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 For how could I refuse?, The Frozen VG era starts NOW!
Gretchen Kirke-Faust
 Posted: Mar 16 2017, 03:24 PM
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The apartment might as well have trembled as Gretchen strode towards the door of Severin’s penthouse. Of course the witch had apparated herself to the highest floor – it’d be a cold day in hell before you’d see Gretchen Kirke-Faust break a sweat – but the hallway was long enough to demonstrate an impressive gait. She advanced with swift, determined strides, head high and back arched, more like a conqueror than a young woman – the heels of her shoes echoing like a war horn. Her left hand was clawed around a copy of the Daily Prophet, while her right held onto her wand, and waved it towards the door as she approached it without slowing down. The door threw itself open for the personified Fury, and she marched over the threshold as if she owned it, the black skirt of her gown swaying and rustling as the door behind her whooshed closed.


She didn’t stop to greet her co-leader, she didn’t even pause, and the word ‘hesitate’ was no longer in her vocabulary. Severin might have been enjoying a nice cup of tea on an uneventful morning, but his partner had no use for such follies, and she was greatly unamused. There was no time for exchanging pleasantries, she walked up to the table and smacked the newspaper in front of him, sending the little tea cup trembling.


“Your relationship is hurting your image,” her black-painted lips barely seemed to move as she spoke, while ice blue eyes judged from underneath heavy lids. “And what hurts your image, hurts the Viridian Guild.”


Underneath her carefully filed nails, Sascha Klaus flashed across the paper’s front page, with a headline that questioned whether the rumours of Viridian Guild leader Larsson’s secret Veela lover were true. With one more jab at the Daily Prophet, Gretchen’s hand retreated as her person slunk towards the penthouse’s large window. She crossed her arms behind her back, her hands resting against the lacing of her corset, and looked out over London like a general – which was exactly what she planned to be. Her figure might’ve been round in so many ways – her hips, face, chest, and, as much as she tried to hide it, even tummy – but everything she wore was sharp, from her pointy shoes to her pointed hat. Her expression was no different.


“We've been dormant for too long. Perhaps the ceasefire ball has tricked people into thinking the war is actually over. It’s time the Viridian Guild becomes aggressive again – but first, we need to rethink our strategy.”


The girl had spent five years abroad after Hogwarts, only to come back to England to find her father missing. In the span of a few months, she had worked herself up quickly in the Guild that Arthur had been working for, determined to find out more about his disappearance – or at least honour his legacy by continuing his search for the cure. It was time for the Guild to start living up to its own ambitions, to start delivering on its grand rhetoric, to rise to what it had always envisioned itself as. It was time to make the Viridian Guild great again.


Unfortunately, it wasn’t easy to appeal to the wizarding world’s mostly pure-blooded, conservative benefactors, as a Faust. In addition, Severin’s anti-Being agenda, by itself so popular with magical middle-class Britain, faltered as more rumours about his relationship with Klaus saw the light of day. Thus, their image truly was their most pressing concern right now. Aegis had to become the villains again, the unruly rebels – no, terrorists, yes, use the word ‘terrorists,’ write that down – who sabotaged an institution of learning, of progress. As leaders, they were the face of the Guild, so they had to become likeable, trustworthy, mild-mannered citizens. Not a Faust witch, and not a wizard involved in a secret affair with a part-Veela.


Gretchen turned away from the window and slowly made her way back to her co-leader, leisurely dragging her left hand’s index and middle finger over the top rail of Severin’s chair as she passed, while her right held her wand as if it was an extension of her limb.


“I have a proposal.”


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Severin Larsson
 Posted: Mar 17 2017, 02:44 AM
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Severin’s sleeping rhythm had never been perfect, with nights filled with bad dreams and tossing and turning until his legs were caught in his blanket and his body covered in sweet. There were troubles in this life one did not simply outgrow with ease - and what the young wizard had been through was definitely one of these troubles. Now that he was sticking to his daily work routines, things were better - he went to bed late and woke up early again, watching the sun rise over the rooftops and towers of London. He fed his cat and brewed tea for himself, allowing the water to cook while he took a shower and made himself look presentable again. Although there were no house elves or servants in the penthouse apartment he had bought for himself immediately after graduation, taking the money the selling of the Larsson manor had brought to get himself a home that was not filled with bad memories. It was understandable that Sighild had not wished to live there any more, too - and of course she had gotten half of the fortune, as they were the sole heirs to it.

This was his sanctuary - a place where he did not have to watch his back, as several protecting charms and spells had been cast, as well as rune carvings decorating every door frame and repelling enemies immediately. Here, he could follow his daily routines of eating a grapefruit for breakfast while drinking too much green tea for his own good. Sometimes he allowed himself the pleasure to read the Daily Prophet before work, carefully and fastidiously archiving every blop and snipped that was written about the Viridian Guild, while generously skipping whatever was written about himself. Severin knew Erik was trying to filter and remove information that could harm the former Slytherin - yet he also knew that he had done enough by now for Erik to let information slip only to cause a slight sting, like a particularly mean hornet.

The young man was sitting in his armchair in his living room, enjoying the silence around him for a few moments longer while the room became increasingly brighter and the rich scent of the tea was spreading all around him. Yet he was already neatly dressed in a crisp dark suit, once more all prepared like a corpse for the coffin, or dressed to kill someone without even pausing his steps. Those were qualities he alone did not have - Gretchen Kirke-Faust was quite obviously blessed with the same talents as she appeared in his apartment like an unannounced hurricane, looking rather displeased. Although, a constantly constipated facial expression was just another thing the two VG leaders had in common. Severin merely rose a brow as she appeared, not even questioning how and why she was here, early in the morning. Obviously he would have to renew his charms and runes, as they started to let people in he did not necessarily want to have in his private rooms.

Severin leaned forward and reached out, pale and spidery fingers turning the Prophet around so he could look at the headline. Of course. Sooner or later, it had to happen. He looked up again, glacier gaze settled on Miss Faust’s face instead. “None of this could have waited until tomorrow, I assume?” he asked in his usual calm and deadpan voice, while he was mentally agreeing to her. The Viridian Guild had been quiet for too long, despite his little speech during the ball. The fact that the rumours about him and Sascha were getting louder did not help either, and it made him pinch the bridge of his nose in exasperation, a migraine coming up. Shifting slightly in his armchair, he adjusted his posture, reaching for his teacup and yet stopping it halfway between his lips and the table.

I have a proposal. One thing was for sure, young Miss Faust had a sense for drama - starting with her clothes, her dramatic entry like Medea hovering over Iason in Phoebus’s carriage, pulled by winged snakes and the way she was circling him like a vulture. “A proposal? What is it you want, Miss Faust - marry me?” He snorted, with no amusement being stuck in the sound as he took a sip from his teacup.

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Gretchen Kirke-Faust
 Posted: Today at 03:32 pm
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Circling back to face him, though now on the other side of his armchair, she watched Larsson lackadaisically sip from his cup of tea – apparently not all that bothered by her appearance nor by the urgency and importance in her voice. No matter, he just didn’t know yet that she wasn’t here for the regular idle chit chat. The obligatory meetings they had shared before were child’s play compared to what was to come – simply setting general goals and targets, distributing tasks,… Gretchen might’ve gone through the motions for the first few months, neither of the two leaders particularly eager to start discussing the Guild’s new management for it would include coming up with a combined strategy – but it was time to leave a mark now. Things were going to change and they were going to change starting today.


Gretchen’s hips only just reached the table’s height, but she did a mighty job of casting her shadow on the scene regardless. It was almost as if her very presence darkened the room – must’ve been all the black, but that’s what you get for running a funeral home as your day job. She rested one hand on the table’s platform, leaned against it, and blinked slowly, as if she didn’t really need to, wearing an unimpressed, almost tired expression.


“Yes, Larsson,” she articulated as if she was trying to explain a complex word to a three-year-old, “That is exactly what I’m proposing.” She pushed herself away from the table in one fluid motion and dryly continued. “Allow me to explain,” Holding her hands in front of her chest, her right tapped her wand against the open palm of her left as she spoke, “Aegis has gained some momentum, yes, but it is under new management now. Sawyer is rusty, and Ryu is green. They have no history, and as far as we can see – no immediate plans. Now is the time to play our cards right and win back the favour of the populace.”


The woman started to pace, wearing an expression of distaste as she walked around Severin’s living room, as if judging her unwilling host’s taste in furniture and decoration. Of course, we can’t all live in a funeral parlour. Though there was one piece that did grab her attention, a chessboard with finely carved pieces neatly paced upon it. She gravitated towards it, the pure visualization of strategy beckoning.


“Consider: The Viridian Guild as a respectable, legitimate entity, with only the best interests of the people at heart. Aegis, the terrorists who wish to sabotage it – not even an organization, really, more a few loose groups of lunatics. That is what we could be – or what we could sell.” Her index finger poked the chess piece of the White King, tipping it slightly so it balanced on its base. “…If the Guild wasn’t led by a Faust, and a man in an affair with a Veela,” her eyes sought her co-leader again, though they were just as frigid as before. Without tearing her cold gaze away, as she needed the resolution in her icy blues to convey how serious she was, she pushed the King until it almost tipped. “The people don’t trust us, our benefactors are becoming stingy, and people are starting to see Aegis as the saviours instead of the rebels,” slowly, she retracted her finger from the wooden chess piece, and while it wobbled dangerously for a split second, it neatly landed on its base again.


“However…” She shrugged as casually as someone who seemed to have walked right out of a Tim Burton drawing possibly could, pulling the corners of her lips down while simultaneously raising her chin as if to say, well, it was his call, really. “If I wasn’t a Faust, and if you were in a traditional marriage,” Her hands found their way to her hips, and the feigned casualness melted right off her. Despite her round body type, with all its inherent softness, there was something about the way she carried herself that seemed to turn the Faust into a marble statue – hard and cold to the touch. “The publicity would be in our favour for once, we’d have the press eating out of our hand. Middle-Magical-Britain will lap it right up. Who would the people trust, an unknown face and a name that disappeared for years – or ‘the Larssons’?” Her already heavy eyelids lowered a little, darkening the brightness of her blue eyes. There was something akin to a challenge in their gaze, as if asking, no, taunting, her partner to show just how far he was willing to go for the sake of the Viridian Guild. “Or, as Winston Churchill once said, ‘History will be kind to me for I intend to write it.’”


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