Last night's fundraising event turned out to be quite tearrific, if I do say so myself.
@Tecri @Andrea Riverpond Fire and ice, or so it seemed. What an interesting little dynamic - the pair was at complete opposite sides of the spectrum when it came such a thing, yet sparks flew between them. Could it be considered a simple case of opposites attracting? The thought amused Evelyn, but she was quickly brought out of such a line of thinking when Andrea decided to pursue her in a more flirtatious manner, much to the blonde's surprise. "You bring up a valid point." She commented as she finished her drink, glancing over at the three quarters full pitcher sitting upon a surface near the two. It seemed the beverage wasn't nearly enough to appease the Professor's apparent thirst and more drastic measures had to be taken. Had the mild tease earlier worked so well that she unwittingly made her friend desire that type of fun? And at the end of the day, who was she to say no? Her gaze followed Andrea's to the windows of her office. She'd have to permeate the room with a muting spell, lock the window from the inside, and obscure it from view... Nothing the two couldn't handle in the blink of an eye. "In that case, lead the way."
@Tecri @Andrea Riverpond A knowing smile spread across Evelyn's lips as her little tease had its intended outcome, but she opted not to pursue it further. Given their current situation and how many people were just a few heads below them, they could never be too safe on what could potentially be picked up by wandering ears. "I suppose it's just in the nature of my species." The blonde decided to take the ball to her own court to keep conversation going smoothly. "I'm very fond of heat, and I'm pyrokinetic. I've set my hand on fire before and I didn't get burned." Holding out her free hand away from the other so not to melt the ice left in the glass it was holding, she glanced over at it as fire seemingly formed out of thin air, enveloping it, flames licking the skin without leaving so much of a mark. "Like so." And just like that, it was gone. "Heated places or situations, it's what I feel at home with."
@Tecri @Andrea Riverpond Cold was something Evelyn had never appreciated. She was a creature of heat, fire, and blistering temperatures. The cold made her somewhat comfortable as it presented herself, but it was perhaps for the best the fact that she had a superb amount of control over her own posture and face - she didn't show it one bit, pleasant smile spread across her lips as always as she lied through her teeth. "It's quite alright." A small sacrifice to make for her friend. It was the curse of the Veela heritage; she could only see herself as lucky to be born in Australia, rather than someplace like Norway. "I take it you're feeling better, my friend. Although, this is quite surprising. I pegged you for being the kind that liked things to get quite heated." She joked, a callback to a few less than proper activities shared by the two as soon as the night before.
"Perhaps you should." Said Evelyn as the lovely meal progressively disappeared from her plate. It briefly occurred to her that she was eating too fast (despite impeccable composure), but at that point she couldn't care any less for it - they had both waited more than long enough. It was rare when the blonde got impatient at her very own brand of teasing; but, as fate would have it, the mere touch of their legs was enough to send her mind into disarray. Had she been overworking herself that hard? For a workaholic such as herself, it was quite jarring to notice her body had its limits. "I aim to please, you see." She continued just before finishing lunch, finally allowing her gaze to fixate on the Professor's. Legilimency allowed her to read Andrea's mind on what such 'suggestions' could possibly be, but for once, she shut the spell down. The surprise always served for a good portion of the excitement, after all.
@Tecri @Andrea Riverpond "Well, regardless of any potential idea, mine or yours, your comfort comes first." The blonde spoke prior to taking a sip of her beverage, and shifting her body slightly to face Andrea, as well as maintain an open field of vision of the party happening downstairs. She watched as her two cousins darted out of the water and started to play a game of tag with each other, diving back into the pool on occasion. While Amber had the advantage on solid ground, Samantha's affinity with water gave her the edge in swimming. "I'm sure we can cool ourselves down without bothering anybody else. Perhaps some sort of spell on the balcony?" Evelyn suggested, not wanting Andrea to have a heatstroke in case she was particularly vulnerable to the unforgiving sun.
Evelyn could easily make the assumption that Andrea had studied for some sort of teaching degree, without even peeking into her mind; but given that she had been there at the same time as her shorter friend as well back in the day, it was more than obvious that there had been far more to it than that. Evelyn's time in college had been somewhat shorter than average due to the type of employment she was pursuing, which was why the two had lost contact. 'Truth be told, I don't remember actually asking her what she was majoring in...' Pupils dilated as she felt what she deemed pleasant contact pushing against her own leg after the successful attempt of starting a little game of footsie under that dinner table. The effect it had was a bit jarring - she hadn't expected the desire to grow exponentially, but perhaps that was merely an effect of having focused on work for so long. Nevertheless, she kept a straight face, the only indicator of approval being her own foot continuing to rub against the woman's calf. "It depends. If I'm on my own, I normally read a book. If I'm with company as pleasant as yourself, however, I give myself permission to be more creative." She discreetly hastened the consumption of her meal. The sooner that appetizer was done with, the sooner she could get to the main course. "Although, I appreciate any input you may have. You could say I enjoy trying new things."
@Tecri @Andrea Riverpond "On my list?" The half-Veela took a sip of her drink before placing the pitcher down on a nearby surface, enchanting it to remain at a nice cold temperature with her free hand before going back to the railing of the area. She leaned on it, looking down, forearms resting against the top of the wall separating them from a free fall to the backyard area just below them. She watched the teenagers with interest, her gaze not fixating on anyone in particular. "I'd say, up next is enjoying the pleasant weather and company, wouldn't you say?" She did enjoy the sun's extreme heat as it threatened to boil everyone's skin away - her ancestry made it so she was at her most comfortable during such times. The blonde smiled at her friend. "Unless you have other ideas, of course." So long as it didn't involve actually joining the teens in their activities.
Evelyn McCarthy-Parsons earned a Medal Local Hero Level Two
"In due time." It was finally time to start eating. Evelyn took a bit out of the meal her friend had cooked, and ingested it prior to speaking up once again. "It seems you've passed your challenge with flying colors, Miss Riverpond. Congratulations." She compliment, reaching for her glass and making a light air cheering motion before taking a sip. It truly was a delicious meal, but as far as she was concerned, it paled in comparison to what was to come. "Now that we're properly seated, would you be so kind as to fully fill me in on what you've been doing these past few years? We haven't seen each other much at all, and this is as good time as any to catch up, wouldn't you say?" As she spoke, she scooted mildly closer to the table and readjusted her sitting position for comfort -- although not exclusively. It had the dual purpose of ensuring a lesser gap between them under the table itself. It was time for a little flirting to commence. The blonde's right foot lightly stretched out and moved, from left to right, almost in slow motion, trying to see if Andrea's legs or feet were anywhere to be found.
An impressive number of students had managed to cast the spell successfully, even when they weren't necessarily obliged to; it filled her with pride to think that her daughter was a part of such an outstanding crop of students. A lot of them seemed to have a bright future ahead of them, especially in law enforcement, should they wish to pursue it. However, half the class didn't seem to produce much of anything, and it seemed that some were getting concerned over the fact. Letting her goshawk fade in the air, the half-Veela made her way to the closest student that seemed to have a bit of trouble performing the spell at all - Samantha Hammond, her cousin. Perhaps it was for the best that the familial bond wasn't common knowledge, or else she'd be easily accused (and perhaps rightfully so) of preferential treatment. "Okay, Miss Hammond, no need to be so upset." She spoke in a lower tone to the Bourke after having slid in between desk rows, seeing as the girl was still sitting at hers, and crouched in front of her. "Breathe calmly. Think of what you perceive to be your happiest memory. Let it flood every fiber of your being, and then let your heart create the spell. It comes from there. Alright?" She watched the girl try a few times, to no avail; the frustration was showing on her face. Perhaps it wasn't meant to be - several powerful wizards couldn't even dream of performing it. But before she could press on and encourage her further, the bell to indicate the end of the class rang out, a bit too loud for her liking. The blonde waved at the students prior to them leaving. "Thank you for coming, everyone! I won't be the one lecturing you next, but both myself and your teacher would very much appreciate if you read on the subject of your own accord, and practice it. Like I stated in the beginning, do not feel bad about being unable to perform the spell, or performing it partially. It's not something you're meant to be able to do so easily. Have a good rest of your day."
@Tecri @Andrea Riverpond "Leaving it up to me? Does the company please you so that you don't mind where you are?" Evelyn couldn't help but toss in the harmless tease, before letting herself chuckle for a moment in good humor. "Shall we just take the pitcher along then?" She didn't wait for a proper reply to retrieve the same iced tea container that she had used on both glasses. It seemed like a good idea, lest one of them be in the mood to jog up and down the stairs repeatedly for the sake of refilling their cups. She proceeded to motion along with her head for Andrea to follow. "Come on. Upstairs it is." The half-Veela made her way out the kitchen and up the stairs of her manor. She decided to get to the balcony area through her private office due to it being against the rightmost wall of the dwelling, giving that area a full view of the events happening below. "Ah, my apologies, could you hold this for me for a moment?" She held the iced tea pitcher up once they had arrived at the locked door of the room. Once one of her hands were free, she cast a spell without a wand or incantation to open it. To most people it would've seemed like your plain old Alohomora spell, but the door had been jinxed; she couldn't risk asking her friend perform the spell and get injured due to not being someone with the Parsons name. Moving into the room, she closed the door, and jinxed it all the same. It wasn't her intention to lock the woman in so much as keep her workplace safe from rowdy teenagers, and she knew Andrea had enough common sense to not go snooping around in an Auror's house. While the room was in line with the rest of the house in terms of presentation, it was certainly an odd thing that it had no portraits or photographs of Seth McCarthy; rather, it was all about herself, her husband, and her daughter. She opted not to draw too much attention for her choice of decor, immediately leading Andrea out to the balcony. "Here we are." She announced, retrieving the pitcher. She could see her cousins playing in the pool, which in turn brought a genuine smile to her lips. While pool parties weren't exactly her thing, she couldn't help but wish she had had the opportunity to participate in such events when she was their age.
Perfection. Indeed, Evelyn has always strived for every single aspect of her life to appear picture perfect to any outsider, and of course that included her manor. Not a speck of dust in sight, every item seemingly arranged deliberately with attention to detail and not a single centimeter out of place. Everything to hide what truly went on behind closed doors; and that encounter between herself and Andrea made quite the lovely parallel to her life, and how she carried herself. She couldn't help but cherish that similarity - it made things easier, and had her wait with bated breath what was to come. She could only hope it would become a recurring event. "I'm sure it will lovely, you're not one to disappoint." The blonde ended up complimenting as she reached for the proper utensils. "And I must thank you for the compliment. I will ensure you're well acquainted with every corner of my residence by the time you depart. If you're to visit me more often, you'll have to know every room by heart, won't you?" A smile spread upon her lips as she spoke, and as she finished talking, she finally could indulge in the meal; as far as she was concerned, it was just the appetizer.
Due to a recent spike in such cases, the Narragyambie Auror Station would like to appeal to locals not to fly their brooms while inebriated. Thank you.
People who are full of ambition often have loftea goals.
Evelyn McCarthy-Parsons earned a Medal Status Star Level One
@Tecri @Andrea Riverpond "I certainly hope so." Evelyn nodded, and held up her glass as if motioning for a light cheers between the two. Once hearing the click of the cups, she brought her own to her lips for a small sip of the refreshing beverage. She made it a bit sweeter than she usually would have it because of the kids, but it was still well within her tolerance rage, unlike that bubble tea she made herself ingest the very day she met Andrea again a few months back. "Would you like to watch them from the pool area, or would you like a vantage point?" The blonde offered. She far preferred going upstairs to watch over the teenagers, it not being her kind of social gathering at all, but would be willing to accept doing otherwise.
- 1st to 7th Year: Tallygarunga, Sturt House
- Auror Training Degree in VMU
- While not exactly a secret to those who caught her in her early school years, she is very short sighted and had to wear rather thick glasses as a result. During her 'change', she decided to wear contacts instead;
- Corrupt: you scratch her back, she scratches yours;
- Planning to attain a high position, aiming for Minister of Magic ultimately. If she doesn't actually reach it in her lifetime, she will probably get close;
- She absolutely loathes her middle name, chosen by her father, because it's 'too pedestrian' in her eyes;
- Incapable of bearing her own children;
- Killed her father in self-defense but decided to cover it up as a robbery casualty for the sake of giving her name a boost in the wizarding world (and oh boy, did it work);
- She cannot sing, at all. It's sad to watch;
- Contrary to popular belief, her true specialties are Occlumency, Legilimency, memory charms and the Dark Arts, which she practiced in secret all her life;
- She has a hard time processing the fact the deep motherly love she holds for her adopted daughter might actually mean her own soul isn't beyond saving;
- Has a terrible orientation sense. If she has to go somewhere, she either has to know where it is to begin with or someone has to take her there, or else things end up going very wrong. It's hard for her to actually admit this, as it makes her feel quite pathetic;
- Apparates absolutely everywhere unless impossible to (or within walking distance). While that is not a secret in itself, the reasoning behind it is - she has a penchant for taking unnecessary risks physically, and loves the adrenaline that comes with the notion that she might be splinching herself if she's not careful;
- Her whole actual personality, really;
- Her marriage is a sham strictly for political gain;
- A number of both long time affairs and one night stands, either for fun or information (even though her husband is entirely aware of this and it's mutual);
- Deep seated fear of powerlessness, it being by far the biggest reason to her every action and thought;
- Clinically depressed and takes medication for it;
- Has Autophobia - the phobia of abandonment. This makes her covertly obsessed with ensuring the people close to her stay close and never are inclined to either leave the general area or eliminate their bonds;
- Unconscious hatred of any being with wings/able to fly, especially birds (which is very ironic, considering her ancestry), and this includes her very own Patronus;
- Victim of physical abuse and neglect from early childhood until her father's death;
- Is a tremendous lightweight when it comes to alcohol;
- Has experienced the Cruciatus Curse numerous times in her life, courtesy of her late father;
- Said late father became a monster when his wife passed on, but she insists on portraying him publicly in a good light;
- Takes great pleasure with the knowledge that her paternal family’s bloodline will die off with her… Or so she thinks.
- Half-Veela and important figure in the fight against the discrimination of halfbreeds;
- Her wand's wood is associated with nobility and a heroic death, which helped people rally behind her when her father passed (something she finds deeply ironic);
- Comically obsessed with tea;
- Turns, twists and plays with her wedding ring unconsciously as a nerves/stress/pressure habit;
- While she travels a lot pretty much everywhere, the McCarthy's manor was relocated from Melbourne to Narrie around twenty years ago and that's her home still;
- Extremely competent Auror, and as such, she's someone not to be trifled with in any way;
- Formerly a part of Tallygarunga's Dueling Club;
- Happily married and very proud of her adopted child;
- Became an Auror so to finally catch whoever killed her father;
- Given her flirting habits, whilst harmless, it's widely rumored that she swings both ways;
- Sometimes gives lectures in schools about a variety of subjects - especially Tally, where her daughter is;
- While an abnormally impeccable and powerful wizard all around, she specializes in DADA;
- Said to have a very bright future within the Ministry of Magic ahead of her, with some even speculating she can potentially become the next Head of Magical Law Enforcement later in life;
- Was actually a Sturt in Tally;
- Doesn't drink, even in social events;
- A people person through and through, she seems to help people whenever she can.
Cold, calculating, manipulative, power-hungry, sadistic, obsessive, vindictive. Almost anyone would laugh at the thought of those adjectives being used to describe Evelyn; little do they know that it is nothing but the truth.
Her presentation paints a very pretty picture - a youthful, well-mannered, friendly Auror whom seems to befriend everyone with her charming smile, an easygoing laugh, understanding and caring behavior, and harmless teasing quips. It's rare to witness her going for too long without making a tasteful joke, even if a situation is serious, just to amuse herself and others. She is quite often successful in this endeavor. She's also the embodiment of serenity, with very few things seemingly fazing her on a daily basis.
A natural born leader, Evelyn is very charismatic and finds it easy to rally people to her cause or to contain a given situation. She is able to keep herself composed when unexpected things happen, and she has a knack to twisting situations into a way they'd benefit her the most. Despite her need for self preservation, however, she doesn't seem to have much of a habit of leaving behind those whom contribute to her in any way unless they blatantly betray her.
She is very much a wordsmith, tactful and cautious about every word that leaves her mouth. It comes across as concern for others, but it's more out of concern of what can be used against herself. She makes sure to be on everyone's good side, make them relaxed and off guard around her. It certainly makes them more malleable, more likely to impart information, and if all else fails, more susceptible to Legilimency.
She is, in truth, someone who's become everything she once detested and every bit her father's daughter. She is out for herself and her immediate family, perceiving everyone else caught in the blast a casualty she has no business concerning herself over. The world's motto is 'survival of the fittest' and she's making sure she stays at the top of the food chain.
Her core was shaken by fear for very many years, and that fear shaped her to become what she is today. She feared her father and his torture, which caused her massive problems early in life; as she grew up, she grew enough confidence to defend herself, to the point she accidentally killed him. The fear of someone became the fear of powerlessness, and she erroneously perceives as becoming stronger for overcoming him, when she became weaker; even broken.
This fear spurred on a very sudden change to her personality - the second brutal change in a row. While she retained most of her first change in a social manner - friendliness, flirtatiousness, and so on -, the person borne out of overpowering fear became deeply distrusting of others, obsessed with being in a position where she wouldn't be hurt again. Power for the sake of power, with no true direction. Her darker tendencies manifested and she closed herself off completely from everyone save for a few. Manipulation and deception became the words of the day, all behind a friendly smile. Sadism came to life as a means to take out the suffering she endured for so long on others. Coldness came as a lame justification to self hatred, as people are only tools and life has little value.
But maybe, just maybe, she's not beyond saving.
True to her Veela ancestry, Evelyn certainly turns a lot of heads - some say she greatly resembles her late mother with her mildly wavy golden hair, deep hazel eyes and smooth skin, almost as if she was fully Veela herself. Her often modest wear hides a fit and lean frame, although she isn't at all afraid to show a little bit of skin if the situation calls for it. Her expression is perpetually jovial and her demeanor very calming and tastefully playful, and very few ever caught her with anything but an amused smile on her face. She stands at 168 cm.
While she lets her hair loose more often than not outdoors, at home she actually prefers to wear her shoulder length hair on a ponytail or a bun, a small detail privy only to her family. She seems to have a taste for fashion despite her modesty, and consequently she's always well dressed. Her inheritance certainly helps with that.
Evelyn was born in a pureblood household, daughter of Seth Alfred McCarthy, a very prominent and powerful Ministry figure. Her mother was his wife, an unnamed Veela woman whom passed away during childbirth. She is left unnamed because Seth never told Evelyn anything about her, and instructed his house elves to do the same out of a sick, sadistic sense of revenge.
She was blamed for her mother's passing by a mentally unstable father, and lived as the remembrance of what she had taken away ever since - and certainly was treated in such a manner. As she got into elementary school age, that sadism morphed into the occasional employment of the Cruciatus curse. In moderation, of course - wouldn't want the girl to get too damaged to continue this little game.
The house elves were sworn to secrecy, and Evelyn grew too scared of her father - if she didn't tell anyone, perhaps she wouldn't set him off even more. She was a very quiet child, keeping to herself and her books, studying magic on her own. As the sadistic behaviors escalated, her father decided to move to a slightly more isolated town - Narrie - so he could continue his deeds unpunished. This, however, provided her with the opportunity to attend the local dojo. Her father had the presence of mind of making it seem like Evelyn had a normal life, and knew she had to look the part - he didn't think too much about enrolling her once she requested it.
Her activities in Hapkido and Krav Maga, as well as the friendliness of people she met at school as a Sturt, both combined to make her feel more confident about herself slowly over time. As the years went by, she started showing that confidence more and more - she grew an excellent sense of humor, made many friends, became flirty, took excellent care of her looks and wear, and near the end of her academic life she seemed very far removed from what a Sturt should embody.
Of course, this also meant she came to resemble her mother too much. At home, things got worse - her father started to beat her up physically rather than just settling for watching her squirm, needing to take out the violent anger bubbling inside from watching the woman that took the love of his life away also take away her looks and personality. It all came to a head when one time, near the end of her last school year, she accidentally killed Seth in self defense.
At first, she was shocked - not that he died, but that she killed someone. But then, she realized she didn't feel particularly bad about it, such was the hatred she harbored for the man. Able to keep her cool due to lack of attachment, she eventually came to a conclusion: if she was to come out and claim her father abused her, her name would be devalued and she would be looked at with pity for the rest of her life. If she made it look like a robbery, she could turn it into a redemption story that kept the name strong going forward.
And so she did. Shedding away as much evidence as she could, she made sure to change the elves' memories before she reported the incident. When questioned, she employed her incredible Occlumens skill as her defense. It all went very smoothly and the people whom knew her rallied behind her, wanting her to succeed. It was her first taste of manipulation, and she rather liked it.
It was all downhill from there as she descended further and further into these mannerisms and behaviors as time went by. Her excellence in magic made it so she was actually a candidate for Auror training, which she aced - she became a full-fledged Auror as soon as she was able, and made sure her competence was always on display just so to allow herself an easier climb up the career ladder later down the line. She arranged her marriage to someone whom had the same intentions, and whom also had reasons to keep themselves hidden. She became a close friends to her husband in reality, and a very loving couple to everyone else. They don't love each other, and they're perfectly okay with the fact.
The only speck of hope in her life came in the form of her adopted daughter, just a few years after the life changing incident. While traveling to a location that was protected from Apparating, Evelyn had gotten lost and wound up in a small town in which a tween was being chased to death due to fear, due to being magical. Her parents had died and her powers had revealed themselves on accident very publicly. Evelyn decided to take her in so to save her, out of an unknown urge; she has grown to care for the girl very deeply ever since, even willing to give up her power so to ensure this girl is alright. Perhaps this is a sign of Evelyn not being too far gone.