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==Roleplay (in the pub, or backyard)==
 
==Roleplay (in the pub, or backyard)==
===Aria and Philip===
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===Margaux & Phoebe===
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{{Margaux|time=03:04, December 3, 2019 (UTC)|text= Contrast to her loud and busy surroundings, full of conversations or arguments between friends and strangers, Margaux ironically stood out for her quiet nature while on top one of the bar stools. She had only stepped inside minutes before, no drink yet ordered and sat alone. She hadn't invited anyone to meet with, despite having done so at the pub with friends—aka Caera—occasionally in the past. Looking over her shoulder, she witnessed people crossing from London to Diagon Alley, as well as the opposite, passing through the doors easily. It was perfectly legal to do so now, the barrier ending just as much as Fitzgerald's reign. Putting things back to as they should be—''normal'', and Margaux desired to do the same, but she had never seen normal England. She had never lived through a time where the country was a safe space for half-breeds such as her, because she had carelessly come for her mother during the previous minister's rule. Margaux has assumed when the Precinct fell, it would feel like a sigh of relief, but her chest still felt tight and heavy. Nevertheless, she was trying to get to know an England that was being rebuilt for the better. Flickering her eyes back in front of the bar, she looked over at woman currently serving drinks, a smirk twitching on her face at the sight. Margaux would never, ever admit to her doing so though. Waiting for the familiar face to walk over so she could order a drink, she considered if this even was a good idea. She hadn't come to see Phoebe exactly, but she knew Phoebe owned the place. She also knew there was a bar much closer to her apartment if she only just wanted drinks.}}
{{Philip|Phil= His Mum had seen some friend of hers at another table and excused herself, so Philip was sitting at a table by himself.|time=18:26, August 29, 2019 (UTC)}}
 
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{{PB1|If you asked Phoebe-she was glad Fitzgerald was gone. Honestly, the whole cleansing the wizarding world was such a headache that it just seemed less effort to just...let them be. That and, you know, the whole murder aspect was a little bit problematic, even for Phoebe. Plus, it was such an eye sore seeing that blasted barrier in her establishment. The ministry could piss off out of her own pub and just- not touch it. So she was glad she had the door too London open. She even gave the door a fresh new paint. A dark lavender with gold trims. It looked nice, if you asked Phoebe anyway. And as the owner, it was her opinion that mattered most. There was a small part of her, though, that was glad for another reason. Margaux. And how ''she'' wasn't in the precinct now and wasn't on the run. Phoebe could give you excuses-such as the dog, or how now she couldn't be arrested and her own place back to herself. But also, maybe she liked Margaux's company. Just maybe. So maybe, when she noticed Margaux walk in, she was a little bit happy too see her face. Phoebe knew exactly who was in her pub the moment they walked in, so Margaux was instantly on her radar. Of course, she didn't leap to go talk to her. Of course not. Phoebe wasn't that desperate. So she took the orders of a few other people, kept her waiting, and then waved Viola over too take over before she wandered over too Margaux. "My eyes are playing a trick on me. It can't be in Margaux sitting at my bar, could it?" She asked.}} }}
{{Bond_em7|time=18:29, August 29, 2019 (UTC)|Aria=She'd come and scoot in across from him. "Hey...Happy Christmas." She'd be dressed warmly in a knit hat, mittens, and a thick coat.}}
 
{{Philip|Phil= He smiled when she came to sit down. "Happy Christmas. How are you?"|time=18:34, August 29, 2019 (UTC)}}
 
{{Bond_em7|time=18:35, August 29, 2019 (UTC)|Aria="Good, how about you?"}}
 
{{Philip|Phil= "Good," he said. "How's your arm doing?"|time=18:37, August 29, 2019 (UTC)}}
 
{{Bond_em7|time=18:40, August 29, 2019 (UTC)|Aria=She'd give it a little stretch showing the sling was gone. "Better. I wore it over the holidays but it's healed enough now that I just need to be careful with it rather than have something to help hold it mostly still."}}
 
{{Philip|Phil= He nodded. "That's good. Will you still be able to play this year? Or is your season... kinda done?"|time=18:41, August 29, 2019 (UTC)}}
 
{{Bond_em7|time=18:43, August 29, 2019 (UTC)|Aria=She'd scoff. "Like I'd let a little thing like this stop me." She'd pause and grin her voice a little more serious. "...but thanks for asking."}}
 
{{Philip|Phil= He nodded. "I should have known as much," he said with a little smile.|time=18:45, August 29, 2019 (UTC)}}
 
{{Bond_em7|time=18:49, August 29, 2019 (UTC)|Aria=She'd nod. "So how were your holidays?"}}
 
{{Philip|Phil= "Good. We usually spend it with my Dad's sisters and their families. So I got to see my cousins. It was a good time."|time=18:54, August 29, 2019 (UTC)}}
 
{{Bond_em7|time=19:02, August 29, 2019 (UTC)|Aria=She'd nod. "Nice. Mine was similar. Had an Aunt and cousin from out of town so lots of people but overall it was good."}}
 
{{Philip|Phil= "So two more to what I already picture to be just... relatives everywhere?" He confirmed with a chuckle.|time=19:04, August 29, 2019 (UTC)}}
 
{{Bond_em7|time=19:05, August 29, 2019 (UTC)|Aria=She'd nod. "Yeah, pretty much. Good thing the castle is so big so the number of people isn't really an issue."}}
 
{{Philip|Phil= He nodded. "So what brings you to London?"|time=19:06, August 29, 2019 (UTC)~}}
 
{{Bond_em7|time=19:08, August 29, 2019 (UTC)|Aria="Quick trip to return or exchange things people got for Christmas. How about you?" She'd glance around assuming he wasn't alone.}}
 
{{Philip|Phil= "Lunch with Mum," he said, nodding to where she was chatting with a friend. "She got pulled over by someone she knows.|time=19:10, August 29, 2019 (UTC)}}
 
{{Bond_em7|time=19:12, August 29, 2019 (UTC)|Aria=She'd nod. "Ah." It seemed a bit odd that if they were doing something special like that she would have left him alone but she didn't see the need to say that. "Celebrating something or just a special lunch?"}}
 
{{Philip|Phil= "Just a lunch," he said shaking his head. "She likes to do this when I'm on break. I don't think she expected to get tied up." He chuckled. "But you're here... by yourself?"|time=19:13, August 29, 2019 (UTC)}}
 
{{Bond_em7|time=19:15, August 29, 2019 (UTC)|Aria="I'm in here by myself. My Mum and Dad and siblings are various places doing things. We'll meet up here once everyone's done to head home."}}
 
   
===Caera and Margaux===
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===Eleni and Hudson===
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{{CD|Caera wasn't exactly sure if she liked the Leaky Cauldron. As the name suggests, it was rather...leaky. A bit run down. However, over the past few months it had gotten a make over and was a lot more cleaner. Still rustic as ever but it was enough that Caera felt comfortable entering the premises. Caera liked the rustic look but didn't like having lunch and having a water droplet hit her in the middle of her forehead. Sitting in the backyard, she was taking a sip from a milkshake that looked bigger than her head. The straw was eye level to her. But it was tastey. She was meeting with Margaux. A girl who she had kept in contact with. Though maybe not her closest of friends, they were still friends.}}
 
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{{EY|Eleni slid the two foaming glasses of firewhiskey onto the table, the liquid slopping out and onto the wooden table. "My bad," she muttered, waving her hand and the spillage disappeared (if you asked Eleni, she'll tell you that she sent it to Fitzgerald's gardens). "Too celebrate a new period of healing, tolerance and love," Eleni said, grabbing one of the glasses to raise in the air. "And too refrain from maybe not dumping my drink onto other people. It was still so, so satisfying, though." She wasn't being too serious with this toast but Eleni was still riding the high she got from when she first heard the news. Evven months after, she was still inviting out Hudson to celebrate. Of course, it was also an excuse to see Hudson outside of work but Eleni didn't need too explain that.|00:09, November 1, 2019 (UTC)}}
{{Margaux|time=07:12, June 14, 2019 (UTC)|text= Margaux Lefévre was a classy lady with classy tastes. The Leaky Cauldron wasn't necessarily her cup of tea, but it was good when keeping a low profile. Any half-veela in this day and age should be keeping low profile, especially after recent events with the riot. Margaux supported it fully, but kept away for safety reasons. She wasn't too keen on the idea of ending up in a cell, or Azkaban for that matter. Stepping inside the bar, it only took a few minutes before Margaux found Caera, next to a milkshake that was just about almost as big as her. She walked over with a polite sort of smile on her face, sliding in the chair across her former classmate. "Hey. I wasn't very late, was I?"}}
 
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{{HudsonRA|Hudson had easily accepted the invitation to see Eleni outside of work. They had gotten closer and, if he was honest, he had half a mind to see if he could pursue things further than a friendship with her. Whether or not he'd be successful was up for mental debate but, for now at least, he'd enjoy her company. Laughing a little as Eleni spilled stuff, he took the drink and clinked it against Eleni's. "And to my election campaign, hopefully?" He prompted with a little laugh and a smile before taking a sip. "At least we can all breathe out now."|22:35, November 8, 2019 (UTC)}}{{EY|Eleni would be...more than open to the idea if he reached out and asked her out. It wasn't hard to have a crush on Hudson. He was the dream guy, to say the least. A gentleman, she supposed. Eleni kind of figured he'd be married by this point. Somehow-he wasn't. It was shocking to her. It really was. "Oh, of course, how could I forget that? And too your election campaign. I must say, though I might be a little biased, I think you have a really good chance of being our next minister. You already have my vote, you know that. But yes, you're right," she said, before taking a small sip of the drink. Firewhiskey wasn't something she really tried until she arrived in the UK and she still wasn't quite sure if she liked it or not. "It is time to breathe. At least for the moment."}}
{{CD|"No, I don't think so," Caera said when she heard Margaux's voice, turning her head to smile over at her. "I feel like it's been so long since I've seen you," she noted, sounding almost as if she was whining before leaning over the table to press her lips to the other girl's cheek in greeting, leaning back, still beaming. To think she'd once been jealous of the other. "I missed you."}}
 
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{{HudsonRA|Hudson had decided that, whatever the outcome of the election was, he'd ask her on an official date - one to ask if she'd want to slap a title on what they had and make it official. If he became minister They could do it as he upgraded his house. If he didn't? They could go on holiday somewhere and he'd ask her then. Either way, he was determined to make her his by the end of the year. "Being biased isn't a bad thing," He said as he took a sip of his butter beer. "Unless its in the direction of two certain somebodies - then it's an issue." He shrugged as he placed his cup down. "I hope I have a good shot - Julius is the one I'm worried about since the Tyrrell legacy in the Ministry after all."|16:56, November 11, 2019 (UTC)}}
{{Margaux|time=02:46, June 17, 2019 (UTC)|text= “I’ve missed you, too,” she replied. If one were to tell her at the beginning of seventh year that the two would be close friends and meeting up after graduation, Margaux wouldn’t know what to think. The two never had ill feelings toward each other, but more so weren’t super close until the end of the school year. Margaux was grateful for their friendship, though, especially since she was just about her only friend coming out of Hogwarts that still lived in England. “It really has been a while. How have you been?”}}
 
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{{EY|"If they are who I think they are, than you and I know both know I'd rather snap my wand than agree with them," Eleni said, sounding very serious at the statement. "He does have a strong platform," she agreed, "but so do you. It's not as if the other three actively tried to push back against ''him''. You did, though. That could work in your favour. ''But'' tonight is not the night to be stressing over your chances. I won't allow it. It's a celebration, not a meeting," Eleni said, cutting herself off just as much as she was cutting him off. She didn't want too analyse the election that she was sure Hudson would be every single night. "So are you taking anyone too the royal wedding? Or are you going stag?"}}
{{CD|”Kind of bored,” Caera confesses, “I think I’ve gotten use to freedom too much. All I’m doing is the bakery and some stuff at home. I’ve missed the Hogwarts life believe it or not. The responsibility and the classes and the people. I didn’t realise how much I liked it until I left. What about you?”}}
 
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{{HudsonRA|"I guess you're right..." Hudson never liked compliments on his career. He was proud of it by all means, one hundred percent, but being complimented on it felt weird. Maybe it was his promotion by Alistair that tainted it all; made him feel like the public didn't trust him. Still, as Eleni reminded him, he fought back against it and would be happy to tell the public of his involvement in the Shadow Ministry if it meant anything. At the mention of the royal wedding, he shrugged. He had forgotten about it, truthfully, being so focused on his campaign. "I dunno, maybe stag?" He said, taking a sip of his drink again before nodding at her, "Unless you'd like to go with me?"|08:47, November 13, 2019 (UTC)}}{{EY|Eleni was in the middle of taking a sip and she almost, ''almost'', choked when she heard the question but she quickly stopped herself. Eleni really didn't want to make a fool of herself in front of <s>her crush</s> Hudson. Putting the drink down onto the table, safe from harm, Eleni looked up at him, unsure of whether he was asking her out as a friend or on a date. Maybe she was hoping it was the latter. Eleni wasn't the greatest flirt-she was never sure if they were flirting or she was just hoping that they were flirting. "I'd be happy too," Eleni said after a moment. Was that coming off as desperate? Maybe she should play difficult. Pretend to be unavailable. People don't like it when people throw themselves at them, do they? Eleni felt like she was back in Ilvermorny again. "I'm sure it'll be fun. I don't really know anything about the royals, to be quite honest. I don't know what to expect."}}
{{Margaux|time=06:58, June 17, 2019 (UTC)|text= “That’s understandable. I miss it some, too.” Ish. Truthfully, Margaux had been ready to graduate school since day one of her seventh year, but she could still understand why Caera would miss it. “But I’m good! Recently got a position working for an art gallery. So, that’s been fun.”}}{{CD|"Oh, art gallery?" Caera asked tilting her head curiously. "Which one?" Caera asked. Really, she liked knowing where all her friends worked–just in case she was in the neighborhood, honestly. "Displaying anything?" Caera wasn't sure if Margaux was into art but she had to be somewhat if she was willing to work there...right? That was a logical conclusion. Caera thought anyway. Obviously, working for money and not interest was a foreign concept to her.}}
 
{{Margaux|time=04:23, June 21, 2019 (UTC)|text=“Monde Irisé,” she pronounced the name of the gallery with her french accent. It wasn’t as strong as it was when first moving to England, but still very clearly there. “Not displaying anything, but I’d maybe like to one day. I’m not sure.” Even though she didn’t speak of it much with others, Margaux was a large fan of art. She often painted or sketched, occasionally creating a few pieces of pottery, too. It was relaxing. Did she want to be an artist for a living? She didn’t know. Unlike Caera, the half-veela grew up believing she needed to have the ‘best’ job with the highest pay. She had been raised believing she’d try and become an auror one day, whether if she’d enjoy the job or not. It was a little difficult for her to try to become an English auror right now, though. And Margaux was still young. Not even twenty. The job she had now was great and fun, and she’ll change things up when she’s ready. She wasn’t going to pressure herself.}}{{CD|Caera almost paled at the name, her smile freezing. It wasn't anything important but she ''knew'' that gallery and it was associated with...well, ''Leta''. Feeling rather put off, Caera pushed away the milkshake. "Do you want that? It's too much for me," Caera said, her tone light. "I'm lactose intolerant so you know..." she trailed off with a shrug. As much as she loves dairy, she knows when to call it a day. Unless she wants to regret it. Her tolerance for it is slowly building though. "But I know that place. I like it. With it's Merlin paintings," Caera continued.}}
 
{{Margaux|time=05:26, June 24, 2019 (UTC)|text= Margaux could read emotions from others plenty fine, especially from Caera who couldn't hide her feelings well at all. Or, at least what Margaux had presumed from knowing the other, she guessed. Her eyebrow momentarily quirked up at the strange response and freeze of the smile, but didn't question it. She wasn't nosy like that. "Oh, really? Thank you." Margaux had no problem taking the drink from Caera if she didn't want it. It was certainly better than if the milkshake was wasted, too. She took the large drink and brought the glass to try after. "Oh, pretty good. And, yeah, it's really quite nice. How is working at the bakery, though?"}}
 
{{CD|"I love it!" Caera said with a beam. "I get to make all these treats and my boss is really cool too. I like her. It's a really nice place. I don't know how long I'll work there, though." Caera knew it made sense to work there. Maybe even open up her own bakery. But as much as she loved baking she couldn't see herself doing it for a career. She was scared she'd get bored of it and that terrified her. }}
 
{{Margaux|time=05:59, June 26, 2019 (UTC)|text= "Do you have another possible career in mind?" she asked. "I understand what you mean, though. I have no idea what I want to do in ten years, but I just reckon I'll go with the flow and see what happens." Margaux's plan was just to be happy and work hard for her job right now, honestly. It's harder and harder for half-breeds when finding jobs nowadays, so she felt quite lucky to find one so quick.}}
 
{{CD|"Oh, I don't know, maybe something in animation, but I don't know," Caera said with a shrug, "I keep thinking I have years to make the decision but then I realise I'm nearing my twenties–I kind of have to start thinking about it now, don't I?" Caera smiled softly over at her friend. "So...how's the, you know..." Caera trailed off, "precinct," she said, forcing herself to say the word. Caera knew what it was like in there. Or at least could have a good guess. Having lived in a roma and sinti camp for some years, she knew some equivalent of the precinct. "You know if you want to hide in my apartment you can." Caera didn't care if she was arrested for it, quite frankly.}}
 
{{Margaux|time=06:06, June 30, 2019 (UTC)|text= "Animation is interesting. That would be a fun career." Confusion showed on her face as Caera's trailed off at a word, but quickly understand when the other finally managed to get the word out. "I mean, well, it's not good. Clearly not. But I manage. I can get out for a good amount of time for work, so I stay out outside as long as I can without getting into any trouble." Taking another sip of the milkshake, her eyebrows just about skyrocketed at her friend's latter statement. "No, no, no," she said, quickly while putting the drink down. "That's so nice, but I couldn't put any of that on you. It's too dangerous. I'll be okay."}}{{CD|''You don't know that''. Caera held her tongue, though. She didn't know that either but–Caera could just be hopeful. Could just be optimistic. "Yeah, I'm sure you're right. He'll get booted out soon enough anyway," Caera said in an almost sing song voice. "Are you getting enough food? I read the article...if you want, I can try smuggle in a box of food. Like brownies or cookies? If you want. Would they let me do that? What if I gave them some of the brownies."}}
 
{{Margaux|time=04:34, July 8, 2019 (UTC)|text= "Hopefully," she hummed, pretending she believed the same. Though, in all honesty, Margaux didn't know what she believed. How long the minister would stay in office, and what more damage he could cause with the time he had left. "Brownies and cookies? That's really sweet, but I don't know. The aurors will probably not let you get anything through the wall but... it's fine."}}{{CD|"I can try!" Caera said with a smile. "I'm sure if I let them have a taste they'll let me through. I just need to make sure I have enough goods for everyone." Caera paused at this. How many people were in there? How long would it take Caera to bake enough for them? Guess she's sticking with brownies. They're easier to make for a lot of people.}}
 
{{Margaux|time=02:53, July 9, 2019 (UTC)|text= "Maybe," she responded. Margaux didn't believe it was possible, but she didn't want to burst her friend's bubble. She admired Caera's optimism and hopefulness. Margaux longed for a little bit of the other Slytherin Alumni's positivity. "You'd need to make a lot, though. I can help out if you end up baking them."}}{{CD|"I suppose it is as bad as she said," Caera said after a moment, uncharacteristically sober, "the population problem that is. But it's okay! There's always enough for everyone. Maybe we could look into some sort of charity organisation to help. Help with other things too. But still, if you ever need a place to crash then my door is always open. If it's as bad as they said then maybe they won't notice if one person, you know, disappears for a night or so."}}
 
{{Margaux|time=04:38, July 14, 2019 (UTC)|text= "It is," Margaux confirmed, with a nod. She wasn't going to lie; the population problem in the Precinct was a big problem. The well known article from the Daily Prophet accurately described what it was like. "Finding some charity organisation would be really helpful," said, smiling at Caera's obvious signs of care. Not only for a friend, but for every half-breed suffering in a prison. "I'll let you know if I ever need a place to stay. Thank you. That really means a lot."}}
 
{{CD|"Oh, don't worry about it!" Caera said with a beam. "I mean, I know what it's like to be in a place like that. It's not really a good place to live. I don't know what I would have done if I was in there alone. I had Titti so I was okay. I had everything I needed but...yeah, I don't know. That sort of place isn't a place I would wish upon anyone," she said with a shake of her head, looking rather somber for a moment. Of course, what she failed to mention was that she was talking about the Roma and Sinti camps in Italy. Not quite like the precinct but similar.}}
 
{{Margaux|time=05:51, July 23, 2019 (UTC)|text= Margaux's face switched to a confused expression, eyebrows scrunched together and head tilted slightly. Her and Caera were close, but she didn't really know much about Caera's past. Only the basics like her having a twin, Titti, and being Italian. Margaux was a naturally curious person, and surprised she didn't know more of Caera's childhood. "What was the place? If you don't mind me asking."}}{{CD|Caera paused as she looked over at Margaux. She was always open with her past, even though it could be rather unsavory and a depressing topic. Moreso because she felt bad. Caera had access to everyone's secrets, their minds, but it wasn't a two way street. So she tried to balance it by oversharing constantly. "A Roma and Sinti camp," Caera confessed after a moment, looking down at the table, pretending to read the menu, "you know, a gypsy camp. I don't know if you've heard of them." Most people in the magical world haven't. "They're a nomadic people who live in muggle Europe and were segregated into these small communities around Italy. Sort of like ghettos. We kind of shoved in with them for a while."}}
 
{{Margaux|time=06:35, July 30, 2019 (UTC)|text= "Oh," Margaux said shortly after, surprised of the confession. Margaux knew of the camps, but wasn't very knowledgeable on the topic overall. She'd likely research later. Nevertheless, from living in the Precinct, she could imagine the two were similar in ways. Not good. "I'm so sorry. I'm very glad you and your sister are here and well now."}}
 
 
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The Leaky Cauldron is the oldest pub in London and is believed to have been built sometime in the 1500s, along with the rest of Diagon alley. The pub is one of the few connections to Muggle London and Wizarding London. In the muggle world, The Leaky Cauldron is found in Charing Cross Road and to the muggle eye, it is a small, broken-down old shop front. Once, before the statute of secrecy, muggles were welcomed into the pub with open arms, though this changed under Ulick Gamp, the Minister of Magic at the time. To allow its survival, he ensured that the shop was placed under heavy spells and protection. In the Wizarding world, the Leaky Cauldron has an entrance to both Diagon alley and Knockturn Alley found in the establishment's backyard.

However, under Alistair Fitzgerald, the foot traffic between the two worlds have been minimised with the establishment under constant threats to close their door to the muggle world shut permanently. However, though there is a sign reminding the people of the current laws, it still remains open. It is not the first time this establishment has suffered under fascist governments, and no doubt not the last.

Currently, it's owned by Phoebe. Someone whose family was well known to be against muggles and anything related but she herself as become more open minded as the years passed by. Thus, she is known to turn a blind eye if you pass into Muggle London. Under Phoebe, the pub hasn't changed much but she has renovated the bedrooms to be more accommodating to those that stay there. The pub itself, though, is still rather grungey but is still the best place to go for any interesting gossip.

The Leaky Cauldron
Owned by Phoebe Black

Proprietor and Employees

Phoebe Achilles Selene Black - Landlady and Owner

Archive (please do not archive here!)

  • Archive 1
  • Archive 2
  • Archive 3
  • Archive 4
  • Archive 5 <--
  • Archive 6
  • Archive 7
  • Archive 8
  • Archive 9
  • Archive 10

Roleplay (in the pub, or backyard)

Margaux & Phoebe

MargauxWB

Margaux Lefévreslytherin alumni / work in progress artist

「 Age 」
twenty-three
「 Species 」
half-veela
「 Occupation 」
monde irisé
「 Relationship 」
single

Contrast to her loud and busy surroundings, full of conversations or arguments between friends and strangers, Margaux ironically stood out for her quiet nature while on top one of the bar stools. She had only stepped inside minutes before, no drink yet ordered and sat alone. She hadn't invited anyone to meet with, despite having done so at the pub with friends—aka Caera—occasionally in the past. Looking over her shoulder, she witnessed people crossing from London to Diagon Alley, as well as the opposite, passing through the doors easily. It was perfectly legal to do so now, the barrier ending just as much as Fitzgerald's reign. Putting things back to as they should be—normal, and Margaux desired to do the same, but she had never seen normal England. She had never lived through a time where the country was a safe space for half-breeds such as her, because she had carelessly come for her mother during the previous minister's rule. Margaux has assumed when the Precinct fell, it would feel like a sigh of relief, but her chest still felt tight and heavy. Nevertheless, she was trying to get to know an England that was being rebuilt for the better. Flickering her eyes back in front of the bar, she looked over at woman currently serving drinks, a smirk twitching on her face at the sight. Margaux would never, ever admit to her doing so though. Waiting for the familiar face to walk over so she could order a drink, she considered if this even was a good idea. She hadn't come to see Phoebe exactly, but she knew Phoebe owned the place. She also knew there was a bar much closer to her apartment if she only just wanted drinks.

Message Me • 03:04, December 3, 2019 (UTC)

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Phoebe Achilles Selene BlackProprietor of The Leaky Cauldron.

「 Age 」
22 y/o
「 Species 」
Witch
「 Occupation 」
Barmaid
「 Relationship 」
Single

If you asked Phoebe-she was glad Fitzgerald was gone. Honestly, the whole cleansing the wizarding world was such a headache that it just seemed less effort to just...let them be. That and, you know, the whole murder aspect was a little bit problematic, even for Phoebe. Plus, it was such an eye sore seeing that blasted barrier in her establishment. The ministry could piss off out of her own pub and just- not touch it. So she was glad she had the door too London open. She even gave the door a fresh new paint. A dark lavender with gold trims. It looked nice, if you asked Phoebe anyway. And as the owner, it was her opinion that mattered most. There was a small part of her, though, that was glad for another reason. Margaux. And how she wasn't in the precinct now and wasn't on the run. Phoebe could give you excuses-such as the dog, or how now she couldn't be arrested and her own place back to herself. But also, maybe she liked Margaux's company. Just maybe. So maybe, when she noticed Margaux walk in, she was a little bit happy too see her face. Phoebe knew exactly who was in her pub the moment they walked in, so Margaux was instantly on her radar. Of course, she didn't leap to go talk to her. Of course not. Phoebe wasn't that desperate. So she took the orders of a few other people, kept her waiting, and then waved Viola over too take over before she wandered over too Margaux. "My eyes are playing a trick on me. It can't be in Margaux sitting at my bar, could it?" She asked.

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Eleni and Hudson

Eleni Lestrange-Yaxley

Nap Seeker • Thrill Seeker • Ice Cream Seeker
[ AGE ] 32 y/o.    [ SPECIES ] Witch.
[ CAREER ] House Wife.    [ RELATIONSHIP ] Married.

Eleni slid the two foaming glasses of firewhiskey onto the table, the liquid slopping out and onto the wooden table. "My bad," she muttered, waving her hand and the spillage disappeared (if you asked Eleni, she'll tell you that she sent it to Fitzgerald's gardens). "Too celebrate a new period of healing, tolerance and love," Eleni said, grabbing one of the glasses to raise in the air. "And too refrain from maybe not dumping my drink onto other people. It was still so, so satisfying, though." She wasn't being too serious with this toast but Eleni was still riding the high she got from when she first heard the news. Evven months after, she was still inviting out Hudson to celebrate. Of course, it was also an excuse to see Hudson outside of work but Eleni didn't need too explain that.

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Hudson WB 1

Hudson Radley-AbbottRavenclaw Alum • Minister for Magic

「 Age 」
31 y/o
「 Species 」
Wizard
「 Occupation 」
Minister
「 Relationship 」
Single

Hudson had easily accepted the invitation to see Eleni outside of work. They had gotten closer and, if he was honest, he had half a mind to see if he could pursue things further than a friendship with her. Whether or not he'd be successful was up for mental debate but, for now at least, he'd enjoy her company. Laughing a little as Eleni spilled stuff, he took the drink and clinked it against Eleni's. "And to my election campaign, hopefully?" He prompted with a little laugh and a smile before taking a sip. "At least we can all breathe out now."

Message Me • 22:35, November 8, 2019 (UTC)

Eleni Lestrange-Yaxley

Nap Seeker • Thrill Seeker • Ice Cream Seeker
[ AGE ] 32 y/o.    [ SPECIES ] Witch.
[ CAREER ] House Wife.    [ RELATIONSHIP ] Married.

Eleni would be...more than open to the idea if he reached out and asked her out. It wasn't hard to have a crush on Hudson. He was the dream guy, to say the least. A gentleman, she supposed. Eleni kind of figured he'd be married by this point. Somehow-he wasn't. It was shocking to her. It really was. "Oh, of course, how could I forget that? And too your election campaign. I must say, though I might be a little biased, I think you have a really good chance of being our next minister. You already have my vote, you know that. But yes, you're right," she said, before taking a small sip of the drink. Firewhiskey wasn't something she really tried until she arrived in the UK and she still wasn't quite sure if she liked it or not. "It is time to breathe. At least for the moment."

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Hudson WB 1

Hudson Radley-AbbottRavenclaw Alum • Minister for Magic

「 Age 」
31 y/o
「 Species 」
Wizard
「 Occupation 」
Minister
「 Relationship 」
Single

Hudson had decided that, whatever the outcome of the election was, he'd ask her on an official date - one to ask if she'd want to slap a title on what they had and make it official. If he became minister They could do it as he upgraded his house. If he didn't? They could go on holiday somewhere and he'd ask her then. Either way, he was determined to make her his by the end of the year. "Being biased isn't a bad thing," He said as he took a sip of his butter beer. "Unless its in the direction of two certain somebodies - then it's an issue." He shrugged as he placed his cup down. "I hope I have a good shot - Julius is the one I'm worried about since the Tyrrell legacy in the Ministry after all."

Message Me • 16:56, November 11, 2019 (UTC)

Eleni Lestrange-Yaxley

Nap Seeker • Thrill Seeker • Ice Cream Seeker
[ AGE ] 32 y/o.    [ SPECIES ] Witch.
[ CAREER ] House Wife.    [ RELATIONSHIP ] Married.

"If they are who I think they are, than you and I know both know I'd rather snap my wand than agree with them," Eleni said, sounding very serious at the statement. "He does have a strong platform," she agreed, "but so do you. It's not as if the other three actively tried to push back against him. You did, though. That could work in your favour. But tonight is not the night to be stressing over your chances. I won't allow it. It's a celebration, not a meeting," Eleni said, cutting herself off just as much as she was cutting him off. She didn't want too analyse the election that she was sure Hudson would be every single night. "So are you taking anyone too the royal wedding? Or are you going stag?"

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HudsonRAForum

Hudson Radley-AbbottRavenclaw Alum • Minister for Magic

「 Age 」
31 y/o
「 Species 」
Wizard
「 Occupation 」
Minister
「 Relationship 」
Single

"I guess you're right..." Hudson never liked compliments on his career. He was proud of it by all means, one hundred percent, but being complimented on it felt weird. Maybe it was his promotion by Alistair that tainted it all; made him feel like the public didn't trust him. Still, as Eleni reminded him, he fought back against it and would be happy to tell the public of his involvement in the Shadow Ministry if it meant anything. At the mention of the royal wedding, he shrugged. He had forgotten about it, truthfully, being so focused on his campaign. "I dunno, maybe stag?" He said, taking a sip of his drink again before nodding at her, "Unless you'd like to go with me?"

Message Me • 08:47, November 13, 2019 (UTC)

Eleni Lestrange-Yaxley

Nap Seeker • Thrill Seeker • Ice Cream Seeker
[ AGE ] 32 y/o.    [ SPECIES ] Witch.
[ CAREER ] House Wife.    [ RELATIONSHIP ] Married.

Eleni was in the middle of taking a sip and she almost, almost, choked when she heard the question but she quickly stopped herself. Eleni really didn't want to make a fool of herself in front of her crush Hudson. Putting the drink down onto the table, safe from harm, Eleni looked up at him, unsure of whether he was asking her out as a friend or on a date. Maybe she was hoping it was the latter. Eleni wasn't the greatest flirt-she was never sure if they were flirting or she was just hoping that they were flirting. "I'd be happy too," Eleni said after a moment. Was that coming off as desperate? Maybe she should play difficult. Pretend to be unavailable. People don't like it when people throw themselves at them, do they? Eleni felt like she was back in Ilvermorny again. "I'm sure it'll be fun. I don't really know anything about the royals, to be quite honest. I don't know what to expect."

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