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PostSubject: Poor Planning Gets Nowhere. (Open)   Wed Nov 06, 2013 5:42 pm

The last few months of work had been fruitless. Since Aries, Dein had been working hard to discover the name of that less than clever alias, Mr. White. Though Lacetta was a minor setback in the efforts, he had little doubt she would ever become a problem again. Once he broke ties with someone, he never planned on backing out of it. As for Mr. White, Dein finished the job Aries had given him, but without any word from her acknowledging the fact- that, and no pay.

As before, Dein's mind traced back to his muddled theory: that his own matters may not have been as private as he would have liked. He did not think it impossible either, for someone like her to watch not only him, but anyone else who was either a threat or interest to her. The theory was a bit far-fetched, but if the Ministry could track down students using magic, then surely it would not be too difficult to imagine someone, somewhere in the world, had the power to observe him.

With the thought in the back of his mind, Dein had decided to keep to small work for now, mainly to keep him busy, but there were also some less sensitive issues he could tend to. One for instance, was the letter Clovis sent to a certain Mr. Solace. Dein didn't expect an answer anytime soon, so for now, he spent his time people watching along the streets of Diagon Alley. For now, he was seated on a long bench on the main, crowded, street of the Alley. It was one of the most frequented places in London for witches, so he wouldn't have been surprised if he spotted a familiar face. As he waited for something interesting to happen, he lit a cigarette, and leaned back in his seat, watching the smoke drift up into the chilly mid-day air.
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PostSubject: Re: Poor Planning Gets Nowhere. (Open)   Wed Nov 06, 2013 6:07 pm


A beautiful female mage, carrying around a staff, using it as a cane, walked down the main street, whistling a cheerful tune. The sun always left her in a good mood, and after being locked in the Dept. of Mysteries for 3 full days working on a special project, she was in some serious need of sunlight.

She looked at the man sitting in the bench and smiled at him out of sheer courtesy, triggered by her abnormal good mood. She didn't even remember what effect this sort action could have. If he was like most men, it would cause her some trouble. Although since she had joined the Ministry she had rarely had any dealings with other people, before joining, she would often get in trouble with angry wives and young adults proposing to her. Although she didn't regret anything about her, being half-veela could bring some trouble from time to time.
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PostSubject: Re: Poor Planning Gets Nowhere. (Open)   Wed Nov 06, 2013 7:44 pm

The murmur of many conversations and footsteps played musically in Eleonora's ears as she strolled down Diagon Alley, the bag at her side full of salves and grooming tools she needed to restock on. It was good to get out of Hogwarts and Hogsmede. While she was beginning to think of it as her home now the different scenery and  assortment of people was refreshing.

As she continued her walk Eleonora's attention was grabbed by the motion of a staff clinking its way through the crowd. Her eyes moved from the ordinary looking object to the witch in possession of it who in no way could be described as ordinary. Her beauty hit Eleonora hard and a wave of envy laced with self-consciousness passed over her. The older woman walked with such confidence and grace, moving like she was alone in the world, a queen of her own realm. It made Eleonora feel ungainly and unnoticeable. While usually this did not bother her one bit today it felt oppressive, like her meekness would swallow her and she would forever be drowning in the crowds of Diagon Alley. Perhaps if she was as enchanting as the witch walking near her she wouldn't be alone so often.

Still oddly focused on the woman with the staff Eleonora was not paying close attention to where she was stepping. She had not noticed a dip in the pavement and suddenly felt herself off balance, careening forward. She caught herself mid-stumble, regaining her balance before ending up off of her feet. Still the action caused a wild blush to blaze her cheeks as she tucked her head down and let her hair cover her face. It was inevitable, Eleonora thought, that she would do something so foolish. The fact that few had noticed her at all did not occur to her, just the thought that she wanted to meld out of the crowd and avoid any contact while embarrassed.

Her missed footing had, however, broken the spell like intrigue that the lovely witch held over her. Eleonora was able to look back in her direction and not feel quite so much like an ugly duckling, though traces remained. She quickly made her way across the street in her direction, why she couldn't say, but it seemed the place to go. As she edged closer she noticed a bench where she would take refuge from the people pressing around her in all directions going about their shopping.

Unfortunately when she approached the bench she saw it was occupied by a young man, one who couldn't be much older than some of her students. Should I still sit? She mused, unsure. Simple social decisions had never come easy to Eleonora; she had never learned how to judge situations or how to adhere to social mores. With a quick admonishment to herself, she made up her mind to sit down regardless of what was the proper thing to do. The bench was big enough for two, right? It certainly seemed so as she placed her small frame on the edge of the seat and let her hair fall again around her face so she didn't have to make unwanted contact with the other occupant. She pulled her shopping list out to go over it again, figuring out what she still needed to get today.
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PostSubject: Re: Poor Planning Gets Nowhere. (Open)   Wed Nov 06, 2013 8:42 pm

Upon the sound of a staff tapping against the cobblestone road, Dein's gaze shifted to the woman carrying it, just as she looked at him and flashed a smile. His eyes were instantly fixated, as he watched her walk by, his feet suddenly weighed down like cement. He bit down on the cigarette in his mouth, nearly ready to stand up and walk over to her, for what reason he didn't know. But while something was pulling him towards her, there was also something holding him back- a sort of subconscious instinct advising him against approaching the mysterious woman.

When the red head suddenly plopped down next to him, it seemed to be enough to snap him out of it, though he was somewhat startled by her sudden appearance, and the way he abruptly turned to her almost seemed like he was prepared to strike. He stayed his wand, turning his thoughts, but not his gaze, back to the staff bearing witch. It didn't take long to piece things together, after all he'd had plenty of experience with her kind; first Miss Kyler, then Mila from Durmstrang of course. Had the other woman not come along to force him out of the trance, he would have done something embarrassing, having not had his guard up. He glanced down at the sheet of parchment in the red-haired witch's hands, subtly looking at her shopping list, before returning his gaze to the other witch. "That staff doesn't make you look any younger, miss." His voice was clear, and loud enough to attract her attention. Bloody veela's seemed to be everywhere, like a disease. He appeared calm, as he took another puff of smoke, and blew it out his nose, but his near slip up burned inside him.

Whatever the case, it didn't matter, now that he'd regained his control. If the woman took offense to his comment, he would be glad- he hadn't insulted people nearly as much as he was used to being busy with his work affairs and all. He took another short glance at the quiet one sitting next to him, before leaning forward, a smirk plastered across his face. Everyone else roaming the street took no notice in them, save for a few glances from curious bystanders. It was normal behavior though, for a street punk to bark at anyone who so much as looked at him wrong.
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PostSubject: Re: Poor Planning Gets Nowhere. (Open)   Wed Nov 06, 2013 9:37 pm

She lifted her eyebrows in surprise at the comment, a sly grin spreading on her face "And how old do you think I am?"
She wasn't used to being old and she actually found the comment quite refreshing. It seems the red-hair that was now sitting next to him had broken the veela effect. She moved closer to better look at the pair.

The young man had a dark yet exciting vibe to him. His eyes showed signs of inteligence but underneath that she could see it. Lust for power. Secrecy. He was hiding something. But she was in too much a good mood to care about dark secrets. Maybe when she finished her current project.
Her eyes shifted to the woman. She was actually pretty attractive. Not on the same level as herself, but still she was a sight to see. However her true beauty was not on her looks. Her eyes, very much like the boy's told her a story about the person who they belonged to. This woman was kind, possessing a great heart, although she also seemed a bit shy or nervous.

Another thought crossed Mavis' mind. This woman seemed familiar, although she was sure they had never met. Was it something related with her current project. Or was it a Deja Vu? Her friend at the Though Department in the Dept. of Mysteries could probably be able to answer her question if everything that happened there wasn't so secret.
"I'm sorry... Have we met before?", she asked the woman with a friendly smile.
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PostSubject: Re: Poor Planning Gets Nowhere. (Open)   Thu Nov 07, 2013 12:56 pm

A quick shift in the air around her told Eleonora that the boy beside her had turned, rather swiftly, to look at her. She could feel his gaze through her curtain of hair, and whether his eyes were piercing or inquisitive she did not care to find it. Staring stubbornly at her parchment Eleonora tried her best to will away his attention.

It appeared to work as the next moment he shifted again to look away, back into the street. Relief washed over her as now she could go back to actually reading her note and not pretending in order to look busy. Unfortunately that didn't seem to be possible as now the stranger started speaking. While his words were not directed at her Eleonora couldn't help but glance up, her head lifting and her hair falling back and uncovering her face.

The woman whom Eleonora had seen with the staff a moment ago was now right in front of them, nearly glowing in her own shinning aura. Again a shock rattled her as she took in the woman's beauty up close, but it quickly faded as the words spoken beside her passed through her ears. They were quite rude, and surely unprovoked. Why would anyone say such a thing to another person, and one so lovely and clearly innocent of any wrong doings to the speaker? It caused a slight frown to mar Eleonora's face as she very scarcely turned her head to look at the boy speaking.

While she was quietly observing his features, hopefully unnoticed, she became aware the woman was now addressing her. Eleonora looked up to her with a lost look, as if she was completely thrown off by someone speaking to her.  The truth being that she was, for today she had not intended to meet anyone but only to go about her errands alone and unseen.

Prompted by the woman's question she thought back, certain that if they had previously met it would have been remembered. How could she have forgotten someone so striking? When Eleonora spoke her voice was quiet, nearly getting lost in the busy street noise. “Oh...no, I don't think so...,” but then she spotted the staff again and something flashed in her memory. That particular clinking noise she had heard threw images of her days at the ministry into her mind. “But I used to work at the Ministry- maybe you saw me there?” The idea that she had ever noticed Eleonora was absurd, really. She didn't stand out the way this woman did.
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PostSubject: Re: Poor Planning Gets Nowhere. (Open)   Thu Nov 07, 2013 3:56 pm

Dein scoffed, "At least 70." It was an exaggeration of course, but she addressed him as though addressing a child. How insulting. He looked away from the veela as he dropped some ash onto the ground, before putting out the cigarette completely. He flicked it away carelessly, as the attention on him was diverted, and threw his hands into his coat pockets. The woman blew him off like she was better than him, a pitiful assumption on her part.

His attention was refocused upon mention of the Ministry, as his gaze drifted to the woman sitting next to him. He'd thought little of her- just a woman out on the weekend to take care of errands from home- but now, it seemed she was more than she appeared. Anyone with ties with the Ministry had his attention, whether it be from caution or interest. He looked from the woman to the veela, pondering on the prospect of her being involved with the Ministry as well. If he could get their names, they would be two more additions to his files- never know when knowledge of a veela's existence might come in handy, and given his occupation, it didn't hurt to know too much about anybody, including the seemingly harmless woman.
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PostSubject: Re: Poor Planning Gets Nowhere. (Open)   Thu Nov 07, 2013 9:21 pm

"70 you say?", she thought about it for a second. How old was she? She often lost track of time... Sometimes her projects took her to places where time was different... More fluid. For all she knew, she coud be 70! But he of course didn't know that... He must had said it as a joke. "Who knows if you're not right!"

As the woman muttered in her almost unaudible voice she nodded "I see.. You're Miss Valenta who used to work in the Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. I knew your face looked familiar! So what do you do now?"
Mavis remembered the faces of almost everyone she met although linking the names with the faces was a different story. And this girl... She would most certainly stand in her memory. The girl had a certain feel to her... She was different. Kind. Loving. Friendly.

She bowed announcing "My name is Mavis Westfall. At your service!"
It was things like this that made it hard for people to befriend her... She was "weird", even for a foreigner. But that who she was and she didn't regret a thing.
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PostSubject: Re: Poor Planning Gets Nowhere. (Open)   Fri Nov 08, 2013 12:43 am

The mention of her name shocked Eleonora and she momentarily did not know how to respond. This woman, Mavis, knew her. More than that, she knew exactly what she used to do at the Ministry. Never once had anyone recognized her outside of work, or she assumed even inside the building when she worked there. Dedicated to her job and terribly quiet Eleonora did not interact with many people during her stay at the Ministry, and frequently spent whole work days in the company of only magical creatures.

If she knew her then Mavis might also be aware of the circumstances around her resignation. The possibility the the woman knew that Eleonora had stolen Vega and Polaris sent a wave of panic to reach her eyes. She quickly turned her head away and found herself looking in the eyes of the young man next to her. While he may not be the most polite person, he offered a possible way out of this conversation. She silently pleaded him to make another rude comment, anything to divert the attention from herself. Eleonora could only hope he read the look in her eyes and cared to respond to it.

In the meantime she couldn't ignore Mavis any longer. She turned back to her and forced a small smile.

“Y-yes, that's right. I'm sorry I don't remember you, Miss Westfall...I-well I didn't socialize much.” Eleonora was stumbling over her words, uncertain what to say here. Her fingers reached up and found her hair, twirling it around them in rings as she was wont to do when nervous. “I teach at Hogwarts now...” What else to add about her position she wasn't sure. That answer should be sufficient and she really did not want to get into her personal life with a virtual stranger.
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PostSubject: Re: Poor Planning Gets Nowhere. (Open)   Fri Nov 08, 2013 1:02 pm

"Alas, my job does not allow me to come out of my office that much. I'm an Unspeakable you see?", she tilted her head, realising she probably shouldn't be telling everyone that. She put her index finger on her lips and whispered "But don't go telling anyone about that!" As she said this she looked at the man, peering into his eyes, silently saying "The same goes for you!"

She looked back at the woman. The panic in the woman's eyes that had twinkled a few seconds before was still present. She wondered what someone as sweet as this was afraid of. Completly oblivous to the world around her while working, sometimes being full weeks locked inside her office, Mavis surely hadn't heard about the theft.

"Ah Hogwarts... What a lovely school that must be to work at... The moulding of the young minds so they can aim at the future...", she continued with her rambling to herself.
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PostSubject: Re: Poor Planning Gets Nowhere. (Open)   Sat Nov 09, 2013 11:05 pm

Dein watched the strange woman, perplexed by her lack of reaction to his words- most women were predictably offended by any indication of age. Of course, she was a veela, and even without considering that, she was odd enough as it was. He did not enjoy being brushed aside so easily however, and his gaze grew cold as it became fixated on her. It was convenient though, that the veela shed some light both on herself and the woman sitting next to him. However careless on their part, to be speaking right next to him, but for him it was quite useful; they were two Ministry employee (or ex-employee's), spilling information here for him.

As Miss Valenta turned to him, who was apparently a new professor at Hogwarts, he glanced back rather passively, growing impatient with the pace of the conversation. However young Mavis appeared, she acted far more ancient. It was like waiting around, waiting for a grandmother to finally get to her blatantly simple point- not that Dein had any experience in the matter. He just needed to push things along, to find out more, "You must feel pretty noble, working for something bigger than yourself." Or, in less generous wording, she must think herself better than the common folk, being part of such an exclusive fold.

He had other methods to poke at ideas of the Ministry itself, methods that would possibly get a reaction out of Mavis should she know anything specific, but he couldn't risk bringing attention to himself. Besides, if the Ministry was bold enough to throw experimental freaks into the tournament, then he could be damn sure they had a good excuse to guard themselves. For a government like the Ministry, no single person could ever win out by talking it down. To really get any substantial dirt on them, you had to be in their special 'club'. Dein smirked at the thought.
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PostSubject: Re: Poor Planning Gets Nowhere. (Open)   Sun Nov 10, 2013 7:22 pm

The beautiful woman before her certainly was a bit odd with the way she spoke and seemed to address both Eleonora and the man beside her as casually as long time acquaintances.  When she mentioned being an Unspeakable Eleonora tried to hide the shock on her face. That was not something that she thought anyone would come out and say, or were allowed to mention at all. Either Mavis did not think Eleonora and the stranger a threat to her or she simply wasn't afraid of breaking protocol. At any rate she did not seem too interested in Eleonora's time at the ministry which lead her to believe she did not know anything else about her, which was a relief.

Eleonora just smiled at her words, not intending to follow up with a comment of her own. Hogwarts was a nice place to work but she wasn't sure that she was molding any minds, but more like filling them with information they were likely to push aside at the end of class. Still if that was how Mavis wanted to view it she was free to, it even put Eleonora in a better light if Mavis believed her to be a respectable professor.

When the man next to her spoke again she gathered he was posing his question to Mavis, who had spoke last. The question seemed innocent enough; perhaps he wasn't so rude after all. A kid that age should be respectful to their elders and however old he had joked that Mavis was, she was no doubt at least older than him. Eleonora chanced another look at him as she thought, trying to decide what to think about him.

Before it was too obvious she was looking, Eleonora lowered his head again to her shopping list as the conversation turned away from her. She still needed a few things and she had intended to stop at the Leaky Cauldron for a quick drink by herself but now thought it was best to head straight back after her shopping. This was more than enough interaction for one day.  She took her parchment and stuffed it back into her bag, gathering his things up in preparation of leaving.
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PostSubject: Re: Poor Planning Gets Nowhere. (Open)   Wed Nov 20, 2013 11:15 am

"Far bigger, little boy", she spoke with a mocking tone and a wicked grin on her face. "Bigger than the ministry, than the world even! I wouldn't say I feel noble, but I do feel accomplished." Although she worked at the Ministry, she cared little for the politics or power-struggles that happened within. She was a foreigner after all. All she wanted was to find the answer to the question that had been there her whole life. It was that question and her knowledge already gathered about it that had led her to the Department of Mysteries.

She pulled out her broken time-turner and smiled. So close, yet so far. She looked at Eleonora when she was tidying up, preparing to leave. "No need to run dear. I'm just as normal as your everyday witch", she had a warm smile on her face, almost affectionate. Mavis loved when it was sunny. It was so much easier talking to people. She just felt like she should make everyone around her feel good and happy. Very much unlike rainy days... A shiver went down her spine when she remembered a rainy day some years ago when a certain person decided to double-cross her. Even dark wizards would find it... disturbing.
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PostSubject: Re: Poor Planning Gets Nowhere. (Open)   Mon Dec 09, 2013 12:38 am

If there was any doubt in his mind about this woman was stuck up, it was gone now. She was an Unspeakable, doing regrettably unspeakable things, and he wasn't likely to satisfy any curiosity with what she really did behind closed doors. He watched, in his subtle way, as she pulled out an object most foreign to him, and fact that she was practically flaunting her secrets in front of him only aggravated him more. Instead of showing his true colors, he instead turned to the other woman, of whom he had much a better chance at. She, an ex-Ministry member, now a Professor at Hogwarts- she had to have a useful story behind that. No one quit- or fired, perhaps- for no reason. Did she see something that he could use?

A smirk spread slyly across his face as he stood up to meet the red-head, and wrap an arm across her shoulders, "It's true, you know. She's no scarier than I am." Of course, the statement itself was quite controversial, had anyone understood quite what it meant. He glanced to the veela, smiling courteously for a moment, before looking back down at the Hogwarts Professor's hidden face, "Come on stay awhile, this is the first decent conversation I've had in weeks." The friendly face was one he used rarely on people, as it never seemed helpful in most situations. For this one though, he believed her far too timid to refuse the act. If he had more time, he was certain he could learn something from this young... Professor. For the Unspeakable, he would remember what few details she gave, such as her choice of a staff over a wand, the strange necklace she seemed to admire, and the fact that she looked at him as though he were a boy, a silly, harmless boy. He was determined to prove otherwise, even if he couldn't do so now. For the Professor, he needed to learn more details than just simply working under his Aunt.


(Apologies if Dein's character offends! He isn't the kindest of people, like, to anyone xD)
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PostSubject: Re: Poor Planning Gets Nowhere. (Open)   Mon Dec 09, 2013 9:49 pm

As Eleonora stood and was about to make her escape Mavis turned from the man back to her. A bright warm smile was on her face, making her appear almost motherly as she beckoned for her to stay. Whatever she was Eleonora did not for a moment believe was she just an ordinary witch. There was something too perfect about her, something force-like pulled all of the attention of passerbys to her. With a start, Eleonora realized that Mavis was perhaps part Veela. It would make sense, and she had studied them during her schooling and work. The signs added up but it did little to ease her trepidation about sticking around.

Eleonora froze when the mans arm wrapped its way around her shoulder, her body stiffening and not daring to move. The phrase 'deer in the headlights' ran mockingly through her mind as she willed herself to relax. The weight of his arm was heavy on her, feeling both oppressive and in some perverse way, protective. At that moment his words didn't quite agree with what she felt; he did seem a bit intimidating. Slowly she turned her face up to his and surprisingly caught sight of a friendly expression. She was just being overly sensitive, she chided herself, and gave him a weak smile. “I guess I have some spare time.”

One of her greatest problems, Eleonora had learned over the years, was her inability to refuse peoples offers or pleas. It was not every incident, but it was many. That was how she ended up in such situations as these, unsure if she really wanted to be here or not but unable to just walk away. She felt it was expected of her to remain now and to join in the conversation. What had she to say, though? Surely nothing of substance, nothing that would interest these two. It was not that she did not believe her thoughts of value but she did not care to waste the energy speaking them if they were not something that would add to the conversation.

Instead she remained standing, still under the strangers arm, unable to figure out a way to extract herself without appearing rude. “You haven't mentioned your name yet?” She asked cautiously, bringing her eyes up to his and hoping that the hesitation did not show.
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