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Jan 26, 2021 12:17:30 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2021 12:17:30 GMT -7
Ariadne relaxed a little at Cas’ words. No matter how different the two of them were personality-wise, they had a shared experience in life not many could (or really would want to) relate to. Both had infamous family members, for all the wrong reasons. Both had family members that had been Death Eaters, and although Ariadne was born several years after the final defeat of Voldemort, the stigma of being related to a Death Eater followed her with a cloud of suspicion. “Not everyone will like me, even before they get a chance to know me. I learned that in my first year at Hogwarts,” she admitted. First, and foremost, she had been sorted into Ravenclaw instead of Slytherin, which caused immense disappointment with her family and other blood purist children. Then the Ravenclaws initially didn’t want to be friends with her because of her parentage, though she was able to convince a few that she was worth the effort. Only James really had never treated her like she was a pariah on society. She was certain his parents had been taken aback when she first met them and learned who her parents were, but they had been kind to her, and didn’t talk about her parents either.
“I just have to keep reminding myself of it, every day. Starting with Saint Mungos. I’m about to graduate from the trainee program for Merlins’ sake. At this point my patients know me by name, and pay more attention to the care I give them and their unborn children rather than my last name,” Ariadne decided. “I know it’s not going to be easy, not just the expectations, but the whole lot.” She was careful not to mention Ouroboros by name, but she was sure Cas knew what she meant.
Casimir Elias Karkaroff
ooc: do we want to wrap this one up?
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WIZARDING ADULT
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Jan 28, 2021 4:33:06 GMT -7
Post by Casimir Elias Karkaroff on Jan 28, 2021 4:33:06 GMT -7
Cas had kept his expectations relatively low when Parvati had mentioned connecting him with a new recruit. He rarely troubled himself with new members, since he was particularly stingy over revealing his identity to the potentially weakest links. Instead he preferred to do his work behind-the-scenes, operating through people who had gained his trust over the course of years. But he couldn’t deny that there had been a clear logical reasoning to this meeting. There were purebloods in Ouroboros, an increasingly growing percentage of which were recruits he had brought to the organization as they became useful. But it was more difficult for them than the average person who chose to become involved in an underground organization. They had more to prove, and more to lose. Above all, there was always a lingering sense of anticipation – for the inevitable betrayal, or decision to cut and run. They needed to support each other, because they certainly weren’t going to receive that from anyone else.
He thought Ariadne had potential. She’d learned one of the hardest lessons already – that trust was hard to win and easy to lose, and that lingered across generations. And she seemed willing to absorb his lessons, which was more than some cynical and closed-off purebloods could even attempt. So Cas resolved to keep an eye on Ariadne and her progress in Ouroboros. There was only so much he was willing to do – and he notoriously disliked becoming involved in other people’s fights – but she would need something someday. Everybody ultimately did. Cas nodded slightly at her last observation – it would never be easy, but Ouroboros needed people who were willing to try anyway. “The work is demanding, and thankless. But you’ll see for yourself.” With that, he checked his watch and frowned slightly at the time. “I should be returning soon. I have appointments.” Borgin and Burke’s most lucrative business was done in the twilight hours, after all, and Cas was rarely away from Knockturn these days. He would be missed, whether by one of his assistants or a particularly observant client. Cas slowly placed some sickles on the table, enough to cover all of the charges they’d made, then stood smoothly. He lingered for a moment, his face as carefully blank as always, before finally saying, “Good luck.” Then he shrugged his cloak on to make a swift exit from the Leaky Cauldron.
@ariadne [End post Cas!]
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