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Jovi had no idea what was going on with her relationship with Fin. What was happening? It wasn't a relationship, not really because they'd not even had a date yet but there was something there, there was most definitely something between them that was worth exploring, even if it was just a little fun for a short while. Jovi had been in plenty of relationships, she'd fooled around with some and just lead others on. She wasn't a fan of just one night stands unless she was getting over a break up. She was much more comfortable in a relationship and because she was cute, there was always a guy willing to impress her. Tonight it was Finley Avery. He certainly had his issues but none that Jovi found particularly off putting at the moment. It was true that she didn't yet know of many of his issues, but the ones she was aware of she had no trouble with. He was a little full of himself, a little vain, smart-arse, smug, and arrogant, but that wasn't anything she wasn't already used to. All of her ex's had some, if not all of those traits so she knew how to handle a guy like that. Unlike most of her ex's, Fin actually seemed more intelligent. Jovi had never bothered with the smarter guys because they seemed more like the sorts for settling down with and she'd not been ready to settle down. She still wasn't ready, but she was ready to move on from the teenage boys she'd been spending her time on, in favour of a real man.

The carriage that picked her up arrived on time, she however did not. Not lady was ever ready on time and so she kept the carriage waiting. She was fully dressed, hair and make up ready, but she obsessed over every little detail of her appearance in order to pass the time. After twenty minutes and a final play of her hair, Jovi left her family manor and made her way to the coach. She climbed inside to find roses waiting for her. She sighed. She'd rather hoped for something more from Fin but she supposed he was a man, she couldn't expect him to be too creative. She'd see how the night went. If it was more cliches then there probably wouldn't be a second date. She thought Fin was smarter than other men but so far she was thoroughly underwhelmed. The night was not off to a great start and she certainly hoped it would improve.

The carriage pulled away and Jovi spent her time of the journey inspecting the roses. They were beautiful, absolutely flawless. She looked over every petal that she could, looking for blemishes, wilted petals, broken leaves, anything but there was nothing to fault, even the colour was divine but such a given. She'd expect this kind of thing from any random guy. She supposed there was nothing special between herself a Fin right now, they had no proper history beside one snog and a few talks at her cousin's wedding and Christmas Eve party. Perhaps she was expecting too much of him, giving him too much credit.

The carriage arrived at her destination where she hoped Fin would be waiting with more than just the roses he'd left for her in the carriage. The door opened wide and Jovi was helped out of the carriage and she looked up at the restaurant sign. Prestigious. Nice. Very good. Though a single glance inside showed that it was completely empty. Jovi was perhaps a little impressed, assuming that Fin had paid a lot to have the place to himself. The flowers were weak but the amount of money it would have taken to clear the place completely, just for the two of them, was certainly impressive. If there was one thing Jovi liked, it was having money spent on her. The individual that had assisted her from the carriage held the door to the restaurant open for her, a little ringing of a bell sounded out her arrival. She stepped inside and her jacket was taken for her while her eyes looked around the room, thinking it looked rather pretty. She found the lighting soft and inviting and there was a table set up just for the two of them but it was going to take more than that to impress her on a first date.

Tag: Finley Charles Avery
Words: 740
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Clothes: First Date

Jovi was glad to let Fin take the lead, with her dates she always had to prompt them on what to do, how to handle her, how to keep her happy. There were usually things they were pretty good at that could only be done in public, but beyond that they really had no use, other than apparently making Fin what Jovi could only assume was jealous. Why else would he seek her out yet again? Merlin he was quite set on her. Perhaps it was just a sport, a little fun, a one night thing, she'd be up for that. She had found herself wondering for a couple of years now what Fin was like beneath the sheets but she'd been a student back then, she hadn't wanted to hook up with some club owner that was older than her. Well she had, but she did somewhat care about appearances back then and she didn't want to seem like some silly little school girl with a crush on an older guy. What was more a guy that wanted to date a school girl or just hook up with one? Creepy! So not the kind of guy she'd wanted to be in but now that she was graduated a few months things were a little different. She didn't have to base her thoughts and feelings about Fin just on his appearance, she actually had the chance to get to know him a little, something she didn't do with the guys she'd dated previously. To her a guy was just a fun time, someone to buy her pretty things and then she could just toss them aside when she was done. Fin didn't seem the sort of guy you could do that with. He was too smart to just be used.

They made it to a little spot worthy of dancing in. Things got intimate quickly as he leant in, lowering his head to her ear. She smirked a little, knowing she very well had a knack for picking rather moronic individuals to accompany her places. In fairness they were gifted in other aspects that she could enjoy. Wealth, just as an example. "Oh darling," She said with a breathy, softly, sarcastic toned laugh, looking as sweet as heaven as she gazed at him, her head tilted a little to look at his eyes that just seemed to sparkle from the fairy lights all around, "Everyone's a moronic troll to me." They truly were and Jovi wasn't afraid to admit it either. "I don't need rescuing," She assured him, although with her track record it didn't hold much weight, "I need challenging." A challenger was an exciting thought, someone to rival her, get her on her toes and keep her interested in more than his wallet. Right now her former boyfriends and dates all had one thing in common - their IQ's could rival that of a dirty mop.

Tag: Finley Charles Avery
Words: 487
Notes: <3
Clothes: When she was listening to her boring date

The evening was going well enough. A little dull considering the company she had but she was sure things would liven up a little more in no time, either she'd ditch her date or have him do ridiculous tasks to keep herself entertained. Perhaps a game or dares was about due, encouraging morons like this guy to do something utterly ridiculous in the Lestrange home and around the grounds. There a few little traditions that these parties had and Jovi was certainly up for the main one - getting absolutely wasted. She was going to have a heck of an amazing time while looking incredible in doing so. Having been out a fair few times with her cousin Dora, Jovi had grown used to certain types of alcohol, typically anything mixed with vodka and preferably with a garnish and little umbrella because they were adorable and completely made the drink more fun. That wasn't to say she was good at handling it, just that she could handle about the standard amount, which was far more than she could have handled two years ago. A couple of fruity numbers and she wouldn't have stopped giggling, a third and she would have been completely drunk.

Her dance with tall and stupid was interrupted and Jovian felt her stomach do a back flip. A flitter of a smile graced her lips as her eyes lit up from the state of boredom that had been induced by sub-par company. As quickly as he happiness came, she suppressed it, looking casual as though she'd been having a fine ol' time with John, Clive, whatever the guys name was. Either way he looked confused but stepped aside after a firm shove from Fin who could have been getting himself in over his head if tried that kind of trick with someone that had even half a brain. Luckily for Fin Jovi wasn't on the lookout for someone with a large brain but rather a large appendage with which to have fun later in the night.

Gently Jovian hovered her hand above Fin's. There was no denying that he was handsome but tonight he was exceptionally handsome. He always looked incredible in a suit and his colour of choice tonight really made his eyes sparkle, "I suppose I could be charitable and accept your offer, just the once." It wouldn't be just the one if she had her way and his tone had not been a question, nor much of an offer at all and she approved very much. Her hand lowered and slipped into his with ease, sending surges through her body and making her heart positively pound. He'd been a shit last year at the New Years Eve bash at his club. He'd cut in front of her boyfriend and snogged her, right in front of him. Jovi didn't mind so much but she didn't appreciate that he'd barely said two words after the event. However she did very much like the way he'd pushed her date out of the way this evening, and the way he'd given her nearly his entire attention at her cousin's wedding.

Tag: Finley Charles Avery
Words: 521
Notes: <3
Clothes: Listening to her boring date

Almost one year ago Fin had surprised Jovi with a kiss on New Years. She'd not expected it at all but it had been quite the show and rather a good kiss. Right in front of her then boyfriend Jovi had loved every second of it, then she'd not seen him for the rest of the school holidays and she'd returned to Hogwarts. After Hogwarts she'd got a job at the ministry and with that came some responsibility and so she'd put of dating, but just for a while, then before she knew it, it was time for the Burke-Lestrange wedding. She'd found herself a suitable enough date but honestly, the guy may as well have been a chalk board. He was so dull and there was next to nothing going on with him, the only good thing about him was that he was basically a blank slate that she could dress up and command however she wanted - she did rather enjoy that. The wedding came and she stole a few glances here and there at Fin but she mostly wondered if she'd look half as good on her wedding day. It had been such an extravagant event. She wasn't sure how much gold her parents had, she just knew it was a lot, but would a wedding like that use up all their funds? Jovi didn't care, not really, just so long as she looked incredible when the time came.

At the wedding, Jovi had spent the majority of the evening with Fin. Her date for the evening sat next to her at the table, blowing bubbles in his drink or whatever, while Jovi flirted up a storm with young Mister Avery. It was amusing that he sought her out, even though she had a date, it was rather becoming a habit of his and Jovi was keen to see what he would do for a third time. She made sure at the Lestrange Christmas Evening to stay close within Fin's eyeline and danced around with her date. She laughed from time to time at little stories her date would tell her, knowing her face would positively radiant. She didn't much care for what her date had to say but she had to admit, he'd stepped up his game a little more, although his conversation were rather dull. At one point he even spoke of different types of rocks and Jovi wondered if Fin was ever going to bloody do something or if she was going to be stuck with this dullard for the rest of the night. No, no-no. That was not going to happen! She'd find her own fun before she let herself slip into a coma listening to the most boring stories in the entire universe.

Tag: Finley Charles Avery and Euphadora Rose Parkinson
Words: 460
Notes: <3
Clothes: Listening to her boring date

It didn't matter that Jovian was surrounded by masked people, nor that she was before a man that had ahold of her arm, wrist facing up, while he spoke, addressing everyone in the room. The way he spoke was certainly awe-inspiring. He was certainly a leader. Jovian could see why he had such a vast following, people willing to lend their lives to him. Although she was cautious, it wasn't Voldemort's speeches that drew her in, she wanted to further the betterment of the lives of her and her kind. Purebloods were sacred and every single one should have been treated like Royalty. She came from a well off family, she was recognised for her family name and for who she was related to, but it wasn't enough. Recognition alone was not enough. Jovian craved power and from what she'd heard, once she'd proven herself through her work as a Death Eater, she would be able to have the power she believed she was entitled to for her blood and her talent.

Jovian had never known so many people to be as silent as they were. Had she been led into the room blindfolded, she could easily have assumed there was no one else around other than the Dark Lord himself. He turned his attention to her once more as they continued, his wand coming down to meet her left forearm. Jovi knew it was going to hurt, to both burn and sting at once, so she was as prepared as she could be. She dared not flinch or make a sound, holding her breath until the Dark Lord was done. She wasn't sure at which moment in time her gaze had shifted, but she was looking at her Dark Mark, settling against her skin. It was bold and dark, certainly something that stood out. Jovi wondered if it would fade a little soon or if it would be this obvious forever, not that she was bothered, but it would take a fair amount of magic to cover it when she had to wear short sleeved dresses. It was the start of summer, she could hardly go around in long sleeves all summer, especially at the beach. She'd figure out a way to cover it - temporarily of course! Jovian was proud of her mark but it wasn't suited to all company. Once her new mark was completely still, the Dark Lord spoke once more and Jovian looked up to meet his tender gaze. He wasn't half bad for a slightly older wizard. Jovi took a deep breath, standing tall as she joined the ranks of the Death Eaters that surrounded Lord Voldemort, taking her place as their equal, as one of them.

Tag: Lord Voldemort and Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 452
Notes: <3

Practising? Not really. Jovi was smart, exceptionally so, and she was very much aware of that. It didn't take her long to learn anything new and the spell, while secret, was not a difficult task. It was just some pretty charm to light up the sky and as Jovi looked rather proudly at her handiwork (though one couldn't tell due to the mask on her face) she envisioned the dark mark, one very similar to what she was looking at, being placed upon her left forearm. Rodolphus had been kind of enough to show her his - eventually. It had taken a few attempts to get him to show her but she supposed she didn't really know her cousin all too well and he probably had to make sure that she was serious about her word to join the Death Eaters some day. All that talk seemed so long ago when tonight she was here, she had killed her Astronomy Professor and she was excited to be before the Dark Lord. She wished to bear his mark, she could not settle for being just a sit-and-watch kind of witch, she had to be out there, doing her part and killing plenty of mudbloods and muggles that deserved nothing more than a swish of her wand to end their pointless lives.

Rodolphus took her away and Jovi went along, a willing participant of the evening. There would be no stopping her, she would be before the Dark Lord and she would receive her Dark Mark. She knew little of it, Rodolphus had been rather mum on the subject, but she liked the surprise, she welcomed it. She had proven her loyalty this night and she would time and time again for as long as she lived.

Following Rodolphus closely, Jovi took in everything that she could see. Her face was still masked as she followed her older cousin, noting that the man knew his way through this manor very well indeed. Jovi hoped to be just as accustomed to the manor as he, but all in good time, she didn't expect things to just be handed to her, she knew she'd have to earn that status she desired here within the ranks of the Dark Lord, and she was excited to play her part and rise above others, for she would most certainly rise above the meek, the ordinary.

Following Rodolphus into a room at last, Jovi knew this was it, this was her moment. There was a little nervousness as she walked forward but who could blame her? She was barely out of Hogwarts and she had killed a man she'd seen only a few short weeks ago. A man that had taught her and given her an O in her Astronomy NEWT but she'd always had a dislike for the creep and right now she got the feeling of a different kind of creepiness. She was surrounded as she came to a stop, yet she was utterly alone. Rodolphus had taken his own place within the room and she had stopped before the dais where a throne like chair sat. In the chair was he. Jovi's breath caught a little. She was indeed intimidated as she stood there, unsure if she should kneel like the others or wait to be given an order. Rodolphus hadn't told her much, just to stand before him, to only speak when spoken to, and not to let her mind wander, so she stood there, looking through the holes of her mask to the man that she wished to serve, wondering if there was more testing to come or if taking Dearborn's life was enough.

Tag: Lord Voldemort and Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange
Words: 610
Notes: <3