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[xgeorgetteollivanderx]

She was beyond annoyed. All Georgette wanted was to go to the Apothecary, get some ingredients then go back to her safe space. This interaction is precisely why she didn't go out. Little pricks who thought they were better than everyone else roaming around causing trouble for no good reason. All she wanted was something to help with her hands. That's it. And the asshole had to be an asshole. She couldn't let him get away with it. It wasn't in her nature.

"Obviously your mother was wrong but your father had some great ideas. You should really listen to him more. Believe me. I'm nowhere in the middle. Not an ounce of me thinks you're the 'best boy,'" she scoffed. "I'm in father's camp." Him telling her she was rude like it was supposed to bother her was laughable. She lived to be rude. "Rude is my middle name and I'm not about to give it up now. Especially for the likes of you."

As he elbowed her, Georgette's anger seethed. She pushed him. "What the fuck do you think you're doing? I hadn't laid a finger on you no matter how much I wanted to. And you're telling me to be polite while you elbow me?! Fuck you!" she screamed. She saw him shoveling vile after vile into his basket. "You bloody bastard." She looked at the shelf they had been at. He hadn't gotten everything. She picked up one of the viles she needed and stormed past him headed to get another for her potion, shoulder checking him as she walked by.

Georgette's explosive attitude brought a small smirk to his lips. With everything else going on in his life, he'd been itching for bit of a fight with very little real life consequences. When everything else was so life-threateningly serious, fighting over some jewelweed in the apothecary was the exact level of stupid that he needed. "That's funny...my mother once said I was her best boy, but my father was shouting at me that I was a fucking waste of space so I guess you've met them somewhere in the middle," he said, head tilted slightly to the side. "Maybe someone should tell you to be polite. You're quite rude, actually."

A dry laugh tore from his throat and he raised his eyebrows in her direction, more than amused at the idea of his parents being any help in this situation. "Oh, I don't need mummy's help any more. I can fight my own battles," he sneered. His advice had been well intended, though he knew it wouldn't land well. "I shall keep my unsolicited advice to myself next time," he said, elbowing her as she shoved past him. Turning back to the shelf, Reg began shovelling random vials into his basket, as many as he could.

[xgeorgetteollivanderx]

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[xgeorgetteollivanderx]

Georgette laughed. She had never been in a relationship. “You could say I’m not girlfriend material, let alone wife material.” She wasn’t sure how she felt about either of those things anymore — at least the girlfriend part. There was a piece of her that wondered what it would be like to be with someone but not enough to go looking. “I wouldn’t know what to do with a person to answer to, let’s be honest,” she flashed a smirk at Sophia. “But you. You’ve got it in the bag as long as you want it.”

Sophia really did have it all. She may have still been figuring out her life but who wasn’t? Georgette was always going to be at the store, there was no doubt. And she doubted anyone “special” would enter her life so maybe she does have more figured out than most. Maybe.

“I don’t feel bad for those high class purebloods but they really do have no choice when it comes to the marriage game. I don’t know how they do it,” Georgette shrugged. “But it helps keep you in business so why complain?” she smiled.

“Ha! What makes you think I would ever change my mind?”

"Me and you both, it's been a while since I've even been in a relationship. One day, perhaps. I'm in no rush, we're both still young enough to not worry about that and simply have fun." Sophia relaxed more into the booth, enjoying her cookies and hot chocolate. It was moments like these that she enjoyed the most, just plain and simple times with the people she cared about the most.

"I think sometimes, people just feel the pressure to get married. That, just because they've been with someone a while they must do it, or because they're getting to a certain age. I don't think i'd ever want anything big though."

"You don't want one for now." Sophia stated to her. "You'll change your mind one day."

[xgeorgetteollivanderx]

Wait her turn politely? Was he fucking serious? They weren't at Hogwarts. And even if they were she would have no problem telling him where to shove it. “You’re a right pain in the ass, you know that I’m sure. Can’t be the first one to mention it.” She took a beat. “I don’t need anyone telling me to be polite.” It wasn’t in her genes.

Georgette had to fight for survival and no one was going to take that away from her, especially not some squirrely little chump with obvious privilege. "Maybe you should run and tell mum and dad on me for being a bitch."

Her face burned. "I know how to take care of myself. I don't need to go to St. Mungo's. This isn't the first time, nor will it be the last, that I take care of my hands myself. I don't need some little know it all giving me his unsolicited advice. Thanks." She pushed near him to look at the vials not giving two shits about invading his personal space.

Irritated and overstimulated from the busy shopping street, Regulus wasn't trying to be a pain to anyone else and yet the other woman's attitude immediately got his back up. Drawing on every inch of bitterness his mother taught him, Regulus stared at Georgette with a cool stare. "You're not the only one in a time crunch, so you can wait your turn politely," he said, his gaze dipping to the mess of her hands. "You can't brew in that state, surely. You might be better going to Mungos for a pre-brewed potion. These ingredients are going to do nothing for you," he said haughtily, before reaching for a vial of Jewelweed.

[xgeorgetteollivanderx]

Hearing the married couple fight over her gave Georgette hope that she would survive the night. Rabastan was unrelenting and Alecto was losing ground. It's as though her wishes were coming true. She was still in physical pain but her mental state was trying deeply to clear up. She kept her mouth shut but it wasn't soon enough. Before she knew it she was asleep, dreaming of the torture inflicted upon her. She couldn't escape it. It wasn't fair. Was it still reality or was she actually dreaming? She honestly could not tell at that point because it was so real but fuzzy at the same time.

When she finally came to she was at the shop in her loft above the shop. It was her safe space and where she had chosen to live even as an adult. It was nothing special. She didn't let people see it. The bed was on its way out, there were books strewn about the place, the carpet needed to go, her drawings of wands covered the walls -- it was dingy and not anything to write home about but it was her home. Was this a dream?

It was just then that Georgette noticed Rabastan sitting in front of her. Her eyes widened. How did he know where she lived? How did he get her there? How did he manage to be alone? The last he had heard, Alecto was still fighting. She was utterly confused. "How did I -- how are you here? What -- what happened?" Georgette sputtered out. They were small questions but her head hurt so bad she couldn't ask the right questions. She grabbed her head and squeezed her eyes shut.

When Rabastan spoke she looked at him. "Please be telling the truth. That it won't happen again. Because what if -- what if it does and I'll be obliviated like you're about to do? This hurts too much, Rabastan. I can't -- I --" she didn't know if she wanted to remember or if she wanted to forget. The part that wanted to remember was so she could hopefully prevent it again. The part that didn't, well, didn't want to remember the trauma. "Is this something I should want to remember?"

@r-lestrcnge

The air between them hung like that of a thread pulled tightly on either side and one more added tug would snap it through the middle. Alecto was not one that backed down when challenged. Her magic chaotic and dangerous, known to the wizard in front of her, aware she would not relent. She meant his gaze with the same intense message, daring him to continue. A first for them to be locked in a situation of differences.

An abrupt wave of rage rippled through her at the use of Carrow for her last name. Rabastan crossed a line that she did not care for. Eyes narrowed deadly at him, a bite to her tone laced in the words that spilled from her lips. "Call me Carrow again, and I promise you, I will make it happen." She did not appreciate it. Her freedom, her body, her life, she surrendered to him willingly, and refused to be called any other name than the one given on their wedding day.

A mix of emotions, disbelief and desire, marry to the rage coursing through her the instant he tugs at her first, pulling away the calmness she sought, attempting to use his height and strength to intimidate her. A sharp pain pulses through her stomach, a slight wince visible before straightening her posture. Alecto was annoyed by the voice of the witch on the stone slab, not daring to take her eyes of her husbands when he spoke.. "Your children and I will does not surpass the Dark Lord." The brunette corrected him, a pause in her words. "Perhaps next time, it might be of use to enlighten me on those you think are important to the cause." With a firm jerk of her arm, she pulls her wrist free, turning to look at Georgette. "Sleep." Her hand draws a z in the air, watching the woman's eyes close. "She's yours to deal with."

Her palms place on the stone slab, a moment of lingering silence, letting her arms drop to her side. A step is taken away from both the table and Rabastan, a pressure pushing against her flesh of her stomach, confusion written in her features, instantly looking down at her belly, followed by another one on the opposite side. Her hand falls gingerly in one of the spots, feeling it against her palm. "They are kicking."

@r-lestrcnge

[xgeorgetteollivanderx]

While working with her hands and the splinters that lived in Georgette's fingers was something she lived for, there were times that she had to get some of the wood out of her skin. Normally she had a brew set up for such occasions but had realized, while bleeding, that the last drop wasn't going to do what was needed to repair her skin. Damn. She hated leaving the store but she couldn't work well if her hands were to the point they had found themselves -- she had gone a little too far without healing herself properly. It would be great to say it was the first time but when it came to her work that wasn't the case nor would it be the last.

She washed her hands with soap and water then gathered her things to run to the Apothecary, rushing between people, trying to get the errand done as quickly as possible. Unfortunately when she got into the store someone was standing just where she needed to be. If Georgette had it her way she would have just shoved him out of the way and not thought twice about it but there were too many people around and she didn't want to deal with attention from others. "I don't know who you think you are but some of us are in a bit of a time crunch so if you could --" she motioned for him to shove off while trying desperately not to shove him herself.

Regulus had tried to pick a quiet time to visit Diagon Alley, but it seemed that no time these days was ever truly quiet. Even with the ongoing war, people still didn't seem to shy away from large crowds or bustling busy areas. Drawing his coat tighter around himself, Regulus tried to shrink into himself so as to not draw attention. If his parents were with him, they would chastise him for not holding himself in a manner befitting the Black heir. Slipping quietly into the Apothecary, Regulus didn't take stock of any other customers in the store as he began browsing the various bottles. At the sound of footsteps and someone clearing their throat directly behind him, Regulus straightened his spine and turned slightly. "I'm browsing this shelf at the moment, you'll have to wait."

[xgeorgetteollivanderx]

There was so much happening around Georgette. She didn’t know what to make of it. Rabastan was fighting for her against whoever her captor was; the person whose voice was still disguised. They were arguing over her being tortured. She was grateful for Rabastan in that moment. He obviously cared for whatever reason.

When he mentioned that she would be a good asset for the Dark Lord her mind screamed. Really? She should have known with their conversations. …she knew. And truthfully she was intrigued but having him saying it so blatantly was a hit in the gut. However she said nothing. He was on her side and that’s all that mattered in the moment.

Obviously her captor wasn’t moved by his words. He loosened the ropes around her wrists. Georgette breathed out a sigh of relief and her body went limp. Then they were tightened again. She winced and cried out, a tear running down her face. She was so close. All she wanted was rescue — to be lying on the slab without the ropes would even be a reprieve. She was in pain from them alone.

Alecto Carrow. It was Alecto. The two had had tea. They weren't friends by any means but she thought they had gotten over the petty attitudes that the had encountered. Why? Why her? She thought she had placated Alecto enough but there Georgette was on a freezing slab being tortured by her. Her mind swam with confusion and anger.

Georgette prayed to whoever would listen that she would make it out of there alive and without being disfigured. She was terrified of what was to come. Surely Rabastan could this fight as it didn't seem Alecto didn't want to listen to anything he had to say.

She found words. “Just take away the restraints please. Please. I’ll stay right here, I swear to it. I’m begging.” She was unsure if she was speaking to Alecto or Rabastan at that point but hopefully one of them would help her. "The Dark Lord would be so happy to have me," she said out of desperation.

@alectocarrowx or @r-lestrcnge

A slight cant of her head, the wheels turning in her brain, and Alecto lets her attention trail after her husband. The sensation of his magic tampering with hers, loosening the bonds that help keep the witch in place, set her on edge. An eerie silence fills the space between the three of them, sending a chill down her spine, and a sudden fire engulfs her.

A frustration boils inside of her by his candid words, rationality fading to the background, and her hormones, they take centre stage. "I've done less to those that have crossed me." A beat. "And you question my antics now, hm?" An insouciance to her tone.

This will not happen again.

Alecto could hear thunder behind her, eyes widen in disbelief of the tone taken with her, fuelled by all the emotions, despite her usual demeanour of desolation that normally consumed her, dictated her actions. A hand reaches wildly into the air, her magic pulsing forceful and his that tried to undo what she did, meet with her power to keep them tight.

"You want to discuss this halfblood with me, discuss." She approaches the stone table, opposite side of him, ignoring the words that come from her prey. "You want to persuade me that she will be useful to the cause, persuade me." Alecto moves around the table to stand in front of her husband. "But, you will not speak to me the way you are, nor order me about, Rabastan Lestrange." A hand reaches out to fall on one of his. "I am your equal, and you shall treat me as such."

@xgeorgetteollivanderx

[xgeorgetteollivanderx]

“Difficult and demanding — that’s one way of putting it. The nice way. More like assholes and twats.” Georgette had no filter. She didn’t think twice about how she interacted with anyone, including Sophia. But clearly the other witch didn’t have a problem with it since they had been friends for so long. Georgette certainly hadn’t changed. She’d always been that way. She had to have thick skin. It was the only way she knew to get through life.

But then there was Sophia who almost seemed the opposite of her. The pair seemed odd but that’s what made them work. They somehow found a way to get through each other’s bubbles. Georgette would never know how Sophia had done it but she had and she was grateful for it — though she rarely expressed it the way she probably should have.

“I just can’t…” Georgette trailed off. “Everyone has been getting married and I don’t get it. I don’t even know how one gets into a relationship,” she quickly corrected herself, “not that I want one…” and stuffed her mouth with the rest of her cookie.

"I understand, people can be" she paused for a moment "Difficult, and demanding. We just have to grin and bear it until we get the Galleons."

As Georgette thanked her she offered her a friendly smile, Sophia knew more than anyone what it was like to struggle financially, she had been their herself. Truthfully, she wasn't fully clear herself, some months being better than others.

She shrugged, taking her time to think for a moment she she tucked into the goodies in front of them. "Perhaps. One day. I'm not entirely sure, I guess it would all depend on the person and timing. It is just nice to think that it maybe possible one day, though I won't be holding my breath over it."

[xgeorgetteollivanderx]

Georgette scoffed. "You can really tell the people who haven't worked with the public. It's disgusting." Disgusting and true. It was something she detested. Whether it was a bakery or the wand shop, the job itself wasn't easy and having people breathing down their necks expecting what they wanted to be done right in that moment was infuriating. "The majority of the people that come in give me little hope," Georgette said, taking a sip of her hot chocolate. "Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't want to work anywhere else -- you know that the store is my life -- but it would be so much better without the people part," she smirked.

"I'll still thank you, Soph. You don't have to treat me." Georgette wasn't used to people doing nice things for her. Sophia was about the only one who did. She wasn't sure how to receive it especially because she couldn't reciprocate most of the time. She didn't have a lot of money and working at Ollivander's didn't give her a trade to offer any goods. She took a bite of her cookie, savoring every bite.

A laugh escaped Georgette. "You really want to get married? I can't fathom spending my life trying to make some person happy and having to bear children. No thank you. Not that I have anyone knocking my door down. I don't really need to worry about it, right?"

"I think the worse we get is someone who wants a custom order and get pissed off because it can't be done with 24 hours notice. Don't get me wrong Alara will try but at times it just isn't possible."

It felt good to finally sit down and enjoy their hot chocolate, she adored her job, and she'd forever be grateful that is gave her what she needed to live independently and start her own life outside the foster homes.

She left of a simply shrug. "No need to ever thank me, it seemed like we both needed this today."

Sophia hummed for a moments, her thoughts drifting away. "I don't know, i think I'd like to one day, but I don't think i would want to go for anything big and spectacular."

[xgeorgetteollivanderx]

"You're not wrong about that. I understand being attached to your wand. Obviously. It's what I do. But people don't need to be asses about it," Georgette rolled her eyes. "I'm damn good at what I do. They should know that by now. Hell, any Ollivander knows what they're doing." She shook her head as she spoke. "I can't imagine you have too many people like that who are excited to come in for a sweet."

Georgette sat at the table waiting for Sophia to finish her cleaning duties. She nibbled on her cookie. "This is just what I needed," she raised her voice so Sophia could hear her. She took small bites, savoring every one.

At last Sophia sat down with their hot chocolates. Georgette took a sip. The warmth spread down through her chest. "This is delicious. Thank you for the treat, Soph. I wouldn't be able to afford this." She took another sip and then laughed. "Yes, everyone is getting married. It's rather boring, don't you think? Why would anyone want to get married?"

There was just something that always prevented Sophia from calling her Georgette, she had obliged when they first met but ever since they grew close Georgie is just what stick, overtime Georgette just seemed to formal - though she knew she was the only person to ever get away with calling her Georgie.

She chuckled at her friend, followed by a small shrug of the shoulders. "Well, you know what people are like they get attached to their wants and they always want the perfect one. I don't think everyone full understands that our wands our perfect for ourselves."

She flicked her wants, two hot chocolates appearing upon the table by the window. Sopha finished up with what she had to do, before turning the sign to closed and swishing the door locked.

She sat down with a bit of huff, taking a sip at the perfectly tempered hot chocolate. "It has been a day today, I swear everyone is getting married, that or the whole of Diagon alley is in need of a sugar dose."

[xgeorgetteollivanderx]

Georgette could suddenly feel the trepidation of the blonde handing over her wand. Wands were one of a kind, they were special, they were an extension of the witch or wizard. She knew that. She had seen it plenty of times but she always managed to forget it until she had a customer so hesitant. This one was beyond hesitant.

She softened slightly as she took the wand. Georgette was surprised when she looked at it. She hadn’t seen anything like it. It was beautiful and obviously made elsewhere — it shouldn’t have been a shock since the witch was from somewhere else. “Your wand. It’s gorgeous,” she said, twirling it in her fingers.

She found the chip in the wood. “I will see what I can do,” she finally said. “Where did you get it?” Georgette couldn’t help but ask.

Apolline was very picky with those touching her wand, it was special to her, handmade, and this was the first time anything ever happened to it. Her eyes flicker from the witche's outstretched hand and cautiously places her wand down.

"Is special to me." A worry etched in her eyes, hoping nothing bad would happen to it. "How long fix?"

[xgeorgetteollivanderx]

Georgette laid on the freezing slab shivering and shaking. Her skin crawled and was covered with bumps. She was freezing and could feel the cold air coming from her mouth. Was it really that temperature in the room or was it just her? Was her body shutting down? Is this what dying felt like?

Why her? What did she do? Did she truly deserve this?

She couldn't think of anything that would make her a target. She was a bitch but was that really enough to torture her? She wasn't the only witch with an attitude. Did the others get tortured as well? This was pure, unadulterated pain, both physical and mental. She wanted to rub her head but couldn't move her hands.

Georgette heard someone enter the room. She could hear the sound of kissing. It was disgusting. How could someone be kissing a sociopath with a victim in the room? It had to be another sociopath. She squirmed as much as she could before hearing a familiar voice. Rabastan Lestrange. She was sure of it.

"Rabastan? Rabastan! Please -- help me!" Georgette pleaded, thrashing, ignoring her captor's voice.

@r-lestrcnge

As always, Rabastan paid Alecto's antics zero heed. He had never cared for her sadism. He merely recognised her need to cause pain and acknowledged it as an excellent force for the Dark Lord. As long as Alecto and the babies were safe from harm, he encouraged any activity that ensured her happiness. Anything to avoid dealing with her frustration or her unhappiness. He lacked the patience for it. He was working harder than ever, attempting to compensate for her absence in the ranks while also maintaining his ordinary job.

So upon returning home to discover several Death Eaters in his parlour, helping themselves to his best scotch, he was not entirely surprised. For a while, he sat with them too, attempting to decompress from a day filled with exhaustion and cursed treasures. But growing bored quickly, he made them leave as soon as he'd finished his drink, telling them he would return Alecto's victim to her rightful location himself.

Once they'd gone, he sat a while longer in the quiet, relishing the peace and calm. Then he unravelled the charms upon the silenced basement, releasing the tortured echoes of Georgette's screams and tears. Having no reaction to the noise, aside from the thought that it would not much help the headache threatening his mood, he entered and stepped behind Alecto. Finding her predictably elated, he paid her victim no attention, focussed instead on how Alecto appeared in the dim light. His wife was glorious. Full of life and passion, she was in her element. He would never limit her. Or so he thought for now.

Gripping her chin, he turned her face to his and caught her lips in a kiss. Possessive and appreciative, it was all the greeting she would get before he moved his hand to trace her stomach instead. She was growing very large, very quickly. He knew better than to tell her.

"Why this one?" he asked, nodding towards the girl on the slab. It was curiosity alone that inspired the question; a desire to understand Alecto's motivations, which lately had become more obscure.

@alectocarrowx

[xgeorgetteollivanderx]

No matter how many times Georgette had told Sophia to call her Georgette, it never took. Sophia was the only one she would let call her Georgie. It was such a sweetly sickening nickname. "It's good to see you too, Soph." Yes, she even used a nickname for her friend. One of her only friends. But the two shared more in common than what met the eye.

She didn't know the whole story but Georgette knew enough to relate. Sophia lost her parents and grew up in foster care. Georgette may not have had to go through foster care but she had to deal with knowing that no one wanted her. That her parents were alcoholics and drug addicts who chose that over her. And that her Uncle Garrick was the only one to open his doors to her. He wasn't around a lot. She grew independent -- Sophia grew independent due to her circumstance. Not an exact replica but her friend would have understood more than anyone else is Georgette had told her.

"A hectic day, yeah," she nodded, taking the cookie. "People can be so fucking demanding." She paused. She'd only meant to get the sweet and go but couldn't turn Sophia down. "A hot chocolate would be nice."

"Georgie" Sophia smiled, "It's good to see you."

"One butter beer cookie it is" she said happily, placing the cookie into one of the paper cookie bags. She took the correct change from Georgette "See, more than enough" she confirmed, placing the change into the till.

"No offence, but it looks like you've had hectic day like we have. I was just about to make myself a hot chocolate, would you care to join. My treat of course."

"You can see over in the booth, if you'd like. I've just got a couple more areas to clear up and I'll be done for the night. I swear Diagon Alley gets busier everyday."

[xgeorgetteollivanderx]

Little known fact about Georgette: she had a sweet tooth. Luckily her favorite shop was just around the corner (maybe that's why it was her favorite). The Little Tart Bakery had never let her down before and after the day she had she felt she needed to indulged herself.

Too many people had come into the shop that day being highly demanding — that was Georgette’s job. Of course she gave it back to them but it didn’t bring the joy it normally did. She was having an off day. A treat was definitely in the cards.

As she hurriedly closed down the shop she ran over to The Little Tart. Luckily it was still open, though she could see that Sophia was cleaning up. She almost felt bad for bothering her.

“Sophia,” she said with an unusual smile, “good to see you. A bitter bear cookie will do just fine.” She reached into her pocket and fiddled with the little change she had, counting it carefully. “I’m pretty sure I have enough.”

For: Any Location: Little Tart Bakery, Diagon Alley It had been a long day at Little Tart's bakery, people had come and gone all throughout day, and Sophia felt like she hadn't stopped. Her feet ached and she absolutely shattered. It was close to closing, so she took to her regular duties of cleaning down, ensuring all ingredients had been cleared away.

As she cleared down the counter tops, she couldn't but let out a stifling yawn, her attention drifted and she thought about how she longed for her bed right now.

The sounds of the chimes from the bell than hung above the entrance door brought her attention back into focus, placing the cleaning cloth onto the side before washing her hands.

"We are just about to close, their isn't much selection left but we do have some Fruit cake, Rock cake and a couple butter bear cookies left." she advised them.

"Don't worry, they haven't been sat out all day. They where only freshly baked a few hours ago but sell fast." she added.

[xgeorgetteollivanderx]

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[xgeorgetteollivanderx]

The blonde's face was full of confusion. Georgette found it quite amusing if she had to say so herself. She couldn't lie if she had to say that others being uncomfortable brought her even the slightest bit of joy. It amused her. Maybe it was a flaw in her character but she could care less about that. Georgette was who she was and never apologized for it. There was no reason to apologize for whoever a person was -- unless they were idiotic and unintelligent which unfortunately was the masses. She did try in her own Georgette way but it still came out in sarcasm and bitchy. Oh well.

The witch noticed a crack in her wand. Suddenly she was interested. She loved fixing wands. She loved seeing new wands and this was sure to be one she hadn't seen before since it didn't come from her shop. Excitement coursed through her.

"Of course I can fix it. I'm an Ollivander. That's what I do," she said, not caring if she was understood or not. She shook her still outstretched hand waiting for the wand, "but you need to give it to me," she said in a frustrated, anticipated tone.

Apolline stood in front of the brunette with her wand in her hand. There was the voice in the back of her head that was telling her to go back to France to have it looked it. It was special, one of kind, to those who had full veela relatives, a strand of her grandmother's hair in it. She didn't want to have anyone ruin it. Though, she was told good things about Ollivander's and thought she would trust the witch.

"I think crack." She held her out her wand, twisting it around until there appeared to be a tiny chip in it. The last thing she wanted was for it o hurt her magic. "You fix?" This was where she wished her English was better.

[xgeorgetteollivanderx]

The last thing Georgette had remembered about that fateful night was hearing a noise behind the shop and going to investigate. Then she woke up in her bed with blood on her sheets from the straight edged cut on her inner thigh. She remembered nothing. She didn't know how it happened nor who did the deed. She'd had to bandage herself up and deal with the searing pain on her own. Never would she let someone know the strange happening.

There she was again. The same slab but a different room. The same voice but a different timbre bouncing off the walls. The same threats but more delightful. If only Georgette had remembered that all those things were the same. She couldn't remember this happening to her before but imagined it had to have something to do with what had happened before. It had to -- it only made sense.

Georgette's breath quickened. She wished her eyes weren't covered. Beneath the sheath her eyes darted back and forth in the hopes of somehow figuring out where she was. She wanted to take it all in so she could remember. She felt weak that the scar she received was something she couldn't piece together. Not this time. She also wouldn't be hurt. Not this time.

"Who are you?" Georgette let out. "What do you want?" She wanted to ask why me? but that was too pitiful of a question. "Why have you missed me?" -- she asked completely ignoring the question of whether the aggressor was missed.

The suddenly she screamed in horror. The pain felt familiar, that she knew. She had felt it before. Her nerve endings couldn't forget it. Tears fell down her cheeks.

@r-lestrcnge

where: rabastan & alecto's manor, scotland who: @r-lestrcnge & @xgeorgetteollivanderx

It seemed fitting that Georgette would be the one to christen her dungeon, yet it was the same stone table that remained in the middle of the room. Similar to her old dungeon, this one was a tad more spacious, giving her more options of what else she wished to collect over time. This space would be where she would gather information for the Dark Lord.

The witch did have a beautiful scream, a screech that rippled down her spine and left her body vibrating, bringing forth a hunger . With how hormonal Alecto was feeling, she had faith that this session would bring the release she longed for, the chaos that desired to be free. Unable to collect her prize possession on her own, she had fellow death eaters retrieve her guest, unconscious, ample time to secure her in place and wait for her to wake.

"I've missed you," she purrs, slipping from her chair when the other starts to stir, the tip of her wand running along their arm, tonight Georgette's eyes covered, wishing to keep her mask off. "Did you miss me?" Patience was not her virtue, normally one to toy with her prey, she found the incredible urgency to inflict pain. "Crucio!" The twitching of the witches body causing goosebumps to cover her flesh.