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Nicholas Eversly

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Nicholas Eversly last won the day on December 5 2018

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About Nicholas Eversly

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    Married ex-wife - learning from your mistakes is overrated
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  1. Familie - Beste ouder

    Mat Muir
  2. Zitten blijven en andere Zweinstein-dingen

    Iedereen gaat over... denk ik... ugh. galahad Graham, Austen Cotterell en Moraine Foulkes-Davenport gaat daarmee neem ik aan van school. Eh. Alleen heb ik nog niet geplot dus misschien kom ik maar gewoon je woede riskeren en vraag ik het nog te vranderen. Sorry guys.
  3. 15+ - Grootste fuckboy

  4. 15+ - Grootste fuckboy

    Is dit een gender neutrale award want er mogen ook best wat dames op die lijst
  5. 15+ - Personage wiens korset losser zou mogen

    Thomasin Hastings
  6. [1837/1838][EN] Fog of War

    “It’s possible,” Nicholas admitted with a half smile, not mentioning that this train of thought of course was one he’d exhaustively entertained over the past few months - it was his job, just as making the chance of anything like this as small as possible had been when he had vetted those very few people that they regularly allowed into their home. He understood why Alexis was thinking this way and he was just willing to talk about anything rather than Georgia and Christian at Eversly manor. “But the guards change too regularly and too unpredictably for any one of them to have done it, or to have made a good target for an Imperius curse. Plus my Aurors are frequently but irregularly subjected to a Fall, you know, just as a precaution, it’s to stop people from trying to put an Imperius curse on them just as much as it is to detect any that have taken place...” So for the guards, it was incredibly unlikely that they were doing it on their own choosing and had all organized themselves into a roster, and someone else cursing enough of them to make a dent was even more difficult to believe. He was relieved. He really hadn’t wanted to feel betrayed by his people again. Although of course, what Alexis was experiencing, the feeling of not being able to trust anyone, was something he was as familiar with as he was with his wife. The other three... that was more of a difficult story. Aiden... Well, nowadays Nicholas actually didn’t see much of Aiden, but of course he did have general access to their house. Then again, it would take a lot to jinx Aiden and he was pretty damn sure the guy was resistant enough to the Imperius curse to either be able to shake it off or make life incredibly difficult for the person choosing to employ such a measure against him. And by his own lights... no. He trusted Aiden. The housekeeper, then. Not impossible, though extremely unlikely. Lizzy was a house-elf, albeit freelance, and as such would be loath, almost incapable, of betraying her master. They could, if they really wanted to they could, but he also could not imagine that she really wanted to. She’d been working for him longer than Alexis had been with him, and she felt she owed him... No, he could barely imagine it. Plus, due to her nature, Imperius curses did not really take hold for her. And Callie... “Remind me how we found Callie again? Any idea where she lives if it’s not with us? And she hasn’t been acting strangely... right?” He had the file, of course, but perhaps there was more, perhaps Alexis remembered a detail or other... Perhaps he was grasping at straws.
  7. Mijn Personagedossier kan worden nagekeken!

  8. Vragen, suggesties, foutjes en errors

    Mag Peter Cotterells naam veranderd naar Will Fernes? / yay, reusing my accounts
  9. [1837/1838][EN] Fog of War

    “I will,” he said and his jaw had set in a way that implicated few good things for everyone trying to stop him as he stopped himself from taking Alexis’s hand (in case she had, whatever, a tiny needle injecting love potion between her fingers or something even though she would have been searched before being allowed to enter and was in any case under house arrest and a pretty close watch so how she could have gotten such an item stretched belief, but on the other hand if Nicholas was on the other side of the equation he knew that he wouldn’t want to be taking any risks either, so he grudgingly had to understand) and could merely look into her eyes and promise her this one thing, this small thing, too little too late as he always was. He would stop this. He didn’t know how, he only knew how he had stopped everything that came before, by dint of luck and lots and lots and lots of hard work... That better work in this scenario too. One thing was certain: chatting with the psychologist was not going to do it. Again, he didn’t even know if he could blame the woman. He didn’t know if he was, by and large, all that sane. He chuckled halfheartedly. “Yes, that’s so you, utter co-dependence...” He smiled. “And they’ll be okay, with my parents, really, they only hire competent nannies.” He hummed. “What can we do, do you think? Go over suspects again... your alibis...” round and round and round we go.
  10. [1837/1838][EN] Fog of War

    Hey, no Transfiguration Today was a serious matter, all right, Alexis? Sure, not as serious as an impending conviction or a voluntary commitment to a mental hospital, but even so, certainly up there on the list of priorities. He knew Alexis understood. After all, boredom made him impossible, but she didn’t fare all that well on it, either. He remembered a certain castle in Scotland that had suffered quite a bit of the brunt of her discontent last time she’d been forced into house arrest. She hadn’t taken to it at the time either. Course, last time it had been his fault... all right, fair enough, this time though they had nothing conclusive yet as far as he was aware (he’d strong-armed his people into keeping him up to date on the investigation as he languished here’s) it was probably his fault too, because this was probably happening because of him but at least this time he wasn’t holding the key. And she hadn’t been tortured this time around, either. “Mm. Before you leave, I think I’ll bully your escort into relaying my subscription here,” he joked with a smile and a half glance to the Auror in the corner, who smirked at him and nodded. “They’re treating you courteously, I hope?” It was the least they could do and if they did not even do that, he would wreak the worst of havoc. Upon getting out of here, admittedly. But perhaps his havoc wreaking would need employment for someone other than his colleagues. “They did what?” He stared at her in absolute horror, it was still too soon for rage as the memories of his own childhood with his parents dawned on him. “Unfit guardian? They should’ve bloody called me to the stand, I could tell them something about guardianship...” Georgia and Christian in the large marble house, in the dainty English garden. “You say that Alexis is the only person you’ve always trusted. Is that not so for your parents?” “I don’t want to talk about my parents. It’s not their love potion you’re looking into. I can say many mean things about them, if you’re concerned.” “Did you feel not safe with them?” “I was... no. I don’t want to talk about it, and it’s not as though they ever hurt me.” As he said it, though, he remembered his father pushing him down a flight of stairs so he wouldn’t make a mockery of the OWL examinations and the Eversly name. “There has to be something.”
  11. Romantiek - Om deze break-up moet ik nog steeds huilen

    But they’re fine now!
  12. Uitstel einde van het jaar

    Yay voor een maand en yay voor langere zomer, ik heb dan altijd teveel te doen.
  13. Afwezigheidstopic

    Got married! Then bought a house! Busy now. Surprise.
  14. [1837/1838][EN] Fog of War

    Nicholas wasn’t all that happy that Alexis had managed a visit, to be honest. He knew that he should be and he knew that he oughtn’t worry about it, but secretly he didn’t really want her to see him like this, here, in this environment that suited him so poorly and yet defined him so completely. It was stupid, he knew that. After all, she knew why he was here, she knew that he wasn’t crazy (well, at least, that if he was it was at most tangentially connected to his stay in the ‘wellness resort’,) she knew that he didn’t belong. That this was merely temporary. And she’d seen him at his worst before, she’d seen him after he’d gotten himself blown up, she’d seen him mangled, she’d seen him hospitalised. She’d seen him crushed and desperate, when she had been at her worst himself... she’d seen him worry for her and the children. She’d seen him in pain over hardly being able to see them at all. She had handled all of that, and she would be able to handle this. He would just have to swallow his pride and discomfort. After all, this place required that daily. The visit room had about the same setup as an interview room back at the Auror offices and looked about as welcoming; presumably, it was suitable for dangerously unstable patients, indeed a category which often had a lot of overlap with stays in a ministry cell. Nicholas tried to ignore the implications of them putting him and Alexis in here instead of one of the less secure more cozy rooms which he was sure they had, tried just to be relieved not to be subjected to the center’s definition of ‘cozy’ again - many knitted items of inexplicable purpose, it seemed - and smiled at his wife. “Bored, I assume?” he said lightly, and oh yes, he was certainly faking it, he hadn’t felt light since it had dawned on him that he was going to have to check himself in here, but he wasn’t going to share that sense of dread and helplessness with Alexis, with his Auror colleague, or indeed with his therapist - possibly why he wasn’t making great progress. “They don’t have the best of libraries here, I’m afraid. A lot of self help and reflection aid, very low on curse defences or even Transfiguration Today. Dismal.” He smiled. “But, how are you?”
  15. Afwezigheidstopic

    Oververmoeid of iets dergelijks, deze week in elk geval nog minder aanwezig.