#zabinixevelyn

[valeria-flint]

Starter for: Evelyn Zabini x Valeria Flint ( @zabinixevelyn ) Location: Shyverwretch’s Venoms and Poisons

The woman who had walked into the store was not an unfamiliar face. A while back Val had already produced a poison for Evelyn. The brunette tilted her head as she made her way from behind the desk and then made her way over to the other woman. "Are you back again, Evelyn?" Val asked the woman, a smile on her lips as she took in the woman. The rumours surrounding her were definitely there and it made her wonder if that poison she had made, had been put to use effectively. "So I take it that the first one took your liking, now that I am seeing you here again?"

[notdelicatc]

who: @zabinixevelyn where: Fountain of Fair Fortune (pub) when: late afternoon

Fishy green ale in hand, sipping it as the sun was shining onto the tables scattered on a small area in front of the pub; one could have claimed it to be a rather excellent day. Every now and then a breeze would blow across Horizont Alley. All in all one could hardly complain. While normally not one to venture into this part of the alleys, it had still proven to be a rather interesting adventure, full of nice sales to distract the witch from the world around her.

In front of her on the table the latest book she'd purchased the brunette almost missed the figure walking nearby. Evelyn Zabini, an interesting witch in her own right. With a soft shrug she put the book down before she waved toward the other. "Evelyn! Come sit with me?" A new leaf, a new page that had been turned and it meant reaching out more; or at least she was determined to try. "They do have some rather refreshing summery beverages here."

[fcrox]

who: @zabinixevelyn where: rosier manor when: around midday

Despite how proud Leta was about her work, the determination showing in each new design, the witch let very few people into her atelier. Apart from her brother the list was rather short and she very much preferred to keep it that way. Evelyn simply happened to be among those allowed to be let through to her atelier. If one had asked, the blonde would have described the other as a friend. Only the recent engagement to her other friend, one of the closest friendships she had, caused her a bit of worry. Benefit of the doubt certainly played its part.

"Have you come to pick up your order?" Leta had on occasion designed the other's outfits, robes and other things. And each time had there been a hidden compartment or another. "I think I might have something extra this time." She smiled at the other, glee showing within her eyes as she made her way over to one of the display cases she had placed around the room only to return with a small bag. "Charmed to be ever so much bigger on the inside. Are you interested?"

[zafarxtravers]

where: her parents home who: @zabinixevelyn

It was always lovely being summoned by the parents for a gathering. He could only imagine what it would be this time. Zafar had spent the last couple days after the wedding to figure out ways that this engagement could end without it looking poorly on him and his family, and he drew blanks.

Zafar showed up at the Zabini manor the same time as Evelyn, glancing over at her. "Do you know what this is about?" There was hope that the next time they had to interact would be a few weeks.

[thorfinnrowlex]

where: the garden kew, london who: @zabinixevelyn

He had watched her the moment she stepped into the reception, watching the tension between herself and her fiancé, and waited until he buggered off before making his way over to her. "You look breathtaking tonight, Evelyn." He stopped in front of her, holding out a glass of champagne. "Do you have a moment I could steal you away to somewhere a little more private? I promise to be on my best behaviour," a sheepish grin on his face. Thorfinn could do with a break from the crowds and was rather fond of the witches company.

[alectocarrowx]

where: twilfitt and tattings (women's lingerie section) who: @zabinixevelyn

Alecto was certain there was another place where the two could meet, a place that would require more clothing, but giving Evelyn was unattached, and the need for more lingerie, this seemed the best fit. The witch wanders around the closed section, running her fingers along a lace set.

"How has your week been, Eve?" Hazel hues glance over in her direction. "

[r-lestrcnge]

Gift for Evelyn Zabini @zabinixevelyn, upon hearing of her engagement. Delivered by Rabastan's house elf with a simple note.

Commiserations. - Rabastan.

[bellatrix-lestrxnge]

Starter for: Evelyn Zabini @zabinixevelyn Where: her wedding When: during dinner

As much as Bellatrix could not care less for weddings, she had been flattered that Evelyn wanted her as Maid of Honour. Truly, she hadn't realised she'd made such an impression on the younger witch. Her initial inclination had been to refuse, especially considering she had just fulfilled the same role for Narcissa not so long ago. But her desire for games and cruel mirth overruled, and she decided to accept in hopes that Evelyn would kill the man before the day - or that she'd have the opportunity to toy with him herself. There was a part of her too, that felt she could not leave her - friend, she supposed - to endure such a horrible day all alone without a shred of feminine support.

So here she was, dressed in the lilac slip that Evelyn had chosen. It was far from her usual selection of heavy dresses, but she had no shame in her figure and did not think twice about the way the material hugged her curves. The only alteration she had made was to combine it with long gloves, refusing, point blank, to commit the atrocity of concealing her Dark Mark with magic. She would never.

The ceremony passed. The reception, too. By then, she was becoming impatient, and as dinner rolled around, she accepted that Evelyn wasn't going to do anything to her new beau. Lingering by the bar with Rodolphus for a while, she then abandoned him in favour of approaching the high table, inserting herself between Evelyn and Zafar just as soup was being served. She'd been on her best behaviour. She deserved a little frivolity.

Looking between them a moment, observing two miserable faces, the male seemingly horrified by her presence, she lit up and laughed. "Worried your soup is poisoned, Zafar?" Bending forward, she snatched up his spoon and dipped it deeply into his bowl, then raised it with a show to her lips. She never did anything by half. Good thing she liked the flavour.

Pausing indicatively, she dropped the spoon back down. "Oh, too bad. It isn't."

[lumosfm]

𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙑𝙄𝙏𝙔 𝘾𝙃𝙀𝘾𝙆 

The following have not posted in character for five or more days and therefore have 48 hours to resume activity or get in touch with the admin to avoid having their roles reopened:

Andromeda Tonks @tonksxandromeda

Caradoc Dearborn @lumos-caradoc

Evelyn Zabini @zabinixevelyn

Lily Evans @lionessevans

Mary MacDonald @healvrs

Miray Selwyn @mirayselwyn

Pandora Ross @peculiardora

Theodore Delacour @theodoredelacour

Tilden Toots @lumos-tilden

Walden Macnair @lumos-walden

The following characters have now come to the end of their hiatus:

Beatrice Abbott, Estelle Delacour, Hestia Jones, Peter Pettigrew, Rita Skeeter @fcrox

Emmeline Vance @notdelicatc

[zafarxtravers]

where: zabini residence who: @zabinixevelyn

An owl had been sent prior to his arrival to Evelyn's home. His parents were so gracious in allowing him a couple days to take in his new arrangement. At first he figured it was some sick joke, considering the reputation and rumour that surround the Zabini woman. Yet when the owl from his beloved parents arrived, outlining the evening to be, he was ordered to produce a ring before going over.

He crumpled the parchment and tossed it into the fire. A ring? Merlin no. Zafar would do no such thing. His eldest sister arriving minutes later, ushering him out to collect one. Allowing her to choose as she pleased, already collecting his bride-to-be's ring size from her parents.

Standing outside her front door, he glances down at the box in his, the ring tucked inside, shoving it into his pocket, before knuckles rapped at the door. He planned to get this meeting over.

It wasn't that Evelyn was not attractive, because she was, it was the fact he could not stand her attitude and the way she acted. Now, she was going to be his wife.

[thorfinnrowlex]

where: three broomsticks who: @zabinixevelyn

Thorfinn didn't know how to feel about the plan, but he had to put his trust in Emma, despite the gnawing voice in his head. With the workday ending, he made a small stop before heading back to his manor, and found a table to the side. His drink was placed in front of him, glancing around the room when his eyes fell on the woman that walked through the door.

Evelyn Zabini

He was always quite intrigued with the rumours that followed her, feeling there was more truth behind them. Their eyes locked, his head gesturing to the empty sit beside him, if she cared to join him.

[zafarxtravers]

where: the garden kew, london who: @zabinixevelyn

This was going to be their first appearance out in public together, officially, as an engaged couple; apparently they were not going to be the only ones, thank Merlin. There was this small part of him that before this day reached, there would be a dissolvement of their betrothal, but all it had ignited, was their mother's planning fiercely. Surprised on how quick they wanted the day to come. He was hoping he could at least push it off for a few years.

Zafar had been away from his date for long enough, returning to her side with two glasses of champagne. "Yours appears empty." He holds out the other one. "You look beautiful tonight." He mentioned it slightly earlier, his attention falling on her ass throughout the night.

[zafarxtravers]

where: Shafiq Manor

Who: @zabinixevelyn

It has been a week since the announcement of their engagement and Zafar kept his distance from the witch, keeping himself busy with work and others in the comfort of his bed. He had no desire to see her unless necessary and tonight was one of those. The wizard was curious how she would present them in front of both sets of parents. This was a marriage neither of them wanted and yet, there would be no turning back.

The parents were off in the study having a drink, allowing him to retreat to one of the balconies off from the living room. One of his favourite places to keep when he was growing up. A glass of scotch in hand, sat in one of the two chairs available, staring out at the night sky. He glanced over when the glass door opened once more, letting his eyes rake over the woman who entered, seeing that she finally arrived.

"I take it the house elf told you where to find me." He was not going to allow how gorgeous she looked in that dress, plans already made for when this night was over. He at least did the gentleman thing and stood up to welcome her.

[zafarxtravers]

Attending the Black/Malfoy Wedding: escorting @zabinixevelyn