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Post by Jaquellene Jack Dyllan Sat Jan 18, 2014 9:23 pm

((I’m going to set this post wedding, I think.))

Jack and Max had fallen into the habit of having lunch together. They had only officially been married a few days, but very few people knew. It was not like they really advertised it. Jack was not even wearing her ring on her finger. Her ring was only the band – she had never seen the practicality or beauty in a pearl or a diamond. The band, even, seemed so official and feminine and binding. She had found its uses though, and had put it on the chain with the golden chess piece – the one creepy man at the grocery store near her home had spotted the ring and had even refrained from making one of his typical creepy remarks.

They were not eating together because they were technically married now – that was a stupid reason to eat lunch with someone. It just so happened that they now worked at the Ministry. It just made it easier to eat with each other now. Today was Friday, which meant it was a lunch in Diagon. Max had sent her a memo telling her to go ahead and get them a table – he was having issues with interns again, she guessed. So she excused herself from work, untangling herself from the web of paperwork and objects all which indicated potential leads in regards to the marriage law and James Blood’s pack. She hurried through the halls of the Ministry, clinging to her old reliable knapsack. The knapsack had not failed her yet, so she had found no reason to get rid of it. It made her smile sometimes – the sewn cloth was older than Sunny.

Soon, she had apparated to Diagon and was walking down the street with a simple state of mind. Today, Jack felt young. Jack had always felt much older than she actually was; she had felt like a middle aged woman since she was seventeen, really. But as she walked down Diagon towards Sparks, a place she had not enjoyed eating at since Hogwarts (it had been a place for serious meetings ever since), her old knapsack resting nicely against her shoulders (which were mysteriously absent of tension), Jack Dyllan could not help but remember what it had been like to be a student with relatively small worries and less responsibility. Less choices. Less confusion. Fewer regrets.

She entered the restaurant and picked out a booth. She slipped into the seat and a waitress immediately appeared. “A drink, miss?” Jack nodded. “A Coke?” The waitress nodded her head and turned on her heel.

Five minutes later, Jack remained at her booth. Max was still running late. She nursed her soda, her eyes looking over the notes she had pulled out in the minutes prior. As time passed, she was feeling less and less young. So it went.

((This was poop. Sorry))
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Post by Ariel Damian Greyback Sun Jan 19, 2014 9:43 pm

Dead.

Better than dead: buried.

Better than buried: cremated and splashed out over icy waters.

Fried and frozen.

Better than dead.

Alas, the world afforded little rest for the wicked. For, it was the wicked who earned the money for the hellish and it was the hellish that served the evil. Whatever deity recently came into fashion or fell out of fashion or neither, he always favoured the wicked, for he in turn favoured the hellish and the hellish the evil until the cycle culminated in mutual self-destruction. Out of the ashes, a new evil emerged and the retinues that followed after, each layer subservient to the one above it and so on. So, Ariel was the wicked.

The hellish always got what was coming to them. Always. The evil in this little ditty would be, of course, Madam Ana Levski whose drawers – the wooden ones, to clarify – were pilfered that very afternoon unbeknownst to the rosy, if not nosy, secretary whose other drawers were opened and explored to allow the far more important set to be understood. Out from inside, the wicked took his satisfaction – from both, in fact – and walked out of the Ministry a disturbingly familiar face that no one could quite place.

The hellish had risen to regard via other methods. It was the hellish who he regrettably served and it was into those slender hands that Ariel placed those papers she believed she was owed from Madam Levski. Of course, prior to the mutual self-destruction, the evil paid the hellish and the hellish the wicked and so it was a tidy sum that Ariel pocketed for what he could only comment on as child’s play. However, the price it commanded was not something he was going to sniff at in derision. No, those little jobs he’d covet eternally.

Emerging from Borgin and Burke’s, Ariel embraced the sheen of rain that trickled down off of the rooftops and onto the thick, padded shoulders of the coat that one of his employers had the grace to afford him, refusing to see his mutt go into an upmarket club in London dressed like he’d just finished busking in the East End for spare change. Thus, he’d earned himself a suit, a coat and a pair of cheap shoes and equally cheap cufflinks but, nevertheless, it purveyed an old image he’d once adored.

Suit or not, the fuzz on his jaw remained and the length of his hair, greased back into order or not, was an easy reminder of his reasons for his actions.

Money.

After depositing the newest cheque in his Gringott’s Vault, Ariel sidled down through the throng of people buzzing about the stalls outside the shops that lined the alley with every intention of exiting the confounded place and finding himself a nice breath of country air for an hour or so before his newest mark’s young daughter commanded his attention. It appeared as though the young heiress enjoyed slumming at the expense of her daddy. Ariel was content to reap the benefits of it, also.

He would have left, too, had it not been for a flash of red in a window which caught his eye despite all of the other dizzying colours that danced in front of his senses. This was a particular shade, though: one he’d never forget.

Jack.

Ariel swallowed, halting outside of the Lupin bistro that already made the hairs stand up on the back of his neck and on his forearms. He grunted, feeling someone bump into the shoulder that was still aggrieving him from his scrap a full moon ago. A lifetime ago, almost. He’d still been on ‘holiday’ then. Now he was in the cold, out in the cold: braving the ice, braving the fire.

It would have been easier to blame it on something else. Wrackspurts. Something unworldly. But he was unworldly too and his feet moved of their own accord.

“Was she worth it then?” Isabella asked breathlessly, tearing her mouth from his skin long enough to greet his gaze with her own. He shifted beneath her, his hips rocking against hers as he steadied himself, his chest heaving, meeting hers for every measured breath.

“What?” He gasped, his hands reaching up to press the wet tendrils of golden honey hair from her forehead.

“Jack.” Isabella pressed, her breathing slowing, returning from its freight pace to a slower chug. “Was she worth it? All the heartbreak? All that leaving cost you?”

His grasp tightened and with one fluid movement, Ariel threw her away from him, the gulf between them once again throwing them to convict and to detective. As his trousers came back up to his hips, the belt pin tightening into one of the holes, he found himself acutely remembering why sleeping with those trying to convict him was an awful, awful thing. They knew too much. Asked too many questions.

“Yes then. Yes, Ariel.”


“Can I help you sir?”

Ariel blinked, his eyes losing their glazed quality. He looked about himself, stealing a breath past his lips as he realised he’d come inside, traipsed too near. Far too near. Now he had to stay.

“Filet mignon… as rare as you can get it … hold the salad. Sweet potato.” Ariel cut out, reading out the first thing that caught his eye on the list.

“That’s for dinner, though, sir. It’s lunchtime.” The waitress protested.

“Then I’ll make sure there’s a good tip in it for you, won’t I?” He muttered testily, looking at her pointedly. “Go.”

The waitress had a look that for a moment suggested she was going to try to challenge him but she backed down as soon as she considered it, seemingly deciding it a poor choice to try and alter his intention. She disappeared into the back room, no doubt the kitchen, and Ariel huffed a sigh, wondering what his master plan was now. How had it even come to this?

She wasn’t meant to be here.

Neither was he, though.

He was meant to be dead.
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Post by Jaquellene Jack Dyllan Sun Jan 19, 2014 10:13 pm

Jack supposed that life sometimes forgot about it. Sometimes, it liked to pile on responsibility after responsibility, tragedy after tragedy, frustration after frustration. And then, Life would suddenly forget about her. She wasn’t sure when exactly it had forgotten her, but it was sometime around the night Albus had attempted to tell her he cared for her more than she wanted him to care for her. Since then, very little had happened. There had been the Eis Estate fiasco. There had been Christmas. There had been the new job. There had been the talk with Albus in his cell. But, that had all been her, and apparently it had not been enough to tempt Life to begin happening to her again.

But it seemed her marriage to Maximus Morrison had been enough to remind Life that she existed and that she was worth f*cking with.

Jack waited awhile, but she did not mind. She had enough work that she had taken from work to keep her busy pouring over. She went through one drink, assured the waitress that she was not ready to order yet, and then worked her way through half of another. She let her attention wander from her work, distracted by waitresses and patrons strolling by. Eventually, something did catch her eye, and her interest. Something she would not have expected.

The waitress held a plate with an incredibly rare steak on it. Jack was trained – she knew what that meant. Very few people could handle such a bloody steak. There was a werewolf in the restaurant. She was pleasantly surprised. At worst, it was James Blood and she could reattempt building a line of communication with him. At best, it was one of her regulars, the ones she helped stay on their feet, the ones who were truly good people. She perked slightly and quickly looked about, looking to see if she could get some company.

She was wrong. Worst case was not James Blood.

Her eyes locked with his almost immediately. He had not changed much. He filled his suit out in a more manly way, looking less like a scrawny kid. His facial hair was more scraggly, his hair was longer, his eyes looked tired and worn. As Jack looked at him, she realized they had both aged similarly. Both of them looked more adult in their clothes. Their hair was longer than it had been in seventh year. Their faces showed evidence of worry and exhaustion and of disappointment. But something about Ariel still seemed so… lone. Jack was not sure she could claim the same for herself anymore. No, she knew she could not claim that.

Ari.

She had talked herself into thinking that she did not ever hope or want to see him again. He had turned his back on her, hadn’t he? Rightfully, yes, but he had never come back. Even Chase had come back, no matter how many times Jack had tried to send her off again. But Jack had become a monster to Ariel, and she had told herself that if she was truly a monster to him, she would benefit nothing from seeing him again.

But here he was.

Jack swallowed and slowly slipped a hand up, her elbow still resting on the table, tipping it ever so slightly.
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Post by Ariel Damian Greyback Sat Feb 01, 2014 11:08 am

A serendipitous turn of fate always preceded a disaster. In the pocket of his coat, blood stained and ragged, there was a piece of leather folded over thrice but what was etched into it was the particular point of interest rather than the thing itself. Crude though it may have been, the piece of cloth was the last outpost of narcissism he had because in the surface, etched was a copy of the photograph taken of him in Istanbul by his mistress.

Ultimately, it turned out that such a photo would be used to spread his image across the city and whilst the cloth itself was primitive, it proved to be able to keep its shape, its image and the promise of a 100,000 Lira reward for his capture. Clearly though, he hadn’t been snapped up. Jack was his serendipitous turn of fate, however. The subsequent disaster would probably be the Aurors.

The waitress returned with his order just as Ariel lifted his gaze out from underneath his eyelids. He managed a half smile, one which did nothing to ease the jittering of the woman who, it seemed, had the whit to find herself privy to what he was, no doubt in time the who would follow along but he wasn’t as partial to dinky little waitresses or oddballs as he had been during Hogwarts. The wealthy woman was always kept by a brutal wealthy husband: to become the bane of him was to get two-folded satisfaction.

“Over there,” Ariel gestured offhandedly. He had spotted Jack in the mirror mounted on the wall above the till and blackboard both resting on the counter. He supposed the waitress could see her too. Ease of access to the redhead did not make it simple for Ariel to approach her. But, approach her he did.

“You dice with death, don’t you?” He questioned, coming to a stop before the table as the waitress scuttled away. “Just sitting around with all of those rogue werewolves no doubt hankering after you.”
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Post by Jaquellene Jack Dyllan Sun Feb 02, 2014 7:49 am

Jack found herself needing a conscious reminder that her lungs needed to breathe as Ari approached. She was attempting to take a breath in on every left, hold it on the right, and release it again on the left and right, before repeating, breathing through her nose so as to look as natural as possible. Unfortunately, she was seemingly unable to take in more air than she had taken in on the previous breath. She soon found her lips parting in the hope of air somehow tripping its way into her throat.

Because this was how a body was supposed to work.

The waitress scurried ahead and deposited the plate with the bloody steak across from her, giving her a wary, uncertain look. Jack was very accustomed to this look from strangers. She seemed to attract the type of acquaintances who attracted such looks. She almost felt odd when she did not garner strange looks - however, this chance meeting was not one she had much confidence in, so she might have preferred a more reassuring expression from the timid waitress.

He finally arrived, but then remained standing next to the table, as though she intended on keeping him from joining her - Jack did not think she was capable of turning him away. She would need malice for such a move, and all she seemed to be able to muster was slight confusion. She grimaced, attempting a smile in doing so. "I'd much rather be surrounded by rogue werewolves than regular people." She paused. "Feel free to sit. I'm just waiting for-" my husband. "a friend."
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Post by Ariel Damian Greyback Sat Feb 15, 2014 9:17 pm

Long, lithe fingers curled around the neck of a chair and twisted it from one side to the other, swivelling the attached body so that the edge of the seat hit at the knees of the werewolf stood before Jaquellene Dyllan. It was hard to forget that she was a young woman that no measure of hardship could change. Like many of the great pillars of the world, she had gone on and stood the test of time, unshaken by the assaults that rattled at her foundations. Yet, still she stood and he, too, before her like the mortal he had always been. The callous. The flawed. She, the goddess by comparison with her own callouses, her own flaws. Still perfect, then.

Slowly taking his seat, Ariel eyed the retreating waitress whose little dancer’s feet couldn’t seem to carry her quickly enough from the dining room. A smirk alighted on his lips and as he tossed his gaze up back to Jack, the expression soon fell, reducing it to a harsh grimace that he couldn’t quite extinguish. He couldn’t abate that along with his awkwardness, either. He was a mortal, still. Regardless of his suspect achievements, her moves outwitted his. He had barely sat down to the table and already he knew check mate had been called. He was out. Bust.

“I don’t know whether that’s brave or stupid,” Ariel examined her carefully, inclining his head to the side for the barest of moments before deciding quietly for himself that it was neither: it was just her.

Ariel leaned forward after moment to inspect his steak but, as per usual, it left a lot less to be desired. Even being barely shown the heat now seemed distasteful to him. Thus, he returned his eyes to Jaquellene’s.

“I’ve missed you – it’s usually the custom. Of course, is it true for you, I wonder? Surely you can deduce how I feel.”

Nothing had changed, it seemed.
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Post by Jaquellene Jack Dyllan Mon Feb 17, 2014 8:18 am

He sat and Jack found that it was a horribly ordinary place that this meting was taking place. Had their first meeting not been amid a whirlwind of enchanted objects? Had their friendship not been formed in the most magical of all rooms in Hogwarts? Had their friendship not ended outside of the Ministry of Magic, on one of the most important days of their young lives? And yet, they were reconnecting in one of the most frequented eateries in one of the best known wizarding communities in the world. It was unspectacular. And that had never really been their style.

Brave or stupid. Jack wondered why she had not seen that as a newspaper title yet. Newest Stunt By Jack Dyllan : Brave or Stupid? It was a question Jack had been asked since she was just a child, approaching animals much bigger than herself, standing up to bullies, climbing trees that she knew were too dangerous. Jack Dyllan, brave or stupid. She had always known the answer, of course. "It's actually this charming mixture of both."

He removed his eyes from her to look at his steak, and the questions she knew she should be asking flung themselves into her mind. What are you doing with your life? Where are you working? Been to any Quidditch games lately? How's your dad? Why haven't I seen you in two years? He looked back up at her and the questions quickly fled her mind as he spoke.

Yes. She had once. Until she had found out that you could hate what someone had created and still stick around.

It was a lie to say she had completely stopped. Logically, she would not let herself miss the Greyback heir. But he was the first person to stir her heart in a way that it had never been stirred. Jack liked to pretend she was cold and heartless, but the truth was that it almost physically hurt to have him so close while knowing there was so much distance between them. What would have happened if she had not scared him away?

"I've missed you - customarily of course." She quirked an eyebrow, her lip twitching slightly into the ghost of a smile. She would not be able to keep herself from teasing him just a bit. "I, uh," Oh, here goes the real stuff. "I haven't heard from you, or about you. Been alright?"
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Post by Ariel Damian Greyback Mon Mar 10, 2014 9:17 pm

For a moment, the werewolf took solace in the fact that Jaquellene cared to care about him. For a moment, only. Not a second longer. Thereafter, he revelled in his ability to disappeared, suggesting that the Black Forest had not been such a waste after all. He certainly knew that Constantinople, ahem, Istanbul, was no waste, either. The rag tag bunch of young werewolves, despite being picked off by the Ministries of the Mediterranean, had gone unnoticed by the general populous and, most important of all, by the old Department Head of that infernal place they affectionately called the centre for “Fluffies and Puppies.” Or had she been? He couldn’t recall. He too had stopped trying to take notice. Still, he managed to pick up a Daily Prophet now and then. He hadn’t forgotten her regardless of how many women he’d deigned to take to bed – even redheads.

“I’ve been about,” Ariel replied airily. “I suppose I endeavoured to disappear. I suppose I succeeded, too.”

A smirk laced its way across Ariel Greyback’s mouth but there was little to feign amusement at. Whilst Jaquellene hadn’t changed, Ariel felt as though the winds had turned and the mountains had shifted within himself. ‘Alright’ wasn’t a statement he would find applicable to himself anymore. He missed his brother in arms. He missed all that came with human life. However, he feared he could no longer have any part of it. Too much had altered. Time had passed beyond Ariel’s control. What was left for him was whatever still lingered from the mirror he supposed he must have broken years ago. Whatever shards remained must have made up some semblance of the life he led now. To be sure, he desired something very different but he was not unrealistic in hankering after it. He saw that there was little he could yet gain by tampering with other people’s lives. Still, he missed them.

“I’ve been better. Worse. More normal and abnormal than this. How are you? Married having had five children yet or are you still letting ghosts and werewolves get the better of you?”
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Post by Jaquellene Jack Dyllan Mon Mar 10, 2014 11:18 pm

Cryptic as usual. Why tell her all when he could use a riddle in place of truth? It was so like him - something she found she kept telling herself throughout their exchange thus far. It seemed she was afraid of him doing something out of character, something that reminded her that had time had changed them both. She knew they had changed. She considered herself vastly more stable, vastly more mature. And she knew any changes had to have been for the better, for time brought about what was meant to be. But the part of her that was so mortal feared the time that had passed since their last meeting, because it was time that took away happiness, friendship, and love and brought death in its wake.

She smirked a bit at his words of disappearance. "I suppose you had some allies in the Fluffies Department." She took a drink of soda. He had briefly worked with her, after all, when Zoe Gould had been Head. He had stopped working there not long after Jack had taken over for Zoe, so surely he would know that she had managed to keep him out of trouble. Of course, she had not been the one to actually invest the time into doing so. Back then, it was a dagger in the heart to see his name in writing. But her assistant had been a doll in doing every request she asked, even ones as odd as 'keep the male Greyback heir relatively safe.'

Better. Worse. More normal and abnormal than this. Back to cryptic.

She felt her heart start a bit at the m-word, a word she had not grown to accustomed to, but had been hearing so much of. She did not know how to say yes without forcing it on him. She was torn. She wanted him to know, so that if he found out she had not lied to him. But she also really did not want to have to tell him because... why? Why should she? They didn't owe each other explanations or updates so... did it matter if she told him? Ah, she was useless at this stuff. Better stick to what she knew.

"Werewolves and ghosts never got the best of me," Jack reminded him. "I actually quit that job at the Ministry to do pro Quidditch, so that's been going well. I still have a lot of werewolf guests, though, the down-and-out ones." She paused. How to address the first part of that question without really getting into the worst of it. "I actually have found myself a guardian. I'm watching over my six-year-old niece and my of-age cousin. It's been nice being near family that actually likes me." She smiled a bit - he had met her family after all. He knew what they were like. "Now I'm working for the Ministry, looking into this marriage law." She grimaced. So close to that subject. Too close.
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Post by Ariel Damian Greyback Sun Mar 16, 2014 12:25 am

Werewolves did deals with the devil in order to survive the wilderness. Beneath the fur and the malice, human minds were still intact with human expectations of the world around them. Most didn’t survive. Most didn’t understand the distinction between the dog and the man or the woman. Ariel had always had a feeling that there was a place in the magical world for him that would benefit those with inferior blood or ‘diseases.’ He had found himself with a group of pups who didn’t know their arse end from their ears and it was under his harsh parenting or rough tuition, whatever you want to call it, that they managed to survive in the Black Forest through until the end of winter. He could to that, this he knew, but there was a part of him desperate to avoid civilisation for the sake of protecting himself against the hurt. Hiding from Jack, in that sense, could protect him from hurt. Yet, he didn’t think he’d succeeded much.

“No,” Ariel replied gruffly to her supposition. “I didn’t.”

Allies wasn’t something Ariel could have said confidently that he had. After a time, he guessed he’d found some but the skirmishes in the Mediterranean had set them all in different directions. He didn’t even know what had happened to some of the wolves he’d been with. They’d been his allies. His brothers in arms. He didn’t know what he was doing now. What was he doing in Sparks with a woman who had no claim to him and he her? Where was everything he’d looked forward to during his Hogwarts years? Where was his future? Where had that all gone? Merlin only knows.

“So you’ve got a kid, huh?” Ariel felt a smile tug at his lips and he looked into his lap for a moment, shoving off the old feelings that he’d had within him since time began. A little family was all he’d ever wanted. That was perhaps the only reason why he’d lingered so long in the pack. He felt somewhat secure there. It seemed as though Jack had beaten him to the punch in that regard.

“What’s the deal with the marriage law, anyway?” Ariel asked, lifting his eyes back up again. “Being as I’m here again, I’m not going to suddenly get a rather disturbing letter pop up for my perusal and a little wife for my troubles am I? Do tell me there is a way of repealing this nonsense?”
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