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[Valeska Mulciber]

i think you're crazy,
Valeska Yaroslava Mulciber !

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name , Valeska Yaroslava Mulciber
gender , Female
age , 28
job , Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts
blood , Pureblood
wand , 13”, Basilisk Skin, Slightly Pliable, Poplar (inherited from her mother)
playby , Stefani Germonatta aka Lady Gaga

appearance , For being a former Azkaban prisoner and now a professor, she doesn’t exactly look either role. Standing at a menacing five feet and four inches (hence her always wearing at least five inch heels), the petite young woman looks like she could hurt a fly. Oh, but how wrong that is.

Once one takes a closer look, they can see the smallest details that can truly make a person frightening. Ice blue eyes that most people exclaim are magnificent and mesmerizing are actually as cold as the color they represent and teetering on the edge of dead. Her eyes are those of someone who has seen too much and is sick of the world. As an excellent liar she can make it seem as if she were the happiest person in the world, but when being herself the only time a glint of life sparkles in her icy glance is when she is causing trouble or thinking of some sort of torturous idea.

Her porcelain skin looks like a perfect sheet of untouched snow, but yet again, upon further examination, there are tiny scars whiter than the already ghostly palette littered about the seemingly smooth surface. She couldn’t tell anyone where any specific scar came from, but she knows the general way: torturing from her younger days. When you’re a kid you don’t exactly know what you’re doing and you get sloppy when “messing around,” as her ‘parents’ used to so cautiously put it. She only knows the specific origins of two: one tracing from under her right arm down to the bottom of her ribs and another staring in the very middle of the back of her hairline and reaching to behind her left ear. The origins, though, are for the privileged few to know.

Adding to more imperfections to her not so perfect skin, the witch has five tattoos. The only constantly seen one is of the runic symbol of a Runespoor on her left wrist. The other sometimes visible marking to her skin is on the inside of her upper left arm, depicting a quote written in Russian: “Ask yourself whether the dream of heaven and greatness should be waiting for us in our graves - or whether it should be ours here and now and on this earth.” The third, and only other visible tattoo, would be the Runic symbol of The Unknown on the back of her neck, just below the beginning of her scar. She prefers to keep the other two a mystery.

On her favorite part of herself, Valeska always keeps her long white-blonde hair in tip top shape. The natural color only changes slightly once the winter months come around, and instead of the normally platinum color, her hair takes on a small hint of golden hues. Although her locks hold a slight natural wave and reach half way down her back, she tends to mess around with the style on a daily basis from pin straight to extremely curly as she gets bored easily.

From living as an “orphan” to a student to a prisoner of Azkaban, Valeska has always remained a rather thin girl, and at certain times too thin. With eight years out of Azkaban under her belt, she has managed to bulk up slightly. Bulk up as in gain the curves that were signature of her mother in her memory and pictures. Her curves mostly reside around her hips and behind, while her waist and limbs look exceptionally fragile. She couldn’t possibly weigh more than 110 pounds at the most.

As for her clothing, she opts for the classy darker color-schemed options. The high fashion of the muggle 40s and 50s is her absolute favorite, so she sticks to that style almost religiously. Even her robes have tiny tweaks to them that make them just slightly more tolerable for her. Always wearing skirts and dresses, the last time she can remember wearing pants was her last Quidditch match in her seventh year ten years ago. In the end, she just looks more like a model than a professor.

She simply looks like a harmless young woman, but is far from it.

tell me all about your pesky behaviour !

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personality , Growing up with Death Eater parents, that in the end were never to be around again, Valeska learned to fend for herself. At the young age of five she could go about a day completely on her own from making food to entertaining herself while she was completely alone in a house. This being alone brought out the true traits of a Slytherin a lot earlier than most.

As it generally happens with children of Death Eaters or “evil” people, she has the same views as her parents. She only likes purebloods, and everyone else can burn and be tortured until they die. Despite feeling the same as her parents, she feels a deep burning hatred for the two that created her. She despises weakness, and both of them were destroyed in one way or another, which means they were weak.

Being highly intelligent, she knows how to learn from her mistakes and others. As it comes with being a Slytherin, student and descendant-wise, she is highly ambitious and will do anything it takes to get on top, especially if it means breaking the rules. One of the things she hates most is rules and she will do anything to break them.

At one point in her life Valeska had the potential to be good, but she is long past that point. Even though she is a Slytherin by blood, she is so far of a descendent that she could have gone either way like Harry Potter, which is one of the excuses she used to get out of Azkaban. Valeska is an excellent liar, to the point that sometimes she even believes herself when she’s pulling a lie.

As she did in her younger years, she still has the potential to be an excellent leader. Of course, most people in her school days followed her because of her lies and deceptive personality, but that’s the key to being a great leader in her opinion. Her lies and deception also help her execute deeds that would not be able to be hidden if she wasn’t so skilled. While she has violent tendencies, she has enormous self-control, which she has found very useful in her years of teaching at Hogwarts.

In the end, her traits make her even deadlier than if she just had the blood of a Slytherin.

likes ,
-Revenge
-Power
-Manipulation
-Quidditch
-Purebloods
-Casual murder
-Sex
-Lying
-Spending money
-Smoking
-Lust
-High Fashion
-Destroying
-Drinking
-Fire
-Men
-Men who don’t give a crap
-Men who just want to get laid
-Learning
-Taking advantage of people
-Torture
-Bubble juice
dislikes ,
-Her parents
-Mudbloods
-Rules
-Sobriety
-Marriage
-Helping others
-Pumpkin juice
-Half-bloods
-People who want more than a one night stand
-Teaching
-Religion
-Muggles
-Half-breeds
-Emotions
-Rule followers
-Conventional thinkers
-Peace
-Anything having to do with Muggles, save for fashion
-Overly Emotional People
-The Ministry
-Not being in control
-Imprisonment
patronuses , Ambitious, Cunning, Resourceful
dementors , Witnessing pure innocence, Admitting she’s wrong, Never giving up even when she should
mirror of eriseds , To restore her name from what her parents did to it, Find a partner in crime (that, of course, is willing to take orders), Creating a pureblood run world like it should be
boggarts , Going back to Azkaban, Living a normal life, Becoming a nobody
flaws , In her mind: She has the ability to care about certain people, she’s a professor, she spends too much money on clothes and the like

what about the story of your spiffy life ?

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history , Before Harry Potter was an issue, before the Dark Lord was back in power, and before war was even a thought is where Valeska’s story begins.

A few of Lord Voldemort’s most loyal followers began their search for their leader after the First Wizarding War, dividing the world up into sections that needed to be searched each Death Eater getting their own section. Brone Mulciber, son of one of the Dark Lord’s first Death Eaters, was assigned to Russia, something he was not entirely satisfied with. Of course he would do anything for Voldemort, but being thrust into the freezing tundras of Russia wasn’t exactly where he thought he, of all people, was going to be put. As a smart wizard would do, he made the Russian Ministry of Magic know of his presence in their country (contrary to popular belief, it was his father, not him, that was locked away in Azkaban), which is where he met the woman of his dreams: Yaroslava Kuznetsova, the woman in charge of logging foreign wizards in her country.

Not being the romantic love at first sight type of person, Mulciber was attracted to the curt Russian woman for other reasons, like the necklace dangling around her pale neck donning the Slytherin crest and the tattoo of a runespoor on her right wrist. Despite being thirteen years her senior, he managed to convince the thirty year old to come have a drink with him where he later explained the purpose of his journey, something he thought she would be very interested in.

To his surprise, he found that the Russian was not just a fan of Slytherin, but one of his few descendants. The woman left her job, joined the mystery Death Eater on his search, and never looked back. It was only right that she helped him look for a relative that had the exact views she did. They wed a few months after their meeting and not a month later, Yaroslava was pregnant with their first and only child.

Born December 31st was a baby girl, much to their disappointment. As Brone didn’t care much for heritage, save for his last name, he left his wife to deal with the naming of the child that he clearly wished had been a boy. Sticking to her roots, she named the girl Valeska meaning splendid leader. They could only hope the girl could make something of her life that they could actually be proud of.

Once Valeska was born, Brone didn’t exactly care for the child or her mother as much save for the fact that they were both descendants of the great Salazar Slytherin, which was the only thing that kept him from simply walking out or even simpler: killing them.

At a young age, Valeska started to show signs that could make any Death Eater parents proud, even if she was a girl. From torturing her mother’s cat to speaking to her father’s pet snake, it was clear she had the signs of a great dark witch. From that moment on, the girl was spoiled beyond her wildest dreams, even for as an infant.

As time went on, the less Valeska got. With the rising of the Dark Lord, her parents were much more preoccupied with following his orders that they were gone from their posh London home nearly all the time. Her father was imprisoned in Azkaban when she was seven years old, leading her mother to take over her husband’s spot as a more prolific Death Eater. Being the resourceful Slytherin that she was bound to be, she learned to survive completely by herself in the big empty house, after of course a few nights of crying and starvation.

Then came the worst of it. At age nine, the Second Wizarding War was in full swing, and her father had escaped and her mother again went off to fight in the Battle of Hogwarts. Not that she cared for her parents much since they were never around, she looked at it as if she didn’t even have parents. The Battle of Hogwarts finally made that claim true. Her father was killed and her mother imprisoned in Azkaban, leaving her all alone for good.

She tried to figure out what to do, but a nine year old can only do so much. Thankfully, her mother left a list of things to do before people would come to take her away, the most important being to sell everything you can possibly find and put the money in an account at Gringott’s. Needless to say, she got some strange looks from the Goblins at Gringott’s when she deposited thousands of galleons. Instead of waiting around for a bunch of people to come and take her away to an orphanage, she found one on her own.

Being quite the deceptive girl, even at a young age, she was easily adopted by a Muggle family because she was just “so sweet and lovely, we couldn’t say no to her.” Knowing she only had two years of being spoiled by some rich Muggle family, she put off her true tendencies and waited for her owl and letter welcoming her to Hogwarts where she was obviously sorted into Slytherin.

When at Hogwarts, Valeska let her true colors show. She quickly worked her way to the top of academic and social ladders. The annoying comparisons to Hermione Granger didn’t discourage her though, she simply worked harder to get smarter than the mudblood could have ever been. Her second year she became a Chaser on the Slytherin Quidditch team. Everything was great except when it came to questions about her parents. How did she get the newest broom and the nicest clothes?

Her answer was partially the truth. She lived on her own in her old house with the money that she used from all the old ridiculous things in the house. In the end, she was never one to use her name for advantage. When it came to her opinion of her parents she hated them. She felt they were weak. If they were so great how come one of them was dead and the other in Azkaban? They messed up and she could only learn from their mistakes when it came to her future.

She took all the classes she could get her hands on, and when her fifth year rolled around she got O’s in all her O.W.Ls - charms, transfiguration, herbology, defense against the dark arts, potions, history of magic, arithmancy, care of magical creatures, and study of ancient ruins - save for two, which were astronomy and divination. She never really got into the latter two, so she was okay with getting E’s since she was successful in the rest. In her last two years, as captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team, she found it a bit more difficult to keep up with her studies even though she had been a chaser since her second year, apparently being captain required a good deal more work. Knowing she could have taken N.E.W.Ts in all her prior classes, she decided to drop her least favorable ones including the two classes she received E’s in along with history of magic and care of magical creatures.

Of course, being one to never give up, the Slytherin student dedicated her life to her studies and Quidditch and successfully got oustandings in all her N.E.W.Ts, which she was ecstatic about because she knew to succeed you need brains.

Although she despised Muggles, she even went so far to immerse herself in their subjects. To be the best, you have to know everything.

The summer of her sixth year is when things started to change for her. She had been hanging around children of Death Eaters, and the views that were inevitable about Muggles and the like started to come about. The day before she was to return for her seventh year, she murdered her Muggle parents the old fashioned way, no magic. A few spells here and there and everything was cleaned up and no one suspected anything. She then went on to succeed as normal her seventh year and graduated with no idea what sort of career she should take on to cover her new found joy of killing.

Much to her dismay, she woke up one morning in an Azkaban cell. With no idea why she was there she was, of course, beyond pissed off. But she knew exactly what to do to get out even though it would take a while.

After two years in her cell, simply laying on the floor, drinking water and eating once a week, what she needed to barely survive, she was brought out for her now famous trial. Skin stretched over bones, once bright eyes now dead and sunken into her skull, she addressed the Wizengamot. As they adjusted the pointed spears mere centimeters from her face, tears welled up in her eyes. Her speech revolved around why she should be let out. Why would a girl tortured by Death Eater parents want to follow in their footsteps of death and imprisonment? She was the top of her class, why would she waste that? She was more devastated than ever to find her poor adopted parents gone. Just because she was a descendant of Slytherin didn’t mean she was going to turn into the next Voldemort. Had she ever even shown signs of doing such a thing? No.

In the end, there was an admission that the only reason she was imprisoned was to prevent another uprising of an heir of Slytherin. She was just 20 years old and had an entire life to live, who was to say she would follow the path of her ancestors? But just to be safe she was ordered to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts to discourage any thoughts that could rise up in the future.

Taking her punishment with a smile, she was released and now in the process of becoming a professor: her worst nightmare. Of course she wasn’t going to fight it, how could someone change the world from a cell in Azkaban? After a year of training, she became a full-fledged professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts. As much as she was going to hate it, she could see this working to her advantage.

To deal with the hatred of her job for the past eight years now, Valeska generally resorts to drinking in Hogsmeade every night to take the edge off while she slowly plans her way to fix the world. Despite being at Hogwarts, she hasn’t changed a bit and has heard whisperings of a group with her exact beliefs.

Time to get things going.

mother , Yaroslava Alina Mucliber [nee Kuznetsova], 59 [imprisoned], Former employee of Department of International Magical Cooperation in Russia and converted Death Eater
father , Brone Mulciber, 53 upon death, Former Death Eater
siblings , Only child
spouse , Valeska thinks marriage is for the weak.
children , Why would she waste a perfectly good life on annoying little brats?
others , She doesn’t know the rest of her distant family, or if she even has any, and would prefer to keep it that way.

aside from this epic fantasy, who are you ?

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name , Chelsea
age , Eighteen
experience , Goodness, I’d have to say at least seven years
sample , WARNING: Foul Language and Violence!
“He had no idea what was going on around him, sure he knew plenty about Russia, in this line of work you had to know everything about everywhere and everyone, but the harshness of their voices no matter the occasion was all-in-all overwhelming. Briefcase in hand, as always, he felt that all eyes were on him as he pushed through swarms of drunken Russians. Why had they picked New Years Eve in Russia of all places?   The country was known for their extravagance, especially on this night of all nights. Clearing his throat to pass through another crowd of unfriendly foreigners, which gave him a collective death stare, he finally found the room he was looking for: 207.

There was no need for knocking, he had been given the key card by Cobol Engineering; they said he’d find her in there, no questions asked, which was a rather hard idea to grasp for the experienced Point Man. His life revolved around questions, but maybe this once he’d have to deal with it. Sliding in the key, the door clicked and he entered, almost cautiously, and apparently with good reason. As soon as he stepped in, a Beretta 92 was aimed right between his eyes. Placing the briefcase to the floor, he raised his hands up slowly, really not in the mood to get shot.

“Riley, please put the gun down, this isn’t any fun to me.”

“Arthur? Well, I’ll be!” The owner of the gun exclaimed with a classy British accent, sliding the weapon back into its thigh holster under her skirt. “I haven’t seen you in bloody ages!” The man gave a sigh of relief and crossed the room to greet his old acquaintance, now that the gun was gone.

“So you’re the extractor we’re taking on, huh?” Wrapping his arms around the small woman in a hug, surprised that he was not towering over her as he used to in the past. Taking a step back, he looked down at her, spotting a pair of five inch red heels on her small feet, which he gave a nod of recognition.

“Apparently I am, love,” she stated with a devilish smirk before placing a kiss on his cheek. “Now, what’s going on?” Despite the cigarette holder balanced gracefully between pale fingers on one hand and the large granyonyi stakan full of straight vodka in the other, she was all business when it came down to what she loved best: Extraction.

“I’m here to pick you up so we a go meet Eames and some new “missing link” or something like that.”

“Eames? That son of a bitch?” Riley groaned, tossing the rest of the liquid back with ease, the burning sensation having become a thing of the past, before taking one last drag on the dying cigarette, “Well, this shall be wonderful then.” Dropping the bud to the floor, she crushed the last hopeful sparks beneath her heel and grabbed a long blank pea coat, which she shrugged on to her thin shoulders and looked to the man with a grin, “Shall we then?” Motioning a hand towards the door, telling him to lead the way, while she couldn’t help be slightly excited to join a legitimate team once again.

The Russian-Brit was something of a phenomenon in the world of Dream-Sharing. The thirty-two year old had been trained by the best, Cobb, with Arthur and a few others many years ago. Before Cobb turned to the illegal aspect of the work, she was already there. Having grown up as a poor homeless girl on the streets of London, the woman had a knack for stealing add that up with a penchant for the world of the dream and she was golden. She bounced around from country to country, sometimes alone others with a team, stealing information for companies, the government, everyday rich folk, basically anyone that would offer her cash.

Sure, it had gotten old, but it was what she loved.  That’s where Cobol came in. Cobb was gone, anyone who knew the world they worked in knew that the best was gone, which only meant one thing: it was time for his best student to step up. Everyone knew she was the best next to Cobb, but the only issue was finding the illustrious Extractor. There had been months of running from notorious Point Man to sketchy Architect that she had worked with until they had stumbled upon the bit of information that she always spent New Years in her birth country of Russia.

Arthur, having gone through training with the woman, was of course the first choice for collecting her. He wasn’t exactly pleased, after all she wasn’t exactly the eager young brain that she was when they were learning the ins and outs of the dream. He had heard many things, maybe too much, but he knew most of it had to be true when it came from legitimate sources, i.e. not the type of people she generally worked with. He knew she was troubled since the beginning. Who wouldn’t be when both parents were dead by the time she reached adolescence due to Russian mob affiliations? Cobb always knew she would be great because of her past, but Arthur was never so sure, even from the beginning.

He had always been suspicious, even before he really got into working, but with her it was more than suspicions, it was plain inevitable. She was great, probably the best, better than Cobb since she didn’t drag around shades of her previous life; but she was risky, riskier than Cobb, and that was saying a lot. Sometimes he wondered if he was just wary because she wasn’t Cobb, the man he had been working with nearly his entire career, or because she truly was dangerous. Though, danger and risks did lead to the big breaks and bucks. How else would have Inception actually worked?

Bundling his jacket around his small frame as the cold air hit him like a wall of bricks, he glanced over to the woman expecting the same reaction, but she simply looked as if she was still in the hotel. “So Cobb’s gone for good then?” Riley asked, icy blue eyes focused on the groups of people in her way.

“Yeah, he finally made it back home.” Arthur couldn’t have been happier for the man, since that was all he ever wanted, but he did feel lost without him. He was in charge now, well he had been before he picked up Riley. Now she would be, but he had felt the pass few months to be nearly impossible to grasp. Sure, after they nailed Inception life was great. They all had money, Cobb had his family, everyone was happy. Then, Cobol Engineering wanted more, but they couldn’t deliver. Not without a skilled Extractor.

Sure, Arthur could find someone to do the job, but he didn’t exactly trust anyone when it came to getting any job done. He would only deal with the best, and now that the best was walking in step beside him, he didn’t know if he was relieved or worried.

“Good for him,” the Brit replied softly, almost sadly. She had stayed in touch with Cobb when she could, would meet up with him when they happened to be in the same country at first for him to check up on her, then for her to check up on him. She knew how bad he wanted to go back to his children, how tortured he was by Mal, and she couldn’t have been happier for her mentor. There was a tiny bit of her though, that was saddened by the fact that she would never see him again.

Arthur gave a nod before taking the lead, trying to weave through crowds of drunken Russians to find the restaurant they agreed to meet up in. He had slowly found that life in reality was a lot harder for him these days. Being the best Point Man in the world meant nothing when you were thrown into real life where everything was truly random and you didn’t know every little thing about everyone. Since Cobb left, he almost felt he had lost a part of himself, like he had taken a step back in who he was and what he did.

“Bloody hell, Arthur! Grow a pair!” Riley cursed, pushing past him before grabbing on to his hand and weaving through the crowds. The fact that these were her people meant nothing, the woman was aggressive and had no patience, a deadly combination. The upcoming wall of people was not even a challenge to her as she pulled out a Colt Anaconda from her coat pocket and fired a few rounds into the air, a slur of Russian threats following. Of course, the crowd cleared in a burst of hysterics, but a few remained.

Arthur tossed a pair of wide eyes to the woman, clearly saying ‘what the fuck was that for.’ His glare was no help as she stepped up to the large men that stood in front of her. He had seen these men before in his research, and they were a force to reckoned with. Reaching a hand forward to the woman, he was too late.

“Получить ебут с нашего пути, или я ваш удар мозги всему этому тротуару,” Arthur had no idea what her words meant, but he had an idea with the malice pulsating through every word. Before he could predict what would happen next, two gun shots went off and the men were laying in puddles of their own blood, holes right between their eyes.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Arthur shouted as he watched Riley put the two guns back in their respective spots. “You just fucking killed those guys for no reason! Do you have any clue who they are?!” She then knelt next to the dead men, and pulled a folded piece of parchment out of on of their pockets. “We’re as good as dead now, we need to get out of here now!” She unfolded the paper and smirked before slowly rising to her feet, “Are you even listening to me?!”

“Obviously I’m fucking listening to you when you’re screaming like a little fucking girl. Bloody hell, boy,” she mumbled with an eye roll before turning to him with a smirk. “I believe this is what you were looking for,” she stated, handing him the paper, which he grabbed with a look of pure confusion.

“I wasn’t-”

“Just open it,” she said, nodding to the paper before taking out the Beretta once again.

Brown eyes dancing over the foreign, yet so familiar language, he was still beyond confused until the words matched up with the familiar French voice of Edith Piaf echoing over the streets, “Hold on..”

“Too late,” Riley uttered with a smirk as the streets began to fill with swarms of Russians with weapons at the ready. “I hate doing this to such a pretty face,” placing the gun against his forehead before he could even voice his realization, the weapon went off.

Brown eyes shooting open, Arthur looked down to his wrist and shook his head, “Bitch,” he mumbled with a smirk before yanking the device from his skin as he watched Riley stir across from him in a lounge chair.  Pissed and impressed at the same time, he stood and went to kick her chair, but her piercing blue eyes slowly opened before he had a chance.

“How the hell-”

“A magician never tells how to do the trick,” she replied with a grin as she began packing up the PASIV.

“Impressive. Truly impressive.”

“I know. You don’t have to tell me,” she glanced up at him and chuckled, “but it is nice to hear. I figured I’d need some way to convince you that I was good for this besides just running my mouth. So, are we good now?”

“Very good,” Arthur replied with a grin as he grabbed his pinstriped suit jacket from the chair he had previously been occupying. Adjusting his red tie, he looked around the room, trying to figure out where they were.

“Above the restaurant,” Riley chimed in as she looked into a mirror, reapplying some red lipstick to her full lips, making her pale skin look even ghostlier.

“Very impressive.”

“I did learn from the best.” Tightening the dress that rested around her almost too thin waist, she brushed off the red fabric that reached just past her knees before spinning around to look at Arthur, “Shall we then?” She asked, motioning to the door just as she had in the dream, unable to hide the smirk on her thin face.

“Yes, we shall,” he replied, holding out his arm to the woman, able to trust her just as he did before he truly knew who she was. Descending the stairs to the restaurant, the two looked like a couple straight out of the 50s with Arthur in pinstriped vest and pants, jacket slung over his shoulder, and saddle shoes to the complete the look; while Riley was in a tight red sarong style dress, half a white bow resting on her bony hip, her white-blonde hair in victory rolls with a large white flower tucked in the back, five inch white pumps, and a white jacket resting gently on her shoulders. 

“Darling, aren’t you ready for the most magnificent- Eames?!” Riley exclaimed softly, pulling Arthur over to the table that the man she had worked with a couple of times and a new face were at. “It’s been ages, hasn’t it Arthur?”

“Yes, honey, it has.” The two were obviously too dressed for the place, something the stylish duo would never give up on, so they planned out a way to make it less obvious what was going on. “Old man, we were just about to head out for a night on the town, care to join us?”

Smacking his arm playfully, Riley let out a chuckle, “Don’t be rude, love! Your lady friend is welcome to join us as well, that is if you would care to see a real Russian night on New Year's Eve.”

Riley was a familiar face around this area, so if she was seen dressed as usual in a small restaurant with unknown figures it would be obvious what was going on. “We really must be going though, so if you’d like to join us,” she began with a cordial smile as she looked to the door, “I’d recommend you come now.” The last part wasn’t so young married couple going out on the town in Russia, but a ‘let’s get this over with.’

Arthur gave a nod to Eames and the other woman before sliding on Riley’s jacket for her, taking care of his next and heading for the door, “It’s going to be a grand time!”

You had to do what you had to do these days to keep under the radar.”

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[Amy]

Once again, this seems pretty good to me. I like your model *is a little monster* Only thing I would add or change would be to mention that as a descendant, maybe that she's more distant than say, Voldemort had been, but still has a little of the blood, and therefore, the traits of Slytherin. These are just my thoughts and if you disagree or feel strongly on the matter feel free to say, I'm open to discussion.

Other than that, you're obviously a very talented writer and I'd like to welcome you aboard.

[Valeska Mulciber]

Thank you very much (:
And yeah, I agree. I could have sworn I put stuff in there, but when I get back from dinner I'll read through it and edit it up!

[Rachael]

I like dis!


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