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Ondina Nell Weasley
HOGWARTS ALUM INTERNATIONAL MAGICAL OFFICE OF LAW
218 posts
played by Chanel
the question isn't who's going to let me; it's who is going to stop me.
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Jun 14, 2020 7:28:58 GMT -7
Post by Ondina Nell Weasley on Jun 14, 2020 7:28:58 GMT -7
ONDINA EXPECTED A SUCCINCT HALF ANSWER. The kind of political who-ha that most Purifier members gave. Like they were reading from a script. But, he didn't do that. And he didn't send her on a chase either. She sometimes forgot how straight up and down Aerick could be. It wasn't the kind of answer she could have fun with, but she enjoyed it none the less. Five years ago, Ondina was just another mean girl bully looking to prop herself up in the world. It was different now, the battle lines had long since been drawn.
"Five years to get your act together, huh?" Ondina clunked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, shaking her head slowly. "I guess you owe that someone... a lot." She lifted her brows, a half question for a later date. She wanted to know who. Who was the associate who found American drunks and dragged them in to the ranks like battered fighting dogs. He didn't look like a mess now, he looked calculated. Precise. It was hot.
At his declaration, Ondina lifted her glass to prepare. If he asked her something she didn't want to answer, she would simply drink and prepare her own half answer. Instead, his question made her pause the glass mid air. She set it back down slowly, head tilting in thought. It was the first time someone had asked her something she really had to think about. "I didn't." Ondina said, a slight smile on her face. She had a half a mind to leave it there, to make Aerick ruminate over the possibility that Ondina wasn't committed to the cause at all. But, Elaine respected him, and Ondina didn't trust him not to lie about her based on his own assumptions.
"I think my family..." Her smile grew slightly, she stared in to the middle distance, her tongue dashing out over her bottom lip. "I think they have never wanted something so much that they burn on the inside for it." She drew her bottom lip in between her teeth and bit down until it ached. "They are quite comfortable for me to be weak and sickly and small." Her dark eyes glimmered. "To think outside of the norm is... too much for them." She sighed, rolling her eyes as she shook off the intensity that had overwhelmed her. "They are cowards and I am not." She shrugged her shoulders, as if she were talking about a difference and diet and not ideology. "You see?" She grinned at him, leaning against the bar. "Not against, just away from them."
Grabbing her glass, Ondina took a small, ginger sip and let it burn all the way across her tongue until it went numb. "Your associate..." She began, pulling her lips in to her mouth to drag the last of the booze from them. She had not forgotten about her own intentions, though she figured he wished she would. Ondina could quite easily get lost in her own conversations about herself, but she was smarter than that. "Is he still with the company?" She lifted her brows, curiosity fresh and fierce on her face. She leaned in, mischief clear on her face. "Would I know him?" She tested the boundaries, prodding at the outer edge.
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Sept 9, 2020 13:47:54 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 9, 2020 13:47:54 GMT -7
Aerick smirked as she pretended to disapprove of his lengthy recovery time. “When you have something happen like I did, you’d need that time too,” he promised her. He hung onto her words as she spoke of her family, the Weasley clan. They had always been against Voldemort and his supporters, and viewed Elaine as yet another Dark Lord (or Lady) who wanted to take over the world. He did not see her as such, but he assumed it was easy to make such an assumption when so many in one family would agree with them. “So you turned your weakness into a strength, I can appreciate that,” he said with a nod of approval. His discovery of being a halfblood, instead of a pureblood as he was led to believe his entire young life, could have been a weakness. Instead he embraced it as a means to show that it wasn’t ONLY Purebloods that would be accepted with Elaine Dupree at the helm. She understood what Voldemort simply could not; there were not enough Pureblooded families left to shun anyone else entirely. Aerick chuckled at Ondina’s next inquiry. “You may have met him from time to time. Though if you were to go where I normally would meet with him, no, you would not see him. He is away on assignment,” he said simply, not taking a sip of his drink. “Is it only you in your family that sees things the way you do? Or are you the only non-coward in a very...large patch?” he decided to ask, after a moment. He vaguely remembered meeting one of her cousins once, but he couldn’t be sure - she had red hair, but he knew better than to assume she must be a Weasley. Ondina Nell Weasley
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Ondina Nell Weasley
HOGWARTS ALUM INTERNATIONAL MAGICAL OFFICE OF LAW
218 posts
played by Chanel
the question isn't who's going to let me; it's who is going to stop me.
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last online May 3, 2024 20:00:53 GMT -7
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Nov 21, 2020 10:17:40 GMT -7
Post by Ondina Nell Weasley on Nov 21, 2020 10:17:40 GMT -7
WITH A DELICATE LIFT OF HER BROWS, ONDINA did not verbally disagree with Aerick. That hadn't been what she'd meant when she'd echoed it. More specifically, Ondina was interested in who that special person was. She could tell that whoever it was, they mattered enough that Aerick did not dare say their name. All Ondina knew was 'he'. It was enough to pique her interest.
"Yes," Ondina preened, her chin tilting up proudly as she shifted in her seat. His approval shouldn't matter to her, but it did. She thrived on it, the same way she thrived on Elaine's attention. Or, attention in general. "I suppose I did," She had never thought of it like that. Her weaknesses still felt very present, flaws she fought day by day. Covering them with make up and sharp comments. She like the idea that they no longer existed. Or, even better, that they were her strengths.
"Hm," Ondina replied, eyes narrowing as her mind quietly catalogued every 'associate' she'd ever met and deemed important in her own eyes. She couldn't think of a particular face. Especially when she considered how deeply Aerick appeared to respect him. "I'm thinking older..." Ondina mused out loud, a sharp slant to her eyes as she drummed her fingers on the wooden top. A rapid clack of filed nails that matched the beat of her bird heart. "Handsome... brooding..." Ondina tilted her head, a slight smirk on her face. "I'll have to keep an eye out." A promise in disguise.
Shrugging, Ondina didn't consider his question very carefully. "Not likely." She told him, thinking of Lucy and her particular tastes. But, Ondina wasn't going to say her name. It was like an unspoken rule, none willing to drop the other in to a situation they couldn't talk - or in Lucy's case, fuck - their way out of. "It's a big family, it's unreasonable to say we'd all be on the same side." She smiled at him sweetly. "Though, we both know that's what they would prefer." Ondina had always felt left out among her family members. In reality, she had simply learned how to isolate herself over time. "What do you want from... this?" Ondina gestured around them. She wasn't talking about the bar. She meant Elaine, and she knew Aerick knew that.
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Jan 4, 2021 11:09:33 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 4, 2021 11:09:33 GMT -7
Aerick shrugged. “From my albeit limited knowledge of pureblood families, they tend to band together more often than not. There are some black sheep of course, but I don’t take you for a black sheep,” he mused, looking her directly in the eye. He wasn’t sure if he believed the Weasley family knew where Ondina’s loyalties lay; they may well think she believes the Purifiers are wrong. He highly doubted either way, Ondina would actually tell him the truth. Aerick took another sip of his drink, giving him time to ponder up an answer. “Two stories; one is the truth, one is a lie,” he started, setting his empty glass on the bartop and gesturing for a refill. “The first is about a boy who grew up believing he was a Pureblood, then at his graduation he found out that his father was a Muggleborn wizard; his mother had gone to Hogwarts as a Muggleborn witch, married a Muggle, then emigrated to America and hoped that her newborn son would present magical abilities, which he did. The father went to school, and discovered just how poorly Muggleborns were regarded in America - it had been illegal for the longest time for a witch or wizard to marry a Muggle after all - and decided to present the lie that he was a Pureblood, that both his parents were wizards and that his father had suffered a terrible accident, which made it impossible for him to work in the Wizarding World. There was little reason not to believe him; he was charming, kind-hearted, and loyal. Nobody knew his inner shame. So when he married a witch and had his own son, he decided to keep the truth from them too, until his son was seventeen and he went on a trip to Spain. He fell in love with a Muggle woman, carried on an affair with her, and decided he was ‘done’ hiding who he was. He left his wife and son for this other woman, and his son swore vengeance for the hurt he had caused his family.”
“The second story is more simple. The boys father still ran out on their family, and decided to keep his wizarding blood a secret from his new, young wife. So he started a career in Muggle politics after changing his name, so that his family would never find him. The boy he had abandoned was a curious boy though, so he traveled to England to find his father, to find out why he had abandoned his family. He didn’t know his father had changed his name, so the boy decided to take odd jobs in London to make ends meet. One of these jobs was a bouncer at a club, and one day after a particularly drunken patron had tried to punch him out, the boy used his Animagus form to...ensure the patron didn’t return. He was caught by the owner of the bar, but instead of turning him in or being frightened, he welcomed him in with open arms. Finally, the boy had somewhere where he felt he truly belonged.”Aerick nodded his thanks to the bartender and took a sip of his refreshed drink. “So...which is true?” he asked her, a small smirk playing on his lips. Ondina Nell Weasley
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Ondina Nell Weasley
HOGWARTS ALUM INTERNATIONAL MAGICAL OFFICE OF LAW
218 posts
played by Chanel
the question isn't who's going to let me; it's who is going to stop me.
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last online May 3, 2024 20:00:53 GMT -7
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Feb 10, 2021 16:24:42 GMT -7
Post by Ondina Nell Weasley on Feb 10, 2021 16:24:42 GMT -7
THERE WAS A SHARP PLEASURE AT AERICK'S opinion of Ondina. She enjoyed the way he viewed her, even his assumptions made her feel more powerful than her family had ever allowed her to feel. "I'm not." She answered succinctly, smirking in to her glass as she did. Nothing more was said of it and that is how Ondina preferred it. Aerick did not know about her pitiful, isolated childhood. How she had spent so much of it believing she was the odd one out. It was not an image she had ever intended to keep, spending so much time shedding it and remaking herself all at once.
When Aerick finally spoke, it was as if he were speaking to himself in the dark. He didn't really look at her at first, his eyes casting somewhere over her shoulder as he regaled her with too very similar tales of deceit, and yet still different. Ondina listened carefully, picking apart each individual word as she watched the quiet workings of Aerick's jaw.
When he was finished, Ondina did not immediately speak. She lifted her glass instead, sipping daintily as she cast a bland look around them. "I do love a good game," She said gleefully, eyes flickering back to Aerick, where he waited for her answer. She checked his face for an answer, but unfortunately Aerick's poker face was even better than hers. "While I did very enjoy the first. It was quite scandalous" She said with a smirk, her shoulder lifting as she blew out a short, careless laugh. "However," She added soberly, her stare pinning him suddenly. "I'm quite drawn to the second, it sounds somewhat familiar." She turned her glass carefully, busying her hands as she tilted her head curiously. "Do I detect another hint of that infamous mentor of yours?"
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Mar 23, 2021 12:21:57 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2021 12:21:57 GMT -7
Aerick smirked as Ondina tried, yet again, to get more information about his mentor out of him. They were both aware they worked for the Purifiers of course; Elaine had put them together on this mission knowing they would both now be aware of their allegiances. But many of the members of the Purifiers remained a mystery, and Aerick liked it better that way. Too many times in the past, stupidity and blind faith and devotion had led followers of Grindlewald and Voldemort to be outed and Aerick did not intend to out his mentor in any way shape or form. If Elaine chose to introduce Ondina to him for a separate mission, that was going to be her call, and her call alone. “You didn’t answer my question,” Aerick stated matter-of-factly, taking a long sip of his drink, draining the glass down to the melted ice cubes. One glance at the bartender and a fresh drink was in front of him. Aerick lightly ran his fingers across the cool surface of the glass as he trained his eyes on Ondina. “Which is true?” he asked, then smirked. “ Or better yet, are they both true? Or perhaps neither?” he drawled in a teasing manner. Ondina was a woman who wanted her answers right there in front of her; he got the feeling she didn’t like to work for it. Too bad, as that was not how Aerick had learned to operate. Ondina Nell Weasley
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Ondina Nell Weasley
HOGWARTS ALUM INTERNATIONAL MAGICAL OFFICE OF LAW
218 posts
played by Chanel
the question isn't who's going to let me; it's who is going to stop me.
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last online May 3, 2024 20:00:53 GMT -7
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Jul 1, 2021 7:03:02 GMT -7
Post by Ondina Nell Weasley on Jul 1, 2021 7:03:02 GMT -7
AERICK WAS NOT EASILY SWAYED. ONDINA HAD known that, but it didn't stop her from trying. Any attempt to redirect the conversation back to anything personal - anything valuable, was evaded and pushed back on to Ondina. He didn't reveal anything more, but she felt maybe what he'd already said would be enough if she thought about it a little more. The truth was, Ondina had no reason to leverage against Aerick. But, the mere fact that he now knew she had aligned herself with Elaine could be dangerous. Ondina liked to feel the balance weigh in her favour.
"Well," Ondina sighed, that slight smirk still pulling one corner of her mouth. "You did say one of them was a lie." Tilting her head back slightly, Ondina pretended to consider his words once more. Though she had already filed every detail in the back of her mind, to be picked over at her leisure, she still made the appearance of daring interest. As if it was a particularly difficult riddle.
"Though I am drawn to the complexities of that first tale..." Looking at Aerick through her lashes, her tongue ran a circuit behind her teeth thoughtfully. "I believe you are a simple man, of sorts." Lifting her brows, Ondina gave him a moment to disagree. "I say second." Squaring her jaw, she toasted her glass at him. "Now tell me I'm wrong or buy me another drink." She finished the last dregs in her glass and set it down expectantly.
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Sept 8, 2021 14:00:13 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2021 14:00:13 GMT -7
Aerick looked at her appraisingly as she flirted, not with words but with her body language, and smirked. There was no romance between the two, just pure physical chemistry. Which was for the best, considering both of their lines of work; getting romantically attached could prove...complicated. She was good looking though, and Aerick wasn’t humble enough to not know women found him attractive. She could stay the night and leave the next morning as if nothing happened, which was suitable for him as well. He only wondered what would happen should Clodagh reappear in his life. He hadn’t met anyone quite like her; indeed, he didn’t think there WAS anyone else quite like her out there. But she made him feel...different. Like he was more than he thought he was. Quite a step up from how he felt when he first arrived in England all those years ago. “Buy your own drink princess,” he said as he leaned into her, getting inches from her face before changing direction like a snake and signalling for the bartender to refill their beverages. “I said one was a lie and one was a truth; I never said the statement itself was the truth.” It was a con of sorts, but Aerick wasn’t about to give all his secrets to Ondina. He didn’t share his secrets with anyone, except for Clodagh. Ondina Nell Weasley
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Ondina Nell Weasley
HOGWARTS ALUM INTERNATIONAL MAGICAL OFFICE OF LAW
218 posts
played by Chanel
the question isn't who's going to let me; it's who is going to stop me.
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last online May 3, 2024 20:00:53 GMT -7
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Dec 23, 2021 13:58:49 GMT -7
Post by Ondina Nell Weasley on Dec 23, 2021 13:58:49 GMT -7
THERE WAS A MOMENT WHERE ONDINA FELT certain Aerick was going to kiss her. The sharp stare growing larger as he leaned towards her, voice low and rough enough to raise the hairs at the back of her neck. Her jaw lifted gently, still uncertain whether or not she would deny him if he did. After all, he had denied her first. And then he dodged out of her reach, making the choice for her, which was two slights she would not forget. Her eyes narrowing at the corners as she kept her mouth flat and dismissive.
"Why don't you stop being so contrary," She drawled, her fingers rapping a tactical rhythm on the polished top. "It isn't half as attractive as you think it is." She lifted her brows, as if in challenge. Aerick was exactly the kind of man Ondina was drawn to. Mean enough to keep her attention, and good looking enough to deserve it. It was shallow, but so was she. "I'm not paying for that," She told him succinctly, lifting the refilled glass to her lips and taking a dainty sip, right where she'd left her last lipstick stain.
"I know your type," Ondina said in the aftermath of a bitter swallow, shifting to switch her left leg over her right. "You keep spinning tales until it's all tangled and confusing." Her tone was bored, manipulative in its dullness. A long, lacquered fingernail ticking against the side of her glass. "But, that's the thing I like about you," She continued, tilting her head, an almost sweet smile curling the corners of her mouth. "You never really say anything true, do you?" And then she straightened and took another sip, turning her head to scan the crowd as if there were an infinite number of other things far more interesting than good-looking Aerick and his very tall tales.
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Jan 7, 2022 16:30:12 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 7, 2022 16:30:12 GMT -7
Aerick chuckled. “On the contrary, I believe it works 9 times out of ten. So more than half,” he said teasingly. His look darkened slightly when Ondinas words turned vicious. “There aren’t any other men like me,” he said quietly, but did not elaborate. The secret he was carrying, about his father and how he had destroyed his family, would never fully be told from his lips. He had worked too hard to cover those tracks, and he was so close to getting exactly what he needed to fully extract his vengeance. But he did allow tiny details when women not unlike Ondina questioned him to slip through the cracks of his exterior. Never enough to connect the dots however. Aerick ordered another drink for himself, purposely not ordering one for Ondina. “Unlike your family, my family secrets are not out for the world to see. It would be a betrayal you see, to tell you what of what I said was true or false.” He took a sip of his drink smoothly and sighed in satisfaction. “I’ll buy your drink, for an answer,” he offered gesturing to the glass with her lipstick mark on the rim. “What is it like, being the dark horse of a family so good you can almost see the haloes around their heads?” he asked her. He has always wondered the answer himself, and unless she wanted trouble with the bartender, she’d have to answer. He had slipped a fifty pound note to the bartender to ensure nothing otherwise occurred. Ondina Nell Weasley
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