Welcome to Until The End. We are a moderate Harry Potter role-playing site set in the Marauder's Era. Our plot is generally derived from details in the book, but as an AU site we do take liberties most anywhere we like. Those who died in the books can have a second chance at living, and those who lived are always at risk.
Tom Marvolo Riddle has long since disappeared and in his stead Lord Voldemort has risen, bringing a small army with him. The Ministry of Magic has thus far ignored the growing menace that is the Death Eaters and Albus Dumbledore has taken it upon himself to defend the wizarding community from an evil he knows is building. War is coming. Pick a side!
School's Out For Summer
The Hogwart's Express has pulled up to the station in King's Cross station and the summer holidays have officially begun. What mischeif will you get into in the warm summer sun?
*Coming Soon* - Summer Solstice Carnival
Travel by portkey to the biggest summer celebration in wizard society - The Summer Solstice Carnival! There will be food, games, prizes, fun and more!
Skies are blue, and the dreams you dare to dream, really do come true.
C
hristine's spine stiffened at the word relationship. Rationally she understood that it was an innocuous term used to describe the association between two people. Irrationally, bile rose up leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. She didn't know the man. She didn't want to know the man - except maybe to give him a matching cut on the other side of his face.
Her disgust was palpable, her fear was less discernible. Yes she had been afraid, despite her bravado and the reactionary bottle to the neck display, Christine had been terrified.
She cleared her throat, "I...there was no relationship. I didn't know him before today. He wanted me to take him to the back and..."she gave Dorian a look that explained clear enough what Ramses had wanted, but Christine wasn't going to put it into words. She felt shame at first, then anger and the rest of her words held on to the bitterness she felt, "I tried to negotiate with him and he..." Christine winced as though talking about the ordeal made it more real somehow and her cheek stung anew, "He hit me. He was angry. He threatened more violence. I was afraid for my life. I didn't plan on attacking him...it just happened."
Somewhere along the way Christine's faculties kicked in and she realized she was speaking to an auror - a highly intelligent one based on the way he seemed to be assessing her.
She had also attacked a man with money and power in a foreign country. She needed to moderate her statement accordingly, but even her stiff words couldn't hide her discomfort.
Post by Dorian Michael Humbert on Jun 28, 2019 19:28:52 GMT -8
Her eyes told him enough that she didn’t need to express with words. The idea of Ramses and Miss Michaelson having an intimate relationship was far off, and it seemed she was not pleased with any possible insinuation that there might have been anything between the pair beyond what Dorian had seen with his own eyes. Of course, a furrowed brow, however slight, and tightening of the lips were not generally noticed by the person displaying them, especially if they were trying to keep their composure as he was certain Miss Michaelson was. She answered and clarified that there was no connection between herself and the dark wizard he’d been hunting, though her hesitation at finishing her sentence gave Dorian pause. He ran his teeth over his lower lip, applying pressure. Ramses was a pig, an evil bastard who dealt in the sale of women as if they were cattle, and yet hearing Christine mention the man’s intention directly made Dorian sneer. He turned his dark eyes toward the notebook he held and scribbled down the notes of what she had told him thus far. He didn’t interrupt her. He just let her continue as composure reclaimed his facial expression.
Dorian nodded as she claimed self-defense. Christine almost seemed unsure whether charges would be pressed against her for attacking Ramses, and while Dorian couldn’t say for certain what the Egyptian laws were in such a situation – no doubt with at least a few lawmen on Ramses’ paybook – he would gladly have handed the woman several more bottles to attack the dark wizard with, if he thought it would have done any good. He wanted to congratulate her on the one hand, but on the other she had inadvertently spoiled his plans and Dorian was now back to square one. Lecturing her would have been equally as satisfying, but instead he continued with the questions. “Did he mention anything of interest? To you or that you overheard? Where he might be going or who he planned to meet? Anything at all?”
Skies are blue, and the dreams you dare to dream, really do come true.
C
hristine didn't know anything.
In the brief moments where her emotions vacillated from fear to anger, the Sayre blood demanded she seek Ramses out and finish what she started, but the fear would return and she would realize she was playing far out of her league. She was lucky to get through what she had already without severe trauma, to seek revenge would just be foolish.
That being said, she wasn't scared enough to cling to the British auror and beg him to contact her uncles and take her home. Perhaps she was a fool after all.
She just needed to get somewhere where she could think everything through and process what had happened. She wasn't going to be able to think with the most handsome man she had ever met asking her questions with all the interest of a dog denied a bone.
She was already shaking her head no as he asked his questions.
Post by Dorian Michael Humbert on Jul 3, 2019 22:19:25 GMT -8
Dorian asked a few more questions but they yielded no useful information. She either truly did not know anything or she was hiding something. The Auror couldn’t shake the feeling that she was holding something back but she was injured – though not severely - and clearly shaken up following the chaos of the night. There was a sneaking suspicion that the withholding air about her had more to do with how she came to be a dancer in the nightclub in the first place, and less about anything to do with Ramses. After another couple of minutes, Dorian flipped his notebook closed. “Alright then, Miss Michaelson. I’m going to have Agent Gamal escort you home.” He reached into his trouser pocket and withdrew his wand, conjuring a business card with his details and a Ministry of Magic logo on the backside in glittering gold print. “If you think of anything else, give me a ring.” Handing Christine the card, he pocketed his wand, notebook, and quill. He gestured for another Auror, Agent Gamal, to come over and in remedial Arabic he requested that the man see the witch home safely. There were other witnesses to interview and Dorian turned around, heading back toward the doors of the nightclub.
I think that's the end of this thread. I'll start a new one.
Somewhere Over the Rainbow
Skies are blue, and the dreams you dare to dream, really do come true.
C
hristine answered the rest of the questions with as much formality and distance she could muster. She had initially been thrown off by the adrenaline and chaos of the situation and wasn't able to think straight - or perhaps it was the man in front of her that kept breaking her concentration.
In either case, it was highly inappropriate. Given the circumstances of their meeting, the last thing Christine should have felt for the proper auror was wild attraction. She could also tell that he was "all business" and quite a few years older than she was. Not only were the obstacles to her fantasy rather large, the fact that she was fantasizing at all made her question her sanity. It was fight or flight, not fight or flirt. She wasn't Elara for Godric's sake.
Maybe it was the simple fact that she felt safe with him. Safe during a time and place where she was anything but. It was illogical, but Christine trusted her gut and somehow she knew she was safe with him. Kind of. He was still an auror and the proper sort. She couldn't just come clean about who she was - he'd have her shipped back home tout de suite - and if her father ever found out what happened, he'd kill Camulus and lock Christine in a tower as he had often threatened to do.
She needed to put some space between them and figure out her next move.
When he called the other agent over, Christine hid her relief. She had no supernatural attraction to the man that would compel her to reveal her identity or her circumstance. Agent Gamal was just the sort of man Christine could wrap around her finger. It was a little more difficult to hide her disappointment as Agent Humbert turned and left. Her breath caught as he faded out of sight and something tightened in her chest. She'd never see him again.