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i give u free reign to infodump ab all of the knights and the og army bc i am vv intrigued agjgssgsh

THERE IS SO MUCH HERE OMFG MORAL OF THIS STORY NEVER ASK ME TO INFO DUMP BECAUSE I WILL TAKE FULL ADVANTAGE OF IT—

I've separated it into sections:

The Knights of Walpurgis, and the motivations for their assigned sins.

Dumbledore's First Resistance, and the motivations for their assigned virtues.

The dynamics between the opposing contenders.

Given the sheer volume of information, I've included a cut. Please enjoy this manip that I am still very proud of.

THE KNIGHTS OF WALPURGIS (later known as Death Eaters) Tom Riddle (Pride)

Pride and arrogance were very large contributing factors to Tom Riddle's downfall in the end, and honestly, the whole idea for the gifset came from Florence + The Machines' Seven Devils playing while casually thinking of Dagrim and Tom, and then about how perfectly Tom would fit as Lucifer.

Dagrim Patil (Avarice)

When questioned about what she wants, and what Riddle promised her in exchange for her unwavering loyalty, her response is, quite simply: everything. Dagrim grew up starved not for affection, but recognition. And what she was denied in childhood, she would take in adulthood by force. Her philosophy is that if something is worth wanting, it is worth taking.

Cantankerous Nott IV (Lust)

We know so little about Theodore Nott's father from the source material, other than he was elderly, and he raised Theo himself. And that he was a Death Eater, of course. His name is an ode to his ancestor, the Cantankerous Nott who created the Sacred Twenty-Eight pureblood directory. I assigned him "lust" purely for the events leading to the conception of his son (sis, it gets messy).

Abraxas Malfoy (Envy)

Abraxas Malfoy envied Tom Riddle to the point of a half attempted mutiny. He was quickly put in his place, his co-conspirators made examples of, and spared only for his close friendship with Dagrim, who pleaded for his life. Riddle, who trusted Dagrim to a fault for all she'd done to earn it, conceded. Abraxas would later prove himself to Riddle again, regaining his seat among Riddle's favoured generals. He was the one who taught Lucius to never disobey the Dark Lord, and he was not a kind teacher.

Ulysses Mulciber (Gluttony)

Indulgence and excess, spoiled rotten and filthy rich. The Mulcibers were the richest of the Sacred at one point in their lives, rivalled only by the Malfoys. Ulysses never knew the meaning of "enough," and was a glutton not only in all manners of vice, but also for cruelty, dealing it out carelessly with little to no regard for the repercussions he was well protected from by his noble standing and wealth. He was one of Riddle's greatest allies and sponsors, and instrumental in his rise to power.

Carmilla Avery (Wrath)

Carmilla was in the year above Riddle, and was quick to anger and slow to calm. Her temper was legendary, and even her younger brothers – also admitted into the Death Eater ranks – feared her. She had an untempered fury, a rage at the world for no reason at all. She developed an unhealthy codependency with Abraxas Malfoy, who served to have a soothing presence over her. People seldom survive crossing her, as her reputation dictates.

Serafine Lestrange (Sloth)

Serafine is not lazy (as the sin "sloth" would suggest), she just lacks the motivations to pursue the goals that are expected of her. A particularly bright witch, and a wealthy one too, she never applied herself at school for she didn't see the need. Instead, she fell into a fascination of the Dark Arts, where she met Riddle, perusing the Restricted Section. She is rather discontented with life, disillusioned from already such a young age. She initially joins Riddle's gang for the excitement of it all.

DUMBLEDORE'S FIRST RESISTANCE (later known as the Order of the Phoenix in its official conception in 1970)

Albus Dumbledore (Patience)

Name a man more patient than Dumbledore, I'll wait. Better yet, he'll wait, because he's patient as hell. So patient, in fact, he waited until after Harry's supposed death to come to him as a hallucination and tell him about how he was a Horcrux.

Rathin Patil (Temperance)

Temperance is abstinence, and I wanted to explore the kind of toll having his sister so far gone into the dark would have on any man, let alone one who really cared for her and wanted to do right by her. Rathin is not a perfect man, he is still fallible, and unfortunately, he develops a dependent comfort in inebriation when Dagrim disappears with Riddle. He pulls himself back together, especially when he becomes Isaiah Moody's partner at the Ministry, and he begins to pursue Miraya.

Miraya Varma (Diligence)

Methodical and persistent, Miraya Varma earned herself a position at the Ministry immediately out of Hogwarts where she would later go on to form her own task force within the Ministry specifically designed for the interrogation and recommended sentencing of dark wizards and witches. She has been known to put her duty first, up until the birth of her son, Divyansh Patil, father to Padma and Parvati.

Isaiah Moody (Humility)

For a very long time, people seldom knew the Moody name, and that was the way Isaiah liked it. He believed that his line of work would endanger his loved ones (in spite of his wife being in the same profession) and so he never took credit for the numerous arrests he made. It was Isaiah who suspected something was strange about Morfin Gaunt's arrest while investigating the Riddle Massacre, and consulted Dumbledore about it. Once his identity was discovered and he was viewed as a threat by Riddle, an attack was made on his heavily pregnant wife, jeopardizing her and his unborn boy's (Alastor) life.

Minerva McGonagall (Chastity)

Mini Minnie is seventeen, my dudes. But not only that, Minerva grew up with a religious father (he was canonically a reverend), who probably taught her his values. Also given the fact that Minerva was the first of the younger generation to participate and involve herself in the war (she sought out Dumbledore and enlisted herself into his Resistance, fearing her family would be made into another statistic if she didn't at least do something to intervene), she really didn't have much time to think about something as arbitrary as the concept of virginity. Also, it's the 1950s.

Corinne Scamander (Kindness)

Corrine is honestly the greatest. She has all of the tenacity of Tina, and the best qualities of Newt. It was Dumbledore's previous bond with Newt that encouraged him to recruit her, and she willingly accepted, because of course she would. She'd always been the soft spoken girl with a tender touch and a love for life, and she was often the advocate for hope in the resistance. She was adept in a few healing charms she'd learned from her father, and was something of a specialist in magical beings, proving herself to be highly valuable while Riddle was expanding his ranks with all manner of dark creatures.

Declan Diggory (Charity)

Sacrifice is in the Diggory blood, and Cedric's grandfather, Declan, was not the first to prove it. He also, unfortunately, wasn't the last, but he sure was one of the best. Selfless to a fault, Declan would willingly get hypothermia if it meant someone else would have warmth. Diggory's contributions to the war effort consisted of offering sanctuary and shelter to muggleborns who received death threats, and orchestrating the evacuations of targeted muggle residences. He was the leader of a small faction of the resistance, including, but not limited to: Fleamont Potter, Enoch Longbottom, Wilhelm Shacklebolt, and Ramona McKinnon.

DYNAMICS (just the contenders for now because this is hella long)

Albus Dumbledore vs. Tom Riddle

Adversaries, a fair deal of mistrust and guilt from Dumbledore's side (upon reflection, he'd been the one to introduce Tom to the wizarding world; even though he knows that if Riddle had been left unchecked, the risk of him becoming an Obscurus would've resulted in catastrophe all the same). Riddle sees Dumbledore as nothing more than a foolish old man, a pest, and an obstacle to overcome at first, but learns to begrudgingly respect Dumbledore's strength and mastery of magic (after all, Riddle only knew him as the Transfiguration teacher before, and thought the accounts of Dumbledore's victory over Grindelwald had been exaggerated to great effect). Riddle's hubris was believing he could defeat Dumbledore on his own, thinking himself already stronger than Grindelwald ever hoped to be.

Rathin Patil vs. Dagrim Patil

Rathin had always been very protective of Dagrim, and loved her dearly, although his acts of affection were often misinterpreted as pity and condescension. This only served to push them further apart. When Dagrim turned to the Dark Arts and found solace in Riddle, it revolted Rathin, as he was hugely against the corruption the Dark Arts has on the performing witch or wizard, and wouldn't wish it on his worst enemy. He still very much loves her, and it hurts him to fight her. Dagrim, on the other hand, finds catharsis in duelling her brother, believing it to be justice for the way her parents treated her and the little he did to dissuade them.

Miraya Varma vs. Cantankerous Nott

A mutual respect and an academic rivalry, Cantankerous and Miraya were not friends by any means, but not enemies, either. Cantankerous even went as far as to warn Miraya of an impending attack, allowing her to evacuate the building. But although he knows she's clever, he also knows that she's incredibly stubborn, and displayed little surprise to find her awaiting him in the now vacant building. They are equally matched, and their unique relationship spans several decades, even into Cantankerous' failed run at Minister for Magic, and Theodore and the Patil twins' time at Hogwarts. She was present at his trial following the Battle of the Department of Mysteries, and watched as he was sentenced to life in Azkaban for his crimes as a Death Eater.

Isaiah Moody vs. Abraxas Malfoy

Given his profession, Isaiah has a lot of enemies on the Sacred Twenty-Eight who are loyal to the Dark Lord. One such enemy is Abraxas Malfoy. When Tom gets word of Moody's involvement in solving the Riddle Massacre, he sends Malfoy and a newer Death Eater, Evangeline Rosier, to hinder the investigation. Abraxas and Evangeline were responsible for the attack on Isaiah's heavily pregnant wife, who, if she hadn't been an Auror herself, would've never survived. Alastor Moody was prematurely born at St. Mungo's following the attack, and all of Isaiah's efforts were turned on exacting vengeance on those responsible. Malfoy went into hiding, but Isaiah, ruthless, managed to hunt down Rosier. She died under questioning, setting in motion a vicious cycle of vengeance between the Moodys and Rosiers. Once Isaiah had been killed by Evangeline's brother (Evan [who was named after her] Rosier's father), Abraxas deemed it safe to rejoin society.

Minerva McGonagall vs. Ulysses Mulciber

On the list of things Ulysses loathes, he would put half-bloods above muggleborns (although he turns a blind eye to his Dark Lord's blood status when it conveniences him). Half-bloods only serve as a reminder of the lowest and weakest of his kind; the unworthy muggleborns, the lecherous blood traitors, the vermin muggles. Mulciber prides himself as something of a "purifier," and finds great enjoyment in pruning family trees that have been poisoned by muggle blood into purity once more. He takes a great interest in Minerva McGonagall, given that she is an incredibly powerful witch at such a young age, and he wonders how glorious she would've been had she been a pureblood (a twisted and untrue belief among the Sacred Twenty-Eight during that time). Minerva, the threat of Mulciber weighing heavily on her, places her family under Dumbledore's protection. She vows to stop Mulciber and his perverse idea of justice.

Corinne Scamander vs. Carmilla Avery

It didn't take much to enrage Carmilla Avery, and Corinne had been caught in the tempest Carmilla's fury since the day they'd met. Carmilla, who took great pleasure in picking on people she deemed lesser, made a target out of Corinne, perceiving her kindness for weakness. During their time at Hogwarts, Corinne had gained the attention of Avery for being a blood traitor and a muggle sympathizer, which only strengthened Carmilla's vindication. Corinne, who had been friends with Rubeus Hagrid prior to his expulsion, and who had almost fallen prey to the basilisk when she had heard Myrtle Warren's cries from the bathroom, never lowered herself to Carmilla's level nor did she rise to any of the challenges. This hurt Avery's ego, as she thought this was Corinne's way of claiming herself better than her. It wasn't until after Hogwarts that Carmilla's growing resentment came to a head, and, without the protection the school offered Corinne, Carmilla was looking to finally put an end to the blood traitor line of Scamander.

Declan Diggory vs. Serafine Lestrange

Declan and Serafine were childhood friends who drifted apart during their time at Hogwarts, particularly when she fell in with Riddle's crowd. She is viewed by Dumbledore as having the power to sway the entire outcome of the war, for if Serafine could be persuaded into leaving Riddle, her cousins (one of whom is the father of Rodolphus and Rabastan Lestrange) would surely comply, and the families who held the Lestranges in high regard would be inclined to follow. This makes Declan and Serafine key pieces in Dumbledore's game of strategy. However, Serafine was disowned long before she defected from the Death Eaters, leaving the Lestranges firmly in Riddle's grasp. Although Serafine claimed to feel nothing for Diggory, she still refused to deal any real harm to him when they duel, in spite of having ample opportunity to do so; something which Riddle picked up on. She was later forced to torture Declan in front of him to prove her loyalty to the Dark Lord, something which Declan permitted her to do, knowing she had very little choice in the matter. He was left for dead, but Serafine would later secretly return with Corinne to get him medical attention. She gives her son, Francis, "Declan" as a middle name.

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an-anaemic-pen · 5 years

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Project Phoenix Chapter 7

The House

The Manifestation || The Power Play || The Green-Eyed Fly || The Middle of The Night || The Alternative || The Attic

Summary: Kate’s a normal teenage Midgardian girl; except there’s a Loki in her attic, and now S.H.I.E.L.D.’s after her, and also, she has powers. Apparently, she’s meant to save the world.

She just wanted to finish school and maybe fall in love—at least she’s accomplishing one of those.

Relationships: Gen, F/M (Loki/Original Female Character)

Rating: M (Graphic Depictions of Violence, Underage if you squint bit—nothing occurs while characters are underage, Sexual Content)

Mood: Run Free, Unleashed

A string of profanity Kate wouldn’t dare allow her lips of form ran through her head. Sure, she didn’t have very much of social media and what she had was public so she didn’t care if Loki saw it, but she could only begin to imagine what the trickster god could post. Her youth group friends followed her!

Within her phone, there were art pieces and school assignments and other work she didn’t feel comfortable with him seeing. He could easily get through her passcode. He was the God of Mischief, after all.

Mars rubbed against her leg affectionately and Kate looked down. The cat’s eyes were curious orbs. Kate blinked and pulled away from her father’s hug. She picked up Mars, allowing the fluffy being to settle in her arms. Kate stuffed her face in the cat’s fur, breathing in the scent of the pine needles and fresh outside clinging to her pelt.

“You’re a weird child.”

Kate smiled. “I know.” She walked away from her father, carrying Mars as she went, and settled down on the couch. Kate looked down at Mars and stroked her. “I don’t need my phone. Who cares what he sees?” she muttered.

For a moment, she considered how insane she sounded—how insane she felt. Her heart was still pounding from the incident.

“I don’t need my phone. I’ll just hang out with you today.”

Kate rested Mars in her lap and the tortoiseshell curled up. Kate gently stroked her and stared at a wall. She had just recently downloaded a book on her phone and it was the only way she could read it. Of course, the most recent chapter she had read ended on a cliffhanger. She would have continued reading, had it not already been midnight and a school night. Kate nibbled on her lip. “Dangit, Loki,” she muttered.

She stroked her cat again. “I don’t need to read the book. I can do it later. It will always be waiting for me, but quality time with you will not always be available, right, Mars?”

Mars looked up at her and let out a little chirp, jumping off of Kate's lap when she heard someone placing food in her bowl.

“Gee, thanks.” She sneered at Mars as the cat scampered away.

Kate then put on a higher-pitched tone, cocking her head the slightest bit. “Of course, human! Food is above social interaction.”

She blinked. “I really need some friends.”

She stood and grabbed Jake’s leash. It was still particularly early, but it was late enough that people were outside now. She called Jake over and attached his leash to his collar, then called out, “I’m going for a walk!”

Jake was ecstatic, jumping around wildly and scampering beside Kate despite the fact she was walking at a normal pace. He ran until his leash grew taught, stopped and waited for Kate to catch up, then restarted the process until he settled down enough to trot beside her with his tail wagging.

The neighborhood was easily a mile around and Kate rarely left the house. Especially since moving, she hadn’t spoken to people outside of her family; and although she loathed small talk, she had to admit, she was beginning to crave social interaction outside of those directly related to her.

Kate picked up a jog, going up the slight incline of the street until she reached an intersection. The main road branched off three separate times around the whole neighborhood, each road going about a quarter of a mile itself before ending in a cul-de-sac. Kate knew she would regret walking so much all at once later, but for now, she wanted to waste as much time as possible.

So, she turned onto the first cul-de-sac, and made her way down as she normally would when she went walking. There was a mother with her kids, walking with them while they rode on large plastic bikes with a large front wheel and two tiny back wheels.

Kate simply smiled and waved as she passed. When she did talk to adults, she didn’t really have many topics in common. Adults talked about parenthood, work, or events they had recently gone to. The most similar thing Kate had to any of those topics was school. She didn’t like going to school, so she refrained from ranting about it as much as possible.

By the time the two had walked around the entire cul-de-sac and were back on the main road, Kate had begun to wonder why Loki wasn’t annoying her. In the few hours she had known him, he at least did something to annoy her. “It’s so peaceful in spring, idn’it, buddy?” Kate asked and pet Jake's head. The little dog started panting in the heat of the late-spring sun.

Kate smiled and looked ahead. Someone had put up a sprinkler in their yard to try to get grass seed to grow and the sprinkler sprayed a little bit of water onto the street. “You want some water, buddy?” she asked.

Jake perked his ears and picked his pace up to a trot, heading towards the cooling water. Kate laughed as she scampered under the stream of water, raining water over his white and tan fur and even spraying Kate a bit. She laughed as Jake shook off, his back legs losing their footing for a few moments and flying through the air.

“I love you, baby boy,” Kate cooed and pet him on the head again. When she looked up, she saw a couple of boys, maybe 8th or 9th grade, biking by. She smiled and waved as they nodded to her. One wore sunglasses, and the other didn’t have shoes on, but they both wore the same general outfit: basketball shorts and a graphic t-shirt. The boy with sunglasses didn't even look like he was attempting to match his clothing.

Kate heard the boys both laugh as she called behind her shoulder, “Two bros, chillin’ in a neighborhood, five feet apart, ‘cause they're not gay.”

She was glad they understood the reference, but also glad they didn’t circle around and start up a conversation. It was too early in the day to be worrying about that kind of thing.

Kate took a deep breath and sighed. A gentle breeze blew by and the late-blooming cherry blossoms swirled in the wind. It reminded her of a day in her childhood. Her aunt, a professional photographer, had come over to take pictures of Kate and her then-only-sibling so people could see pictures of them. Mom had dressed them up in cute spring outfits and fixed their hair and sent them outside. They were playing together when Aunt Mary arrived, bringing a giant basket taller than 4-year-old Kate for them to sit in and pose with.

Her gaze shifted, and Kate found herself back in the backyard of her childhood home. The maple tree was already green again and its branches created a perfect orb of greenery. The metal supports of the trampoline shone in the sun and lazy clouds drifted through the sky.

Aunt Mary arrived and came into the backyard. “Hey, guys!” she called and the two already-born kids ran to embrace her. Mom was sitting on the deck watching and smiled and waved, visibly tired as always. After a few more greetings, the photo shoot began. She sat in the basket at one point, smiling like a little kid until her turn was done, then swinging on the swing set until she was called back.

Kate felt woozy and stopped to regain herself. She looked around. She wasn't in the location she had started in. She had almost walked right into someone’s garden. She shook her head and continued forward, following the side of the road and going around another cul-de-sac.

For the rest of their walk, Kate made sure to stay completely and utterly aware. That had happened before, but never for such a distance. She had traversed at least 50 yards before realizing what had happened. Normally, it was just a few feet. Then again, normally that would only happen with recent memories. It had never happened in a completely new location with a memory she hadn't thought of in years.

Kate blinked as she reached the final stretch of the walk. There was one more cul-de-sac, then maybe 1/8th of a mile until home. Jake was panting with drool dripping off the tip of his tongue and leaving a little trail behind him. “Why don't we skip out on the last cul-de-sac, bud?”

Jake merely shook his head a bit in order to swat away a bug. Kate swatted the fly away, making sure it was a normal fly and not Loki in disguise.

Thankfully, It was a normal fly. Kate hummed to herself as she jogged across the intersection with Jake scampering beside her. He was panting quite a bit, and Kate noticed the slightest bit of a limp.

“You okay, buddy?” Kate slowed her pace and picked Jake up, beginning to carry him. He was surprisingly heavy for such a small dog, but she could handle it until their driveway, which had an incline.

Kate unhooked Jake's leash and let him walk the rest of the way up to the house. She opened the door for him and allowed him inside. He promptly drank from the water bowl. Had they not just come back from a long walk in the sun, Kate would have been worried about the amount he consumed.

She was about to grab her phone to absent-mindedly scroll through some sort of social media, but then she remembered. She looked at the clock, which read a short twenty-three minutes later than when she had left for her walk. She groaned.

“What's your problem?” Max commented as he climbed onto the counter to get a cereal bowl.

Kate walked over and pulled her 8-year-old brother from off of the counter and grabbed a bowl for him. “Boredom—you wouldn't understand.”

“I bet I would.” He took the bowl from Kate's hand, poured a bowl of cereal for himself, and sat down at the kitchen table.

Kate's eyebrow quirked. “Very well, entertain me.”

Max looked at her. “That's not my job! Go read a book or play outside with your friends—never mind, you don’t have any.”

Kate stuck her tongue out and sneered. Max did the same right back at her.

“You're the one who said you would understand.”

“Doesn't mean it's my job to entertain you.”

"Oh," Kate realized, “when I said ‘entertain me’ I meant it as in spend time with me, not actually try to entertain me.”

“Then why didn't you just say that?” Max slurped at the straw pre-attached to his plastic bowl.

“Cause it sounds better.”

“No, it doesn't.”

“Yes, it does.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Yeah-huh.”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Yeah-huh.”

“Don't you dare start that!” Mom called from the family room.

Kate and Max shared a look.

“Wanna play LEGO Star Wars with me?”

Kate blinked a couple of times. “Why not?” She shrugged, got up, and set up the game while Max finished his cereal.

Kate got lost in the hours staring at the TV screen. She had forgotten what it was like to just not care and play with her little brother for a while and it felt good to relax. She almost completely forgot about Loki.

Almost.

It was 1 o'clock when they took a break to eat. Kate made grilled cheese for the two of them and once finished, they completed the level. Kate's eye hurt from staring at the bright screen, so she opted out of playing anymore. “I'll just read for a little while.”

She went into the living room and browsed the bookcase, arriving on a book her mother had read to her when she was little. She had no intention of reading it for very long, but she ended up getting sucked into the French fairy tales. The book was from her great-great-grandmother, passed down from mother to daughter with the spine slowly becoming more and more beaten up.

The book had been opened and the spine cracked so many times it was practically falling off. It certainly didn't help that Jake had chewed on the corner as a puppy. After a cup of tea was brewed, Kate ended up curling up on the couch with Jake and reading the fairy tales. They were silly, unrealistic, and relied too much on chance and luck, but it was something to do.

Still, she was getting bored re-reading the stories. She's already read them three times and had zero interest in any of the other books—they were mainly her dad's Stephen King novels or her mom's dramatic romance tales.

Kate looked at Jake and put the book down. “What do you think, buddy? Wanna go on another walk?”

Jake looked up at her, blinked, then laid his head back down on her lap in a definite ‘no.’ Kate giggled and pet his head. “Fine, I'll settle for just cuddling.”

She repositioned herself to be curled up around Jake and closed her eyes. It didn't seem like very long before she fell asleep with Jake snoring lightly beside her.

Loki paced in the attic. He was angry. He was very angry. The girl knew just how to push his buttons and rile him up whether she intended to or not.

No, she had certainly intended to. Loki couldn't figure out why she’d spoken of the ghost, or why she had run away. It didn't make any sense—not that her mind did make any sort of sense in the first place. It was a maze of fandoms and lyrics and childhood productions fit into a small box. Amongst all of it, he could find secrets she would take to her grave. If he could navigate her maze-like mind, then he could get leverage over her and make her obey him, just as it had always meant to be.

She would bow to him, ultimately. Norns, the fact that she hadn't yet left Loki feeling a mixture between astonished and impressed. The only people who hadn't bowed to him were Mother, Thor, and Father, but they were family and also royalty. Anyone else who didn't bow was dead.

Loki would have followed her downstairs in a normal situation. He could easily use a bit of seiðr to mask himself and pursued her. Alas, he knew her well enough to know that wouldn't work. Through each and every timeline, force only made her metaphorically throw her head and bare her teeth like some sort of animal.

Damn her. Damn her to Hel for being so… stubborn. It was not his favorite trait. Partially because it was a trait within himself, but also because stubbornness didn't get him what he wanted. And he always got what he wanted. Even as a child, Mother had given him anything he wished. He would have to use his manners or have to complete a servant's task in order to get it, but he always got it.

Poor Frigga. He had been cruel to her.

Not in this timeline, not too much, at least. The worst of his behavior had stayed within the first few. Here, he worked out what Kate called “issues” and then went on with his life. To keep her alive, he couldn't be dealing with becoming the single most powerful being within all of the known—and unknown—universe. He had to stay focused and keep her in his view.

So far, so good, as she would say.

He just had to keep her temper in check and her abilities away from cameras. As long as he did that, he would be fine.

Everything would be just fine.

Loki shook his head and glanced down at the plywood floor. Where she had originally been sitting lay her phone. The nasty tiny box of magic and distractions that Kate clung to. Unlike some of the other humans he had met across the timelines, she wasn't attached to it and always on social media. she was usually just playing a game or keeping from socially interacting with strangers. That was something Loki actually understood.

He expanded his mental range and sensed for any beings nearby. The worst was the cat, who was curled up on the bed in Kate's little brother's room. Loki walked over and picked up the small box.

Kate had never taught him how to use it. He had never found interest, and she had never asked. He blinked and swallowed, staring at the strange thing. It was best he not break it, in fear that she actually attempt to murder him (not that he couldn't simply fix it with a bit of magic), so he handled it with the same care she would a newborn bunny.

Loki pressed the button in the bottom center and the screen glowed to life.

A thud sounded from above Kate's head. She had been barely falling asleep, and the loud sound easily woke her up. Oh no, Kate thought, no, no, no, no, no, no!

She sprang up, apologizing to Jake when he fell over due to his backrest suddenly disappearing.

Kate did her best to quietly scramble up the stairs, practically sprinting down the hallways and into the spare bedroom. She passed the neatly-made bed and a startled Mars.

Kate stopped at the door, swallowing. She had been relatively quiet, thankfully, and if she was lucky, Loki wouldn't even know she was there and waiting to pounce.

She closed her eyes, hopeful that she could see through walls, and expanded her consciousness. It hurt quite a bit and the headache panged at the front of her skull, but all she could feel was Mars. Mars and Max, who was playing with Legos in his room directly across the hall. Kate gritted her teeth. Great, now my head hurts and I still don't know what he's doing.

To say Kate was pissed was an under-exaggeration.

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risingphoenixrp · 4 years

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Date of birth: 1958., England

Occupation: Auror

Ship: Frank Longbottom

Biography:

CHILDHOOD

Growing up in an ice cream shop was a dream for Alice Prewett-Fortescue, but not in the way one might expect. While she did enjoy the sweet treats, the ice cream shop belonging to her fathers, Claude and Florian, provided something far sweeter; people to talk to. Alice loved to talk. A habit she still hasn’t grown out of. She’d badger customers with questions far too personal for casual ice cream conversation, and while it was cute when she was a toddler, it grew to be quite the nuisance when she was older. Eventually restricted to behind the counter, Alice would start to make up stories about the customers. She began writing them down around the age of nine and her fathers still have the notebook with the extension charm on it-page after page scribbled with imaginative backstories for their relatively boring neighbors and customers. Boring, at least, compared to what Alice imagined. Dragon tamers, evil beast hunters, and wizard vigilantes all graced the ice cream parlor on the regular, according to Alice. Exciting clientele aside, the Prewett-Foretescues lived a pretty quiet life in the apartment above their shop. Alice spent many nights dancing with her dads to the radio in their living room, that is when she wasn’t forcing them to watch her act out one of her own stories. When her favorite cousin Molly married Arthur Weasley, Alice was delighted to be their flowergirl, and whenever Florian and Claude needed a break, Alice could be found at the Burrow, chasing the chickens and playing with her baby cousins. As happy as her childhood was, even at eleven, Alice was restless for something a bit grander- Hogwarts simply couldn’t come soon enough.

HOGWARTS

Despite her creative inclinations, Alice was sorted into Gryffindor. At first, she was a bit surprised, that is, until she went to a study session with a few Ravenclaw classmates. They just sat still-in silence no less. It was simply unbearable. While she didn’t cut ties with her new friends, Alice quickly fell into the crowd in her own house-and it proved to be a much better fit. Despite one close call with expulsion involving deeply offensive language and a flock of rogue parakeets, Alice managed to stay out of trouble enough to earn impressive marks. While her classmates struggled to find out what they wanted to do with the rest of their lives, the answer, to Alice, had always been an easy. She was going to write for the Daily Prophet until one of her stories got published into a real book, and she was perfectly content with this plan-until two members of the Aurory visited her Advanced Defense Against The Dark Arts Class. Aurors Shacklebolt and Fenwick had the charm and the sparkle Alice had only read about in books-and she was hooked. For the first time in her life, being nosy and asking too many questions might be a good thing. Alice could feel herself having an interest in something beyond her own curiosity-she could help people, get to know them, and she’d have the thrill of the chase-what more could she ask for? Alice spent her last few years in Hogwarts completely engrossed in her studies-she didn’t really have time for boys. While her friends snogged each other and figured out the best places to hide dungbombs during 7th year, Alice studied-and she finally understood her Ravenclaw friends all the way back in Year One. That being said, it’s not like Alice didn’t fully enjoy her last year of school-she sacrificed sleep in order to keep up with her studies and the hellions she calls her friends, resulting in some pretty permanent insomnia problems and the ability to fall asleep at a moment’s notice when given the opportunity, useful skill given her desired intense career path. Alice had never been as nervous for anything as she had been for her N.E.W.T.S.-that is until she took her Auror trainee entrance exam. She found out she passed two days before graduation-the first in almost two centuries to be admitted before even leaving Hogwarts. Exceptionally smart, and exceptionally fun, Alice kept waiting for the familiar ache for grander things-but leaving Hogwarts felt more like leaving home than moving out of her fathers’ flat had.

EARLY ADULTHOOD

Alice moved into a tiny flat on the outskirts of Muggle London right after graduation. She’d saved enough during her summers working at Florian’s to supplement her measly trainee salary, paying for rent and many nights out on the town. A few years into the program, Alice finally feels like she’s getting her footing. It hasn’t been easy, as young as she is-many of her peers are just now getting accepted into training as Alice is moving on to official ‘rookie auror’ status. Moving officially onto the force means getting a partner, and while the prospect had initially made Alice-and her ego- a bit wary, Frank Longbottom has proven to be perfect in every aspect of the word. Experienced, kind, quick and whip smart, Frank showed Alice the ropes-including a few she didn’t even know existed, like how to trick Fenwick into doing her paperwork and when Tonks was pissed that a few squares of chocolate on her desk could turn her whole week around. Alice couldn’t shake the fact that Frank looked familiar, but played it off as having seen him around the ministry until she popped by the Burrow and ran, quite literally, into Frank as she was playing with the Weasley boys. He’d been Arthur’s best man at their wedding, and had been around a few times when Alice had visited the Burrow as a child. It was hard to tell who was more embarrassed by this realization on the surface, though Alice knew her embarrassment ran far deeper. It was bad enough that she could feel herself starting to ache for her work partner, in the way she used to ache for grand things, but to ache for the man that used to have a crush on her cousin? Pathetic. Alice soothes herself by remembering that Frank probably sees her as nothing more than a silly kid-that he probably has loads and loads of girlfriends. Somehow, this doesn’t make her feel better.

Still, she’s got bigger things to worry about than stupid school girl crushes that she won’t let go anywhere-there’s something bigger than all of them brewing just below the surface. When other members of the Auror squad started speaking in low voices about something, Alice used her standard inquisitor skills-and a dash of eavesdropping-to find out about The Order of The Phoenix. Joining made more sense to Alice than anything else she’d done-even joining the force. Alice Prewett-Fortescue is finally becoming someone worthy of one of her own stories-but a small nagging part of her hopes she’ll be around long enough to see how it ends.

Connections:

Frank Longbottom

Benjy Fenwick

Kingsley Shacklebolt

Lily Evans

James Potter

Remus Lupin

Marlene McKinnon

Hestia Jones

Peter Pettigrew

Sirius Black

Dorcas Meadowes

Amelia Bones

Andromeda Tonks

Alastor Moody

Arthur Weasley

Molly Weasley

Gideon Prewett

Fabian Prewett

Current status: Open

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