Sugar Honey Iced Tea (Lucy)

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September 2025

Emmanuelle spent a good portion of her free time at the Purifiers' base, primarily because of its convenience for her. Her social circle since leaving the United States was largely other Purifiers, and the base gave her enough space to work on projects where they wouldn't become an issue for her day-to-day life outside of the organization. Voodoo was one thing; enchanting or cursing objects was another, and most of the other Purifiers had the sense not to touch anything that didn't belong to them—or so Emmanuelle hoped.

She was itching to try something new and different from what she had been doing previously, although perhaps nothing too radical without the right consent. Emmanuelle had seen enough to know that getting too far ahead of herself wouldn't help her in any way, but the usual had gotten awfully boring. Cursed jewelry was beautiful but impractical unless one could ensure that it ended up in exactly the right hands, and it seemed sort of wasteful in that way. Something would come to her, she imagined, before too much longer; whether that would be out of want or necessity, though, she couldn't say.

Until then, though, she had found herself a chair and was toying around with her wand, hoping to find some inspiration somewhere within the Purifiers' labyrinthine dungeon.

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Lucy appeared into the Purifiers base later in the night on that particular day. She was there fairly often, but since she also had jobs and appearances to upkeep (and her sister and brother-in-law were still living with her and expected her to be around most of the day). But she liked to keep her presence there known. And after the night that she had, she just needed a drink in a place where she didn’t have to pretend or act like she didn’t want to torture every muggle that paid to take her out.

The base was large and was designed for people who didn’t know their way around to get lost, but she knew right where to go. She needed the bar, which, thankfully, there were a few placed around the base. Obviously not all fully staffed, some were just carts, but they were all appreciated by the Weasley. She made her way to one, passing a woman sitting in a chair on her way. She poured herself a shot of whiskey and downed in quickly before wiping any drips off her lips. “Wow that really hits the spot.” she mused with a smirk, admiring the bottle.

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September 2025

There were a few things that Emmanuelle had learned about British and Irish culture since she had been living there, and one of the major elements that she had noticed was that the people—No-Maj or magical—liked to drink, often and in not insignificant quantities. New Orleans was similarly known as a destination for drinkers, so maybe it shouldn't have surprised her as much as it did, but Emmanuelle did find it interesting. She also wasn't a teetotaler; she did drink alcohol, though usually it wasn't pints on pints of beer at a pub.

The Purifiers' base wasn't exactly a speakeasy, but there was alcohol around. With the location of one of the connectors through to the base in Club Indigo itself, there wasn't a lack of access, and there were multiple bar carts just floating around. Emmanuelle hadn't even realized her proximity to one such cart on that particular occasion until another Purifier, one of the Weasley girls, commented on its having really "hit the spot".

Emmanuelle looked up, seeing that it had been whiskey or firewhisky—most likely, by its appearance—that she'd poured into a shot glass. "Having a good night?" she asked, twirling her wand around between her fingers as she addressed the younger woman.

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Lucy Weasley looked back at the woman who spoke after her, Emmanuelle, a woman she recognized but she couldn’t really say she had ever spoken with before. She was sure all the purifiers knew each other, or at least of each other, so she didn’t feel the need to introduce herself. Instead, she nodded when the woman spoke, deciding that some small talk wouldn’t hurt. “Much better now.” she admitted, rolling her eyes at the thought of the night she was previously having. If she hadn’t got thousands of pounds for doing the work, she likely would have committed murder. “Anything going on around here?” she asked. It wasn’t odd to see members just lounging around the base, but it was a lot more common when there was a meeting or at least some level of activity going on. Lucy might be young, but she had been around since the beginning when she was first approached about it. This was probably the place she felt most comfortable, so she understood if others felt so here as well. “Would you like some?” she offered, pouring herself another to drink at a slower pace.

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September 2025

"Much better now," the Weasley girl answered her, rolling her eyes. Either the alcohol would kick in after a little while, or she was just relieved to be somewhere where she didn't have to keep her guard up. On the latter, Emmanuelle couldn't say that she blamed her; just working at the Gaelic Knot was a chore sometimes, and she didn't have one of the most prominent (and probably also one of the largest) wizarding families in Britain keeping an eye on her every move. It must have gotten to be a real drag.

"Anything going on around here?" she wondered.

Emmanuelle shook her head. "Ehh… Not really much happening tonight," she admitted, a hint of disappointment in her voice as she spoke. It was why she was just sitting around, and it was a pretty quiet night, literally and figuratively. She wasn't one of the Purifiers who typically involved herself on the front line, so to speak, but it wasn't difficult to tell when those folks were busy at work. They occasionally got too carried away with what they were doing to worry about soundproofing everything.

"Would you like some?" the Weasley girl offered her about the alcohol as she poured herself a second drink, which didn't sound to Emmanuelle like such a bad idea.

"Oh, sure. Thanks," Emmanuelle nodded. She didn't have to be alert for any reason, and one drink wasn't about to do anything to impair her. Besides, no one there would be tempted to mess with her—not unless they had a death wish.

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She admitted that there wasn’t much going on tonight and Lucy picked up on the slight disappointment in her voice. The corners of her lips turned up into a smirk. “What a shame.” she shrugged. She couldn’t say that she had seen the woman at a lot of their attacks of stealth missions. She was sure she did something in the background that she hadn’t really asked about, since everyone here served a purpose in their own right. However, Lucy was someone who liked to volunteer and include herself and there she was, still just at the base with nothing to do. “Hopefully that changes pretty soon, yeah?” there were always plans in the works. But they had all been laying fairly low since the last explosion on the Quidditch Championship.

She agreed to a glass of her own and Lucy poured her the same as she had just made for herself. A double shot of firewhisky with a few cubes of ice in the glass to chill the liquor. She carried it back over and offered it to her companion. “You’ll have to remind me of your name.” she admitted, not really feeling bad enough to offer any sort of apology for not remembering despite having seen her before. Lucy wasn’t really one to remember anyone that she didn’t feel at the time that she had a reason to.

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September 2025

The Purifiers, for the sake of organization, had roles on different teams. After being a part of it for long enough, it wasn't hard to tell where most people who showed up at the base fit. Emmanuelle Picquery, however, might have been difficult to peg down. Young, female, and clearly American when she spoke, it might not have seemed to some of the others that she belonged among them. She wasn't built like a duelist; she was tall and thin, without the sort of muscle necessary for taking someone down physically if it came to that kind of a confrontation, but she hoped that no one had the nerve to mistake her for some princess who couldn't handle the work.

As of late, the members who were prepared to battle their way out of a situation had gotten most of the fun. Explosives might have been effective, true, but there was something more satisfying to Emmanuelle about a slow burn. The only problem was that they had seemed to relish the Quidditch victory at the expense of planning for the next target. It didn't have to be anything major, for all she cared; a hundred people dead was a statistic that most would begin to forget about after a little while. Surely someone would get a spark of creativity again and come to seek her out, instead of the folks who were solely focused on bangs and smells.

The Weasley girl agreed that it was a shame and that hopefully things would change. Maybe they were all just as bored and restless. Emmanuelle didn't know, but she was grateful for the alcohol as a distraction. Once the girl had poured it for her and she had taken the glass from her, she knew that it must have been firewhisky. It smelled strong, though that was really just a detail. She had no problem with drinking it.

"You'll have to remind me of your name," said the Weasley girl. Other than the fact that she was a Weasley, Emmanuelle couldn't say that she recalled her name, either.

"Emmanuelle Picquery," she answered, her Southern drawl becoming much stronger as she spoke her name with a certain emphasis on it. Emmanuelle didn't take her name lightly, though she supposed that it was better that she hadn't made a name for herself outside of a very small sphere. Whereas some might have been able to afford to put themselves out there in the public eye, she had her reasons for not wanting to end up on the wrong side of magical law enforcement.

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The woman introduced herself and Lucy nodded, stating mostly for formality, “Pleasure.” whether it was a pleasure to meet her yet or not was still up for decision, however, Lucy had been raised at least semi-right. She knew her manners and it was true that good manners did go a long way, even here. She sipped her drink after handing Emmanuelle hers and admired the flavors. Cheap liquor wasn’t something found within these walls. Their leader owned a club for goodness sake, they knew they’re alcohol. “So, what’s brought you here tonight?” she asked. Lucy was a lot of things, but she wasn’t good with silence. And since she was at least going to stay until she finished her drink, she might as well make conversation with her teammate.

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September 2025

"Pleasure," the Weasley girl responded to her introduction politely, as Emmanuelle would have expected of most people around the Purifiers' base. Even the members who weren't well-bred from a societal standpoint—which might have included herself, depending on who was asked—knew to maintain a certain standard of behavior. They were all working together. The absence of similarities outside of their Purifiers involvement didn't matter much, but offending the wrong people could certainly come back to bite any one of them later on.

Emmanuelle sipped at her drink. It wasn't cheap, and it certainly would not have been surprising to her if it were top-shelf. If anything took effort to bring into the base from the outside, it wasn't liquor; Club Indigo had plenty, and it was the site of the primary entrance to the place.

"So, what’s brought you here tonight?"

"It's more interesting here than whatever else I'd be doing," Emmanuelle admitted, shrugging a little. It wasn't the most fascinating answer in the world, but it was the truth. She had something of a life outside of the Purifiers, but it was mostly back in New Orleans. "Are you just waiting around?" she wondered. Maybe there was something of note going on.

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Emmanuelle admitted that she was mostly here because it was more interesting than whatever else she could be doing and Lucy gave a nod of understanding. There had been many evenings she spent on base just because it was better than sitting alone in her flat and she didn’t really fancy going out. Conversation was more interesting, typically, and there were people around that she liked to surround herself with. Plus, she just liked being seen here. She wanted to be known as someone who was around often, someone dependable and reliable. Whether or not she actually was, it was a label she wanted tacked on to her face by the right people. “I hear that.” she raised her glass in slight cheers of the sentiment. She turned the question back to Lucy, asking if she was waiting around. Lucy shrugged. “I just got off work, fancied a drink and a place where I could outwardly express my disgust for my clients.” she admitted. If it wasn’t for the money she’d be out of the game, but she liked luring the muggles in, making them think she was nothing but a common escort, and then wiping their memory and taking all the cash on their person. It paid better than acting. And there was some thrill about her. She always made sure to leave a good taste of herself with them, though. It kept them booking over and over again.

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