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Post by Albus P.W.B Dumbledore on Jan 16, 2018 19:51:50 GMT
The room was rather empty except for the tables that lined the edges, filled with all kinds of sweet treats that Albus had to admit he had given in and tasted. The apple crumble was particularly delicious, the chocolate truffles a real delight. He could have stood there and tried one or more of everything, but there was business to be getting on with, and the more pressing issue of the pie crumbs all over his deep purple robes. Long fingers gripped their wand and swirled it over the mess on the old man's attire, crumbs vanishing before his twinkling blue eyes. With a hum of satisfaction, he adjusted the half moon spectacles that sat on the bridge of his nose, and forced himself to move away from the food that was on offer for the wonderful people that would be here soon enough. A meeting had been called for the Order of the Phoenix, and though the subject matter was dire, meetings were often long and taxing and feeding his friends was something Albus considered to be very important. He glanced across to the second table on the other side of the square room, this one filled with drinks of all different kinds, fizzy lemonade and fancy juices for those that liked to remain in control of themselves, and more adventurous bottles of alcohol for those that wished to forget for a while why they had been called here tonight.
Albus would be in the second group, sharing a tipple of brandy with Fawkes after the meeting, when they were both in their nightgowns and ready for the land of nod. Sometimes forgetting was a necessity, at least for a little while, when families close to you were being winked out like lights, like fireflies stomped on without any second thought of the after effects. There would be after effects, Albus would make sure of that. The Netherly family had been full of good people, good, decent people and children who wouldn't hurt a soul and were cherished allies of the Order, and yet they had been targeted by blind followers of a lost child on a power trip. It was not right. Albus could not bear to sit around and do nothing while this sort of behaviour went on right under his nose. He had more than a few good plans up his sleeve about steps that could be taken, and tonight he had every intention of putting some of those plans into motion. Calling all of his loyal followers, his friends, together for the night was the best way of getting things underway, and though he would only be speaking to a select few of the group about his plans, he hoped that in gathering, it would boost their sense of community with one another after such a loss. The members of the Order were varied, different ages, backgrounds and lifestyles, but in order to make this vigilante group a success, they needed to become a family, which was why these meetings were designed to strengthen bonds, as well as discuss plans.
He checked the ancient golden pocket watch which was hidden inside his robes, and gave a little nod to a house elf that hovered in the corner of the room, watching as the creature hurried from the room and out to the hallway, ready to greet the guests as they arrived, which they should do any minute now. Albus arranged himself near the drinks table, and began to pour a few glasses of wine for something to do, since he deemed sitting at one of the comfortable chairs dotted about the room to be quite rude. He would remain standing until everyone had arrived, and then he would be required to mingle. Old age didn't get one special treatment, especially when one was the leader of a group of rebel warriors trying to figure out how to defeat a crazed man with a pet snake. Then again, to the opposing side, Albus was sure he was considered to be the crazed man with a pet Phoenix. Funny how viewpoints could be so obscured, depending on what one wanted to see. Albus continued to carefully pour the wine.
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notes: Welcome, friends! Please use your invitation to enter the building, once raised in front of the door, it will turn to ash and the door will open.
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Jan 17, 2018 13:58:22 GMT
Dorcas sighed sat in her living room chair, bored out of her mind she'd been reading a case file when a flash of light went off in front of her. A blast of fire appeared in front of her and she knew there was no way anyone was getting into her home uninvited so clearly it was another call from Dumbledore. Sure enough the brief image of a phoenix could kind of be made out in the flames but it was gone before her eyes could focus, in its place a letter, sealed with magical purple wax that would only open at her touch. She slid her finger in under the envelope and broke the seal, pulling to the same old letter she'd received plenty of times before. Hair already thrown up in a scruffy bun Dorcas wasn't going to bother putting in any more effort, she wasn't even going to bother putting on a cloak or jumper, she just used her wand to make all her work files disappear incase Rodolphus paid her a visit and got snoopy upon not finding her home. As it was he'd paid her a visit a couple of nights ago and been insatiable. He'd exhausted the both of them.
Holding the letter up to the door of the building it turned to ash in her hand, flakes falling through her hand. As the ashes settled on the ground the door to the place opened and Dorcas walked inside. She was used to this whole show, she'd been in the Order too long and she'd lost count of how many times she'd done this. She knew what the meeting tonight would be about. She'd spoken to Dumbledore yesterday in their little room out the back of the one where the meetings were held. Cute, cosy, warm. Their little gossip nook was a safe and secure place, even more so than the room the meetings were held in. Dumbledore had a way with protective spells, even protective spells within protective spells. Everything they spoke of in their little room remained between the two of them. Back along when she was freshly graduated from Hogwarts and an Auror trainee Dumbledore himself had taught her occlumency. It was of utmost importance that she had her mind protected and it was all for a good reason. Several good reasons in fact.
Dorcas walked the narrow hallway until she reached the first door on the left. With a twist of the handle she let herself in to the meeting room where Dumbledore was the perfect hostess with drinks a sweet treats all around the room. Chairs were dotted about and Dorcas bade the Headmaster a greeting, "Evening, Albus." She gave a small nod of her head, knowing what the evening was going to entail didn't make it any easier to get through but Dorcas had a knack for pushing aside emotions, ignoring anything that might be disturbing in order to focus on what needed to be done. Rather than thinking about the evening ahead Dorcas made her way to the wine, grabbed a glass of red, raised it to Dumbledore and walked off towards the edge of the room, leaving space for any newcomers to grab some drinks while she enjoyed a lovely glass of merlot and patiently waited for the meeting to get going.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 17, 2018 20:49:07 GMT
 L ily had had a long day. Lily worked a lot of long days, and long nights, and afternoons and evenings and everything in between. But this was the life that she had chosen, and she fully intended to stick by her decisions. Because those who changed their minds about everything every ten seconds would never get anywhere. Weak, infirm of purpose. As Lady Macbeth had said. Lily herself would never dream of saying such a thing- she might not have had a pureblood upbringing with etiquette lessons and things, but there were such things as common manners, and she would never have dreamed of allowing them to slip to such an extent- unless, of course, she had been severely provoked, and that was happening more and more frequently these days. As a Healer, it was her duty to treat any and all patients who appealed to her care, but it was astounding how many people simply refused to be seen by a Muggleborn witch. And the redhead was not inclined to provide her NEWT scores for comparison with those of the patients themselves. It would be nice if they would think every once in a while, but then she supposed that one couldn't have everything, and this was the sacrifice which she made for a job that she loved. Along with the occasional weekend, and evening... But people got ill at all hours, and Lily understood that. However, none of this made it any easier to come home at the end of a long shift, sit down for all of thirty seconds, think of putting the kettle on and almost instantaneously be presented with an invitation to an Order meeting. One did not miss a meeting even if it did feel as if Fate was conspiring to make life difficult, and so Lily got up, took off the slippers which she had just put on, put on the coat which she had just taken off and sallied out once more into the big, freezing world. It quickly became apparent to her that she had forgotten one vital element of clothing; her gloves, which was a pain since her hands were frozen to the bone by the time that she finally reached the front door of the building in question. It had taken her some time to find it, tired as she was, and the point to which she had originally Apparated turned out, much to her disgust, to have been less than ten feet from the place in the first place. Still, there was no helping that now, and so she approached the door, withdrew her invitation and held it up in front of the woodwork. As the parchment crumbled to ashes, the door sprang open and with a thankful sigh, the redhead entered and basked for a moment in the heat of the hallway. She allowed herself only a moment before she followed the sound of voices and let herself into a room set up for a meeting, which as yet contained only a few others. "Good evening." Lily greeted. Words: 517 || Outfit || |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2018 18:16:07 GMT
He’d only just arrived home when the letter had appeared behind him in the fire place. Flames flashing to life before briefly taking the shape of a phoenix. A letter appeared that James quickly grabbed. It was obvious what this was. And he could only imagine what it was about. After all, he had just left the crime scene. He could still see those children tucked into bed; almost lovingly. It would have made for a picturesque scene, had their throats not been slit. Pushing his glasses up slightly, James rubbed at his eyes; pressing in on them slightly until white spots appeared.
Righting his glasses, he quickly made his way to his room. It was easy to avoid his parents. In all honesty, the house was too big; with it’s many rooms and many stairs, slipping up to his room was nothing. He quickly tore off his work robes, flinging the garments to the ground. He’d pick them up later… or Dookey would. Either way, it would be taken care of. He quickly changed into some jeans, opting to just leave his work shirt on. Grabbing a jacket, it quickly slipped the buttons into their respective holes and made sure his wand and the letter were on him before slipping back outside.
He walked a few minutes down the lane until he knew he was out of the protective magic that encircled their home (to stop unwanted guests from just Apparating as they pleased) before turning on the spot. It was with one distinctive pop that he disappeared and another that he reappeared in a different location. It took him a few seconds to get his barrings before he made his way to the front door.
Once at the door, James pulled the letter from his pocket and held it up. Instantly, it turned to ash and was blown away by the cold breeze. The door in front of him opened on it’s own, allowing James to slip inside where it was much warmer. Rubbing his hands together (he hadn’t bothered with gloves), he blew some air onto them before making his way further into the building. It didn’t take him long to arrive. He was one of the first few to arrive. He was sure there would have been plenty of others there, seeing how he’d taken the time to change.
Dorcas, The Professor, and Lily were the only ones that seemed to arrive. James gave a tired nod in greeting before making his way over to Lily, giving her a brief hug and a kiss on the cheek in greeting. He gave a nod in greeting to Albus. “Professor. I assume this is for the Netherly’s.”
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Post by Christopher Erebus Devereaux on Jan 21, 2018 10:15:46 GMT
 Happiness Can Be Found Kit had had dinner with Ollie an hour ago, he had come home to find his brother had ordered food in for them to eat as soon as Kit finished work, and he'd been more than grateful to just be able to tuck in and not have to worry about cooking, though he actually didn't mind the task. He had been cooking for his siblings since he was young, and before he was allowed to safely use the cooker, he was a pro at making sandwiches and other cold food for them to help out his dad. It was a weird life, growing up with a father who couldn't go out in the day time and usually took that time to rest so he could work through the night to earn money to keep his family afloat, it made Kit grow up pretty fast. He had been innocent enough for a long time after his mother's death, but he'd soon realised that if he didn't step up, their life was going to be one hell of a struggle. So he had taught himself the ways of the kitchen, and he was used to cleaning, too, though it was much easier with a wand, and where there was magic, there was a cheat for most things, which he had really appreciated during school holidays, when he'd only have to flick his wand at the mess and it would be sorted. He clung to those habits as an adult, and it helped immensely with his rather hectic workload being an Auror. Dinner finished, he set the dishes to washing themselves at the sink, and opened the cupboard standing back as they sailed gracefully across the room, washed and dried, and settled themselves into their rightful places, the plates piling, cups hanging on their hooks, and cutlery clinking into the correct places in the drawer at Kit's hip. A flash of flame caught his eye over by the balcony, and he nudged the cupboard door shut, recognising the phoenix shape in the fire immediately, and knowing it was a summons from Dumbledore. He opened the balcony door to a blast of chilly air, and snatched the parchment as it drifted to the ground, reading it over quickly and already sure of what this meeting would be about. The Netherly case was all that had been talked about in the Auror office since the family were murdered, it was literally on the lips and minds of everyone, since it was so fresh. Of course Dumbledore would want to take some kind of action, or at least honour the family who had been such avid supporters and allies of the Order. With a heavy heart, and a heavy sigh, Kit took the parchment with him and made his way downstairs, pausing by the coat cupboard in the hallway and pulling on a black coat as he stepped into his boots which hadn't long been taken off. He headed out into the cold, pausing just outside the boundaries of his home, which could not be apparated into thanks to the wards placed all around it. Golden eyes glancing up and down the street to make sure it was deserted, Kit turned on the spot and vanished with a pop, appearing almost instantly outside the Order headquarters and approaching the door, slightly nauseous from the apparition, which always turned his stomach. He held up the parchment, confident enough with the process, having done it many times now, and opened his fingers as the invitation turned to ash and floated to his feet, no traces of it left by the time it touched the ground. The door creaked open, and Kit stepped inside, trying his best to ignore the house elf who hovered in the hallway. The creature squeaked, as it usually did, in fear at Kit's presence. As with all animals and magical creatures, house elves didn't like vampires all that much, and though it was supposed to keep an eye on the guests as they arrived, Kit knew it would run from him if it could, and he felt bad, really bloody bad about that. The best he could do was avoid it as best as possible as he shrugged off his coat, hung it on the coat stand with the others, and opened the door on the left of the hallway, stepping inside the room that had been set up for guests. He wasn't the first one there, but there were still more to come, so Kit offered up a quick "Hey," and headed for the drinks table to help himself to a glass of water, trying not to stand right next to Dorcas, but not wanting to seem rude enough to just stand on the complete opposite end of the table to avoid her. _______________________ tag: Albus P.W.B Dumbledore , Dorcas Amilie Meadowes , Lily Joanne Potter , James Henry Potter , Geralina Amara Drake , Tristan Jude Dearborn and everyone! notes: Outfit. <3 [googlefont="Rock Salt"] c |
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Post by Geralina Amara Drake on Jan 21, 2018 22:00:00 GMT
 Happiness Can Be Found She had finished dinner in the great hall, and was tidying the back room in the library when the phoenix appeared in the fireplace that was lit in the corner. She had been ready to get her coat and go home, but the note that fluttered out of the flames made her plans change, and Geralina felt quite put out that she'd be staying out longer when all she had wanted to do all day was curl up on her couch with her cats and just relax. It was cold, and it had been a long day, but she supposed there was nothing she could do about it. The Order was important to her, and to many others, and if she was needed for a meeting, then she was needed for a meeting, she couldn't exactly not go, or cry off sick, Dumbledore had seen her at the castle today. She had no choice but to suck it up and go. Pulling her grey coat down from the coat stand in the corner of the office, she tugged it on and reached under her desk for her bag and scarf, heading out and making sure the library doors were locked behind her. On her way down the stairs to the entrance hall, she did a double take as she realised someone was walking beside her, and gave an amused smile at Professor Dearborn, knowing he was headed to the same place as her, but not being able to acknowledge it out loud in case any of the students passing them overheard and wondered what on earth an "Order meeting" was. Tristan smirked back at her, and they carried on down the stairs in happy silence, Geralina hanging back as he opened the front doors for her. With a quiet thank you, she slipped out into the cold, Tristan falling into step beside her once more as they crunched down the pathway through the grounds, and to the castle gates. Once outside, Geralina turned to her old beau and quirked an eyebrow. "Bet I beat you there," she quipped, turning on her heel and disapparating without warning, popping into existence outside of the familiar headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. It only took Tristan a few seconds to pop in a few feet away, and she grinned and held her invitation up to the front door, watching as it crumbled to ash and the door drifted open before them. She entered ahead of Tristan and took off her coat, leaving it with the others and waiting for him before entering the main room where everyone was waiting. After a bit of small talk, she left his side and went to stand beside Kit, who looked rather uncomfortable. Offering a small wave to the others in the room, she helped herself to a glass of lemonade and gave Kit a reassuring smile. "Breathe," he whispered to him, teasing. _______________________ tag: Tristan Jude Dearborn , Albus P.W.B Dumbledore , Dorcas Amilie Meadowes , Lily Joanne Potter , James Henry Potter , Christopher Erebus Devereaux and everyone! notes: Outfit <3 [googlefont="Lovers Quarrel"] |
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Post by Tristan Jude Dearborn on Jan 21, 2018 22:22:44 GMT
 Happiness Can Be Found The invitation erupted into his fireplace without warning, and Tristan would admit that he jumped out of his skin, not expecting the flames to leap and contort and spit out a piece of parchment at all. He was new to this whole Order business, though he'd been to a few meetings so far, but it was still weird for him to adapt to these special messages and secret headquarters and everything else that went along with the organisation. Nevertheless, he plucked the parchment from the fire before it could actually go up in flames for real this time, and read it over quickly, realising that he needed to actually leave now if he wanted to be on time. Grabbing his coat and wand, he locked his quarters up and began the long journey down the stairs from the Astronomy Tower, thinking that working up here might mean he could eat junk food more often, since he was bound to lose a shocking amount of weight with the daily exercise he was now getting just from the stairs alone. His legs had actually ached for the first few weeks of September, and he'd considered asking if he could take chambers on one of the lower floors, but the views from the ones attached to his tower office were too beautiful to pass up. He had slowed considerably by the time he made it all the way down to the first floor, and he turned a corner to see the swishing dark hair of Geralina Drake ahead of him, brain flashing with memories of seeing her walk ahead of him when they were teens, that same chocolate hair swishing, leaving him captivated and determined to ask her out. That had been a long time ago, and he remembered their time together with nothing but fondness, and a hope that they could be good friends after a while. There was only one way to make that friendship a reality, and he had been putting the effort in since he came to the castle in September. Picking up his pace once more, he caught up to her quietly, weaving in and out of students heading to and from the great hall for dinner, and fell into step beside her as they made their way down the stairs towards the front doors. She noticed him after a minute, and he smiled at her, eyes twinkling, knowing she was going to the same meeting as he was. He daren't say a thing about it for fear of being overheard and kicked out of the group he had so recently been accepted into, so he smirked and walked in silence, opening the door for her and closing it behind them as they made their way towards the fornt gates. Tristan was taken aback when she turned at the gates once they were past the barriers, and delivered that familiar adorable wit at him before apparating without him. Laughing, he took a minute to remember where he was supposed to be going, then carefully turned in place, a small crack filling the air as he disappeared only to find himself standing in front of the building that was slowly becoming familiar to him as time went on. She was already there, and he smoothed down his coat and approached the door, holding his own invitation up beside hers as they stood before the front door, the two pieces of matching parchment turning to ash. Enjoying that she felt comfortable enough with him to be able to laugh and joke, he finally tried to strike up small talk with her, and was happy when she engaged, even though they were only talking about who was better at apparition and how cold the weather was. He hung his coat up and followed her into the room on the left of the hallway, nodding his head to the little house elf who was watching them carefully. He didn't know most of the people in the room at all so far, though Tristan was more than willing to make new friends, but Geralina left him for a tall guy with a glass of water, and so he went to the only other familiar face in the room. Dorcas Meadowes. "Dorcas," he greeted. "Lose your hair brush?" he teased, taking one of the wine glasses Dumbledore had filled with a nod of thanks to the man, and clinking his glass against Dorcas'. _______________________ tag: Albus P.W.B Dumbledore , Dorcas Amilie Meadowes , James Henry Potter , Lily Joanne Potter , Christopher Erebus Devereaux , Geralina Amara Drake and everyone! notes: <3 [googlefont="Reenie Beanie"] |
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Jan 22, 2018 4:33:29 GMT
It wasn't long before the room started filling up. Some of the little mini-members showed up and Dorcas stood near the wall, sipping her wine and watching everyone that came in. Kit gave a general greeting but Dorcas wasn't interested, she just wanted to get this thing over and done with, nothing about it was a social gathering and if she wanted to socialise with these people outside of the Order she would. She dealt with Lily who was a competent enough little witch but she had a long road ahead of her if she thought she was anything near ready for what the death eaters would have in store for her should she ever be face to face with them, one on one. James she wasn't too worried about, he was training as an Auror, much like she had during her first years of the Order, and he'd learn everything he'd need to through them. Kit, Dorcas thought, would have been a good match for Lily. With his extra skills he was rather handy as both an Auror and a member of the Order. Teaming him up with Lily while she learnt to actually fight wouldn't be too bad of an idea.
Without much hanging around Geralina and Tristan walked in like old friends, chatting away like they hadn't been the loves of one another's lives but hey, whatever. Geralina broke off to spend some time with Kit and Tristan approached her. The absolute last thing she wanted was company. She took the Order much like she took work. She could have a little fun every now and then but right now that wasn't what they were there fore. She figured she'd actually be better off in Dorian's company right now. They could stand side by side, exchange an exceedingly brief greeting and then just stay there in silence, not having to deal with anyone approaching them. Then after the Order meeting she'd be all kinds of inappropriate causing him to tense his jaw, suck on his tongue and stroll off in favour of Kit and Geralina's company while she just checked out his arse as he left. Well that was never going to happen, Dorcas hadn't approached the subject of the Order with him but she had once heard him refer to them as a bunch of 'vigilantes'. If she introduced him to the Order there was a strong chance he'd have a mild heart attack seeing her there, Kit, Geralina, Tristan and finding out Paris had been a part of it too.
Dorian definitely wasn't for the Order. She figured Rodolphus' presence would be fun. His reputation would probably have a lot scared out of their wits but she'd happily plonk her arse down on his lap, leaning against him, waiting for things to get going. Either him or the meeting. He was an awful candidate to join the Order considering he was like 99.9% most definitely a death eater and more than likely responsible for the deaths that had occurred and why they were here tonight. It was incredible how arrogant her was or how stupid he thought she was, either way after he'd been out on his little killing sprees he often found his way into her bed either catching her right before she was about to turn in for the night or when she was already asleep. He didn't care if he woke her up and while she'd find it absolutely fantastic to throw his arse into Azkaban she wasn't able to work a case against him in the ministry due to conflict of interest and she was fairly certain that whoever had been looking into Rodolphus was paid off. Even through the channels she took in the Order she had nothing on Rodolphus, she could only track his patterns and relay them to Albus, thankfully she was rather talented when it came to cutting off certain emotions and so with Rodolphus, despite believing with every fibre of her being that he was a murderous Death Eater that wanted the majority of her friends and family dead, she was still able to enjoy him and have fun. The stupid twat.
"Hairbrush? What's that?" She asked as he clinked her wine glass. She was hardly in the mood but at least if she was spending her time with someone in the room right now it was Tristan. She liked Trist. He was easy to get along with and had been part of a little group of friends she'd had at school. Him, Paris, Tersha, Geralina and a few others all got on well, hung out on breaks and even did homework togethers. Trist had even been her first but she tried not to think of that. It'd been lovely but so awkward, she'd had no clue what was going on but she caught on quick enough and these thoughts were so not appropriate for an Order meeting but she wasn't going to stop herself. They were about to face a crappy meeting which revolved around more deaths and as more members filed in the room, the doors closing behind them, Dorcas knew they'd soon be starting.
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Post by Albus P.W.B Dumbledore on Jan 26, 2018 14:17:16 GMT
The first to arrive was Dorcas Meadowes, a rather unusual former Slytherin student, who defied all stereotypes and had gone on to become a well respected Auror. Albus liked Dorcas very much for her spirit and ability to do as she pleased regardless of what society demanded of her so that she may fit in. Fitting in was not always the most admirable thing to do, in Albus' experience, and he had plans for the young woman, which she was all too willing to go along with. "Ah, Dorcas," he greeted, a smile at the edges of his tired mouth. "The early bird catches the.. wine," he jested, taking a step back so she could reach the wine she made no hesitation in helping herself to. Young Lily Evans entered next, followed shorty by her soon to be husband, James Potter, and Albus' chest tightened at the sight of the two lovebirds. Lily was an incredibly intelligent young witch, James having a fight in him like no other, and the thought of the two putting themselves in the line of fire at such a tender age left Albus feeling unsettled, but he wouldn't question it. If they wanted to risk their lives for something greater, then so be it, he had no right to stand in their way, but he so hoped with all of his heart that they remained safe in this war, they were a beacon of hope and joy for him in this warped world.
James immediately broached the subject of the night, and Albus approached them. "I am afraid so," he said solemnly. "Please, help yourselves to a drink while we wait for the others to arrive," he told the couple kindly, placing a hand on Lily's arm and sweeping the other towards the beverages laid out for guests. He did not like to think of anybody not feeling at home here, but he doubted physically shoving people towards the refreshments would be received well, so he moved away as young Kit Devereaux, the vampire with a heart of gold, entered and gave a rather uncomfortable greeting. Albus chuckled to himself as he followed Kit, placing a hand on the man's back and leaning in to speak to him as he picked up a glass of water. "Excellent choice Mr Devereaux," he smiled gently, appreciating the one rather stiff person on the team who chose water over alcohol and was unquestionably reliable. Kit was a highly valuable member of the Order, not only because of his dependable nature, but because he had power, as cold as that might have seemed, he was a strong ally for them, and Albus greatly doubted that Voldemort would have anyone quite as unique as Kit in his army.
He crossed to poke his head into the kitchen to inform the house elves that the guests were arriving nicely, and instructed them to be ready should they run out of snacks soon. He turned back to see Geralina Drake and Tristan Dearborn strolling into the room together, and leaned back into the kitchen. "Extra chocolates wouldn't go amiss," he winked at one of the elves and let the door close behind him as he approached the newcomers. Geralina was a lovely woman, with an incredible sweet tooth, Albus was sure she would empty the tray of chocolate truffles within half an hour if nobody disturbed her. Then there was Tristan, their newest member. He had only been working at the castle a few months, but already Albus was impressed with him, enough to extend an invite, which was accepted without too much hesitation. "Miss Drake," he nodded, "Mr Dearborn." It was pleasing to see everybody getting along, Tristan and Dorcas seemed comfortable enough together, and Geralina went to soothe Kit, though Albus had to wonder if she was using him to soothe herself on some level, she was rather shy. James and Lily would no doubt stick together, though Albus couldn't help but wonder where Sirius was. He and James were practically joined at the hip, more so than James and Lily, so it was unusual to see one arrive without the other on their tail.
Deciding that the room had filled up nicely enough to begin the evening properly, Albus moved to the front of the room and cleared his throat, holding a hand up to get everyone's attention. "My dear friends," he called, voice just loud enough to carry across to the back of the small room. "I'm sure you've all heard by now that we have lost some treasured people from our group. The Netherly's were taken from us a few days ago, brutally murdered by a man with no conscience. A man who did not think twice about taking the lives of innocent children in their beds." He paused, not wanting to go into too much detail about how the family had been killed, but needing to drive home the truth about the evil that had taken them. "We are here tonight to honour our fallen family, for they were family, as we all are to each other, and together we will bring about the end of this darkness. Tonight let us mourn, but also let us celebrate the lives of great people, and let this make us stronger and more determined to succeed in our quest." Albus raised his glass. "Remember... light cannot shine without darkness." And they would shine, and Lord Voldemort would fall. With a sip of his drink, Albus moved from the head of the room, letting the group fall into quiet chatter as he lost himself in thoughts of a young boy in an orphanage, and flames in a wardrobe.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2018 21:36:40 GMT
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While James went directly home, Sirius didn’t want to. Working for the Ministry as an Auror, while still a trainee, wasn’t easy. Mostly it was just classes, physical training and then, on their so called free time, they were sent case files to sort through, testimonials to analyze and old cases, either dead or closed, to figure out on their own or in groups. It was meticulous work, only comparable to the study they did for becoming Animagi and it was time consuming, not to mention with extremely tight deadlines and very little room for anything remotely entertaining.
When he signed up for the position, Sirius hadn’t been entirely sure what it entailed. The whole catching dark wizards was right up his alley and it tickled partly his need for vengeance but also his desire for a better future. The fact that his best friends girlfriend, who was also a very close friend of his, knew and lived aware of the fact that there were people in their world who would hunt her down only because she wasn’t a pureblood was a wrong he wanted righted. Sirius did not apply for the Auror position to help himself, while there were those to suggest it wouldn’t be a bad idea to be more capable to defend himself given the fact that he was a blood traitor with a family known for being vengeful, he did it so that he could try and make a change for the better in the lives of the people around him that he cared for.
Since he started training, he had seen a few things that angered him, and while not yet an Auror, there had been instances where they had been sent on location, to see it before their eyes, the reason why they fought, the purpose for all the scut work that they had to pull and legislation classes that they forced themselves to stay awake through. In reality it was to help however they could, be it to clear the area of unwanted visitors or to disintegrate a dark mark. Sirius saw it highly motivational, because it couldn’t not leave an impact, especially on a young man, fresh out of the safety walls of Hogwarts, who, while aware of pain and suffering, had seen it in different forms.
The image of the young girls was burned into his mind’s eye and he knew it will stay there. Sirius didn’t have a coping mechanism, he didn’t know how to detach himself from his emotions and the only thing that did was burying things deep down. It wasn’t a healthy way to deal with stuff as he simply wasn’t dealing with them. Sirius isn’t one to drown in sorrow for a day or two or to move on; they eat at him, bit by bit and he just ignores all the bad things that he witnessed, seen or had happening to him, only to have them hanging over his head, like a burden he can’t shake off.
After they had been allowed to leave, Sirius barely said anything to James before making his exit and when straight to a pub. While still an early afternoon, he needed to take his mind from everything that he’d seen and it was one of the two things he’d turn to in similar situations. As the pub he found wasn’t too busy, he served a glass of whiskey by himself. When a decent looking girl entered the bar he made his stance, got to talking, but his interest was lacking as it wasn’t probably something that he could get a fast move on. Being still too early for an invite to her place, he drowned his glass and went to the johns. As he was washing his hands he caught glimpse of his reflection. The man that looked back seemed older somehow, spent in a way, like butter spread on a too large slice of bread. Splashing some water on his face didn’t make the image change much. It was only what he saw, it wasn’t real, only his mind playing with him, he just felt tired and worn out.
Fire erupted behind him and he almost jumped in the sink of fright. While not jumpy, he had moments when casual things would startle him in the most unexpected ways. Sirius won’t easily forget the fireworks James lit up on New Year’s Eve a few years back. As the shape of a Phoenix started to disappear, a letter remained and he grabbed it. Dreading what it’ll say, he opened it. It had to be tonight. Of course. When else?
Sirius barely said a “see ya later” to the girl as he grabbed his coat and made his way out of the pub, drink having been paid for. The winter air was already getting to him and with a swift charm he was unsettled by it. It wasn’t dark out precisely and while in London, finding a safe place to Disapparate wasn’t easy. At every turn he took, he’d see people having a smoke outside the back doors of random pubs or taking out the trash or snogging, if not more. As the eight alley was also busy he grew frustrated. It wouldn’t be enough to have already had a glass too many for an Order meeting, now he was going to be late. Bloody perfect. The ninth however was empty, dark and maybe too dark for others to think it a good alternative for their early evening distractions. Once engulfed in darkness and certain that no one was aware of his position, turning on the spot with the specific pop, the alley was vacated once more.
The alley closest to Head Quarters had a new visitor with another pop, who followed the foot prints left by other people, probably other Order members and in a few more steps he was before the door. Letter in hand, a bit crumbled, he moved it next to the door and the soft click came as it opened before him. When inside he saw the House Elf. Growing up with one, better said, being taken care of by one, Sirius was comfortable around the little creature, though not fond of them in particular. It only reminded him of his childhood. A soft smile greeted the elf as he caught glimpse of Dumbledore. Sirius shrugged his coat of and threw it on one of the unoccupied hocks and rushed his pace while not particularly running.
Sirius entered the room just as Dumbledore finished his introduction. Without meaning to interrupt his former Head Master he tried to sneak next to James hoping that he’d go unnoticed, but with no intention to be amusing about it. He wasn’t drunk, a glass of whiskey wasn’t much for him and this wasn’t a joking matter. While on his own time he would try and defuse tension when things would get too serious for his liking, this wasn’t on his time however. During Hogwarts, he might have been the one who always needed to have fun, real life wasn’t fun though, and nor was the Order for him, especially given the current situation.
Noting the people that he knew, which was all of them, some better than others, he didn’t wave or made any loud salutations. Waiting for Dumbledore to finish, he looked at him, rather apologetic but didn’t make an excuse. Sirius didn’t like tense situations but he respected their leader having been a guide for him during his darker moments, showing the good when he had seen the bad and making him aware that life wasn’t all darkness and nor was it always to be taken seriously. That was why he jumped at the opportunity to join, aside from all the other reasons. He believed Dumbledore to be a man that he could trust.
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Post by Tristan Jude Dearborn on Feb 1, 2018 15:59:21 GMT
Happiness Can Be Found Chuckling to himself at Dorcas' words, Tristan merely shook his head. He hadn't exactly made an effort himself for the evening. She might have been stood there looking like she'd just hopped up off the couch after a nap, but he was just as disheveled, having ran his hands through his hair that many times whilst marking papers that it was probably sticking up in a right fashion, and he'd grabbed a leather jacket, and still had on slightly muddy boots from when he'd been out earlier in the day. He'd taught a two hour morning lesson to fifth years that was textbook based learning, and though he knew his students preferred practical lessons at night, they still had to sit and read sometimes, and day time lessons came in handy for occasions like this when he had to be out in the evening and possibly have one too many drinks. There'd be no teaching after that. He'd had a great afternoon out on his motorbike, and then forced himself to get on with marking homework after dinner, though he hadn't been at it long when he'd been summoned. He made no further comment on Dorcas' hair or any other part of her appearance, and merely stood at her side as Dumbledore stepped up at the front of the room. He didn't tap his glass, he didn't shout for attention, he just stood there, one hand raised subtly being effective enough to bring the whole room to silence as everyone immediately turned to look at the old man and dropped whatever conversations they were having. Now that was power. Whatever this Voldemort idiot had going on, it was nothing compared to the respect Albus Dumbledore commanded without even a word. Tristan was more than impressed, but then it was no surprise, the man had been just as well loved when Tristan had been at school, and it was no different now that he was an adult. The only difference was that he had been told to call Dumbledore 'Albus' instead of Professor. That would take a while to get his head around. He listened along with the others, eyes cast downwards at the thought of children being murdered so viciously, unable to stop himself from picturing Lunete's face as a child, a sickening feeling in his stomach at the thought of anything happening to her. Dumbledore's speech was quick and efficient, and though he ended on a positive note, ever the inspiring leader, the whole tone of the room was sorrow. Clearing his throat, Tristan raised his glass in a tiny salute to the old man's words, and sipped. _______________________ tag: Dorcas Amilie Meadowes , James Henry Potter , Lily Joanne Potter , Christopher Erebus Devereaux , Geralina Amara Drake , @phouxee , Albus P.W.B Dumbledore and everyone! notes: <3 outfit: Torn up.[googlefont="Reenie Beanie"] |
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Post by Christopher Erebus Devereaux on Feb 2, 2018 14:50:34 GMT
 Happiness Can Be Found The room filled quickly, and though Kit recognised more of the faces piling in, he was relieved to see Geralina head his way. Out of all of the people standing around the room, she would understand his discomfort in these situations. He wasn't big on small talk, and didn't really have the finesse to make it in any smooth kind of manner, and neither did Geralina. He liked his quiet, rather than wild nights out, and so did she, heck she was practically the female version of him, only not as uptight and strict. He felt comfortable with her because of that, they were kindred spirits, so to speak, and he often sought her out for company at these meetings just so that he could not feel under pressure to socialise if he didn't want to. She would happily sit in silence with him. He let out a soft chuckle as she whispered to him to breathe, helping herself to a glass of lemonade. "If I was more like my father that advice would be highly inappropriate," he muttered back to her, referencing the fact that his father was a full vampire and therefore actually didn't need to breathe. He stuck by Geralina's side as Dumbledore commanded the room, Kit's expression closed as he kept a tight check on his emotions during talk of the deaths of friends and children. There were too many losses recently, and Kit was sure that if his family didn't have their mother's blood status to hide behind, they would be targets just like the Netherly's and every other non-pureblood family out there. As it was, they were only targets of vampires, and only ones their father had crossed at that. That was unsettling enough for Kit without all of the extra worry You Know Who was piling on these days. Bowing his head, Kit swallowed hard, trying not to get too worked up about his own family issues and insecurities tonight, that wasn't why they were here, they were here to honour lost friends and that was what he would do. He drank to the Netherly family once Dumbledore had finished his speech, thankful that it was short and they could relax a bit. Maybe he could even leave in half an hour or so. He'd shown his face, he'd chat to Geralina, that would surely be enough to cover him for the night. He turned to the tall brunette beside him. "Did you come straight from work?" he asked, wondering if she had had any pre-warning that there'd be a meeting since she ate meals with Dumbledore most days. _______________________ tag: Geralina Amara Drake , Dorcas Amilie Meadowes , Lily Joanne Potter , James Henry Potter , Tristan Jude Dearborn , @phouxee , Albus P.W.B Dumbledore and everyone! notes: Outfit. <3 [googlefont="Rock Salt"] |
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Post by Geralina Amara Drake on Feb 2, 2018 15:09:17 GMT
Happiness Can Be Found The mere mention of Kit's father made Geralina feel awkward. She had met him just the once when he'd been at Kit's house, visiting, and she'd popped in to drop some books off for Kit. Well, that had ended up with her being completely and utterly dumbstruck at how insanely hot Max Devereaux was, and she was pretty sure she'd made the worst impression ever on him. He probably thought she was a mute. She'd made her excuses to leave as soon as possible, and she was pretty sure her face had been red the entire time, not to mention he would have been able to hear her heart beating a million times faster than usual whenever she looked into those dark, dark eyes. Merlin, that was something she didn't want to repeat any time soon, and it was also something she had found herself daydreaming about. So very wrong, but sooo good. But he was Kit's dad, and Kit was her friend. More like a little brother, actually, she felt very protective over him and so drooling all over his gorgeous father wasn't really appropriate. Those eyes, though... She was grateful for Dumbledore's voice breaking through her thoughts, and her head was soon filled with thoughts of death and sadness as she listened to the old man speak of such a terrible loss. She couldn't imagine what those close to the Netherly family were going through. She supposed something similar to what she had been through when Paris had died last spring. Just over half a year ago there had been one of these meetings for her, and Geralina had had to make a swift exit from the room, hiding herself away in the back of the building and just sobbing until she couldn't breathe. She hadn't wanted anyone to see her cry, but at the same time, she didn't want to leave and be disrespectful to her best friend by not staying to honour her. She had stayed, she'd chatted to the house elves in the kitchen for a very long time, managing to eventually stop crying and then show her face again in the main room. It had been an awful night for her, and she didn't like remembering it, either. The loss of her oldest friend would never not hurt, she knew that now, but she had found a way to keep the tears away, and that was good enough to get her through times like this. Speech over, Dumbledore moved away from the front of the room, and Kit turned to her immediately, asking about work. Geralina nodded. "Yeah, I was just finishing up for the day when I got the note," she said, noting that Kit wasn't in work gear and so he must have come from home. Her grey-blue eyes roamed the room while she spoke, settling on a small house elf who was sneaking through legs on it's way to the food table on the other side of the room. It was what was on the tray it carried in it's teeny hands that really drew Geralina's attention, and she glanced at Kit. "There are truffles," she moaned, nudging his arm with her elbow, being careful not to make either of their drinks spill. "Come over with me so I don't look greedy going by myself," she said quietly, knowing Kit wouldn't refuse. He wasn't as into chocolate as she was, but he'd do what he could to make her feel less uncomfortable in her actions, she trusted him that much. The pair made their way across the room together, drinks in hand, and Geralina immediately grabbed a small chocolate truffle from the platter they were piled up on, taking a bite and feeling like she could float with happiness at how delicious it was. "Oh, Merlin, before we leave you have to hide me with your coat or something so I can stuff a load of these in my pockets," she laughed, taking another bite. _______________________ tag: Dorcas Amilie Meadowes , Albus P.W.B Dumbledore , Lily Joanne Potter , James Henry Potter , @phouxee , Tristan Jude Dearborn , Christopher Erebus Devereaux and everyone! notes: Outfit <3 [googlefont="Lovers Quarrel"] |
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Post by Dorcas Amilie Meadowes on Feb 3, 2018 11:20:37 GMT
The place filled with a few members here and there. Some people were missing and some were not regular unless there was something of grave importance to discuss. Tonight was not one of those nights, tonight was about mourning and Dorcas rather disliked it but she made an effort to be there. She wasn't the emotional sort, she wasn't the kind of person that would well up at sad news, or even tragic news for that matter. She couldn't remember the last time she'd cried where it hadn't been a reaction to agonising pain. The people around her were different. The people around her were more in touch with their emotions. It wasn't ever that Dorcas didn't feel sad, she quite often did, it was just that she couldn't cry anyway and such feelings of mourning were only a weight on a conscience so it was easier to ignore it and move on with life. She was alive, they were dead. Think of them for five minutes and move on already. Of course it wasn't the same when it was someone close to her that had died. She had no idea how she'd take losing her parents or another persona she cared about as much as she'd cared about Paris. Admittedly there weren't many people she cared about that much but the rare few that she did were mostly in the room. Geralina and Trist. There was Tersha also but she'd never be caught dead at something like this. She wasn't an Order supporter and she wasn't anything affiliated with the Death Eaters and thank Merlin. Dorcas would have had to of slapped her across the back of her head, messing up one of her fancy hair-do's if she'd even contemplate supporting or joining the Death Eaters.
Dorcas raised her glass and knocked back a decent amount of wine once Dumbledore was done talking. She didn't much feel like sticking around so she figured she'd she'd head home in a few minutes and get to work on, well - work. She had a few case files to go over, a couple of reports she needed to prep for and potentially a naked Rodolphus laying on her couch, asking where the bloody hell she'd been and as long as he brought food, she didn't care if his bare arse cheeks were plonked down on her sofa. Screw it, if he was there she was blowing off work for the night and getting drunk, something she was now considering doing even if Rodolphus wasn't at her place, clothed or otherwise. Oh heck, these five minutes were going to drag because even though she thought the world of Tristan and Geralina, they just weren't the sort of people she'd spend time with at something like this, no one was. TO Dorcas it was all rather serious as well as crazy boring but it was almost like a second work cap and sometimes all she wanted to do was drink wine and relax without having to think about yet another tragic loss.
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Post by Albus P.W.B Dumbledore on Feb 13, 2018 22:33:19 GMT
His slippers - they really would have passed for soft shoes if questioned - made no noise on the carpeted floor as Albus meandered around the edge of the room, helping himself to a small sweet pastry and chuckling under his breath at the sight of Geralina leading young Kit to the truffles. Everybody seemed content to chat in their little groups, and Albus sincerely hoped they would branch out just a bit and make new acquaintances at the very least with each other. What was the purpose of having a group of people fighting for a cause, when those people did not make any efforts to know each other. No, that would not do, they needed to be a family, and though the members who had been with the Order a while were indeed that, the new recruits needed to be welcomed into the fold and made to feel a part of things. Between the youngsters who were newly graduated, and the likes of Tristan, there were enough people that may feel like outsiders to the organization, and Albus would be making sure the older, more seasoned members made every effort to see that that wasn't the case.
Finishing his bitesized pastry, he licked a crumb from his finger and crossed to Dorcas, eyes twinkling as he looked forward to what they might discuss in a moment. She was his most interesting ally at the moment, and he had high hopes that she was about to become a lot more interesting. Albus had long had his suspicions about a certain Lestrange, and since Dorcas just so happened to be intimately involved with the man, it made sense to exploit that in any way he could. He would never wish any harm on Dorcas, but her help was invaluable. She practically had her foot in the doorway of Voldemort's lair, and with just a little shove, she could be right inside. It was a dangerous ask, but Albus was no fool, he knew that every person in this room was risking their lives just by being associated with the Order. It was a huge target on each of their backs, and their deaths were more likely than that of any other in this war if they were found out to be a part of the rebel alliance. Dorcas' target was slightly bigger, as was Kit's, thanks to them being Aurors mostly, but also there was Kit's status as half vampire that would draw endless attention to him, and then there was Dorcas with her Death Eater lover. What a predicament she was in, but it was incredibly helpful. Albus was lucky that she had been willing to play along so far, and he got the sense that she enjoyed it, and got some sort of twisted kick from it.
He leaned down to her tiny height and spoke softly. "Dorcas," he crooned. "A word, if you don't mind?" he indicated to the door that led back out into the hallway. They had walked the familiar path to the side room with the cosy fireplace many times before now. They had sat in armchairs facing each other and drank liquor to take the edge off of the conversation topic, and they had managed to laugh, too, despite the seriousness of what he was asking her to do. He enjoyed his talks with Dorcas, and he would miss them if the worst were to happen and he were to get her killed. Yes, he would miss her dearly, his brave little fighter. They passed a few curious faces as they crossed to the door, and Albus offered warm smiles as he held the door open for Dorcas and led her down the hallway to a door that required unlocking with his wand before they could enter. Ushering her inside, he closed the door and locked it behind them, not wanting to be disturbed. The fire whooshed to life in the hearth, and Albus put away his wand, setting his drink down on the small table beside his favoured arm chair. "I won't keep you long," he said, humour in his voice. "I'm sure you'd rather be elsewhere."
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