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The idea of making the event more memorable than it already was appalled Walden, the firm disagreement clear on his expression as he looked, unimpressed, at Aidan. Even when celebrating his niece, the man would rather have been at his own home than among the others in their community that night. He thought it would have been quite nice to perhaps take Emma out to dinner and congratulate her personally, albeit the honor of being asked to present a speech that night instilled a strong sense of obligation within him not only to attend, but to truly be at the party. For him, it was accompanied by a consequential obligation to assure that the evening was one Emma would remember fondly. “I think everything is exactly how Emma intended it to be,” He contradicted. “That’s the problem with your generation. You think everything has to be set on fire to be memorable.” 

A Ravenclaw by nature and sorting, Walden was by no means dull, and he wasn’t concerned enough to hide his confidence that his offer would immediately catch Aidan’s interest. Nonchalantly, he lifted a shoulder and dropped it, and took a sip of his drink purely to keep the wix on his toes. “If you’re quick with it, she won’t even notice you’re gone,” He reasoned. In his mind, Emma was like himself in the sense that she cared too much about the well being of herself to ever have true friends. It was the safest way to live, but he didn’t bother attempting to explain that to Aidan that night. “I wouldn’t say it holds very much importance at all tonight. You said you wanted fun. It’s fun.” Lowering his voice, he explained, “There’s a Mudblood who used to work on the fifth floor of the Ministry, suspected Order supporter. I have his address, along with all the other information that the Ministry had on file for him. If Rodolphus isn’t going to use that information to follow through with his own policies, somebody else should. It’s yours, if you want it.”

Walden Macnair was, Aidan decided pointedly, a very dull man. What was a party without a little fun? There was an open bar sure, but that was the only decent form of entertainment and really that grew boring quickly. It was a pureblood engagement party and frankly it seemed as dull as something a muggle could manage. It was disappointing to say the least. One day Emma would look back and see that herself. If Walden didn’t see that and wanted to put a kibosh on even innocent fun to be had, then Aidan really had very little use of him. It was rather disappointing giving how enjoyable the man’s niece was and how good his breeding was supposed to be. “Well fire is memorable. No need to insult a whole generation because we’re more fun. And do remember, Emma is a part of my generation, so who’s to say she wouldn’t enjoy it. Besides, fire doesn’t always have to be destructive, does it? We are wizards after all.” To make their point, Aidan leaned back and pulled out their wand, setting the rim of their glass a blaze with a small flick and whispered incantation. “See?”

Aidan watched the older wizard carefully. His every move seemed calculated--a bit too calm. It was almost impressive to Aidan, but only almost. No one could play the game as well as Aidan Avery -- at least as far as Aidan themselves were concerned. And in the end who else’s opinion really mattered? Still, their brows raised and a smile tugged up on their lips. Walden’s suggestion was surprisingly up their ally. “And here I was just starting to think you weren’t much fun,” a malicious smile beamed up at Walden. “Though as you say, hardly seems a pressing matter with such an important event no occurring. And really,” Aidan’s face turned to a perfect pout, “if it’s being handled correctly, can it really be done quickly?” Aidan waived away the flames from their glass and took a drink. “I’ll happily take the name though. It should provide some rather wonderful entertainment for another day. Unless of course you are willing to join me now so that I’m not the only one leaving dear Emmy’s beautiful party.”

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cygnvsblvck‌:

The scene would replay a million times over if Cygnus allowed himself to close his eyes long enough to let it. Thick, billowing clouds of smoke, the pain as it tore through his lungs, the fear as the flames lapped at his trousers with little regard to who he was. He could remember grasping at Augustus with trembling fingers, his brain screaming ‘just get the fuck out of here’. His mouth trying to form words but every time he inhaled, the wracking cough would come instead. So they crawled, and they tore at each other, and they escaped. But now he couldn’t get away from the memory, or the burning on the skin around his eyes, and for that he was lost. He was lost and unable to play the games he had come to love. 

The interruption came as a blessing and a curse. 

For one relieving moment Cygnus remembered how he used to be, and thought he could maybe fall into it again with Aidan by his side. Together they were fearless and ambitious, they could conquer the world if only they could become the leaders they were destined to be. But Cygnus feared that letting his guard down in front of the other would only lead to a diminishing respect. And he wasn’t sure he would be able to handle that as easily as he handled other disappointments in his life. Because, truthfully, he enjoyed the time he spent with Aidan. They were so similar, he found it easy to fall into a rhythm of almost silent communication. 

So he turned around reluctantly, allowing his lips to turn upwards in a false smirk. “Yes, well, the wall started it.” Cygnus didn’t like joking, but somehow he thought maybe that could clear the air. Maybe they could pretend he hadn’t lost his fucking mind. His scraped up hand dug deeply into the pocket of his coat, an effort to hide the damage he had done in his little outrage, while his other tucked his wand neatly into the rung on his belt. “You’re right.” He admitted, nodding. “I really need to focus on someone else for a bit. A distraction, y’know?” Though, honestly, he wasn’t sure if he could even lose himself in pain and suffering. He just wanted to drink himself into nothingness. 

But the vibrancy that Aidan brought to the table often filled Cygnus with life and youth - so he didn’t want to scurry away. Maybe this would help. “Any ideas on what I should do?” Or who we should torture?

“Well then I certainly hope the wall got what was coming to it,” Aidan replied without missing a beat. Perhaps if any other person had found Cygnus, they would have asked if he were alright, asked what had upset him or what exactly the wall had done to supposedly start things. But that wasn’t who Aidan was. Even with the extreme few Aidan actually considered themselves close to, they didn’t really care exactly. Perhaps they should. Perhaps they should have thought to teach out to Augustus or Cygnus after the fire, but it wasn’t how they were raised and it wasn’t the person they’d become. And checking in on one another Asking if the other was okay? Taking the time to care about anything but the devil inside? Cygnus and Aidan’s relationship was many things, but it wasn’t that.

To some extent, Aidan knew their relationship with Cygnus was atypical. Most twenty-three year olds didn’t have deep connections (friendships? mentorships? -- finding the right word for it had never been easy) with those nearly twice their age who weren’t family. But that was yet another thing Aidan was apathetic toward. It had started young, the Blacks and the Averys were influential families and often rubbed elbows. From the start Cygnus commanded the kind of power and respect Aidan wanted and idolized. Aidan saw their own future potential. A living, breathing, well attainable goal. And when Cygnus paid attention to the young wizard, trained him, drew him even further into the world of the Death Eaters, that was really all it had taken for Aidan. Cygnus had always paid attention (and frankly more importantly, praised them) more than either of their own parents. Why shouldn’t they spend time with the kind of wizard they wanted to be? Why shouldn’t they have assumed they would wind up married to one of his daughters? Cygnus made them stronger. He was a beneficial gain on all accounts. And one of the few (along with Augustus and Cassius) who got to see how ruthless Aidan could really be under all the layers of sugar-coated lies.

Still, Aidan all but rolled their eyes when they saw Cygnus trying to tuck their hand away. Clearly he hadn’t been listening at all. Blood all over his coat--especially when it was his own--wouldn’t exactly be a help to the Death Eater’s current image. “Did you not just hear what I said about ruining your coat with your own blood? It’s a damn waste and I won’t have it.” Aidan gestured to the older man’s hand, motioning for Cygnus to take it out so they could work a quick healing spell on it. It wasn’t the kind of magic Aidan preferred but it was often necessary to keep up with appearances.

Aidan looked up at the older wizard, mischief glimmering in their eyes. “Well I do like the idea of someone else’s blood on your coat if you’re insistent on ruining it. There was a group of mudbloods in that tavern back there. Certainly they would be an easy go. Or if you have yet to right things with the wall, we could take our grievances against it. One little building shouldn’t be able to stand against us.”

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PRIDE. -What is your muses biggest flaw?

Honestly, the name of this ask is entirely apt. Aidan’s biggest flaw is pride. Aidan thinks they’re among the best wizards (their power is mediocre at best). They think their family name puts them above everyone else (the Averys are certainly high ranking, but they aren’t the best). They flaunt their wealth as though it entitles them to everything (sure, their family is wealthy, but certainly not by Aidan’s doing). Their personality is a lot like Gaston--don’t I deserve the best?--they think they’re perfect in every way. And one day they’ll be a textbook example of hubris.

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BLOOD. -What types of injuries has your muse sustained? What was the worst? 

As a Slytherin beater--and a damn good one at that--Aidan’s had a host of injuries that have landed them in the hospital wing. Their worst physical injury was probably when some good-for-nothing Gryffindor knocked them from their broom when they were high in the air and the fall all but crushed their leg. The healing process wasn’t short or easy, even with the assistance of magic. Their most traumatic ‘injury’ however was when they got caught in a duel at Hogwarts and their opponent used magic to poof all their hair off. Yes, Aidan was able to reverse it quickly, but those few short minutes of being bald were the worst of their life.

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XXX. -What’s the raunchiest thing your muse has ever done?

Aidan believes in fulfilling their every desire and their ideology is no different when it comes to sex. Given the era, Aidan is more sexually progressive than most--women, men, anything in between, why should they limit themselves? And they don’t really care what others think about it. Their sexual history is a host of raunch, risque, and debauchery. The worst offence (or pride in Aidan’s book) is probably one of the orgies they’ve hosted, though don’t ask them to pick just one.

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LOYALTY. -Does your character have any loyalty to any group?

Aidan has sworn alliance to the Death Eaters and they’ve held beliefs of The Dark Lord as long as they can remember, Aidan holds no loyalty to any of it. The only thing Aidan has any loyalty to themselves. They’re the only one that matters in their life. 

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dna

What was your muses home life like?

The Avery family is known in the wizarding world for being Pureblood, affluent, and arrogant. Behind closed doors, things are no different. There are certain expectations in the Avery household that are assumed to be met: decent OWLs and NEWTs, a spotless reputation, loyalty to The Dark Lord and his ideals of blood purity, an impeccable image so as to never besmirch the Avery name. They’ve been in place so long Aidan isn’t bothered by them and mostly assumes it’s how all decent Pureblood families are. While their parents re not abusive–never raising a hand or want against their son and, for the most part, even harsh words re reserved for when they are deserved–there is no love in the Avery home. No love between their parents (the marriage is one of connection and power, the kind royals have, and everyone knows it), no love to their children (they are means to continue the family name and legacy, not much more), no love between siblings (they’re competition for what little attention the Avery parents give and competition to be the best of the Avery children as is the goal of all three children). It isn’t a bad home life–Aidan is unbothered by it as a whole, they’ve never known anything else–but it’s never precisely been happy.

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dromeda-tonks‌:

Even before Andromeda turned her back on the world that she had grown up in Aidan had caused her stomach to churn alerting her that something was off about it. To her parents though the man was perfect. Exactly the type of man that they wanted one of their girls to marry to in order to hand over the keys to the Black fortune to them rather than the rightful heirs themselves. Between the age gap, his obsession with her sister, and the fact that she always knew that there was nothing in common between them she knew a marriage would never happen between them but that never seemed to stop her mother in the slightest. Now though with a daughter at stake his once twisted sense of humor became so much more dangerous.

The young mother’s stomach dropped in her stomach when he brought up her little girl, but she kept her face as cool and still as ever. “I’m not here to discuss the war, Aidan,” She sneered his name raising her glass to her lips in order to take a sip, “We’re here to raise money for a good cause no matter who is in charge. A fully funded hospital is in the best interest of everyone. You may not believe it but I do still have people I deeply care about no matter what side of the war they are on. I want to be sure they have a safe place to be taken too if something happens to them.”

Growing up Aidan had always made certain assumptions about their future. In every iteration they’d ever imagined, they just assumed they would be married to one of the Black girls. Cygnus had always taken a strong liking to them and Druella seemed to like them well enough. Between the Black family’s power and the Avery family’s wealth, it would be a perfect match. Aidan didn’t much care which one---sure, they’d prefer Bellatrix, but any of them would do, it wasn’t as though they would be marrying for love anyway, so really, it didn’t much matter. Then slowly each of the girls had been married off, in to horrible men, well below what they deserved. Well below Aidan.

Andromeda had made the worst match of the three--despite their many faults, at least Rodolphus and Lucius were both Slytherin Death Eaters and Pureblood for Merlin’s sake. It was sickening and disgraceful that one of the Black girls had run off to make a little halfbreed. “I didn’t mention anything about the war,” Aidan said, eyes widened innocent, “I’m certain I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t at all mention anything related to this horrible, devastating violence that’s been happening around us.” Their words were accompanied with a fiendish little smile that told the truth behind his lies. “I do suppose a funded hospital is good. But, well, we can’t help when things are privately funded and, say, certain groups of people take priority over others. Though I’m sure nothing like that would ever happen here.”

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pandora-lockwood‌:

Personally Pandora wasn’t a fan of being anywhere near the party much less near the man she was talking to. He was every bit of the type of guy she tried to stay away from. Charming, but in a way that left her stomach feeling sour. For someone that saw the good in almost everyone, Bellatrix herself included, the fact that he didn’t win her over had to speak volumes about himself. Victoria though wouldn’t have just ran and what was the point in the entire evening if she didn’t learn anything.

“What kind of lady am I suppose to be if I just gave away all of my secrets?” She asked curiously hoping that the words came off as smoothly she could manage. It all felt weird to her, but she was hoping she would get something quickly so she could go back home and never do this again.

Aidan didn’t much like playing games when it came to getting someone in bed. They had done it a few times, just for the sake of bedding someone truly off limits or someone who seemed too sweet and innocent and was someone Aidan could single-handedly corrupt. It would be a fun way to waste some time tonight, he supposed. A little good of no-good fun for the evening just they way Emma would truly approve of for it all they believed.

“Well you wouldn’t be a lady at all,” Aidan said smiling up at her, “but is that really such a sin? I think it sounds absolutely wonderful, Why not just...feed off of all the romantic feeling in the air am I right? Or-” Aidan cut off , sweetly playing with a strand of her hair, “Do you have anything a little darker in mind my dear?”

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The Death Eaters were losing ground. They were losing ground and worse, they were losing power. It was fucking disgraceful. Even after Aidan had stolen the Death Eater’s own funds and framed Aversio, they had gained nothing. At least nothing of value, not for long enough that it mattered. It was infuriating. One action after the next was being taken against the Death Eaters and that kind of loss of power simply couldn’t be allowed. Aidan had been doing what Aidan always did to try to resolve it. They’d been going one Death Eater to the next, whispering in ears, enticing them into action. Perhaps it would work, perhaps it wouldn’t, but Aidan wouldn’t stand back and watch it much longer. They hadn’t taken the Dark Mark at fifteen to be on the losing side of the war.

They had been wandering the streets of London for hours trying to drum up action. Honestly, there had been too much peace for too long. They were tired of it. Aidan had been sitting back too long. Maybe the Death Eaters had held power for a short while, but at the very least Aidan themselves hadn’t been able to enterprise on it themselves. Maybe this was the time, when everyone was down and the group was losing power. They would make themselves known and present, place themselves forward as a leader within the group to get more power.

It was wandering the streets to find more loyalists that they found a figure in a dark ally alone. Maybe it was time one of the Death Eaters take action again. Maybe they would just rob the poor bloke (they didn’t need the money, it would be just because they could). Or maybe they’d string them up with the Dark Mark emblazoned on them. They smirked, an idea crossing their mind. It had been far too long since they had practiced an Unforgiveable. It was about time to use Imperius, cast doubt on someone from the Order or Aversio, pull power away from them and towards the DE ranks. 

Just when they had their wand raised, the figure before them started pounding against a wall and screaming. Interestingly enough it was a voice Aidan noticed almost immediately. Unfortunately, all their plans went out the window, but they had little doubt they were about to find much more interesting ones. With a flick of their wand and a spoken spell, light poured out of the end of their wand. They tsked their tongue four times, shaking their head in mock disappointment. “Now Cygnus, certainly those bricks haven’t done anything to you, now have they? Is there really any need for that?” A smirk crossed Aidan’s lips. “And really, I’ve always liked that coat, no need to ruin it with your own blood. If you’re going to ruin it with blood stains, at least make it someone else’s.”

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Among the shadows of London lurked creatures made of flesh and blood, desperate to taste something copper and foul. They whispered and dealt beneath the fullness of a silver moon, and clawed out at the innocent passersby with hideous intentions. And until a week ago, Cygnus Black had crept within their circles, content to find pain, fire, and mayhem after hours. Those sorts were his family, silent as they were, his drinking buddies and fighting partners and everything between. He lived for their distrust and distaste. His own cold face was no different than their own so they asked no questions, they just traded and drank and stumbled around. Like old friends, he often thought, or brothers. 

But now, now that he did not sleep and could not think, he didn’t return to that brotherhood of darkness. They would sniff out the weakness pouring from his clammy skin. The simple tremor of his fingertips was more than enough of a sign that he had grown old, too old, and that he was not to be feared. Bullshit. Cygnus wanted to scream into the warm night air presently. Fuck that, I’m going to burn the entirety of England to the fucking ground. And then we’ll see who is scared.

He raised his wand to the sky, his eyes squinting at the distant target. To his left was an alleyway he could escape to, should he need a quick exit. To his right sat a small strip of shops. If this were the middle of the day perhaps he would have witnesses. But this late at night - early in the morning, actually - the streets were bare. He tightened his grip on his wand, ready to let the flame fly towards the farthest building - but nothing came. Nothing could. The thought of those orange embers, that blazing heat, had him dropping his arm stiffly to his side. He had broken into a sweat, he was panting from former terror, his heart beating rapidly against his chest. “Fuck!” He shouted, twisting around to slam one open palm into the brick of the alleyway. And then over and over until the fleshy bits were scraped up. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

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florence-wilson‌:

The longer that Florence spent in this crowd, the more that she understood just how rare Emilia’s view on the world was within Pureblooded society. Emilia was the kind of woman who believed in romance as the fairytales talked about it. She believed in princesses being stuck in tall, far away towers and she believed in the princes that rushed to save them. She knew the importance of marriages of convenience, but it was apparent, at least in the dossier that Aversio provided on the woman, that she also believed that a true, strong bond could develop between two people, even if they didn’t experience love at first sight. Florence gave a naïve smile to Aiden as they responded to her commentary on the evening, deciding not to push it any further. “She does seem to care for him quite a bit, though,” she noted. Leaving it there would be enough. It would have to be. “It is good to see so many of our people here tonight. I’m glad to see that some things have not been compromised since I last left for France.” Her smile turned into a more genuine one, a spark behind the otherwise innocent look that Emilia tended to give off. She watched as Aiden took a flute of champagne, quickly turning it into some kind of liquor with nothing more than a spell. “At least I know that someone understands me,” she noted, giving them a quick wink. It was good to know that, if anything, Florence would get at least one good drink out of the evening. She’d just have to stay on her toes, that was all. “I’ll follow your lead. You seem to know what you want, and I’m happy to follow along until you get just that. Just tell me what we’re doing – I’m all yours for the evening.”

Aidan vaguely remembered the girl in front of them from their years in school. She was pretty, sure, but her head was always horribly in the clouds, so painfully naive and innocent that it absolutely sickened them. The sweetness was something that would have only ever been palatable to them under one circumstance. And that was corruption. Good girls were only fun once you left them not good any more. There was potential, that was certain, not to mention she was Pureblood, which made it even better. Showing one of their own the right path of things. The naive smile only made it more tempting to take her under their ring.

A smirk spread across their lips as they leaned closer to her. “I think you’ll be rather pleased to see what’s been going since you left. Rodolphus Lestrange has managed to take the Minister’s seat. Perhaps he’s not the best of options, but given the circumstances, we could be doing far worse. At least it’s one of our own.”  They smiled, raising their brows back at her they finished off the rest of their flask. The moment it was empty, it refilled itself tough, a useful charm they’d found in their teenage years that had served then very well for so long. They chuckled lightly under their breath, moving closer to her. “Well darling, what if what I want for the evening is just you? Seems like a good place to start causing trouble. We can start there and see if anything else sparks our interest. Or....” they trailed off and let their eyes drift over to a few of the Pureblood families who aligned with The Order, “We could start elsewhere...”

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If victory was meant to taste sweet, than the rage that never ceased to coarse through Bellatrix’s body was harsh and bitter, stronger than any alcohol she would ever experience. Anger had been part of her very being since she was born, mistreated from the start and treated like a wild thing– who was she not to become one, if only to prove a point? Whatever it was, the eldest Black was no stranger to the feeling of anger, the driving point of everything she did. Her marriage alone had been made in a petty attempt at proving a point; Rod was a good match, the right fit, but not one of the mindless choices made by emotion that Andromeda had partaken in with leaving.

Andromeda. She wouldn’t be surprised if her traitor of a sister was somehow involved with what had been done to Antonin. It was monstrous and disgusting, the idea of someone harming one of them. Yes, she had always found him annoying and expendable, but he was pure and had chosen the right side of the war. Now his head was all that remained, attached to the top of some spike to send a message. And it was one that Voldemort had gotten loud and clear, his anger and disappointment shocking them all like waves, in some cases even at the hands of Bella herself. Such was in the job description, but that never stopped her; anyone that allowed it should be punished, and once they discovered whoever was responsible, she would see to it. 

The anger shook through her like an earthquake, desperate for a chance to escape. In recent weeks, there had been no volatile explosions from Bellatrix, but she was well aware it was only a matter of time. She wandered the Lestrange gardens, using her wand to blow them into oblivion every once in awhile out of sheer boredom; it wasn’t as if the elves wouldn’t repair them, that was their intent. Hearing footsteps caused her to tense, only to ease a moment later. Aidan was always a welcomed sight, in large part due to the fact they always did what she wished, but other than Walden, the Avery heir was one of the few men she actually didn’t mind. She took the flask without hesitation, downing a hefty drink before handing it back. “Do you not know me at all?” She asked, scoffing as she said the words. “They’ll all be punished, made to see an end far worse than the one Dolohov was given. I’ll see to it on my own if I damn well have to.”

“Why do you think I”m coming to you and not your husband?” Their words were even, though there was a hint of a bite behind it. For all the shit Aidan got for their long hair and ringed fingers and insistence of being called they and not he, Aidan had a fuck of a lot more balls than Rodolphus Lestrange would ever have. Plenty of people hailed it as the best wizarding match of their generation. And on paper it was, the Blacks and the Lestranges being brought together, if you were considering only the familial gain, it was great. But Rodolphus and Bellatrix were never going to be compatible. Anyone who knew the eldest Black girl at all could see that. Aidan never could understand how all of the Black girls had managed to make such terrible matches. 

“Someone’s going to have to pay and they’re going to have to pay dearly. The article was bad enough, it painted us in a bad enough light. But when they slaughter our own and call us the monsters? Shows you what you ought to expect from their kind,” they said disdain dripping in their tone. Aidan truly preferred to play puppet master, to orchestrate action and stand back and watch the madness take hold. But this time they might have to make an exception. Especially with the Dark Lord so upset. It would earn him some always needed brownie points with Voldemort to be part of the solution. “What do you have in mind for punishment and how do you plan on going about finding who did it? Or are we just going to pick the weakest in the flock and show them just how defenseless they are? Sitting back and watching has become boring and I’m tired of it.”

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Location: Leaky Cauldron Date: August 23rd @marliism

The fire in Aidan’s eyes had burnt brightly from the moment they found out. This was absolutely fucking ridiculous. Normally Aidan hid their anger, or at least tried to, no one would have ever caved to their will or requests if they made their darkness too known. But this was an absolute exception. First the little piece in The Prophet heralding the return of little Amelia Bones and blaming the Death Eaters (sure, it wasn’t untrue, and but that didn’t mean the truth needed to be out there, it would only cost the Death Eaters hard earned ground). And then the murder of Antonin (a loss to the Death Eater cause certainly though nothing heartbreaking for Aidan personally, more of an annoyance that Aversio had managed to get to a Death Eater than anything else really). But after all that, after all the lost ground the Death Eaters had suffered, no this?

Didn’t anyone know Emma Vanity was one of the only people Aidan Avery willingly tolerated? 

They fumed as they entered the Leaky Cauldron. Enough was enough really and Aidan was tired of losing ground. They weren’t going to sit back and tolerate this, that was certain. There were members in the Death Eater ranks they wouldn’t mind. But Emma? And after everything else? They waived down the redhead behind the bar, gruffly placing their order before leaning back against the bar and surveying the room. If Aidan knew anything, they knew how to play a crowd and get what they wanted from people. And right now hey wanted answers. Let someone else work out the details and how to get her back. They also knew money talked and their family’s wealth was well known. “Alright then. Who’s interested in a reward for information in the blatant kidnapping of Emma Vanity?”

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Watching from the sidelines was productive, at the very least, although it could be boring. There was only so much information that Florence could take in before she had to peel her eyes from the happy, mingling couples and actually talk to someone. She was feeling antsy. Anxious. There weren’t enough words in the languages that she knew to describe just how on edge she felt. All that she could do was hold her emotions inward and keep them to herself – after all, even the slightest sign of discomfort could give away the fact that she was not, in fact, Emilia Bullstrode, and that she had no real business being at the engagement party after all. For all of the suspicion that she had about the attendees of the Lestrange and Vanity engagement party, the event was moving pretty slowly. Out of the gate she’d managed to speak to both Walden Macnair and Rodolphus Lestrange themselves, leaving her an exhausted, panic-ridden mess of emotions. She held her champagne flute of water delicately, taking slow and steady sips as she attempted to calm her nerves. There was plenty of alcohol to go around here. Florence knew that the Lestrange family would only have the most expensive liquors and impressive wines. But after just one drink, she felt like she wanted to throw up. And if Florence’s self-proclaimed iron stomach couldn’t handle a single drink in a place like this, the last thing that she wanted was to test herself. The man a foot or so over from her spoke, grabbing Florence’s attention and getting her out of her own head. “It is beautiful, isn’t it? Having everyone here to celebrate love – it’s the most romantic thing there is.” Surely there were political motives behind the couple’s engagement, too. But staying true to Emilia’s hopelessly romantic nature, she tried her best to feign blissful ignorance of such other things. “I’ve been enjoying watching everyone here together. It’s nice to have people come together in times like this.” Though, to be fair, indulging in Aiden Avery’s idea of ‘fun’ might be a decent way to gain information as well. “That would depend on what you have in mind.”

Aidan turned their head toward their new companion and raised a brow carefully. Everyone here to celebrate love--it’s the most romantic thing. Merlin, words like that churned Aidan’s stomach. They were pathetic and weak and far too foolishly feminine. Aidan had never seen any appeal in romance or love--other than feigning it in order to fulfill certain other desires they held--and the utter idolatry so many people had for love was just absurd. Love didn’t serve a purpose, love didn’t get anyone anywhere. If anything, people only gave things up in the name of love. It wasn’t anything that held any interest for Aidan Avery. They weren’t going to be giving up their power for the sake of some stupid infatuation. Any match they made would have to be beneficial to them.

“I suppose so,” they replied dryly, “Emma should be rather pleased with how things look if nothing else. And at least the right kind of crowd made the guest list.” It was rare to be in such a Pureblood crowd--and so many of them Death Eaters too. That was something nice at least. It was the way things should always be in Aidan’s opinion. They leaned back and took in the girl in front of them. “Well I have a few ideas, but I certainly know where to start. With an actual drink.” Aidan pulled out their wand, flicking it at her glass and murmuring a spell under the breath transforming the girl’s champagne into liquor. “You’ll not have any fun with just bubble darling. Now we can really start looking at some good fun. Something to make this more memorable. More exciting. People just need a little livening up don’t they?”

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pandora-lockwood‌:

Pandora couldn’t help but feel nervous about the fact that she had snuck into the party under the radar. She wasn’t new to the idea of using a polyjuice potion, but before this evening it was purely used for fun and to get away with something. Now though she had to use it to see if she could learn anything that was useful, but she had to work on having the same confidence that Victoria Fawley exuded. Sure the other woman was technically neutral in this war, but considering the fact that she was a pureblood it seemed to even out to her at the very least. Her eyes shifted around the room as she took it all in. It was far more lavish than anything else she had attended before, but it was why she had spent her latest check from the prophet on a gown for the evening.

Pandora had been carefully sipping on a glass that she had taken as a tray floated by. Even she had to admit that things were surprisingly quiet compared to what she had been prepared to deal with. She knew that the evening was young still and that the real excitement was just around the corner she just needed to be careful to avoid getting herself involved. She knew that it didn’t matter what it came down to she couldn’t do anything that she wouldn’t normally do.

She heard his voice causing her to turn her head to make eye contact with him. “I think I could be convinced depending on exactly what you have in mind.”

Aidan turned to look at the girl. She looked vaguely familiar, they had probably gone to school together. If they weren’t in the serpentine house, then most people didn’t really matter. There were rare exceptions of course, Augustus was the most notable, but for the most part, only Slytherins really mattered. And even then, those who weren’t purebloods were questionable at most. Sure sometimes people out garner attention occasionally but it rarely lasted long.

But she was pretty at least, quite attractive really. They looked her up and down in the gown, smiling to themselves. It wasn’t the kind of entertainment they had had in mind. But they supposed it would do. “Well I have plenty of ideas,” they slid closer to her with a smirk, “but I’d love to hear what you have in mind darling.”

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