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averykatherine:

Katherine nodded. She agreed with Effie’s statement about how boys could be immature. “You can always change age group.” There were older men they could date. They were not restricted to people from their school year. “I would fancy dating a seventh year.” Katherine giggled but it turned into a shocked gasp as Effie commented on her society’s lifestyle. “My family does not have problems.” It was mostly true, she was lucky enough compared to others. Her parents could be worse and she had two loving brothers. “ But yes, you have to make sacrifices to stay pure and lead the good life. It is not easy.” She would not lie about that. 

Effie laughed, shaking her head. “I don’t know. Older boys are dumb too. What we need are real men.” She smirked, always happy to tease. “Oh yeah? Who’ve you got your eyes set on?” The datable seventh years were a limited pool, especially since she found out some nasty little secrets. They were either too immature or too bloody crazy, and she wasn’t ready for a commitment. Effie almost rolled her eyes at that. All the purebloods do. “Sure. But gotta admit your cousins are kinda nuts.”

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bxnesamxlia:

“Pygmy puffs. Sunshine and pygmy puffs. Look, you know what? Nevermind. Do you want some help getting out of those cuffs or what?”

“Nah. But if you’re up for it, I need a distraction. Wanna be my accomplice?”

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bxnesamxlia:

“That’s, uh, pretty bleak.”

“Oh and you’re all sunshine and leprechauns.” 

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Effie tilted her head, confused. Wasn’t this what was supposed to happen? Her eyes narrowed, slightly disappointed and a little bit offended. “A smart one? A one that knows what’s good for him?” She raised an eyebrow at the game that he was playing, but followed suit, she didn’t want to back down. “Mhmm... I don’t know, you seem to be healed already, beside’s I’m just an innocent lil lamb don’t wanna spend time in the snake’s den.” She threw him his shirt and leaned against the wall, “Now you’ve left a girl all hot and bothered.” 

Grinning as nimble fingers touched his skin, Silas felt hot everywhere all of a sudden. Grabbing her hand gently, bright blue eyes danced as he tilted his head. “What kind of man do you think I am, Effie?” He murmured, catching her lower lip with his teeth. “This would be better, but not here. Some day I’ll get my favor returned.” He teased, standing, now that his painful marks were gone. “Unless you plan on following me home that is. You’ve been a good nurse thus far.” All the playful banter had a wolf like grin plastered on his features.

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averykatherine:

“You don’t ?” Katherine moved to be able to look at Effie, a puzzled expression on her face. She was so used to living in a world where arranged marriage were a thing which was talked about from a young age that she had almost forgotten some people did not have the same custom. “I am quite looking forward to find out who my husband will be. I hope he will be handsome and nice enough.” She would not want to end up with someone cruel or who would be abusive. It was actually one of her recurring nightmare, being stuck with a violent man for the rest of her life. 

Effie shook her head, boys were fun but she couldn’t imagine herself settling down at all. “Nah, boys our age are dumb. Gotta wait till they’ve matured enough, like fine wine.” She grinned, starting to do a plait for Katherine. “Does it work like that? You just get fit with a man and hope for the best? Jesus, no wonder you’ve all got some deep family problems.” She couldn’t imagine living like Katherine, having her set of parents and their ideals. It was fun to pretend that she was part of all of that, but pretending and living were quite different.

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bxnesamxlia:

“A princess? You’ve sure got a high opinion of yourself.”

“Who else is gonna believe in me?” 

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tweedlegideon:

He raised his eyebrows at her grow, his ever-present smirk planted upon his lips, “Don’t think I’d want to deprive ou of your kinky shit, Effie. Just take them off if you don’t want them.”

“Why does everyone think that getting out of the handcuffs is the hard part? The real hard part is being able to legally get out of the pile of shite that you’re in. That’s the real smart and kinky shit I like.” 

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You know you're an ENTP when #89

if everyone you knew from all your circles was in the same room at the same time, your head would explode trying to manage all of your different personas

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&. BASICS

Full Name: Euphemia “Effie” Lennon Fletcher

Nicknames:  Effie, Ef (she hates it) 

Age: 21

Sexuality: Bisexual

Date of Birth:  August 1st 

Place of Birth: England

Gender & Species: Female, witch

&. MORE BASIC INFO

Languages: English

Religion: n/a

Education: Graduated Hogwarts (barely)

Occupation: Petty Thief/ Criminal

Drinks, Smokes, & Drugs: Drinks, Smokes, Drugs (rarely but she deals) 

&. PERSONALITY

Zodiac Sign:  Leo

MBTI:  ENTP

Hobbies: drawing, fixing things (carpentry)

Fears: being useless, Azkaban, death

Five Positive Traits: Hard Working, Brave, Curious, Capable, Adventurous

Five Negative Traits:  Coarse, Dishonest, Impulsive, Irresponsible, Sly

&. APPEARANCE

Tattoos: None (so no one can recognise her)

Piercings: None

&. FAMILY INFORMATION

Parent Names:  Calodote “Cal” Fletcher & unknown (she has no idea who her mom is)

Parent Relationship: Cal was always in and out of Effie’s life. When she was small, she’d go stay with Dung and his parents. Whenever her dad was back, he’d teach her about what he did for a living. Her dad often brought them along to some jobs, Effie was real good at distracting people while the boys did the lifts. Their relationship began to deteriorate when she went to Hogwarts and sorted into Slytherin. In her fifth year, Cal got sent to Azkaban for five years. She hasn’t seen him since his hearing and conviction. She was mad at his insinuations that she should be better than this petty thief career, and the warnings that she was going to end up just like him. 

Sibling Names: None. But Dung is practically her brother.

Sibling Relationship: She gets annoyed at Dung sometimes, but understands where he’s coming from. They don’t see a lot of each other anymore, Dung stuck to the fringes and Effie welcomed the spotlight. He also stole things, and Effie liked to keep her options open.

Other Relevant Relative: none

Children: None,

Pets: none, but she really wants a niffler.

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Are you even sorry?                              Sorry I got caught.

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Effie rolled her eyes, “Excuse me for taking up your time.” She muttered under her breath as the other girl made her move to leave, “pureblood righteous bitch.” All of them treated her the same way, like dirt on their shoe, no matter what side they were on. Had their heads stuck so far up their arses that they couldn’t see nothing was right or wrong. Effie couldn’t give a shit for holier than thou causes, she just wanted to be treated like she was worth something. Encounters like these pissed her off. 

“I’m so impressed,” Lucy replied dryly, turning back toward the girl. How like an ex-snake, always calling after an audience. She crossed her arms in distaste before glancing downward at her watch. On very rare days, the brunette often wondered what would’ve happened had she not begged the Sorting Hat to place in any house away from snakes. And then, there were moments like these where she was grateful for each day her parents had not lost their steady minds to incest and the thousand other mental neurosis that caused ‘Pureblood Pride.’ “Perhaps they’ll find your trick just as enchanting. I’m sure they love the thrill of a chase. Now if you don’t mind, I’m not locked up. And I’d really love to exercise my freedom by forgetting all about you wasting the first half of my lunch break.” 

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lucindatalksalot:

“Sure you do,” Lucy said, shaking her head. Though she suspected a girl like Fletcher only knew how to make money asking her parents. Still, her patience for the other woman had grown thin. She’d better not waste her lunch break, particularly when her appetite was starting to sour. “You know, even Muggle magicians can get themselves out of handcuffs? And that’s just a party trick.” She raised and lowered one shoulder. “Well, good luck, I guess.” 

Effie sighed, tossing her hair back with a nod of her head. She didn’t want to go into the sordid affairs that she knew Lucinda was up to, especially one who worked at the Cauldron. With a few upturns of her wrists and a simple whispered spell, she got out of the handcuffs. “I’ve known how to do that since I was two, you really think getting out of cuffs is the hard part? Nah, that’s easy. The hard part is getting your wand back without anyone looking and everyone forgetting you were here in the first place.” She put her arms back, quickly locking herself up again. “Now don’t mind me, I just got a date with Moody, Shacklebolt, Avery, well all of the senior aurors actually. I’m a lucky gal.”

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Effie smirked, leaning back, “I spend my life making money off witches like you.” She wondered what the other girl’s goal was, or whether she was just taking the piss out of her so she could feel better about herself. “You’d think. But looks can be deceiving.” 

“You don’t know a thing about witches like me,” Lucy replied brightly. She eyed the girl with the same interest one might offer a still-life. “You’d think they might pick someone, I don’t know, a bit scarier to make an example out of. ”