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Under the Mistletoe

He sipped his tea as Dora chatted away, leaning back in his seat, sapphire eyes glancing without hesitation towards the window that led to the balcony when she mentioned a spying pervert for a neighbour. That wasn't okay. Whoever the guy was, he needed to know that if he wanted to use his telescope to watch girls undressing in the privacy of their own homes, then said telescope would be getting shoved up his arse. Fin said nothing on the matter to Dora, only gave a look of disapproval. She didn't need to worry herself with Fin paying the guy a visit once he'd left Dora's apartment today. Nor did she need to worry about the new neighbours she may or may not get across the way depending on how much telescope guy's face offended Fin. Fin really hoped the telescope was one of the huge ones like they had in the Astronomy tower at Hogwarts, that'd be quite fun to play with, and would likely insure that the creep never walked again, if he survived at all. It wouldn't be hard to find him, either, how many people had a bloody telescope in apartments this small? Fin would bet that the guy was a rarity around these parts.

"It'd be easy enough to Imperio the idiot," Fin spoke up about the landlord with a smirk, eyes trained on Dora's face to gauge her reaction to what he was playing off as a joke, though it was something he would actually consider doing if there was a way that he wouldn't get caught and thrown in Azkaban. "Not gonna question you then, is he?" Sly and filled with jest as his words were, Fin's foot was tapping lightly under the table as irritation over not being able to just do as he pleased seeped into his bones. He wanted to kill the pervert across the alley, and he wanted to make the landlord leave Dora alone so she could fix this poxy little shithole up to be fitting for a pureblooded witch! He tried to calm the rising frustration by moving with the change of topic. "Henry the fern died when you left." he told her, feigning sadness, lips forming a pitiful pout. "Dora's the old armchair in my office. Strange men sit on her for meetings and she's a bit tattered at the edges, I figured it was fitting." He sipped his tea again, wishing it was something stronger and now more eager than ever to get out on the balcony to put up lights, just so that he could scope out the apartments facing. "It's not that lonely," he added with a shrug. "I might miss you a little bit when I'm cooking, it's not the same without you sitting in my way on top of the counter and eating half my ingredients before I can do anything with them." He really did miss Dora at meal times. Sitting alone to eat was kind of sad, though he sometimes had friends over to keep him company, or just went out to eat, that tended to solve the problem much faster.



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tag: Euphadora Rose Parkinson
notes: <3

Night Whispers

Fin let out a sharp laugh at the mention of Hickson being a bit uneasy at first. The man's face had been a right picture when he'd first entered the fray, and he'd hung back for a minute before joining in the fun. If he'd been a friend, Fin might have given him a rough shove into the middle of things to get him started, but as he was someone Fin didn't know at all before today, he wasn't bothered whether the guy joined in or not. If he'd lost his bottle and backed away, the Dark Lord would have likely killed him for being such a weakling, or at the very least given a severe punishment, and it was no skin off Fin's nose if the man landed himself in a cauldron full of hot shit, so he'd left him to it. As Roddy had said, though, Hickson had come around quickly enough, and the night had gone well. Fin was about to comment on how gormless and pale the guy had looked when he had killed for the first time, but the kitchen door opened softly and Jovi entered the room, Fin's head snapping around at break neck speed at the unexpected interruption.

Fin's first thought should have been "shit, did she just hear what we were talking about!?" but all he could think was how completely transparent her outfit was. He watched her arse in the... thing - it really couldn't be called clothing, there wasn't enough of it there - and raised one brow as she leaned over the sink to get herself a glass of water. 'She's a student. She's a student.' Fin repeated over and over as he watched the fiery little beauty stand there completely unabashed at her choice in sleepwear. She was indeed still at school, and only seventeen until the summer. She was also Dora's cousin, and more importantly for the current situation, Roddy's cousin. He really shouldn't have stared like he did, but he didn't actually give a shit in that moment. She looked hot as fuck, and he couldn't deny it. He forced his eyes to snap to Roddy. She hadn't said anything other than "evening". Had she heard them? His eyes flashed at the older guy, clearly in question over the matter, but he said nothing. "Morning, Jovi," he greeted, focusing on her face instead of her boobs. "Couldn't be bothered putting on clothes today?" Fin smirked. It sounded like the complaint of a much older man, though he was definitely not complaining.



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tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange and Jovian Isobel Corrine Rowle
notes: Outfit. <3

Darkest of Times

Being summoned by ones master was always a pain in the arse when one was in the middle of a rather bubbly tub with a pretty girl. Fin had been out the night before, and ended up going home with a seriously hot brunette who had eventually made good on every kinky promise she'd made him. It was a wild night, a wilder morning, and after breakfast, it had gone into round three and they'd somehow ended up in the bath. Probably for the best, since Fin felt like the pair of them might be more than a bit worse for wear hygiene wise, and he was nothing if not a lover of cleanliness. He felt the mark spring to life on his arm, and despite it's concealment charm which kept his company from seeing it there at all, Fin knew he was being called, and he watched as the charm evaporated, releaving the dark mark on his left forearm, writhing and the deepest black in hue. Cursing to himself, he shoved his arm under the bubbles to hide it, and reached his right hand over the edge of the bath, groping for a towel as the foxy brunette kissed him, oblivious that Fin was no longer into it like he'd been a moment earlier.

Breaking his lips away from hers, he2 gave her a gentle shove off of him, and stood, water and bubbles pouring off of him as he hopped over the edge of the tub and wrapped the fluffy white towel around his waist. "Sorry, love, I've got a meeting I forgot about," he called as he headed for the door. "See yourself out, don't steal anything." His tone was abrupt with the order, and he hoped she didn't go snooping around his home before she left, he really didn't want to have to kill someone so hot. Entering his bedroom, he locked the door with his wand and headed for his wardrobe, drying himself off with his towel as he went, and pulling on black jeans and a black shirt. He gave his hair a quick rub, leaving it sticking up in a million different directions as he pulled on shoes and grabbed a black cloak from the wardrobe, making sure it was hooded before turning to open the secret compartment in the back which was where he kept his mask. Silver and swirled with patterns, it was a bit girly, but Fin liked it enough, it was quite similar to his father's so he presumed it was a family thing. Placing the mask over his face, he sealed up his wardrobe carefully, and apparated on the spot straight to the snow covered mansion he had been summoned to.

Glad of the long robe having sleeves, he tugged it a bit tighter around him, regretting leaving his hair wet as the chill clung to it under his hood and traveled down his spine. He crossed the threshold of the mansion, entering the fancy building and moving through the hallways until he reached the large ballroom which was occupied by his master and the rest of the Death Eaters. Fin entered, heading straight to the center of the room in front of the dais where the Dark Lord sat, and dropped into a low bow. "My lord," he muttered in a respectful tone, holding the position before moving away to join his father at the edge of the room. Aurelius Avery didn't acknowledge his son, but Fin wasn't too bothered, he merely stood at his father's side in silence, and waited for the meeting to begin, thankful that his guest hadn't made him late.



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tag: Sexy evil peoples!
notes: Outfit. <3

Night Whispers

Winding down after a night like that was always hard. Fin loved it when he was paired up with Rodolphus Lestrange for something wicked on the Dark Lord's orders, and tonight had been no disappointment. The older Death Eater was fierce and unstoppable, not to mention a lot of fun. Fin had looked up to him for a while now in the Death Eater ranks, and though he wasn't into kissing the guy's arse, he had a good amount of respect for Rodolphus, and the man brought out the best in Fin when they were on the job, or so Fin liked to call it. It wasn't really a job so much as an order, and if it wasn't followed through efficiently heads would literally roll, but it was less terrifying when it had a casual spin put on it. It was also less terrifying when the job was done and drinks could be had to wind down. It was a big task though, trying to erase the huge amounts of adrenaline which pumped though Fin's veins. He was often greatly affected by the thrill of killing, and it made him go a little bit wild if he didn't have someone with him to keep him in line. Getting rid of that buzz took hours, usually, and it was hard for him to sleep on those nights.

He and Roddy had cleaned themselves up after their delightful murdering spree, and headed out to a few bars to be seen by people, a lot of people who would help them to not be called into question for any murders that may or may not have happened that night. Everybody knew pureblood families were all suspect, but as long as you had a solid alibi, you were fine, the Aurors and Hit Wizards didn't have a leg to stand on. Being seen drinking and cavorting around pubs meant they'd have eye witnesses if needed to confirm their whereabouts, though honestly, Fin had never once been questioned or had anyone looking into him for signs of his involvement before. He'd had a few interrogations about deaths at his club, but that came hand in hand with drunks and druggies, and was never his fault in any way, shape or form. As far as the Ministry were concerned, anyway. So drinks had been had, adrenaline fueled, egotistical laughs had been had, and it was well after midnight by the time they'd found themselves at Fin's house.

He'd make quick work of getting changed out of his ale swilled clothes and into some comfy pants and a hoodie, leaving himself barefoot as he padded into the kitchen to make food for himself and his friend. Burgers seemed like a good idea, and so he'd managed to make a whole plate full without burning down the kitchen, and had devoured three on large buns with all the trimmings, drinking water and feeling himself sober up as the time ticked on. The lads had laughed together some more, though Fin was aware that Dora was probably upstairs with her cousin, so keeping the noise down was likely a good idea. Fin leaned against the kitchen counter, glass of water in hand, glancing at the clock which told him it had gone three in the morning. It didn't feel that late to him. "Why did the Dark Lord send Hickson out with us tonight?" he piped up, wondering if Rodolphus had any insight into why a new recruit had been told to accompany them. "A test for him, or a test for us?" It was a test for somebody, that was for sure, but Fin wondered if it was more for them, to see how they handled having a weight tied around their ankles in needing to cover the tracks of someone wet behind the ears. They'd passed, he was certain of that, Hickson was safe at home, and not a trace of any of them left behind at the crime scene, but he did wonder what might have gone through Voldemort's head when he gave the orders. He sipped his drink, blue eyes fixed thoughtfully on the older man.



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tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange and Jovian Isobel Corrine Rowle
notes: Outfit. <3

Under the Mistletoe

Her question about where the heck a house elf would live in this poky place elicited a genuine laugh from Fin`and he shrugged, not giving one shit about where the thing would sleep. "Shove it out on the balcony in a dog kennel or something," he suggested, not seeing anything wrong with that idea at all. It would have shelter, four walls, some sort of bedding, he supposed, and the privacy of not being right on top of it's owner when she had guys over for wild nights. It sounded pretty perfect to Fin, forgetting the fact that there was no way he'd ever be happy for her to have a house elf. He liked the balcony, it was cute, if he never got to go out there again, especially in the warmer months when he could strut up and down the whole three paces of space with no shirt on and impress the cats in the alley below, he would be extremely put out. Maybe not extremely, but close enough.

He tweaked a bauble or two as Dora told him all about her shitty landlord and how she'd gotten books from the library to help her learn how to fix things up herself. Fin was impressed. She seemed like a pretty, dizty, shallow little thing on the surface, but Dora had smarts and she was completely able to take the initiative when she needed to and get stuck in. He admired that, considering most people judged her harshly as a superficial doll with an empty head. She was far from it, and he nodded at her. "Good. Who needs a fucking useless muggle to fix things for you anyway. Bunch of incompetent sewer rats." That was harsh, but he didn't care. He was so far gone into this whole quest for a world where Purebloods reigned, he had become more and more hateful of muggles and muggleborns as time had gone on, and not even remotely embarrassed to speak that way, since he believed in what he was saying so strongly. He tried to hold his tongue as much as possible for the sake of not having tense conversations, but sometimes it just slipped out, and Fin would never apologise for it when it did.

Finished with tweaking the tree, he leaned down a bit to meet her halfway as Dora leaned up to kiss him on the cheek, and followed her over to the small seating area which he supposed she called her living room. "Is there a... a table under there...?" he pointed at the tray of tea as he sat down, leaning his head under the tray as though looking for something titchy, a cheeky grin on his face. He righted himself and picked up the teapot, pouring Dora a cup first and then filling one for himself as he spoke. "You need to hire someone to come in here and just blast everything with enlargement charms, honesty, it probably wouldn't cost that much." He added some milk and sugar to his cup and used his wand to stir it, because why the fuck not use magic for the laziest of things when you had it at your fingertips? He watched the swirling tea in the cup for a minute before letting it settle, resting his wand on the chair next to him and picking up his cup to take a sip, sighing at the delicious warmth that seemed to spread to his bones. "Ahh, I can feel myself defrosting," he sighed dramatically, tone as sarcastic as Dora's had been moments ago.



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tag: Euphadora Rose Parkinson
notes: <3

Something There

Fin had a lot of friends. He also had plenty of acquaintances, a good few play things, even the occasional more regular play thing, which he'd heard was called a girlfriend, but he lacked the sense of attachment to any of them to be able to call them that. Elizabeth Greengrass, however, was not like any of his other friends. He had known her since their school years, and sought her company regularly at the castle, and again after graduation, and he could safely say after much experimenting that Beth made him feel like no other person on the planet had ever made him feel before. Whenever he was around her he just felt... happy. It was strange. Lots of things made Fin happy in life, it wasn't as though he was a miserable sod, but this was different. It wasn't the same kid of happiness that he got from sex, or killing, or being free of his dickhead of a dad, it was a softer, more subtle kind of happiness. A smile that was just there all the time when he was with her, a sense of easiness, like all was right with the world when he listened to her talk, and a fascination just watching the way her eyes twinkled when she spoke of the things she loved, the way the sun shone on her hair, the way her lips curved into a bright smile, making him want nothing more than to kiss her. It was a feeling he didn't get around any other person, and it had been like that for many years now, though he still wasn't sure what to do with it.

He'd arranged to meet up with her to catch up for the evening. Drinks, possibly dancing if she fancied it, and more than likely a stunning outfit, though Fin thought she'd look incredible in a potato sack if she showed up in one. Yeah, he had it bad for Elizabeth Greengrass. Wearing a simple black shirt and trousers, with a dark jacket, Fin left his house a little bit too early and disapparated, appearing at the far end of Whimsic Alley and wishing he'd aimed closer to the Ambrosia Lounge because it was bloody freezing out and he'd forgotten to add that handy little heating charm that Dora had taught him to his clothes. He supposed that's what he got for being too eager to see his "friend". Long legs carried him down the busy street, girls dressed in skimpy outfits shivering their arses off and giving him flirty glances as he passed. He was no stranger in Whimsic Alley at night time, since he owned one of the most famous clubs there, but tonight he was off duty, and so he returned the flirty looks with a dazzling grin of his own as he neared the bar he was to meet Elizabeth at, wondering if she'd be on time or if he'd have a long, cold wait ahead of him. He stopped outside of the Ambrosia Lounge and rubbed his hands together for warmth, blue eyes glancing up and down the bright street for signs of his date for the night.



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tag: @lizzie
notes: Outfit. <3