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Anne Wydeville

[1834/1835][EN]The most tragic tragedy to ever have...tragicked. Yes that's a word.

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6th of May 1835

 

Being a curse-breaker probably sounded like a glamorous job. Running into action, breaking dangerous curses, living through everything magic could throw at a person... And it was! Sometimes. The cursed house they’d worked on for months (and where Anne still lived...illegally) had been incredibly interesting and the man who cursed it had used spells of his own invention that no one had ever seen before. But most of the time...

 

Well, most of the time it wasn’t glamorous at all. The curses they had to break where of the “I was trying to get the gnomes out of the garden and the man on Knockturn Alley said this would work! FIX IT!” Variety and Anne spent most of her time being sarcastic and annoyed at people, which, admittedly, wasn’t different from her normal demeanour, but it was amplified at work. Especially by stupid people. Especially by stupid people who broke her first and greatest love.

 

The coffee machine.

 

”HAROLD!” She screamed loud enough for everyone to hear. Because everyone needed to hear this. Because Harold was a massive idiot. ”How. What. Why. When. Did. You. No.”

 

OOC:
Reyna first! After that it's open for people who work or have reason to be in the curse-breaker's office. And you don't have to post in English! Posting in Dutch is fine too as long as you don't mind people writing English as well.

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Losing one of her eyes hadn’t really improved her mood. No shit, right? Not that her mood had been terrible to begin with, she was usually a very positive person and all, but God did Sergei stabbing her in the eye make her want to roll him off a cliff, only to catch him right before impact and bring him back up and push him off again. Multiple times. She could probably do it for days on end. Oh Reyna wasn’t homicidal! Not usually, at least. She just was reALLY, REALLY ANGRY, OKAY? She had a lot of pent-up anger raging inside of her, specifically towards Russians, but any asshole would do.

 

Today, that asshole was Harold. Well, she would soon discover that, because right now she was mostly just shitting bricks because of a sudden, very loud scream. Thanks Anne.

 

“What the hell? What did he do this time?” she yelled back, jumping out of her seat to investigate. But when she arrived at the scene of the crime, she wished she hadn’t gotten up at all. “God—”

 

 

“God damn it Harold. I did not lose my stupid eye for this!” Granted, she hadn’t really lost her eye for anything in particular at all. If it had been her choice, she wouldn’t have lost her eye at all. Fucking Russians. And fucking Harold. “You had one job!” she growled while waving her finger in front of his face. Actually, his job wasn’t to make sure he didn’t break the coffee machine, but it sure as hell wasn’t to break the coffee machine! “EXPLAIN YOURSELF.”

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Harold opened his mouth to speak, but Anne wasn’t having it. And luckily Reyna wasn’t either. She was glad Reyna existed, truly, because without her Anne would have gone crazy months ago. They were friends. Best friends. It was like they understood each other on a level that no one else had seemed to reach yet. And that sounded very soppy and dramatic, but what it actually meant was that Reyna tended to be just as angry as Anne about exactly the same things, which meant she had finally found something she could yell with. Their voices amplified each other and together they could get rid of annoyances double as quick. Which was great for them, but not for anyone else.

 

Like Harold, who was now looking a little lost. ”I didn’t even do it.” He muttered, but Anne scoffed immediately. ”As if it could have been anyone else.” She said. ”You’re the only one I’ve seen near the thing and you’re the only one who’s stupid enough!” She got very close to the man and pointed her finger at him accusingly. ”What? Wasn’t taking the last of the morning coffee enough? You had to make sure nobody else got coffee either? What kind of monster are you?”

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“Anyways, let’s go somewhere else that isn’t infested with idiots who can’t even manage to not break a simple device. No one will mind if we take a little break, right? If anyone asks where we are, you’ll let them know it was your fault, right, Harold? GoodThey were the soppiest and dramaticest, that is not a word and I refuse to edit it. It is a word now. Suck it. Just like Harold had to suck it that he now had two angry colleagues ranting at him. 

 

You know, her moral compass was probably telling her that she ought to be nicer to Harold, partially because that was the right thing to do, and partially because she didn’t want to be that one asshole in his villain origin story that would get fried to bits once he found his evil superpowers. But anyways, that compass was muted, Harold could suck that too.

 

“You better get this fixed,” she threatened. Today. Because, honestly, she wasn’t sure if she could survive two days without coffee. Not that she would. She would just head to the nearest coffee place, or just steal coffee from the auror office, they wouldn’t mind, right? Perhaps she should tell them first, before stealing it, though. Stealing from a group of slightly not completely sane individuals whose expertise was tracking criminals probably wasn’t a good idea. Okay, aurors were sane… sort of. You know, as sane as one could be in that kind of a profession. Wizards weren’t really sane to begin with, anyway.

 

“Anyways, let’s go somewhere else that isn’t infested with idiots who can’t even manage to not break a simple device. No one will mind if we take a little break, right? If anyone asks where we are, you’ll let them know it was your fault, right, Harold? Good.

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