LOCATION: the plaza’s lobby / bar lounge.
TIME: late february, shortly after william guant’s attack.
STATUS: open.
FLUSTERED –– what a strange emotion to feel. If one knew Maxima, which most did not, they might even venture to say that it was something entirely foreign to her all together. Then why, she couldn’t help but wander, was that the only sensation she could seem to grasp since coming to New York? Being thrown time and time again did not suit her well –– being always one step ahead, a leader in her own right, was where her dignity lay; not that there was much of that left after her trip overseas.
It takes pressing a hand to her breast bone, palm flat, feeling the fluttering of her heart beneath skin and bone, for her to notice the bruises and scratches she earned from her encounter with William. A flush of pride warms her chest for a brief moment –– Rosiers were natural duelists, and it would not do well to dampen ones fear when facing off against anyone of their lineage in battle. Her father had taught her well, although this was something Maxima had never doubted.
Taking a steadying breath, she smooths her hair and brushes off her clothes, ducking behind a pillar in the Plaza lobby to compose herself. Her mind set aflame, questions sparked one by one, she begins to pull apart the experience as best as she can, while removing her wand from her coat to repair the damage done to her body and attire. Before she can begin whispering the spells, her eye is caught by a familiar figure standing not too far from her hiding place. “Well,” she begins, half amused, half wary, “it seems you’re worse for wear. Don’t tell me –– William Gaunt didn’t decide to pay you a visit from beyond the grave as well?”
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⊰ CASSIEL LESTRANGE. ⊱
It had been a long couple of weeks that he had to spend with his parents, it was punishment for something he did or was it that he didn’t do it? Either way, Cassiel was probably in trouble for whatever he may or may not have done. The man was tired of keeping count that all he did was just do what he wanted for the time being and if he got in trouble then so be it.
He dropped by his place and left right away so that Maxima didn’t get the chance to corner him and bombard him with questions about his whereabouts. All he wanted to do was go out and have a drink, even if it was noon, it was five o’clock somewhere right?
Cassiel walked down to the White Horse where he would practically spend all his money on the alcohol. It wasn’t even that good, it was only because it was the one place where he always had a front row seat to all the shenanigans that would go down there.
The Lestrange headed straight for the bar and ordered a drink, he took a seat and let out an audible sigh. He thanked the bartender as he took out a cigarette and lit the thing between his lips. Cassiel looked over to his right and scoffed, “I see they’re letting just anyone come in here now.” he said to the other and knocked back the drink he was served. The wizard tapped on the counter letting the bartender know he wanted a refill.
IRRITATION BLOOMED, taking root in her chest, spreading cold as ice through her veins –– clearly, Cassiel took joy in going out of his way to remind his dear wife just how little he respected her. “Yes,” Maxima started, folding herself primly into a stool near him at the bar, “I suppose they often let the wives of husbands into bars to retrieve them after they’ve drunken themselves into a humiliating stupor.” Frost underlined her words, holding an undercurrent of meaning only he might pick up on –– though she knew he would choose to ignore her tone, pretend as if he couldn’t see the accusation beneath the transparent layer. She was never sure if he did so out of cowardice or simply to vex her.
“Either way, I’m not here to watch you throw back fire whisky until you black out. I know you left home quite quickly earlier in an attempt to avoid me so, I was unable to bring this to your attention. I came here to deliver this.” Placing an ivory colored envelope onto the slightly sticky countertop, Maxima allowed her nose to wrinkle in disgust for one odd moment before her features smoothed out once more, the picture of ease. Cassiel’s name was written on the front, the cursive hastily yet neatly placed. “It seems to be a letter from your family, although I’m sure you can determine that much for yourself.” A petty thrill chased up her spine at the thought of her husband wondering if she had contacted his family regarding the affair; there was far too much at stake to risk such a play, but nonetheless the thought of his panic, him realizing there might be consequences to his actions, was satisfying in the worst of ways.
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“Do you see? We were made fools of.”
SEXUALITY: BISEXUAL
GENDER: FEMALE
AGE: 23
HOGWARTS HOUSE: SLYTHERIN
BLOOD STATUS: PURE BLOOD
FACECLAIM: RINA FUKUSHI
AFFILIATION: PRIDE SOCIETY
STATUS: TAKEN BY CIEL
THE DESCRIPTION
You were born to be the princess of a prized kingdom. As beautiful as the rose, you are equally just as sharp as it’s thorns. Your life has been a series of conveniences with little room of freedom. Yet despite the stifling environment, you believed in the system and you still do. Some say you’re blinded but this is all you’ve ever known and it makes perfect sense. You follow tradition strictly, doing what’s right first. You’ve long learned to isolate your personal emotions. Everything has always been for your reputation and what others would say, never about your own interests. But at the end of the day, you’re still human. Lately, you’re at the brink of your sanity, clinging to the last of your rationality with utmost desperation. Just because everything was given to you on a golden platter never meant you had everything. Ironically it is the things you can’t purchase with monetary value has cost you the most.
THE NETWORK
NATASSIA PRINCE (the other woman) : You had dismissed her very quickly thinking nothing more when she said she was ‘old friends’ with her husband. In fact, you had even gone out of your way to try and become friends. Perhaps that’s what makes it all the more heartbreaking for you. Once the truth was revealed before you, something in you broke. Since then, you’ve made it a point to flaunt everything you have. You know it infuriates her and while you don’t feel good about it, it rubs away the arrogance from her face. Perhaps another part of it comes from spite and hatred that someone so puny could pretend to be part of your circle. She isn’t even a pureblood - how laughable. It was like watching a child play dress up. You know that you are superior and you don’t hesitate to shoot verbal bullets at her.
CASSIEL LESTRANGE (the husband): It was an arrangement just like most other marriages. You didn’t expect happiness but you expected respect. And he certainly defiled those boundaries, stepping over your feelings quite flippantly. Even though you’ve cursed his name and cried in self pity, you can’t bring yourself to hate him. Despite the ugly memories, there were good times too. Perhaps it was foolish for you to hope that he could let his past go and be with you completely. You know that in his eyes, you are just second and it vexes you entirely. You’ve always been the best and nothing less. How could he compare you to that other woman?
MARCIN KRUM (longtime friend): He’s always been by your side. He’s lent a shoulder to you when you needed it. He listened to you vent, he held you in his arms. And you dismissed it as nothing more than friendship. But you aren’t stupid - you know that he wants more from your relationship. Sometimes you’ve found yourself daydreaming of the possibilities but quickly shake it away from your pretty head. You’ve always been bound to duty. But he’s the man who makes you selfish. And you can’t help but smile at the idea of being a little … rebellious. It’s time to make your move.
OPHELIA PREWETT (the supporter): It was in the failure of your marriages that you found common ground. She’s knows of heartache as well as you do. She wipes your tears and comforts you like a mother does to a child. You’ve frequently sent letters back and forth to each other. You also worry for her health. She deserves better as do you. Yet both of you are too afraid to escape your miserable situations. While you stay for the sake of obligation, she stays for retribution.
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