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Jameson Hera Blishwick
HOGWARTS ALUM LOVE WEAVER DAILY PROPHET NEWS REPORTER
174 posts
played by Chanel
on my own terms, or not at all.
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last online Mar 28, 2024 12:17:58 GMT -7
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Nov 3, 2019 8:37:51 GMT -7
Post by Jameson Hera Blishwick on Nov 3, 2019 8:37:51 GMT -7
IT WAS HIS HAND JIMMIE NOTICED FIRST. LONG tanned fingers wrapping around Ondina's thin, decrepit claw. Perhaps it was Jimmie's preconceived opinion, but Ondina had the look of an old hag. Like her skin was stretched too tight over her thin, hollow bones. She thought, hiding a snicker behind the brush of her hand, that she wouldn't be surprised if Ondina's old hollow bones whistled when she walked. She turned her back to hide her wicked smile, thinking about how easily the redhead might blow over. Her snicker, masked as a cough in her clenched fist, burned in her throat.
And when she turned back, she had to stop herself from gagging. Ondina's large. blown red lips plastered to her partner's sharp cheekbone. He was handsome, she supposed. They were matched in the way that they both looked perpetually tired. His skin sallow, his frame thin and phantom like. Entirely not her type, but she still wondered why he was with a girl like Ondina. He looked like an old sepia-toned photograph. Ondina was painted in stark whites and reds. Like blood over a porcelain sink.
Jimmie wished to duck out, set the heels of her laced brogues on fire and message Isabel or Sari. She just had to tell someone about it. Isabel would remember Ondina, surely. But Sari would react with the sort of flair Jimmie was looking for. The toe of her shoe tapped on the stone floor, she crossed her hands in front of her, presenting a united front with her father. The faster they signed, the faster Jimmie would release all of her pent up opinions on her father. Who, ever the professional, was detailing the fine outline of such a complicated contract. Let them be frauds, thought Jimmie. She would simply relish writing about them. She smiled, looking down to catch her father's eye briefly before facing straight ahead, he would see the mischief in her eyes. Looking ahead, Jimmie noticed Ondina hadn't even sipped her precious water. 'Allergies' she thought, with a little snort. To what?!
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renard walt goyle
HOGWARTS ALUM BEAST DIVISION
159 posts
Married to Ondina Weasley
played by Colin
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last online Mar 28, 2024 19:39:23 GMT -7
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Nov 10, 2019 16:30:51 GMT -7
Post by renard walt goyle on Nov 10, 2019 16:30:51 GMT -7
▲ If the kiss planted on his cheek had been by any other attractive woman (and that wasn’t to say Ondina Weasley wasn’t physically attractive, she was), Renard thought that his heart would have fluttered ever so slightly. With her though, there was nothing. Absolute coldness, matched by the chill of her lips on his cheekbone and hardness of her teeth butting into his skin. If he knew any better, the deathly cold of her lips matched with her bony hands and physical ailments would make him think she was on a perpetual death bed, waiting for someone to end it all for her. That was the Weasley stubbornness that he had always heard about right there. Faking a blush from that kiss would be impossible even if hell froze over, and maybe then some. Still, Renard, ever the aspiring actor, cracked a smile that he hoped didn’t look too forced. He was sure there was residual damage left on his face too. Marked by Ondina Weasley’s blood red lips. Wiping that off later would be easy, but he was sure the terrible mood she always left him in after their encounters wouldn’t be scrubbed off of his skin for the next week at the very least. As he took Blishwick’s legally binding pen he tuned out the rest of Ondina’s blither about how excited she was for the whole thing. The more the broad tried to sell this, the more likely they were going to be called on their sham engagement. The thing that irked him the most was that they really didn’t need to try this hard. There were plenty of betrothals these days that didn’t require both parties to be chummy with each other before hand. Why he decided to play along with her little game was beyond him, but he was already feeling his power in their dynamic slipping away. Turning to her as his savior in the first place honestly wasn’t the smartest thing he had done in ages. He was asking for this to happen. “I’ve used them a few times for work,” Renard commented on the pens, just to make idle chatter as he swiftly marked his name at the bottom of the first page. Flipping over to the personal information packet, he began his descent into filling everything out. This was really happening, wasn’t it? The nerves that were poking through weren’t that happy, excited kind. They were the type that made his stomach twist up in knots knowing that he was going to put himself into such an awful position just to prove a point to his parents. “Are you busy this time of year, Mr. Blishwick?” he asked as he finished writing out the official title of his job at the Ministry. It was such a lengthy title for something that wasn’t all that glorious. Renard hoped the question would defuse what felt like piercing eyes boring into him from the matchmaker. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Ondina Nell Weasley
HOGWARTS ALUM INTERNATIONAL MAGICAL OFFICE OF LAW
216 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 Mar 28, 2024 12:18:09 GMT -7
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Nov 12, 2019 8:23:34 GMT -7
Post by Ondina Nell Weasley on Nov 12, 2019 8:23:34 GMT -7
THE PEN BLISHWICK HANDED ONDINA WAS deceptively light. It looked heavy. The thick, cold metal uncomfortable between thin fingers. Had she used a legally binding pen before, yes. Did she wish to use one ever again? Absolutely not. Her face was terribly blank as she turned the pen over in her hand, as if to admire the fine craftsmanship. She felt the resolution bleed in to her fingertips, almost like a heat.
"It's a beautiful pen," She said dumbly turning it in her hand, refraining from lifting it to her lips. To see if it would shock her. The contract was next, and she pulled it in to her lap, pretending to skim it but trying to commit all of the finer details to memory. If it were to go sour would she be able to leave Renard with the mess? She reckoned so. Ondina had played many things, she could play the jilted lover in her sleep.
Turning her head towards Renard, her expression could have been described as moony. Her lips pulled in to a soft smile. Her eyes hooded, looking at him up through her lashes. It was a look she'd used to woo many a man. Renard was no better, no finer, to her. He was just... more aware of what she was doing. That should have unsettled her, but she wouldn't allow it. Let him stew in his own misfortune. He had made his choice, and she hoped that her expression conveyed this when, without looking away from him, she signed her name on the dotted line.
"Done," She sang, once every page was signed, skidding it across the table towards Blishwick. "I don't do cold feet." Her smile was almost as cunning as she wanted it to be, and from the corner of her eye, she saw a sour look pass over the wicked little ghost hanging over his shoulder. Her eyes flickered upwards, and for a millisecond their eyes met. While Jimbo turned to answer Renard's inane inquiry and Ondina ignored them both, they caught eyes. Ondina's smile grew, she bared her teeth and there was nothing soft about it. And, just before Jimbo drew his attention back to them both - ever the attentive host - Ondina winked at the little girl. And then she gave a gusty sigh. "Gosh, are we almost done, hon?" She directed this question to Renard, who's task it was to direct it to Blishwick. Ondina loved a middle man.
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jimbo brian blishwick vi
HOGWARTS ALUM BLISHWICK MATCHMAKING SERVICES OWNER HAPPILY EVER AFTER PIZZA EMPORIUM OWNER SPELLBUCKS OWNER LOVE WEAVER
131 posts
played by Colin
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last online Mar 28, 2024 19:39:13 GMT -7
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Jan 21, 2020 20:21:13 GMT -7
Post by jimbo brian blishwick vi on Jan 21, 2020 20:21:13 GMT -7
▲ The pens that Jimbo had handed over to his two newest clients didn’t seem to faze them in the slightest. Pureblooded families unaware of legally binding contract pens? Preposterous. Of course they had used them before, whether for work or personal use, and the easiness with which the Goyle lad responded told Jimbo that he was a Ministry worker without even having to say anything else. Everything was done with these pens there, and that was why Jimbo liked using them for his own work. It showed that his contracts were legit and meant to be fulfilled. Obviously he wasn’t foolish enough to know that some couples tried to break the contract on their own without him, but this would at least keep Goyle in line. If they did have problems going forward, all they had to do was come to him and have everything legally voided. It was as simple as that. The Weasley girl was swifter with her signing, and Jimbo switched his gaze from Goyle to her. Jimmie had given him enough reason to do so before the couple had walked in. While his daughter could blow the smallest of things out of proportion, like an uneven polish on her favorite pair of brogues, but her favorite thing to do was watch people. That much was apparent from the articles she had sent to the Prophet the previous summer. He trusted her judgement on this one. Weasley was either head over heels in love with the Goyle boy or she was an actress in the making. Overselling the smack of a kiss on his cheek was certainly for great effect and would work on most, but she must have forgotten that Jimbo was the master of love and she was in his domain right now. Goyle’s reactions said enough without having him to say anything at all. To each their own though. As Goyle wrapped up his signatures, spending a good amount of time actually reading the contract and accompanying paperwork, Jimbo nodded his head with content. “That seems to be the last of it. If you’d like, I can give you some more reading material on what to expect in the next couple of months as preparations are made, as well as a list of services you can tac on if you so desire. Obviously if you have any further questions or want to make changes to what you just signed, come in together and I can assist you with that.” Jimbo took their signed contracts and duplicated them with his wand, handing over the copies to their respective owners. “Jimmie, if you could grab the leaflets for them? You know the ones,” he waved his hand at the shelf that had information on destination weddings and other important marriage details. After they got that, they were free to go about their business. MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Jameson Hera Blishwick
HOGWARTS ALUM LOVE WEAVER DAILY PROPHET NEWS REPORTER
174 posts
played by Chanel
on my own terms, or not at all.
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last online Mar 28, 2024 12:17:58 GMT -7
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Feb 28, 2020 10:40:05 GMT -7
Post by Jameson Hera Blishwick on Feb 28, 2020 10:40:05 GMT -7
FROM HER POSITION ON THE SIDE-LINES JIMMIE felt like a fly on the wall. She saw the stiffness in the husband-to-be's posture. The overly theatrical body language from Ondina. It was disgusting, like watching two slugs mate. And for a second, Jimmie thought about asking of the man knew what he was getting himself in to. Intervening and warning him about the snake in his bed, but she held professionally firm. For her dad mostly.
Jimmie's composure only lasted as long as her anonymity did, as for a brief moment she caught the attention of the redhead. Her skin so pale it had an ethereal shine, like gossamer wings. But her eyes were like two black chips of coal, and Jimmie felt terribly cold with them on her. She swallowed roughly, her sour expression flattening as the red lips quirked and the world slowed for a frightening second. She felt like she was about to be bitten, but it was worse. Instead, she did something else. She winked. Jimmie's head jerked back and she broke eye contact, her eyes almost watering as she looked away.
That single stare said a handful of things, but most importantly, it told Jimmie that she had been seen and she would be watched. It made her feel dreadful. Only her father's voice pulled her back, as warm as it was professional. "Wh-" She blinked, wetting her lips. And then the request came back to her. "Yeah, right, of course, one second." Her words came out in a rush and she shook off the icky feeling creeping across her skin as she rushed off in the direction of the front desk, slipping behind it to retrieve two information packets filled with discounted venues and sponsored caterers. All ad's they were paid handsomely for including.
"Here." She skated the two packets across the coffee table between them, failing to even have the decency to hand them over. She couldn't bear it. Ondina had long, sharp nails painted the same colour as her lips. Jimmie felt very certain that she might lose a finger if she got too close. She avoided her father's reproachful stare and stood by his shoulder, hands cupped in front of her as she stared openly at Renard this time, searching his face for answer. What on earth was he thinking? The confusion played plainly across her face.
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renard walt goyle
HOGWARTS ALUM BEAST DIVISION
159 posts
Married to Ondina Weasley
played by Colin
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last online Mar 28, 2024 19:39:23 GMT -7
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Jun 13, 2020 21:16:59 GMT -7
Post by renard walt goyle on Jun 13, 2020 21:16:59 GMT -7
▲ Blishwick either didn’t hear Renard’s question, or purposely ignored it so that he could expedite the signing process. The awkward silence that followed didn’t slow Renard’s pen hand down in the slightest though, and he quickly scribbled out the remainder of his signatures on the final few pages of the packet. His ‘fiancée’, that was going to take some getting used to, finished up with her paperwork a solid minute before Renard did, and he could feel the competing piercing glares of both Ondina and Blishwick on him. At least the little Blishwick seemed to not give a damn about this whole thing. She probably saw right through it, because nobody was idiotic enough to tie the knot with this Weasley. Except Renard. He was the only one. The last swish of his signature immediately made him feel like he was going to be sick, his stomach knotting in a way that he had only felt once before: when he had dealt with Doris from Claustrum De Lupus his first day on the job years ago. The fact that wicked witch sitting next to him reminded him of Doris and her piss-poor personality only solidified that this was the worst thing he had ever done his life. It made his gambling addiction look like it was normal. Regardless of the internal fear that was now being wrought on him, Renard still slid his papers across the table and into Blishwick’s impeccably manicured hands, leaning back in his chair once it was out of his reach so that he could try to alleviate the new feeling of impending doom. He heard Ondina ask him something about almost being done, and then the Blishwick girl disappeared, returning almost immediately, as if she had teleported herself to wherever she needed to be and back, to hand over pamphlets that contained details about wedding ceremonies and the likes. Renard took his, flipping through it briefly, but decided to slide it into the inner pocket of his jacket. There was no way he could retain any new information right now – not after signing his soul away like that. “I assume we’re all set then, Mr. Blishwick?” Renard asked, like the dutiful significant other he had just become. Ondina had walked him right into that one. Standing up, he held his hand out to shake the matchmaker’s, doing so with a thank you and collecting Ondina on the way out of the store. “I need a drink. Right now,” he said before the door even had a chance to close behind them. [Renard End] MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOX 2.0
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Ondina Nell Weasley
HOGWARTS ALUM INTERNATIONAL MAGICAL OFFICE OF LAW
216 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 Mar 28, 2024 12:18:09 GMT -7
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Jun 14, 2020 7:57:28 GMT -7
Post by Ondina Nell Weasley on Jun 14, 2020 7:57:28 GMT -7
THE GLOSSY CATALOGUE SLID GRACELESSLY across the table, and Ondina almost let it slide to the ground. Just for badness. Instead, she grabbed it, slicing a look towards the little twit who'd done it. A single warning lasting less than a second before she lifted it up, clearing her throat delicately as if it wasn't tight and scratchy. It was always tight and scratchy. She flipped the first page open, already disinterested as she stood in one fluid motion. Renard was not far behind her, she could feel his patience for the ruse wearing thin. Better they leave now before he embarrassed them both.
She did not spare Mr. Blishwick more than a single look, jerking her chin in farewell as she stepped around Renard and clacked her way towards the revolving doorway. She did, however, glance at the little child labour violation as she passed. A little too close, she could smell the cloying cocoa butter she must use on her skin. Terrible synthetic stuff that made her nose wrinkle. And the soft, expensive perfume little spoiled girls wore. The kind that smelled of baby powder. She sniffed once, casting a her a lingering, vicious look.
"Be well." She muttered, sweet as pie. Just quiet enough to avoid attention, but loud enough that the girl visibly flinched, her mouth dropping open. And then she left, her impression lingering far more than her presence. Renard was not far behind. They were just out view before Ondina stopped pretending to read her magazine and closed it. A blur of venues and invitations and announcements settling at the back of her eyes. She looked at Renard, looking for cracks. "Get your drink." She said in dismissal. "I'm going to tell my sister and then, when I'm ready. I'm going to move in." Ondina shrugged one shoulder, tucked the catalogue in to the fold of her coat and then she left him standing there in the street, calling back just once. "I'll send an owl with my ring specifications."
[END ONDINA]
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