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    Married ex-wife - learning from your mistakes is overrated
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  1. [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.”
  2. Romantiek - Om deze break-up moet ik nog steeds huilen

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

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

    Got married! Then bought a house! Busy now. Surprise.
  5. [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?”
  6. Afwezigheidstopic

    Oververmoeid of iets dergelijks, deze week in elk geval nog minder aanwezig.
  7. IC Buitenwereld Mededelingen

    Hij blijft maar beter voor vier jaar, that's all I'm saying. Was getekend, Interim Minister - Nicholas Eversly
  8. Vragen, suggesties, foutjes en errors

    Mag Adrian Hollow's naam veranderd worden in Austen Cotterell, please?
  9. [1837/1838][EN] Fog of War

    That was the end of February; Nicholas went from being interim Minister to being a patient on a psych ward, so, you know, he loved neither title and at least it worked out well and he could just make his secretary make all the preparations for the handover. If she couldn’t manage, the new Minister was more than welcome to come and visit at his rustic retreat, after all. The job was crazy, as crazy as anyone applying for it seemed to be, so, who knew. Maybe it’d do him or her some good. He couldn’t worry about it. His sense of duty had never extended that far. Plus, it wasn’t doing him any good and so he was a little preoccupied. There was no medication this time. He didn’t need any, and would adamantly refuse any if it was offered but it hadn’t been; they seemed at least more professional than in his previous experiences. Still, those thoughts bothered him, haunted him more than they had in the past ten years in the clean, calm environment where you couldn’t hear any of the noises of the streets of London, or any of the fights of the kids, or lacked the sense of something being on the verge of tumbling down at any moment. And there were no distractions: no children, no quick-paced work, just sitting and reading. And hours and hours of talking about his every decision over the course of his relationship with Alexis. Which, you know, wasn’t great. Wasn’t going all that well, either. “So she moved in with you that night? Did she ask?” “No – I offered – well, I think…” “Are you uncertain?” “Well, yes, it was nearly a decade ago, how well do you recall your thrilling escapades from your fourties, doc.” “This is not about me, Mr. Eversly. But you seem defensive. Is there a reason that you do not want to explain why you let her stay? What thoughts went through your mind?” “’I have a spare bedroom’?” “Is that really it? If you’re honest to yourself?” “Sure.” “Do you think the fact that your parents kicked you out as well played a role? Made it easier to empathize?” “Not really.” “Why not?” “How am I supposed to know why something didn’t influence me.” She chose a different track. “And what happened then?” They’d broken into her parents’ house and kissed in the closet. Perhaps now was not the time for honesty. Merlin, but he hoped Alexis was doing better than he was.
  10. [1837/1838][EN] Fog of War

    Nicholas smiled wryly. “A psychiatric hospital, I’m afraid. Basically.” Oh, they called it a wellness centre, but there was a bit more going on than spa treatments and just because it was in a forest and had a swimming pool didn’t mean that now it was a holiday resort. “They specialize in remedying magical influence, though, and they’re the best in the business. If they give me a clean bill of health it’ll definitely hold up in court.” He sighed, looked at her fingers, unable right now to meet her gaze. He didn’t want her to see the hesitation, the trepidation, which he knew to be at present in his eyes. He had a good poker face, but there were limits to it. Hospitalizing himself was among his very worst fears. The blurry memories from the last time haunted his dreams still. It was just... fears about Alexis trumped, would always trump, any fears he had for himself and so he would do this. It wasn’t really a choice. “Let’s just hope it’s better than the last one. And, well, otherwise I can arrest people during my lunch breaks.” He chuckled mirthlessly. There wasn’t really anything he could really be happy about, but if he stopped joking at inappropriate times about inappropriate things he might as well commit to staying in the bloody psych ward, because he would no longer be himself and he would no longer be able to cope. And yes, he was sure. Sure too of the words she stopped herself from saying. As mentioned, he had doubts about this being just about his Auror job. It felt more personal. Someone messing with his mind, rather than just with his body, destroying his life without taking it... very unlike your bog standard criminal mastermind. He wished he knew who it could be... but he had made a lot of personal enemies over the years. He’d bring the case files. Then he could spend the nights going through his old vendettas. Such tremendous fun. He kissed his wife once more, longingly, a kiss to last, then went to pack a bag.
  11. Wat is de patronus van je karakter?

    Irwin heeft een Hippogrief, want hij is loyaal, trots, en oh ja, kind of vicious. Nicholas heeft een zwarte panter. Want hij is sneaky, snel, en heeft echt een groot territorium zonder soortgenoten nodig. Felix heeft een Canadese herder, want hij komt uit Canada, is loyaal en behulpzaam en verdomd goed afgericht. Josephine heeft een bloody fluffy raskat, een grijze soort die ontzettend met zich laat sollen. Moraine heeft een rode panda. (Maar ze kan hem nu niet meer.) Armand heeft een poolvos. Want, Delano, just more exotic than you. Daniel heeft een dolfijn. Cause he likes to swim and cant be bothered. No, cause he’s friendly, light, but not so principled.
  12. [1837/1838][EN] Fog of War

    All right, Nicholas was a pessimist and an untrusting bastard and he always saw the worst in everything, but he hadn’t expected Alexis to say, to even think, that she needed to say what she was saying now. “What?” He looked at her incredulously, then pulled her into his arms, brushed some of her hair, messy from the night’s uneasy sleep, away from her beautiful face. “No, of course not. Don’t be silly. I know that. I would never think that.” He kissed her softly, ran a hand past her cheek. Sweet, strong, amazing Alexis, she had never understood exactly how he saw her, had never felt as he did, that she was so much more than he could ever deserve. “Hon. If this had been you, you wouldn’t have bloody gotten caught by my people.” He chuckled, but then realised that perhaps that joke wasn’t all the relief she would presently need. “Look… you’re in this trouble because everyone knows you’re the only one I trust to this degree… but I do trust you to this degree, and no crazy frame job is going to change that. All right?” He was just going to have figure out what was going on. He sighed, kissed her again. Suddenly, getting up seemed too heavy to contemplate. Because he still had no idea. Well, he knew the broad strokes, but he didn’t know, had no earthly idea, of how all of this could be happening. And it was a little scary. That someone had somehow gotten to him in a way that he would have thought inconceivable. He was so careful, all the time. Careful with what he drank, careful with what he touched. He’d had to check into the poison ward of the Saint Mungo’s once too often not to be. So how… “I’m just so sorry that I got you in trouble again.” He made a face. “I guess they wanted me off a case… or out of the Department…. Or something…” But someone with this amount of access could’ve just killed him, and that would’ve been a lot easier, wouldn’t it? He bit his lip, then let her go and did sit up. “Look… there is one thing we can do. I can do.” It had been something he’d wanted at all costs to avoid, but, well… all costs were turning out to be more than he had bargained for. “They think you’re putting this into my blood and it’s changing my decisions. So if I stay away from you, and get all my decisions checked, we can prove that it wasn’t you, that nothing you ever asked me was because you made me… I’d have to check myself into observation and let somebody dig into my brain. And I’d…” He looked at her. “Have to stay away from you for a while. You could visit. We can get dispensation from your house-arrest for that.”
  13. Vragen, suggesties, foutjes en errors

    flo hayes please op plotkarakter?
  14. [Duelleren] [OOC] Inventarisatie leerlingen.

    Gala (3) en Moraine (7)
  15. [1837/1838][EN] Fog of War

    Ends in January The escort was okay. It was all part of the plan. First, get Alexis home and don’t quarrel about an Auror placing a guard. There was always one for the kids, anyway, so it’d be a point of principle more than anything and Nicholas was once again willing to surrender his principles for his wife. There was no better alibi than an Auror guarding you and watching your every move to try and find dirt on you. The kids were actually very happy to see them during the day, too. Nicholas stayed with his family for cake and tea, pointedly giving Harrow and Azure, who’d been brought along for the ride and because this was his specialisation (again, bloody good Auror work, again, so annoying) cake and tea, too and saddling them with playing tasks. Hey, if they wanted to mess with his home life, they’d find out just how messy two sort of toddlers could be. Worst case scenario, they’d notice that Alexis in all this chaos would have had no bloody way to drug her husband. Then, start digging relentlessly. Either to figure it out, or to spook whomever was orchestrating this into a false move while Alexis was visibly innocent to all. There had to be something. Something they had missed. Some level of detail they could not have gotten… He was working on that, for the so manieth day, when George came in and sat on the office chair opposite. He looked up, and noticed how dark it was. No one’d come in all day. He was being frozen out. Or possibly no one had dared to talk to him given his mood. “What?” George raised an eyebrow. Nicholas grunted. “Sorry. What’s up?” “You have to go home, Nich. It’s two o’clock in the morning.” Oh. Oh dear. “I’m busy.” “Nich…” “George, I can’t... I can’t make her wait for this, she’s not even allowed a wand.” George nodded. “So don’t. You don’t need to find who did it, to show that she didn’t do this. Just get your blood checked.” … How had he missed that? Great thinking, Nicholas. So he went to the Saint Mungo’s. “Eversly,” Hastings greeted him with a mild smile. “You’re not usually so… in one piece, when you show up here.” “Oh, you know. Thought I’d try the place out vertically.” He bared his arm. “Can you check my blood?” “Naturally. What are you worried about? Coffee overdose?” “Just check for everything.” That would show them. That would put an end to this. And he did. And it didn’t. Because Hastings found something. With unidentified charms and potion in his blood, the fun bit was that now Nicholas too had been forced to take a sick day, so he woke the next morning next to his wife, way later than his normal hour, and the day previous was immediately back with him. “Honey…” He didn’t want to talk about it. So he just started making breakfast, then came back to the bedroom. Callie and Azure were with the kids. They could have a moment to themselves. “Um… I got my blood checked… They’re still running tests but… they did find something. Some persuasion and suggestion works…” He bit his lip. “So, of course, Harrow thinks no one else but you…” He made a face. “This is crazy.”