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The look on Clem's face changed as she realised what the whispering was about. Evie braced herself for a drama as her sister stomped across the room in her beautiful wedding gown, and watched with horror as the shop assistant tried and failed to fasten Evie's dress all the way to the top. Evie winced, pearly white teeth on show in a grimace as Clem released her rage in a hysterical scream. Pressing her lips together, eyes wide as she watched her sister tear dresses down from their hangers in her fury, trashing the room completely and demanding that they fix it. She could only watch for the moment, her fat boobs exposed as she stood there waiting for her sister to pause and breathe. The shop assistant looked terrified, and had backed away from Clem and Evie, as though they might murder her at any moment. If only she knew how close she was to having that become a reality. At least Evie wouldn't be murdered for this, that was a small consolation, you couldn't kill your own sister.

Evie decided that she was probably the best person to do damage control, since the silly blonde was proving useless in the corner, trying to scoop up the garments Clem had thrown around, and muttering apologies like her life depended on it. She flicked her manipulation switch to full force and bravely took a few steps towards her big sister. "Clem, breathe," she urged, tugging on her dress as she spoke. "Look, it's just my boobs. It's only a few inches at the top, I'll shrink them, It'll be fine." She nodded at her sister, trying to be as convincing as possible. "It'll be fine." It really would be fine, there was time to get it fixed, they were magical for crying out loud, they could fix this type of thing in seconds if they had someone who knew how. This shop had seamstresses coming out of its arse, they'd have it sorted in a few days. And if they didn't, there'd be a horrible accident in the store that would leave half of the staff dead, because no way was Evie being the one to ruin her sisters wedding because of incompetent dressmakers. Someone would pay. She shimmied out of her dress and turned on the shop assistant. "Fix it," she spat, glaring and shoving the gown into the woman's arms.



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tag: Clementine Gabrielle Burke
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notes: Sisters! <3
outfit: Cute and classy.

Spring Gala

Dora was sweet enough to suggest that Rodolphus had been oogling her because she looked so good tonight. Evie had to agree that she did look stunning, but that wasn't anything new. "Of course, he was reluctant to part with me," she played along. "We almost took a detour to the bathroom on the way in from the gardens, but I insisted that I'm far too much of a lady for that." Of all of the rubbish she spouted daily to filthy muggleborns, pretending not to loathe them, Evie was quite good at spinning a yarn or two and making it believable, but she didn't want word to get out that she'd turned down the advances of Rodolphus Lestrange. He'd likely kill her for slander and though she'd make a beautiful corpse, she didn't want to die just yet. "He was a perfect gentleman," she smiled at Dora, with a shrug. "I don't think I'm the next Mrs Lestrange, and I'm glad of it. Far too much pressure." She adjusted her skirt under the table and turned in her seat to face Dora more, turning her back to the older woman on her other side. She had no clue who the old bat was, so Evie wouldn't be offering up any small talk in that direction. She didn't need to anyway, she had Dora to keep her entertained.

And oh, how entertaining Dora Parkinson could be. She was a ball of fun, and always had lots of gossip to share. "Tell me about your dress," she gushed, burying her hands in the sparkling material to admire it. "It looks so expensive, did Fin treat you?" she asked, glancing across Dora at Fin, who seemed quite happy nosing up and down the table and no doubt eavesdropping on as many conversations as he could. Fin was Dora's keeper, anyone who knew the pair knew that. She had no money of her own, her family had fallen from grace in pureblood circles, and she was holding on by her fingertips, only managing to stay afloat thanks to Finley's generosity and kindness towards her. It was nice that she had him to do that for her, but Evie wondered when he would get tired of carrying Dora. Surely it was exhausting buying her expensive things all of the time. She wasn't his wife, after all. Maybe Evie could find a nice pureblooded man for Dora to marry, someone slightly higher than her, but not high enough that they would look down their nose at the poor girl like the likes of Lilith Burke did. She was a lovely girl, it was a shame her parents had failed her. Something as simple as a match with a man of the right standing could sort the Parkinson name right out, but then... was it really Evie's place to get involved? It seemed like such work.



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tag: Euphadora Rose Parkinson , Finley Charles Avery and Everyone!
notes: <3
outfit: Spring rose!

Spring Gala

Complete transparency in the ministry. Evie nearly snorted with laughter, but she managed to stop herself, and instead her smile brightened as she nodded along encouragingly. "I wouldn't worry about silly reports in newspapers," she said casually. "They sensationalize everything. It's clearly just a bid for drama." In actual fact she had loved the newspaper article about the leak. It was scandalous and wonderfully condemning, and just the kind of thing she liked to read, especially about a brand new minister, highlighting her rookie mistakes was just fabulous entertainment. The Minister excused herself and Evie was pleased to see the back of her as she disappeared in the crowd. Dinner was to be served momentarily and it couldn't come sooner, standing around a garden in heels was getting tiring, as was the mind numbing music that was playing. Maybe dinner would be more interesting, though that would depend on who she was seated with. She linked her arm through Rodolphus' and turned her gaze upon him. "Could we have more idiotic Minister?" Probably not. "Escort a lady to dinner?"

The walk was short, and she was soon bidding Rodolphus farewell as they gave their names to the help and were taken in different directions to their seats. Evie couldn't help but feel sorry for Roddy as he was seated practically in Galanis' lap, and she smiled to herself as she spied two wonderfully welcome heads of dark hair beside her name card. Dora Parkinson was a lovely little thing, and beside her was her best friend, and Evie's old flame, Fin Avery. They were people Evie definitely considered to be friends, and she could be herself around them without having to pretend too much. Of course Dora had no idea Evie and Fin were Death Easters, so that would have to remain hush hush, but aside from that she wouldn't need to hold her tongue too much. "Dora, you look incredible!" she gushed, taking a seat next to the raven haired girl and leaning over to kiss her on the cheek in greeting. She gave a flirty wave across Dora to Fin. "Hi, handsome," she smirked, knowing the compliment would roll right off of him. He was used to being handsome pretty much all of the time, when they had dated he had been practically immune to such words. Still, Dora would surely appreciate the fuss, and she deserved it, she looked wonderfully glamorous and put old Galanis to shame.



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tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange , @sybil , Euphadora Rose Parkinson , Finley Charles Avery and Everyone!
notes: <3
outfit: Spring rose!

Nott-Burke Wedding

The big day had finally arrived, and Evie had fitted into her dress perfectly. That was the most important thing for today, right? Of course it was. Her looking a complete vision as her big sister's maid of honour was so incredibly important, and she was Evie, of course she would be spectacular, she was stunning. Naturally Clementine looked beautiful, too, and that was also a priority for the day, but she had their mother to help her with that, and Evie tried her best not to stare at herself in the mirrors too much as she handed over the veil for their mother to fit into Clem's hair. The dress she was wearing was pale pink, long and beautiful, she would practically float down the aisle in it. And Clem's dress was alright, too. Okay, Clem's dress was amazing, and her sister looked like an absolute angel as she turned around and Evie got her first look at her in her outfit complete with veil. "You're perfection," she smiled with a small shake of her head in awe at her gorgeous big sister. Clem's smile was ear to ear as the sisters fussed and allowed excitement to take over before the big event.

It didn't take long before their father arrived for his part in the ceremony, walking his first born down the aisle. Evie scooped up the bouquets from the dressing room and followed Clem and their dad out of the room. The ring bearer and flower girls were sent in to gentle harp music which trickled into their small chamber off of the main room, and Evie turned to her sister as the unimportant bridesmaids headed out for their walk up the aisle. A few hushed whispers of encouragement and love were exchanged as Evie brushed out a kink on Clem's dress and handed the bride her bouquet. It was soon her own turn to walk down the aisle and take her place near the altar, and she made no rush of it, enjoying every second of all eyes being on her. Her smile was radiant as she glided past people from every pureblood family around, enjoying the admiring glances and smiles of adoration she received. Her gaze finally fell on Lucian who was waiting for his bride, and she stood opposite him to the side of the altar, leaving room for his bride. He looked like some sort of blonde god in that suit, and if he wasn't about to marry her sister, she'd have ripped it off of him and had her way with him right there in front of everyone. Okay, maybe not quite, but in her head she did. For half a second.

Her head turned as the wedding march began, and Clem floated into the room, all beauty and nerves, and every pair of eyes in the room on her. Some people were crying already, and Evie resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She would cry if this was a wedding designed by true love, but as something that was arranged, she knew the anxiety that went with it, and so crying over the beauty of it all would not be something she would be doing today. Maybe she'd cry later when she was drunk and started to think about how her sister had missed out on falling in love and having a real wedding with someone of her own choosing. That might be a tad inappropriate, though. She'd have to think about how much she had to drink. The ceremony was a pretty average length, just what you'd expect of a pureblood wedding, and Evie stood tall through the whole thing, her high heels never making her twitch or shift position. She was tall and proud and everything her sister would want her to be. She applauded and cheered for the bride and groom as they kissed, and she hoped when it came time to consummating the wedding tonight that Clem got more than a chaste peck on the lips from her new husband. He was far too hot to be that tame and boring.

The reception was wonderful, and allowed Evie to mingle with friends and family openly, although she was called away for photos for a short while, which was just as well before she had another drink. The Burke sisters were seemingly well behaved, and Evie had her instructions to keep an eye on them for the day. They wouldn't sully their own reputation by making a spectacle of themselves, surely. Evie even had to dance with the younger Burke brother, Lysander, and then Lucian himself gave her a twirl around the dance floor. The dance she really wanted was with her sister, and the pair shimmied away, arms around each other as one of their favourite up tempo songs was played. It was lovely to be able to celebrate with Clem, though she soon found herself someone attractive and available to have a proper dance with once everyone was too drunk to care about her rubbing her arse up against some guy's crotch. All in all, it was a wonderful day, no drama, she looked incredible, lots of admiration, and the only downfall being that her sister was now a Burke. Clementine Burke. Evie was the only Nott girl in the family. The end of them being the Nott sisters was kind of a slap in the face, but her sister looked happy, and Evie was too tipsy to think about it by the time she was heading to a hotel room with the hot guy she'd met at the bar. She did worry when he ripped her dress off, it had been quite expensive, but you couldn't put a price on fun, right?



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tag: Clementine Gabrielle Burke , Lucian Angelus Marcel Burke and everyone!
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outfit: Maid of Honour.

Spring Gala

Rodolphus Lestrange was a man who could make people scream either through excruciating pain, or sheer ecstasy. Evie had known the latter a couple of times, and she didn't regret her dallies with him one bit, but she was surprised to find him approaching her in the crowd. She snatched a flute of champagne from the server she had been zoning in on, and raised it to her lips, looking the eldest Lestrange over and deciding she still liked what she saw. There were fresh rumours doing the rounds that he was divorcing Bellatrix, which no doubt made far too many pureblooded women happy. In fact, Evie would go so far as to bet that half of the women here had dolled themselves up hoping to catch his eye. One of the richest men around, good looking, powerful and in need of an heir, looking for a new wife? He wouldn't be looking for long. Evie didn't fancy herself as a Lestrange, fortunately. She'd happily screw his brains out in a back room after a few more glasses of champagne, but she had seen him in action as a Death Eater, he was dangerous. She didn't want to get too close to that, she valued her pretty little neck, and wanted it to stay pretty, thank you very much.

"Rodolphus," she purred, running a finger over the collar of his suit, sexy eyes meeting his as she smirked playfully. "The most eligible bachelor in town." She enjoyed him for a moment before dropping the act and her hand as she answered his question. "Dull," she said with a pout as her glass rose to her lips once more. "If this party doesn't pick up, I'll be in bed by nine," she complained, glancing at him at the mention of bed. She wasn't inviting him to join her, though she got the feeling he would think the same thing as she had, that she would fare better if she had company. As it was, she didn't want company tonight, not in that way. She was simply here to seem supportive, and show her face amongst her work colleagues so that they'd know she attended and had a good time. Minister Galanis was incapable of throwing a gala to rival the events Evie had been going to since she was young, and all of the fancy decorations in the world couldn't change that. They were more tacky than fancy, though, if you really bothered to take in the details. She was sure most of the flower displays were plastic, and there was no way this house could host so many guests without a few enlargement charms being thrown about. Cheating wasn't classy.



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tag: Rodolphus Adalrich Lestrange and Everyone!
notes: <3
outfit: Spring rose!

Spring Gala

Evie usually loved a good party, an excuse to schmooze and mingle with the fabulous purebloods of the world, and if it wasn't a pureblood event, a chance to feel like a wonderful person, surrounded by those that thought the sun shone out of her arse. There were drinks, beautiful men, gorgeous dresses, food, fabulous decorations. What was there not to love? Even this spring gala that the Minister was throwing was something she was excited about. She didn't have to work as security, that was all on the Aurors to deal with, and she could just look pretty and have fun for the entire night, whilst managing to appear wonderful, friendly and a complete asset to the Ministry. It really was a win-win situation. Of course there would be more unsavoury types there, those with tainted blood, but she could - and did on a daily basis - overlook that. It didn't matter. She was an incredible actress, and she would enjoy her time at the gala. Nobody was going to drag her down, not even Alvar Bellerose who was currently kissing the Minister's arse.

She had been led around the back of the building, a rather unusual way into the place, but whatever floated old Sybil's boat. There were people in droves, all wanting a piece of the new Minister, all dressed to the nines, though none as stunning as Evie herself. She had on a pink two piece ensemble, the skirt of which was embellished with roses. It was full and swishy and just beautiful, and she felt like a spring princess lifting the front of it to navigate stairs in her heels. Her hair was plaited at one side of her neck, neat and beautiful, allowing the weak spring sun to kiss her bare shoulders. Merlin, she was a vision. Much more so than any of the other peasants in the crowd as Minister Galanis made her boring speech. It was a task not to yawn, but Evie managed it, and only glanced at the lovely pink sapphire watch on her wrist once to see how long the woman had been prattling on for. When Galanis finally finished her rambling and made her way down the steps, Evie's dark eyes followed her, and landed on Alvar Bellerose as he approached the woman and tried to talk to her. Bellerose was a traitor. A fine pureblood who would have made an incredible husband to anyone of Evie's standing, but he had turned tail and fell for someone with filth in her veins. There was a price on his head, and rightly so, though Evie would not get involved. She would, however, glare at him as she passed by on her way to find herself a drink. Stupid Bellerose in his stupid hot suit.



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tag: Everyone!
notes: <3
outfit: Spring rose!

Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time

Evie pushed open the door to the karaoke bar and stepped inside, dark eyes widening as she took in the scene before her. There were women everywhere, not a male in sight except for a few workers and... Jesse Meyers, sitting at the bar and giving her a wave and a comedic grin. Evie cocked her head and returned the grin, one brow quirked in intrigue. He had asked her if she was up for a fun night out, since it had been a while since they'd had a good time together, and Evie adored being missed by someone. He hadn't exactly said that he'd missed her, but to request her company on a night out was enough of an admittance in her eyes. It was a shame he had filth running through his veins and was nowhere near good enough to call himself a wizard, because Jesse was a lot of fun, and someone she would have seen herself genuinely admiring had he not been a mudblood. As it was, she was able to use him for the purposes of things like tonight, so he wasn't a complete waste of space, and he did make her laugh.

She had dressed to kill, and all eyes were on her as she crossed the busy room. She knew she was incredibly beautiful, and with her hair up in a sexy ponytail, dark makeup, red lips, and her best assets on show, it didn't matter if it was ladies night or a pet parade, everyone in the room either wanted to be her, or be with her. It was a wonderful feeling that would never get old, and the reason why she was so deceivingly lovely to everyone, mudblood or not, adoration was adoration, and she would take it in all of it's forms. She reached Jesse without having to rub up against too many people as she squeezed her way through bodies, and reluctantly leaned up to give him a kiss on the cheek. "Hey handsome," she greeted. "So this is how you pull so many girls," she marveled, mouth open in playful surprise as she indicated to all of the women in the room. He couldn't have known it was ladies night, surely, but she liked the idea of him not caring and being determined to have fun anyway. "Ply me with enough alcohol and I'll be dragging you up there for a duet in about an hour," she purred, watching the woman singing her heart out on the stage. Evie was no singer. She could find the right notes well enough, but she was more of a shouter, and nobody in the room would be awed by her vocal talents, but she really wouldn't care after a certain number of shots. It was a work night, though, so she knew she'd have to draw a line somewhere if she didn't want to be useless tomorrow.



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tag: @jesse
notes: <3
outfit: Hot stuff.