evergreen [hanna]

[FELIX CICERO TELLER]

16 December 2027

After Hanna had agreed to be his date for the Ministry party, Felix had understandably stressed about what to wear. He'd asked Fee's help, and eventually they'd settled on a forest green set of dress robes. Fee said it complemented his pallid complexion, and Felix disapparated without another word. The day of the party, Felix had doubted his choices at least four times, consumed three glasses of his favourite whisky, and turned up on Hanna's doorstep ten minutes early.

They hadn't had the chance to speak much since the festival and since Felix had turned down her invitation to a night cap. He felt like it was the right decision at the time, and stood by it still. But he missed Hanna's effortless ebullience, her light hearted-ness and her optimism. They'd exchanged a few messages and Felix had dutifully liked every Instagram post that Hanna posted. He'd even received a message from Madeleine that he'd ignored. Felix just wanted to enjoy the evening with a lovely girl.

Once Felix's patience had worn out less than two minutes later, he tapped on the door. He summoned a Christmas bouquet of flowers, with a variety of red and white blooms. Felix ran his fingers through his hair nervously, and managed to school his face into a relaxed pose when Hanna greeted him. "Happy Christmas, Hanna," said Felix, offering her a shy grin. "These are for you. But we should get going. You look..." Felix paused, giving himself time to take in the vision before him. "No words strong enough come to mind," he said at last, his eyes flicking up to meet hers.

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[hanna horváth]

The rate that time flew by at times made Hanna’s head spin. It has been a couple of months since the last time Hanna saw Felix at the music festival. There was a slight suspicion she wouldn’t hear from him again after she allowed herself to get too loose with Felix. They locked lips countless times that night, leading Hanna to have plenty of expectations that ended of falling short. She was almost positive she’d bring him home that night to have her way with him but he continued to resist her. Hell, maybe that’s just how the cookie crumbled when getting involved with a overworked ministry official..

When Hanna got the invite from Felix to be his plus one at his work party, she found herself filled with excitement and anticipation for the fateful night. She worked hard two nights leading up to the event constructing her own custom red, floor length gown, with a hint of a sparkle. Tonight she felt glamours, she was excited to be Felix’s unofficial arm candy, knowing he’d treat her like a proper gentleman. He always made sure she got home safe and felt pretty.

Hanna scurried to the door, opening wide as she crashed into his arms with a burst of affection. ”Hi Felix! Ooh!! You clean up nicely.” she beamed, warmth spreading to her cheeks as her eyes met his. He extended a bouquet of festive red and white roses. ”Thank you!” she gave him a squeeze, kissing him on both cheeks warmly. Hanna admired the flowers with a dramatic wiff, smiling with an over dramatic heavenly smile. Butterflies fluttered wildly in her stomach, causing her to already erupt with a case of nervous giggles. The blonde set the flowers down on the table next to the door and grabbed her bag, ”Lets go!” she exclaimed, ”We gotta get there early so we can warm up the dance floor...” she joked with a playful, confident air. Hanna was excited to dance with one of her most favorite people again.

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[FELIX CICERO TELLER]

Felix, as was very unlike him, had spent a great deal of time sorting out his dress robes for this event. He was keen to look his best for Hanna, who was a fashion designer. He'd been delighted to hear that she had indeed taken his advice and started her own brand, and he couldn't wait to see the designs. He'd never shown an interest in such material ideas before, but there was just something about Hanna. She made Felix want to try new things, to push his comfort and to take risks. There was no other option in his mind for this evening - it had to be her, and he had to impress her.

As ever, Hanna was delighted to see Felix. He laughed as she crashed into his arms, before appreciatively eyeing the bouquet he'd gotten her. His cheeks heated as he took a moment to feast his gaze on her - the striking red dress against her creamy skin was doing wonders to his imagination. "Stunning. Beautiful. Incredible. Marvelous," said Felix, grinning down at her. He swooped in and pressed a gentle kiss to her soft lips. "I couldn't resist," he added with a chuckle. He nodded in agreement, but grimaced as she mentioned the dance floor. Felix thought about reminder her how he wasn't the most fluid of dancers, but he knew Hanna would insist he simply hadn't tried hard enough.

Felix took Hanna's hand and twisted on the spot. They appeared in an alleyway, and Felix led Hanna to the hidden entryway to the Ministry. You'd think they'd book out some swish hotel, but Felix wasn't complaining. He was pleased to even have a party to go to, despite much austerity within the structure. "Don't suppose they'll be playing our rave music, will they?" asked Felix with a smirk, glancing at Hanna. Merlin, she was a sight to behold. He had to practically pick his jaw off the floor as they stepped into the atrium.

The atrium was bedecked in red, green and gold. But somehow, it didn't look gaudy at all. It was decorated exquisitely, with a quartet of polished looking wizards playing smooth jazz in the corner. Witches and wizards in black robes wound between the ministry workers, ensuring all was to their liking. Platters of hors d'oeuvres and champagne floated lazily above the heads of the chatting crowd, sleek and auspicious. Felix raised a brow before glancing again at Hanna. "Think I'll need a few drinks before we can dance to this," he murmured into her ear, before snatching two flutes of champagne from a passing tray and handing one to her. He tipped the glass towards her. "Give us a toast, mademoiselle," said Felix, his grey eyes sparking with intrigue.

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[hanna horváth]

Felix pulled Hanna into a quick kiss, stating that he couldn’t resist, all after showering her in a string of compliments. Hell, he sure knew how to make the butterflies in her stomach go into an absolute frenzy. Hanna melted into a puddle as she gave him a quick kiss back, ”I’m glad you did!” she squealed with delight, face going red with excitement as she gazed at him for a moment too long. As much as she’d love to kiss him all night with the front door of her flat wide open, they had an elite party to get to. Hanna was excited to see what kind of people she’d rub elbows with that night with Felix by her side. She was curious to see how Felix interacted around coworkers and friends. That was something very important to her.

As Felix took her hand, they twisted and her world became a blur before her feet were planted on the floor again. They appeared in an alleyway near the venue where smooth jazz was playing from the inside. Everyone was dressed their very best in festive gowns socializing, laughing, and drinking. It looked like a proper party.

”Oh, this is amazing.” She gaped with wide eyed joy. Hanna stayed close to Felix, anchored to him with laced fingers as they made their way over to the bar. He requested a toast and she stared off thoughtfully, ”In Hungary we say ’Egészségedre’…” she declared dramatically, raising her glass. But she knew that didn’t exactly roll off the tongue so the blonde beamed at Felix, erupting with a giggle, ”To health, wealth, and happiness.” she said, clicking her glass with his gently before taking a generous sip of the bubbly.

Hanna looked around the room slowly, unsure of what to do with herself with a room full of Ministry works. She knew she had to behave and she didn't want to embarrass Felix so she wouldn't run to the dance floor and pretend she could Krump dance as she normally would. "This is definitely more of a waltz than fist bump situation.." she stated, smiling sweetly, holding her glass daintily by the stem as she roved over his handsome features. The way he spoke and looked at her made her fee like she was the only girl in the world, which she knew as silly, but it was a lovely feeling.

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They arrived to the party without incident, and stepped into the Atrium that was transformed for the occasion. There was a band on a stage and lavish decorations, whilst various ministry officials mingled around a mostly empty dance floor. There was the odd couple or two waltzing about in a swish of silken dress robes, and Felix instinctually knew that Hanna would want to get herself there as soon as possible. Felix steered Hanna towards the bar, but they were intercepted by a floating tray of champagne. Felix snatched two glasses, passing one to Hanna before requesting a toast.

Smirking, Felix raised his glass to her before taking a sip. It bubbled indulgently on his tongue, warming him from the inside out. "Merlin, that's good," he muttered, mostly to himself. "I wonder how the other language families work, in terms of spells," said Felix thoughtfully. "Like a cheers in a different language - fundamentally it is the same thing. But our spells like lumos and protego and expecto patronum are all based on the indo-european language family. I wonder if it's the same for say, sino-tibetan languages?" Felix mused. He grinned guiltily as he looked at Hanna. "Sorry, that was a dreadfully boring line of thought," said Felix, wrapping a protective arm around her waist. "Come, I see some colleagues. I'd like you to meet them," said Felix, guiding Hanna towards a few other unspeakables.

"Heleen, Jordan, lovely to see you here. This is Hanna," said Felix as they approached a pair of blonde witches tittering over glasses of champagne. "Heleen works with me in the department of mysteries, and Jordan is an obliviator," Felix explained. Heleen, lovely and thoughtful as always, greeted Hanna kindly, placing a kiss of greeting on her cheek. "Lovely to meet you, Hanna. Never thought Felix would plant his feet on the ground long enough to find a stunner like you," said Heleen with a wink. Jordan, the more standoffish of the pair, merely inclined her head, but offered a smile to Hanna. "Don't suppose you've seen Victoire around?" asked Felix of the girls, who both shook their heads. Felix nodded, and the pair took their leave. "I think Heleen is the nicest unspeakable to step foot down there, " he murmured into her ear. "Let's get another drink," he added, keen for some of the expensive whisky that was free for them.

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[hanna horváth]

Hanna thanked Felix as she accepted the glass of bubbly from his grip. They clicked glasses and Hanna took a generous but graceful swig, satisfied with the way it delicately danced on her tongue. Felix was going on a nerdish tangent on the fundamentals of languages, causing her to bubble with laughter. ”In Hungary, it’s a little different. Like, Scourgify for instance… its incantated as ‘Tisztító bozót’ translates to “clean scrub” in Hungarian.” she explained to him, always eager to share about her culture back home. ”Wandless magic is also very common where I’m from..when I went to school it was the first time I saw a wand in person. Now I love them, they’re like accessories.” she rambled on excitedly, feeling her cheeks turn red. When she was nervous she talked too much. Luckily there was alcohol everywhere she turned to soothe those nerves.

Felix spotted out two pretty blondes chatting and led her over to introduce her to them. The first chatty woman pulled her in, kissing both cheeks, ”Hi! It’s a pleasure meet you ladies!” she greeted genuinely, giving each of them a squeeze. She was excited to meet anyone who Felix threw at her that night. Coworkers were often like second family, considering you spent more time with them than actual family in most cases. Heleen called her a stunner, joking how she was surprised how Felix was able to snag her, since his head was typically in the clouds pondering the workings of the universe. Her expression brightened, ”Aw, thanks. Aren’t I a lucky lady!” she chirped with a spreading smile, truly meaning it. ”I’m so glad he did! ” she bubbled happily with a giggle as she squeezed his arm, looking up at Felix with a cheerful smile. They hadn’t officially put a label on themselves yet but she was keen on the idea. She was willing to play along at a work party, that was fun. Her eyes widened with girlish excitement. ”Oh my gawwwd, I love your shoes!” she squealed in a typical fashionista manner, never withholding a compliment to another woman with great fashion sense.

They stepped away from the two blondes and made their and toward the counter with whiskey. ”They’re so sweet..” she exclaimed to him, turning to Felix with a sweet smile before her head cocked to the side curiously. ”Who’s Victorie?” she asked in a whisper, attempting to mask any jealousy in her tone. Though naturally, Hanna was very jealous.

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Felix was glad that he'd finished his drink before Hanna's comment about wands being like accessories. As it was, he snorted with laughter, nearly choking on his own tongue. "Imagine being able to change your wand to suit your outfit. Can't be mixing brown wand wood with black accessories, can we?" said Felix with a smirk. Felix touched the side of her hip, gently guiding Hanna to meet some of his colleagues. All three of the young women introduced themselves politely, with Heleen gushing over how stunning Hanna was.

The back of Felix's neck burned, and he was sure his cheeks were flaming as well as Hanna glanced at him with those massive blue eyes of hers. He swallowed thickly and offered her a thin smile in response. They exchanged a few more pleasantries, before they took their leave. "Yes, I'm... I'm lucky to know Heleen. She helped me through a rather difficult time..." said Felix. He hadn't mentioned Melody - Lúthien, he supposed - since their first meeting. It had been nearly two years now, since everything had transpired. Felix didn't like to be reminded of the pain that had followed one rash decision, nor the sheer euphoria it had brought. He was a different person now, or so he liked to think. More open to things, more willing to try. Not someone who smashed all of his preconceptions in one fell swoop.

Felix sighed deeply as Hanna asked about Victoire. "She... works in the department of mysteries too. We're both sort of in the running for the head of the department, running it together at the moment. Though she's about your age and has a quarter of the experience I do. But she used to be Minister of Magic," said Felix with distaste. "She's a Weasley. You know how nepotism works, I'm sure," he added with an air of disdain. He'd benefitted somewhat from his father's status within the wizarding world, but he'd worked hard in his role. He had been offered an internship with the ministry, but after that, Felix knew that he could attribute his successes to himself. However, it was increasingly obvious that Felix did not feel the same about Victoire. "I shouldn't say more, not here," he added at last, glancing at Hanna. "Come on, there's some whisky over at this bar that is calling for me," he added, a slight smile on his face.

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[hanna horváth]

Her head tilted to the side with interest when Felix stated that Heleen helped him through a difficult time. Hanna figured it was to do with his wife who passed, so she didn’t want to prod too much. Not here when they were supposed to be having fun.

Hanna dismissed the subject of Victorie easily, especially after he mentioned her being Minister of Magic and a Weasley in the tone he used. She seemed a bit young to be minister of magic, she though to herself. Smiling understandably at the change of subject, she looped her arm through Felix’s and gave it a gentle squeeze as the smile grew on his face as she saw the smile on his face as he was admiring the whiskey bar. ”You and your whiskey..” she giggled, shaking her head with a playful eye roll. Her expression twisted into one with delight, ”Ooh yay, this means I get to get you drunk.” she squealed happily with a devious smile, batting her big blue eyes at him. Hanna noted that she'd surprise him with a nice bottle of whiskey one of these days, just to see that slight smile cross his face.

The pair stepped up to the whiskey bar and Hanna accepted a glass, not wanting to be rude to the nice bartender. Hanna took a sip of the amber liquid, her face twisting with distaste, though she was trying to be too animated because she wanted to remain polite. She closed her eyes and swallowed. "Nope. Nope. That's all you." she gagged slightly with a laugh, fixing her hair with a gentle ruffle to hopefully summon some sort of gracefulness. 

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Felix looked over at Hanna, bemused. "Me and my whisky, and you and your Red Bull," he echoed with a grin. He pressed a kiss to her cheek, then turned to accept their two drinks. He handed one to Hanna before taking a grateful sip of his own. It was smooth and smoky, with just the right balance of sweetness and bitterness. It coated his throat, lighting a fire the same way Hanna's gaze did as it went.

The look on Hanna's face as she sipped the whisky had Felix bent over with laughter. "Merlin's beard, what a reaction," said Felix when he finally collected himself enough to speak again. He gently took the glass from her, poured the remaining liquid into his and took a deep drink. A floating platter of champagne whizzed by, and Felix managed to snatch a glass and offer it to Hanna. He continued sipping his whisky, chatting animatedly with Hanna as he pointed out interesting colleagues, and less interesting colleagues. As appetisers and finger foods drifted past, they helped themselves. "Not as good as that pizza we had at the festival," Felix commented after wolfing down a mini mushroom tart. "But it will have to do."

Some time later, after everyone had made their polite rounds, the quartet stopped playing. Faster, more lively music was being piped in from an unknown source, but Felix, having consumed no fewer than four more whiskies, was bopping his head to the beat, feeling very loose indeed. "Can't believe the Weird Sisters are still putting out records! Though this is from their 2008 release, Anima. But of course, you knew all that," said Felix, bouncing along with the beat. "You'll have to show me your best moves, Miss Horvath!"

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[hanna horváth]

Hanna giggled happily as Felix pressed a kiss to her cheek. Butterflies went into a frenzy in her stomach, relief washing over her when he took responsibility of her whisky by pouring it into his and handing her champagne. ”So resourceful.” she beamed, accepting the champagne he passed her with greedy grabby hands and taking a happy sip. ”Thank you” she squealed with delight as they helped themselves to some passing hors d'oeuvres. "I’ll happily replace pizza and festival chicken tendies with these cute n fancy finger foods..” she stated happily, taking a delicate bite to feign a proper lady somewhere inside her.

The alcohol and conversation was flowing, time seemed to fly and stop at the same time when she was with Felix. His presence was very calming, even in a room full of big wigs who she didn't know. Ministry folks weren't the type of people she was used to rubbing elbows with but everyone was very warm and welcoming. As the stringed quartet seized and the opening guitar riff for the Weird Sisters peeled through the air, the vibration of the drums instantly brought the blonde back to life. She quickly lost count of how many glasses of champagne she knocked back. Felix's expression changed, seemingly excited for the Weird Sisters. He was so cute when he was excited over something. Mentally she added it to the list of things he enjoyed: Space, Whisky, and Weird Sisters, to name a few...

 ”Oh oooh!” her eyes widened to icy blue saucers hopping in place. ”I love the Weird Sisters!” she exclaimed with an alcohol fueled giddiness, trying to contain her joy. Hanna loved most music but she was a little more excited because Felix seemed genuinely interested in the band and he wanted to see her moves. "Challenge accepted." Hanna eagerly pulled his arm and led him toward the dance floor. Her expression brightened, erupting with giggles as she shimmied and wiggled her hips, knowing she probably looked ridiculous because she was drunk but she was having fun. Hanna crashed into Felix happily, looping her arms around his neck as her fingers messed up his hair. She leaned in with a hungry desire. "I'd like to show you some other moves if ya know what I mean.." she stated in a sultry tone, waggling her eyebrows before laughing at herself for saying something so ridiculous but in her head that sounded better.


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Perhaps it was the whisky or the company of someone who made him feel so warm and happy, but Felix loosened his tie and forgot that he was supposed to be distant and cryptic. Hanna infused him with a breath of life, his cheeks rosy from the drink and the wild dancing they were participating. Everyone around them was letting loose, and Felix followed along willingly. Felix took Hanna's hand and spun her around as they danced to the lively beat, singing along (off key, in Felix's case) to their favourite songs. Felix only had eyes for Hanna, the spirited woman before him. He barely even registered when he caught a glimpse of dark hair and molten eyes, gone before he could understand who had been watching.

Warm laughter surrounded Felix, and suddenly Hanna's arms were wrapped around his shoulders, her fingers spearing through her hair, her eyes darkened by desire. Felix swallowed thickly, his eyes trailing over the curve of her lips as she spoke. He'd barely heard what she said, but the low timbre of her voice was all he needed to hear. "Hanna..." said Felix, part plea and part warning. She burst into renewed giggles, but laughter was the last thing on Felix's mind. His mouth curved into a smile, and he bent forward to kiss her, gently as a promise to come. "If you tempt me like that, I don't think I'll be able to resist," said Felix in a low voice, his lips moving to her ear. "And if you want me to give in, all you have to do is say."

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The energy in the room was electrifying. Hanna was buzzing with excitement, loving the feeling she got when Felix looked at her. It was like she was the only girl in the room, hell, in the universe. Everyone on the dance floor was laughing, drunkenly singing off key, and dancing.

Hanna noticed the look in Felix’s eyes after she mentioned showing him some moves, there was a hint of darkness and longing. But also a bit of restraint, probably because he was surrounded by bosses and colleagues. When he said her name, a shiver of pleasure rushed down her spine. Hanna decided she had nothing to lose and tonight would be the night she had Felix all to herself if she had anything to do with it.

”Felix…” she echoed his name with a giggle, a smile curling at her lips. He looked very handsome while he tried to keep his cool. Watching him carefully, her icy blue saucers met his. ”I love that you’re always an absolute gentleman, but the last thing I want you to do is resist…” Hanna purred, looping her arms around his neck to pull him closer, sending him a sweet but challenging stare to see what he'd say next. Would he need more convincing? The blonde bit down on her lip to surpass anymore drunken comments, feeling her face heat up ever so slightly. She couldn't remember the last time she'd pursued a man, or even been in bed with one after her cheating ex..but tonight she was eager to end the dry spell with Felix.

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[FELIX CICERO TELLER]

The night was only just beginning for most of the ministry guests, who were quickly getting more and more drunk. The champagne was flowing, and the drinks were mixed stronger than before. Felix shed his inhibitions, his gaze fixed solely on the vibrant blonde before him. He was having trouble keeping his hands to himself, his fingers grazing her hips as they danced and laughed. When he finally warned her that he wouldn’t be able to resist her much longer, there was a look of bright triumph on her face. Her voice was a purr as she explained how he didn’t have to resist. She didn’t want him to.

Victorious at last, Felix gave Hanna a feral grin before capturing her lips in a searing kiss. ”Then we’ve got no time to lose,” he said, his tone rough as he twined his fingers with hers. The room shrank so it was just the pair of them, and Felix led Hanna to the fireplaces and in just a few short moments, they stepped out of the ash into his Islington flat.

There was nothing left that he needed to say - for once, the dark and deep thoughts that plagued him kept silent. Every inch of him wanted the same thing - the woman before him. Felix stepped back, appraising Hanna appreciatively, her hand still held loosely in his. Felix drew Hanna close, and kissed her softly, tenderly. ”I have been patient and waited a long time for this,” said Felix in a low voice, his lips ghosting across the curve of her jaw. ”I won’t hold back. But I’ll be gentle if you like,” he added, pressing kisses down the column of her neck. His fingers slipped the sleeve of her dress off her shoulder and trailed along the bare skin of her arm. ”I’ll give you whatever you want, Hanna.”

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Hanna watched in anticipation as the most feral grin spread across Felix's face. That was one thing she'd never seen before. It made her heart leap out of her chest to see a man stare at her like he wanted to devour her. She was a woman who loved to be wanted. The way Felix could touch her so tenderly sent a wave of excitement through her. If she didn't have the alcohol soothing her nerves she probably wouldn't have been so forward with Felix but it was something she was feeling for a while. She leaned into his tender touch, pressing herself against his body as he said he waited a long time for this. 

Her cheeks reddened,  "I want you to have your way with me, Felix." she purred, allowing the opposite strap of her dress to fall, dress dropping to her ankles, leaving nothing but skin exposed.

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With a low sound of approval, Felix captured Hanna’s lips with his own, his touch roaming across every exposed inch of flesh. With her blessing, Felix worshipped her body, drawing pleasure from deep within her and matching her energy with passion of his own.

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