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oceaneyesrosier:

The loss of Amycus had been unexpected. Evan could not say that he was not surprised, nor unhappy, to see Druella dead on the ground. Then again, he had no feelings aside from disdain for the woman. She’d done a horrible job of protecting Bellatrix and that was a crime that he wished he could have avenged himself. Amycus, was innocent, everyone close enough to him knew that. He’d been far too busy worrying about Rita in her skimpy dress. However, upon his arrest, Evan had been blessed with a mild distraction in the form of training. 

After being presented with an envelope, and some deep consideration, he decided to take up the offer. Training was training, no matter the level of his betrayal to the Lord that Dolohov so dearly admired, Evan still wanted to hone his skills and become the best. That meant learning from the best. Even if he had to put on a mask and sing in his head about murder the entire time. He imagined, as he landed on the top step of Antonin’s not-so-humble abode, if the man decided to invade his mind, he might not appreciate images of kittens. Also, that would be pretty damn suspicious. 

He straightened his suit jacket, squared his shoulders and lifted his hand to knock. The time he’d been given was a crock, three-pm? He assumed it better to show up at two. His hands delved into his pockets while he waited, eyeing the wooden door and taking in the view of the grain. This was going to be bloody interesting.

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There were things about Druella Black’s death that did not seem to coincide with what he knew about Amycus’s way of doing things. Never the less, the man was locked away for the time being and Antonin wasn’t about to let that affect their cause. Besides that, it gave him a good opportunity to observe another trainee. He sent his letter of offering.

The knock on his door came precisely at three o’clock. With a wave of his wand, the door lock clicked and the wooden slab swung inward, opening for Evan. Dolohov rose to his feet and stepped out of the room, situated to the left of the entryway. Already, the man was better than Amycus in that he was on time. 

“Evan Rosier, I am pleased to welcome you into my home.” Moving across the tiled foyer, he stopped at the bottom of the stairs. Up those stairs and a few doors down the hallway on the left was a room, enchanted to withstand the spell casting and training that took place inside. It was extra secure, considering Amycus’s affinity to fire. “Come, we will get started right away.” There was much to be done, and many possible places to start. 

The Beginning || Antonin & Evan || 21.09.1978

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littlemissmckinnon:

The house was large and she had expected nothing less from someone in the social standing of Dolohov. Aside from that these manors had been in the pureblood families for years and it seemed the manors, much like most of the families, only seemed to grow with each passing generation. She listened as Lily explained where she believed the items were with a nod of her head before she moved so that she was making her way up the stairs. She half expected something to jump out at her, holding her breath as she made it to the top only stopping to make sure that the red head was still beside her.

Her mind was reeling on what they were thinking but she knew that it was too late to turn around. “The hell can one bloke do with all this space.” She murmured to Lily with a roll of her eyes. “Maybe we should figure where he sleeps first?” She questioned before moving to push doors open gently, praying that Dolohov didn’t have house elves running around. Marlene steps were light but she didn’t make very many movements without constantly looking over at Lily, as though seeking approval before she acted.

“I think this is it.” Her head nodded to the second bedroom that she opened, it seemed to be the largest in the home and the amount of clothing in the closet space made her hopeful that they were in the right place. Allowing Lily to enter first she made her way to the bedside tables, opening them, and glancing in. She did her best to touch things as less as possible, not wanting to move things too far around to risk not knowing how to put them back.

Growing up, Lily had never really seen houses like this. Her family wasn’t exactly poor, but they didn’t have this kind of money. Her mother was frugal on principle, so manors weren’t something she was accustom to seeing. The red head wondered if he ever got lonely in such a large place. She was certain that she would. Being here without a person would be deafening. Lily stayed next to Marlene as they made it up the stairs. She didn’t intend on letting the other girl out of her sight. 

“Bloody, hell. I don’t think I have enough things to even fill up a place this big. It’s like a fuckin’ hotel” she reeled, rolling her eyes almost in unison as the other girl. “Honestly, that’d probably be best. Maybe we’ll find a torture chamber on the way there” she joked, though she wondered if he really did have one. Truthfully, the red head didn’t want to find out. Lily lead them a little further down the hallway, ruling out a few of doors as they went. She peaked inside the one Marlene was pointing towards. 

“You’re probably right” she agreed, heading towards that direction. Lily pushed open the door and moved swiftly inside, her wand at the ready. If Lily had a connection to the objects, she might be able to do a tracking spell, but that wasn’t within her current abilities. She rifled through the objects as carefully as possible. “When you’re done, but careful to cast a print erasing spell” she reminded. The last thing they needed was to get caught. 

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The quiet echo through the halls and rooms was what gave him comfort in his home. It had once helped his family, siblings and their voices ringing through the air and the smell of food wafting up the stairs. Now, it was quiet and empty, years passing and taking away the color and the light. Now, dim lights cast shadows along the walls and floorboards, making it almost appear as if he wasn’t alone. He preferred it that way.  

Moving through the halls, something felt amiss. Antonin was always alert, always skeptical, making him on his guard as he continued to move almost silently down the empty hallway. Soft sounds came from a room a few doors down, voices he didn’t recognize. Pulling his wand from his pocket, he cast a anti-disapparation jinx on the room, turning the room into a trap with only one exit, the one he now blocked.

Stepping in, he let the wooden door swing closed behind him, clicking rather loudly in contrast to the minimal noise he was making. Silently, he casted the Imperturbable charm on the door, turning the room into a doorless square. “You have no business digging through things that aren’t yours in a home you are not invited into.” He held his wand at the ready, out in front of him. “Drop your wands.”

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breaking & entering | marlily ft. antonin

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littlemissmckinnon

Marlene had an issue with people who believed themselves to be better and the way he carried himself had that written all over him. But equally she too had an issue, thinking that she was bigger than what she actually was. Her lips were pressed tight as he spoke, almost wondering why she had walked over here herself before she realized that she hadn’t thought before she acted. And that was another problem she had all on it’s own.

Her eyes had never unnarrowed as she stood feet planted, head high and back straight, her hand were no longer crossed along her chest but to her sides, her hand balled into fists. “I was seeing if you’d found anyone else to bully lately.” Her eyes swept side to side “I can see that you evidently came alone, not surprising. It’s hard to find a date when you’re an arse.”

She hadn’t planned on saying anything and certain hadn’t planned what came next as the fist that was to her side balled tighter and came forward, connecting with right side of his face. She half expected him to hit the floor like she had seen in movies and read in the books but that was more so the fact that she thought she was much bigger than him. And in all actuality, she certainly wasn’t. What she hadn’t expected was the pain in her fist afterwards, but the adrenaline was still coursing through her veins and she never once felt herself falter.

Whether he’d come to the Gala with a date or not didn’t seem relevant to him. It wasn’t as if having a date sudden validated him in some way. Truthfully, the way she walked over to him, the way she spoke, even breaking into his house, it all told him how naive she was. Maybe, one day, he would be the one to teach her a lesson on that. 

There was a sting, an impact on his cheek, but once the initial shock was gone, Antonin was left staring down at Marlene. What an insolent person she was, going around acting as if he had been the one to slight her. There’s no way she would ever have the strength to knock him down with a single hit like that. 

“Ms McKinnon, it’s extremely unbecoming of a woman to attack a man unprovoked.” If given the chance, he would have been happy to curse her into the next century. This was neither the time nor the place for that, though. He wouldn’t be the one to start that fight here. There was an advantage to keeping things in the shadows.

kiss with a fist | marlene + antonin

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littlemissmckinnon:

Marlene hadn’t been planning on showing her face, she was sulking when Peter had shown up and bribed her with a charming smile and nicotine. She’d much rather be home in her pajamas with a tub of ice cream but she couldn’t say no to him. It wasn’t possible, there was a look in his eyes that instantly won her over. And the nicotine probably helped him a lot. She had tossed on one of the old dresses she had in her closet that reminded her of the simple times where her mother would want to show off her prized daughter and she would run off with one of the boys and hide out in the bathroom while they slipped her firewhiskey because the were of age and she wasn’t.

She hadn’t bothered to tame the ringlets of curls that fell well down her back as she turned to look and realize that she had lost Peter in the chaos of everything and suddenly felt as though the crowd around her was going to eat her whole. Marlene didn’t do these types of events well. She didn’t do being on her own well, after years of being surrounded by brothers, and then the girls. Hell, after sharing a dorm together they had gotten a flat together. But now as she stood her arms tucked around her instinctively before she began making her way to the edge where the bar was when she spotted him.

Brown orbs narrowed at him as though her look was enough to kill him. Despite knowing that she had been in the wrong, that it had been her idea that had put her and Lily in that situation she couldn’t help but want to shove the blame onto his shoulders. Her anger overpowered the other emotions she had and the fact of the matter was, Marlene was upset. Upset she had reopened that wound that she had bandaged over, upset that she had poured salt in it by thinking that he had killed her parents and more so upset that he had been able to get the upper hand over them. She hadn’t realized it but her sub-conscious had made a decision that her feet played right along with. Her eyes had never unnarrowed as she found herself toe to toe with him.

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In any large social gathering, Antonin preferred to linger along the wall and people watch, observing their actions and attitudes in the crowd. His eyes scanned the room, spotting many people he knew and associated himself with. Eventually, he laid his eyes on a familiar face, once he’d gotten used to over the last few days. He watched her intently, observing the way she carried herself.

The corner of his lips curled up the slightest bit, watching the way she glared at him. In a place like this, he wasn’t going to start anything. He’d gotten out his need to make her and her friend realize they were in the wrong. His eyes didn’t move from hers, attempting to read her eyes. 

Dolohov didn’t move, unflinching as she approached him. She seemed to have no shame, coming right up to him and getting up in his face. “Good evening, Ms. McKinnon. To what do I owe this pleasure?”

kiss with a fist | marlene + antonin

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prince-amycus:

“I came all this way just to grace you with my presence and this is the treatment I get? Honestly, at this point, I might as well just leave.” 

Antonin barely glanced in Amycus’s direction, unamused by his antics. “What is it you want?”

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narciisssablack:

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she apologized quickly. “I was just looking for Lucius Malfoy’s office,” she said. “Do you know where it is? I always get so turned around looking for it,” she admitted with a blush on her cheeks. “And i’m running rather late to meet him, and you were the first person that I saw.”

He had heard about Narcissa, always wondering how much she knew. “His office is futher down the hall. Would you like me to show you?” he offered, hoping to use the moment for small talk, a chance to learn more about her.

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❝ Why do you think I want to keep an eye on you? ❞

“So you can learn something?”

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❝ It’s okay. You go. We’ll be fine. ❞

“Not a chance. You’re coming with me.”

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❝ Why do you keep calling me princess? ❞

“Your hair tie broke. You have long flowing locks.”

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❝ Can you keep a secret? ❞

Dolohov stared at Rabastan blankly, trying to decipher if he was trying to make a joke. “What is it?”

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;; Grey’s Anatomy Starters

❝ Why do you think I want to keep an eye on you? ❞

❝ Can you keep a secret? ❞

❝ Oh, my God. I’m gonna die. ❞

❝ He has no pulse! ❞

❝ What’s the point? What’s the point of anything?

❝ You’re a complete tool sometimes. ❞

❝ I’m not an ugly duckling anymore. I’m a swan. ❞

❝ I’m glad he’s getting laid. I should be getting laid. ❞

❝ Our lives are built on our mistakes as much as our successes. ❞

❝ It seems like you came home because you thought you were in trouble. ❞

❝ I came back, but I’m not home. And I’d really like to be home. ❞

❝ It’s okay. You go. We’ll be fine. ❞

❝ You had sex. How was it? ❞

❝ When did you become such a kiss ass? ❞

❝ I still got it. My superpowers are intact. ❞

❝ We should have never gotten married in the first place. ❞

❝ Don’t be sorry, be better! ❞

❝ I’ll give you ten bucks to stab me in the face right now. ❞

❝ That poor handsome fool. ❞

❝ You will never, ever find another friend as good as me. ❞

❝ The world keeps going without you. ❞

❝ Somethings are simply out of your control. You can’t change them, you can’t bend them to your will. ❞

❝ People change, but they don’t change. ❞

❝ I lost my shoe! ❞

❝ Don’t give me some nonsense about how absence makes the heart grow fonder. ❞

❝ I don’t understand how this keeps happening! ❞

❝ You’re right, I’m fleeing. Like Bambi from a forest fire. ❞

❝ I’m sorry this happened to you and I’m sorry it made you hate me. ❞

❝ Glad you’re back. ❞

❝ Can two people really be meant to be? ❞

❝ I’m not a spoon. I’m a knife and I’m going to stab you in the eyeball. ❞

❝ Sometimes we have to get lost. To find each other. ❞

❝ Why do you keep calling me princess? ❞

❝ I am laughing, just not externally. ❞

❝ Check yourself before you wreck yourself. ❞

❝ I think I’m falling in love with […], and I’m really afraid it’s going to destroy me. ❞

❝ You need to expand your horizons. ❞

❝ When we’re done here, can you braid my hair? ❞

❝ If you ever cheat on me, I will kill you. ❞

❝ You want to be a mess, be a mess. I don’t care. I can take it. ❞

❝ She was perky, and she sounded happy and tall with a lot of great hair. ❞

❝ I just got here, I haven’t had a chance to screw anything up yet. ❞

❝ I’m going to miss you. ❞

❝ It’s the past, and you don’t have to defend it. ❞

❝ I hate both of you right now. ❞

❝ You’re making a mistake–a big one. ❞

❝ I was staring at Simba. ❞

❝ You gave me syphilis! ❞

❝ This is why I keep you around. ❞

❝ So, that’s what rock bottom looks like? ❞

❝ I’m asking for a job, not a date to the prom! ❞

❝ He’s an attractive guy. Good bone structure, hypnotizing eyes. ❞

❝ Carpe Diem. How annoying is carpe diem? ❞

❝ I think I like this rules thing. ❞

❝ You must be the woman whose been screwing my husband. ❞

❝ You’re my person. ❞

❝ I don’t want to never see you again. ❞

❝ I’m short so my punches land low. ❞

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regulcs-black:

“N–No, sir. I was just… leaving… I’m sorry.”

“If you’re going to waste your time wandering around, you might as well help me.” Before him were wands they had managed to get their hands on, he was testing to see which ones were resistant to a new wielder. Taking one, he held it up to Regulus. “Cast a spell with this.”

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puresanguis:

Information was a commodity. The world was steeped in secrets held close to the chest unless persuaded otherwise. Information like this lay below the Ministry in the Department of Mysteries. One of the perks of inhabiting the Ministry of Magic meant he didn’t look suspicious traveling the halls after most had left for the day. The Dark Lord had placed the request to him only, whispering in his ear. It was a way to prove his loyalty and prove that he had earned the spot at his right side.  

The dark mask he normally wore when on errands like this, sat under his robes, at the ready for the moment where he would need it. Missions like this always suited Lucius, he was bred for subtleties and persuasion. He slinked through the hallway, his quiet footsteps leading the way.  He fidgeted with his robes, feeling the tension rise within him. The hairs raised on the back of his neck and then he knew.  Twirling around on the spot, he saw another figure a few feet off in the darkness. 

“Come now, stop hiding in the shadows. I don’t bite,” he called.  A hand went to his wand, gripping the peacock handle tightly in his grasp. “You shouldn’t sneak up on people,” he warned. In the current climate it was likely people would attack first and ask questions later. He was inclined to do the same if they didn’t have a good reason to be following him.

Whether Dolohov had been told to or not - which he wasn’t - he felt inclined to follow Lucius. He had his suspicions about every death eater, secretly questioning their loyalty at every moment. Malfoy was not exempt from that. Despite the blond being the appointed leader of the Death Eaters, Antonin did not lower his guard with him. One sip up from him, from anyone, could be disastrous.

Perhaps his trailing skills were not as good as he had previously thought. That didn’t matter as he stepped out of the shadows, taking a fe more steps towards the man before addressing him. 

“You wouldn’t have people sneaking up on you if you were more aware of your surroundings.” Malfoy’s grip on his wand was obvious, though a point in his favor regardless. “I’m not here to intrude, only observe.”

frighten you | open | 03.08.78

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“I hope you have something remotely interesting to tell me and aren’t just being a nuisance. I happen to be busy.”

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“If you must break the law do it to seize power; in all other cases observe it.”

Antonin Dolohov

Affiliation: Death Eater

Age: Fifty

Availability: CLOSED

Faceclaim: Richard Armitage

+ Disciplined + Innovative + Organized - Antisocial - Conceited - Irascible

Anotin Dolohov was born in the sheets of his mother and father’s bed in the spring of 1928. He’d come too quickly for his mother to make it to St. Mungos, and his father had to assist. This set the tone for the rest of his life. He was always early for everything and ever-reliable constant in the people’s lives he chose to enter. Casting spells came naturally to him, so much so that by his fifth year of Hogwarts, he’d created a non-verbal spell that shot out lines of purple flames at his opponents. He never used this when in dueling competitions, which he attended regularly to keep his skill in check, for fear that he would be taken away from the school and locked away. 

He was doted on in his home life, and trained from an early age on the art of dueling. His father told him one day it may be necessary that he know how to wield his wand for more than just fancy tricks. He’d become acquainted with Tom Riddle and his small gang of Slytherins around his fifth year, and through them found a power quite unlike anything he’d ever thought capable. They often met in the room of requirements, where they would hone their skills and teach each other new tricks. It was very prominent to Dolohov that Tom, who later named himself Voldemort, would become a powerful leader. 

A year after school finished, Dolohov found himself at the epicenter of the Knights Of Walpurgis, debating with them on whether or not to continue their journey or reband at a later time. The cause was clear, and something he believed in, so he chose to stay by Voldemort’s side along with Yaxley and Cygnus Black. Voldemort left them to their devices for a time, with no explanation, but Dolohov remained loyal. Waiting for the opportunity to arise that he could put his skills to proper use. 

In the meantime, he found himself a job within the Ministry, working as an obliviator. His mother passed on his thirtieth birthday from unknown causes. He suspects his father but since he felt no real connection to her, he doesn’t speak of it. Upon Voldemort’s return in 1970, he joined the Death Eaters without question and was sat on the left hand side of their leader. Dolohov had begun using potions and spells to keep his appearance looking young and vital, for fear that some would think him weak due to age. 

There were whispers among the Death Eaters regarding their younger counterparts, suspicions of treason within their midst due to mission failings that should have went smoothly. In order to counter this, Voldemort demanded that a face be found in the Order that no one would suspect, and brought it their side. It didn’t take long for Antonin to find out who he would threaten, as he had his own network of informants in the Ministry. He targeted Gideon Prewett, threatened him with the torture and eventual death of his brother Fabian, and after some convincing, Gideon was reluctantly swayed in his favor. 

Out of the Death Eaters, Antonin knows he is the strongest, next to Voldemort. He is extremely skilled in non-verbal spellwork and wandless magic. He is often relied on to lead missions and pass down orders to other members of the fold. If he senses any unease within the ranks, he rights it before it becomes a problem. Where Voldemort dictates, he puts it into action. He is not to be trifled with, and he has no problem making sure the people around him know that.

BELLATRIX/RODOLPHUS LESTRANGE:  Acquaintances -Antonin is suspicious of the pair but he has not let that slip. He has done his best to get close to them to find out what they are up to, if anything at all.

GIDEON PREWETT: Victim- Gideon has, quite possibly, become Antonin’s most prized victim. He is quite proud of the work he’s done on him, and will frequently check to make sure their agreement is still in tact, also to remind Gideon was he’s in for in case he’s somehow forgotten.

AMYCUS CARROW: Trainee- Antonin saw potential in Amycus and has recruited him to learn a few more tricks. They meet bi-weekly. Antonin hates Amycus’ need to feel superior, seeing as he absolutely is not. He trains him none-the-less.

POSSIBLE ALTERNATE FCS: Tom Hardy, Stuart Townsend

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