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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on Mar 25, 2008 20:21:58 GMT -5
She willingly gave herself to him, and drew him in closer allowing him to slightly take the lead. He wanted more of her than he could probably have, and yet he didn’t care. At the moment, she was right where he wanted her, and he would feel no remorse or guilt about it. Why feel guilty for winning a game? Why feel remorse for having someone so…
The kiss broke and Alfonz found Raynor leaning against him and hiding herself within him. Of course, she would not see it as hiding, and Alfonz would have no time to even joke about it as such, but there she was. The young girl from long ago that Alfonz had seen from the very first time he had laid eyes on her, and he had found her. He moved her hair slightly so he could see her weary, but ultimately satisfied face. A comment about what a man was should have been said….but there wasn’t time.
Crashing from behind them, Alfonz jerked hastily looking over his shoulder and trying very hard not to instinctively throw the Head Mistress to the side. If it was any other moment, if it had been any other time where she was even the least bit sober, Alfonz probably would have. But he wasn’t about to throw a woman, his superior, acrossed the room when she couldn’t even stand for herself. He was ……really screwed….. (because the writer couldn’t use the word she was thinking of).
He knew not of whom the man was, or even what in bloody hell he was speaking of. It didn’t concern either of the two in the room and anger boiled through Alfonz’s veins as it never had before. How dare he! It wasn’t his office, and he didn’t even knock. Did he not see that Alfonz had locked the door? Obviously there was a reason! Alfonz would have said something again, but just as he was about to, a whispered name floated into his ear from the woman still resting on his chest.
Why….why did this always have to happen…..? “Who?” Alfonz viciously snarled as if he were turning into a beast only the full moon and night would see.
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Jacob Corrion
Ministry of Magic
Auror, Hogsmeade Station Chief
This is the war that never ends...it goes on and on my friends....
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Post by Jacob Corrion on Mar 27, 2008 19:01:46 GMT -5
Hm, well, this was a surprise, a rather big one actually. Normally she would have hexed him halfway through his tirade, or at the latest after his second remark but so far there had been nothing. There had been absolutely nothing, not even a real glance, well, nothing from tamis anyway. The bloke looked right angry if not pissed; and while that didn't really surprise him in the slightest, Corrion really wanted to laugh over it. He wasn't moving without being thrown out and while he wouldn't be surprised if the gentleman over there offered, it really wouldn't be adviseable for him to try.
"You know...normally I'd have been hexed by now...which means you've either forgotten what my voice sounds like, or you somehow got ahold of another old bottle," The auror offered dryly. "And since all of mine were accounted for this morning...you haven't been talking to Stevens have you?"
It was all in good fun of course, besides he loved to push buttons and watching her...companion's...facial expressions change every two seconds was just too amusing to pass up. If he was lucky he'd get a rile out of both of them, or on the opposite end of the spectrum wind up with something most unpleasant -- like boils on his face for the remainder of the week. Of course, he may get something unpleasant anyway when (if) he ever went back to the station house. Not that he didn't normally get something unpleasant every day...
It was one of the perks they forgot to mention but one that he'd also gotten used to. People wre stupid, kids would try to hold liquor they couldn't, and drunks would always pull their wand and aim at the ceiling. It was how life worked, how his job worked, and surprisingly not how this seemed to be going to end. It didn't make sense really, but then when did anything in Hogwarts ever make sense?
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Post by Tamis Raynor on Mar 27, 2008 19:29:14 GMT -5
Muscles tensed and constricted as the relaxed rhythm of the chest that was supporting her changed beats, rapidly rising and falling. From her current position, she could feel the fierce pace of his heart as the man transitioned from gentle lover to defensive (almost offensive) male. The change was startling fast, but not anything Tamis had not been confronted with before in the past. Tait had very much been the same way, particularly when he felt abruptly threatened; more so when the threat came from another male. It had been one of the reasons why Robert had not -- no, current events proved that she had been right not to heed his opinion.
Regardless, she knew the situation had just become dangerous for everyone in the room. If her thoughts had been clear, that might have worried her. Should have worried her. The fact that pair had been discovered and what that could mean should have worried her even more.
At his harsh tone, she did not physically retract from him, but emotionally she allowed some of her well-crafted barriers to slide back in place. The realization of their "discovery" settled in slowly, and with it a dim and removed panic. Her immediate "allies" -- including the new addition to the room -- believed the man before her to be stanch Deva. She did not hold such a notions, believing that there was more to the story. They wanted to condemn him. She clung to the childish fantasy of saving him. Happened upon them as Corrion had... would create multiple problems she was in no condition to contemplate -- nor could she currently find it within her to care. That was something she would surely make up for later.
"Jacob Corrion," she reiterated carefully. "A senior auror. Old comrade and mentor." Another frown pulled down on her lips as she evaluated what she heard of the auror's entrance. "Surprisingly sober..." she reflected on the pixies comment "... I think."
"You know...normally I'd have been hexed by now...which means you've either forgotten what my voice sounds like, or you somehow got a hold of another old bottle."
Normally he would have been hexed. She would have magically thrown him back out the door, locked it in the same manner, and informed him that she was not a rookie anymore, and not let him in until he attempted with better manners – or until she took pity. And if she was in a good mood, well, she might only send a minor infliction and then leave him be. Currently, it did not ever come to mind. She did however, almost wince. He was not helping any… at all.
“He left that bottle here… I didn’t have any tea.” She mumbled to Alfonz, as if Corrion was a narrative third party. Corrion purposely was egging on the Quidditch Professional; it was a sport he took much pleasure in. And if the younger man responded, it would hurt him physically as well as politically – he had already been in a scuffle with an Auror once. Twice, and those all-too-true allegations from Brady would be looked at more closely. Even herb-doped Tamis Raynor could see the seriousness there and could feel a twinge of panic that fluttered just below her consciousness. “Alfonz…” She warned in a whisper.
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on Mar 27, 2008 21:26:27 GMT -5
Amused. Taunting. Walking on thin ice from where Alfonz was concerned. Glaring daggers, his eyes glazed over black as if the storms within the Jedynak’s eyes growing stronger with hate; boiling within his veins a temper too great for words. His hand, away and on the opposite side from where the intruder stood, gently traveled down Raynor’s back and side. Its final destination would be his pocket in which a lone wand was kept…
Jacob Corrion…A senior auror. Old comrade and mentor Her soft words didn’t stop his hands from traveling still down toward his robes pocket. Surprisingly sober... she hesitated, and yet Alfonz did not. ... I think.
That’s too bad… Alfonz thought to himself. His mind was clouded over with discouragement. Curses were apart of his life or so Alfonz thought it was obvious by now of that fact. Barely could he take it anymore without fighting back…too infuriating, he barely thought about who Raynor had just said this person was.
A senior auror? And old comrade and mentor? Was it wrong for the woman he held to now disgust him so much, so quickly? Alfonz knew that she was just as much an ex-auror as Brady, and he had realized long ago how dangerous it was for him to be involved with her, and yet he still blamed her. “Warning would have been nice,” Alfonz growled softly at her, his eyes still glued on the auror.
You know...normally I'd have been hexed by now...which means you've either forgotten what my voice sounds like, or you somehow got a hold of another old bottle.
Corrion spoke and Alfonz’s hands grasped on tighter to Raynor, unintentionally. He snorted and looked away, letting his hands drop from the Head Mistress. This was over in Alfonz’s mind. The auror being there was enough to kill any mood. Tamis mumbled something and he barely even noticed, his hand slipped into his pocket, his fingers gently grasping around the wand. This would have to be it…the end. His final move against fate and all those working against him, whether it be higher powers or whatever people believed in. Alfonz wanted to be on top again….no matter what.
Alfonz…
A voice of warning only made him look back at his superior and stare directly into her eyes. He was hurting, and could actually feel pain where he had solidified so long ago. Years before he had made himself impenetrable…and then he opened himself back up again. Looking briefly at the man in the room, not realizing how close he was to losing everything he had worked so hard to protect, he knew what he had to do.
Celina was on the line….his life was on the line….his eyes went back to Tamis Raynor’s and only looked briefly before he leaned over to where his mouth was just barely grazing her ear. “You stick with your team….I’ll stick with mine.” A simple statement…probably too much information, but at the same time he couldn’t let her see through him anymore if she was willing to let others see him as well. Celina would be the one to suffer…he couldn’t allow Celina to fall because of his mistakes and infatuations.
Moving back, just slightly, Alfonz’s lips lightly pressed themselves against Tamis’ jawbone, at the base of her ear. His hand let go of the wand in his pocket and he stood back up, turning from the Head Mistress. Alfonz couldn’t let her see what he hid within his eyes.
“She’s all yours,” Alfonz growled harshly, at the auror as he started toward the door. Stone cold his face stood…but his eyes danced with more emotions than they had in years, and his heart reminded him even more vitally how much he hated having one; a heart for those who only would end up worthless to him in the end.
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Post by Tamis Raynor on Mar 29, 2008 17:50:07 GMT -5
The slow and steady beat of her breathing was a stark contrast to his; hearts thumping to different beats as if musical competition. There were very few moments when Raynor had ever actually been afraid. She counted this as one of them. His body language remained tense as a hand slid across her back and side, slowly as if to hide the action. A confused frown creased her brow, as she struggled for intent. However, the thought process was interrupted.
“Warning would have been nice.”
It hurt. She should not have allowed it to; it was anger. But it did. How was she have suppose to known Corrion would chose today as one of his unpredictable visits? Why should she have shared what she had believed to be a mediocre tidbit of her life, such as a friendship (if you could call it that) with an old comrade, when he barely revealed anything about himself? She was not sure what he expected her to do… Corrion was too sharp (even when he was drunk) to not grasp the situation immediately. He had not seen Alfonz’s face yet… had he? She did not know what to do, having never been in this situation before. Once again, it would be her fault. It was her fault because she was Tamis Raynor and was suppose to have all the answers… and did not. More expectations.
Jedynak’s grip on her tightened, almost painfully, pressing her all but possessively against his chest, the rigid tension never releasing from his posture. And then, they fell away, leaving her feeling oddly exposed and vulnerable. Had she been more alert, she might have been able to change further events, but alas, such was not the case. Not wanting to press his courtesy, Raynor pushed away from him, experimentally testing her legs to support her weight. They shook briefly, but she remained upright. In her new found position, her gaze upturned, light orbs locking on dark. Pain; those dark depths were a churning turmoil of pain and frustration that was not merciful enough to her hurt physically. It was a pain she knew intimately, and it struck her heart even now to believe that she had caused it. Had she not warned him that she would hurt him? She always did to those she cared about…
Breath escaped her lips as she tried to formulate words, but he beat her to it. His lips brushed her ear, but his words were as sharp as a cutting knife. ” You stick with your team….I’ll stick with mine.” It was slow enough for her to understand. It was practically a confession… and Tamis could not bring herself to care. She stilled, the sedatives preventing a large reaction. Was that his answer? The moment the clouds loomed, he balked and retreated. She had been insane. She had lost all her wits to have even believed in the slightest that this man cared an ounce for her beyond how much of an advantage she could give him. The knife twisted in her heart… and she had put it there. Perhaps it was in defense of his sister? She was not sure. But it broke her heart that he might chose not to live and experience the life given him, because he was so consumed with the life of another. But was she not herself? Did she not sacrifice everything for those she cared about?
And then he surprised her. His mouth left her ear and his lips brushed a tender kiss just below on her jaw line. It was the most unusual kiss she might have ever received, and it tingled after he straightened … and the mixed signals thoroughly confused her already disadvantaged mind. Bewildered with a mix of hurt, confusion, and the slightest twinge of hope, her eyes belatedly rose to connect with his once more, but he had already turned, his back to her. She did not try and stop him, she doubted she would have been able to move fast enough to even if she wanted to. Once more, unintentionally, she believed she might have just shoved another man out of her life.
Not being able to stop one man, she instead to turn to another. One that was much closer. One that was still pompously standing there, eyes dancing in amusement at his fun. She almost fell down the stairs, kept her feet on sheer will, and planted them in front of Corrion, face eerily lacking emotion. Whether that was from facial muscles giving up on deciding what emotion they should be expressing, or if it was the tea, would never be known. Quite simply, as if she had all the time in the world, she drew her hand back and slapped him. Then, as if that did not satisfy her enough, she drew back the other one and did it again. The effort for the second one brought her legs out from under her, but she did not try and get back up.
“Get. Out.” She said, pronouncing slowly and clearly, any hint at the torrent of emotions revealing themselves for the first time. The sedative brew had dimmed her ability to respond, and frustration at not being able to feel as she wanted to became unbearable, so unbearable that back near the desk, the teacup suddenly shattered. She closed her eyes briefly, not having lost magical control like that since before her days at Hogwarts.
"Get. Out." She repeated.
(( Permission granted for switching up the posting order as well as godmoding. ))
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Jacob Corrion
Ministry of Magic
Auror, Hogsmeade Station Chief
This is the war that never ends...it goes on and on my friends....
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Post by Jacob Corrion on Mar 29, 2008 20:04:47 GMT -5
Pushing buttons was fun but now that he knew what every light on the switchboard did it was becoming rather boring. Actually, it was completely boring and though he was incredibly amused by the man's glaring hostility he found that he'd honestly stopped giving a damn about which way his eyebrows arched or narrowed a long time ago. Oh yes Corrion remembered the man's face, it had been in the Prophet for weeks after all - not to mention stuck on his desk for another two afterward. Alfonz Jednyak: Pureblood, victim, plaintiff, sod, rich boy, the list really could easily fill up a parchment roll but that would be a waste of ink. The point was Corrion knew who it was, and since that list sadly didn't include 'known and/or wanted criminal' Corrion didn't really have a reason to care about him. He couldn't arrest him, and while making probable cause was becoming a personal specialty, it wasn't on his to do list for the day.
It went without saying that Corrion thought the younger man to be someone of shady interests and motivations but what he did, and what she did were both of their own resulting consequences. All he'd wanted was something remotely close to a sanitorium (without looking to Azkaban) to work in, and instead he got prsented this much too tempting target of cruel bemusement. There was nothing wrong with that...well...not for him anyway. The young man whispered something, made a handful more romantic gestures, and then made his way rather unceremoniously to the doorframe without even taking a shot. Corrion had to give him credit, the lad did have quite an ounce of self-control, not that self control was realistically invincible in any fashion. More movement, staggered movement, and since Tamis seemed to be the only one of the remotely intoxicated (was she intoxicated?) he could only assume this meant a poorly aimed hex --
"Come now Tam you can't really be trying to wa--"
SLAP!
A delay.
SLAP!
Or perhaps it meant a double dose of well deserved - unexpected but well deserved - physical pain? The auror remained motionless for a moment, trying briefly to imagine the pair of handprints that now simply had to be visible upon his face. In that same moment all those pain receptors seemed to have kicked off their delay and sent their messages to his wonderful brain where they all come back (along with his vocal cords) as "Bloody hell that hurt!" What more was there to say? She hit him, it hurt and...that was about the end of it, no?
"Get. Out."
Now where was the fun in that, besides...young gun over there would still in his way. True, he knew what wrath Tamis Raynor could reign down upon him and he also wouldn't mind going blow for blow with Jednyak, staying put seemed to be the most safe of the present options - it would also take time to regather those files together, not that she cared much about them. The air of the room was thick with hotility, and as the teacup shattered on the woman's desk and he recalled that hostility carried no gravitational pressure with it did he realize just how pissed he'd made them...he also remembered why he'd never bothered to tie down knots with a lass too.
"Get. Out."
There she went with that sound advice again, but now he was torn. Make a smartarse comment, flee, or stay...damn they really were all such prosprous options. They weren't exactly safe but since when did he care about safety of all things, he went to the Hogshead voluntarily for Merlin's sake! "Tam...settle down now, this isn't the Deparmtent cubicles anymore..." He paused...
"S'bout as spacious as one though...."
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