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If you asked a kid on the street, they’d tell you how wonderful life in ‘The Magic World’ was; and precisely, it had won that nickname for how picturesque everything seemed to be; alcohol, drugs, and vandalism were out of the map. However, that was seventeen years ago. And just as everything starts, it has its downfalls. Now, deep in the streets of London, dictatorship rules, decides whom to kill and steal from to gain even more power, to reach the apex of their own glory, and just as human behaviour of survival, people all around have decided to follow the path of the strongest piece of the game, a leader to make them believe each man can do the unthinkable. Somebody to make those, who think just like themselves, do what these think cannot by their own hand. But these leaders, they are not alone; for whether they root for the luxurious path of evil, or the toughest, the path of the true hero, they will always find people who support them. Somebody that finds them higher than even themselves.

The liars, the thieves who put on a facade every day to make the “lesser” people think there’s still hope for their nation only follow the name of one ruler: the man whose nickname is known to every man roaming the windy streets; Lord Voldemort. But just as evil exist, there’s also goodness: a group of young and old civilians are gathering to take down this organization of mass destruction, for years they have been hiding in the shadows, helping whoever needed it the most: whoever deserved it. But all that changed. Ever since their own leader, Albus Dumbledore, was murdered by Lord Voldemort, these people who are said to call themselves the “Order of the Phoenix,” or simply “Order,” have rebelled.

The location is London, the time is now. Where will you stand if there’s no concrete ground to settle in, where every wands are substituted by guns ; every magic broomsticks by Vespas ; Quidditch by urban fights ; and fizzing whizbees, jelly slugs, acid pops… by drugs?

“Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a fool or a coward, whoever cannot take care of himself without this law is both. For a wounded man shall say to his assailant; “If I die you are forgiven, but if I live I will kill you.” Such is the rule of honour.”

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Fleur Delacour || Part of the Order || Mistress || FC: Clémence Poésy || Taken || Blog [x]

It wouldn’t be hard to think a French bird would ever become a prostitute, in fact, it even sounded amusing, didn’t it? Fleur didn’t very well think so. It was not the fact that she was French, it wasn’t even because she was a real slag; she had just happened to be at the right places at the wrong time… or was it the other way around?—she had always been a girl with high expectations on life, always trying to work herself out of the wholes she was in because she had something to fight for; but that wasn’t enough when she came, as a foreigner, to London. The girl had no idea as where she would stay, until one rainy day she decided to enter an old High School that seemed to receive people from any sort of background. Nobody told her to get out, they actually encouraged her inside the classroom. It was wrong, she should have been in a higher class, she was much older than the kid with the funny looking scar, and the ginger boy; even the one with grey button eyes. She didn’t belong there—she was already losing hope, when the boy with the scar decided to start a conversation, the ginger too; they spoke for minutes, hours, by the end of the day, they both knew each other much too well. They offered her a room at the House, and she accepted for she was truly desperate—one day, she woke up with no money in her pockets; and one thing was sure, she didn’t like asking unkown people for cash. So she walked down the streets of old London to try out jobs, unsuccessful. Until one place with far too much lighting but more activity appeared right in front of her, turning out to be not only a brothel, but Andromeda’s. She wasn’t very sure at first as to how she’d ever do this… but the pay was far too well. And she needed the money. It took her a while to adapt, but soon enough she got the hang of it. She’s known for her peculiar skills at pleasuring men now, and it’s somehow grown into her. She’s no longer ashamed of what she does, let them speak. They’d never get that much jack for going to bed with well built males anywhere else.