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Avalon Wright

"There's more to this world than you think there is."

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a character in “Beyond the Known”, as played by Kaname_Takashi

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Avalon Wright
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GENERAL INFO
Nicknames: Ava or Val
Birth Date: January 15
Age: 26
Ancestry: Half-blood



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Height: 5'7"
Scars/Tattoos/Piercings:
  • Scars: N/A
  • Tattoos: N/A
  • Piercings: Just her ears, nothing crazy outside of that.

Avalon is a rather tall woman with most of her height showing through her long legs. Her figure is hourglass shaped, but overall she's rather slim in appearance. Her hair travels to just below her shoulders in a deep brown coloring with just the slightest him of a wave. For the most part, her features are soft, a small nose, large almond eyes, and round cheeks, but a square jaw gives her a somewhat stern appearance. Her eyes are the one unique thing about her that she both loves and hates. They're their a very inhuman blue-green combination with a slitted pupil, not that people would be able to tell because she often covers them with brown Muggle contacts so that her parentage isn't brought into question.

Uniquely, Avalon has a second form that she is able to shift into. For the most part her features remain the same, just her nose taking on a more flat state and her canines growing into sharp fangs. A thin coat of fur consisting of various brown patters covers her body. Both her hands an feet take on an elongated appearance as claws take over for human nails. Her natural eyes and hair remain the same, and like most Nemean's she lacks a tail to her feline appearance.



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Wand: Length: 10 1/2 inches, Wood: Mahogany , Core: Nemean Hair, Flexibility: Pliable

Special Devices: A silver dagger given to her by her father for times when she needs something 'a little more practical' than a wand.

Skills: Ava knows magical creatures, whether they be goblins to centaurs she knows how to handle them. Shifting her form from human to Nemean is something she's able to do easily, genetic disposition and all that. She's also quite skilled with transfiguration spells.



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In many aspects, Avalon is just like her mother. Bookish and intelligent with a thirst to increase her own knowledge. Unlike the free spirit the older Wright woman was, Avalon is much more stern when it comes to following the rules. She has a strong feeling as to what's right and what's wrong and doesn't like to bend or push against the rules she's set for herself.

That's not to say that she needs to obey the laws. In fact, Avalon has been in trouble more times than once for her outspoken attitude pertaining to the other occupants of the magical community. She absolutely hates having to work with close-minded members of the wizarding world, but she's not so put off that she wouldn't attempt to enlighten them.

For the most part, Avalon is pretty calm. She takes things in stride and tries to think as logically as possible when it comes to her next move in any situation. She likes plans and her mind is quick and sharp enough to think of one even in a rushed situation. One may usually find the young woman with her nose stuck in a book or with a pen in her hand.

Avalon is also very proud of both her families. Nemean culture is unique and, overall, places great importance in family bonds. Therefore Avalon holds the thought that nothing is more important in her life than her family. She's fiercely protective of them and is easily riled up if someone tries to disrespect them or her culture.

She's also someone who understands the refusal that people have to accept things that aren't like them. This is the reason why she doesn't openly speak about her own family and hides her eyes behind Muggle contacts that can't be disrupted like a spell can. The fight between pure-bloods, half-bloods, and Muggle-borns is still somewhat a controversy so adding in halflings like herself into the mix could escalate the situation further. Hence why she spends much of her time speaking on the behalf of magical creatures.



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To say Avalon's parentage isn't interesting would be a lie. Her mother, Anita Wright was the decedent of Bowman Wright, the inventor of the Golden Snitch, not that it matter much considering Anita and Quidditch didn't mix well. The older Wright woman had been born and raised in England, attended Hogwarts, and was sorted into the house of Ravenclaw. It perfectly suited her, of course, with her constant thirst of knowledge. She had been a first year student at the time of the Second Wizarding War and had admired the great witches and wizards who had fought against the Death Easters and Voldemort.

After graduating Anita had followed her passion for learning about various magical creatures. The Ministry of Magic's Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures was the next stop in her life. Years there and studying about the various creatures that inhabited the world, Anita ventured off to study them more closely in numerous places around the world.

While traveling is where she met him. He had been charming, unique, and understood that there were more parts to the world than people could really understand. He lead her into his own world and she was hooked. Tristan as he preferred to be called wasn't exactly human, was a member of a group of beings that Ministries around the world dubbed as 'shape shifters' and given the name Nemean (based off of the Greek Nemean Lion). Settling down in America, Anita continued to study the Nemean culture and became would become an expert on the subject.

A few years after meeting Anita gave birth to their one and only child, Avalon and that's where she was raised. The US east coast was a nice place to grow up and Avalon attended one of three schools that catered to the North American region. There were a few kids that were like her, not like the other kids, but they were still a small number. Not that it mattered much, school life was fun and Avalon never had a problem making friends.

She was a member of two different worlds though and while she was her mother's only child, she had several siblings from her father, all of whom were older than her. Nemeans lived longer than humans so the closet in age was her youngest older brother who was almost 50 by the time she had been born. Avalon was the apple of his eye though and her brother, Cassius, doted on her as much as their father did.

In the career area, Ava followed in her mother's footsteps and studied different groups of magical creatures. Growing up with half of her being apart of the Nemean world, she developed an open mind and an appreciation for the creatures that made up the magical world. She's also become a strong force to be reckoned with as an activist for laws pertaining to magical creatures.

So begins...

Avalon Wright's Story

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It had been a really long day for Avalon as the young witch waited patiently for a wizard by the name of Penrose to arrive. She had taken a portkey early in the morning to get to the British Ministry of Magic. It turns out they had requested her mother, but unfortunately for them Anita was much too engrossed in studying Veela culture to spare them the time. Therefore they had to settle for second best, at least in their eyes. in the form of Avalon. They had been as excited about the turn of events as she had been, apparently they didn't appreciate her outspoken tone, but Ava suspected it had much more to do with her pedigree.

"Ms. Wright?" A wizard called as he approached from down the hall. Avalon stood, brushed the wrinkles out of her skirt and held out of her to shake his own. She had chosen professional wear over the standard wizard attiar, which was probably a surprise for the older man. "Pleasure to meet you, come right this way."

"Are you Mr. Penrose?" She asked cautiously as she followed after him. The man gave a hearty laugh in return.

"Oh no, dear. I'm Augustus Hawthorn at your service, I'm another Auror. Was on my way to my own case when I was ordered to come and get you. Seems Penrose had some things he needed to take car of." Avalon simply nodded to his ramblings. The guy was friendly enough, he just talked too much. "With you luck, by the way." He said cryptically as they headed into one an elevator. Ava simply gave him a confused look.

The doors shut before them and it took Augustus a moment to start talking again. "You're being paired up with Maxximilian Tiberius, he's a bloody prat, but he does what he has to." She had no idea what a 'prat' was exactly, but considering 'bloody' came before it, it must not have been good. "You're a yank though, so I'm sure you'll be able to handle him just fine."

From that moment on all she was able to think about was the moron she'd be spending the next few days consulting with. Before long they were in front of a door, Hawthorne told her this was her stop before bidding her ado. Ava took a second to brush her bangs from her eyes before reaching a hand out and knocking on the door. A muffled voice told her to enter and she soon found herself stuck in a room with two men, one older and the other younger.

"Ah, Ms. Wright, so glad Augustus was able to find you all right." The older wizard announced as he stood from behind his desk. He walked around to shake her hand and Avalon gave him a professional smile. She had no doubt in her mind that this was Penrose. "Max this is Ms. Wright, Ms. Wright this is Max." He introduced the two, Ava sent a nod in the younger man's direction.

"Uh, Mr. Penrose, I was told you needed my input about magical communities. What have you gotten so far?" Her question was a valid one, but the confused face that Penrose was making bought on her own uneasiness.

The man wrung his hands together in a nervous fashion. "I think there was a bit of miscommunication when we asked the American Ministry for assistance. You see, Lessinia is a danger to every member in the magical community…" The more her talked, the more Ava realized he was giving her a spiel. Spiels never lead to anything good. "And you see, you were asked her specifically to aid our auror. Tiberius over there, as he tracks her down in the communities she's hiding in." The speech was longwinded and rather unnecessary.

Ava reached a hand to rub at her forehead. "So I, who am not an auror in any way, shape, or form, am supposed to help track down a powerful dark witch and be some kind of political liaison to the nonhuman communities she's hiding in?" Penrose nodded. She hated when plans changed, Ava liked to keep things in a certain order and traipsing around with an auror on the hunt for an evil someone was not in her job description. Really, what could she do though, leave? She'd never hear the end of it from the Ministry back home. "Fine."

Her answer brought a smile to Penrose's face. "Wonderful, just wonderful." He clapped his hands together in relief at the agreement. "Now Max, Jenkins has the files you'll need. Max sure Ms. Wright is comfortable and do try and keep yourself in check." Penrose knew it was a request made in vain, but he still needed to say it anyway. "Now off with you two." They were ushered out of the room without further notice.

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There was a knock at the door not long after it was closed, and Maxxie gave it his attention with eyebrows halfway up his forehead when it was opened again. Female. He'd been debating for the last few moments on that. With a name like 'Avalon' one really couldn't be sure.

"It's Maxxie," he corrected under his voice, turning his attention from the girl after the introductions were made. She was beautiful, but he could tell from the way she held herself that she wouldn't be any fun. If anything, she'd probably be stern and uptight if that jawline had anything to do with it. He chuckled lowly at the obvious lack of communication between the ministries. "Sounds about right..."

Maxxie was immediately distracted, spinning around the room before a bowel of hard candies caught his attention. He stood a little straighter, pulling himself on his tip toes and thus a few inches higher in his already staggering stature. His black fingernails danced over each brightly packaged sweet. Candy couldn't always be trusted in the wizarding world.

His head tilted in interest as he listened to her speak, a slew of words that weren't particular on their own, but formed in a sophisticated manner. Clearly she was upset. "What's wrong?" he wondered. "Afraid of adventure? Don't worry, I can protect you." He shot a wink, but it was rightfully ignored. Penrose was way too used to him by now.

He unwrapped a chosen candy, popping it in his mouth and grinning delightfully as the thing burst into a slew of liquid flavor. Delicious. "Jenkins doesn't have her own head on her shoulders," Maxxie grumbled, picking another candy to shove in his mouth next. Chocolate. Wonderful. "S'e al'edy 'aid yo'd ha've dem."

He choose another candy, one that made his face screw up as a too strong cinnamon powered touched his tongue. "Think she got hit one too many times on the head, hm?" Penrose was physically pushing him out of the office now, telling him to behave. Psh right. "Maybe I should have been looking for the forms earlier instead of cleaning gum off the bottoms of desks! No need to make our guest wait!"

The door slammed behind them and Maxxie shrugged. He'd put the gum on the bottom of those desks anyway. He popped the last piece of stolen candy in his mouth, something that tasted wonderfully like a jolly rancher, but was slowly turning his teeth emerald green while he sucked on it.

"This place, I swear, can't do anything right," he shook his head and then grinned at Avalon, green ball of candy still in the center of his mouth. "I got this though."

He lead her back towards the Auror department, through the cubicles and down to the very end of the room, where he nudged open a door with his hip. Harry Potter was in his seventies, though most people wouldn't guess. Like many great wizards his physical age hardly gave him away.

Maxxie swept his arms under his coat, dropping into a bow the moment he entered. "Mr. Potter, sir." Despite all of his theatrics, there was nothing in his tone except for respect. He smiled as he stopped in front of the mans desk, who looked stoic except for slight amusement around his eyes. They'd always had a good relationship, even if it was rare for them to cross paths. "So, you assigned me the Lessinia case..."

"The Minister agreed that something needed to be changed," Harry answered before smiling kindly at the woman standing next to him.

Maxxie nodded, taking a moment to suck on his candy before running a hand through his hair. "Jenkins and Penrose are giving me a runaround on the files I need. I'm a little hurt, you know how I like to study." The put he gave was full on puppy dog, and Harry shook his head almost fondly before reaching below his desk.

"I know, Max, but I also know you need something to do during the trip or you'll end up putting someone in St. Mungo's." The man reached under his desk, retrieving a brown wooden box not much larger than a suitcase. "Here is everything you'll need, Hopefully there's something in there you haven't already heard through the gossip."

Maxxie grinned, taking the offering before sweeping out another bow. "Thank you sir." He twisted on his heels before stopping again, turning his attention back on his superior. "I really hope that St. Mungo's joke was a stab at my personality and not my magic."

Harry chuckled lightly, simply making a motion with his hand for the two of them to get going.

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So…first impression of Max (or Maxxie as he preferred to be called apparently): he was an absolute moron. It was obvious from the first moment that Avalon saw him that things were not going to run as smoothly as she'd hoped they would. And this was the impression she got from him even before he opened his mouth. Actually speaking made him seem worse.

It had been bad enough that she'd have to stay in Britain for a rather indefinite period of time, but considering the intelligence level she was picking up from her new 'partner', Ava was guessing this was going to take longer than necessary. He was childishly popping candy into his mouth and speaking with it full. The moment he grinned at her with teeth turned a shiny shade of emerald, a look of disgust in the form of a smile turned her mouth awkwardly. She could feel another headache coming on.

Luckily for her, Maxxie actually knew where he was going. As they passed through the numerous cubicles in the room, Avalon was rather surprised by the familiarity of it all. Some things were apparently universal, including the layout of the Ministries of Magic, at least in the States and the UK. Really though, she had a bit of trouble trying to keep up with her companion, rushing and heels were not a good combo.

And then pure magic happened. Low and behold, Avalon was standing before the Harry Potter. He was worldly famous for both his defeat of Voldemort as well as his work in his youth as an accomplished auror. It was well known in the magical community that if the Dark Lord had taken root in Britain than his practices would have spread world wide. In other words, Avalon would not have been born along with many of the friends she had growing up.

At least Max had the decency to talk to the elder man with as much respect as he deserved. Alas, the encounter would be short, but Ava was determined to make the most of the situation. "It's an honor to meet you Mr. Potter." Avalon spoke up as the two British aurora finished their banter. She stepped forward so they could shake hands over his desk. Harry fixed her with a smile and stood as well, laughing at her words.

"The pleasure is all mine Ms. Wright, I've worked with your mother a few times and she's had only good things to say about you." She smiled at that, but just nodded her head in reply. "I do hope you can keep Max here in line well enough, he's a bit of a prankster, but he does his job with pride." For some reason, Avalon was having a hard time believing that. These words were coming from Harry Potter though, so they had to have some kind of truth, right? And then her mind wondered back to the picture of his bright green teeth and….nope, Harry must have been going crazy in his old age.

With a polite thank you and goodbye the she and Max finally exited the room. Max had the box Harry had give them in his hands as he lead Ava through the rows of cubicles once more. He eventually stopped at one in particular and dropped the contents of the box out onto the desk.

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Maxxie stayed quiet while Avalon and Harry Potter spoke. The elder man had been his boss for years and he still hadn't gotten over the feeling of standing in front of such...power. Of course pretty much everyone from the Second Wizarding War was still famous as hell, so Maxxie respected her having a moment.

He only grinned wildly at being dubbed a prankster. That was probably one of the best compliments he'd ever received from someone of status. Well, that wasn't work related at least. And people usually praised his work begrudgingly. Not that he minded, really. When they finally left, it was with the parting sentence of, "Oh, and Max, your teeth are green. Let me guess, Green Apple?"

He cursed under his breath, one hand covering his mouth as he lead the way back to his own little space. A mumbled spell, and he was sure the effects were reversed. Not that he minded, but it was quite distracting. He stopped in front of his desk, turning the box around and watching everything drop haphazardly down onto his mess of papers.

"Oh! Here take a..." Maxxie trailed off, looking at his only empty chair. It was covered with papers and books and clippings from the Daily Profit, the pictures of which were looking irritable at being smashed. He held up one long finger to his partner before gathering everything up and dumping it in the corner, offering her the chair before the threw his trench coat back and fell down into his own.

"Avalon, right? That's a cool name, unique. Although that's kind of a thing right, unique names. 'Round here it's almost more unique to be normal, ya know? Am I saying it right? Where ya from, anyway? You talk a little funny. Or do I talk funny? I've always wanted to have an accent. Yours is pretty cool."

Admittedly, Maxxie wasn't really giving her a chance to talk at all, he was mostly just running his mouth as he sorted through everything he'd recently dropped on his desk. He picked something up, glancing at it in confusion before tossing it over his head somewhere. Finally he seemed to have what he wanted, sitting back and throwing his feet up on his desk as his chair went up on two legs.

"Anyway, here's where they want us to start. Goblins. I don't know shit about goblins. Huh, maybe I do need a partner after all..." He shrugged as he turned his attention up to her, then finally shoved the papers he was holding in her direction. "You wanna look at any of this?"

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The man was messy to say the least. On the bright side he was polite enough to clean up the second chair in his work space. Avalon looked over the chair skeptically for a moment before tentatively sifting down in it. Of course it didn't take long for Max to start in on the rambling. On train of thought barely left his mouth before he starting in on another one. Ava recalled seeing a Muggle shirt with words 'I have Attention Defici- Oh hey, look a butterfly". She knew what the ADD was because of her studies, but she was sure it wasn't going to translate over well into the world of Maxxie Tiberius.

Frankly, Avalon wasn't sure where she should start. Answer his questions, ignore them, ignore him? She supposed the latter wouldn't be professional so she opted for the middle on instead. Instead she began picking through the pile of papers that Max dumped out of the box.

There was little to go on really. Lessinia was a virtual ghost when she wanted to be. Her paper trails were almost nonexistent and what she did leave behind didn't point to anything in particular. It was a little frustrating. Just as she set her third paper down, Max spoke up. The papers he had been looking over were shoved her way and Ava sent the wizard a frustrated look.

"Of course I want to look them over." She replied, organizing the pile rather quickly. Her brown eyes scanned over the words on the pages. Apparently, Lessinia's last known associate was a goblin by the name of Krokevar. According to his profile, he was a worker at Gringotts Bank. She supposed that made it rather easy, but actually dealing with goblins was much more difficult than locating them.

"The relationship between the wizarding world and the goblins has been strained for a long time." Ava began, flipping to the next page as she spoke on. "Both wizards and goblins contribute to this friction. They're a highly intelligent groups of begins and are skilled in two main aspects: finances and metalwork. I don't speak much Gobbledegook, but I know enough to make a sort of ice breaker. It could help us to get Krokevar talking."

The witch stood up and removed her want from her pocket. On the top of her priority list was to change into something more fitting for the situation. That could wait though, at least for a little while. "If you're ready, I think we should head on out."

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Maxxie held up both hands in mock surrender. Avalon didn't reply rudely or anything, she was just so...he wasn't sure what the word was. Stick in the mud? She was too sophisticated and responsible and the longer he was around her the more he was beginning to realize this was going to be no fun. At all.

He rolled his brown eyes as she began organizing the papers, pulling his feet off of his desk and sitting criss-cross in his chair before he started spinning it. He knew a lot about Lessinia already, but when it came to the dark witch 'a lot' was also mostly 'nothing'. She covered her tracks well. Well enough the lower fractions hadn't felt a need to follow her more closely before she was deemed this dangerous.

The close four corners of his little area were beginning to close in more and more the longer he spun, and he was about to get unrealistically fast before Avalon's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. Despite his ADD mind he could stay on one strain for awhile, but that usually involved locking out the real world. Like just then.

He shot out a hand, grabbing the wood to bring his spinning to a stop as he focused on her again."I went to school, ya know," he muttered after her little history lesson. Though after reflection he decided he had actually used the words I don't know shit about goblins so he supposed that wasn't actually fair.

He dropped his feet to the ground, twisting in his trenchcoat to pull his wand out of the back of his pants before he stood up. With a wave of his wand everything in his area went back into order, stacking neatly to show a well lived in area and not the rats nest it had been when she had arrived. It never stayed this clean for long.

He tucked the long, slender piece of wood behind one ear and rummaged in his drawers for a moment, grabbing things he need to shove into his coat pockets. Before they left he grabbed the box Harry had given him and motioned for her to lead the way. "Ladies first."

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In Avalon's eyes Max appeared to be taking the situation rather carelessly. Spinning around in rolling chair like a two year old didn't scream 'profession' at the witch. she was seriously starting to question the standards of the British Ministry's Auror Department.

On top of that, her mind had to wonder to the thought of why the hell had it taken them so long to actually do something about Lessinia. It's not as though she went from doing petty magical crimes. There was no escalation in her actions, just the outright brutality of the information they had on her. Ava found it strange is all.

Maxxie's abrupt stop caught her attention. Before her eyes the desk worked itself into a relatively clean state. Unfortunately, that included the papers she had been reading. Ava felt her mouth twitch in annoyance. For the sake of preventing a fight, she ignored him instead.

She stood with grace, fixing her jacket over her blouse and smoothing out her skirt. On hte bright side, the Goblins would appreciate her attire. She looked professional and would blend in easily to the bank setting. Max on the other hand...her eyes racked over his form. Sure he was dressed decently. His outfit was definitely one that an auror would wear. Still, if he looked like her 'muscle' it could help their cause. He certainly looked like the proverbial thug.

"Ladies first." At least he was being polite. So Ava simply nodded her head and lead the way to the elevators. They'd need to head to the main entrance of the Ministry so they could apparate out and be on their way to Diagon Alley.



She had been to Diagon Alley in years, her mother having taken her there one summer while they visited Anita's parents. It hadn't changed much since then, maybe the addition of a shop of two, but beyond that it was still the same bustling and crowded place it had always been.

Gringotts Bank sat in the North Side of Diagon Alley. It was an imposingly large structure made up of stark white marble. The entrance was probably more so. It was beautiful really, minus the goblins that occupied the room.

Max stood behind her as she headed up to the head of the counter. The goblin was a particularly nasty looking one, small angry eyes and a long think nose, and the look he sattled Ava with only put off the witch even more. Not that she would treat him and less civily.

"Hello, I need to speak to a Kokevar in your employment. the Ministry has a few things they would like to speak with him about. The goblin's face didn't change, but she was sure he grew uncomfortable under her American 'accent' (she didn't think she had one).

"And what is a halfling from America doing working with the British Ministry of Magic." The goblin asked in return, his own eyes looking her up and down. Avalon personally hated the turn halfling, some liked to use it as an insult.

Ava cleared her throat before speaking. "I'm a representative from the American Ministry's Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures." It wasn't a lie, she was employed by that particular department, she just didn't work there all the time. "It's a joint task and like I said, we just need to ask Mr. Kokevar a few questions." It was really safer to mention the exact reason they were there, they didn't need Lessinia to know about their snooping before they'd even found anyhting.

The head goblin gave her a glare before stepping down from his podium and walking away, mumbling under his breath. Sometimes goblins were such fickle creatures. It was as though they needed to make things difficult for no reason.

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Diagon Alley was one of Maxxie's favorite places. As a kid he had spent a lot of time there, shopping and eating and generally messing around with his friends. He liked it, the busy street reminded him a lot of London, and some part of him just felt more at home there.

He was mildly surprised to find out Avalon knew exactly where she was going, but he didn't say anything about it, just let her lead. Despite her obvious American accent he figured it wasn't much of an assumption to think she hadn't been to his own side of the tracks before. Especially with how they could travel. Maxxie had been to the States multiple times, for example.

He stayed a good step behind her when they entered Gringots. It was less busy in the middle of the day, which always seemed to make the Goblins a little more grumpy than usual, go figure. Maxxie stuck his thumb in his mouth as Avalon made her way to the front, gnawing on the pad of his finger but keeping his eyes trained on the situation.

He wasn't paying attention to the conversation, his mind already spinning the way it often did, but he could vaguely hear her being all professional. Until the goblin spoke up, the word 'halfing' catching him. Maxxie's head tilted as he looked Avalon over. He hadn't pegged her for a half-breed, but anymore these days it wasn't that rare.

"Why do goblins always have to seem miffed about something," he wondered aloud as he folded his arms across his chest and leaned back against the podium. His eyes fixed on Avalon. She still seemed to be far from fun but he wasn't going to be stuck with her for awhile. He might as well attempt being friendly. "So, you're a halfie, huh? Anything interesting or just happen to have a muggle parent?"

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She was hoping that a comfortable silence would lapse between her and the Max, but alas, Avalon was once again disappointed with the turn of events. Apparently the other wizard wasn't keen on the whole 'silence' thing. Her eyes turned to him as he started with the comment about goblins, but really she knew where his topic of conversation was going.

"Goblins are just naturally unsociable to anyone who isn't a goblin. And yes, I have one parent that isn't a wizard." She concluded, effectively avoiding a deeper answer to his last question. It wasn't that she was ashamed at being something other, it was simply that Max didn't have the privilege to ask such personal questions. They weren't friends or anything.

Luckily, Ava didn't have to evade too much. The head goblin returned to them soon after, mumbling something in Gobbledegook to the other goblin he was walking with. She wasn't able to catch on to too many of the words, but from Avalon could make out they were talking about Kokevar. She did distinctly hear the words 'leave', 'back', and the name Knockturn Alley mixed into the conversation. She knew that it wasn't a good sign.

The witch watched as the goblin went departed from his companions' side and climbed his way back onto the podium. "I'm afraid that today is Kokevar is off for the day, now if you have no business here at Gringotts then I suggest you move along." The words were rude, but Ava had expected no less.

She fixed the goblin with stare before sighing. "We'll be back tomorrow then." The goblin looked like he was about to argue, but Ava had already turned on her heels and walked over to Max. The wizard looked confused and would have probably said something if given the chance, but Ava was quick to grab him and lead him out of the building.

"We don't have much time." She whispered to him, pulling him to the left towards Knockturn Alley. "Kokevar's making his escape through her." Ava suspected that Maxxie would have argued, but once they were down the dark stairwell and into the alley, it was easy to make out of the short and stout form of the goblin in the distance. "You're up, go catch him. I can't run in these heels."

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Maxxie held up both of his hands in surrender for the second time, letting out a low whistle as he looked at pretty much anything other than her at that point. He wasn't that surprised though. Maxxie didn't make friends easily. Especially outside of his little auror bubble. He was just 'too much' for some people.

And apparently little Miss Higher-Than-Thou was far beyond being amused or even slightly friendly. He folded his arms, focusing on picking black nail polish off his butchered nails, hearing chatter around him but not really paying attention. Until the goblin was back at his podium, which Maxxie immediately got off of.

He sighed deeply at the evasion, which was something he was beyond used to, as he turned on his heels and opened his mouth to voice his arguments. Before any sounds came out, Avalon was speaking. "Yeah," he answered, this his brain caught up with what she said. "Wait, what?" his entire face turned towards her, confusion clouding his eyes, mouth still mostly open. Her hand wrapped around his upper arm and he stumbled over his feet three or four times in every ungraceful way possible as she drug him out of the building.

She still had a grip on Maxxie's arm as she turned towards Knockturn Alley, his long legs a mess behind him. "Through here?" he asked, exasperated. Because of course. She dragged him down the dark stairwell before he shook her grip off, giving her one more blank look. "Fine. Wait here. Don't stick your pretty little neck out."

In typical theatrical fashion Maxxie stepped away from her, shoving his trenchcoat off his shoulders. The brown flew off of him, disappearing in midair, the tattoos surrounding his body shivering and twisting like he'd woken them up or something. "Damn it," he muttered under his breath.

Goblins were fast, he knew that much, and they had their own magic. Pulling his wand from his back pocket, he took off, weaving in and out of shifty witches and angry looking wizards. He was gone a good five minutes before he came back around the corner. This time people were obviously avoiding him, and the angry moving bundle in the brown bag on his back. "Done."

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At least he was compliant enough. Max was a bit snarky about the whole thing, but he did as he was told. Of course, he needed to make a theatrical show before he gave chase. That, Ava could have done without. Still, the man did manage to get results. Catching a goblin in a bag wasn't exactly conventional.

Avalon walked leisurely towards the the auror. meeting Max about halfway. "I've never seen someone take down a goblin using a sack." She commented, letting her eyes skim over the area. Knockturn Alley wasn't exactly known for its law-abiding occupants. For the most part, the unsavory characters were avoiding them, ducking into the various shops surrounding them. The witch signaled for Max to dump out Kokevar and he did so, albeit begrudgingly. Ava was starting to think that her partner didn't enjoy being told what to do.

The goblin ended up falling butt first out of the bag. Kokevar was a very unhappy being, cursing at the two wizards as he stood and bruised himself off. "The hell do you think you're doin'?" He asked angrily, pointing a gnarled finger at Maxxie in particular.

"We heard you weren't working today, Kokevar." Avalon began, her voice very nonchalant. Kokevar turned froze for a moment before turning his anger towards the witch.

"I wasn't, just doing a bit of shopping is all. There some kind of new law preventing honest goblins from purchasing things they need?" His needy eyes studied Ava for a minute before switching over to the auror. "I have rights and I certainly don't have to put up with a daft brute like him."

Ava raised one hand to rub at her temple. "We just need to ask you a few questions Mr. Kokevar and then you can be on your way." She had a plan if things were heading down a very noncompliant path, but she'd hold onto that secret for a moment longer.

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Maxxie had a bit of a bounce in his step as he walked back over. The goblin on his back was fighting considerably but he was used to that. Avalon didn't seem amused, but he had a feeling she wasn't the kind that laughed a lot. He rolled his eyes at her, pulling the bag off of his shoulder and dumping it upside down. "Hey, I do what I need to get results."

He was well known for his sacks. Some Aurors had signatures, that was Maxxie's. One time he had drug a wizard almost through the entire Ministry in a sack. It was amusing and convenient. The bag disappeared the moment it was empty, and he wiped both hands on his pants before sticking his wand in his waistband.

The moment an accusing finger was pointed his way, Maxxie recoiled, hand on his chest and eyes widened dramatically as if to say: Meee? "You're the one who ran! Do you think I wanted to chase you? Nooo." Especially not in Knockturn Alley. The wizard shifted slightly, looking around. He had about fifty too many enemies in this one alley alone, but no one was bothering them. Yet. Thank Merlin for reputations.

Maxxie rolled his eyes at the goblins words, especially when he got called 'daft'. Rude. "Don't be an arse, mate. We just gotta get some facts straight and we'll be on our merry way. You wanna get back to our shopping maybe you be...what'd you say? Honest?" He raised his eyebrows halfway up his head before turning his attention on Avalon.

She seemed to like being in charge. And hell, she was the expert, so he simply smiled and gave a wave of his hand, gesturing for her more or less to ask the questions. After all, he was just the brute in this situation. Ok, maybe he was a little temperamental.

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"Are you threatening me?" The goblin asked, angry accusation in his voice. "Wait until I get back home, the Goblin Liasance office will be hearing about this." The situation wa s going to a place that Avalon hoped it wouldn't. She duely noted to bring better shoes the next time they were chasing someone, she wouldn't be trapping them in a sack.

"Look, Mr. Kokevar," She began, trying to diffuse the situation with a calm voice. The goblin simply turned to her and began yelling in his native tongue. None of it was pleasant and none of it was worth transalting back to Max, though the goblin was sure going off on the wizard. Calmly, Ava reached into the pocket of her jacket and removed something chiny. The goblin went silent, his eyes widening once they caught sight if the metal.

"Is that...?" He asked, taking a step towards her. Ava lifted the locket higher, making sure that it was well out of the goblin's reaching range.

"A locket forged in goblin silver? Why yes, it is. How observant of you." She replied nonchalantly, spinning the locket between her fingers. Goblins were easy to deal with if you knew them well enough. The items that goblins forged were concidered the property of the it's maker and those that bought it were meerly renting it in the eyes of goblins. If something goblin forged was passed down in a wizarding family, the goblins considered it to be theft. The item remained stolen until returned to it's owner, or, in some cases, goblin hands.

Now that Kokevar was silent, Ava began to speak. "We're going to need you to accompany us to the Ministry Mr. Kokevar, just for a few questions to be answered and in return," She dangled the trinket in front of his face teasinly. "I will return this to you, who can then return it to its rightful owner."Kokevar's face twisted unhappily at her conditions, but after thinking it over for a moment he agreed. With a sense of relief filling her, their small group moved out of Knockturn Alley and were on their way back to the Ministry.

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Maxxie rolled his eyes the moment Kokevar started complaining about his rights and shit. He never cared much, people complained about him all the time. And then there was bickering in another language and his focus snapped. Just like that. He shook his head, turning his attention towards just about anything else.

His fingers were twirling around pointlessly, proof of the fact that he just couldn't sit still long, as he window shopped. Without his trench coat he actually kind of fit in there, all dressed in black, tattoos, fingerless leather gloves. He looked shady enough that he could easily be a shopper and not an auror.

He didn't care much for what she was talking about, or the fact that the golbin had suddenly gone quiet. Actually he was now up on his tipoes, fingers splayed across glass, looking at an opal colored instrument in the shop. He was departing actually buying something when Avalon said his name, snapping him out of his trance. He sighed deeply, but left.




They had rooms for this kind of thing in the Ministry, which was where they were now. Kokevar was in his own seat, knobby little goblin legs hanging off in a way that looked uncomfortable. He was a mean little shite, but Avalon mostly dealt with him while Maxxie sat in the corner of the room, chair up on two legs, picking at nail polish again.

Avalon was being polite, the goblin selective and brief, only answering exactly what she was asking which was a pain. They weren't really getting anywhere though. In fact, what he was saying was mostly useless. Finally, Maxxie dropped his chair back down and fixed the goblin with an unamused stare. Which probably would have been taken more seriously if he hadn't already shown that he was a complete idiot.

"When was the last time you saw her?"

The goblin smiled cheekily, folding his long fingers. "The last time I saw her."

Maxxie felt his anger spike. Everything in him wanted to throw the creature onto the table and beat the answers out. But things hadn't gotten to that extreme yet. His jaw pulsed but he sat back, running a hand through his hair. He rephrased the question, being much more specific.

Kokevar, who obviously preferred Avalon over Maxxie, spoke to her as he answered the question. "I haven't seen Lessinia in exactly six months, two weeks, and four days. The last time I saw her was with a werewolf. In Ipswitch."

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Kokevar's answer hadn't been the one that Ava was expecting. Lessinia was definitely an interesting character. After her crimes she jumped from group to group in the magical community without spooking any of the members in those comunities. Werewolves would have definitely noticed a difference in her, but then again not all werewolves cared.

Since Remis Lupin died in the Second Wizarding War, the stigma that werewolves had gained had lessened. Still, despite this fact, he wizarding preferred to think of werewolves as having only a few good in the many bad. It was sad, specifically because most lyncantrhopy victims weren't in control of themselves during a full moon. It's not as though these peopel went around giving other werewolves the oppritunity to bite them, they didn't offer themselves up as a free meal. Circumstances that most held no power over resulted in infection.

Purebloods were still probably the biggest contributors to the prejudice. Ava had gone to school with a girl who caught lyncanthropy as a child, her family had been pureblood and dumped her into an orphanage once she caught it. The girl had been lucky though, a wizard and his Muggle wife had adopted her and taken care of her. Attitude like that is why Avalon had a hard time understanding why Lessinia, a known pureblood, would willing cohabitate with them.

Slowly, the witch stood. Kokevar's eyes imidiately turned to her and she held out the locket she had been keeping from him. The goblin eagerly grabbed it, examinning it carefully. "Thanks for the information Kokevar and as an added bonus, the Ministry will be keeping you in a safe house until Lessinia is caught."

The goblin's features visibly paled and as he spluttered in protest. "That wasn't part of the deal!" He yelled, standing and marching his way over to Avalon. He reached to just above her waist, so he didn't exactly reek of intimidation.

"Now, now Kokevar, we want to keep you safe. Imagine what such a dangerous witch would do to you if she learned you squealled." Ava signalled for Max to leave the room first and in the mists of the goblins loud and vulgar protests, Ava followed after her partner.

The door behind her shut and the witch relaxed at knowing Kokevar was no longer her problem. "So, how do you want to handle this?" It was probably the first real question that she had asked Max pertaining to the case. "In America, out werewolves tend to live on reserves that the Ministry provides, just so there are no accidents. Not that accidents don't happen. I know you guys have a registry, but I don't remember there being a designated place for werewolves to go." As far as she knew, in the UK werewolves lived in little more than poverty thanks to the crimes by beasts like Fenrir Greyback and the wizarding community's fear of them.

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Maxxie was out of his chair the moment it was obvious they were done with this fun little talk. He leaned on the wall by the door, twirling his wand between his fingers just to give him something to do before Avalon joined him. He tilted his head back on the wall, gazing at her through the corner of his eyes.

He nodded along before going back to twirling his wand. "Yeah we registrar every one that we find, especially packs. But for the most part we leave them alone. If they feel like telling us where they've decided to live we keep it on record just in case. The only designated areas are for werewolves that have proven they can't interact with society."

Maxxie fell uncharacteristically silent as he seemed to think over a plan in his head. Even so, his wand only continued to spin between his fingers faster and faster, the only hint at just how quickly his thoughts were obviously swirling. "I think the best thing to do would be to listen through the grapevine. Werewolves aren't exactly chatty, but they gossip like nobodies business. I know a few places."

As far as he was concerned, all creatures had their own kind of 'black market' system, but the one between werewolves and wizards was very popular. Some of them would trade a family member for a supply of Wolfsbane Potion. He stepped off the wall finally, rolling his shoulders before glancing at her. "Blimey, you have got to change."

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It was a little unnerving to know that Britain basically let their werewolves do whatever. Werewolves could be a danger, to both themselves and others. At least in America they had a safe place to change and roam during the fully moon and the peace of mind knowing that they wouldn't be hurting anyone when they lost themselves to the transformation. Britain's way almost seemed like psychological torture in Ava's eyes knowing that many of the werewolves there didn't have that same peace.

Avalon watched nervously as Maxxie twirled his want furiously between his fingers. The last thing she needed was to need a trip to the hospital after he accidentally shot her with some kind of spell. Reckless wand movements always made her uncomfortable.

A sigh left the witch as she fixed Max with a look that clearly said, 'are you kidding me'. "Wait and listen? Seriously?" The plan wasn't exactly exciting and it was all based on a matter of luck. They were screwed if nothing turned up in these 'places' Max claimed her knew.

But then their topic turned to her wardrobe and Ava found herself slightly offended by the wizard's tone. Sure she wasn't exactly dressed to galavant around in shady places, but her outfit was nice and professional. He didn't need to sound so put off by it was all. Instead of arguing though, Ava fixed him with a glare and then took out her wand. With one quick movement and a simply spell her clothes changed.

Now, instead of a skirt/suit combo, Ava wore skinny jeans, a black design shirt, and a short, black leather jacket. "Happy now?" She asked, even giving him a little turn about in exasperation. "What about that place that Kokevar mentioned," The witch mentioned after a second of thought. "I think he mentioned the werewolf she was last seen with being in Ipswitch with her…"

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Maxxie rolled his eyes at her, but was thankfully she didn't really argue with the idea of changing clothes. He made a big show of looking her over when she gave her turn, and nodded his approval. "Ipswitch," he muttered at the same time she did. "It's a little town a few hundred miles from here. It gets the most blackmarket activity, which makes sense..."

He twisted his wand around before shoving it in the waistband of his jeans, crossing his arms over his chest and giving her a more exhausted look now than he had before. "You're welcome to throw out suggestions. But the werewolves around here are bloody moody. They aren't going to want to sit down and just have a friendly little chat."

Maxxie stepped off the wall finally, taking off down the hall and just assuming she would follow him. He was beginning to get hungry and they had this nifty little machine in the lobby that would spit out hot meals for a handful of gallons. Apparently the idea had come from a muggle machine. It was the best thing ever, in Maxxie's opinion. "Even if they did, chances are they'd deliberately give you the wrong answers. Blending in and playing nice is the best way to do it."

He turned into the lobby, his face breaking into a grin the moment he saw what he was looking for. He stopped in front of the best invention ever, glancing over his options, his fingers doing that dancing thing they did whenever he had clearly been still for two long. "Night is usually better to, when it's crowded..."

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Ava was sensing a kind some condecending attitude and that was the moment that she realized that Max may have been a pureblood. Not that she would judge...much. The wizard had some nerve calling werewolves moody, it was like a pot calling a kettle black.

"You do know that werewolves are people too." She commented, following him into the lobby. "They just get furry once in a while." The witched watched her partner with a touch of annoyance. In a passive aggressive manner, Ava pushed one of the buttons on the vending machine. Max let out a loud protest. Out popped a large bowl of beef stew, a glass of butter beer, and a snack portion of Every Flavored Beans. It looked edible.

Avalon waved a hand in front of Max's face so that he'd look at her instead of his food. "You sound like you have a bad view of werewolves. A little prejudice even." She commented nonchalantly. The brunette ran a hand through her hair, just to give herself something to do. "You shouldn't penalize them for a few bad eggs in the bunch. Bet you don't condemn all of the wizarding world because of the few crazies in it, like Voldemort for example." The minute the name left her mouth she could feel eyes on her. Apparently, it was still taboo to say that particular name.

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Maxxie could hear her talking, could hear the words she was saying, but he was deliberately keeping his attention on food because she was beginning to piss him off. It took a lot to make Maxxie angry, in fact through out his entire life he had only honestly been mad a handful of times.

A lot of Auror's had anger issues, it was actually the norm, people like Maxxie who still had a smile on his face and a bounce in his step at the end of the day were the minority. Needless to say, it was very, very rare for something to actually ruffle his feathers. He was doing fine until she decided to push the button for her. His protest came out in almost a growl, which was ironic considering the conversation at hand.

He was glaring at what hit the bottom of the machine before there was suddenly a hand in his face, and then she had his attention. His jaw practically pulsed at the word 'prejudice'. He was done. He didn't even care if they had an audience. "And you, Miss Wright, sound like a pretentious little twat, just assuming that everyone in the world who might not be of half-breed status has a prejudice. But I wouldn't say that, normally, because I make it a point to get to know someone before I judge them." He gave her the sweetest smile he could muster, which was probably cavity inducing, before he leaned down and swiped his food out from the machine.

He walked across the lobby which had now gone deadly silent before looking back at her. "This is my city, these are my people, and this is my case. If you don't like my lack of professionalism or my opinions, feel free to resign. No one is keeping you here."

And then he twisted down the hall and back to the auror department, intent on enjoying his meal in his own little cubicle.