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Nice France


Located in the French Riviera, the clear air and soft light have particularly appealed to notable painters. Their work is commemorated in many of the city's museums, including Musée Marc Chagall, Musée Matisse and Musée des Beaux-Arts. International writers have also been attracted and inspired by the city.

nice, france
in the french riviera

Roleplay[]

Malia and Etta[]

Malia WB New

Malia Sakellarioshead of slytherin • the living legend

「 Age 」
37 y/o
「 Species 」
witch
「 Occupation 」
charms professor
「 Relationship 」
completely enchanted

Figuring out the logistics to make this getaway with her girlfriend feasible hadn't been as hard as she expected it to be. Lena was very willing to take in all the girls, and, to the surprise of next to nobody, Paris had been gleeful over the prospect of spending two weeks with his best friend. The break from the kids was incredibly welcome, and, as expected, her and Etta have already been making the most of it. Admittedly, this is the first time they've left the hotel since the day they checked in, but that definitely hasn't stopped them from making it a memorable trip. They're going on day five now — a record, she thinks — and they've finally found it in themselves to actually explore the city. It's what they've been doing most the day, barring the brief moment while Etta lost herself in a quaint little bookstore in the heart of the city. Malia saw a chance there and took it to organize what they're getting to now: an evening picnic with a gorgeous view of the ocean. She's proud the set-up and hopes Etta loves it as much as she does. As it finally comes into view, she glances out the corner of her eyes, a smile slowly spreading on her face. "And this would be our stop," she announces finally.

Message Me • 23:52, 25 December 2020 (UTC)

Ettawb

Etta Van der HoekDeputy Headmistress • The Danish puzzler

「 Age 」
35
「 Species 」
Witch
「 Occupation 」
Professor
「 Relationship 」
Happily Engaged!

Malia may say that Paris being excited for the next two weeks was not a surprise but she could speak for herself. Etta had thought this trip would be a little bit more difficult than it actually had been. She'd been slow to introduce Paris to Malia and everyone. Paris had always been just a little possessive. Which Etta didn't mind-she loved him for it. But it meant the idea of spending two weeks away from him was enough to push her nerves into overdrive. Maybe she was expecting him to be more nervous because she was projecting. Maybe. Another reason Etta will never leave Hogwarts is because she also has attachment issues to Paris. But the surprise was a welcome surprise and Etta was glad that they had come. No, not glad-overjoyed. It was heaven to spend time alone with Malia and not have to worry about anything else. Exploring the city had, honestly, been a welcome event and Etta had spent most of the day happily getting lost in the streets and the book store. If Malia hadn't convinced her to leave, she might still be in there at that very moment. Still, soon she was standing at the top of a mountain with a view that took her breath away. "You did all this for us?" She breathed out, "it's beautiful, Malia-thank you."

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Malia WB New

Malia Sakellarioshead of slytherin • the living legend

「 Age 」
37 y/o
「 Species 」
witch
「 Occupation 」
charms professor
「 Relationship 」
completely enchanted

Something that has amused Malia from the day they first met all those years ago is how possessive Paris really is. She's known him from a distance, briefly as Etta's coworker, then as her friend, and at some point, her really close friend. Malia's never minded, per se. She has nearly a complete quidditch team, so she knows what it's like to worry your child might reject new partners or, potentially even worse: get attached. But not one of them are as possessive as Paris. In the same breath, though, Malia was once just like him, and even she had needed her breaks from her family to recharge. If she had, at his age, been told she could spend two weeks with Lisbeth and Owen, or Lena? She'd have jumped on the opportunity. So suffice to say, she'd expected it and understandably tried to warn her girlfriend. It was equally as amusing to see Jules not believe her and just worry, phoning him every single day before his "bedtime". (She's mothered five teenagers. She damn well knows that boy is not going to sleep at 10:00PM on a summer night spent at his best friend's.) Ultimately, it's all very endearing and just makes Malia want to make their small, blended family official even more. "What, you're surprised?" she enquires, feigning offense. She smiles regardless and leans down, pressing a lingering kiss to her cheek. "You deserve all this and more."

Message Me • 06:49, 26 December 2020 (UTC)

Ettawb

Etta Van der HoekDeputy Headmistress • The Danish puzzler

「 Age 」
35
「 Species 」
Witch
「 Occupation 」
Professor
「 Relationship 」
Happily Engaged!

Etta enjoyed those night time calls. She liked hearing updates and not worry that England was currently on fire...actually, it wasn't her who needed to worry about that. That was Malia. The worst Paris could do was smuggle himself onto a boat to France or something. Zoe...honestly, who knows what she was currently getting up too. She'd been waiting to hear what mischief Zoe was getting into. Especially since her partner in crime, Felton, was now the one breaking every rule in the book. Once, Felton had been drawing Zoe back but now with both unchecked? Yes, England was going to be on fire and Etta was waiting for that call. When Malia leant down and kissed Etta's cheek, her lips automatically pulled up into a smile and she slipped her hand into Malia's. "Maybe I'll just never grow tired of remembering that I have you," Etta responded before turning her head to properly kiss Malia. Or maybe Etta just forgets it's normal to expect people to do things for her rather than running around doing things for everyone else. "This is beautiful, min elskede. I couldn't have wished for more." Malia's everything Etta deserves. She doesn't need anything more. "I hope you don't think I haven't gotten anything in store for you." Etta doesn't but she can work on her feet quickly. She knows places around here.

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Malia WB New

Malia Sakellarioshead of slytherin • the living legend

「 Age 」
37 y/o
「 Species 」
witch
「 Occupation 」
charms professor
「 Relationship 」
completely enchanted

Malia does have reason to worry, but unlike her girlfriend, she's been completely disconnected from her children, having decided it was the best thing she could do for her mental wellness. Lena is a capable mother, and even though she'll have to put up with Zoë's resentment, she has faith her ex can handle their daughter's poor attitude. Being honest, this is the most relaxed she's felt since before the twins were born, and that says a lot about the state her children have left her in. Kaia Yaxley's infidelity scandal snapping Felton out of his good boy image? Yeah, something else Malia wasn't thinking about. Otherwise, she might feel compelled to reach out somehow. Her phone had run out of battery the same day they arrived, and she just hadn't bothered to recharge it to combat any unforseen urges to check in; Lena knew to contact Etta if it was an emergency. It was a good idea, all in all. Knowing her daughters, she'd be bombarded at the worst moments with calls — moments like now, as she bends to meet her halfway for a soft kiss. "One day you will," she assures her as she draws back, laughing quietly. Etta's validation has Malia's face heating up. She can't wrap her head around the fact that Etta is finally hers (again), even though it's been some time now. "I didn't do this because I wanted anything back," she replies. Malia certainly didn't expect anything but she wouldn't say no to a more physical thank you once they returned to their hotel and wanted to make sure the other woman knew as much. She guides Etta down a small path between the rocks to reach their final destination, and once they do, she leans in to kiss her cheek again. (She can't help herself!) "I just wanted to remind you how much I love you and appreciate spending time with you when it's just us."

Message Me • 01:14, 29 December 2020 (UTC)

Ettawb

Etta Van der HoekDeputy Headmistress • The Danish puzzler

「 Age 」
35
「 Species 」
Witch
「 Occupation 」
Professor
「 Relationship 」
Happily Engaged!

Etta had been slowly bringing up the idea of reaching out to the Yaxley's, especially after the infidelity event. Etta had found out in the Prophet about, well, what happened with C-C something. It seems Felton wasn't quite handling everything-Etta's heart did go out to him. This can't be easy. She'd thought about sending him an owl but decided against it. It wasn't appropriate and he probably wanted space instead of getting letters about it from one of his teachers. However, the family was related to Malia (something Zoe and Felton had figured out in the middle of Transfigurations years ago. They were very loud about this revelation) and she thought it might be good if they all reconnected. Etta was finding no reason on why they shouldn't. There didn't seem to be any ill blood between any of them. They were just raised in different countries. But she hadn't pushed it, especially during this trip. This was just for them. Another thing Etta was constantly reminding herself was that acts of kindness towards her needed to be returned. Her old marriage had a sort of tally system. She had to pay him back one way or another for everything he did. She once had to scour for the money to pay him back for the ring. She was told it was half but later found out she paid the entire thing off. So her first reaction seemed to be doing something in return. Which was something that she needed to get over-she knew that-but it was still a small surprise hearing Malia telling her she didn't want anything back. If Etta was honest-she felt like she really started her life at the age of twenty five. Started having the proper life experiences every one else seemed to have during their teenage years and early twenties. But what's the rush? "Well," she said as Malia kissed her cheek again, her lips unable to pull down from the smile, "I appreciate you in any way I can have you. Thank you. This means the world to me-how did you find this place?" Etta only asked because she hadn't seen Malia go off an explore. Her hand was still interwoven with Malia's-she wasn't really planning to let go-with her eyes scanning on the view. It was a good view, a very pretty view-but she's seen better.

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Malia WB New

Malia Sakellarioshead of slytherin • the living legend

「 Age 」
37 y/o
「 Species 」
witch
「 Occupation 」
charms professor
「 Relationship 」
completely enchanted

Malia wasn't necessarily against any kind of family reunion. However distantly she was related to the Yaxleys — which, as it turns out, wasn't as distantly as she thought, according to the DNA test Zilya had insisted on doing less than a year ago — something she'd always lamented was not appreciating her family while she still had them. So to find out she had more than just Natassa was certainly something she planned to broach with her sister sooner rather than later. Even more now that Zoë and Felton seemed to be getting closer by the day. It was inevitable, she supposes, bearing in mind the fact that they're cousins. If Etta were to mention it, there's a big possibility it'd give Malia the final push she needs to really approach her cousin, but as it is, it's something she's still really considering. It has a lot to do with her own traumas and nothing to do with any ill feelings against the Yaxleys. She's just wary after having her family ripped out of her arms not once, but twice. If it happens again, sure, she has Etta to help her through the grief of it all, but she isn't so sure she could really carry that kind of emotional weight. So again — a standstill. She doesn't plan to dwell on it again until they return, either, because frankly, she still has a lot of surprises up her sleeve for the duration of their trip and this kind of conversation isn't something she wants dwelling on her mind until they return. And speaking of — "What, you don't think I planned meticulously before booking the trip? You're wounding me a little here, my love," Malia's response is swift and amused, contrasting her somber expression sharply. "Oh, no, I'm not going to reveal all my secrets. Not when there's more still to come," she adds a few seconds later. The serious look on her face melts, and she grins, relishing in the comforting feeling of peace and tranquility that she's learned to associate with Etta's company. The same feeling you get after a long day of working. Home. Except it isn't really some theoretical idea anymore; it's real and it's Etta. "I'm sure you prefer appreciating me in other ways, though." Malia can't help herself when she makes the little quip, or the cheeky kiss to her girlfriend's lips. Shortly after, she settles on the blanket she's laid out, very careful to accidentally knock over the bottles or any of the plates already set up.

Message Me • 01:41, 30 December 2020 (UTC)

Ettawb

Etta Van der HoekDeputy Headmistress • The Danish puzzler

「 Age 」
35
「 Species 」
Witch
「 Occupation 」
Professor
「 Relationship 」
Happily Engaged!

Just before Malia would have kissed her, Etta turned her head to the side so Malia's lips probably would have landed on her cheek. "I don't know what you mean," Etta responded rather coyly, laying down onto the blanket, as she waved her hand so the two glasses hovered into the air and wine was soon being poured into them. She wasn't the charms professor for so many years for nothing. "More to come? Now you're just spoiling me. You know I'm more than happy to stay right here with you for the rest of the time," she said, shamelessly flirting with her girlfriend now. What? Could you blame her? "So there's absolutely no room for anything spontaneous? I'm excited to see what you have in store. I still think you're spoiling me." Etta would eventually push for the reconnection but not right now. She didn't care for the Yaxley's. Not when she could simply relax into Malia's presence and listen to her voice as much as she wants. "It hasn't changed," she mused as she looked out, "not since we were last here. Well, I've been here once or twice. Not here exactly but in other places." Etta consciously went looking for him once. But sometimes, when she does those summer trips with Paris, sometimes she'll find herself looking again. Leaving Paris asleep in the hotel room as she goes to places who might be able to help her. Nothing, of course. He could be anywhere in the world, let alone Europe. "But nothing's changed. Timeless. I like it-timeless. Like everything will be okay. You know?"

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Malia WB New

Malia Sakellarioshead of slytherin • the living legend

「 Age 」
37 y/o
「 Species 」
witch
「 Occupation 」
charms professor
「 Relationship 」
completely enchanted

"Oh, really? That's the game you want to play?" Malia's jaw drops a little, admittedly a little surprised by Etta's willpower. She was starting to think that was a thing of the past after everything they'd gotten up to these past few days. She tuts and shakes her head, but is unable to bite back the smile that's right back on her face. "In my defense," she starts, finding it imperative she interjects. "I can't not spoil you. We don't know when we'll have the opportunity for another getaway, not to mention you know I love showering you with my love in any way I can." There's a moment of silence as Etta continues to speak, and Malia's smile widens a little when she thinks of the last trip they had taken. Another good trip, even considering the frustrating events that had transpired shortly after returning. Thinking of Lena's return will always leave a bitter taste in her mouth for an abundance of reasons. "Well, for what it's worth," Malia chimes in as she plucks a cherry from the small bowl already set there to pop into her mouth. "Everything will be okay. Between us, with the kids... we'll be okay." She's still wrapping her head around the fact that she can even utter those words. They've come so far that she's just mesmerized by how they were able to get through it all and still find their way back to each other. "I'm not going anywhere, not again."

Message Me • 21:27, 30 December 2020 (UTC)

Ettawb

Etta Van der HoekDeputy Headmistress • The Danish puzzler

「 Age 」
35
「 Species 」
Witch
「 Occupation 」
Professor
「 Relationship 」
Happily Engaged!

"Again, I really don't know what you mean," Etta said with a small snicker, quietly laughing at her girlfriend as she tuts. Not quite taking Malia seriously. At the reminder that they had such limited time, Etta bit down onto her bottom lip. "At least, with you retiring from quidditch, we won't be struggling to find time for one another. Hopefully. Not like anyone will stop you from visiting Hogwarts." No one stopped her before. Etta had been quietly relieved when Malia said she was done with professional quidditch. Etta could barely handle watching Hogwarts level quidditch-related injuries let alone injuries caused under the professional context. So Etta was completely supportive when Malia told her she wanted to step back. "For once, you know, I'm not looking forward to the start of the school year." Etta would stay here for the rest of her life if she could. But-she could only handle abandoning one son let alone two so maybe not. "I hope not. I don't know what I'd do if-if you left again." Then again, Malia could break Etta's heart ten times over and Etta would let her back in. Malia was worth all the pain the universe could throw at them. "Never again. And I'm sure the kids will be fine and more. They'll take our breaths away." Etta wasn't sure what she did to have the universe grace her with Malia, especially Malia's love, but she was glad it did.

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Malia WB New

Malia Sakellarioshead of slytherin • the living legend

「 Age 」
37 y/o
「 Species 」
witch
「 Occupation 」
charms professor
「 Relationship 」
completely enchanted

The reminder of her imminent retirement, yet to be formally announced, makes Malia frown a little. She was looking forward to settling down, and had been for a long time, but it feels weird to think that after nearing three decades playing quidditch and coaching it, it was all over now. It made her feel old. Objectively, she knows she is, but it's just unsettling to think about. She has to say, though, she's looking forward to picking up a hobby or two and devoting more time to spell creation. It's always been a field that's intrigued her. "Somehow I don't think Silas would say no to either one of us," Malia agrees, nodding. It's not like she'll make a habit of distracting her while she's working, but she also doesn't think she has the capability of not visiting every other day — especially during the week, when she expects to see much less of her. "Merlin, Jules, you might just be the only person I know who's so happy about devoting three-fourths of her year to a school," she remarks, shaking her head slightly out of amusement. Her pocket feels a little bit heavier with Etta's every word. Realistically, she knows Etta has no way to know her intentions for the trip, but hearing her speak about their future together so freely still has a certain effect on Malia. She tries not to dwell on it too much and pops another cherry into her mouth, taking a moment to savor it. It's not like it's going to be a surprise, per se; there are things she knows they still need to discuss that they've yet to really brush up on. "Don't jinx us like that," she reprimances lightly, wincing. "I'm not so sure I can handle any more of Zoë's recklessness. I'd like to be able to breath, for one." Malia pauses for a second. Well, no time like the present. "But while we're on the topic..."

Message Me • 00:12, 31 December 2020 (UTC)

Ettawb

Etta Van der HoekDeputy Headmistress • The Danish puzzler

「 Age 」
35
「 Species 」
Witch
「 Occupation 」
Professor
「 Relationship 」
Happily Engaged!

Etta still felt quite young though, really, she was barely any younger than Malia but only thirty five-she was in her prime. Or so she felt. But, quite frankly, she was glad for more than the whole quidditch is dangerous reasoning. She didn't have to share Malia's attention. Of course, she's sharing Etta's with school but that's not important. "It's exciting starting a new year! Everyone is always so bright and happy, not as tired as they are by the end of it, and meeting all the new first years...it's the only good time of the school year. Not that I hate my job by the end of the semester," Etta said with a smile but then it froze as she was reminded of Zoe's recklessness. This doesn't sound good. "While we're on the topic of...Zoe? Is she coming back this year? Or has she done something else?" Thank Merlin they were on the other side of France. If they were on the side, say near Calais, then they might have seen the fires across the water. But no, they couldn't see anything from Nice and that was an absolute blessing. It's funny how even the hint of something can cause the greatest terror.

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Malia WB New

Malia Sakellarioshead of slytherin • the living legend

「 Age 」
37 y/o
「 Species 」
witch
「 Occupation 」
charms professor
「 Relationship 」
completely enchanted

"I suppose I can relate just a bit," Malia relents, partly because it's Etta and partly because it's true. Back when she was Quidditch Captain, it was exciting catching up with her teammates and being able to plan the try-outs as well as the first practices of the season. As a mother, that excitement quickly was attributed to getting a break from her daughters, but ever since Zoë had started her rebellious phase, it had turned more frequently into a constant worry about what trouble she might be getting herself into. Now that she's finally mellowed out, Malia is starting to think she's going to come to detest the start of term, if only because it'll cut Etta's free time by more than half. So, y'know, there's a lot of mixed feelings there, but she can sympathize just enough. "New first years?" she echoes, suddenly humorous. "Am I to expect a little cluster of children for family dinner every weekend?" It's a playful quip, really. Malia loves Etta's generosity and her big heart. When her girlfriend pauses, smile wavering just a bit, Malia's brow furrows. What could — oh. "Finally, yes," she nods. "I spoke with her recently, and with the other girls." Malia pauses for a second, thinking carefully about how to continue; she doesn't want Etta to think this is a spur of the moment kind of conversation, because it's absolutely something that's been on her mind for months now. "I want you in my life, Etta. Permanently. And so do the girls. I know we haven't been together again for very long —" Iliana made some interesting and frankly amusing jokes about that, but this isn't the time for her to get into that. "— but I've loved you for so long, and known you for even longer. The idea that we're just — Merlin, I guess just girlfriends — and that I could lose you at any time like I lost you half a decade ago... I can't really stomach it. I don't want to. Yes, I know I can live without you, but I don't want to. Every day you remind me that there's so much to live for and so much love to give, and I don't want to experience any other second of it knowing that you aren't mine for good. Not legally." Malia extends a hand, lacing her fingers with Etta's. "There's a lot we haven't spoken about and there's a lot of factors to consider, but through it all, I want you — all of you — and no matter what happens, I don't want that to ever change. I never thought I'd get a happy ending, but then you came along and destroyed every preconceived notion I had. I've always been skeptical about soulmates, but God, Etta, if there's even the slightest chance that they're real and Zeus made us with four arms, four legs and a head with two faces, then it's you. It's always been you, and it always will be." Malia knows she unloaded a lot, but this is a moment of vulnerability for her, and she's really lucky she didn't get as emotional as she expected to get. She lets go of Etta's hand briefly to fish out a small box from her pocket, and when she does, she opens it gently and lifts it slightly to present to her girlfriend. "What do you say?"

Message Me • 00:00, 1 January 2021 (UTC)

Ettawb

Etta Van der HoekDeputy Headmistress • The Danish puzzler

「 Age 」
35
「 Species 」
Witch
「 Occupation 」
Professor
「 Relationship 」
Happily Engaged!

Etta expected this conversation to continue on a very different path than what it turned into and she didn't, initially, put two and two together. Even then, she didn't quite believe her own building theories until Malia pulled out the box and she stared down at it with wide eyes (admittedly, her eyes were always perpetually big and doe-like so she probably looked the same as ever) and she opened her mouth then closed it. Of course, she never pulled away from Malia when she held her hand but laced her fingers through Malia's without thinking twice. Everything was perfect-Malia was perfect. What reason was there to say no? Etta would happily elope if it wasn't for-if it wasn't for the skeletons in her closet. There's a lot we haven't spoken about. That was very true. Conversations Etta's been trying to bring up but then she'd be distracted and push it back. Another day. Tomorrow. Next week. After school ends. After this holiday. Excuses. Maybe the reason she was thinking about him more was because she subconsciously knew that this was going to happen and her undying guilt would return in small pieces. Was she wrong to say yes? Did she deserve saying yes to happiness? Was this just foolish insecurities? She'd never taken opportunities over the years. Didn't fight Malia going back to Lena, let Oberon move away, didn't put herself out there. She let all those opportunities pass away because of the small constant thought that she didn't deserve it. How could she move on from William and live her life when he could be lying in an unmarked grave? Alone in a system? In a family who doesn't love him? But telling Malia no would-would break her heart even more. And Etta's heart has been broken so many times-she doesn't know if she has it in her to let Malia go again. Even if it was selfish of Etta. This should be the happiest moment of her life and it was-it was. And she knew Paris would be telling her off if Etta let Malia slip through her fingers (again) and she'd never forgive herself for that either. Paris-Paris was her first selfish act in a long time. She took him in. Surely, if she was so willing to have another son then William would forgive her for Malia? But would Malia want anything to do with her? "Soulmates, huh?" She asked with a small smile as her hands wrapped around Malia's hand that held the box. "You know, I-I never thought I'd get a happy ending either. Well, this isn't really an ending. It's-it would be a happy beginning. But for so long, I never-" Etta stopped before she started rambling and might actually start crying. Etta took in a shaky breath before her eyes finally slid onto Malia's face and smiled. It wasn't a sad smile but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Malia, I love you with everything I have. And I know that's not much but whatever love I can muster is all for you. And I want to say yes, I do. It's everything I want. You're everything I ever wanted but-you're right, there's a lot of things we haven't talked about and-I don't want to-I don't want to marry you and then watch you realise that you regret everything when you see how much baggage I have. There's...there's things you don't know about me that I should have told you so long ago. But I couldn't bear it. I couldn't bear marrying you then watching you come to hate me. I've seen it happen before and I couldn't bear it. I couldn't bear seeing it happen with you. So if I say yes, I need...I need to know that you love me for everything that I am and everything that I use to be. Even the ugly parts." Etta could feel a lump forming in her throat and she hated this. She didn't want to do this. She wanted to stay in the bliss of a fantasy where she was ignoring reality. But she could only ignore reality for so long.

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Malia WB New

Malia Sakellarioshead of slytherin • the living legend

「 Age 」
37 y/o
「 Species 」
witch
「 Occupation 」
charms professor
「 Relationship 」
completely enchanted

Malia had put her heart out on the line for her small speech, and even though she would have understood and respected Etta's rejection, it'd have broken her heart. Even her slight hesitance had Malia bracing for the worst. She's lost more than enough people already; losing Etta might've pushed her over the edge, even if she'd put on a brave face and promised to wait for her. It's true that she doesn't know about the skeletons in her girlfriend's closet, but she feels inclined to believe she's dealt with much worse than whatever Etta fears will change her perspective of her. Mental illnesses, psychiatric hospitalizations, deaths. Surely whateve this is, Malia can help her through it. But as it is, she acknowledges and understands that she doesn't know and consequently shouldn't jump to conclusions. Whatever it is must be big and important to have Etta hesitating like this. "What, do you think any different?" Malia challenges lightly, moreso to avoid caving into the swirl of emotion that she knows would grab a hold of her and choke her into submission. Etta's insecurities, as present as ever, still manage to pierce Malia's heat in spite of her best intentions to assuage them all this time. She licks her bottom lip as she mulls over what to say. She is rubbing circles into Etta's hand, mostly a habit she'd picked up once again after all this time. It's meant to be comforting and reassuring, a silent promise that she'll be there to pick her up whenever she feels at her lowest, constant and unwavering even when Etta's dealing with her self-esteem. "There's nothing you could say, nothing that could ever happen or come to light that will ever change how I feel about you, Etta," she says quietly, softly, and almost like she's scared that, if she speaks too loud, she'll finally shatter the moment they're sharing. She takes in a deep breath and glances upwards towards the orange skies. "When I separated from Lena, I made a promise to myself," she starts. Her voice sounds a bit distant as she reminisces over those days during the early divorce proceedings. "I've lost enough already. I already told you about my parents, my siblings... Owen, Kat, even Penelope, for a time. Losing Lena messed with me, and we've — you know, we've discussed that in part, but when I lost her again, I told myself to stop giving up so easily. Cowardice cost me my family and my need to stay in my comfort zone cost me us. I guess I never really felt like I had much to fight for because I didn't have the will or the strength to do it, but the distance from Lena — that opportunity to grow apart from the identity I made for myself as a widow — taught me that while I don't have a lot, I have myself and I have my family, and that's enough to fight for. Then you found your way back to my life, and it's given me more reason to fight for what I want, and right now, that's you." Malia lets it all settle, knowing that what she's saying shouldn't be taken lightly at all. "There is a lot we haven't discussed. I can't pretend we don't, because the reality is — we haven't really been together long enough to get into the nitty-gritty parts of who we are and how we've grown from the last time we were even together, but I do know that there's nothing you can say or do that'll change my mind about us. You could tell me you've lived a whole different life, and it wouldn't make a difference, because I love you. I'm completely and irrevocably in love with you, and as scary as it is, I wouldn't have it any other way, either. I've taken the easy road too many times to count, Etta, but God, I can't do it again. It doesn't matter what happens to us, I just know I want and need you in my life. I want to fight for us." Malia sighs, finally finding it in her heart to look back at Etta. Her eyes are glistening with unshed tears, but it isn't because she's sad. She's just coping with a lot of emotions at once, and that's enough to overwhelm even someone like her. "But if you're sure that you want to give it time, that it'll help you be sure about us, I'll wait for you for as long as it takes."

Message Me • 02:13, 1 January 2021 (UTC)

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Etta Van der HoekDeputy Headmistress • The Danish puzzler

「 Age 」
35
「 Species 」
Witch
「 Occupation 」
Professor
「 Relationship 」
Happily Engaged!

Etta let Malia speak, her eyes sliding down to the joined hands. The rubbing of Malia's thumb on her own hand. It was stabilizing and Etta's grip tightened as Malia continued to speak. As if she was refusing to let go. "I don't want to lose you. Ever. And I know-I know it's me. It's just me being insecure and afraid. And you're everything I want to fight for and I'm so, so sorry that I didn't come back sooner. I was a coward that held myself back. I still am. But I'm tired. I'm so tired of feeling like I don't deserve all the second chances that I was given because I failed my family once." Etta's heart broke for Malia when she had told Etta about the plane crash, Penelope, Owen and even Lena. Etta was never going to be a bitter ex and she very much respected the history between Malia and Lena and understood the impact Lena had on Malia's life. "What I'm trying to say is, I've seen you be so strong, grow into yourself-grow into this beautiful, strong, woman who would move heaven and earth for everyone she loves. And I'm so proud of the person you've become, and every day that I've gotten to know you deeper and deeper has been an absolute blessing. But, you know, for someone who spends so much time reading bloody Shakespeare you think I'd be better with words. But I'm not. Honestly, I really only continued with him because my parents adored him and-off topic. What I'm saying is...oh, I don't know what I'm saying. What I'm saying is, you deserve someone who does fight for you, who is just as vulnerable as you have been with me, and I just...I don't want to wait any more. I want to commit to you." Etta suddenly pulled back to reach into her purse to pull out a folded photograph that was ripped at the edges. She unfolded it, looked down at the moving image, before extending it to Malia. It was Etta, at around twenty years old but she looked older. Greasy hair that was pulled back into a bun, dark rimmed eyes that hinted to little to no sleep, and clothes that were far too big on a boney frame that was far from a healthy body. Compared to Etta now, she was almost unrecognizable, a different person. And she was a different person from a different era that Etta had long put behind her. But she wasn't the only person in the frame. In her arms was a baby boy with a shocking head of brown hair. He was, like he always was, crying and photograph Etta was doing her best to calm him down and could barely look at the photographer as she bounced him up and down to no avail. The room they were in was messy. Etta was curled onto a couch and the floor was covered in junk. There wasn't anything personal, no other images in the background. They were never like that. "That's, um, that's the only photograph I have of him. All the other ones (not that there was a lot) were thrown out by, um, my ex husband," she said before taking a deep breath as she began to wring her hands out of nerves. "Paris doesn't know. I didn't...I didn't want to make him feel like a replacement or anything like that. Because he's not. He's really not. But he was my redemption because I...I wasn't a good mother."

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Malia Sakellarioshead of slytherin • the living legend

「 Age 」
37 y/o
「 Species 」
witch
「 Occupation 」
charms professor
「 Relationship 」
completely enchanted

Malia is armed with arguments right at the tip of her tongue, but she knows these are things Etta needs to get off her chest. The best she can do now is provide the same kind of support she's already been giving her, rubbing her knuckles gently while she listens attentively to everything she has to say. She doesn't think Etta was a coward even once; it was all the identity Malia had made herself around Lena's disappearance and presumptive dead. There really was nothing Etta could have done at the time to give them a fighting chance. It's sad, but it was the reality at the time, and there's no words that'll express how grateful, relieved and happy she is that things have officially changed for them. Nonetheless, as she breaks into an off-topic mini rant, Malia's lips stretch into a fond smile, patiently waiting for her to inevitably work her way back onto the topic at hand. She has to admit, she's a little confused when Etta pulls away, and her smile falters slightly as she watches her dig into her purse for — what, exactly? Oh. Her brow furrows slightly, still bemused by what Etta's trying to show her. She takes the extended picture gingerly, holding it by the bottom middle to avoid any accidents. When she looks down — well, she certainly doesn't expect what she sees. She thinks it's Paris at first, but the reminder that Paris was adopted well into his early childhood cuts that line of thought short very quickly. It takes Malia a moment, but Etta can tell when Malia realizes what the image is showing. Etta had another son. That's — honestly, that's nowhere near what Malia expected, but to be fair, she isn't sure what she expected. Supplemented by what she says, she's a little shocked by the revelations. Malia takes a moment to compose herself, clearing her throat and licking her lip before she shakes her head. "You weren't a bad mother. I know I don't know the full story, but... you had the strength to give him up, Jules. You knew what you had to do and you did it, and as a mother, that's the best you could have done for him." Malia doesn't know if it's a welcomed gesture, but to hell with that, she thinks; Etta could use the hug. So she wraps her arm around her middle, pulling her in and dropping a kiss to the side of her head. "You're a good woman, sweetheart. You're strong and you have so much love for everyone around you. Maybe you think you weren't a good mum, but Merlin, I'm sure you did everything you could for him."

Message Me • 04:02, 1 January 2021 (UTC)

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Etta Van der HoekDeputy Headmistress • The Danish puzzler

「 Age 」
35
「 Species 」
Witch
「 Occupation 」
Professor
「 Relationship 」
Happily Engaged!

Etta melted into Malia's arms the moment she was pulled into Malia's lap and she smiled, softly, when Malia began to speak. "But that's the thing, min elskede, I didn't want to give him up. I-I didn't know what I wanted. I was so young and-" Etta released a shaky breath. And unsupported. If anyone had told this to Etta, this exact situation, then she would have rushed to tell them that it wasn't their fault. They did all they could. It wasn't their fault and maybe they should blame the husband who came home from work at eight PM then yelled about how he couldn't sleep because the baby cried. But Etta was always so quick to hold herself to a higher standard. Etta pulled back, not completely, but enough that she could still watch Malia's reaction and not be muffled by Malia's bodies. "I wish I did more. I could have done more. When-when he put him up for adoption, I wasn't involved. I didn't get involved. When I went back and tried to find him, they couldn't tell me anything because my name was nowhere on the papers and Bjorne wouldn't tell me anything, especially after the divorce and, well, after the whole restraining order situation he became a dead end. Which is still in tact which means he won't be appearing any time soon. Touch wood but he's long gone. Hopefully. He doesn't know I'm in England, he thinks I'm still in Denmark but who knows-maybe he's been keeping up with Hogwarts and their staff members. But I tried finding William again. I spent so many months going through Europe trying to find some sort of whisper but nothing. I don't even know if he's alive, let alone in a better place. Looking back, I know it was post partum depression. I was underprepared as a mother and I didn't have anyone but him. I know it sounds like I'm being too harsh, and maybe I am, no I know I am, and I know you're right. I just...I wasn't like that back then. I didn't turn into a good person when I was a teenager. I dropped out of school, I spent my time with all the different people, I was practically disowned-" now it was just spilling out of her lips "-and I lost the person that I was responsible for. I know I'm overthinking it all but William was always someone I kept locked up in my mind. Never really let myself go through that box, telling myself I was content with what I had. I had a new life, a good job, students who I could help, genuinely help and watch them grow into adults. But then you came into my life, then Paris, and everything was becoming so much better. Yet I've never felt like I was held accountable for my own mistakes."

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Malia Sakellarioshead of slytherin • the living legend

「 Age 」
37 y/o
「 Species 」
witch
「 Occupation 」
charms professor
「 Relationship 」
completely enchanted

"αγάπη μου —" Malia pauses and waits when she realizes Etta has more to say. She can't imagine going through the same things Etta did. She doesn't have the strength, she thinks. Yes, she's gotten better and all, but the mere idea of having one of her children taken from her against her will — alive, that is, although she supposes in retrospect she can generally sympathize given what happened to her several years ago. But still, by her husband? Malia's hold around Etta tightens a little, lips pursing as she digests everything she's being told. She doesn't have it in her to kill, but she has half a mind to reach out to her cousin and see what she can do from her end. The gears are already turning inside her head and she's trying to figure out how to help Etta at a capacity beyond sitting on her ass and pointlessly try to make her feel better. She deserves more effort than that. "I can reach out to Eleni," she says suddenly, sounding maybe too determined for someone who's only just been informed about Etta's situation. "And Drew. One of them must be in contact with the guy that runs Lil Bundles — Trelawney, was it? — and he might have some contacts in turn with the Danish system. I imagine he still gets kids from all over the world." Oh, how she abhorred her brief time at that place, way back when she'd just lost her family. At least it gives her some valuable insight, she supposes, however long ago that might've been. It is a relief to hear that Etta's ex is permanently gone with the help of a restraining order, but she still feels a little on edge. Maybe she should contact Octavia or Drew to make sure the order doesn't give any kind of leeway. When she knows with certainty Etta is done, she starts. "You were held accountable. You held yourself accountable every day and lived with the guilt of the actions of a man who didn't respect you or William. None of this is your fault, and yes, maybe it'll sound difficult to accept, but Jules, sweetheart, you did everything you could for him. You never gave up on him, and even today, you speak of him with so much love that I know you gave him every part of yourself that you could give. It doesn't matter if you were a good person then or if you weren't — you were good enough for him. This isn't your fault at all, and I'm proud of you for doing everything you could for that little boy." Malia would cross heaven and hell for this woman, so she knows no matter what, she needs to help Etta at least get some closure about her lost son. She's already set in it, but she does know she can't get her hopes up, so rather than immediately leap to making vows recklessly that she can't maintain, she lets them fall into a brief silence. She needs to get in contact with everyone she knows at the Ministry as soon as they return. Malia places the small, closed box besides her so she has her two hands to cradle Etta's cheeks, forcing the other woman to look at her and understand how absolutely devoted she still is to her. "Είσαι καλό άτομο, αγάπη μου. Θα έκανα τα πάντα για σένα." She doesn't expect Etta to understand what she's saying, but she says it with such resoluteness that it's hard to not realize how important it is to her, personally, to make such a bold declaration. "This doesn't change anything for me, either."

Message Me • 08:42, 1 January 2021 (UTC)

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Etta Van der HoekDeputy Headmistress • The Danish puzzler

「 Age 」
35
「 Species 」
Witch
「 Occupation 」
Professor
「 Relationship 」
Happily Engaged!

Etta knew that Malia couldn't fix any of this but that doesn't mean her words didn't console her. Malia's words had always held more weight to Etta than anyone else's. When Malia began to provide solutions, get into contact with people, Etta's heart skipped a beat because-it could work. Etta could only do so much but if the actual Minister of Magic could he-stop. Etta's hopes were already beginning to build but she stopped herself. She couldn't do it. She wasn't sure which was worse, having no closure or having her hopes and heart be broken over and over again. There was only so many times she could pick herself, and her optimism, back up. When Malia put the ring away, Etta's mind jumped to the worst conclusion but that was quickly discarded the moment Malia began to speak Greek. Etta's own hands went to wrap around Malia's hands holding her cheeks. Etta didn't know Greek, could speak a few words, but it wasn't a similar language to Danish. Norwegian and Swedish were easily understood for Etta as they both were Scandinavian. But language only had so many barriers. Etta could hear the tone, the meaning, behind each word and it almost looked like she was going to cry with the way her eyes looked a tad watery and her nose scrunched up but no tear appeared and her face soon smoothed out again. "Thank you, thank you, and I-it doesn't? You still want to marry me?" This wasn't surprising-Etta shouldn't be surprised. Maybe she was still wrapping her head around the initial proposal. "The answer is yes. That's what I think. I think I want to marry you."

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Malia Sakellarioshead of slytherin • the living legend

「 Age 」
37 y/o
「 Species 」
witch
「 Occupation 」
charms professor
「 Relationship 」
completely enchanted

Giving false hope is horrible, and Malia really doesn't mean to. She has a lot of contacts in especially high places both in and out of the government, but it doesn't mean it'll lead anywhere. All she wants to do is prove to Etta that no matter what she does or goes through, Malia will have her back. No questions asked or moments lost; she trusts her wholeheartedly. There's very little she wouldn't do for Etta. The corner of her lips hitches into a small smile, but seeing how watery Etta's gets makes her brow furrow. "Hey, come on," she whispers softly, caressing her cheeks with the pad of her thumb. Her smile only resurfaces when Malia sees her face smooth out, but some concern lingers in her head. That's something she'll have to tend to immediately after they return, but for the time being, she has more pressing matters to tend to. "Of course I do, Etta. I already told you once: nothing will ever change my mind about you," she reassures her, smiling fondly even as she leans in to press a lingering kiss to her cheek. She tips her head up slightly so her lips hover just above her ear. "My heart belongs to you. It has from the moment we first met, and I'm just sorry it took me this long to accept it." The yes has Malia's face splitting into a happy, toothy grin. Her eyes seem a little brighter, and if you've known Malia long enough, this is probably the happiest she's looked in some time. "Okay, good... yeah, good." She pats around the blanket for the ring and, when she finds it, pulls it out of the small box to slide onto her finger. "Good." Seeing the ring on Etta's finger makes an undescribable excitement bubble up in her chest, warming her. She can't believe it's happening, honestly. She never thought she'd find love again, least of all Etta's. Malia cups Etta's cheeks and leans in, pecking her lips over and over. "I love you."

Message Me • 02:24, 5 January 2021 (UTC)

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