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“I will be suspended from the Wizengamot,” she stated unequivocally. There was no doubt in her mind that it was her fate. “Wouldn't it be ironic if they took her wands from us?” That remark was speculative and very improbable. “I'm ready to pay the price, however unjust it will be.”

  "Worst case scenario? We loose our jobs and are ousted by the wizarding community forcing us to live a complete magic free life." The reply was said bluntly, not a hint of humor in her voice or on her face. She had thought about the consequences of this case time and time again, and she had yet to think of something that could stop her from getting her revenge.

"Best case scenario? We are hailed as heroes, gain a few enemies, but loved by anyone and everyone."

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His hand ran the length of her side as their kiss deepened. There was no pause, no decision to be made, no space for regrets. 

Before he could make sense of what had just happened, she spoke. “I did just receive a fairly tough blow to the head.” He pointed to his bruising cheek as he served her his excuse for being so slow to figure it out. He took his time admiring her features, visible even in the dimmed light: the arch of her cheekbones, the smirk on her mouth, her expressive eyes.

“Let's go celebrate the New Year.” He got off his stool. 

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He laughed when she mentioned her aunt and laughed harder when she pointed out that their two prospects were eyeing each other. “Isn't that something.” He commented as the two started snogging the moment he reached her. 

He ran a hand through his hair and finished his drink. Who was he trying to fool anyways? He wasn't going to go home with the Briley, with the blonde or with any of the other desperately inebriated corpses who crowded the dance floor. He turned towards Loanne “I won't take fights from you, I won't ask you to dance, I won't even ask before I do this,” he leaned until their lips were touching. 

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“She's blonde, she has curves, she can obviously move,” he gave the woman a second smile, “what would she need to be better?” It was far from being his first chase, appart from «good looking» and «doesn't look like a crazy stalker» his list of requirements was blank. 

He took the drink the bartender had brought him. “Good, that's the spirit.” He took his eyes from the woman he had been eyeing to the men in the room. “That one looks fit.” He made no efforts to be discreet while he pointed. “That's one of your requirements, yeah?”

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“A man? Nah, not tonight.” He drank as he surveyed the dance floor. “What about you? Won't you be lonely if you go home alone tonight?” He asked without letting his sight leave the crowd. He smiled to a blonde who looked in his direction. “You're lucky, you get to watch and learn.”

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“It's good that you cleared that up because I thought you were offering a public striptease.” Which was the total truth although he now realized how improbable that would have been. He leaned closer “And here I was thinking the punch was foreplay.”   He pulled away and turned to face the dance floor. 

“What are we doing exactly? Picking me a girl who will dance?”

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“What would I win from it?” He asked not seeing was his benefit would be if she were to dance. “I'm not a fan of dancing myself unless someone else is doing the dancing and items of clothing are being discarded.” His un-knightly thing was reaching a crude high.

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“Age means experience, it's okay if it intimidates you.” He smiled confidently. “Odin, interesting. I consider myself more of a Woden, but he's the deity associated with war and I can only imagine the furry it would incite from you.” He could easily imagine her attacking him with different types of weapons. 

“The idea that you dance at all.” He mused. “ No, I can't imagine it. To the point where I can't even find a joke about it.” 

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“And what type would that be?” He asked with raised eyebrows. “Any one of them a wealthy widow? Because I might just propose on our first date.” He added to her scenario. 

“By the way I won't ask you to dance, it's a part of my new un-knightly approach which come to think of it I'm starting to like a great deal.”

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He shrugged “I can be unhelpful.” He went towards the bar, ordered a drink and a glass of ice. Jarek gestured for her to take the stool next to his before pushing it so that it fell to the ground. “This is me being un-knightly.”

He took a sip from his drink and put a cube of ice against his cheek. “Did you come here with someone?” He looked around to see if he could spot Briley, his little stunt had probably sent her running for the hills. 

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Stone cottage for the New Year.

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His laughter amplified as her anger seemed to leave her slowly. Trying to relief his jaw he opened and closed his mouth a few times. “But why?” He asked trying to figure out which of his action from their last encounter had won him a punch. His smile disappeared when he realized what was happening: “Because I stole a fight from you!?” He asked having a hard time believing that someone could take that much offense to his interventions. “I was just trying to help.”

Then again the irruption was strangely fitting coming from her. She was a fighter that much had been clear from the start. His initial disbelief dissipated. “You're a beater through and through aren't you?” He laughed again as a thought crossed his mind. “Looking forward to explaining this bruise to your brother when I go back to work Monday.” 

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Sensing that Evelyn might not be comfortable with the question she had just been asked Vera tried to change the subject. 

“In your opinion what type of retaliation can we expect once we come out with our proofs against the Umbrdige trials?”

  Raising her brow, Evelyn laughed quietly to herself. Vera may think her and Jarek were over, but from her reaction, it was obvious that there was something still going on.

Tipping her head in respect towards the blonde’s words, she went to reach for her glass but stopped cold at Vera’s words.

"Ahh no. No I’m not." Evelyn answered quietly, grabbing her glass and taking a few short sips.  

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“She's beautiful.” Vera stated with a sympathetic smile. Not without taking her glass of wine the blonde moved to Evelyn's side of the counter. “She was involved in the trials?” It was a half question, she remembered the file of a woman named Elaine, she was one of the muggle borns who hadn't made it out of Azkaban alive. 

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"I do not work at The Daily Prophet, I own The Daily Prophet.” Evelyn said with a sniff as she lent her hip against the counter and took a sip of her wine. While she didn’t exactly own the prophet persay, she certainly didn’t just work there. She was the face of that paper. No one did anything unless she said so. Even her lovely directors didn’t dare cross her. She may not have it in writing, but as far as she and everyone else was concerned, that papers was hers, and hers alone. 

Watching carefully at Vera picked the shattered frame up off the floor, Evelyn couldn’t stop the tears from forming in her eyes and clouding her vision. “Her name was Elaine. She was a muggle-born police officer.”

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The impact pushed him a few steps back. The crowd's seemed to think the scene was more funny than worrying. He put his hand over his bruised face trying to assess the damage. His impulse was hard to gauge; did he find the quidditch player's outburst attractive or angering?  

Dizzied by the impact and confused her laughed quizzically. “Was that residual anger from the first time we met?” A context in which his approach definitely deserved a punch.   

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Surprised by the force of her punch he let the man fall straight to the ground without breaking his fall. Stunned he brought his attention back to the quidditch player who was now yelling at him and then to the knocked out man's friends who didn't seem to appreciate the spectacle. “What the fuck is your problem?” He spat back sodding confused as to why the hostility was suddenly turned towards him. “I thought that guy was your problem and I wanted to take care of it, but clearly it's something deeper.” 

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“I'm sorry there's something...” He only gave Briley a half excuse before leaving her at the bar. At first he recognized her by the way she moved; her swift and somewhat angry movements. Jarek saw her arguing fiercely with a man who got a little too close to her for his taste. He was heading towards her when he noticed the smug rat mimicking something vulgar. Instinctively her bee-lined for the man and grabbed him by the collar. “Find your manners because in five seconds you'll be apologizing to the woman you just insulted.” He yelled straight in the man's ear before dragging him to the bar.    

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