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[beckavery]

His face soured with a grin and shook his head. This was a wedding, not exactly a feeding ground for potential sleeping partners. Even if that were the case, his heart was still holding space for another. But Evan always had a way of tempting him towards other passions. First the Death Eaters and now his eye was beginning to wander the room. "Fine, from what I could tell," he answers, missing Evan's reaction towards the use of Emmeline's name. "Seemed a good chance for both of us to get away for at least a day. Even if it was just sleeping on her couch."

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"Really? Looked like you failed to me," he said with a roll of his eyes. All they needed to do was get out of there and report back to the Dark Lord. But turning this night into a success would take stronger magic than they had. Beck stopped near the edge of the stairs, his dry gaze landing on Nick. "Sure, you can go first then," he said, allowing his intrusive thoughts to win over as he pushed Mulciber down the top flight of stairs. Beck couldn't even fight the grin that spread on his lips, letting that be the first good thing to come from the night. "Come on, going to stay down there?"

“That it would work, and it mostly did.” Mostly. Which is why they still had to fucking bolt, but hey. Beck wasn’t giving out any better ideas, competent or not. Which meant Nick still had the higher ground, metaphorically speaking. “And if they did, what then hmm? Gonna let me do all the fighting again?”

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The setting around them mocked them. A wedding bursting with love and peace, the garden only further complementing that bond. Beck felt his breath get stuck between his lungs as she walked past, thinking that even though they were outside, he would've easily thought he was being buried under sand. There had been so many loose sentences he wish he could've said to her instead of how their last conversation went. There had been enough pause since the last time he saw her. Even if she were a Veela, he shouldn't have changed how he felt so quickly, his temper rising above his own morals. She was still the most beautiful woman he ever set his eyes on, enchanted or otherwise. There had been a lot of real moments between them and he wish he could take his own memories, put them in a pensieve, and swim through them; going back through to see what signs he missed. Beck was already swimming through the golden champagne he had all evening, the railing supporting him as he leaned against it. "Wait," he found himself say finally. "I didn't know you would be here...can we just talk for a moment?"

Seeing him had been a shock yet nothing could quite replace the sharp cut she felt at the squashing of hope the blonde had allowed herself when he’d asked her to wait. Of course, she should have seen that coming. “No need.” The blonde shook her head, ready to pull away just to let him have his space. “There is a massive garden right out here. I’m sure we can manage to get some fresh air without...-“ Estelle paused, biting back the words that almost escaped. “Without taking up each other’s breathing space.”

From the corner of her eye, she could see him, the handsome wizard she’d always cared for no matter what. The first time Beck had walked away it had been for his career, a life outside of Hogwarts and the second time because, as it turned out, she was simply not up to the standards one should set. It stung, it hurt, but there was nothing to be done about it. And she couldn’t blame him either, because at the end of the day the witch knew her being part veela made it all something else. Every interaction, every friendship, everything she’d ever accomplished; gone up in smoke. - @beckavery

[beckavery]

Beck still remembered the way Nick had told him; as if he should've seen the signs before. He worked at the hospital where he saw a lot of cases and he had his own extensive training before, recognizing all the little tells of intution. Beck couldn't understand how he didn't see it. Maybe he was that enamored with her that he was willing to ignore all probable answers to replace his own delusions. Of course someone like Estelle was too good to be true. There was her family's power running deeply through her and maybe not of it was her fault. Still, he blamed himself for not knowing. Not seeing who Estelle truly was. What she was. "How can I know that? How can I trust any of it?" he stresses and drops his gaze. It felt wrong to feel anger towards Estelle, to feel anything but love and empathy. Now, he felt a cold shiver run down his back. She beckoned him to look at him and Beck resisted at first, not wanting to meet her gaze, but he owed it to her to listen. When he looked up, his stoned face softened slightly. "I can't," he said, his voice cracking at the end. "Maybe you didn't mean to-how can we know for sure?"

Every word felt like a sting. Every word felt as though it would haunt her forever. And they would, simply because the mere mention of it all shattered her every illusion of life, of who she was as a person and the people she’d come to care for and – till that moment had thought would have cared for her in turn. Estelle’s eyes stared at him, the hospital files yet another fact dropped between them. And the shocking fact that hovered in the background that of all the people to find out, not tell her only to use it in the worst moment was Nick, someone she’d loved and cared for. Not the way she had for Beck, never like that and yet it suddenly made so much more sense.

Her eyes moved, sharp like they’d never been before simply because she was fighting for composure when her life was falling apart with one single word. It was desperation as she shook her head. “I’ve never lied to you. Ever.” It was the truth, one she hardly thought he would believe, especially when he questioned whether any of it had ever been real. “Of course it was real. All of it.” Yet the words died before they ever crossed her lips. Not because she thought things to have been a lie, no. “I didn’t know.” And she still didn’t. All she had were the words of people and yet she didn’t think Beck would ever lie to her. A truth, that could never be unspoken, out there for her to grasp and yet she didn’t dare touch it. “Look me in the eye and tell me I’m lying to you. I never have.” Estelle simply hadn’t know and that was yet a whole other conversation to be had, with her parents. - @beckavery

[beckavery]

The mission couldn't have gone worse. Beck was starting to understand the annoynce with the Order and he wondered who was behind the masks that sent life threatening spells through the air at him. It was a close call but the fall might've actually saved them as he was sure the Order wasn't worried to check if they were okay. He could even hear the footsteps escape and he brushed the debris off himself and glanced over at Rodolphus who looked like he shared the same sentiments. Right now, Lestrange wasn't his issue but being shoved away was making it become one. "What should we say happened?"

Rodolphus and Beck had been sent on a mission together. Not his first choice of partners but it was what it was. Rodolphus remembered getting to the location and they appeared to have been ambushed. Before he knew it he was on the ground with his eyes open and his ego bruised. He lifted himself on his elbows and looked around. No more Order members. Dammit! He couldn't believe he let it happen. If he had been given a better partner it wouldn't have.

"I'm fine," he shoved Beck off like he would an unwanted bug. He stood up and wiped the rubble off his clothes. This is ridiculous. What the actual fuck? I'm better than this. The thoughts ruminated. This is below me.

"Let's go," he conceded with a snarl as he walked toward the door.

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"Figured you'd have someone to fetch your own by now, you know," Beck teased, the corner of his mouth just hinting at a smile. They'd never actually crossed paths at school—Sethos was a few years up and over at Durmstrang—but Emma's friends were always an immediate extension of his own. "Caught one of your recent games, by the way. Glad you won, or my entire day would've been shot. Me? Oh I'm doing okay, I guess. Just busy. Trying to expand my hobbies beyond just, well, work," he admitted with a wry grin, glancing at the broom in question. "But enough about me, what about you. Congratulations, I heard the good news."

The last time Sethos had seen Beck was at the Selwyn wedding, not that he’d managed to speak with everyone amidst the chaos. Tilting his head slightly, a coy smirk tugged at his lips. There was no need to bring up the room he and Emma kept at the manor, filled with the brooms they’d collected over the years. They could’ve opened a museum by now.

“What’s one more?” he laughed lightly, then added with a warmer note, “How’ve you been, Beck?”

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"Nothing wrong with Botswana. I've heard it heals...something," he explains poorly, forgetting what led him on his quest of research. It seemed a good idea at the time and he had never stepped foot in Africa. Italy was a safer option and one that was more realistic with a friend having a room with an amazing view. "I can only stay just the night unless you want to write to my boss and explain how I fell off an Italian coastal cliff and couldn't make it back." Beck stared down at his wine glass, thinking that even though it was full, he didn't feel as fulfilled. He threw his gaze back at her and offered a quiet smile. "Only if you'll have it with me. How often do you come here?"

Emmeline simply sat and listened, nodding. “Botswana? Sounds like someone really needed a break, huh?” That was as much as she was going to say about the matter. “Well, if it is a break you need, feel free to stay for as long as you’d like.” There was something the brunette could see within the other that felt familiar, a certain feeling of being lost and lacking answers. Should he want to talk, Emmeline would listen but even then, the offer seemed almost as though she was breaching his chosen place of peace.

The witch had found herself wondering if Venice was the answer plenty of times. Perhaps as much as the other had when considering Botswana. As though running was the answer. In some instance it was, in others perhaps not as much. "I do still have a bottle of Bardolino, if you'd like me to open that instead." An offer.- @beckavery

[beckavery]

Beck assessed Kit and did a quick inspection, knowing that he was at least stable enough before the other wizard confirmed it himself. There were some bruises and scraches on himself, but nothing lethal to keep him from moving. There was nothing he could do for those as the healed on their own. Beck rolled his eyes and took a step forward, wincing as his bad shoulder complained back to him. "Yes, I'm fine," he said, glancing around. "We should go though. Who knows if there's any more of them around. Are you good to apparate or would you like a bandaid for your troubles?"

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[beckavery]

Beck didn't understand the reason for Clyde's attachment to the ferret, but he knew better than to question or tease him about it. He didn't like Bonnie and it was clear Bonnie didn't like him and he had already agreed to coexist with her in his mind. Beck didn't have any pets and didn't want to so he had no clue what it was like. "They're not boring. They just don't jump as high as a ferret or leave hair on your clothes. I'm happy that I'm allergic to cats. I wish I was also allergic to dogs." Beck finished the drink in his hand and wavered slightly as he moved to place it on a passing tray, plucking the next glass into his hands. It was easier to drink than it was to focus on his own problem and be mature enough to face it. Face her. There were rarely days off in his calendar and he had the night off and the morning to himself. "Yeah," he agreed, bowing his head down and tried not to dig his teeth into Clyde's compliment buried somewhere in his words. "If our mother was here she would be forcing you. Since she's not," he said, pushing Clyde's back towards the open floor. "It will at least be fun for me to watch."

“I don’t want a dog or a cat though.” Clyde said. He wasn’t entirely sure why he was still clinging to the one type of pet his parents had ever allowed him. They were gone and he was a grown ass man. But he liked ferrets. There was just something about them that Clyde understood. “They’re boring.”

Ah. Well, that was unfortunate. It would be nice to see his brother with someone actually heading somewhere with their life. Not that Beck wasn’t, it was just… different. Clyde liked Fawley. It could’ve been nice. “Ahhh. Sorry to hear that. Her loss.

“All of these people already know I can’t dance. Though I suppose that not the point you’re trying to make.”

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The only good thing their parents did was make it hard for them to live a normal life. Which was probably why they became so independent, teaching them how to be more intellectual, where it mattered. Clyde was not dumb by any means. Someone working at a high level at the Ministry wouldn't be there if they were an idiot. "At least they're doing actual work. I feel like there are too many departments in the Ministry. And departments within those departments. Perhaps the Minister should consider some cuts. I visited the transportation offices and I think the receptionist was talking to the office plant. And was waiting for it to reply back."

Clyde shrugged. “Mostly by knowing I’m much smarter than he could ever hope to manage.” Sometimes it was entirely too depressing but usually it cheered him right up. He couldn’t pull as many strings as he wanted but his job still kept him close to power. That much he couldn’t scoff at, or take for granted. “Nah, I make the interns do that. If they can’t handle a bit of hate mail then they’re not fit for politics. It’s a good litmus test.”

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His face soured with a grin and shook his head. This was a wedding, not exactly a feeding ground for potential sleeping partners. Even if that were the case, his heart was still holding space for another. But Evan always had a way of tempting him towards other passions. First the Death Eaters and now his eye was beginning to wander the room. "Fine, from what I could tell," he answers, missing Evan's reaction towards the use of Emmeline's name. "Seemed a good chance for both of us to get away for at least a day. Even if it was just sleeping on her couch."

He couldn't help but laugh at Beck's comment, he was not trying to give out dating advice, not really. "I think it's hooking up advice, my friend, if you want it that is." He wasn't one for dating himself, rather engaging in short lived but intense affairs where people always left remembering his name. There was only one witch that had managed to slip right through his cracks and make him wonder if there was more to life than making his method know all around. He was surprised to hear her name brought up in the conversation, brows raising ever so slightly as his interest was piqued. "You and Emmeline? How is she doing?" Evan wondered, he had yet to speak to her since his betrothal was called off.

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Beck knew that Peter must have some underlying truths to what he was thinking or else he wouldn't be thinking about it so deeply. Personally, Beck didn't care whether or not his friends loved him. Everyone went through phases, and it wasn't realistic to be forever close to friends. Especially when a war was doing the work of dividing people even further. "You can make them?" he echoed, somewhat unconvinced and impressed that Peter could do that. Beck threw an apologetic look over his shoulder at the bartender and opened the door for Peter. "A couple of blocks. The other way, but it's fine. Lead the way."

He wouldn't have imagined having this conversation with anyone really, even less so with someone he barely even knew. But drinking alone, and drinking too much for that matter, tended to end up with these kind of deals-- sharing more than one should with less than ideal people. Feeling all too defeated, the wizard heaved out a sigh, not seeing a point in stopping the conversation abruptly at this time. "I'm creative, good with spells and charms. I work with magical artifacts, repairing them but uh, I can make them from scratch too." Peter was trying to lift up his own mood with his explanation, it wasn't much for a validation from the healer to be fair. "Yeah, sorry." He offered in a low voice, clearing his throat as he stood up trying to ground himself. "A couple of blocks away, you?"

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"I can imagine. It seems like a very delicate and important job, but you can't do a good job if your hands begin to look like porcupines," he grinned as he turned over her hand once more for a final inspection to make sure he got rid of them all. The question thrown back at him wasn't unexpected, but he still treated it with contempt. "Yes, but someone told me recently that there is life outside of work. Never considered that." Beck dropped her hand once it looked good and gave her a smile. "Oh, I remember. I don't think we need to get philosophical. It's too early. Anything else you need looked at?"

Georgette rolled her eyes at the fact that he was answering literally instead of noting her sarcasm. How dense could this boy really be? But at least he was doing a decent job of taking out the splinters. "The pace that I go is quite satisfactory, I assure you." She said thinking about the many different speeds had different impacts on the wood and its properties. "I do what I have to if I want a good career. Surely you can understand that?"

She scoffed. "I don't have secrets," liar. "The wands choose the wizard, remember? Who do you think they chose before you? They had to be born somewhere."

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It was the worst pairing that the Death Eaters could've assigned unless they wanted both of them to never come back. At least then it would be productive. Beck hadn't seen Mulciber since the other man made a surprise attack on him in an alley. "What were you thinking?" he said once he knew Mulciber was fine and not injured. "We'll take the east stairwell and hope that they didn't as well."

Working with Beck meant he had to get along with Beck, which was the goddamn worst. He was distressingly component and it made Nick want to stab him somewhere non-important. It had made focusing hard. "I'm fine." He said, because he couldn't get too snarky and keep himself a mystery. "What's the nearest way out?"

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It wasn't like something that he had seen before. Of course, there would always be tampered objects but usually the goal was to sabotage its target. And as history had stated, most times, the cursed objects weren't intended for other purebloods. Beck didn't know Serra well; only knew about her through other people. There wasn't anything terribly threatening about her, which begged the question why someone would want to hurt her. His mind was already working on some possible answers as he entered the room. "That's probably natural," he answers. "We've detected poison in your system and we gave you an antidote. It is best to keep you here as the rest of the poison leaves your system. Lightheadedness and fatigue is common...I'm sure you're aware this has also become an investigation and you probably have a lot of questions. I can try to answer some, but the rest might be better left with the aurors."

She did not know much about Beck Avery apart from him being one of the Healers that her friend Willa was working for. She'd heard his name mentioned in passing at her cousin's wedding as her aunt had said something about him and Mira attending together and perhaps planning the next wedding sooner rather than later. Then again, her aunt had also assumed that Alara and Evan were a well suited match and had told her as such at a dinner once, so she took that woman's opinion with a grain of salt and skepticism. "It is a pleasure to meet you, despite the unfortunate circumstances." She smiled politely. "My head hurts quite a bit and my body feels like I've fallen of a broom. Will this pass soon?"

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It wasn't his finest hour, and if he had been more prepared to see his former betrothed, he could've planned better. The words left him before he knew what he was saying, wondering if they would catch any grace or if he would be ignored. The latter would be preferable and predictable; something Beck wouldn't take issue with. "Made you think what?" he asked, knowing he didn't deserve to ask. "I'm sure you will make an excellent spouse to someone. I don't know you all that well, but...I've heard a great deal. Nothing I did was because of you...Could I make it up with a free drink at the bar and a dance?"

I'm sorry. About everything. For a moment, Davina felt like she was in some sort of weird dream. Hadn't she wanted Beck to apologize for what he had done? What he had put her through? Would that have made it easier for her to stomach the way that things had ended? She wasn't entirely sure. And she wasn't entirely sure she even wanted an apology from him. "Oh," Davina finally said after what had felt like forever/ "I didn't expect an apology from you. You hurt me, Beck. It was awful. You made me think..." she trailed off, not wanting to finish her sentence. "I appreciate your apology. Even if it's about two years late." She paused. "I guess I could have handled things...differently." She didn't really think that, but it was probably the proper thing to say.

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Though he still had an injury that wounded much more than the surface level of skin, Beck craved to be in the air again, even if it were only for recreational purposes. There weren't any opponents who were out for winning house points like they were out for blood. Beck was mostly window shopping inside the store, taking stock of what they had. As he wasn't a professional, he didn't need all the bells and whistles. That said, he reached for one of the few brooms left. "It seems that way, doesn't it?" he grins at his old friend. "Thought you would have enough of these lying around."

where: 2nd Hand Brooms - Diagon Alley who: open

Sethos had a long-standing obsession with brooms, partly from his days as a Quidditch player, but mostly because he found something endlessly fascinating in their craftsmanship and the history woven into each handle and bristle. Whenever he had a spare moment, he wandered into secondhand shops, always on the lookout for hidden gems.

Today was no different. His fingers stretched out toward a vintage broom, just as someone else reached for it, their hands nearly brushing. “It seems we both have excellent taste,” he said with a wry smile, turning to see who had beaten him to it by a second.