. You must be... Luka, right? The Chief Warlock's sister, and — well, I guess Florence's as well. That's one hell of a family you've got there. Powerful. Not as powerful as the Altairs, obviously, but to be fair, who really is as powerful as us? Outside the Ministry, I supp..." she trails off. Adrianna sighs again. She's rambling again. Dove keeps saying she needs to stop caring about her rambles, but Andi can't help feeling so self-conscious about it. "Funny you should ask that. She's dead. Undead, I guess. She was almost dead, but Constantin saved her... in a way. I don't know if you'd consider eternal damnation salvation, but I digress." Andi shrugs. "Hi! I'm Andi."
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「 Constantin Lysander 」Spartan Born • Vampire • Mercenary
Immortal
Vampire
Mercenary
Single
His face fell when Avery spoke. "And here I was, thinking you're going to be cool," he said with a hefty sigh as he delicately put the laptop on the ground before moving to Avery, using his own speed and strength to take the phone from her. "It's really not fun to record, especially when I can use you as a javelin. I have been looking to perfect my aim," he remarked. "You should really and be subtle, like at least try and be subtle. Just to keep up the pretence of it all. I would have noticed but I'd have appreciated the subtly of it all. The sneakiness of it all. Really sets the mood of cat and mouse and all that. Come on, just give me the phone and I won't break it. I promise."
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「 Teti Ibrahim 」An Egyptian Pharoah • Sapphic • Hopeful
im not counting
Vampire
she's too old for that
Teti's expression tightened before she moved to water the nearest plant, ignoring Octavia's outstretched hand. That was a tradition she still hadn't quite caught onto. "I'm not one of those younger vampires," she began, "I have seen many moons pass the night sky...too many perhaps." She paused before turning her head to stare at Octavia unblinkingly. "What I'm saying is, I know when I am being lied too and I am far too old to be lied too." Also-Constantin and the brunette were far too loud for Teti to be able to ignore. Of course, she'd pretty much heard everything but she didn't care enough about this entire situation. This was a them problem, not a Teti problem. Maybe if they didn't go around saving ministry official's siblings, they'd have time to water their garden. Teti twirled her umbrella before moving to another plant to water it, with half a mind to ignore Octavia now.
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「 Luka Belfrey 」Ravenclaw Alum • Realising Laws are Overrated
When Luka realised Andi wasn't realising that Luka was, well, a stranger to her, Luka had begun to move to Florence's body to grab and try and apparate. Then go back for Avery. The auror could get herself out. However, just as her hand was reaching for Florence's hand, her own name rang through the room. Luka turned her head back to stare at the blonde girl. Luka didn't forget a lot of faces and there was something familiar about the other one but she couldn't place where. Luka was happy to let the girl rant, maybe she'd get so distracted that she'd have another chance to disappear again. "Thanks," she said because what else does one to say to that? Thanks, I will be make sure my family is more powerful than all of you in due time. This plan was working because if Florence was a vampire then the weak link of the family suddenly got a promotion. "She's a vampire." She stated really to only make sure the information sunk in properly and turned to look at Florence again. She knew this. This wasn't surprising, she'd guessed that only a little bit ago. But the confirmation was still unsettling. Andi. Like the toy story character. Cute, she guessed. "So you're saying you guys aren't the people to have hurt her in the first place?" Quick jump but she was reading in between the lines. Maybe Luka didn't need to set the manor on fire. "Why? Why save her." Not that she wasn't...grateful but she was suspicious of everyone's motives.
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「 Avery Catley 」ravenclaw, seventh year • light nymph
17 y/o
Part-Nymph
Hogwarts Student
Dating Luka (?)
"I'm a nymph," she points out, audibly amused by Constantin's attempt at threatening her. She doesn't feel threatened at all. Constantin may be a vampire rather than werewolf, but he's no more a threat than a puppy version of Octavia. "I can quite literally burn through your flesh. Aren't vampires susceptible to that kind of magic?" Avery is pursing her lips to suppress the urge to laugh. His speed surprises Avery, and seeing him lunge for her phone has her instinctively relying on her nymph magic to protect herself. If she can blind him as she's trying to do, even for a few seconds, then it gives her enough time to disapparate and leave Constantin in the dust. "You really don't want to start something you know you can't finish. Attacking me won't get you anywhere, and you'll only start a war againt wizards. It's bad enough you decided to steal the Chief Warlock's sister. What the hell did you do to her, anyways?"
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「 Octavia Boleyn 」graduated hufflepuff • intelligence officer
Octavia is... confused. She isn't lying. Her brow furrows and she cocks head slightly, an incredulous look on her face. "You're... joking, right? It's not a good joke, but I can overlook that. Avia is my name. It's what my friends back at Hogwarts called me, it's what they still call me." Octavia pauses for a second, a lttle too bewildered to know what to say on the spot. "Right, well. You have fun with your plants. I'm going to just..." Where the fuck is Drew? Luka better be making decent progress in there, or she'll make her death even slower. Octavia inhales deeply. I just need to distract her long enough that she doesn't go inside. "Going to assume that shower is out of the question now?"
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「 Adrianna Altair 」hufflepuff alumna • owner of point zero
Andi can see Luka inching closer to Florence, but unlike whatever impression Luka may have, Adrianna doesn't feel motivated in the slightest to try and stop her. She knows all the pieces of the puzzle will fall into place eventually, so instead, she watches her curiously, trying to understand what kind of relationship the two sisters share. Must be a close one. "She is, yes. My — er, brother turned her. Constantin. The blond guy outside. Real big asshole, thinks he's the hottest guy around, the last coke in the desert — you know the type, I'm sure. Hogwarts was infested with his breed back when I was a student," she muses, "His reason are beyond me, but he means well. He wouldn't have brought her to the manor if he wanted her to be his minion. My guess, though? Lording that over the Chief Warlock will get you one hell of a sway around these corners of the world." Andi shrugs. "You can take her, but she won't get the same training she'd get if she stayed here with us. Her bloodlust will be really potent the first few years. It'd be a real shame if she killed her family and the Minister. You're all close, right? Now that'd be a tragedy. And a political disaster."
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「 Constantin Lysander 」Spartan Born • Vampire • Mercenary
Immortal
Vampire
Mercenary
Single
"I know you're a nymph and I also know you're friend over there is a werewolf. And I have seen both needlessly die because they picked the wrong fight," he remarked. He didn't need to say it-no, he didn't want to say it. And it was him who saw the next sunrise. No, he never started fights with other peculiars-never went out of his way. But he did finish them. Some of them were like Avery-assuming Constantin was harmless. Mostly werewolves, actually. Some of them were angry for more legitimate reasons. But all took him on, and all ended up bleeding out on the ground. Some were closer than others. No-Constantin was never going to be the leader of the Altairs but he was the soldier. But even when his sight was taken, he still had his hearing, his smell. All he'd have to do is wrap his arms around her and never let go. No matter if she was able to make him burn, like she was threatening to. Crush her bones. Of course, he wore the ring which meant nymph (he was assuming she was a light nymph) wasn't going to kill him but he wasn't looking to feel as if he was being burnt at the stake. But he'd sworn off fighting a long time ago. He swore off the bloodshed, the wars, and she was young. Why pick a fight? Then again, maybe he should slip off the necklace. Let her burn him up. Or the sun. Probably easiest for everyone. "But fine," he said, taking a step back and spreading open his hands, "you win. Of course I wouldn't want to start a war. So why don't we put down the phone? Mutual trust. I won't go after that little witch friend of yours and you won't be breaking any privacy concerns I may have. It's a fair deal." Again, he probably wouldn't do anything to her but he was willing to bet she wouldn't risk the life of someone she loved. People-so sentimental. How he knew about Luka? Well, he could hear Octavia and apparently there was a third one running around. And if there was enough truth in there then this 'sister' was the girlfriend. Or the other way around. "And if you wanted answers to that, then you should have just stayed put and let me play my introductory presentation!" Back to the carefree attitude that everyone loved to hate. Picking up his laptop, he positioned it so Avery was in clear view. "This was meant for Florence so please if you could kindly put yourself in her shoes that would be dandy!" Then he pressed what he hoped was the space bar to go to the next slide. "I found her dying in an alley way. She wouldn't have made it if I didn't make her a vampire. I wouldn't call it stealing but if I had left her there then she would have gone on a massacre in her bloodthirst. Figured stealing her, as you put it, would be a better result than the aurors being forced to take her down. And no, I don't know who did it. Definitely some type of wizard, though, I could smell him."
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「 Teti Ibrahim 」An Egyptian Pharoah • Sapphic • Hopeful
im not counting
Vampire
she's too old for that
"That..." wasn't the aspect Teti was iffy at. She couldn't care less about the name but she appreciated some honesty. With a sigh, she decided that this wasn't worth the argument. "If you're here to try and find the new girl they brought in, you're too late. She's already a vampire and she's going to be awfully thirsty when she wakes up. And I don't mean to be condescending but it wouldn't be a pretty picture to see you or your sister and her girlfriend to be caught up in that." She took another look at Octavia before tilting her head. No, she wasn't in need of a shower but Teti could smell something, she just couldn't place what. She must not be some type of...what was the modern term they liked? Particular? Something like that. A vampire was a particular. Maybe this girl was a different type. Must be.
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「 Luka Belfrey 」Ravenclaw Alum • Realising Laws are Overrated
Luka pursed her lips. Part of her, foolishly-no, stupidly-, thought that Florence wouldn't do that. Florence wouldn't hurt either Eden or Luka. It's Florence. She moved rooms the moment she saw a spider before spamming everyone else in the house to get rid of it. Then get upset when Luka killed it. Florence who clapped whenever the plane landed or whenever a waiter brought out food. Who believed Luka when she told Florence that she lost at chess even though, against all odds, she won. Admittedly, Luka was only fourteen and quidditch was a strategic game which translated into chess so it wasn't a huge win. Florence wasn't bloodthirsty. Luka gritted her teeth. She was being sentimental. She hated being sentimental. Her hand dropped back to her side but she didn't let go of her wand. "You didn't think to leave a note? Get in contact? My other sister is in St. Mungos right now because of the shock." At least Luka knew it wasn't them. Maybe they were...dare Luka say it, allies. Say what you want about having sway over the Chief Warlock, they were taking in Florence which meant they suddenly had pull of a powerful vampire coven. Luka could use this to her advantage. Luka pursed her lips again before shaking her head, "whatever. Sorry about-" she cut herself off as she turned her head to look out the window. The fire was gone. She could only see some smoke. Must have been put out. "And no...I didn't see a blonde. He wouldn't hurt them, would he?" Octavia better not let that happen or she was going to convince Florence into making the coven rip Octavia to shreds. Or let murderous Florence on the auror's hind. That'd work.
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「 Avery Catley 」ravenclaw, seventh year • light nymph
17 y/o
Part-Nymph
Hogwarts Student
Dating Luka (?)
Avery pauses for a second, mulling over the offer in her head. Ultimately, she shrugs and smiles, tapping the red button and tucking her phone under her shirt and into her bra. It's safer there, she thinks. Either way, she listens intently, taking in all the information she can get. Might be useful if Luka doesn't pull off her plan. "So you're not trying to start your own army?" She sounds a little incredulous. "How are we supposed to believe you? It's not like you've given me any reason to think you're a good person."
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「 Octavia Boleyn 」graduated hufflepuff • intelligence officer
Octavia finally feels some inner peace knowing she won't have bad news to deliver. Well, at least she's dead kind of bad news. Giving out she's undead news isn't any better, but she doesn't think it's as bad. To be fair though, as a peculiar herself, she's very biased. There's a reason why Drew is the one informing Eden and not her, aside from this being a very high-profile case. "Alright, cool cool cool. Lovely to hear, very neat," Octavia mutters to herself, nodding along as she pays close attention to the words Teti's uttering. "Then I suppose it'd be fine if I went in to make sure she's alright?" As far as she knows, they have darker motives behind their moves. They might not, but her job entails being wary of everyone's intentions, and she isn't about to have a lapse in judgment now. She can't power through, though; she doesn't have a valid reason that merits searching up the manor, and she'd rather not have to deal with a clan of angry vampires. They tend to be very territorial. Plus as strong as the Edinburgh Pack is — and politically powerful, too — she isn't interested in giving them any kind of reason or leeway into retaliating against her pack. It's not to say they're capable of it or even interested, but there are certain risks Octavia isn't willing to take when she doesn't know this particular clan as well as others. They're the Altairs. They're essentially the parents of all vampires. "You know, as alright as a vampire can be. I'd ask to bring her out, but I can't imagine she has any protection against the sun yet."
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「 Adrianna Altair 」hufflepuff alumna • owner of point zero
"I don't like this any more than you do, but I'm a fledgling. I don't have the experience or sway that Constain has, and our — not leader, necessarily, but leading figure — is out of the country. He isn't going to listen to a dhampir a millenium younger than him," she points out. "If it'd been up to me, Florence would have been left for dead. No offense. We don't need the political exposure, nor am I interested in leading a politically powerful family to believe that they have the Altair coven under their thumb. We're our own entity and the last thing I care to see is the Ministry or individual full-blooded wix digging their claws into affairs that don't concern them." Andi wasn't daft. Sure, she wasn't as experienced or knowledgable as Clem, Constantin, Ramses, or even Harmony and Teti, but that didn't mean she was an idiot. She saw the look in Luka's eyes. It meant trouble for the lot of them. This is exactly what she'd tried to warn Constantin about, but he was too stubborn to pay attention to her concerns or at least take them into consideration. He was always off doing whatever he wanted, and truth be told, it was infuriating. She can't wait to see Ramses put him in his place. "Your sister — the other one — isn't my concern or problem. Neither are you. This one now is," she continues, jerking her head over at the slumbering newborn vampire. "She's about to go on a rampage the moment she opens her eyes, and you're too emotional to see the facts for what they are. If you have any ounce of self-preservation, I would leave. Tell everyone what happened, if you like. But tell them the truth. The sister you knew is dead. Whatever she is now will not be the same. You may as well say your goodbyes and pray she can get her thirst under control before you die of natural causes, because the way I see it — if she's as stubborn as the rest of you — she's in for a long eternity."
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「 Constantin Lysander 」Spartan Born • Vampire • Mercenary
Immortal
Vampire
Mercenary
Single
"Start my own...why would I want to start my own army? Who am I starting an army to fight against?" He asked, "do I look like I want to take over the world? It'd be such a drag. And no, I don't expect you to trust me, I don't trust you either but, like, you can check when I made this. Google has a history timeline thing. It's been like forty five minutes and you've been here for, like, ten. And vampires aren't seers. So I didn't make this for you. And I'm not arguing that I'm a good person? Look, girl, I'm not going to bother lying to you. I don't really care enough to do that. And also, how dare you think I'd be that messy when I turn someone? Did you even see that alleyway? No, that was way too messy for me. I don't like being messy and do I need to drain people of that much blood? No, that was absolutely unnecessary. I think she might have been thrown around like a ragdoll. No, that's really not...I at least try to make sure I give my victims a good final night. Even then, they still leave in the morning. I don't need to drain of them blood to have a good meal. And you know, between you and me, in this time period? They get into it, they don't even question it." He should left Florence Lestrange for dead.
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「 Teti Ibrahim 」An Egyptian Pharoah • Sapphic • Hopeful
im not counting
Vampire
she's too old for that
"Can't give you an answer, not my house. I'm a guest," Teti hummed. "I'd back track and find the guy talking with your friend. He can probably give you an answer...." Teti trailed off as her eyes flicked to something behind Octavia's back.
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[ AGE ] 32 y/o. [ SPECIES ] witch.
[ CAREER ] head of law. [ RELATIONSHIP ] separated.
She was going to kill someone. She wasn't sure who. You know what-all of them. Every single one of them, vampires included. Her jacket was singed black but she was carrying it in her hands as she made her way to the gate. "You have one second to explain to me why there is a civilian alone with a vampire, why the forest was on fire, and I still see no sign of Belfrey. Did I stutter when I said to drag her back by the collar? Yes, hi, are you the head of the clan?" Drew asked turning to stare at Teti.
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「 Teti Ibrahim 」An Egyptian Pharoah • Sapphic • Hopeful
im not counting
Vampire
she's too old for that
Teti shook her head slowly at the question. "No, he's not here right now. If I was the head, we wouldn't be in this situation. None of us would be." Teti would have kicked everyone bar Harmony out of the mansion. "And no, this Florence isn't dead, she's a vampire, can't bring her out, she doesn't have any protection for the sun, and she hasn't woken up yet."
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「 Luka Belfrey 」Ravenclaw Alum • Realising Laws are Overrated
Luka's face was impassive as Andi spoke. It was early days, Luka could play the long game. Well, not so long for them, but long for her. "I'm not emotional and I'm well aware we need to leave," Luka pointed out. It probably was for the best but there was something that held her back. "Would you keep us updated?" She asked. "If I gave you my number, that is." Luka took one more look at her older sister before she pursed her lips. No, Luka wasn't going to be able to change this situation. Maybe Eden would have but Luka? Best to retreat for now. Luka couldn't help Florence, not anymore, and she'd gotten what she wanted-answers. Not a lot but enough. Andi wasn't lying-Luka was confident in that. Well, Luka was kind of ignoring the digs to her brother. What was important was this-the true culprit wasn't here. Time to go hunt down that one.
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「 Constantin Lysander 」Spartan Born • Vampire • Mercenary
Immortal
Vampire
Mercenary
Single
One might think that his first reaction to everything would have been to have a shower. After putting Florence Lestrange in one of the couches for Clem to deal with, he went off to his area. Like he said, he was covered in blood. Wearing white, the entire front part was stained, as well as his hands and some of it stained on his cheek. He had cleaned his hands but his mind had gotten onto the introductory presentation and he'd gotten distracted and had worked on that instead. So when he reappeared in the living room, his shirt and face was still stained. In his arms is a projection screen. "Where is the projector? I can't find it, is it in the attic? I finished the presentation. I even made cue cards that we can speak from. Is she still unconscious?" He asked as he padded into the room barefoot. "Also-I think it was some other vampire who hurt her. Maybe a werewolf or a nymph. They were very fast and they didn't pop out of existence like wizards do when they teleport-" he knows it's apparration but teleportation is just more fun "-so I think it's another peculiar. Dunno know why'd they want to hurt a quidditch coach, maybe he's an avid sports fan and her apparent winning streak annoyed him." He was ranting about this as he set up the screen in front of the TV. Florence would be clearly able to see it when she wakes up. Which she still hasn't.
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「 Clementina Altair 」Vampiress ♥ Roman ♥ Collector and Thief
2,195 yrs old
Vampire
Unemployed
Single
"I have never had a need for the projector," Clementina affirmed, flipping her attention from the passed out guest to Constantin. Who was still stained red from head to toe. This was the perfect way to introduce Florence to the vampire lifestyle! At least it would be far from disingenuous. "Still out, but I doubt she'll stay this way for much longer." In relation to the turning process, the healing process was likely already speeding up too. Clem didn't have to do much medical help, which was good. She was better at playing nurse over the doctor. When she had first pulled up her pseudo-brother's 'I turned someone again' text, the initial response from Clem was to ignore it. She was a firm believer in the 'you make the mess, you clean the mess' ideology, however, upon learning who the victim was, she felt more obliged to provide some assistance. She somewhat knew the Lestrange, so, as sad as it was to admit (and what she didn't outwardly admit), some sympathy had filled her chest. "She might remember who it was. We'll let her settle in for a bit, and then we can try to figure it out." The way Constantin described the attack was so strange. Clementina couldn't quite wrap her finger around any possible reasons for intention, but who knew what the Lestrange was up to. One's surface level knowledge could only go so far.
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「 Adrianna Altair 」hufflepuff alumna • owner of point zero
Andi's concern is two-fold; on one hand, she's never left Point Zero in the hands of anyone that wasn't her trusted manager, but she had called in sick and there was simply no way she could trust Constantin and Clementina to help the newest Altair acclimate to her new abilities as well as cope with the recent loss of her wand. It's not that she doesn't think they're capable — they are, in their own right, as it pertains to things they're actually knowledgeable. But Constantin has never been a very kind person, or an honest one, and she doesn't want to come home after a long day at work only to get mauled by a freshly-turned vampire looking for revenge just because Constantin threw her under the bus. She strongly suspects it's what will happen, and in part that's why when she shows up, her wand is easily accessible where it pokes out from her little fall boots. She's ready to hex him into oblivion if she has to. "I still can't believe you've gone and turned someone. You're racking up a hell of a record, Connie. I wonder what Ramses will say when he comes back." Andi's gleeful voice fills the silence that had befallen after Clem's strategy had been delineated. She appeares shortly after as she rounds the corner of the hallway into the main living room. Her nose immediately scrunches up when she sees the state he's in. "Would it kill you to at least shower?" she mutters, eying him disdainfully as she approaches the sofa. "What are you doing with the TV?" she queries after, not knowing anything about the powerpoint he'd gone so far as to prepare for their newest sister. "Where's the poor thing? I feel a little bad that she'll have to endure the call me daddy jokes," Andi quips, lips hitching into a cheeky grin. "Maybe now you'll stop asking about when I'll turn!" It won't be Constantin. No way. She'd rather Clem turn her; one and done kind of thing. Plus she's always really liked Clem and enjoyed her company. Mostly because she's Connie's polar opposite, honestly.
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「 Constantin Lysander 」Spartan Born • Vampire • Mercenary
Immortal
Vampire
Mercenary
Single
Constantin waved Andi's remark about Ramses off. "I feel like there's someone new every time we gather anyway, surely this'll be a normal day for him," he said, but this was also him trying to convince himself off that. "And I was! I just got distracted by the welcoming powerpoint! Here..." he trailed off as he reached over his shoulders to pull off his shirt and tossed it in Andi's direction. His upper body was a lot cleaner with only a few stains that had dripped through the fabric of his shirt. Constantin really wasn't a fan of clothes-clearly-and he missed when he just had to wear a loin cloth or a toga and it be socially acceptable. "And I'm just shielding it so we can see the welcoming presentation! It'll be back after, I want to catch tonights episode of the bachelor. And I would never make her call me daddy, that's a privilege that will only be for you, my dear little dhampir," Constantin said before he zoomed over to the couch so he could lean against the back of it to stare down at Florence. "She's striking-I didn't really see it before but she is very striking. Maybe I do have a record, but at least I bring in the aesthetics. But also-you guys remember your turnings? Well, excluding you Andi. You remember it Clem? But Andi-do you know where the projector is? Clem never had a need for it apparently."
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「 Teti Ibrahim 」An Egyptian Pharoah • Sapphic • Hopeful
Teti hadn't ever been to the Altair manor before. She was pretty sure this was a new addition but how would she know? Not as if she kept up to date. Still, as she walked the halls with the tips of her fingers trailing the walls, there was something so Altair about the place. She couldn't describe it exactly but this was definitely the right place. She couldn't hear Constantin so that was a definite bonus. Teti accidentally saw him the week before in a pub but she'd left before he could see her. Not that she was easy to miss considering her stubbornness when it came to fashion. Today, though, she'd gone for something more 19th century. She could move through the doorways. Finally she found the kitchen and helped herself to a bottle of blood, pouring it into a glass. Look-she might have spent a couple of centuries on an island but that doesn't translate to having no manners. She wasn't going to drink it out of the bottle. Plus-Constantin probably does and she refuses to be-no. Teti had to remind herself of that. Be nicer to Constantin. Teti wasn't sure if Harmony was around this place but she decided this was her best bet. Or at least someone will end up finding her and telling her where to go.
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「 Harmony Altair 」gryffindor alumna • vampire • the party girl
Harmony knew something was wrong from the moment she woke up from her afternoon slumber, but she just chalked it up to being unfamiliar with her surrounding. It had been about five months since she moved back in with her 'family' but the atmosphere was...well...tense. After putting on relatively simple clothing, she slowly crept down the staircase, her hand sliding around the bannister as she turned around, not yet noticing the unwelcome visitor. She padded towards the archway heading into the kitchen before finally noticing the other woman, of course she was still wearing the damn dress. "What are you doing here? I told you to leave me alone." She pursed her lips as she observed Teti with the glass of blood - thankfully it wasn't any of her stash judging by the scent. She sighed as she leant up against the archway, almost bracing herself for something - mayhaps another long-winded love confession? She didn't know why she was preparing, she knew she'd fall for it everytime.
Message Me • 02:00, 9 December 2020 (UTC)
「 Teti Ibrahim 」An Egyptian Pharoah • Sapphic • Hopeful
They'd done that dance a few times, hadn't they? Both of them been in the other's shoes more than once over the centuries that Teti, perhaps falsely, was inclined to think that this was just like the other times. Of course, there was always that little voice at the back of her mind dropping seeds of doubt into her mind. What if Harmony actually did turn her away? What then? Teti would just...go back to her island, she supposes. Read another library worth of books. Maybe she'll learn a new supposedly 'dead' language and translate something, just for the fun of it. Grow a new tree? Teti had only spent a few weeks back in England and everything was so much more...persistent. Everyone and everything was flashing around. Made her think everyone had turned into the creatures of the night with the way they were speeding around. Perhaps, if she was anyone else, she would have been a little bit more clever with the way she responded. Pointed out that she could have been visiting any of the Altairs. But they both knew that that wasn't the case. Teti wouldn't disrespect either of them like that. "I wanted to see you," she said plainly as she took a sip of the blood, savouring the fresh taste...it wasn't something she was use to. Maybe there was a few more benefits in returning to society than she initially thought. "Is that what they consider fashion these days?" The Egyptian wasn't exactly judging modern fashion. Just curious, in her own way. Every time she visited, everything was always so different.
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「 Harmony Altair 」gryffindor alumna • vampire • the party girl
Harmony pursed her lips as she drew herself away from the archway, taking a few tentative steps into the kitchen but still maintaining a significant distance from Teti, "You just wanted to see me?" She quirked an eyebrow as she bit the inside of her cheek, not fully understanding her own emotions - it had been a while since she felt this way. The comment on her fashion took her off guard, she hadn't noticed what Teti was wearing but now there was a sudden wave of self-consciousness that came over her. "I would have dressed up if I knew you were coming." She looked away from the other woman, pacing over to the other side of the large kitchen, "Why are you really here? You wouldn't subject yourself to my family unless you wanted something."
Message Me • 21:56, 24 December 2020 (UTC)
「 Teti Ibrahim 」An Egyptian Pharoah • Sapphic • Hopeful
Teti inwardly winced at the slight jab, or what she perceived as one, but kept her face impassive. "I've been thinking." Teti does that a lot, it's really the only thing she can do on an island with no one else there to keep her mind numb. "Perchance I have been rather harsh towards the other Altair's," she said, rather delicately. "I am willing to give them a second chance if need be. It'd be immature of me to let them irritate me so much, no?" With that she took another sip of the blood. She hadn't had alcohol in years but she suddenly had a need for it. "And no, I think you look fine-" You always knew how to pull off anything. It'd be shameless flirting and Teti wasn't quite sure if they were at that point right now "-and yes, I just wanted to see you. Is that so bad?"
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「 Harmony Altair 」gryffindor alumna • vampire • the party girl
Harmony let out a sharp sigh, turning her back to Teti and staring out the window looking out into the front garden. She placed her hands on the marble worktop, swaying back and forth gently on her feet as she tried to figure out her next move. She knew if she let Teti in again things could go awry again, in fact the chances were pretty high if their track record was any indication. She turned around again before walking toward Teti, eyeing the bottle on the table, "I need that..." She opened it and took a long drink straight from the crimson bottle before sighing once again. "I miss you...but I think you know that..." She looked to the floor, this wasn't the first time they've had the conversation nor was it the last yet it always felt the same, awkward and messy.
Message Me • 00:10, 29 December 2020 (UTC)
「 Teti Ibrahim 」An Egyptian Pharoah • Sapphic • Hopeful
Teti wasn't going to stop Harmony from taking the bottle. It was Teti that was freeloading and leaching off the blood. Maybe Teti did know know that but it was nice to hear it. It was always nice to hear those sort of things, even if it was sometimes left unsaid and assumed. "I know we've asked it so many times but how come we've never been able to leave each other alone? I sat on that island and nothing was satisfying anymore. Nothing I did. I even ended up perfecting English. Still a terrible language, not easy on your lips," she pointed out, before she scanned the room again. "So-how much have I missed? This world can change so much over the course of a century. Is Tia still around?" Teti, naturally, wasn't caught up with the fact that Tia was now Ramses.
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