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「 Henri Rhee 」Owner of Imperial Theatre • A Retired Criminal
35
Witch
Store Owner
Divorced
Henri wasn't sure what changed. All the tracking charms failed up until yesterday. All her leads lead to a dead end. However, a small little mechanical bug she built, imbued with a tracking charm that sets it off, began to go wild in the little glass cup she kept it trapped in. Whatever protection Julian Ritchards had all these months had worn off apparently. When she let the bug go, she didn't think it'd be quick to return but yesterday seemed to be full of surprises. Only an hour later, the bug was buzzing back through the window with footage of the missing father. Who was in the same city she resided in. Albeit not that close to Henri, on the other side, but enough that Henri was a tad frustrated with herself. But the question was there-how come this guy, who was apparently oh so loyal to Tessa, was working in a restaurant in Lincliff city completely fine. However, she was hired to track him down and get him back to Tessa so that is what she did. She wasn't hired to ask questions about what happened after her job finished. Instead of actually talking with him, Henri had just knocked him out and apparated into the basement of her store and closed shop. She didn't need anyone asking questions. He'd woken up once and started to panic. He ended up breaking something and she'd knocked him out again. And tied him up. For good measure. Now she was sitting on the desk, smoking a cigarette, flicking through a magazine she'd pulled from one of the stands. Mindless junk but it was funny reading about how invested some people were in random celebrities.
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「 Tessa Bellerose-Hartt 」slytherin alumna • famed entrepeneur
27 y/o
Witch
Businesswoman
Single
True to her word, Tessa is at Imperial Theatre in just under five minutes; roughly the amount of time it took to drop the kids off with Xavier and apparate to the outsides of the rehauled library. The walk down to the basement feels like an eternity, but only because she's afraid — terrified — about the state she may be about to find him in. Henri was cruel in not giving her any additional information over the phone, and suffice to say, Tessa's mind had reached the worst possible conclusion. Finally, she bursts through the doors, heart racing a mile a minute. Her eyes quickly fall on Julian, and... what kind of god-awful haircut is that? He looks like he hasn't washed his hair in two years. His outfit is a far cry from the luxurious fits she's come to associate with her twins' father, and he just doesn't seem like himself. But he looks as healthy as he could, and more importantly, he doesn't look hurt. Tessa can't bring herself to look away, but her training clues her into Henri's expected presence in the room. "Why's he unconscious?" she demands, not bothering with pleasantries. She's already moving forward to try and draw him out of it. "And tied up?"
Message Me • 03:23, 9 January 2021 (UTC)
「 Henri Rhee 」Owner of Imperial Theatre • A Retired Criminal
35
Witch
Store Owner
Divorced
"He wasn't calming down so I decided it was just easier this way," Henri said with a shrug as she tossed the magazine to the side. "He wasn't responding to his name either. I picked him up outside of a restaurant downtown. Wanderlust or something. A Russian Princess owns it apparently," Henri said. Do not doubt for a second Henri wasn't going to be researching the place he apparently worked at. Honestly, she was kind of suspecting this was some case of another man deciding to be a dead beat but also something felt off. In their brief interactions, things that he said just seemed...weird. She wasn't sure. What Henri also found was an interesting looking empress. Well, wife to the empress. But that was none of her business so she didn't mention it. "Here, this'll wake him up," she said, pulling out a small vial of something and tossing it over to Tessa. She didn't trust anything in this world besides one thing. Tessa's reflexes. If she does drop it then they could just slap the guy awake. The potion was really more so a smelling salt. "Just put it under his nose, he'll come to." It was technically a poison but only if consumed. So hopefully Tessa doesn't make him drink it. That'd be unfortunate considering how long he was being looked for.
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「 Tessa Bellerose-Hartt 」slytherin alumna • famed entrepeneur
27 y/o
Witch
Businesswoman
Single
Tessa rolls her eyes. This is Henri's whole job. You'd think she'd learn to do it efficiently without having to render him unconscious. It does make more sense if he wasn't responding to his name, though it makes Tessa's brow furrow. "Why?" she questions instinctively, even though logically, Henri wouldn't know. She just wants some answers; none of this makes any sense. "A Russian Princess?" Tessa's jaw tightens. There's no way Julian knows about her connections to that family. She loves him and trusts him wholeheartedly, but there are certain things nobody is privy to. Frankly, not even the all-knowing Sabrina le Fey knows of some of the things Tessa has done in her past, least of all as it relates to that family. If it all comes unraveling because of Julian and Henri, she isn't sure what she'll do. As expected, she catches the vial without even looking, and it quick to do as told, needing him to snap out of it so she can get to the bottom of everything. "Wake up, dickhead. Vacation time is over."
Message Me • 03:47, 9 January 2021 (UTC)
— Tommy Costanzo Pompei
slipping away, like a bottle of wine.
[ AGE ] twenty eight. [ SPECIES ] squib.
[ CAREER ] kitchenhand. [ RELATIONSHIP ] taken.
Before Henri had a chance to open her mouth again, Tommy began to stir the moment she put the vial underneath his nose. His nose began to twitch as if he was about to sneeze and a groan left his lips as he woke up. "Dickhead? That's so mean. Did I do something? Oh, I'd like a vacation. Not Europe! What about Canada?" he asked as he came to his senses, his words slurring together. Honestly, as he blearily opened his eyes, he saw blonde hair and thought it was Aleks. "Did I pass out or something? My head hurts," he mumbled as his eyes fluttered back shut as he looked as if he was about to pass back out but a loud bang coming from Henri's direction jerked him back awake and he was a little more alert. "Wait..." he said as his eyes fully opened and he stared at Tessa. Unfamiliarity was clear in his eyes as he realised that the blonde was really not his boss. She didn't look anything like Aleks. Now he was fully awake. Well, as much as he can be. He was still groggy in the head but adrenaline was kicking in. "You're not....wait..." then he began to jerk his hands and began to comprehend his situation. Then he saw Henri. "I know you-you knocked me out. I-are you going to kill me?" He asked as he continued to jerk around, trying to rip his wrists out of the bondages around the armrest. He only stopped when he felt the chair began to tip backwards and his eyes widened as gravity kicked in.
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「 Tessa Bellerose-Hartt 」slytherin alumna • famed entrepeneur
27 y/o
Witch
Businesswoman
Single
Tessa is surprised by Julian's reaction. Her eyebrows fly up to her hairline and she takes a few steps back, not interested in getting accidentally caught up in his little fit. "You've been gone for months, Julian, you're about to break a fucking year. Is this some kind of joke to you?" Tessa's tone is harsher than she meant it to be, but there was no way she could mask the rage she was feeling in that moment. The earnest confusion in his eyes had struck her heart, and Tessa was preferring to believe it was a cruel prank rather than entertain the possibility that he might really have lost his memories. She's been through it twice before, and each time it was hard for her to regain control of her scrambled head. This is the last thing she or the kids need, so she's hoping — praying, even, to anyone that might be occupying the heavens — that he's being a wanker instead. "Calm down, Julian, you're safe. What the hell's the matter with you?" Many years ago, her therapist had told her 5 stages of grief existed, and that denial was the first one. That's where Tessa is right now, because this... she can't deal with this. She felt better prepared to accept that Julian was dead. But amnesiac? Not at all. When he goes crashing back, Tessa cringes. Oh Merlin give me some patience, she thinks. With a deep sigh, she shakes her head and wandlessly casts a wingardium leviosa to levitate him. Maybe having him suspended in the air will force him to calm down, at the very least. Focus on her. "Where have you been, Julian?"
Message Me • 04:20, 9 January 2021 (UTC)
— Tommy Costanzo Pompei
slipping away, like a bottle of wine.
[ AGE ] twenty eight. [ SPECIES ] squib.
[ CAREER ] kitchenhand. [ RELATIONSHIP ] taken.
Julian. The other woman called him that too. The name was unfamiliar completely and completely confusing to him. He didn't really calm down until the chair levitated into the air. His hair had gone everywhere and he shook his head, trying to get the strands out of his face. He was still breathing heavily, like he was about to fall into a panic attack, but seemed relatively calmer. He wasn't struggling anymore. Maybe he realised that he wasn't about to break free through brute strength. Honestly-what would he even do if he did? He wasn't exactly good at fighting, let alone without a wand. "I think...I think there's been some mix up. A little misunderstanding and I promise I will never tell anyone about tonight. Ever. I'm just, I'm not this Julian. I'm Tommy. My name is Tommy. And I've been in Lincliff for a couple months, then I was living in Italy. Born there too." The last sentence was tacked on, like he just remembered that fact and thought it might be important. "Why would I be joking?"
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「 Henri Rhee 」Owner of Imperial Theatre • A Retired Criminal
35
Witch
Store Owner
Divorced
"Not to interrupt this reunion but your accent wouldn't be so British if you've only been here for a few weeks," Henri pointed out from the corner. She was back to reading the magazine. Remind her to catch the latest movie of Aren something. It was getting good reviews so she might give it a shot.
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— Tommy Costanzo Pompei
slipping away, like a bottle of wine.
[ AGE ] twenty eight. [ SPECIES ] squib.
[ CAREER ] kitchenhand. [ RELATIONSHIP ] taken.
Tommy squirmed when Henri pointed it out. "Well, yeah, my voice has always been like this. We think I was around some, you know, Brit growing up," he mumbled. The problem with Nikita is that he was never fool proof and whatever backstory he had given Tommy was always going to be full of holes the moment someone started prodding. And you can replace someone's memories all you want, but the muscle memory would remain, which meant he couldn't change the accent.
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「 Tessa Bellerose-Hartt 」slytherin alumna • famed entrepeneur
27 y/o
Witch
Businesswoman
Single
Tessa was on the verge of turning the chair over to force him to calm down, even though logically it wouldn't help much. She only holds off because he seems to be spluttering out everything she needs to know in that moment, and even then, the revelations make her consider doing it anyways over intense frustration and annoyance with Julian for getting himself into this mess. "Oh, really? Your name is Tommy and you were born in Italy?" Tessa takes a deep breath. For fuck's sake, she thinks. Just what I needed right now. "Where were you living?" Hopefully that might clue her into who did this, or what really happened, because right now, none of it is making sense. Her first thought is Nikita, but this is a very far cry from anything the other man would do. "Who is this 'we' you speak of? Mind giving me a name?" Tessa's voice is tight as best, jaw clenched as she tries to calm herself. She's going to fall back into a life of crime if this kind of shit keeps happening, because at least once you've killed, the person can't come back to haunt you. And a Julian-free life? That's sounding really appealing right now. "Where did you find him, Rhee?"
Message Me • 01:35, 11 January 2021 (UTC)
— Tommy Costanzo Pompei
slipping away, like a bottle of wine.
[ AGE ] twenty eight. [ SPECIES ] squib.
[ CAREER ] kitchenhand. [ RELATIONSHIP ] taken.
"I was raised in Scandiano, it's near Modena," Tommy stuttered out, almost looking like he was going to start crying or, even worse, relieving himself. Look-he wasn't prepared to being tied to a chair that day. "We? I-" it was a slip of the tongue and his eyebrows drew together as he tried to find an answer. "I don't know. It was a general we. Teachers, parents, that sort of thing," he said, really coming up with a blank. "I really can't give you anything. I don't have any money to give you and I don't have anyone who will give you a ransom."
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「 Henri Rhee 」Owner of Imperial Theatre • A Retired Criminal
35
Witch
Store Owner
Divorced
"Working in a restaurant on the other side of the city, Wanderlust." Henri responded. "He was a kitchen hand from what I could tell. Chopped all ingredients, washed all the dishes-menial sort of things. I'd say he could be a secret twin but..." she trailed off as she leant over to pick up a mug and the mechanical bug started flying into Tommy's face again and again. "I'd imagine any tracking spell you use will lead you right back to him as well." Henri ran a hand through her hair. "I think...the logical conclusion is someone's replaced his memories somehow. Unless you can think of any other explanation besides him being a really good actor." Tommy might have said something but he was too busy trying to get away from the bug still continuously hitting into him.
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「 Tessa Bellerose-Hartt 」slytherin alumna • famed entrepeneur
27 y/o
Witch
Businesswoman
Single
Tessa's already minimal patience is waning even further at a quicker rate, and her silence after 'Tommy' replies to her questions is very meaningful. She can't really stomach looking at him for the time being, so she conjures up a strip of tape to slap onto his mouth, bug permitting. This is very reminiscent of the time her own mother returned with memory loss, and of the time she lost her memories and was briefly Tatyana Romanova. Neither instance is a moment she looks back on fondly, and suffice to say, her stress is tenfold by the time she turns to face Henri again. So much so that she's discarding her brown blazer and pulling her hair up into a loose bun. "Julian wouldn't lie to me like that," Tessa accepts, sighing. "You're probably right, which begs the question: who did this?" She knows she'll have to dig deeper into Julian's head — which at least allows her to practice her legilimency, something that she's neglected to do in some time — but if she does it immediately, she might lose sight of what she's doing and opt for confronting Nikita immediately. It's the only possible answer she could think of right now; every other loose end, she'd already dealt with, barring a few that she knew couldn't possibly be related to the ongoing situation. "Did you find out anything else about him? This second life he was leading?" She hates to think of Julian so lowly, but what if — what if he did this on himself? Realized all these years later that he couldn't be a father, or didn't want to be a father? Self-obliviation is rare, but not fully out of the question. "Where he lived, who he was close to, anyone he might be dating?"
Message Me • 01:28, 12 January 2021 (UTC)
「 Henri Rhee 」Owner of Imperial Theatre • A Retired Criminal
35
Witch
Store Owner
Divorced
"His phone, which doesn't even have a password, says he lives in one of the flats in Diagon alley. One of those cheap ones. Lived alone from what I can tell and the only people who he talked to one the regular was...well, his coworkers. Looking at his texts, I'd say he was getting close with the Russian princess. From what I can tell, he was living this normal life. Boring life, if you ask me. Nothing special about it," Henri responded and Tommy, who was now unable to speak, stared at Henri before a specific finger slid out as best it could and she took another drag of her smoke as she stared back at him. "Whoever did it wanted us to find him. Why else would whatever charm protecting him have worn off? But also-why? No offence, he never seemed that much of a threat. Unless he found out something he wasn't meant to. Or maybe someone's trying to taunt you. How safe can you really be if they managed to find your baby daddy? I don't know. Aren't you a legilimens? You could try digging through his head...I doubt he's got much mental strength to keep you out. No offence." This earned the other hand to slide out a specific finger. Finally, she clicked her fingers and the bug flew back to her and shut down for her to pocket.
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「 Tessa Bellerose-Hartt 」slytherin alumna • famed entrepeneur
27 y/o
Witch
Businesswoman
Single
None of it sounds like Julian, and it further cements what she already believes to know. Of all people, why a Russian princess? "Which princess did you say it was?" Tessa pauses. Normally she'd laugh at such a jest, but she doesn't do much more than sigh. "No, he wasn't a threat, but anyone who fucks with Julian has fucked with me at best, The Black Parade at worst. It was a taunt." Against her best wishes, she glances behind her towards the hanging man. Tessa considers her options for a second, clearly conflicted. Eventually, she shakes her head and approaches Julian. She reaches for his chin, forcing his head towards her so she can force her way into his mind. "Legilimens."
Message Me • 02:17, 12 January 2021 (UTC)
— Tommy Costanzo Pompei
slipping away, like a bottle of wine.
[ AGE ] twenty eight. [ SPECIES ] squib.
[ CAREER ] kitchenhand. [ RELATIONSHIP ] taken.
Like Henri said-his head was an easy one to get into. A stark difference to what she would have experienced beforehand. Whilst Julian wasn't an occlumens, that didn't mean he'd always been an easy mind to read due to his own natural abilities. Tommy, on the other hand, was an open book. His memories, at first, were easy. Images of him and Aleks working those late nights together. Sleeping in till one in the afternoon. Then that turbulent month of moving to England and constantly getting lost. Then a step back in Italy, alone. Waking up in a stranger's house after they told him they found him unconscious on the side of a road. He must have hit his head, they told him. Before that, though, the memories grew fuzzier. Disconnected. A barrage of facts were thrown at her. Born here...parents died when you were ten...graduated from Durmstrang...you didn't like it, no one was nice to you...you worked in the muggle world.... Nothing personal. Nothing strong. Any memory she might have found before that incident was gone after just a moment. Then suddenly she was dragged back forward to a moment between him and bartender. Magical Rome, clearly, based on how dirty glasses were washing themselves in the background. Moving too England, why?....I don't know. I just know I need to go to England, it feels right. And then the image was gone again. However, if Tessa had been paying close attention, she might have noticed a blond haired man in the background. But the image only lasted a moment and soon it was replaced by him trying to access a bank account in Gringotts, simply to be told they can't find his account. Then back to Aleks. The first time they properly talked to each other after that shift. Both bent over the counter as they figured out a menu.
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「 Tessa Bellerose-Hartt 」slytherin alumna • famed entrepeneur
27 y/o
Witch
Businesswoman
Single
The sudden memories that Tessa finds herself living through are fast, but she catches everything she thinks is important. What stands out to her most is the blond man. She recognizes the figure no matter how quickly he disappeared. She's more hung up on that than the memories of Aleks, but she definitely intends to circle back to it at some point. "Your name isn't Tommy, it's Julian Ritchard. You aren't Italian, you're English. You aren't living the bachelor life, you're a father of twins: Claire and Fabian. Aleks? She's a Russian royal. You? You're a criminal. Ever heard of The Black Parade? Sabrina le Fey? That's who you work for. You never went to Durmstrang, you studied at and graduated from Hogwarts. Merlin's sake, Julian, you were a Gryffindor. Those memories of yours were planted by someone that doesn't like me very much. You're really going to sit there and look at me like you don't know what I'm talking about? Like you aren't capable of getting your own memories back? Give me a fucking break. You might've fallen into the role of a housewife, but you're a competent wizard." Tessa reaches forward, picking at the corner of the tape covering his mouth and ripping it off in one go. Hopefully it'll hurt. He deserves it for making her worry as much as he has. "Well?"
Message Me • 00:20, 13 January 2021 (UTC)
— Tommy Costanzo Pompei
slipping away, like a bottle of wine.
[ AGE ] twenty eight. [ SPECIES ] squib.
[ CAREER ] kitchenhand. [ RELATIONSHIP ] taken.
When the memories stopped he took in quick breathes as he regained himself. As Tessa began to speak, he began to shake his head, again and again, as if he was trying to stop her words from entering his head. That can't be true. It couldn't be true. He'd never heard of any of them besides Aleks (obviously). But he wasn't a complete fool. Maybe he was in denial but even he saw how his own memories disintegrated. But could that be true? His face scrunched up as the tape was ripped off and he pulled away from her as best he could. "I don't-I don't know how-who even are you, then? To me?" Tommy hadn't put two and two together. His face was stinging and he rolled his jaw to try and get rid of the tingling. "It can't be true, I...I wouldn't be a criminal. I don't hurt people. I don't...." it was a lot of information to process. Tommy-Tommy...Tommy. "I'm a father?" He asked, bleakly. He sat there, his head spinning, trying to piece it all together. "Am I...am I a good one? I don't...I think I'm going to be sick." There was a stern do not from Henri at the simple idea of him being sick. "Julian," he whispered but the name was foreign on his lips, hard. "Julian."
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「 Tessa Bellerose-Hartt 」slytherin alumna • famed entrepeneur
27 y/o
Witch
Businesswoman
Single
Tessa lets him have his little emotional moment, and while it does soften her up a little, she's filled with an incredible fury and the need to unleash hell upon Nikita. "That's..." Tessa trails off. She purses her lips. A part of her doesn't want to answer while Henri is the room — Henri, who now knows so much more about her than Tessa would have ever wanted her to — but he's clearly having a dilemma that she needs to draw him out of as soon as possible if she doesn't want him to have permanent issues. "I'm your kids' mother," she replies curtly. "I'm a friend." His insistence that he wouldn't hurt people and thus that makes his criminal career impossible makes her raise an eyebrow. "You don't hurt people, but stealing and turning your head the other way isn't any better. Neither is being a Parader." His question makes her face loosen up again, and she nods slightly in response to his question. "You are. They adore you." The prospect of him getting sick does make her take a precautionary step backwards, and she waves a hand, conjuring a bin he can hurl into rather than the floor. She lowers him for good measure, too. "Yes. Julian Ritchard, with the short hair, and..." She tries to avoid sounding judgmental. "...a better sense of fashion."
Message Me • 18:58, 17 January 2021 (UTC)
— Tommy Costanzo Pompei
slipping away, like a bottle of wine.
[ AGE ] twenty eight. [ SPECIES ] squib.
[ CAREER ] kitchenhand. [ RELATIONSHIP ] taken.
"What? My clothes aren't that bad. They're not gucci or anything but I don't really have the money to afford that sort of stuff," he mumbled, the comment briefly taking him out of his own head to survey what he was wearing. "Look, I-" he trailed off as that brief moment of clarity was enough to calm down his heart rate and become a little more rational. "Do you have a photo of him? Not that I don't believe you-" he doesn't "-but more proof the merrier," he said with a humourless laugh. "And you're my baby mum? You really think I'm going to believe that I was able to have kids with you?" So Tommy, it seemed, had self esteem issues. Was this something that had carried over from Julian? Yes. Julian was just better at hiding it. He did appreciate feeling his feet on the ground again and whilst he looked a little too pale, and breathing hard, he didn't do anythng more and didn't go near the bucket. "So I'm a thief? Right..."
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「 Tessa Bellerose-Hartt 」slytherin alumna • famed entrepeneur
27 y/o
Witch
Businesswoman
Single
"Yes you do," she replies immediately, raising an unimpressed eyebrow. His request isn't surprising, but it's irritating nonetheless as it indicates he isn't particularly inclined to believe him, try as he might to convince her otherwise. His wording gives it all away. "A picture of you? ...yes, I do." Tessa hesitates at first — this could go so wrong — but she takes a leap of faith by pulling her phone out of her back pocket. She unlocks it, swiping for the photo gallery app and unlocking one of the many locked folders. She pulls up a picture of Julian and the twins at the beach from a few weeks before he went missing. "This was about a year ago. You took them down to the beach but forgot sunscreen, so you all came looking like tomatoes." She'd been pissed at him about it for a solid two weeks. No amount of magic was enough to save him and the kids from the pain of moving. "Oh for Merlin's sake, Julian." Tessa's patience has never been good, but now it's worse than ever, apparently. She reaches out again, placing both hands on his head to immerse him in memories he shares with her and the kids. First days of school, cooking dinner with Fabian, dancing with Claire, some of his missions with Tessa — she tries to condense years worth of memories into this single moment, hoping it snaps something in his head. She's trying not to think about the blatant insecurity worn on his tone. If she does, she'll get too distracted trying to figure out the why of it. "Anything?"
Message Me • 03:01, 19 January 2021 (UTC)
— Tommy Costanzo Pompei
slipping away, like a bottle of wine.
[ AGE ] twenty eight. [ SPECIES ] squib.
[ CAREER ] kitchenhand. [ RELATIONSHIP ] taken.
It'd be so easy, wouldn't it? To give him the memories, have it trigger something and then all of it would come rushing back to him. Unfortunately, the moment she started giving him the images, the memories, his head began to throb, ache, like he was coming down from a night of drinking nothing but straight tequila. He tried to shake her off, not because he couldn't handle the images, or he didn't believe her, but because it hurt. His head began to throb, right at the front of his head, and his vision blurred to the point where it felt like he lost it completely. As the memories continued, the pain got worse, to the point where the throbs had turned into hard pulsations and he was going to pass out again. He'd never experienced a migraine but this was surely like it. "Stop," he choked out as he tried to pull away from Tessa again, "I believe you. I believe you-" he couldn't get anything more out as he gasped for air.
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「 Henri Rhee 」Owner of Imperial Theatre • A Retired Criminal
35
Witch
Store Owner
Divorced
"Tessa," she said as she leant forward, like she was going to drag the other woman off the guy. Look-she didn't want to torture him or be part of that. "Something's wrong." Maybe it was a water is wet sort of statement but she wasn't going to be useless either. Any second more and she might get physical with the legilimen.
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「 Tessa Bellerose-Hartt 」slytherin alumna • famed entrepeneur
27 y/o
Witch
Businesswoman
Single
Even Henri wasn't immune to Tessa's aggressions and hostility. At the stop, of course she had pulled away. The only thing she does is try to use magic to clear Julian's airways and make it easier for him to get some air. But as good-intentioned as Henri might be, her input isn't desired in that moment. Tessa perceives it as condescension, which she's dealt with enough times in her life to last a lifetime. When she turns towards the woman, it takes everything in her power to not hex her. "Your services are no longer required." Tessa steps back, conjuring an inconspicuous brown satchel bag. She drops it on a chair to her left. Inside it is a hefty amount of money — certainly more than Tessa had promised for Julian's return. She's being generous, considering how little work Henri really put into finding him, as far as Tessa believes. She turns towards her children's father and begins to move to undo his restraints. Without looking at the other woman, she continues. "I trust you won't tell anyone of our business together?"
Message Me • 05:28, 19 January 2021 (UTC)
「 Henri Rhee 」Owner of Imperial Theatre • A Retired Criminal
35
Witch
Store Owner
Divorced
Henri pursed her lips as the other woman looked at her, not stepping down. Whether it be stupidity or stubbornness, Henri wasn't the type to concede to someone, even if it was Tessa Bellerose. She was going to reply to her question but was distracted by Tommy. Tommy, who as soon as the restraints were lifted, slumped forward, his hand clumsily grabbing at Tessa's shoulder as he ended up emptying his stomach all over the ground, his throbbing head not getting better, even with the magic. Considering Tessa's close vicinity to him, she might have been in the firing line. However, somewhat fortunately, he hadn't eaten much in the past day and most of it was fluid. His vision was still blurring and his ears were ringing. "S-s-sorry," he gasped out. Henri, meanwhile, was lighting another cigarette as she took in another drag. Well, at least he didn't get anything that was of value to her. The ground can easily be clean, it wasn't carpet. "I have no interest in getting any more involved than I already have," she said. "So no, I won't be telling anyone. And I hope I never see either of your faces again."
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「 Tessa Bellerose-Hartt 」slytherin alumna • famed entrepeneur
27 y/o
Witch
Businesswoman
Single
Remind Tessa to cook up his favorite dinner once they're out of this mess. The idea of Henri having to deal with the lingering stench makes her lips twitch upwards as she turns back towards J. She narrowly avoided getting his vomit all over, thankfully, and side-stepping it wasn't a problem. Disapparating poses a new problem. She looks up at Henri, quirking an eyebrow. "Mind undoing your spells?" She probably could at least try to do it herself, but she doesn't see the need to go through the trouble when Henri is right there.
Message Me • 01:17, 20 January 2021 (UTC)
「 Henri Rhee 」Owner of Imperial Theatre • A Retired Criminal
35
Witch
Store Owner
Divorced
"No, the front door is perfectly usable, I'm sure you remember how you got in?" She asked as she flicked her hand and any remnant of Tommy's stomach disappeared. It appeared in her ex's house but whatever. With that she took another drag and jerked her head towards the stairs. "I'm sure you can carry him if he can't walk. He wasn't exactly heavy." Henri was getting tired of this now and really just wanted Tessa to leave but she was also stubborn and the wards were a bitch to pull down then back up again.
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