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  1. [1836/1837] Fool me once, you can't, screw you

    Uuuuuugh, serieus? Alsof ze niets beters te doen had dan op een of andere idioot te letten. Hayes had niets gezegd over wat hij had gedaan of waarom er op hem gelet moest worden, dus misschien was het wel belangrijk, maar kon echt niemand anders het doen? Louise stond geirriteerd mompelend op met haar koffie en het pak perkamenten waar ze mee bezig was en gooide vervolgens de perkamenten geergerd op Hayes' bureau en plofte neer in een stoel. Ze was van plan geweest om niets tegen de man te zeggen, want ze had werk, maar de man had een ander idee. Louise keek chagrijnig naar hem op, terwijl ze haar koffie roerde. "Weet je wat?" Vroeg ze overdreven. "Je hebt gelijk! Waarom heb ik daar nooit eerder aan gedacht! Oh! Oh... Juist. Les 1. Luister al helemaal niet naar mensen die net gearresteerd zijn." Louise glimlachte vriendelijk naar hem. "Naam?"
  2. [1834/1835][EN] Are Silvershores allowed to become aurors?

    Well there went her plan to pretend she suddenly forgot how to speak English. Damn the English upper class. What was there obsession with French? Fine, yes, it was nice to be able to speak in her native language, but it was impossible to find an excuse not to speak to them, because all of them understood her perfectly. Or at least, they all pretended they did and got upset at her if she didn't understand their bad attempts at speaking the language. And he wouldn't stop it with the personal questions. The more he spoke, the more awkward he became. Was he seriously suggesting she should marry his tutor? Seriously? Had his parents just taught him what marriage was or something? Where did the obsession come from? "Ah, no, I don't know any Monsieur Fabron." She said, also in French. "Besides, I wouldn't have time for marriage. Aurors are very busy people." Please, kid, please don't know any other aurors.
  3. [1835/1836][EN] Titles are hard

    Yup. He was one of those. Definitely one of those. Merde. The first time she met an American and he was a terrible man who assumed that she couldn't be a real auror because she...what... lacked the proper vulnerable parts? Sure his description of the "land of the free" sounded lovely. She'd love to live in a country where a king was something that only existed in fairytales. Where something like that could be thought of as archaic and stupid. Because it was. A leader should be chosen by the people, not born. Leaders were never born. She'd seen babies, they were dumb and some of those had actually been kings. She'd rather have an adult she could vote for. Not that she would be able to outside of the magical world. Because muggles were as archaic as kings. Louise crossed her arms to her chest. Her expression soured a little. "I am a field agent." She said. "Like you. Do you have a problem with that, hmm?"
  4. [1834/1835][EN] Are Silvershores allowed to become aurors?

    Ahahaha... Oh dear... How was she going to explain "no, I'm a bastard" to a child? Simple answer... Not. It wasn't appropriate. Well, it was fine to her, it always had been, but society had slightly different rules and she didn't want the boy to make a scene in the middle of an auror's office. She didn't know if he would, but if he didn't know what a bastard was, he'd want her to explain it, because this boy liked asking too many personal questions and she couldn't explain it because it involved elements his parents should be telling him. "No, no, I am not married." She said. "I just...changed my name to be more French, because I am from France." There. That seemed like a believable explanation, right? "But how nice to know you are friends with Helios." She met him once, right? She might have. There were so many Kingsley-Savages and she was a daughter of the heir so they liked talking to her. "If I see him I will tell him I spoke to you."
  5. [1835/1836][EN] Titles are hard

    Head's assistent. Warning bells. Very loud warning bells. No, all right, she was going to give this man the benefit of the doubt. Maybe this was some kind of American joke she didn't understand. So she just laughed a bit awkwardly. "Aaah, no." She said. "I am your colleague." It better be a joke. There was nothing Louise hated more than a man who underestimated her just because she was a woman. Maybe a rich man who underestimated her because she was a woman. There were no differences between her competence and that of her male colleagues. In fact, some of them were worse at this than her, so if he actually meant this he could take that comment and shove it up his... but she was going to be calm about this. And give him the benefit of the doubt. "I am French, yes." She said, a little proudly. Because she was proud. France was an amazing country after all. "And ah, no, I have never been to the United States. I would like to someday. It seems like a wonderful country." With a president, not a king. Someone who was chosen by the people. "Tell me about it."
  6. Ah yes, the examiners. She both feared them and admired them in a strange way. Louise always wondered a little what kind of fears those people would have. If you weren't scared of bodies in such a way that you were fine with sticking your hand in one, there surely wasn't much that could scare you. But then again, maybe they were just scared of spiders or mice or maybe talking to strangers. Louise wasn't scared of any of those things. She had her own fears, but they were safely locked up inside her head and would never come out, because talking about fears was for healthy, normal people weaklings. But medical examiners played no further part in this conversation. This was about Dorian Adams. At first glance he seemed... fine. Future criminal profiler, friendly and polite, didn't meddle with her case for longer than a quick, fun conversation, thanked her... He was also pretty handsome which helped too. Yeah. Louise thought she could like him. As long as he didn't just turn out to be some kind of psycho. Haha. "Until next time." She said and returned to her work. There was a case to be solved. No time for pleasantries now. She walked back to the building. "Any news on the floo network?" Done!
  7. [1834/1835][EN] Are Silvershores allowed to become aurors?

    Oh Merlin’s beard! Old and upstanding family, for fuck’s sake. Dégage toi, bourgeois. Yeah, fine, he was a little boy, but she’d been his age once and she’d known better than to be like that. And she was apparently a Kingsley-Savage or whatever. Granted, she hadn’t known at the time and she’d lived on the streets so maybe their lives weren’t very comparable, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to do that anyway. ”Well, I am sorry.” She said, only slightly sarcastically. ”I am sure the Silvershores are very respectable.” She barely knew who they were. ”I am Louise Deniaud. Of the... Kingsley-Savage family.” That was apparently important to him? Families and their names. She didn’t know. And she actually didn’t care very much. But maybe it’d make him a little less insufferable knowing that she was from one of those big, fancy families too. ”Do you need help finding your way back to your Silvershores?”
  8. Oh, he didn’t have a job. So... he walked around trying to find crime scenes because he was bored? Because that would be creep. Oh wait. He had applied for a job. As a criminal profiler! ”Ah.” Louise said, finally understanding. ”That explains a lot. At least i do not have to be afraid of you doing this as a hobby of some kind.” She smiled at him. But then she looked at the crime scene. It didn’t seem respectful to be here smiling and chatting right now. ”Well... You did help me think of a few things. So maybe I will put in a good word for you.” She said. She didn’t know him, of course, but if he was applying to be a criminal profiler and was actually a psycho, those people would probably know. Her recommendation wouldn’t do any harm. Haha. ”Listen, I should probably get back to work.” It was a shame almost and Louise thought for a little while. ”But it was very nice meeting you. Maybe we could meet again some day?”
  9. Cath's Plot Reading Guide

    Maart 1834: Louise ontmoet iemand die totaal niet verdacht is.
  10. [1834/1835][EN] Are Silvershores allowed to become aurors?

    Teach him? Teach him? How to knock people unconscious? Was he... When she was his age she already knew how to do it, but when she was his age, she’d been homeless all her life. She had to. This boy looked clean, well cared for, with mended clothes and cut hair. ”I can not.” She simply said at first, but then realised she probably needed something else to satisfy the young boy. Though up until now he didn’t seem satisfied by anything. ”Us aurors use very... secret techniques. We can not just show them to anyone. It might show the criminals what we are capable of. You understand, right? Where is your guardian?”
  11. Ha. Wouldn’t their life be easy if all murderers felt guilty? If they all instantly regretted their actions and turned themselves in? Technically her life would be easier if they weren’t murderers in the first place, in fact everyone’s lives would be easier, but then she’d be out of a job. Well, no, that wasn’t true. She’d just get a different job. Become an adventurer or something. Work on the revolution effort without anyone being hurt by it. To be honest, that would be more amazing than anything she could hope for. It was a shame life didn’t work that way. But that’s why people like Louise were needed. And no, the perpetrator wouldn’t come in, Louise thought. Even if he felt guilty, they’d probably be too much of a coward. Anyway, not a reporter, that was good. He could always be lying of course, but Louise honestly didn’t think figuring it out was worth the effort. After today they would probably have gotten all information they could out of the crime scene and maybe the murder being published would cause witnesses to step forward. Would save them the trouble. In any case, the press was quick, but not so quick that they could compromise the crime scene today. Anyway, he gave her a name. She’d never heard it before, but then again she hadn’t been in England for very long, so that wasn’t strange. ”Louise Deniaud.” She responded with a smile. ”Pleasure to meet you. So. If you are not a journalist and not a detective. Then what do you do?”
  12. [1834/1835][EN] Are Silvershores allowed to become aurors?

    Oh, mon dieu... Was this child serious? She knew children normally didn’t know what they were talking about, but surely she’d been more responsible when she was his age. Though to be fair, at his age she’d never known the comfort of a warm bed. She knew exactly what violence was and how it felt to be knocked unconscious. She knew about hunger and pain and the horrors of living on the streets as a child. All things that left a mark and she should be happy that a child such as this one could afford to have a childish view of violence. He wouldn’t always feel like that. So she just sighed and pointed to a chair where he could sit down. She sat down in a chair opposite him. Maybe if she kept talking to him, he wouldn’t cause havoc somewhere else. She could keep him distracted. ”Yes, I’m French,” she said, ”and we’re not volatile. We’re fighters. Us French people fight against injustice whenever we can. We don’t like knocking people unconscious, but we also know that sometimes it’s necessary.” Ok, fine, not all French people were like that. But she loved her own country and she hated the English view of it. Maybe a little lie to make dear France seem better wasn’t so bad. ”That’s why I became an auror. To fight against injustice.”
  13. [1834/1835][EN] Are Silvershores allowed to become aurors?

    Louise didn’t like it when children were in the offices. Mostly because if you could find a child in an auror’s office, that meant it was probably bad news. Children should never ever be involved in business that needed an auror, but they all too often were. Louise hated it. She hated staring at their teary faces. Hated having to ask them things that would be hard to answer. She’d want to hug them and tell them things would be all right and sometimes she could, but other times the children were so scared, they didn’t want to be touched. And sometimes “it will be all right” was a lie. Luckily it didn’t happen that often. And then there were kids like this boy. Kids who were apparently fans and wanted to ask them uncomfortable questions, followed by a nanny or some other staff member. A rich kid, probably belonging to one of the ministry workers. Louise instantly disliked him. Mostly because he said he wanted to kill someone. ”I am an auror.” Louise said. ”And no, I have not killed anyone. You shouldn’t either. Killing is bad, even if you’re good and it’s better to knock someone unconscious if you need to.” She paused for a moment. ”Not that you should! Knocking people unconscious is bad.”
  14. Wow, he was just as horrible as Louise had imagined. Not that that was hard, seeing as this was a man who had sent his own son to a dirty torture asylum, but hey, people never failed to go above and beyond her imagination. She could see that he was rich. Maybe that was why. No, Louise wasn’t a fan of rich people. Never had been. They always acted the most important, but always had the most skeletons hiding deep within their many cupboards. And Asher. Merlin, the poor man didn’t even seem to dare to say anything back. She looked at him for a moment. He looked so confused and Louise wished she could slap the hand off of his shoulder. Instead she opted to stand in between Asher and his father, so he would have to move away. Straightening her back, making herself look taller and more confident. Even if she couldn’t quite reach his height, she was still stronger than him. He was an old man. She was a trained auror. Try her. ”You will not.” She said. ”I have full authority to take him out of there and there is nothing you can do about that.” She took out the badge she kept for muggles. The one that wasn’t magic. Hopefully this would work, but she’d gladly show him some magic if it was needed. ”Bringing him here was a courtesy. Because he wanted it. But if you don’t want him...” Louise shrugged. ”I’d be more than glad to bring him somewhere else. I would rather bring him somewhere where he is wanted. And if you do not like that, you can take that up with my boss. How does that sound?” Terrible. She probably wasn’t supposed to intervene at all. Hadn’t even bothered to tell him he was doing this. But he’d understand, right? She couldn’t just leave him there. She wasn’t intervening with muggles, Asher was a wizard! They couldn’t leave him in some horrible hell hole where he’d be tortured and starved. He’d understand, right? Hopefully. She stood by her decision anyway. No matter what other people thought.
  15. [1835/1836] Even legends die eventually. So try that.

    Louise wist niet eens hoe de Kingsley-Savages aan haar adres waren gekomen en ergens vond ze dat heel erg vervelend. Ze was een schouwer. Mensen hoorden niet zomaar aan haar adres te kunnen komen. Dat was potentieel levensgevaarlijk. Niet dat Louise zelf vijanden had en eigenlijk zou ze niet weten wie wanhopig genoeg was om bij haar naar binnen te breken, maar toch. Je wist maar nooit. Veiligheid boven alles! Beter verantwoordelijk dan... Ha, nee, oke, die gedachte kon ze niet afmaken. Niet als ze in het weekend naar Frankrijk vertrok om daar te protesteren zonder dat ze oplette of dat nou wel zo’n goed idee was. Louise was een hele goede schouwer, hoor, echt waar. Ze was gewoon niet zo’n goed mens. Maar goed, ze had een uitnodiging gekregen en nu was ze dus... op de begrafenis van haar vader. Het was vreemd. Vooral omdat ze het in de krant had moeten lezen voor ze de uitnodiging had gekregen. Ze had het meteen aan Mathieu verteld, geen idee of die het al wist, maar verder had ze geen nieuws gehoord. Tot de begrafenis. En toen ze daar was aangekomen... Merlijn, ze wist totaal niet wat ze hiervan moest denken. Aan de ene kant was haar vader dood. Ze wist nauwelijks nog hoe het was toen haar moeder overleed, maar ze wist zeker dat ze verdrietiger was dan nu. Ergens vroeg ze zich af of ze het zich meer zou moeten aantrekken. Of ze misschien zou moeten huilen, want het was toch haar vader en het was vreemd dat hij er nu niet meer was, maar aan de andere kant... Wat wist ze nou eigenlijk van hem? Ze werd naar voren geleid. Naar een plek waar een rij mensen zaten waarvan ze meteen een zwaar verdacht gevoel kreeg. Raoul, Hélène, Mathieu natuurlijk, George... Oh fuck. Dit waren haar broers en zussen. Ze keek ze allemaal even verbijsterd aan en probeerde ze mentaal te tellen. Was dit iedereen? Konden ze dat überhaupt zeker weten? Man, dit was vreselijk. Zie, dit was precies waarom dit allemaal zo vreemd was. Haar vader was dood en dat was verschrikkelijk, maar oh Morgana’s bloed, wat was dit voor poppenkast? En al die familie. Het was overweldigend. Het was verschrikkelijk, maar ze kon het niet helpen om toch een beetje nieuwsgierig en blij te zijn dat ze eindelijk de rest ook zag. En toch. Misschien was het beter om haar verstand op nul te zetten en te wachten tot dit voorbij was. Helaas mocht dat blijkbaar niet. Er waren speeches. Eerst van Hélène of...Honey of hoe ze dan ook heette. Toen van George, waarvan ze wist dat dat de nieuwe erfgenaam was. Allemaal heel logisch uiteraard. Het waren geen mooie, dramatische speeches, maar het was...iets. Al moest ze proberen niet al te erg met haar ogen te rollen tijdens de speech van Hélène. Haar man. Ha. Eikel. Zie als die vrouw nou slim was, dan zou ze doorhebben dat ze een schouwer in de familie had die er misschien wat aan kon doen, maar neeee... “Oh, ik ben gevallen. Ja, voor de dertigste keer. Ja, precies op mijn oog en nergens anders. Ik ben gewoon zoooo onhandig.“ Toen ze klaar waren, verwachtte Louise dat nu zijn vrouw aan de beurt was. Iets waar ze zich een beetje zorgen over maakte, want toen ze naar de vrouw keek, leek die niet helemaal door te hebben waar ze was. Maar toen werd zij aangetikt. En werd er naar haar gekeken. Louise stak een wenkbrauw op en wees naar zichzelf. Er werd geknikt. “Eh... Oké dan...“ Mompelde ze, terwijl ze ongemakkelijk opstond en naar het podium liep. “Ehm...“ Begon ze. “Ik... heb mijn vader nooit gekend. En...eigenlijk ook nooit gezien. Hij heeft me een keer een brief gestuurd! Maar ehm.. dat was het. Ik weet eigenlijk ook niet wat ik hier zou moeten zeggen. Hij was vast...aardig? Of zo. Hij leek niet zo... Waarom kijkt die man zo boos naar me?“ En waarom zag hij eruit alsof hij een snor op zijn gezicht had geplakt.