It's about time~ (CLOSED/ARACELI)

[Alexandra Rousseau-Sinclair]

Alexandra was doing what every other mother was doing at this day and time, shopping for school supplies. Her children were out and about by themselves since they were old enough while she bought their things. She brought them with her so they could see their friends more than anything because she liked to shop alone. It was easier to just grab and send home than to sit there with everyone bickering. As she walked passed one of the stores with grime filling its window she found herself sticking her wand into her bun, no longer feeling the need to carry it. She had easy access if she were to need it and she could pull it out rather quickly, it was better than sticking it in her back pocket.

When she reached the book store she slipped in between two speaking mothers with her face tilted down. This was when she was generally recognized, when she was shopping for her children, everyone knew her. The children especially caught sight of her bright red hair and started pointing, ”Oh my god look! It’s Alexandra Rousseau! The seeker for Tutshill Tornadoes!” followed her everywhere. But today it had yet to happen and she was very happy for that. She could possibly get through a little bit more shopping before she was recogni—and she thought too soon. The minute she stepped foot inside she bumped into a child holding a broom and a broom meant Quidditch.

The child let out a squeal and screamed for her siblings, ”HEY GUYS IT’S ALEXANDRA ROUSSEAU! THE SEEKER FOR TUTSHILL TORNADOES!” Alexandra made a face for a moment at the squeal before recovering. She made a slight smile and looked at the group that now surrounded her. ”Hello. Hello. Nice to meet you all.” She spoke softly as she shook their hands. She did love when the children adored her and she met her fans but when she was shopping she liked to be left alone. After a few minutes of the banter from them a large woman walked over and began to shoo them away. ”Leave the poor woman alone. Get your books. I apologize Ms. Rousseau. They’re just fans. Shopping for the children?” She spoke to her with a good natured laugh.

Alexandra let out a sigh and nodded, it was nice when she was spoken to like an adult. ”It’s perfectly fine. I’m used to it but yes, shopping for the kids. Five of them.” She chuckled and shook her head, she was proud of having five children but it was still odd saying it. Just sixteen years prior to this she had no children and was a brand new star to the quidditch world, now she was in it for seventeen years. The large woman gave her hand out which Alexandra shook, ”Nice to meet you Ms. Rousseau. I’m Mrs. Poppet, I hope you have a great day and I hope the other parents mind you just as much. Good luck!” She laughed and Alexandra smiled, she enjoyed when women did that for her.

”Have a nice day yourself. I’m sure no one will be as sweet. Good luck to you too!” She spoke before slipping into the racks and racks of books to pick up a few she didn’t have for the older children. Luckily she had two of most books from the older twins.

When she finished getting all the books she needed she went up to pay for them and slipped back out of the store without getting stopped. She stepped out into the sunlight and heat with one hand over her eyes; she needed to get potions supplies now.

She looked both ways quickly before stepping further into the crowded cobblestone street and turned towards where the apothecary was. ”Here we go again.” She chuckled to herself before heading off in that direction with a slight smirk playing at her lips.




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Inspiration The Walking Dead & The Vampire Diaries
Tags Aracelia Lazarus/Closed
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[Araceli Lazarus]

1:57

The problem with following Alexandra Rousseau was that as the seeker of the Tutshill Tornadoes she was constantly surrounded by fans, and her immediate and deep connections with her five children left made her schedule both extremely exhausting to follow and almost impossible to know. The young woman's 'routine' was consecutively fluctuating and her priorities seemingly fluid.

1:58

Two weeks ago, in the match against the Falmouth Falcons, Alexandra Rousseau-Sinclair's supposedly uncurseable broom was cursed, and as a result, threw her about the pitch in a violent, maniac manner in an effort to throw her into the metal rings head first. Had she not been quickly rescued by another teammate, the force of colliding with the goal post at the speed would've either decapitated her or swiftly snapped her neck in half. The report, once brought to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, concluded in secret that the mischevious nature of the impossibly cursed broom that it was the cause of a Dark witch or wizard, with an uncanny knowledge of curses that eluded even the Ministry of Magic.

It just so happened, that at this point, fate worked it's way in that the Head Auror in the case elected Araceli Lazarus as her caretaker and protector. And he had done such thoroughly. If it wasn't him following her, it was one of his two other partners.

In the past two weeks of stalking--erm, well, following her for her own good--Araceli had begun to feel a sense of nostalgia towards the charming redhead. A blooming of the heart, that he fought to hide every time she brushed a piece of hair behind her ear--because he wanted to do it. And every time she helped out another person out of the pure goodness of her heart--he remembered her sweetness. On the off hand she touched, or brushed into him while he watched her, that part of his skin would smolder as if touched by a hot iron, branding him with her fingers, her scent...

1:59

Even now, standing in front of the shop next to the book store, pretending to look at wares he found himself wanting to protect her from the children that interrupted her.

But this was something he could not do, something he could barely even begin to consider when the image of his late wife came into his head with a scorning expression.

He didn't want to remember these feelings for a third time, and so he quelled it with have singed ropes, trying to hold himself back. He had picked up a book on the outside shelf of the book store, gazing at the corner of his eyes as a flash of red hair and a scent he was becoming all too familiar with. His eyes followed her, as he hid his face behind a book, watching as she walked towards the next shop...

2:00

That was when he noticed a figure standing in the alleyway with a horrific mask, something similar to the Death Eater's. It was then that he realized that this macabreic figure hunched over their extended wand, pointing it directly at the shop. Araceli through the book aside, eyes widening as time seemed to suddenly stopped. The air grew hot, a shock wave ripping through the hair as an explosion of flames followed a hot red line straight at Alexandra.

"ALEXANDRA!!!" He screamed, seconds turning into minutes as he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her protectively as his lips formed a spell inaudible over the roaring flames. "Protego..." Just like that, an invisible force field rose in front of them. The flames consumed the shield, deflecting around them but reaching the glass and pushing them against it as it shattered and threw them through the window of the store. Araceli covered her completely, turning ever so slightly to shield her utterly as they collided with the ground--his hand on the back of her head preventing it from hitting the floor.

In the next minute books and pages were flying, burning, spinning--turning to ash and flooding the bookstore in a blinding tornado of smoldering pages and splinters as bookshelves began to catch on fire as well. Time then caught up quickly, and Araceli found himself looking downwards into the girl's eyes as he whispered "Are you alright?" He pushed himself upward, grabbing her hand and helping her up as they stood. With his wand in hand, he pointed to the roof and silently uttered a spell. Aeris Aqauns Duco, there was a rumble, as grey clouds formed at the roof of the building despite the smoldering air, and began to pour rain throughout the building. As the flames began to whither, Araceli dashed in further into the building, climbing over and struggling to lift book cases in hopes of saving the children.


Later, outside the building, after it had been quarantined and evacuated, Aurors stood investigating and cleaning up the area, taking eye witness accounts. At some point, after all the children and their parents had been rescued, Araceli returned to Alexandra's side, wrapping a thick, waterproof blanket around her shoulders and pulling her to the side to talk.

"...It's been a while, Alexandra."

[Alexandra Rousseau-Sinclair]

Alexandra was used to the fans that surrounded her on a daily basis because she had become used to it in her many years of being an athlete. She wasn't just any random athlete but a famous one and that came with the territory of having many fans. Having those fans also meant she had the sane ones and crazy ones, the ones who wanted nothing but to be with her, and the ones who loved her completely. It was weird when she read the love letters that she recieved on a daily basis, sometimes they were very meaningful.

Now she was completely engulfed in the hustle and bustle of Diagon Alley which was always amazing. She had her fans show up at her feet on occasion and sometimes she wasn't noticed once. This was often good for her however as she got to spend time lingering in shops she wouldn't often be able to linger in. Usually the days she was able to linger were the days that parents weren't bringing their children to shop for school as the children were usually the first ones to spot her.

The woman slid her fingers along one of the windows she passed without any thought to any danger that might be lurking. After her broom had become something of horror, much like Harry's did, when they were younger she put it out of mind. She couldn't think about it constantly because that woudl mess with her flying and how she acted when under pressure. She couldn't deal with it properly being an athlete and had to let others deal with it for her, which was fine for the most part.

As long as her children weren't brought into the fray than she was okay, she would be fine if she was the one hurt.

It mattered if she died of course but if she was just injured it would be alright because her children would be fine in the end. She would do anything for her children to be safe no matter the cost.

Alexandra was about to turn towards a sound down the alley when she saw a bolt out of the corner of her eye, a spell, they happened in Diagon. Witches and Wizards often held little shows for the people of Diagon when they were shopping but this... this wasn't a normal bolt. No, it was something she'd only seen when she was a mere seventh year. At the battle of Hogwarts...

Before the woman could react to the red bolt coming towards her she heard her name being shouted and arms wrapping around her waist. She had no time to notice any of the features on the person, the man, who protected her from the line of fire. Her body was tucked between his arm and his chest tightly so that he could protect them both. Her hands grabbed at the robes that the man wore and she tucked her face into his chest as quick as she could.

This happened all at the same moment it seemed that they were thrown backward into... a window? Was that the shattering that happened around them?

Then they landed hard on the ground but she wasn't hurt much, she was cradled by the hand of her saviour. She could hear screams and cries for help as well as feel papers floating down onto them. Her eyes were glued shut as she didn't want to see the destruction that was surrounding her. Her body twitched as she felt some of the glass seep through her clothing.

Then before she knew what was happening time sped up to the current moment, her eyes flickered open, and she was staring into the beautiful silvery-blue eyes of someone she knew. She knew those eyes, she knew the platinum blonde hair. She knew exactly who was cradling her so gently and protecting her from the dangers on the outside...

Araceli Lazarus...

Her mouth formed an "o", she was surprised, she hadn't seen him in a while but it was ironic to be him to save her. After finding out Doina had disappeared she hadn't been in much contact with him but she had been with his children through her own.

When her voice finally found itself he was helping her up, "I.. um, yeah. I'm al-alright." She murmured softly as he made the store become drenched with rain. It was only necessary due to the fact that it had just been on fire. The rain quickly seeped through her clothing as Araceli ran off to help those who were caught in the debris from the attack.

She shivered and put her arms around her as another wizard led her out of the shop. She stood outside surrounded by other aurors it seemed who were now investigating the scene and taking injured person away.

Alexandra wrapped her arms tighter around her body as she waited for someone to speak to her and it wasn't long before that happened. A blanket was wrapped around her shoulders and a familiar voice interupted her thoughts. She flicked her eyes up as Araceli led her away and shuffled closer feeling a little vulnerable at the moment. She didn't know where her kids were here in Diagon but she knew they would hear of the attack.

"It has Araceli..." She mumbled, looking up at the man she had always thought was... handsome. She'd told Doina that of course just like she had said the same about Lucas, they talked like that, they always had. But Alexandra had always thought Araceli had something exotic to him even when she didn't know what he was, when they were young. "My children are here somewhere... I don't know where though." She spoke, her voice waivering.

"How have you been holding up?" She whispered, leaning into him slightly. "How are the kids?" Her mothering instincts kicking in not just for her own but his. He was a single parent of two teenagers and she had always wanted to keep up with him more than she did through her own children.

Then she made small noise, "Oh my, I'm sorry... I didn't think. Thank you, Thank you for... protecting me." She spoke gently, "I-I'm glad it was you but... how did you?".


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Inspiration The Walking Dead & The Vampire Diaries
Tags Aracelia Lazarus/Closed
Status In-Progress
Template By Arro @ Caution 2.0
Notes Araceli love <3}
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