xgeorgetteollivanderx

[xgeorgetteollivanderx]

Georgette had a million questions for Pandora but obviously the other witch didn't want to answer such questions at the present moment. However, it didn't seem like it was because she didn't like Georgette's company. It was weird. She actually seemed to like Georgette's company. And the feeling was mutual. That hardly ever happened. There was hardly anyone she got along with but maybe this was one to add to the list.

"I would love to stop by. I'm sure you'll be overwhelmed by all the questions. You think you're ready for all that?" She smirked. "In all seriousness, I'm curious. I would love to learn a new view on magic," said the eternal Ravenclaw.

"Honestly..." Georgette stumbled. "I don't know." No one had celebrated her birthday before. She never had a birthday cake so she didn't know what she liked. "If you insist then please order something you enjoy."

Pandora was surprised that someone wanted to know more about what she did. Not many did, most found what she did experimental and went against ancient magic. There was always more to learn. She was not one to stay within a box. "You can come by any time and I can try to show you." It was hard to explain what she saw and felt, leaving her feeling a little bit lonely.

The witch shakes her head at the other. "I must insist." And at least it would keep her out a little before she went home to an empty flat. "What kind is your favourite?"

[xgeorgetteollivanderx]

Georgette could feel herself being observed, both physically and mentally. If there was anything said about Bellatrix it was known that she took any and everyone in with a consideration of some kind. With Georgette she was doing it knowing that she was looking to become a Death Eater so every iota of her being was being scrutinized. She could handle it. She sat up straight and let Bellatrix take her in.

She tilted her head to the side and took the older witch in as well. If there was anything Georgette knew it was also reading people. Coming from someone who spent days and nights sitting in a common room watching others from the sidelines gave her a way into the lives of others without them knowing. From then she would have people come into Ollivander's where she gave them and worked with their wands -- the most precious magical tool any witch or wizard could own. And every wand reflected said witch or wizard. She had a unique insight -- one different than Bellatrix.

Georgette straightened her back to the point where she was almost bending backwards. She looked Bellatrix straight in the eye. "You're correct. This is not a job interview but my answer still stands. I have a book in my mind that has yet to be written. On those pages will be written words of praise and honor for doing what's right in this world. And throwing myself into the Death Eaters is what will be written on those pages if I have anything to say about it."

Rabastan had told her that Georgette was a feisty little thing. So far, Bellatrix had yet to see much of that spark. She didn't doubt her brother-in-law's opinion, but she always preferred to see things for herself before accepting them completely. She was the best judge of character, after all - particularly for the Dark Lord. Still, the girl seemed to have a backbone. She could appreciate it, as well as the obvious deference that lay between them. It was always a good sign to see a healthy helping of cautious respect in any new recruit. She had no patience for the cocky ones, more likely to rip off their balls and stuff them down their throats, than to spend any time putting them into their places. If they didn't understand the ranks from the outset, they were fucking idiots.

Facing the other witch, her stare did not falter. Eyes of bright blue roamed Georgette's expression, snapping up each tiny mannerism, consuming them avidly. She was good at reading other people, her gut instincts solid and reliable. She decided Georgette was keen indeed, but her motives were not yet clear.

"That sounds like an answer to a job interview." Leaning back, her lips curved with wry consideration. Pale fingers tapped against the bar, an instinctive sign of impatience though she was far from becoming frustrated. If anything, this was engaging. But she wanted the truth of it, not some flimsy self-sale. "This is not a job. It is a devotion. So tell me: what you desire from this? Power? Glory? Violence...?"

[xgeorgetteollivanderx]

While Georgette could normally take care of her splintered hands on her own, on occasion she had to visit St. Mungo's. This was one such occasion. She hated asking for help but her hands were incredibly torn up. They were bleeding and ripped apart. The splinters were so imbedded in her hands that she couldn't reach them. She couldn't ignore the pain anymore.

When the door opened and the Healer came in Georgette was surprised to see that it was Beck. A smile creeped on her lips. One of the only people in her life she actually got along with and had since school. So, as she hated asking for help, at least it was someone she knew and trusted.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in," she blinked through her smile. "My hands. Handling wands all day takes their damage."

Where: St. Mungo's Status: Open

This wing of the hospital wasn't busy today and yet he still answered for a long time with patients for obscure reasons. He was about to give himself a minor break when another round was handed to him. Beck didn't even look over the paperwork that the trainee left for him. Instead, he walked to the appointed room and opened the door. "Nice to meet you, I'll be your healer," he introduced with a short smile as he pulled up a chair. "So what seems to be the problem that brought you in today?"

[xgeorgetteollivanderx]

Georgette wasn't sure she wanted if she wanted to go into the Three Broomsticks or not. She stood outside the establishment in the freezing cold, arms wrapped around her to keep the chill out. Part of her wanted to go inside simply for the warmth but the other side wasn't in the mood to deal with anyone who could be belligerently drunk. Or drunk at all. But she wanted a butterbeer and a break from the shop. So she stood there contemplating whether she should stay or go.

She lowered her head, eyes down and didn't hear the door open over the whipping sound of the air. That's when she felt someone's presence too close to her. She immediately hopped backwards and jumped backwards. "Yeah, it's me," she said sarcastically as she didn't know the other witch. With her warning Georgette was about to walk back to the shop. The last thing she wanted was to be in a crowd. ...actually, maybe she could try her luck at the Leaky Cauldron. She was becoming part of that crowd after all. An interesting thought.

"It's you," Georgette said under her breath shaking her head and lighting a cigarette. It was such a stupid assumption.

who: open to all where: outside the three broomsticks when: evening

Time could fly by within an instant. Only days ago, the witch could have sworn to have celebrated the new year, suddenly a month and then some had passed. But life didn’t pause, rushing by her and everyone around her. Well, Rita had of course also kept busy. A certain story had been simmering under the surface and while preparations were reaching their highest forms, there was plenty else left in their world.

An evening she’d spent inside the Three Broomsticks: first for business, then simple pleasure. In her case she’d been listening, appearing busy with her own things all while hear ears were focused somewhere else. When she’d finally left the establishment, the fresh air hit her in strong waves. Focused on that instead of what was in front of her Rita found herself surprised, face to face with someone and just about able to avoid the crash. “Oh, it’s you.” The blonde glanced at the figure in front of her. “It’s a bit crowded in there, be warned.” A polite warning, nothing more.

[xgeorgetteollivanderx]

Bellatrix looked as if she was in devious thought. Georgette let her be. She didn't want to speak until spoken to. It only seemed right. The older witch was one who deserved that respect. It wasn't an awkward silence, it was attentive. Although she was giving the space where it was due, Georgette's mind was reeling. She wasn't entirely sure why Bellatrix was taking an interest in her. The only thing she could think of was that she knew about Rabastan's plan to recruit her. Otherwise there was no reason for the two to speak. Right? She had to come up with some purpose for their conversation.

The chuckle Bellatrix gave after Georgette spoke about her birthday immediately made her self conscious. She didn't want to be seen in a certain way. There was no way she would be seen as an equal. Georgette knew that. However, she wanted to be seen as having just as much potential as anyone -- no, as more than anyone. She wanted to be seen as high on the totem poll she was on. If she was going to do this, she was going to give it her all.

Bellatrix smiled. It didn't seem to fit her face which made it that much more intimidating. Georgette took a deep breath and blinked slowly. The sound around them ceased to exist. The moment of truth had come -- why she wanted to talk to Georgette. She had butterflies in her stomach but held her own, sitting up straight with a stern face. She was ready.

The witch turned her body to face Bellatrix, one elbow on the bar. "I'm not going to bullshit you with the answers you've probably already heard. I will bring my open mind, ready to learn all the ways of being a Death Eater and learning how to serve the Dark Lord," said the former Ravenclaw. "I have a clean slate in my mind equipped with the tools to become someone worthwhile and can bring knowledge to the cause," she said with a confident smile.

Bellatrix had to give Georgette credit where it was due. She wasn't completely crumpling with nervous uncertainty. The desire to force that discomfort into blazing glory still rang true and tantalisingly beneath her chest, but Bellatrix settled for pushing her natural agenda aside. If this witch was worth her weight, it would not do to torment her - yet. The cause came first. A little mild intimidation was good for the soul, and never did anybody too much harm. But fear would be detrimental. Let her sign-up first, then time would tell if she required more.

The blush, however, made her openly chuckle. She wasn't sure why Georgette was embarrassed about a birthday. Neither did she care. So she said nothing further, only considering that this reaction could perhaps be something to use in the future, if she could decipher its meaning. Slowly, she popped the other olive into her mouth, swallowing her own smile and returning her expression back to one of seriousness. Meeting the other witch's stare, she no longer moved.

"Mm. He can be charming when he puts his mind to it." So could his brother. Though they were markedly different in many ways, charm ran rife through the Lestrange males. She smiled again. It was a muted gleam, intently studious, not a shred of genuine mirth to be seen. Flicking her wand, she silenced the surroundings, shielding their conversation from prying ears. "Let us speak openly. What do you hope to achieve by joining us? What will you bring to the Dark Lord?"

[xgeorgetteollivanderx]

Bellatrix’s mannerisms were intimidating. She wouldn’t be Bellatrix without that being the case. Georgette wanted nothing more than to impress the witch. She wasn’t entirely sure why but it felt important. It felt like it was a test of sorts. Had Rabastan put Bellatrix up to this? To see how she would react to the frightening woman? Perhaps. She did say she would be interested in becoming a Death Eater and Bellatrix was the definition of a Death Eater. Georgette could do this. She had to. Who knew what would happen if she failed. Failure wasn’t an option. It was never an option for Georgette.

She crinkled the card in her hands even more when the other witch said that’s how she knew it was her birthday. She thought she had balled it up enough to not be recognizable but obviously it wasn’t if Bellatrix could tell what it was. Her cheeks flushed. “Yes. My birthday. It’s a card from my uncle,” she said lifting the ball of paper.

Bellatrix was eating the olives from her drink. Even that was intimidating. How could someone be so masterful at being unnerving Georgette didn’t know but the complex answer was sitting beside her.

Georgette made sure she sat straight up, looking Bellatrix in the eye. “I’m glad to hear that Rabastan has spoken well of me. He’s become a staple of sorts in my world. Has brought things out of me that I didn’t know were there.” She admitted honestly. “I do try to be clever. I do my best with what’s in front of me. Particularly professionally.”

There was nothing more delicious than nervous subterfuge. Watching Georgette's admittedly noble efforts to compose herself, Bellatrix's black heart picked up a few hasty beats, skipping and thudding like persistent knell within her own ears. Her smile remained wickedly pliant, lips twitching as she contained a bristling laugh. It was very tempting to wrench this witch towards true fear, just to see if her tongue would remain so tightly tied. She doubted it would. Everybody screamed under a good curse or two.

Reaching for a bowl of bar snacks, she took a cocktail stick and sharply stabbed an olive. "The card," she said blithely, holding up the olive like a speared victim while sliding her wine glass onto the bar with the other. "I could see it from across the room." There was a pause while she popped the fruit into her mouth, then took another sip of her drink.

It wasn't a necessary break. She needed no time to think, and was not very interested in snacking. But exacerbating the tension amused her to no end, so she pierced another olive and sat there with it poised between her long fingers.

"All good things. Rabastan seems quite fond of you." A sly glance, and a dismissive arch of a slender eyebrow. "Platonically, of course. Or perhaps professionally. You're a clever little thing, apparently."

[xgeorgetteollivanderx]

“Darkness? That’s so interesting. I would love to hear more about what you do. There aren’t many things that catch my attention but this certainly has. What other types of things do you have? Anything as beautiful as this object? What made you get into this?” Georgette looked down. “I’m probably asking too many questions. I’ll just have to stop by sometime,” she waved her hand in the air. It was intriguing that Georgette was falling down a darker hole. The Death Eaters, dark objects. Was something happening to her she never expected? It seemed so.

“Cake? Oh no. Really. You don’t have to do that.” She secretly liked the idea. She had never gotten a proper birthday cake but because of that she also felt that it would be an imposition. “I don’t want to be too much trouble. It’s really okay.”

Pandora glanced down at the letter opener, even though she'd be inclined to let the other touch it, it was very rude to ask about blood statues. There was a heavy curse on it for those that were not pureblood, and she was trying to tweak it, dull the effect, but it would take time. "We do have stuff like this. But until I have studied it properly, I cannot let anyone else touch it." Her head nods. "What would appear to be mundane objects hold a darkness to them." She had a lover for the dark arts.

She did not have many friends, hardly any, but looking at the woman across from her, if she was in the same boat, the last thing she would want to do is let them spend their birthday alone. "This isn't something I normally do, but you have to let me. Maybe some cake too."

[xgeorgetteollivanderx]

Georgette watched as she played with the letter opener. For some reason she couldn’t take her eyes off it. It’s as though she was transfixed by its beauty. It was soothing, calming even. “If you have things like that at your store then I must say I’ve been missing out.” She had heard of Cobb and Webb’s but honestly didn’t know what kind of store it was. “What other types of objects do you get?” Georgette was thoroughly interested.

“I don’t know if celebrating is the right word. Just came for a butterbeer. But please, you really don’t need to get me anything. I don’t drink-drink.” Georgette was almost caught aback at the fact that she was being rather friendly with the witch. It was new.

Pandora looked down at the letter opener, still curious what she might be able to do with the current curse wrapped around it, carefully weaving different parts of the spells threads together. "I work at Cobb and Webb's, we can interesting items all the time." She had a love for the Dark Arts, for dark magic. It called to her. "You should come by one time."

"You are out here celebrating by yourself?" That didnt' seem fair, or right. "Here, let me get you a birthday drink."

[xgeorgetteollivanderx]

There was sheer shock when Bellatrix Lestrange sat next to Georgette. The two hadn't had much interaction so she wondered why she was graced with the witch's attention. Gulping heavily Georgette didn't speak as the stool was being pulled back. She kept her eyes straight initially, trying to make it seem as though everything was fine and that it was no bother that the one pulling up a seat was Bellatrix. She didn't want to come across as weak. Georgette wasn't weak but anyone in Bellatrix's gaze could be considered so. She knew that much. The stories about the witch were enough to make the hair on her neck stand up and send a chill down her spine. But she must remain cool, calm and collected. If she could be so with familiar with Rabastan surely she could pull herself together for Bellatrix.

With an exhale was when she set her gaze on the fiery one. She could think of nothing to say so just nodded. Good way to start the interaction, Georgette, she thought to herself. Hopefully it would come across as her not being bothered by who it was. Hopefully. But she doubted it.

"Oh," Georgette stuttered at the gesture, "how did you know?" The card had been crumpled in her hand. She made sure of that. What was the trickery? "You've heard a lot about me? Do I dare ask what you have heard?" No doubt it was from Rabastan. Or worse, Alecto. She was nervous.

Mere coincidence brought Bellatrix and the Ollivander witch into the same bar, today. Seated beside the fire, Bellatrix had been nursing a large glass of wine with her most dearly beloved company: silence and solitude. Time was ticking and she did have somewhere else to be, and something else to do. But she could spare a few minutes for this woman who had caught Rabastan's eye. She was not the type of witch that would ever interest Bellatrix Lestrange. But as loathe as she was to admit, she did trust her brother-in-law's judgement sometimes.

So she rose from her seat effortlessly, yet conveying the type of inconvenienced reluctance commonplace to one of her status, as though her decision to approach were somehow Georgette's very own fault, for how dare she possess the gall to interrupt her thoughts from afar. Well, Georgette had better appreciate her attention.

Pulling out a stool, she paid no heed to the lusty scrape of wood against stone and sat down, perched on the edge like a cat primed to pounce. Her attention was unfaltering, scanning both Georgette's semi-hostile attitude and the card gripped between her fingers. Resting an elbow atop the bar, she broke a steadily expanding smile and raised her wine glass in a symbolic toast.

"Happy birthday, Ollivander. I've heard a lot about you."

[xgeorgetteollivanderx]

Georgette saw the object in the witch's hand. It was fascinating and beautiful. The colors were mesmerizing. She could hardly take her eyes off it. She wondered what it was. Surely there was a curse or spell around it but what was the question. She was all about wands but did have a curiosity when it came to spells and curses. If there were any other job she would have chosen for herself it would have been a curse breaker. But that was nothing she shared. She didn't want anyone to think she wanted anything other than what was being handed down to her. "That's beautiful," Georgette finally got out, pointing to the letter opener. "How does one come across something like that?"

She hadn't noticed that the card had opened just enough to see the Happy Birthday written on it so when the witch asked if it was her birthday Georgette blushed and curled the card in her hand. "Erm -- yes, I suppose it is."

Pandora finished up with work and with a new item to fixate on, she popped into the three broomsticks, taking a seat at the bar, ready to order a glass of wine, and she allowed herself the opportunity to indulge on the letter opener that had came in the other day. There was a curse around it, one that didn't affect her, but the mix of colours that bounced off the threads of the spell fasnicated her.

It was catching sight of the corner of her eye someone looking at her, that she pulled herself away and twisted her head. She gave a small nod, not sure if she should say something, feeling there was no need, but then she caught the card that had happy birthday on it.

"Is it your birthday?"

[xgeorgetteollivanderx]

Georgette watched Rabastan. He was considering her. She could see it in his face. He may as well have been eyeing her up and down but his eyes lingered on her face. It was more intense than the former would have been. He was looking inside her. Georgette moved on her bed, lifting herself with her hands at her sides and her head down. It’s not that she felt uncomfortable, she felt exposed. Between being tortured and confessing she would join the Death Eaters, what more could she say or do? Rabastan saw her at her weakest and possibly at one of her strongest. It was an odd feeling, one she’d never experienced before. Then again, Alecto saw it too…

She looked up at the man and listened to him. Would Alecto really listen to him? He seemed so sure, so positive. For some reason Georgette had had a hard time not believing anything Rabastan had to say. It was like he was under a spell but she wasn’t. She nodded as he spoke unable to form words.

When she was finally able to speak and heard the words come out of her mouth -- I want to serve -- she was nearly in disbelief. She never would have imagined herself picking a side in the war but even with a headache from hell she could tell she was being honest. There was something alluring about the proposition she and Rabastan had often spoken of. "No other way," she shook her head in agreement.

Then the time came. Georgette passed out and when she came to there was a giant hole in time that had disappeared.

[ END ]

Rabastan had complete faith in Alecto's word. He'd known the witch all his life. Their bond was one that could not be broken, especially not by something as trivial as a halfblood's torture. So he made his assertion with pure conviction. What he did not tell Georgette, was that such torture could come from the hands of others should she make mistakes within the ranks. The Dark Lord did not suffer fools. He did not suffer anything. But this witch surely had enough brains to know the dangers of this path. It would not be plain sailing. It would be like steering a raft in a storm-swept ocean. But she could do it. He believed in her.

"I trust Alecto completely," he told her honestly. "She keeps her word, as do I. We do not break promises made to each other. If I'd told her that we'd been speaking, she would not have touched you in the first place."

He saw the surprise in her expression, perhaps only visible due to her headache. She was vulnerable. It was a risk to ask this question while she was in this state; she may say only what he wanted to hear, to get him out of her home. But there seemed little point in her being dishonest, for he would obliviate her and leave, whichever answer she gave. It was not his design to enlist her by force. He had made that clear. Regardless of her motive, her answer wreaked a smile upon his lips. It spread with pure and keen satisfaction.

"You won't regret it," he told her, his voice rich with faith. "This path is noble. We must preserve our magical integrity. There is no other way." Sitting back in his chair, he considered her again, his eagerness fading as he anticipated what would come next. "I really do regret this." Pointing his wand, he obliviated her wordlessly.

[xgeorgetteollivanderx]

Georgette was glad to have made her point. She knew Sophia would come around to see her point. It was part of what brought the two together. They made each other see things in different ways. It was in a way that didn't rub Georgette the wrong way. Sophia had the softness but backbone to handle her friend's choice words and thoughts.

"I'm glad to hear that you wouldn't take any shit from anyone that would want to be in a relationship with you. You don't deserve to have to take care of someone. At least -- well, it would be different if you were old and disease and all that stuff. But that's a whole different kind of taking care of but I'm sure you know that." Georgette nodded her head as she spoke. "But you deserve someone who will look out for you. You can take care of yourself and they should respect that and let you live your own life on your own terms but if the time were to come that you needed anything this mystery person should damn well be first in line to handle the situation. ...or second in line because I would be there in point two seconds." She finished her hot chocolate.

"Yes, we agree that I'm a bitch," Georgette's lip curled in amusement. She felt a warmth inside of her hearing that Sophia would stand by her if anyone tried to change her. The last thing Georgette wanted in life was for anyone to change who she was. That's how she always had been and having someone -- Sophia -- in her corner felt right. "We'll see if someone can tame the bitch within." She shook the crumbs from her fingers and scooted her chair from the table. "Well, it's getting late. Need to head back. Till next time."

[ END ]

Sophia sat back into the chair, hand running through her hair as she listened to Georgette explain how she saw couples. In a way she was right, Sophia had seen it many times herself, especially in the bakery. The wives where always the one running around making sure everything was sorted and ordered, where the husbands, well most the time they'd leave it till the last minutes and be in a mass panic.

She was correct though, was really was love? Even Sophia, wasn't so sure on that one. "I guess you're right, there does seem to be a lot of looking after. However, if that was ever the case for me, they'd be shown the door." she paused for a moment, finishing off the last of her cake and hot chocolate.

"I spent way too much of my childhood caring for others, I mean most where just kids themselves too but there is no way I am going to go back to that. Whoever I end up with, if i do. Then they'll need to be able to care for themselves."

"That you are" she agreed, jokingly. "But I wouldn't change you for the world, I adore you just the way you are. If anyone tried to change that, I'd be their ass" she laughed. "Look, whoever you end up with, when that happens, it'll be the right person. The one and only that can handle the bitch within."

[xgeorgetteollivanderx]

where: three broomsticks. who: open.

It was Georgette's birthday. She wasn't too keen on the day seeing as how the person who gave birth to her gave her up but there was always a tiny bit of something that she appreciated about the day, though she hated admitting it. She had come so far from the parents who dropped her at Uncle Garrick's door. She was now twenty-six. Where had the time gone?

She decided, perhaps against her better judgment, to go to the Thee Broomsticks. She had a sweet tooth, something most people didn't know about her. She longed for a butterbeer. So she went. A treat to herself on her birthday regardless of the fact that she didn't have much money on her.

Uncle Garrick had left her a birthday card on her nightstand, something he did every year. she kept every card. For some reason she brought it with her, wanting to read over the loving words over and over again.

"One butterbeer," she said to the barkeep as she sat down at the bar. Twiddling her thumbs and opening the card Georgette saw someone choose to sit next to her. It was her day so why did she have to socialize? Georgette closed the card and just looked at the person and nodded.

[xgeorgetteollivanderx]

Georgette began to fume so much so that she couldn't speak anymore. She didn't even understand why she was so angry. It was just one of those days and she wasn't having it. This was supposed to be a quick trip but the little gnome made it otherwise. Her eyes were rolled to the back of her head during the entire interaction.

Upon his mention of Georgette's mother, she gave him a death glare. No words. No one talked about her parents. Not because she cared about them but because they didn't care about her and left her at her uncle's feet. It wasn't like it was common knowledge but it always stung whenever they were mentioned. She had a hard exterior but some things penetrated it easier than others. Her mother did hate her. Georgette couldn't breathe but refused to lose eye contact.

She felt the vial leave her hand. At that her fist clenched. She wanted to punch him, show him who was boss. Her voice had lowered to a quiet anger. "I have to be polite? You're stealing all the vials. I assume the patrons would prefer to be able to retrieve their goods than worry about me yelling at a leprechaun."

It was almost too good. The woman had barely needed any pushing at all before she exploded off a cliff edge in fury, and Regulus couldn't hold back his smirk. It was so easy, and he had hardly a care in the world for the other patrons in the store as he continued poking the angry bear. "Oh, daddy dearest has lots of good ideas...it's hard to listen to him though when his dulcet tones are drowned out by my mother's shrill shrieking. Its a wonder I still have eardrums at all," he mused nonchalantly. "Your mother gave you 'rude' as a middle name? She must hate you."

Adrenaline was thrumming through his veins as she shoved him, and he shot her a shit-eating grin as she screamed, entirely unbothered by her sudden increase in volume. "Yes, you should be polite. You're bothering the other patrons with your shrieking," he said smoothly, continuing to pile random potions ingredients in his basket. With a keen eye, he watched what she picked up and as she walked away, Regulus pulled his wand out and subtly cast a vanishing spell on the vial in her hand. The rest of the vials were his, and he cast a quick protection spell over the basket to prevent her from magically stealing one from him.

[xgeorgetteollivanderx]

"Oh, my dear little Sophia. Have you ever sat back and really watched couples? I guess there's a positive about being a wallflower. I see people. And people do need to be watered like a plant. It's sad really. Relying on someone else for so much. Why not just make things happen for yourself? Wouldn't that be easier?" It was a bit lonely but Georgette had her store, she had her wands, she had her mind and books and notebooks with notes about wands she wanted to create. She didn't have many people in her life but she had plenty to keep her happy. "What's love anyway? Not like I've ever really known it so why start now?" The eternal pessimist.

"I'm glad you're not to be set up with a marriage. Find someone for yourself. I'm positive you'll find someone wonderful. And if you don't then I'll have to cause hell because there's no way anyone unworthy is going to be with my best friend," she took a stern sip of her hot chocolate as if to emphasize the statement.

Georgette couldn't help but laugh. "Well, if you have any ideas about who I should be with speak now or forever hold your peace. I'm a handful and a right bitch." She paused for a moment. "So, any ideas?"

Sophia laughed at her comment over not knowing what to do with a person. "It isn't like they're like a plant or a dog, you don't have to look after them or make sure they're growing. Most humans can care for themselves." she teased, though she knew what Georgette was getting at.

"I think in the end, we all find someone. Some sooner than others but always at the right time. At least, that is how I try and see it. For me, right now I am way too young to be married."

Sophia shrugged "You're right, I never understood the whole needing to be married because of your blood. I'm pure too, but I can't imagine my parents ever forcing something like that upon me - at least I'd like to think they wouldn't do that."

She sat quiet for a moment, attempting to think back to what little she could remember about her parents. Pondering if they would have ever been that type, or simply allowed her to find her own love. All she knew it that they met and married young, both pure bloods and housed in different houses during their time at Hogwarts. She longed to know more.

"I just know, one day you will change your mind and I'll take pure joy in saying I told you so."

[xgeorgetteollivanderx]

Georgette tried to relax. She was safe for the time being. Rabastan was being gentle with her, reassuring her that this torture would never be a thing she had to go through again. That her body and mind wouldn't ensure so much pain. It almost seemed like he cared. She didn't think he had it in his bones to care but it appeared like he was doing the best he could and it was helping. Her breathing was slowing and her heart was slowing down, taking its time of course, but giving her some reprieve nonetheless. Though her head was still throbbing with unbelievable pain. Her eyes were still squeezed shut as if she was begging it to stop. "A potion would be good. It hurts so much," she refused to let herself cry.

When Rabastan passed her a glass of water, Georgette heard the sound and opened her eyes. She grabbed for it and took a sip. Then another sip. At that point she was willing to try anything. "Thank you," she quietly said. "But -- can I ask frankly? -- how do you know it won't happen again? You didn't know it happened this time until you stumbled into the room. Alecto is crafty to say the least. And she seems to have it out for me." She meant no disrespect but sheer curiosity. They were married but was that enough to stop his fiery wife? She took another drink.

Rabastan got down to business and Georgette was surprised. Of course he brought her home on purpose. An ulterior motive. But didn't everyone have ulterior motives? The Dark Lord. She had thought about it. More than she would admit to anyone she cared about -- Sophia. Her head was hurting but now she had to use it to answer Rabastan's question. Georgette couldn't say no to the man who had saved her. And her own thoughts had been eating away at her. She mustered the courage.

"Yes. I want to serve."

@r-lestrcnge

Alecto's charm was potent. Georgette woke disorientated and he tolerated her efforts to regain awareness. He was surprisingly calm. Having been more angry than for a long time, he had now refocussed his attention onto this task. He would not let his work go to waste. Neither would he allow Alecto's victim truly to go free, and he would use this night to his advantage. Something good ought to come of it. He would ensure it.

"Alecto sent you to sleep then I brought you here," he told her, watching as she clutched her skull. He was not a kind man. But he could be merciful when the mood struck; when he saw something worth protecting. "When I get home, I will have an elf bring you a potion for that headache."

He had never seen such raw emotion in this witch. It was illuminating and refreshing, though it was caused by trauma and so he knew he would likely not see it again. It was a strength to conceal - or suppress - such feelings. He knew he was correct to recruit her. Now that she understood his aim openly, he would push her through a few more hoops before he left.

"I am telling the truth. If I wanted to conceal this whole thing, I would not be sitting here speaking with you. It will not happen again." Reiterating the promise, he then passed her a glass of water and gestured for her to drink it. She would feel improved afterwards. He wanted her as coherent as possible. "You don't need to remember this." For the sake of their anonymity, it was not a choice. But equally, there was no point in keeping her memories. It would only bring her distress. "But now let us speak freely. You heard what I said - I would like you for the Dark Lord. I would like you to use your skills for his purpose. You and I have discussed it enough by now. You know my beliefs and my goals. I think we have the same intentions. But if you do not wish to serve, tell me now and I will leave you alone. I do not want to recruit an unwilling follower. That would not be efficient."

[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.