do we...know each other? | wesley

[ares edward lestrange]

a new friend.

30TH DECEMBER 2024

THE plan followed through successfully and ultimately the deed was done. The day of the twenty-eighth was filled with plans all over, the dragons being a distraction for the overall thing. The destruction of Azkaban. As insane as it sounded, Ares always knew he could do it, especially alongside his fellow Purifiers and their infiltration was a simple success. On the twenty-ninth, Ares felt his smile widen in his home as he read the major newline of The Daily Prophet, noting their actions had reached the potential of newspapers. Then again. They did break into a well secured prison.

Stepping through the last mirrored Portal that allowed him inside the Purifier’s secluded base, Ares noticed most of the rooms were rather empty, the odd person here and there talking alongside another Purifier member. Flopping onto the couch of the Purifier’s main room on the thirtieth, Ares’ hands clenched onto the newspaper he had grabbed the morning before, dark eyes reading the details he had analysed a thousand times with a smirk on his lips.

”Azkaban Falls!” He read aloud, snorting a laugh afterwards. He watched as others looked upon him, judging for the snort he let allowed before his hand raised, brushing their comments aside. Ares sat up slowly as he watched a familiar individual pass by the fireplace, leading to the Lestrange narrowing his own eyes. He always wondered if he needed glasses. ”You!” He called out, pointing his finger in the male’s direction. ”Why do I feel like I know you?”

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I'M A SUCKER FOR YOU

[attr="class","next"] Even though Wesley had his apartment back in London, he still felt the need to hang around the Purifier base. After a long day at work, he had arrived at the secluded base that no one knew the location of, not even Wesley himself. Instead, he was left with only as little information as possible to be able to apparate to the place.

Moving through the building, there were only a few people here and there, especially in the main room that people had turned into a foyer. He was walking through when someone called out towards him, or at least, he felt like it was directed at him. He turned his attention towards the male, a fellow purifier, as he questioned how he felt like he knew him. He shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know man…maybe because we’re both purifiers?” he questioned sarcastically, smirking at the other man.

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[ares edward lestrange]

a new friend.

IF THE MAN hadn’t been so awfully attractive, Ares was sure he would’ve sent something threatening his way. Instead, the Lestrange threw his head back in laughter, before dropping the paper filled with details of the wreckage in front of him, his legs holding himself up as he stood, turning to face the man. ”Wasn’t that funny.” He said, walking over to the smirking man. As invasive as Ares was, his arm rested over the shoulder of the other man, his brows raising as he scanned his face just a little further. The realisation soon kicked in after that.

”You! My Man, are the guy from the infiltration!” He announced, hitting his shoulder in celebration before backing up. Ares had been a part of the team as well, finally being able to show off his wandless and non-verbal spells to his male and female purifier members alike, torturing the majority of the guards as they all filed in. God, even the reminder of the break in still shook him with adrenaline. ”I remember your face so clearly now. But your name still draws a blank.” He stated, lips forming a pout. Jesus he was insane.

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I'VE BEEN DANCING ON TOP OF CARS AND STUMBLING OUT OF
BARS I FOLLOW YOU THROUGH THE DARK, CAN'T GET ENOUGH

Wesley had his family's blood to blame for his current hatred for half-bloods, muggleborns, and muggles. Of course, he was sure that he would still hate them even if he weren't apart of the Fudge family. All his life, he was raised as a blood purist, like most of his family and especially his younger siblings. They each had turned out perfectly in his parent's eyes, though, it seemed that for a while they had lost his brother Riley. From what he had heard from rumors and his sister and parents, Riley had fallen for tainted blood and had quickly broken it off to be with that Prissy girl. She seemed nice enough, not that he cared. The idea of his siblings marrying before he did, it irked him, but he wasn't ready to be tied down. Not yet at least, he'd party for a little before finally going to that matchmaking service to find a pure chick.

That didn't matter now, as he was in the middle of being bored and annoyed by a newcomer. He knew the guys face, not his name and he didn't care much about it. He smirked, as the guy said that his joke wasn't funny, before announcing that he knew him, from the infiltration. Wesley put a finger to his lips to tell the guy to shut the fuck up as if pretending like it was a secret. He rolled his eyes, "You don't need to know my name, cause I don't even care to know your own."

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[ares edward lestrange]

a new friend.

BLOOD PURITY HAD ALWAYS BEEN the last thing on Ares’ mind whenever he met knew people. Which was ironic considering he was a part of the Purifiers. Stated to the half-blooded and muggle-born wizards amongst him as those who wish to cleanse society and allow the purebloods to rule. It seemed weird at first, considering a person was a person no matter their gender, size, blood or even age (except minors, Ares is a grown man after all.) His son was an example, born from the purest of bloods for a father and the dirty mix of a werewolf as a mother. Sarah would always hold a soft spot for the Lestrange, no matter how bat shit crazy she was.

Though, the male before him was attractive, even with a smirk and an expression that begged the other Purifier to leave him alone. A wet tongue flicked out of the side of Ares’ lips before shifting to a smile once the male rolled his eyes, adding in a comment that was oh, too true. ”Well. Anonymous man, you can call me Saint Nick.” It was a wondrous nickname a lady by the name of ‘Harper’ had provided to him, but aliases shouldn’t be needed amongst comrades! Ares simply liked the ironic name. ”You now know me, let me know you.” He said, elbow raising to bump the man’s side gently.

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Even though they were in the Purifier Base, and he knew that the guy before him was either another pureblood or someone trying to save their tainted ass, he didn't care. He didn't want to get to know the guy before him, nor did he care about anyone other than himself and his sister. He just wanted the world to go back to the pure, and that was the only reason that he was here.

He leaned forward, "Listen...Saint Nick. I don't give a flying fuck who you are; I don't care if you want to know who I am. The only people that get to know who I am are my family, my friends, a hot chick in my bed, and myself...got it?" he questioned, his smirk gone and replaced with a clenched jaw and a narrow of his eyes.

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[ares edward lestrange]

a new friend.

THE RISE OF THE ANONYMOUS’ voice only drew a grin across Ares’ lips. Ares was simply winding him up, riling him with information he barely knew if it were correct or not. Maybe the face of the male belonged to another, and it was in fact, not the person he broke into Azkaban with. Who knew! What Ares did know is, the man simply didn’t want to be friendly. Or have any friends at all. Which was rather stupid. Every Purifier knew having a couple friends here and there proved to be a lot easier than marking enemies. ”Hold your horses Sailor Jerry. Never have I met anyone with such a fucking foul mouth.” How ironic. ”By any chance though, any hot chicks for spare? Or did you wash them up on port side?”

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