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#( manners maketh man. )

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cxrrxw-girl:

“It is when you come and sit down at my bar,” Alecto couldn’t help but smirk, “Are you giving honest sobriety a go?” Her eyebrow was raised and despite his previous declaration she flicked her wand to pour him a beer. 

“I’ll have to keep that in mind the next time I pick between here and the bar on my road.”  He huffed when he saw her prepare him a drink, but didn’t protest.  “I don’t drink that often,” Augustus pointed out.  “And I can’t say I’m in the mood for it tonight.”

#( convo; alecto. ) #( alecto 002. )

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fenriirgreyback:

“For all we know ‘e could ‘ave been the leader of some shit stirrin’ pro-muggle group. And if not, well, I think ‘e got the message. Ain’t gonna be sat in the pub usin’ a fuckin’ pencil anytime soon, that’s for certain.” He ended the sentence with a half-laugh, half-sneer, upper lip curled back at one corner to reveal a sharp canine tooth. “Yeah, we’ll leave that sorta stuff t’me. You’re good for the plannin’ ‘n’ strategy shit. Speakin’ of, y’heard anythin’ from anyone? Some of us are startin’ t’get twitchy just sittin’ about with nothin’ much t’do.”

As little sense as Fenrir’s logic made to him, Augustus much less prone to involving himself in other’s business  -  even over using a pencil, Merlin forbid  -  he still found himself scoffing in amusement.  “That,”  he mused,  “and I’m much too attached to spending my full moons with my feet up, a cup of tea in hand.  I’d hate to have my routine changed.”  He was shaking his head before Fenrir had even finished.  “No, nothing of interest.  I’m not likely to be the first to hear, either.  Your choices are learn to rest on your laurels or find someone with better information to pester.”

#( convo; fenrir. ) #( fenrir 002. )

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narcissab:

“Most people like to share things about themselves,” Narcissa mused in quiet agreement, her attention flitting over the mingling guests. “They think it makes them seem more interesting. That it gives them an edge.” Her gaze returned to Augustus, watching him carefully. “Whilst I admire your devotion to secrecy, I cannot deny that it is a thin line, darling – the one between telling others too much and not telling them enough. You are a valuable member of our society, but you risk isolating yourself.” 

He followed her gaze briefly, a moment of silent agreement shared then.  “An occupational hazard,”  he responded, his lack of explanation past that almost to prove a point.  With the time he poured into it, his work as an Unspeakable was his defining feature, yet very little could be said about it.  “Invaluable advice,”  Augustus nodded,  “I suppose a crucial opportunity to avoid this will be your wedding.”  A small, almost teasing smile played on his lips.  “We’ll have to wait and see whether I arrive with someone, or spend yet another event playing chaperone.” 

october ♢ hestia’s tea party

#( convo; narcissa. ) #( narcissa 001. )

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pxdfxot:

“Chamomile? Hmm, intriguing,” he nodded. “Personally I find it tastes like cat piss.” Sirius scrunched up his nose, sipping from his rose tea. “Though I haven’t actually tried cat piss before. But each to their own.”

“That’s the same thing my four year old sister says about it, oddly enough.”  Augustus lifted his shoulders in a casual shrug, despite the slight bite to his voice.  “It must be a mature taste.”

#( convo; sirius. ) #( sirius 001. )

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madlaggen:

Leanna could barely contain her excitement that she was able to go on about the topic further. “That is where you are completely wrong. The act of sucking on a wound allows you to dislodge any foreign object and your stomach acid is able to destroy it. It doesn’t need to be your own saliva.” She smiled, hoping to impress with her little speech. “You just use your own saliva though. I will survive.” 

As much as he disliked to be told he was wrong, the information was interesting.  Augustus looked up finally, eyebrows slightly raised.  “It’s a valid point, but something about the whole thing still feels unhygienic.”  As he lifted his finger to mouth, sucking it briefly if only so he could continue with his work, he felt a little unnerved.  Eyes returning to the parchment in front of him  (a report from someone tasked with forging an alliance with the giants), he didn’t want to know if she’d watched him do that or not.  

#( convo; leanna. ) #( leanna 001. )

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mister-moody:

“You’re yelling at a cat. Something tells me that’s misplaced anger.”

“Yes, well...”  A huff escaped.  “It’s been one of those days.”

#( convo; alastor. ) #( alastor 003. )

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joysofbertha:

Bertha tilted her head to the side as she watched the scene unfold before her. It was only after the stranger shrunk before Augustus and slinked away that she approached Augustus. “It’s weird seeing you scold somebody else. I’m almost jealous. What happened there?”

Oblivious to the fact Bertha had been watching, he jumped at her seemingly sudden appearance.  A frown was still on his face, but it eased ever so slightly when he looked to the witch.  “I can start scolding you as well, if it helps,”  he remarked wryly, heaving a sigh.  “I found him trying to wander his way into the Department of Mysteries.  He claims he’d gotten the wrong floor, but it’s still caused problems.”

#( convo; bertha. ) #( bertha 003. )

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pennshingleton:

Penelope cast him a tiny smile from where she sat across from him. At least they were on the same page here, and that was a good thing. Perhaps they could do this, since their silent communication proved effective. His words were smooth and likely practiced, or maybe Augustus was just as charming as the others had said, Penelope didn’t know, but at his pause she finds herself sitting up just the slightest bit straighter, head tipping to the side, hoping her look of question would mask the slight nerves she felt, “Something to ask me? I’ll have to admit I’m rather curious now.”

All four pairs of their parents’ eyes landed on him, the words having immediately caught their attention.  From the way he sat with quiet confidence, shoulders back and not a glance given to their audience, you wouldn’t have thought he’d noticed.  “Of course, you’ll have received your own invitation to the upcoming Black-Malfoy wedding,”  he gave a smile,  “and I’m sure I have fierce competition, but I’d hoped you’d do me the honour of attending together?”

#( convo; penelope. ) #( penelope 004. )

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sophiadarling:

Any safe houses the Death Eaters might have were out of the question. It was obvious for the both of them that the Dark Lord couldn’t hear about this, especially when they were regrouping after such an important attack and with the so called CORD on the loose. The thought of having nowhere to go made her even more desperate, until she thought of Wilkes Manor. The mansion was supposed to be empty, and she doubted the house elves were going to testify against her if she showed up covered in blood and dirt. Sophia nodded slowly. 

“Oui, I do.”, as she looked at him, she accepted the cloak, not even flinching at him approaching her and placing it over her shoulders. Sophia didn’t really know why Augustus was being careful, almost nice to her; but she wasn’t going to ask either. She observed him for a little while, before shaking her head and realising she had to get a move on if she wanted to get anything done. Being a nuisance was the worst thing she could do right now. “Do you want some help? Should I help you dispose of it? Burn the house down?” The witch wasn’t really one to listen to others, always taking pride in doing exactly whatever she wished to. However, she wasn’t in a particular position of power right now. “What do you think should be done?”

He threw a look over his shoulder when she confirmed she had a place to go, giving little more than a short nod.  As much of a mess as she’d managed to cause around them, getting Sophia away from the scene was the key factor. Despite this, Augustus didn’t ask where she intended to go, nor how she’d be getting there.  His head was already filling with a variety of spells to use.  Her question did earn a quiet scoff, however.  “Not one for subtlety I take it?”  It was noted with a small amount of amusement.  “There’s no need to burn the entire place.  One body rarely warrants that.  It draws too much attention.”  As he spoke, his wand was raised.  It was moved slowly over where the blood still seemed wet, nonverbal magic having it vanish without a stain.  It was a start. 

“As for them...”  He nodded his head towards the corpse, a glance spared in their direction  -  although he quickly wished he hadn’t.  A sigh escaped.  This was the part he disliked the most.  Dealing with dead bodies made him squeamish, no matter how careful he was to hide it.  Not that Sophia was in much of a position to judge.  “The Dark Lord is always after new inferi.  It’s not advertised, otherwise those like Fenrir would be on a constant killing spree, but the trade for providing bodies to the right people is that they’re accepted with minimal questioning.  I’ll take credit for this one.”

violent ends | october 1978

#( convo; sophia. ) #( sophia 001. ) #blood tw

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pxdfxot:

“Oh my mistake. I thought you were more of a lavender tea kind of guy. Is dandelion more your style? Or maybe elderflower?”

Augustus eyed Sirius coolly.  In truth, he’d been trying to scold one of his sisters, only for her to slip away into the crowd  –  not that he was going to admit this.  “I tend to prefer chamomile, actually,” he remarked drily.

#( convo; sirius. ) #( sirius 001. ) #( that's more than fine!! )

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narcissab:

“Penelope mentioned that Hestia was a Ravenclaw,” Narcissa confirmed reflectively, a saucer balanced delicately in one hand as she sipped from her teacup. “Darling, you know your lack of interest is exactly why their friends invite you to parties like this. You play the tall, dark, mysterious wizard ever so well. Not once have I read your name in the papers, and I rarely hear it on the lips of others. You are an enigma, Augustus, and people will always love an enigma.”

His interest was piqued at Penelope’s name, but he resisted the temptation to ask after her.  Instead, he offered a small smile at Narcissa’s description of him, undeniably pleased by it  (especially the word tall).  “You call it being an enigma, I call it common sense.  Something many in our social circle lack, admittedly.  I’m sure they’re just making me look so mysterious.”

october ♢ hestia’s tea party

#( convo; narcissa. ) #( narcissa 001. ) #( my poor son is only about 5'6" ) #( he's never been called tall before becky ) #( this is the best day of his life )

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fenriirgreyback:

“Cheers mate,” Fenrir said, two fingers to his forehead, offering him a grateful salute of camaraderie. “He was a fuckin’ idiot, this guy. Tall and burly wizard, blonde hair, countryside type, the sort you’d hope would put up even ‘alf a fight. Saw ‘im usin’ a muggle pencil in the pub, thought ‘hang about, can’t be ‘avin’ this’, so I stalked him down the street and taught the fella a lesson. He barely even tried to fend me off. Caught me in the shoulder with a spell, but that’ll fix up good after the next full moon.” Shaking his head, he chewed absently on the side of his thumb. “Yeah, well, y’ever wanna join the ranks, all y’gotta do is ask. Everythin’ is so much more after you’re bitten.“

“Don’t mention it.”  As much as Augustus had the decency to nod along, lips curling into the beginnings of a smile, he only ended up blinking in surprise.  “You attacked him over a muggle pencil?”  His tone was incredulous, but it lacked any real judgement.  They were far past that point in their friendship.  “He needed to be taught a lesson, clearly.  Thank Merlin we have you here to put the world to rights.”  Despite his sarcasm, his eyebrows crept up at the mention of Fenrir taking a hit, but he knew better than to focus on that.  It was in his nature to worry, but he knew when it wouldn’t be appreciated.  “We both know I’m not best suited.”  It was the diplomatic way of saying not in a million years.   

#( convo; fenrir. ) #( fenrir 002. )

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vforoctavia:

“I can understand that,” the brunette shrugged, she herself would normally be the one who would swear she would have no more than one drink before she would head home, “I’m sure it’s been a long day, and as much as a drink is nice, there are times when you can’t beat a cup of tea.” The smile that drew her mouth upward was content, even as her fingers curled around the drink the bartender had presented her with. “That would be natural, no? It could be disastrous if you bump into someone from another department when leaving, if they ask you about your day you’d have no choice but to dismiss their query, even if you had a horrible day.” Octavia trailed off in an almost contemplative manner, her words spoken more for her own benefit than his, finding herself considering how much was permitted for an Unspeakable to talk about.

“Precisely,”  he found himself smiling, enjoying the moment of understanding, even over something so small.  “It’s a shame more of my friends don’t think like that.  I doubt I’ll ever shake off the title of most boring.”  Despite having given himself an opening to leave, Augustus found himself pausing, interested in Octavia’s view on the Unspeakables  —  and despite his paranoia, he missed the moment he should’ve looked round, failing to catch the man he’d been flirting with making his way back to them.  “It still happens,”  he admitted,  “but you become used to it.  Most at the Ministry, if they know you’re from the Department of Mysteries, tend to —”  Augustus jumped as an arm snaked around his waist, eyes wide.  ‘Have you replaced me already?’  the man asked, looking between the pair in open amusement.

#( convo; octavia. ) #( octavia 001. ) #( rip gus )

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pennshingleton:

Penelope was always rather sharp, and the look Augustus shot her, while discreet was not missed. She replies with a widening of her eyes, so slight one wouldn’t catch it had they not been looking at her directly. His exasperation with their parents and their lack of tact was very much shared. As he cleared his throat, offering her more tea, she smiled, a delicate and gracious curve to her lips, lifting her cup, “Yes, please.” If there was any awkwardness, she wouldn’t let it show, sure to speak clearly so their parents could hear, “I think it’s rather lovely we’ve gotten to meet like this again, don’t you agree?”

Augustus was tempted to chuckle when his look was returned, finding something reassuring about the fact they were both as uncomfortable as each other, but thought better of it.  It’d only prompt his mother to butt in and demand to know what was so funny.  Instead, he focused on pouring more tea for them both, smiling politely at her words.  “Of course.  I’ve enjoyed getting to know you better.”  As smoothly as the words flowed, Augustus well versed in small talk, he paused.  “Which is why there’s something I’d hoped to ask you.”

#( convo; penelope. ) #( penelope 004. )

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dvlohovs:

“I was fucking around with a spell. I already alerted you of it’s unstable properties, Gus.” Of course, such instabilities didn’t stop Antonin from practicing the spell he’d crafted in Augustus’ home. Shrugging easily, he looks to the glass littering the floor from the shattered window, “These things happen.” 

“Yes, you alerted me, how considerate.  But did you ask permission to practice it here?  No.”  It was all said with a great deal of huffing, Augustus drawing his wand to mend the broken window.  More than the blatant disregard for his home, something he’d come to expect from Antonin, they both knew he just didn’t like a mess.  “What was the spell supposed to do, anyway?”

#( convo; antonin. ) #( antonin 004. )

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fenriirgreyback:

“I like t’keep ya on your toes,” Fenrir protested, though his tone was light and edged with a smirk that hadn’t quite made it onto his lips yet. “Speakin’ of cleanin’ up messes, I’m gonna need t’use you as an alibi if the aurors come sniffin’. Say we were ‘avin’ drinks Thursday afternoon. All depends on whether the fucker I laid into is gonna report it.” He let out a loud bark of laughter. “I ain’t gonna be listenin’ to anyone on a blue moon – not unless you’ve learnt how t’howl.”

The look Augustus shot his friend was one of pure exasperation, but as always, he didn’t argue.  “I suppose I can manage that.  What did the poor person do?”  he asked, as if it particularly mattered.  He’d never considered Fenrir to have a good reason before, but he occasionally came out with a half-decent story.  “I’m still working on that, I’m afraid,”  he scoffed, shaking his head.  “It’s not as easy as you make it look.”

#( convo; fenrir. ) #( fenrir 002. )