#c: thorfinn rowle

[alectocarrowx]

where: Rosetta's Restaurant who: @emmasvanity, @thorfinnrowlex, @ggathena, @sethosflint

It amazed Alecto how easily it was to influence those to do her bidding. She acquired a table for five, tucked off into the corner whilst another for two would be in eyes and ears of the larger one. One might have suggested she handled the matter in a different manner, but all she knew was chaos, and this was the most fitting way to achieve it.

Wine was re-poured into the five chalices, a few drops of something special in four prior to her guests arriving. This evening was about confessing the truth and perhaps these mortals may come to their senses before decisions were made damn the consequences.

Alecto rises from her chair, spotting the first two to arrive, Athena and Sethos, the utter shock on his face amused her.

"Athena, darling, so happy you made it." The brunette hugs the other, placing a kiss on both cheeks, her attention turning to Valeria's brother, who was too tall for his own good. "Sethos, pleasure. Why don't you both have a seat."

[lumosfm]

𝘼𝙋𝙋𝙇𝙄𝘾𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 𝘼𝘾𝘾𝙀𝙋𝙏𝙀𝘿

Below the cut is a list of characters we are delighted to say have been accepted here at lumosfm! Please take a look at our acceptance checklist for instructions on what to next. Congrats and we cannot wait to see you on the dash!

C! you've been accepted as LUCIUS MALFOY (Leo Woodall fc)

LILLIAN! you've been accepted as FENRIR GREYBACK (Leo Sulter fc)

LILLIAN! you've been accepted as KARISHMA PATIL (Simone Ashley fc)

MIA! you've been accepted as THORFINN ROWLE (Austin Butler fc)

MYR! you've been accepted as ELA WOOD (Hande Ercel fc)

[ggathena]

Athena had expected many things from this conversation, she'd tried to anticipate the many ways it could turn so that she wouldn't be hurt worst. But out of all the things her mind could've gone through, never once could she had prepared for what Thorfinn did. Her gaze was already a blur of tears as her hand ran up and down her inner forearm, somehow hoping it would soothe the pain she was experiencing. Still her eyes had followed his every move as he stepped away, looking for something, not quite understanding.

It wasn't as though she understood anything afterwards either, yet she knew what was happening the moment she saw the little box, deep azure hues finding his, a question, a plea, she knew what he was about to do and her heart slammed against her chest, threatening to get out. And then he did it, the blonde dropped to his knee and the diamond ring came before her eyes, adrenaline shot through her veins in such an unexpected rush that the air was knocked off her lungs and everything became silent.

He loved her, he really did. Everythig she ever wanted was right in front of her, the love of her life vowing to a life together, the sort of commitment you couldn't just break. Everything she ever wanted was right in front of her, so why couldn't she shake the bitter taste from her mouth, why couldn't she turn a blind eye to what had drilled a hole in her heart? The brunette's eyes filled with tears, whatever composure she had left running off the hill just like the tears streamed down her cheeks. She could barely breathe, desperately grasping for air though her hand didn't shake as it met his forehead, fingers gently running through his blonde locks. "I love you, Thorfinn Rowle." Athena spoke the truth in a whisper, her tone reflecting the love she felt. Why did it have to be now, why did he have to wait so long... too long.

"We're too far gone." The witch breathed out, words tainted by the cracks in her voice, tears blinding her vision entirely as she fought to look at him, really look at him. "You've betrayed my trust too many times, Finn. I c-can't..." It hurt, every word ached within her, destroying whatever might be left of her, raw emotion battling the last straw of conscience. "It took you so damn long, too long. I'm so, so very sorry." Athena finally looked away, the sight of him much too painful.

He would not pretend to understand what she was going through, yet at the same time, he was going through his own hurt and brokenness, and the sight of her only made what he was feeling much worse. "Why would I ever take it off?" The words spilling out. Thorfinn would never try to cover up what they shared, what was them, he couldn't every hide that part of his life. Regret hit him for not choosing her that night in the closet, but all he could process was that it was another one of their games.

Her words ate him, keeping from letting his gaze fall down to her bare arm, not waiting to see that she was moving on. There was this sudden desperation that surged through him, this need to keep her close and not lose her, because this was going to be it. With only one option, he moves around to the top drawer of his bedroom side table and collects a small box from it, returning back to front of her. "Then let's not live a life without each other." A pleading looking seeping into his gaze. "I've fucked up, but at the end of it all, all I've come to realise is that you are the person I want to spend the rest of my life with." Thorfinn opens the ring box, dropping down to one knee. "Athena Greengrass, will you marry me." This was not one of his smartest moves, nor was he looking at fixing what needed to be done to pop a question like this, but in his heart, this was what he truly wanted.

[dulcepericulum-rp]

CLASSIFIED INFORMATION: DEATH EATERS

NAME: Malcolm Mulciber AGE: 23 BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood OCCUPATION: British & Irish Quidditch League, Referee & Commentator PORTRAIT: Theo James

IMPORTANT CONNECTIONS

Mary MacDonald: In the weeks before his demise, had you shown Malcolm a picture of Mary Macdonald, there was a very low chance that he would be able to put a name to her face. In fact, had you told him that the young witch was actively seeking retribution against him, he may have laughed in your face. Malcolm hadn’t become aware of Mary until his seventh year at Hogwarts, the witch catching his attention as she assisted some younger students with their work in the library. Immediately, she grated on his nerves, and, upon finding out that she was of an impure bloodline, Malcolm took a sincere disliking to her. Seeing her alone, at night, in an empty part of the castle was simply too good of an opportunity to pass up -- the Cruciatus curse was one which he was intimately familiar with, and the perfect way to put the mudblood back in her place. Though the incident saw Malcolm expelled mere weeks before his graduation, he thought nothing of it after the fact, feeling nothing but pride in his actions. If he’d known Mary was hunting him down, perhaps he would have let her find him, he might have avoided his own grisly demise.

Walden McNair: Malcolm and Walden became bitter enemies after a silly disagreement in their first year in Hogwarts. Despite sharing a dorm for years, Walden and Malcolm never got over that disagreement which only grew with years of hatred. The two men pledged themselves to the Dark Lord within a short period of one another, and unfortunately found themselves paired for missions. Their missions frequently descended into a bloody duel between the two, but their hatred really came to a head at the Battle of Hogsmeade where Walden sent a killing curse in Malcolm’s direction, missing by inches. Malcolm found himself retreating down an alleyway to get away from McNair, when someone else got there first.

Marlene McKinnon: He knew her under a different title, the name ‘Marigold McKenzie’ enough of a stretch that his memory would never place her face beside Mary’s. After he was sent away to Scotland post-expulsion from Hogwarts, Malcolm spent a few years in the proverbial shadow of Thorfinn Rowle, doing the man’s job for him as Malcolm managed the lower tier members with little to no supervision, already bored of his talents being wasted. When he first crossed paths with her after a Wanderer’s friendly, Malcolm knew the girl was everything the Death Eaters could want from a new recruit - pure, ambitious, angry, and willing to sacrifice anything it seemed for a chance to impress him. It was fun putting her to the test and watching her expand upon her limits near ceaselessly, the rookie always in the right place at the right time when a mission went south, but always bouncing back from the near-impossible. There were whispers among his peers that Malcolm had taken too much of a liking toward her and that their relationship had morphed into something more than mentor & protegé. Maybe that’s why he hadn’t even tried to defend himself when he saw his 'Marigold’ approach out of the shadows of Hogsmeade, too distracted by that pretty smile on her face to the see the flash of a silver Muggle blade at her side. Whatever the truth of 'Marigold’ & Mulciber’s relationship was, it died in the same moment he did, and as far as Marlene’s concerned, it’ll stay buried with him as well. 

MENTIONED CONNECTIONS: Mary Macdonald { x }, Walden McNair { coming soon! }, Severus Snape { coming soon! }

STATUS: D E C E A S E D {  JAN. 15 1980  }

[im-a-monster-fucking-princess]

Tomione C 13, please? ❤️

Sexting gone wrong - classic

“What’s wrong with you?”

Hermione didn’t bother to look up at her boyfriend as he collapsed into the empty seat beside her. He’d ignored her last text and gien the subject matter it had contained she wasn’t exactlky thrilled to be sitting beside him for the next two ours with no possible escape. Not when he’d left her hanging like that. When she’d sent him not only a provocative text message with precise details about how she wanted him to take her in the empty janitor’#s closet between their lectures after lunch but accompanied that text with a scantily clad picture of her tits too.

And he’d ignored her.

So, she was going to ignore him. It didn’t matter that he was looking ridiculously goodlooking in a pairof jeans and a navy blue jumper. Didn’t matter that he had his thigh pressed up against hers. Didn’t matter that his hand was currently making it’s way up the bare spanse of her thigh and -

“Don’t!” She hissed at him, slapping his hand out from between her legs and glaring at him. “You know how uncomfortable all that,” she waved her hands about discreetly before she glanced at him from the corner of her eye, “sexting” she hissed, “makes me. And then when I do it for you you ignore me,” she huffed.

She could see him frowning at her and when he grabbed at her hand and linked their fingers together then covered them with his other hand so she couldn’t wrestle free of him he leaned over and whispered in her ear, “babe. I promise I didn’t get whatever you’re talking about.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “I sent you a reply. A very explicit reply.”

“And I didn’t get it.”

“Well then who-” She broke off, her eyes widening in horror at the sight of Thorfinn Rowle - one of the students she tutoured weekly - leering up at her from where he sat with his cronies. She had just a second to grip at Tom’s arm and stop him from hurtling out of his seat and pummeling the wanker black and blue.

[prcdigys]

WOTCHER! There goes ALARIC, who still rocks the SLYTHERIN colors on the sly. I hear their housemates used to call them ROWLE. Loads of wizarding folk are fond of how HEADSTRONG and DISCIPLINED they are. Then again, others have referred to them as a common goblin when they act RUTHLESS and CYNICAL. Ever since the THIRTY year old graduated from Hogwarts in 1977, they’ve found themselves hanging around SCOTLAND, UK, but word has it NITRA, SLOVAKIA is their stomping grounds. The ROWLE family likes to brag that ever since they’ve become KNIGHT BUS DRIVER, they’re raking in the galleons, but I reckon only Gringotts knows the truth. I heard that one time, they stumbled onto a muggle street by mistake; someone asked if their name was SEAN TEALE, though they haven’t the faintest idea who that is. (c, she/her, 20+, ast.) ++ PAST TRANSFER FROM DURMSTRANG

guess who’s back (back again). with this new interactive element at wizards, i think its the right time to bring back my literal disaster child alaric rowle !!  if you want to plot with my psycho of a son, please like this post and i’ll come holla @ you. 

AESTHETIC PROSE:  whisky, stale cigarettes, the smell of a damp, semi-abandoned building, rich coppery bitterness. a light flickering for the first time in months, a spark of relief. withered hands and tired eyes.  cruel, vindictive, twisting anger.

do. not. call. him. alaric. he hates it. he responds only to rowle.

the sorting hat struggled between slytherin and ravenclaw when he transferred at the beginning of his sixth year. the hat was on his head for a full minute before it made its decision.

his father, thorfinn rowle, was imprisoned in azkaban shortly after the first wizarding war. his mother, seraphina, though also a supporter, had moved back in with her parents in slovenia when she found out she was pregnant. they stayed there and she never told alaric about his father, though it was a question he asked time and again. when he found out in his teen years, he felt betrayed by his mother and chose to move in with his paternal grandfather and transfer to hogwarts. he’d always been quite interested in the dark arts, given that it was part of the curriculum at durmstrang, and while his mother might have been perfectly okay acting as if the war never happened, and that his father was a criminal, alaric felt otherwise. in his head his father was a martyr who’d been imprisoned for his loyalty and his dedication.  

he was an expert dueller at durmstrang and would have continued on were it not for pains in his wand hand.  muggles would know it as something similar to carpal tunnel, or arthritis, but no salves or potions he’s used have done much help.  he can still cast spells, but simply not at the speed and with the dexterity required were he a professional duellist. this failure was poorly timed with the discovery of the truth of who his father was, leading him down a very dark path. 

personality wise he is very quiet, very reserved, and isn’t much of a conversationalist. he’s an extreme introvert with aggressive tendencies and a very gruff demeanor.  he’s incredibly muscular which can come off intimidating which he has maintained in order to discourage others from communicating with him.  he prefers to be left to his own devices.  he was always a bit of a loner and the friends he did have were friends who shared his same values and who took themselves more seriously than a lot of the students in their year.

he has three jagged scars marring the left side of his face. they were unable to be healed with magic as they were given to him by a partially transformed werewolf. while the cuts were deep enough to scar, he suffers no lycanthropic side-effects from the marks.  

he was previously the DADA professor at hogwarts in 1988-89 and was known for being tough! he failed half of his students first term with extremely difficult exams that you had to pass to stay in his class. he was later fired from hogwarts for magically throwing a student off of the bow of a ship during the student travel trip.  he then worked at a bar before being sacked for rowing with customers.

just got out of azkaban prison, where he has been serving a sentence for magical assault. he was in prison for approx 4 months, where he got to reconnect with his daddy (side by side cells yo) and came to appreciate what freedom really tastes like. he has no  plans on going back!!!! 

[thegoldenyearsrp]

holi c:, me gustaría pedir a bill skarsgard como thorfinn rowle, hermano de aurora, y a lee jongsuk como mason wood, hermano de danny, por favor. ¡gracias!

¡Ya están anotados, Andy! Muchas gracias.

BILL SKASGARD como Thorfinn Rowle, hermano de Aurora Rowle.

LEE JONGSUK como Mason Wood, hermano de Danny Wood.

moony.

[crimsonupdates]

T H E   R E C K O N I N G     ✗  D E V I L ’ S    N I G H T   ( part ii )

❝ hell is empty and all the devils are here.❞

May 10th, 19:45

Under the cover of darkness, they step into the institution that has shunned them. No mercy is spared as they slaughter anyone in their path, the stench of death following behind them like an omen. A bitter righteousness flows in their veins, the Wizarding World has belonged to their kind for centuries, and they will not be those who lose it. 

In the depths of the Ministry a frantic plot to get as many people out is afoot. Edgar Bones, Davina Selwyn and Fabian Prewett are in charge of getting Ministry officials out, particularly those of impure blood. Benjy Fenwick and Arthur Weasley are given the order of getting Milicent Bagnold to safety. Amos Diggory, Alice Prewett, and Hestia Jones move forward to face the Death Eaters head-on and give the other two groups the headstart they need to make a successful escape.

But with Evan Rosier and Cassius Mulciber joining the fight, they are hopelessly outnumbered. Injuries grave, it is a wonder that they’re able to escape alive, but their mission has been accomplished, with some Ministry officials and the Minister of Magic allowed to escape into the dark of the night. 

Aversio members, realizing with trickling dread that the masked members taking down the Ministry no longer belong soley to their own, join in the fight against the Death Eaters. But it is too little too late, and the battle has already been won. 

The Ministry stands in the hands of Lord Voldemort and the Order is left to bleed.

May 13th, 5:15

Bloodlust, once tasted, is intoxicating, especially when vengeance is added to the mix. And the Death Eaters crave more.

Augustus Rookwood steps forward, eager to prove his allegiance to the Dark Lord and escape out of the shadows of disgrace. 

St. Mungos, a place of refuge and healing is his target, certain that it’s destruction will deal a blow that will further dismantle the Ministry and the Order. Too long have they been catering to those not pure of blood, saving the lives of those whom the Death Eaters have been attempting to kill. 

With the Ministry overtaken, it lies as another hub of power, a sanctuary for those hurt. A haven in the midst of London for the Ministry to rebuild, and Voldemort urges his followers to purge the city’s streets. Thorfinn Rowle, Emma Vanity and Dolores Umbridge join by Augustus’ side to aid him in his mission.

Dolores Umbridge implores Ted Tonks to help her, while Emma Vanity feigns a charade of hurt for Ophelia Pomfrey, and with the two healers granting them entry -- the rest of the Death Eaters are able to sneak in and wreak havoc. 

The Order, numbers already weakened by those injured or on the run, and Aversio -- members divided with no clear goal, are unable to counter the attack. Not when their efforts are stretched thin between getting as many people to safety and fighting off Death Eaters.

Destruction reigns supreme, blood paints the walls of St. Mungo’s red and flows down the streets of Wizarding London, and in the midst of chaos, one clear victor emerges. 

[buryrpg]

mw characters you'd like to see?? help a gal out im trying to pick between joe keery or avan jogia but idk where to put them c:

oooh, let’s see. i might pull some very, very obscure canons out here. either of them could arguably work for james potter, or perhaps fabian prewett. caradoc dearborn, thorfinn rowle, amos diggory, gilderoy lockhart, walden macnair, tiberius ogden. 

[pulchra-anguis]

P R O M P T   0 0 7   C R E S C E N D O 

tw: death, death of a sibling, childbirth, sex, alcohol

i. daughter

she has two and a half minutes of being an only child, and she spends them screaming. her father wanted sons, heirs, boys he could raise to be mirror images of him. he wants anything but her. she’s the worst possible scenario, and she announces her arrival to the world and into his life by screaming until her little lungs burn. she’s an infant, freshly born. what does she care? she doesn’t know what caring is, doesn’t know she’s not what her father wanted, doesn’t know that she’s unwanted purely because she’s a girl. none of that matters to her. and that’s a beautiful fact that never changes, even when she understands what it means to be a girl in a world where everyone just wants boys. 

ii. sister

rayna is born right after her, and they’re two halves of a whole after that. she’s with her constantly, by her side through each scraped knee and lesson from their mother, each lecture and fight and celebration. they share a room, they share a face, they share every secret and thought with each other, because they’re the same. they’re one. their father hates having two daughters, but the girls are one together. there is no distinction between the two of them, and they love it that way. 

iii. shadow

rayna’s too loud. she’s the one people remember, the one they want to talk to. they’re both fifteen and rayna vanishes in a gala. she wanders around to try and find her. she’s scared. she isn’t sure what to do without rayna to mimic. how did rayna end up being the stronger of the two? why is she treated like the eldest, even by their parents? she finds her hiding in a stairwell with a boy, skirt riding up as his hands trace along her legs and hips and back. she stares. 

it’s like watching another life, really. she and rayna look the same, but no one’s ever touched her like that. no one’s ever kissed her like that. people don’t really look at her; they’re identical, and yet she somehow ended up the ugly one. she doesn’t know how that’s possible. she’s never felt properly jealous of it until she sees rayna and the boy. she hurries back into the ballroom and steals a champagne off one of the tables. she hates it; it burns and stings at her nose as she drinks it, but she empties the glass. it doesn’t make her feel better. 

rayna sneaks back in, and she fixes her hair, checks to make sure that her lipstick isn’t too smudged and that her dress isn’t too disorderly. she watches her sister get herself back and order and feels nothing but bitter. rayna’s always going to be the one that gets the attention, gets the love. and what does she get? she gets to make sure no one notices what her sister is really like. 

iv. lover

he looks at her and just looks. there’s no judgment in his gaze, there’s no harshness or disinterest. he’s not looking for rayna in her reflection, he’s not looking for anyone there but her. he holds her when she wants to be held, he kisses her when she wants to be kissed, and she does the same. he’s quiet, but she doesn’t mind it. she likes his silence. it speaks more to her than his words. she leans her head against his chest and feels safe there. feels wanted. her eyes wander up to his face. she thinks maybe he’s sleeping. she kisses his neck and settles back against his chest. 

i think i love you. 

v. puppet 

you can’t be on two sides, vi. he’s probably a death eater, you know. 

she wants to scream at her. she doesn’t want to choose. she doesn’t need to choose. she can have both. she wants both. 

you have to pick. me or him. you can’t have both. you know what i’m going to do once we graduate. you can come with me and do something actually good for the world, or you can stay and be exactly what mother and father want you to be. but i need you. 

what he wants or what she needs. that’s what it boils down to in the end. but rayna is her sister. if that means nothing, then what does? she goes to his house. she wants to do it in person. she wants it to break her, she wants it to stop her, to see his face. maybe it’ll crack her resolve, and she can just stay here with him. 

but it doesn’t work. she doesn’t tell him why and she manages to hold back her tears until she’s running back down the steps, away from him and his room. she runs out the door and down the winding road to the gate of the manor. rayna is waiting for her. she holds onto her as tightly as she can. they’re sisters. they’re part of a whole. she belongs right here, fitting into rayna’s life like a puzzle piece. she lets herself be pulled away, down the street, away from the manor. 

she can’t figure out why it’s always her that has to give up the things she wants. 

vi. ghost

she’s not her sister. people keep reminding her that she’s not her sister, and she knows. rayna was brave. rayna was confident and she was foolish and quick-thinking and reckless. and now she was dead. it had killed her, to be everything she was. 

and yet all she wanted to be was rayna. 

she’s not good at anything rayna was good at. she’s not a good fighter, not yet, and she’s not a blood traitor and she’s not an auror and she’s not someone that anyone would ever describe as ‘promising’ or ‘gone too soon.’ she’s just viola. she’s not good at anything but being a sneak. 

she makes reckless decisions. she’s not good at those either, but she tries to make herself do what rayna would. she starts getting into fights, and loses. she starts trying to be more outspoken, and fails. she’s not rayna. but she doesn’t know who else to be. 

so she keeps fighting. her knuckles feel like they’re constantly bruised. eventually she starts winning. she starts kissing boys. she feels like a freak and tries to convince herself that’s a good thing. and eventually, she convinces herself that it is. that this makes her feel free. that taking herself into her own hands is the way to liberate herself from rayna’s shadow. but she’s not, not really. she’s just imitating her and calling it freedom. there’s no one else like rayna now except for her. 

vii. fiancee

he’s the last person she expects to see. he hates her. she’s certain of it. she hates herself too, for what she did to him. but there he is, and he’s just how she remembered. except he’s not. he’s better. he’s more cautious of her, which she understands. he’s not going to love her again, she convinces herself. she kisses other boys. he’s never going to be hers again, so why should she be his? she knows that rayna wouldn’t settle. 

but she’s not rayna. rayna didn’t understand love, and she doesn’t either. but she thinks she could figure it out again with him. she stops kissing other boys. she kisses him, and he holds her, and he kisses her back. it feels right. 

maybe he needed her after all. 

viii. choice

marry me. 

it’s not asked because it has to be asked. it’s asked because he wants to. and this time, she’s allowed to say yes. he puts the ring on her finger, and she kisses him more fiercely than she’s ever kissed anyone before. she loves him. it’s frightening how much she does, but she’s never going to stop. 

she wants to be happy with him. she wants to be peaceful with him, she wants to be united, she wants to be everything that there is to be with him. she wants to be careful and reckless and impulsive and she doesn’t need anything else here and now but him. she doesn’t think about rayna or what she would do once. she pulls back and she meets his gaze. 

run away with me. 

they walk out the doors of rowle manor together, and they don’t look back. 

ix. wife

she doesn’t actually know where they are, only that it’s by the sea. the innkeeper had assured them that this room had a beautiful view. neither of them had looked out of the window once. her wedding dress is on the floor, his suit along with it, and their legs are tangled together. his skin is warm, and his breath tickles her temple as she presses a kiss to his neck. 

do you think lavinia will be upset she missed the wedding?

there’s a bit of a smile on his lips that she’s not sure if it’s guilty or not. his fingers brush through her hair. 

probably. 

he pauses, and she looks up to meet his gaze.

do you wish rayna had been there?

she thinks about it. she kisses him before she answers. she isn’t sure if it’s because she wants to or if it’s because she’s buying herself more time. she shakes her head. 

no. 

x. mother

she expects thorfinn to scream when he enters the world, but he’s silent. her voice had cracked through the room, her mother had told her, had announced that she had been born and calling attention to the fact that she was the absolute last thing that her father wanted attention drawn to. she was unapologetic when she’d entered the world. but thorfinn is quiet, and she’s scared for him. 

but his little breath rattles, and she takes him into her arms the second they let her hold him. she nestles him between herself and atticus, and closes her eyes when atticus presses a kiss to her temple. 

she’s got a family. this is her family now, this is where she belongs. she’s not one of two anymore, she’s not missing her other half, she’s not incomplete. she’s part of a new set. she’s one of three, and she knows looking between atticus and thorfinn that they won’t leave her. 

[wewillrise-rpg]

We just got our fifth app for a female character and I’d love to see some applications for some of our other characters! What about James Potter, Antonin Dolohov or Thorfinn Rowle? Or maybe Mundungus Fletcher, Fabian Prewett or Rabastan Lestrange who will all be released in the next couple of days! 

If you have any other characters you’d like to see in our next few releases let us know and we’ll add them to the list!

- Admin C

[sethosflint]

Sethos took a moment to let it all soak in. There was this need for him to protect Athena, then looking over at Emma, he hated the position she was in. It hurt his head trying to figure out how he was feeling. Amber hues glanced over to Thorfinn, trying to read the male's facial expressions, but the look in his eyes, it looked murderous, curious who he wanted to aim it to.

He looked over to Emma, this need to know, despite not wanting to hurt Athena, it was evident that his heart still belonged to one, and no matter the time or distance placed between them, it wasn't the kind of love that faded, it was everlasting. "And are you, over me?" The words come spewing out of his mouth before he can stop them. That was all he wanted to know before this night ended, before she had no choice but to share her real thoughts.

His body turns to his date. "I never said I wasn't over her, but she was happy with someone, that it wasn't my place to ruin it." A pause. "I did enjoy our company together, you are beautiful, witty, determined, strong, qualities that I find attractive." He sighs. "I wanted to move on." That sounded lame, but honestly, all of this was giving him a headache and he was about done. "I think I'm about done here."

Well this was a shift show if Thorfinn was going to admit it. He should have known the evil witch would have been up to something this hideous, neither phased on what might be exposed at the table; though part of him was betting this was what she was wishing for. The waitress came with the extra drinks ordered and with all the truths being spilled, he shot back the drink, no flicker on his features with the strength of the alcohol content.

He listened to all the confessions being admitted, intrigued that there was a kiss between Sethos and Emma, a slight relief to the guilt he was facing for the night she shared with Athena. His feelings for the witch across from him were unfaltering, but the one beside him, he never did want to hurt her. He was genuine in his intention with Emma. The blonde could feel it, the undying need to spew the fucking truth from his mouth and there was no holding it back. Did he mention Alecto Carrow was the devil incarnate?

Attention first shifted to Emma, looking her in the eyes. "It was never a game with you. I wanted this. I desperately wanted to be able to move on with you." At least they all knew he would be speaking the truth. "Athena will always have my heart," bloody hell, "and will be my weakness. That night I was having a hard time with accepting what you and Rabastan were doing, that when I was locked away with Athena for the night, the thought that I almost lost her, I could not deny how I felt, but it was a goodbye." He glances over to the witch that owned him. "These games, I never knew where we stood and my parents wanted me to marry, and since we were no longer, I deserved to move on." A flicker to Seth. "As it seems you have too."

He laughed, fingers combing through his hair, Thorfinn wanted to be angry, he wanted to find Alecto and share his thoughts, but the was baffled by the predicament they were all faced with. This situation, only one that she could create.

@ggathena

[prcdigys]

hey there ho there! it’s ya girl c, and this is my new bby, alaric !  as always i am 100% open to plots and if you are interested in plotting a ‘lil something, just like this post and i will come to you.  there is some information about alaric here, and a bit more under the cut!

important things to know:

do. not. call. him. alaric. he hates it. he responds only to rowle. 

the sorting hat struggled between slytherin and ravenclaw when he transferred at the beginning of his sixth year. the hat was on his head for a full minute before it made its decision. 

his father, thorfinn rowle, was imprisoned in azkaban shortly after the first wizarding war. his mother, seraphina, though also a supporter, had moved back in with her parents in slovenia when she found out she was pregnant. they stayed there and she never told alaric about his father, though it was a question he asked time and again. when he found out in his teen years, he felt betrayed by his mother and chose to move in with his paternal grandfather and transfer to hogwarts. he’d always been quite interested in the dark arts, given that it was part of the curriculum at durmstrang, and while his mother might have been perfectly okay acting as if the war never happened, and that his father was a criminal, alaric felt otherwise. in his head his father was a martyr who’d been imprisoned for his loyalty and his dedication.  

he was an expert dueller at durmstrang and would have continued on were it not for pains in his wand hand.  muggles would know it as something similar to carpal tunnel, or arthritis, but no salves or potions he’s used have done much help.  he can still cast spells, but simply not at the speed and with the dexterity required were he a professional duellist. 

personality wise he is very quiet, very reserved, and isn’t much of a conversationalist. he’s an extreme introvert with aggressive tendencies and a very gruff demeanor.  he’s incredibly muscular which can come off intimidating which he has maintained in order to discourage others from communicating with him.  he prefers to be left to his own devices.  he was always a bit of a loner and the friends he did have were friends who shared his same values and who took themselves more seriously than a lot of the students in their year. 

he has three jagged scars marring the left side of his face. they were unable to be healed with magic as they were given to him by a partially transformed werewolf. while the cuts were deep enough to scar, he suffers no lycanthropic side-effects from the marks.  

he is currently the DADA professor at hogwarts and is known for being tough! he failed half of his students first term with extremely difficult exams that you had to pass to stay in his class. DADA has become a bit of a nightmare for students who aren’t always on their game!

[sethosflint]

Sethos heard rumours about what Alecto was capable of, but never in his wildest dreams did he believe he'd be part of her scheming ways. He landed back in his chair, not quite putting two together about why the devious witch would ask that question until he turned to Athena and saw the look on her face. Amber hues flickered to the empty glass he polished off to calm his nerves.

The wizard could agree that she was evil, brows pinching together at his dates confession. He knew of Emma with someone but never figured it would be her friend's ex-boyfriend, not that he was one to judge considering the truth Athena seemed to be lacking. The guilt bubbled inside of him, all the truth being revealed that he couldn't stop himself from spilling his own confession.

"It seems you both have a thing for each other's ex's." He kept his hand on Athena's, not wanting to hurt her. "I'm Emma's ex, from five years ago." He wasn't one to anger easily, keeping a calm demeanour. "And if I'm being honest," he had no control of, "we shared a kiss, drunk kiss, a few nights ago." A kiss he rather enjoyed.

@emmasvanity

It did not surprise the witch that the two other witches seemed to be confused about her topic to start this little gathering that her time was falling short upon. Silence lingers at Thorfinn's question, taking the opportunity to finish her refreshment before she stood looking at the four of them.

"I do hope you found the drink to your liking." A sweet, innocent, smile turns on her lips, mischief sparkling in her eyes. "It appears there are secrets amongst good friends. Feelings denied. I deemed this the best to speak freely, in an area where tempers cannot get the best of us." A beat. "I wish to let the truth be free." A hint that perhaps there was more to their drink than mere wine.

Alecto turns to Athena. "Are you over Thorfinn?" It was the start to the domino effect that would escalate this conversation until all truths were revealed. "And does Emma know of that night?" She did not mean to single out Athena first, but all of them here had their fair share of guilt. "Excuse me," with that, she made her leave, letting the four of them deal with the web they weaved, finding her table for two in the shadows where another awaited.

[alectocarrowx]

It did not surprise the witch that the two other witches seemed to be confused about her topic to start this little gathering that her time was falling short upon. Silence lingers at Thorfinn's question, taking the opportunity to finish her refreshment before she stood looking at the four of them.

"I do hope you found the drink to your liking." A sweet, innocent, smile turns on her lips, mischief sparkling in her eyes. "It appears there are secrets amongst good friends. Feelings denied. I deemed this the best to speak freely, in an area where tempers cannot get the best of us." A beat. "I wish to let the truth be free." A hint that perhaps there was more to their drink than mere wine.

Alecto turns to Athena. "Are you over Thorfinn?" It was the start to the domino effect that would escalate this conversation until all truths were revealed. "And does Emma know of that night?" She did not mean to single out Athena first, but all of them here had their fair share of guilt. "Excuse me," with that, she made her leave, letting the four of them deal with the web they weaved, finding her table for two in the shadows where another awaited.

Confusion was the best way to describe her feelings when she met Athena's eyes, eyebrows furrowing together. Why in Merlin's name was her best friend angry at her? Surely she didn't imagine the fury in Athena's eyes? She should be the one that's upset, this was ridiculous. Athena was sitting way too close to Seth and all she wanted to do was rip them away from each other, jealousy she knew she had no right to feel running through her veins. Athena was one of her best friends and all Emma wanted was for her to be happy but did it have to be with him? Anyone else she would have no problem with, but this? This she couldn't handle. Perhaps it made her immature, but sharing had never been something she was good at. In her mind, Sethos still belonged to her. He always would. Of course she noticed that he refused to look at her, which despite probably being a good thing, still it stung more than she would be willing to admit.

Eyeing the wine on the table she takes the glass, holding herself back from finishing it in one big gulp, taking several smaller sips instead. Wine would not be enough to get through tonight, she needed something stronger. As soon as their waiter appeared she would order a shot of firewhiskey. When she looked over at Athena again she noticed the other witch look over at Thorfinn, the way she was looking at him only throwing up more questions for Emma. She had definitely missed something, but what? In the midst of trying to figure all this out Alecto's words brought her out of her thoughts. "What was this about Quidditch?" Truthfully, her mind had been elsewhere so she hadn't paid proper attention.

"Interesting's certainly a word for it."

@thorfinnrowlex

[sethosflint]

Sethos remained quiet, continuing to sip on the drink in his hands. He could feel the awkward tension linger between the four of them and though his eyes cast on the witch at the head of the table, he was learning something new about her. He had heard rumours before, whispers in the night, but she was much crueller than he'd give her credit for.

A hand reached for Athena's under the table, giving it a small squeeze, unable to bring his attention to Emma. It would break his heart too much to see her sitting there was someone that wasn't him. Which was odd, considering tonight he was going to ask Athena if she wanted to date, see where this could take them. His head was spinning and when Quidditch was brought up, it seemed to pull him back to reality.

"Busy, which I like." He wasn't going to be entirely rude, and he didn't want to upset her any further. "Next week's match should be interesting." The one where he played against his ex's team.

@emmasvanity

Alecto had no doubt that her plan would go accordingly, the chaos buzzing around her like a magnetic field. Carefully she watched each of them, how they reacted to the others, and did her greetings with Emma and Thorfinn, being the last one to sit down.

"I am grateful that you could all attend." She reaches for her wine, to take a sip, following the two boys, keeping the coy smirk from her lips. "I thought with the newly couples," she was reaching on Athena and Sethos, but had an inkling feeling it could go that way, "that we could have dinner. Rabastan would have attended, but alas, work." The last part was a little white lie, Alecto kept him out of her dealings, quite fond of their bonding time at night, wrapped in each others arms, and she'd share her day with him.

"You must all tell me how each of you are doing?" She kept the charade up, needing a little longer before she'd drop the bomb. "How is Quidditch?" Knowing that three of the played, her eyes falling on Thorfinn, already sensing his distaste for her, which pleased the brunette. "How is the Ministry? You must know all these secrets that you can't share. Pity, really."

@ggathena