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[veelavie]

Estelle couldn't help the laugh, humorless as it was. "Of course not. Any chance they'll have at limiting the things they fear to lose control over, they will take. It has been that way and it will always be that way. They cannot risk having their lack of control be as apparent as the last time, now, can they?" The witch couldn't help the little smirk that snuck its way into the corner of her mouth. Somehow these things of the past always amused her. There may have been a loss for their side but at the end of the day to her this only meant another attempt was well worth the wait. The time would come.

Her heels echoed on the marble floor, only dampened by the loud setting of the street outside. Diagon Alley was seemingly filled to the brim, echoes of shouting and cheering as well as the busy life of a shopping alley. "Hm, excellent question." The blonde didn't bother turning around as instead she scanned the street in front of her, noticing quite a few people that did not seem to fit in. Pity.

"I'm sure you can think of something. You've always seemed rather creative in the tales I heard of you. Why ever would you want to come visit me?" For a moment she turned to observe the man in question. It was almost playful when her finger lifted, raising his chin just a tad. "You're a clever man, Rabastan. Why would you want to visit me? I could think of quite a few reasons." She had the smirk back. "If need be you're more than welcome to claim something as tame as ministry business. If that's what you'd prefer." - @rxxlestrange

They stepped towards the doors, slowly crossing the large foyer as they spoke. Rabastan could not remember the last time he'd conversed with Estelle. The war had interrupted so many aspects of their lives. He would not change a moment of it; he did not regret his participation or the choices he had made. But its impact was undeniable. There had been far fewer social occasions, and as his mother had been quick to indicate the last time they'd met, he was becoming too old to be bachelor. Such things had been far from his mind. He had been content to push them aside.

Estelle may have taken care to warm her smile, but Rabastan did not trouble to curtail the derision that shaded his expression. "I wouldn't be surprised by any attempted limitation, no matter how ludicrous." He had no faith in the Ministry, no belief in the current political system. It needed to be overhauled. "But I agree with you. No one will permit it. Imagine the uproar."

Standing aside, he allowed her to pass through the doors first. As they moved down the marble steps, he asked lightly, "Now for what purpose might you request my presence? I think I will make use of that offer."

[veelavie]

A simple day filled with simple tasks, going over the translation of one thing and compiling a speech on the other end only to be interrupted by a house elf popping into the room to inform her of a visitor. Her parents were out, her brother not around either which left only her to pick up the task of a host to whomever it was that had just entered the manor. With a sigh the witch had dropped her quill back into the little ink pot before making her way to the foyer. The sight within the entrance hall was not one she was prepared for, though.

The war had turned many a thing upside down, had changed lives or, in some case, seemingly ended said lives entirely. Estelle had observed as one such life had been altered and changed, had watched how the war had turned her very own brother into a shell of himself due to the events that had transpired. Of course, anyone else may have blamed Evan for the outcome of the battle against Alastor Moody. Estelle knew better.

Yet in all of it there was one thing that had clearly hit its mark just that much harder than the rest. The death of Regulus Black, someone who had chosen a side so far from what they all had seen to be the path the other would walk. The world was full of surprises, what was one more? But the utter shock it had been to hear from her own brother that said person in question was still alive? Oh that was a surprise even the blonde couldn't have predicted.

"Regulus Black. What a surprise!" Estelle stepped out of the shadows. "What can I do for you?" You have some nerve showing up here. It wasn't the betrayal that stung, no. No matter how much the former Slytherin disliked the notion of a traitor, what mattered truly was the pain Evan had gone through. - @pxint-it-blxck

Location: Rosier Manor Open for: @veelavie

Perhaps Regulus should have called a head to make sure that Evan was actually at home but he couldn't be bothered. Instead, after a long day of being threatened by Bellatrix and making himself known to the world again, he had made his way to the only place that ever truly felt like home.

Much like the Potters had always welcome Sirius into there home, Regulus had always been welcome in the Rosier Manor. Which, now that he was thinking about it, might have changed given which side the war the Rosiers had fallen on and what Regulus had done.

He took a pause then, his hand resting against the polished handle of the front door. Surely Evan would not allow him be thrown out, would he? Even if someone else in the family tried to force him away, Evan wouldn't have that... He should have called ahead.

Breathing out a sigh, Regulus pulled the door open and stepped inside. He didn't see anyone right away but his ears prickled with the sounds of foot steps coming from just down a hall off the main entrance room. "Evan?" Regulus called out as he stepped forwards and heeled off his shoes. "It's me." He spoke again heading towards the foot falls.

[veelavie]

Estelle had been busy observing the display within the window fo the shop she now found herself in front of when the voices ringing out caught her attention. With a sigh the blonde whirled around, entirely bored until her eyes fell on Bellatrix. "Common folk, what can you do?" The witch rolled her eyes, ever so familiar with that behavior. "Don't mind them too much. They'll be put into place one day." - @bxllatrixlcstrange

Starter: Open (2/3) Location: Up to you

Yes, Bellatrix had been the one to bump into the other, but that did not matter to the fact that she was now the one going off to the person she had walked into.

"Can't you watch where you are going?"

[veelavie]

✉︎ Mon étoile

Evan: Yeah, I know. Stella: And what reason does he have to pull such a stunt? Stella: Nevermind the lack of telling you of all people?

@rosesofrosier

[veelavie]

Estelle's eyes wandered, scanning every inch of Rabastan's face before it was interrupted by his words, listening to him ever so much more important than simply observing. "Gladly. I'm sure he'll be happy to hear from you." His words held a truth rarely spoken out loud. Every time she'd seen her brother he had seemed a little less himself than the time before. It came down to activities of the war, no doubt. "If need be and you'd like to handle things in a more polite manner you are more than welcome to claim I've requested your presence." She glanced around the hall, motioning toward the door. "It shouldn't be a surprise if I am busy that day. Conveniently."

If there was something the witch cared about it was her twin. Evan meant more to her than words could have ever described. Thus it was only natural to want him around those who'd have the potential to bring joy; as much as that was possible in this case.

The former Slytherin couldn't help the slight smirk, ever so present in the corner of her lips before instead aiming for a warmer smile. "Lock and key, as though we hadn't been granted a spell to take care of that little issue." Her eyes moved over the doors, those to open them hurrying to get them open for them. Admittedly, Estelle wasn't a fan of Gringott's. It always seemed a little too crowded for her liking. "For what it's worth, I doubt anyone in their right mind is going to agree to this." - @rxxlestrange

"Please do give him my regards," Rabastan agreed, mirroring her smile. It was a polite reflex, devoid of anything except automatic civility. Yet he moved his gaze over her expression, less intrusively than earlier, but with equal interested study. She truly was a beauty. It was all the more apparent at this close proximity. "I fear his pride might cause him to refuse company. So I will visit unannounced, and I hope he will forgive the intrusion." It wasn't the correct way to do things, but it was the most prudent.

At her question, he quirked an eyebrow and brusquely laughed. It was a dry and humourless sound, betraying the ridicule he'd concealed during the utterly pointless meeting.

"It would never get past the Wizengamot. The Ministry cannot restrict the right to protect our possessions. What would be next? Must we remove the curses from our homes and guard them with lock and key like common muggles?" The words left his lips without a second thought. He had no concerns about speaking freely with a Rosier.

[veelavie]

Ester Expósito at El Hormiguero

[veelavie]

Estelle put the glass down with a clunk, as she turned to face him properly. "You could say that. Considering this seems like a less than convenient place for murder. Besides, I don't take you for the poison kind. I'd so hate to be wrong." The witch motioned for the bartender to mix her a drink, something a little fancier than the firewhiskey he'd just handed to her. "Extra coin. Such a lovely occasion. How'd that come to be?" - @wolfruled

Fenrir had been about to prove his lack of murderous intentions when the witch snatched the goblet from the bartop and all but threw it down her gullet. "Satisfied it's not poisoned, then?" he asked, brow arched in surprise. "Only thing wrong with it is it's shit firewhiskey." Still, that didn't stop him from ordering another. As long as it did its joke, that was the important thing. "I've got some extra coin in my pocket. That's as good a reason to celebrate as any."

[veelavie]

It wasn't the first time she'd have been called over and certainly it was not going to be the last. Of that Estelle was rather sure. Despite there being a decent number of people capable of translating things, there was a certain advantage in being both hardworking as well as determined to be the best at what she did. Of course, the name had helped and the fact that she knew to be quiet and take her notes without drawing attention beyond what was expected. Apart from that the blonde had found the meeting rather boring. Nothing regarding the topics discussed seemed interesting and, in many a case, entirely pointless. No one in their right mind would have gone ahead with agreeing to such terms.

After the meeting she'd headed out, happy to take the next two hours to get some errands out of the way before returning to work when a voice drew her attention. The witch whirled around, smile on her face. "Rabastan Lestrange." Estelle had been taught to respect other's of the sacred 28, would have never considered an alternative. A nod at his question to confirm. "He is doing well enough, I suppose. I shall let him know you send you regards if you wish? Unless you'd rather have me inform him of your intentions to visit. I'm sure he'd be happy to it either way."

The former Slytherin glanced around the hall. spotting some of the people from the meeting make their way past before her attention returned to the man in front of her. "What did you think of proposal? A rather unconventional method to try and gain control if you ask me." It was all together rather bizarre. The young woman shrugged, the files in her hands carefully lifted and adjusted in the meantime. - @rxxlestrange

Starter for: @veelavie At: Gringotts Wizarding Bank

It had been a long afternoon. The last thing Rabastan wanted was to be surrounded by Ministry officials, particularly at this point after the war. But here he was, stuck in a room for several hours while they discussed an initiative to restrict dark objects. It was a spectacularly boring subject. He found no value in it. It was nothing more than a grand idea to reassure people that dark magic would not be tolerated, and he could not see a day where people accepted their treasures being de-cursed against their will. But he sat with a tight-lipped smile that expressed polite support, and agreed to assist howsoever the Ministry saw fit. For all the good it would do them.

The only tolerable feature was the presence of Estelle, who had been quietly translating throughout. Rabastan had thought her unusually attractive at the beginning of the meeting. By the end, he'd decided she was truly striking. It was certainly more interesting to watch her than it was to listen to the drivelling old wizards in suits. So his eyes lingered on her intermittently, with steely glances that exuded masculine arrogance. He did not need a woman's permission to look.

As the day finally concluded, he learned from a colleague that the witch was named 'Rosier'. Realising he already knew her, Rabastan could have laughed. But mostly, he wondered when Evan's sister had turned into this siren. He held back as they left, catching her in the foyer.

"Estelle, isn't it? How is your brother? I've been meaning to visit him."

[veelavie]

✉︎ Mon étoile

Evan: Regulus is alive. Stella: I'm sorry, what? Stella: How on earth?! Stella: But the funeral and everything?!

@rosesofrosier

[veelavie]

who: open to all where: Sugarplum’s Sweets Shop

Life over the last few weeks had been hectic and work had taken up much of her time, leaving very little to be used to stroll. Despite that, occasionally, Estelle would manage to free up and afternoon and of course, should her brother or her friends ever need her, she would be there for them. Her twin more than most had the position to call upon her presence at any given time of day.

That was how she found herself in Diagon Alley that day, staring at the window of the sweets shop. The witch had owled ahead, requesting a batch of authentic and fresh maracons and éclairs to be added to the mix. All she had to do was wait. What better things to do than browse the little store while her order was being packaged up along with a few pasties.

Estelle had been waiting for a few minutes when her eyes began to drift around the store, landing on someone who seemed to struggle making their decision at a shelf of freshly baked goods. "They're not going to pick themselves you know?" The witch took a few steps. A part of her couldn't help but wonder the cause for such a delay. Another part of her was simply bored waiting for her order.

[veelavie]

✉ | Pen ⇄ Stella

Pen: the last unicorn. it's one of her favorites Pen: animated, and not at all accurate Stella: that's sweet. luckily we have plenty more unicorns around. Stella: lets see what it is all about then. need me to bring snacks?

@penkneeling

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✉ | Ludo ⇄ Stella

Ludo: hello to the prettiest person in the ministry :) Ludo: i have a meeting with some french quidditch guy next week, you speak french right? Ludo: need the best translator to be there to help me Stella: flattery, ludo? you realize i'm french, right? Stella: n’importe quoi Stella: what's in it for me? or is this an official request?

@ludcvicb

[veelavie]

✉ | Pen ⇄ Stella

Pen: mum wants to get together sunday night Pen: there's a movie she wants to show us Stella: let me check my schedule Stella: okay, should work just fine. which movie is it gonna be?

@penkneeling

[veelavie]

✉︎ Mon étoile

Evan: Yes its me asking. Evan: I don't care what we do I'm just Evan: Not having a good time. Stella: What happened? Stella: I'll pick up some éclairs on the way.

[veelavie]

✉︎ Mon étoile

Evan: Are you free tonight? Stella: That depends entirely who's asking. Stella: If you're asking, of course I am.

[veelavie]

A normal evening, letting go after a long day at the ministry had somehow drifted her to these parts of the world. Her eyes moved, glancing down at the glass before moving back to observe the other. "I'm going to need a bit more than being told it's firewhiskey. I didn't order it, why insist?" Estelle glanced back down at the drink before she picked it up, threw her head back as she downed the drink. "So, what's the occasion?" The witch wasn't one to take drinks from others lightly, but something told her this may just be a more than beneficial step to take. - @wolfruled

"It's firewhiskey, not poison," he said, sneering with a mouthful of crooked, yellow teeth. "Go on. Take it. I insist."

[veelavie]

Despite the love of books, the usual new edition much preferred to the old hand-me-downs found in such stores, occasionally even someone like Estelle could find her way to the Second-Hand bookstore in Diagon Alley. While Flourish&Blotts was the better alternative, even the witch had to admit that their stock of older books had its advantages. Her hopes of finding something on the language of goblins and merpeople had carried her into the small little corner of the alley.

Upon arrival, though, it appeared as though the person within the store had things much better to do than pay mind to the potential customers flocking into the store. How many minutes had she been staring, just observing quietly before the one in front of her had finally noticed her presence? "Oh, please. I'm sure you have better things to do than attending to matters at hand. Would hate me to draw you away from whatever was so important."

The blonde glanced around, noticing how empty the store was. Her heels clicked on the wooden floor as the moved toward Daisy, eyes falling onto the journal. "I need something on languages. Merepeople and goblins. If that isn't too much to ask. If not I'll happily wait and watch you scribble away at whatever that little journal of yours holds." Her eyes shot back up, eyebrows raised. - @xdaisyhookumx

where: secondhand bookstore. who: daisy & open.

It was a typical day for Daisy. She was at the bookshop, tidying up, putting new additions to the shelves and dusting. It was quiet. She was a big lover of being around people but there was something about her quiet time at work that she treasured. It gave her time to write.

Daisy enjoyed writing because it gave her an escape. She wrote about all things in all different forms. In many ways her eclectic way of writing described Daisy to a T. It was a window to her soul. Lately she had found herself making notes about something intense she was planning on dedicating herself to: going an entire year as a muggle and writing a book about it; a year of no magic. But that was still for some time.

As she scribbled in her notebook she didn’t hear the ding of the bell so was shocked to see someone in the store upon looking up surprised her. “Oh, I’m so sorry,” she closed her journal. “Anything I can help you with today?”