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Adele DeVylissea

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  1. She took the hand, raising herself from the ground, stumbling slightly as he said the words you're worth it. There was that twisting feeling again, and this time she shoved it as far back as it would go. He was making jokes, this was not the time to get all weird. Compliments and appreciation, however undeserved, had always been something of an aphrodisiac. Finally on her feet, she wiped those sweaty palms across her jeans, before raising her hands to pull her hair back and tie it in place. "Magic comes with exertion, Stuart," she said. "We can't all let a jolly stick do the work for us." It was true enough. There was a physical cost to weaving magic the way they did, and while that bit of air might not have quite explained her sweaty palms, it was all she could reach for. Adele composed herself while Stuart tidied up the gravesite, said goodbye. Did he have to bend like that? Adele averted her gaze, but found herself drawn back by some overwhelming force of nature. Fortunately, what he said next was enough to break her out of that. "You came out here without a helmet?" she hissed, reaching out and slapping his arm as if he were an unruly child. "Reckless, stupid, ridiculous.... mortal!" She was definitely going to tell Jezebel on him. Maybe Mary too. What if he had come off? The terrain out here was flat, sure, but the windy tracks he spoke of had dips and ditches were creeks used to wind through. Holes dug and hidden hills built by bikers who wanted a little variety in their ride. Adele didn't care how good of a rider Stuart was, to come out here without any sort of head protection was just dumb. "I'm not scared. Not for me, anyway," she shrugged. "You, on the other hand, are going to have to explain to your daughters why you saw fit to tempt an early grave. Don't think I won't tell them."
  2. Lorelei was in her lap, and Adele hugged her tight. It still felt weird, the girl being this big. Adele knew that Lei had been struggling in her younger body, and that this was all much better for her. She worried, though. Always worried. Lei hadn't had the years to build up resilience, she was still so new to the world. There was an important aspect to childhood, the way it gave people time to grow into themselves, to learn how the world worked before throwing themselves into it fully. "You can, sweetheart," she said, tucking Lei's hair back behind one of her ears. "That doesn't mean I'm not going to worry for you. That's my job. And I don't worry because you're not physically big enough, or clever enough, or strong enough. I worry because there are things in this world that are deeply unpleasant, consequences that can impact the rest of your life... things I don't want you to be burdened with too soon in your life. And you'll always be too young for me to stop worrying about that, always. And your mother..." Adele's smile quirked up at the corners. "She's new to this too, remember. Your aging up didn't just change you, sweetheart. It changed us all. We need to work out what our place is in your life now, what role we play in it. It's different to when you were small. We're not quite sure what to do yet, what you're able to handle and what you can't. What we still need to protect you from. You can tell your mother things, even things like this. It's probably better if you do, really," Adele added with a sigh. "She's likely very worried you're outgrowing your need of her." But at least Lei had promised to talk first, and jump later. Adele wasn't sure how long that would last with all the teenageness that was also happening. It was nice to think that's at least what Lorelei intended. She nodded, but was still confused on the subject of Stuart. There was no doubting that yes, she felt comfortable around Stuart. It was hard not to. And he supplied a certain, grounded feeling that helped on her crazier days. He was also part of the whole mess that was their lives, and while he may not have understood all the details, Adele was glad for someone to vent to on occasion. Someone who didn't short-circuit at the twisted and convoluted paths that had led them here. The way Lei spoke made it sound as though Adele also gave him something, though. Which couldn't be true. Adele couldn't think of a single benefit she had brought to Stuart's life, aside from the girls. They were people in their own right now and she had merely birthed them. "I've not really got much to offer, certainly not anything he might need," Adele sighed. "I'm just glad he tolerates me most days, really."
  3. And they fell, tumbling to the ground as sticks and leaves picked up in the wind circled around them. Instinctively, she curled inward, making herself small and easy to shield, stayed there while the world settled and Stuart spoke. He had a point, yes. One memory had lasted her years---what would years of memories give her in the future? Far more than she felt she deserved, but he'd made it clear he didn't want to hear about that. A half-smile rested on her lips, chest tightening while he described all the things she did give him. The things she'd never considered were in any way special, she hadn't realised that her presence had made been a good one. The way he described it, Adele wasn't sure if it was her he was describing. "I've got a lot of facepalms yet to give you," she replied, a shaky warmth radiating from the center of her forehead where he had kissed it. The feeling burned in her blood, made her heart thud with sickening speed. Adele knew the feeling, blamed it on the moment. The chaos and the loss of the last year. The lack of any sort of intimacy since David passed. All of that combined to produce this current, wildly inappropriate, desire. Stuart was the only real friend she had, of course she would feel that attachment. Of course she was unreasonably protective. "I wasn't... I was planning on, y'know," Adele waved her hands in a vague imitation of some sort of magic. She hoped he didn't notice the slight tremor in her voice, or the way her palms had suddenly become ridiculously sweaty. "Winding tracks sounds fun, though." Maybe a little rough riding would cure her of this awkwardness. A bit of danger with the safest man she knew, surely that would rebalance the scales?
  4. Stop with that kind of talk? Why had she even started? He couldn't see it, wouldn't believe it, and maybe she hadn't explained it properly either. Adele wasn't sure she fully understood it either, she thought for so long that she had been rid of it. Adele opened her mouth to tell him, but all that came out was a stunned squeal as she found herself thrown over his shoulder. Spinning, spinning, so much spinning. Adele was glad she had a strong stomach, her arms flailed to try and smack Stuart in protest. At the same time, she could only giggle at this unexpected turn of events. "It's not... as stupid... as it sounds!" she managed between laughs and vague attempts to fight her way free. "You're a mortal, you loon. I'm not ready... to lose you. Yet." Wriggle as she might, Adele just couldn't work herself free. She didn't want to puke, or apologise. Why would she apologise for worrying about someone she loved? That just came with the territory, didn't it? The girls would be devastated if something happened to Stuart, Alexander too, even Caleb would be lost. It didn't matter if it was today, tomorrow, or a thousand years into the future---the inevitable would hurt. A lot. Even if everything went well, long lives lived and in times of peace, it would still have to end. She would still have to stand by and watch time take away a piece of her soul, one wrinkle at a time. And then she realised, that maybe she couldn't work her way out of this one---but she could use Stuart's move against him. It was rare Adele used her abilities for anything more than lighting her cigarettes, still very stubbornly rejecting her own heritage even though she had been accepted for some years now. Her arms out, waves of energy joined in, pushing the air currents around them, making Stuart spin faster and faster. Momentum, gravity, and just a little helping magic, enough to teach Stuart why throwing her over his shoulder was a bad idea. Adele cackled with glee, pushing for more, knowing that at least in this moment, if it all fell down they would fall together. Just this one time.
  5. He knew her? Adele normally would have dismissed the idea outright, except that everything he said was true. He knew her tells. Frustrating, yet endearing. David had always been able to tell too, but she'd known David for so much longer. It was only expected that he would be able to decipher her moods, Stuart was just... lucky. Or really good at reading people, and probably both. She scowled at him, a clear indicator that she was displeased with being so easily found out. "I'm sorry that you're so nice to me," the words jumped out before she could check them. Even Adele wasn't quite sure what she meant by it, or why his kindness made her so damn uncomfortable. Stuart had a talent for softening the old fears until they didn't seem to matter anymore, and she worried she had become complacent. Maybe it would be better to start again, and not just to burn her bridges in grief and anger at everything that had happened, but for the same reason Ameliana had plucked her out of her bed in the dead of night and moved her about from place to place. It always caught up. And it wasn't Thomas, specifically. Thomas was just the hand that dealt the latest blow, there had been many Thomases. The dilemma tortured her at night, the only thing that gave her peace was the knowledge that it had struck only recently. There would be some time before the next, time she could use to let DJ grow up a little, before they really had to leave. And then Stuart did his stupid thing where he was nice and made the world feel safe when it wasn't and Adele wondered if she couldn't just stay. Forever, even. Stuart was mortal, though. Where her closest family members could withstand what might come, she couldn't guarantee the same of Stuart. Just as she hadn't been able to guarantee it of David. "You're nice to me," she repeated, lifting her head to shake it sadly. "And all I'm ever going to be able to give you, is pain."
  6. Adele nodded. She knew. Knowing was the easy part. Adele didn't doubt for a second that if she asked for help, that Stuart---and a few others---would jump at the chance. It wasn't feeling like she couldn't ask that held her back, it was feeling like she couldn't get those things done. It hurt too much. Once they had cleaned the last of Dave's loose ends away, what would she have left? It didn't feel like enough. Not nearly enough for the years they'd had together. She also didn't think that Kate understood that nothing would ever happen with Stuart. She was pretty sure that if Stuart gave her the slightest opening, Kate would abandon Matt in a split second and take it. A thought that niggled at her, now, made her mildly angry. For a while, it had been a source of amusement---she had looked forward to seeing the three of them in the same room, watching Matt grow increasingly irritated while Kate couldn't take her eyes off Stuart. Now it just seemed wrong. Stuart deserved better, Matt deserved better, than to be some donkey's plaything. Not that any of this had happened for years now, just the memory of it had a way of crawling under her skin and annoying at her. "I'm fine," she said, feeling herself pulled in closer. The warm, secure feeling increased --- and not just because his arm now blocked some of the wind chill. The smile made her guts twist, he was so nice. So kind and comforting and this was his day to mourn, and yet here he was still trying to make her feel better. Why was he so nice to her? She didn't deserve this. And he was thanking her, too. Why? What had she ever done, except make his life more complicated than it needed to be? "I'm sorry," she murmured, resting her head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry."
  7. "I don't think that's the whole of it. Or it's unpredictable with different bloods, I don't... know. I don't know enough to tell you anything that would eliminate that risk entirely, so just. Be prepared. For all the outcomes." Adele gave her a weak smile. She really wasn't ready to be a great-grandmother. Not even slightly. She knew, as well, that it chafed at Lorelei every time they reminded her of her chronological years. Knew the girl was too smart, too forward-thinking, too accustomed to being a level above those around her that it would always be difficult to give her advice. Always be difficult to ask her to slow down, step back, she was rushing so fast into an adult life, Adele wasn't sure it was healthy. Mental ability and the presence of an old soul was one thing, but lived experience was another. "Sweetheart, when I was your age---your actual age---Mamiere and I fled to the Outside. Before that, she did everything she could to shelter me from what was happening. Much as I hated it, hated feeling left out of it all, once we were out here, all of that went away. She couldn't do it anymore, I had to grow up to keep up, and I would have done anything to go back to playing hide-and-seek in the rose garden. I know you're frustrated by the way we see you sometimes, but that's our job. To protect you, until we can't anymore. To give you as much time playing hide-and-seek as we can." Adele shifted in her seat, her eyes just a little watery. "And you're clever. You're strong. But some things need time, and experience, and a lifetime to really understand. You have so much time to make mistakes and learn your own way, make use of it, okay? Even Mother will tell you that. I have lived through wars, epidemics, poverty, and one disaster after another and the one true thing I can tell you, is to take your time. Some decisions can't be unmade. Most actions can't be undone. Choose each course, no matter what it is, with care. You won't always choose right, but you can always say you tried." Lecture, lecture. When did she become like this? It felt nigh on responsible. But something Lorelei said made her sit back, momentarily confused. "We are?" she asked, wondering where that had come from. "I wouldn't really say that, sweetheart, I mean... there's... complications, you know..."
  8. "There's still the brush out the back of our place from when Dave trimmed the trees," Adele added. "Trim" was an understatement. He'd hacked those trees within an inch of their lives, the stack of cuttings was enormous. He'd just never got around to disposing of it. The pile haunted her a little, another small reminder of the things left undone. There were so many of them. His clothes still in the wardrobe, a half-written shopping list for things they no longer even needed, a cubby house he'd been putting together for the kids. It never felt right to do something about it, as if he might walk back in any moment and wonder where all his things were. She just couldn't. The bonfire sounded good. Distracting, even. It would get rid of that looming pile of dead tree bits, at least. Maybe after that she would be able to start sorting through the rest of it, too. She took a long drink, just nodding gently as Stuart spoke. He wasn't often one to talk about his thoughts, and his feelings -- best not to interrupt him while he was. It was good for him to let it out. Was this what Lorelei had meant, but them being "good" now? Adele turned her head slightly, watching Stuart's lips move, studying the side of his face, the way he held the bottle. What had that meant? "It is good, having her back," Adele agreed. The girl had warmed to Stuart over time, and especially to Mary. Vladimir---well, there was an obvious secret that Adele knew she wasn't supposed to know, but it positively beamed out of the two kids any time they were near. Impossible to miss, and yet she was sure Améa felt she was being very sneaky and careful in keeping it hush. Adele didn't have any desire to disabuse her of that idea just yet, nor did she feel she had earned any real right to expect that Améa might tell her anything of her own volition. If anything, she would speak with Jezebel first, then maybe Stuart. Or Mary. Adele was very aware that on the list of people Améa trusted, she was very far down the order. "Mm, I'm not looking forward to when Alex and Cass decide they need their own space," she mused. The noise of the full house was sometimes the only thing that kept her distracted and sane. Especially with the twins now, it was a whole new level of chaos. Caleb had bonded quickly with the twins (an absolute surprise to everyone, but a welcome one) and spent most of his time practicing guitar for them. Checking they were happy, even occasionally advising Cass of which breast had been used last to feed from, so that she wouldn't give them an "empty one". "You know Kate only had a problem with her because donkey-face has the most ridiculous crush on you, and always has," Adele reminded him, one eyebrow raised. "I wouldn't be looking to who that one approves of, because spoiler alert, she's not going to be happy unless you whisk her away to some dream life." Could she blame Kate for that, though? Sure, the donkey's un-subtle approach, the drama and the theatrics made it very distasteful. But the core of it? As she had told Lorelei, Stuart came with an encompassing sense of safety, of calm. Even now, it wrapped around her like a blanket, when he was not making any active effort to soothe her. It was just his presence. For a woman as wildly insecure as Katherine Belmont, with that deep social need for an attractive man on her arm and the status that came with someone like Stuart----he was a very desirable package. Adele didn't really need the rest of it. Certainly not the status. The attractiveness was a neat bonus. Adele realised she was staring. Shook her head sharply to break the moment, released a breath she didn't know she was holding. Weird.
  9. Well, that was a shame. Adele would have liked to see Andy try and entertain Kate Belmont. It was a situation that she didn't think could end in a way that wasn't amusing. Someone would definitely get slapped, maybe punched---but who? Which one? Maybe she just needed to work on Andy a little more, push her ever-so-gently in that direction. It would be spectacular. A victimless crime. There would probably be a lot of people willing to place bets on who would win in that scrap, too. Yes, that was definitely something she was going to have to work on. "Oh well," she said for now, shrugging as if she meant to drop the idea entirely. But even if Andy went to scope out Matt, and Kate picked up on that... yes, there was hope. A thick haze was developing in the room, smoke from their chained cigarettes rising into a dense cloud that had nowhere to go. The room was going to stink by morning. She turned again to offer Andy another drink, topping her own off. Adele was not done. She could still feel things, and that meant that she wasn't ready to stop. Fall into bed too drunk to think about anything, not wake up until all the pain was back. That was the plan. The only plan she knew. Heavy footsteps sounded outside the door, like a small giant stumbling and huffing his way down the corridor. Adele's lips curled into a wide smile, the staffroom door cracked open just a little, and she waited for it. "Adele! What have I told you about---Andrea?" The staffroom door opened all the way, gentle candle light illuminating the tired face of Alan Burdett, scrunched into an expression of displeasure and confusion. He thumped his little feet across the room, wrenching a window open so the smoke could escape, turning back around with that silly little frown of his. "You know better," Alan muttered, waving a finger at Adele. "And Andrea? Surely you're smarter than this." Adele simply smirked, deigning not to answer Alan directly. Instead she looked across to Andy. This was her chance. Take out the biggest kid in the school, and she would control them all. Hopefully, the younger professor did not disappoint.
  10. "Yeah, I felt a little strange bringing that much alcohol to a graveyard," Adele admitted, even she had a sense of proprietry at times. She let her gaze rest on the gravestone, at the words carved ornately into the smooth surface. It was nice. A nice memorial for a shitty memory. "We should do that again, though. Soon. The roof, or bonfire thing. Maybe a bonfire so big we have to sit on the roof?" Her eyes lit up just a little at that thought. Adele did love fire. Fire was destructive and unpredictable. Maybe it would be a fun night, maybe the town would burn to ash---who knew! At the very least, she could sit near it and poke it with a stick, watch as the smoke always seemed to find Améa. The girl was cursed, surely. Well... Adele paused for a moment of guilt. In some ways she was, just as Adele was too. In different ways, but cursed all the same. Blessed, they were supposed to be. It didn't feel like a blessing. She nodded as he spoke again, a wry smile touching her lips. Adele knew the trap well. The only way out that she knew was to leave, run far enough away that the old hurts couldn't find you anymore---but that wasn't an option now. It wasn't an option for Stuart, either. Or at least, she didn't think it was. He didn't seem likely to pick up and leave his family, his job, and everything he cared about just to leave some pain behind. He was better than that. "Not much point to it, and yet it regularly consumes hours of my life." Adele snorted softly, raising the bottle in a small salute before she drank. "Can't even count how many alternative realities I've created in my own head. Some of them... end worse than what actually happened, which is a little counter-productive. If you're going to wallow in the pit of What If, you might as well get to a good outcome, right?" Adele laughed, amused by her own foolishness. "You doing alright, though? It's a shitty day."
  11. "You're flustered because you like him," Adele teased softly. "Maybe write him a note? I can deliver it if you like..." her eyes sparked a wicked blue. She was rather curious as to who the lucky boy was, where he lived, and if she would really get arrested for locking him in a dungeon until Lorelei found something else to occupy her mind. Surely no jury would convict her? Not once she explained that her precious granddaughter was growing up too fast. Even if Lei had grown up in the usual way, it still would be too fast. "It's not... always as simple as what our hearts want, either," Adele shook her head. Lillian's theory was close, and yet it wasn't foolproof. Adele knew that from experience. She couldn't explain how Lauren came about, for example, she didn't remember a moment. A thought. She certainly hadn't wanted children at the time, she hadn't wanted Alan. So why had it happened? And while Lorelei may be focused on her own goals, while she may have absolute belief in her heart that she wanted no children yet, Adele couldn't guarantee that would work. Especially when teenage hormones had a tendency to create those little pockets of perfect happiness that might serve as the right connection. "Any time you choose to have sex, it's going to be a possibility. Even if you're incredibly careful and keep your thoughts guarded, there's always, always a chance." Adele gave her a smile, as long as Lorelei made her choices with all of the information, that would be enough. Jezebel might kill her, but... Adele could run. Fast if she needed to. Lei's question was one for thought, though. She didn't want to disappoint the poor girl, who so absolutely seemed to believe that children could and should only be born of love and connection. How did you break that idealistic idea, tell her that it had been convenience, a warm place to sleep. "He made me feel.. safe," she answered after a moment. "In a way that was very rare at the time. But I wasn't right for him, and I knew that. So I left."
  12. So she wasn't planning to whisk some poor kid away, that was reassuring. You could never tell, when it came to their family, what people would actually do when they had the motivation to do it. Maybe Adele was just too used to trying to figure out what Lillian's next move would be. Or deciphering Améa's odd grasp of the English language. But that didn't make what Lorelei was asking about any less horrifying to the elder woman, especially when she asked about the sex. "Well, I think the simplest way of getting him to be your boyfriend, is to ask if he wants to be," Adele agreed slowly. Not that Adele had ever asked anyone like that. Or really had what she would term a "boyfriend", either. Convenient squeezes for one reason or another, favourites she kept returning to, even David hadn't been her boyfriend as such. She didn't really like the word, but it was perfect for teenage relationships. "And that's not always how it works. Some people can have more than one partner, as long as everyone in the relationship is okay with that. So if you want him to be your boyfriend, and only your boyfriend, he needs to know that's what you expect, too." She had to smile regarding the icecream. Of course there would be icecream, to celebrate, commiserate, or because it was a day ending in y---it didn't matter. The smile froze as she contemplated very carefully her next reply. "I don't recommend it, sweetheart," Adele answered softly. "Especially not to make him your boyfriend. He can be your boyfriend without the sex, and it's better if you know someone well as a partner before you take that step." Yes. Get to know him, good advice. For like. A hundred or so years, at least, and then maybe it would be okay. "And maybe by law you're at the appropriate age, but you're also still very young. Especially in our years, and the regular protections don't work for us. I can't even tell you what will work to avoid getting pregnant, and if you really like this boy, it's all the more likely to happen. So unless you're ready to be a mother, it might be something that has to wait until another time in your life. Gods know I'm not ready to be a great-grandmother yet, it really hasn't been that long since I became your grandmother." Because for all that Lei acted the part of the teenager, strange urges and all, Adele couldn't separate out the fact that Lorelei was not chronologically a teenager. But.. she knew better than to tell the kid she couldn't do something. Best to just give her the consequences to consider, and trust she would make good choices.
  13. Adele remembered, though she had never made a point of it. At the time, it had been a sad shame. A horrible thing to happen to the father of two of her daughters, but at the same time quite distant from her own life. Which then, had been a cozy family unit that felt near untouchable. She'd had sympathy, of course, but never felt motivated to do anything with it. Today, she knew, she owed much more to Stuart than just that. Adele wasn't blind to his support, the strength he had given her when she needed it most, the very fact that he'd not given up on her even when her actions turned toward destructive old habits. But it wasn't out of obligation to debt that she came, either. She wanted to. If she could help make this day a tiny bit less shitty for him, she would. He deserved a lot more than that, but nothing was going to undo the pain. Dressed casually, sensible heels and carrying two bottles, Adele picked her way through the graveyard to where she knew he would be. She'd paused a bit to give him some time to settle, a little bit of alone time with his daughter. How many times had she done the same for Lauren? And would, for the rest of her days, with David? Unless her mother was hiding some other secret and David was living out his life in some unseen dimension which Adele tried not to consider, but at this point couldn't help wonder if it might be true... "You forgot these," she said, announcing herself on approach by raising the bottles and clinking them lightly together. Rituals were rituals, after all. If she couldn't have a drink in the cemetary with Stuart, then when could she? Adele didn't bother to ask permission, knowing Stuart was far too polite to let her stay if she gave him the option, she simply sat down and cracked the top of one of the bottles, handing it over. He was too damn polite to ask for any sort of help ever, she knew that. If he felt a fraction for his little girl of what she did for her own hurts, then he needed this now.
  14. Extreme? Adele supposed it was, on reflection. Nothing about her life had been simple, or easy, or normal. Certainly not half-arsed. Those years, the ones before she returned to her homeland, had been hard years. Truly hard. There was no wilful destruction, no bad choices for the sake of being contrary, it had all been survival. Which was ironic, when most days Adele no longer cared that much if she did survive. Or was it because she knew now that her survival was all but guaranteed, that she felt so compelled to feel the opposite? That was highly likely. And torment was for fun, now. As long as you could find the ones brave enough to approach, to have a go. It was no fun when they knew from the start there was no point in the attempt. Keith had been fun like that. Always ready to throw himself in for more. No matter how many times she threw him into the dirt, he kept coming back. She had married someone else and still he had pursued. It was adorable, and if only he hadn't been so stupidly sentimental about every damn thing and got himself a decent haircut, she might have even gone along with it. Oh well. "Apparently Matt and his donkey-wife are starting to get along again," Adele said with a shrug. "So if you wanna jump on that, you might need to be quick. She's the sort that thinks she's the queen bitch of the world, but she's just a sheltered little rich girl with a private school education and not much else besides." The animosity between Kate and Adele was infamous in Narrie, though no one knew what started it. It definitely wasn't any reaction on Adele's part for how Kate had treated both Matt and Alan in the past, that would require she care how they were treated. "Or maybe you could try her out," Adele said with a half-snort. "Probably wouldn't know what hit her, dried up old bint doesn't even have any friends." Neither did Adele, outside of those she was related to, but that wasn't the point. When it came to Kate, anything was a reason to disparage the woman.
  15. "Three continents, really?" Adele raised an eyebrow, tried to sound sympathetic to that. Like Andrea wasn't just describing some mild version of her own childhood, pulled about wherever and whenever Ameliana felt like it. Or whenever it felt like things were catching up to them. "It was something similar with my adoptive mother and I. No preparation, no warning, just pack up in the middle of the night and be somewhere else by morning. She would enrol me into schools, whatever was closest, at whatever age she believed I could pass for," Adele rolled her eyes. "Or maybe she forgot my age, who knows. When I was about... fifteen, I think---I woke up to find she had left without me. Not seen her since." Adele drained her glass and poured another, again offering the bottle to Andrea. "Don't really care to, either. I made my own way after that." And it hadn't affected her at all, not in the slightest. Where moving around had made Andrea less likely to develop connections, Adele had come to cling to the ones she had aggressively, and shun anyone who turned away from her. She pretended she didn't care, held herself at arms' length and apart from everyone else, but that had never stopped her from craving the attention and connection with other people. Andrea had the right of it, she felt, Adele wondered if she could ever make it work for herself. "It's not really a bad thing, even if it does make for difficult hunting," she said in relation to her intimidating nature. "There's no fun in chasing the weak ones. Even less fun when you catch them, and if something isn't going to at least be a little bit of a challenge, whatever is the point?" Adele stretched out her arms, scratched an itch behind her ear. She was still observing Andrea with some curiosity, trying to read whatever signals may or may not be there, it had been too long since she'd tried. Adele wasn't someone who often made any attempt to decipher what others were communicating, she was far more likely to decide what she wanted and go from there. But, Andrea was a staff member, and she did still have a reputation to maintain. "If you don't look at him, Barry Burdett knows what he's doing. Matt over at the Drunken Roo was something of a specialist, but I imagine that's changed with the whole, being in a coma for several years, thing. Oh, and the donkey-faced wife of his doesn't help any. Old Keith Anderson, he was fun. Mostly. Emotional, and terribly sappy, and his hair is awful... I don't really know about women. As I said, been a long while, though I recall Liz Burdett being rather impressive."
Adele Ellareisse DeVylissea
Tallygarunga Librarian 0
40* year old Halfbreed Sorceraic She/Her
Age:  40*
Date of Birth: November 4th, 1978
Birthplace: Isle du L'Arine
Occupation: Tallygarunga Librarian
Blood Status: Halfbreed
Species: Sorceraic
Player:  ★ Sadrienne
Pronouns: She/Her
Patronus: Patronus
Wand: Wand
Play-by: Eva Green











Her position back home is known to very few. This is a secret she guards with her life. Though she could pretend to care less, she has fallen in love more than once - and though she will flat refuse to admit it - has been very badly affected by some of her break ups.

General Knowledge

That there's only a handful of men in town that Adele hasn't tried, that she was the mother of Alan Burdett's daughter Lauren (deceased), and that she'll drag you into her drama if she can.


There are two very distinct sides to Adele. One, is the happy, carefree, laid back person she would like to be all the time. During these times, she is pleasant, eager to please, and generally nice to be around. Her sarcastic wit, and often crude analogies are never meant to be offensive, she delivers each with a well-meaning grin. She tends to tell things like they are, and is blunt as a spoon when it comes to saying what she thinks. Whether that be of someone else, or whatever, her opinion is honest and to the point. She is loyal to the death, and fights with a vengeance when crossed. This is the Adele that her few friends have seen, and these days - isn't seen often.

Adele has a reputation for drama, and can take almost any situation and make it worse. Those she takes a disliking to will be quickly cut down, her need to pretend that she doesn't care for anyone else at all often ends in her proving her lack of consideration in extreme ways. She is free with her affection on the outside, but is careful to never give away her heart... she does not believe in fairytale love, and thinks steady relationships are a waste of precious time.

On occasion, and this happens usually in coincidence with correspondence from home, or the short trips she takes every now and then, the second side of Adele emerges. It is clear at these times, that she trusts no one completely, and is insecure in her place both as a resident of Naragyambie, and a permanent casual relief teacher at Tallygarunga. She may appear to be frightened of shadows, and never speaks about what truly upsets her. Customarily, she covers these problems with alcohol, a habit she is slowly letting go of after the birth of her third child, and first son - Caleb.


Adele is of an average height, thin, and very pale. Her hair, dark blue-black and dead straight, hangs to about halfway down her back, and is generally let loose. Her features are small, and delicate... she's pretty, in an unachievable sort of way. Some sources speculate the use of charms and other magic to maintain her appearance. Her eyes are probably the most interesting feature, being a deep royal blue, probably helped by tinted Muggle contacts.. Adele would rather be dead than caught wearing her glasses. She generally wears blue, and is most often found in Muggle clothing... particularly jeans (no matter what the weather outside). She burns very easily, and prefers small amounts of simple silver jewellery rather than gold. Lately she's taken an interest in personal appearance, and tends to dress up more often than not - she has an expensive sense of style, one that doesn't fit the streets of Narrie - but fits her entirely.


The exact circumstances surrounding Adele's birth are unknown even to her. She grew up in a rather backwards sort of a city, protected by ancient wards that disabled Muggle kind from ever finding the island on which it was situated. Her parents, Kheldere and Ameliana DeVylissea, split up less than a year after her birth, and her father soon remarried. Rumours flew, speculating the reasons for the split. One, was that the girl child did not belong to Kheldere, as it posessed none of his features, but still resembled very closely Ameliana and her siblings.

However, as Kheldere remarried, Ameliana became less close with her daughter, leaving her more often in the care of her nurse and tutor, Lillian.

It became clear very quickly that Adele and her step-mother were never to be friends. Lillian and Bethianna were equal opposites. Bethianna, driven more by revenge and bitterness for an incident long forgotten, lashed out at Adele in hopes to hurt Lillian (who adored the child, a weakness Bethianna did not possess). Lillian protected her, and kept her safe. Within time, Adele learnt to dodge Bethianna's strikes, learning her lessons very quickly.

She was rather close friends with her cousin, Juliette. The two, though opposite in personality (Juliette was the kind to be doted on, and lived for attention) were the best of friends, often sitting out in the rose gardens for hours, and watching the clouds go by. The two were a mere three days apart in birth. On Adele's seventh birthday, they were once again walking through the rose gardens, when Bethianna and her husband (Adele no longer thought of him as her father) took each girl by the hand and dragged them away to a secret place, with the intent to hold the girls until Lillian released important information Bethianna needed. 

Leaving them locked in a room, Kheldere and Bethianna left. By standing on Juliette's shoulders, Adele was able to squeeze out the window, and run for help... promising first to get help for her slightly younger cousin. However, before she could explain the situation, Ameliana silenced her, and took her across the sea to a place where 'Bethianna could not reach her anymore'.

Guilt followed Adele, as she grew up. With her mother, they moved frequently... changing continent and country as often as one changes their shirt. Bit by bit, and through several different schools, Adele gained her education... sometimes in regular magical schools, and often in Muggle schools. Ameliana wished for Adele to be close by, that she might know she was always safe. At age seventeen, Adele felt she needed to break away from her mother, and find something more permanent. She settled in Melbourne, where they were staying at the time, and her mother moved on.

She finished her education at Yarra Academy, graduating as the little-known trouble maker. She had an extreme lack of respect for authority, and her grades were not what they should have been. Crossing the country yet again, she attended the Western Australian University of Magic, and graduated from teachers' college there. She missed Melbourne, however, and crossed back yet again for her first placement as the Librarian at Talsquash Academy of Magic.

Her time there was marked by lectures from Professor Van Helsing, and the sudden appearance of her cousin Juliette, who convinced her to return home. Which she did, for a while, coming back to continue her place at TAM... where she was promoted to take on History of Magic, and later Ancient Runes. 

It was during her days there, that she came across Mereditha Adagathguarde, sitting at Flinders Street Station one afternoon. Mereditha, who had just come in from England, quickly became Adele's closest female friend.. and had coincidentally taken a place at the very same school Adele had graduated from. Adele stood proudly by Meri's side when she married her sweetheart, Adrian Tallenery, a charms professor.

Shortly after Meri's wedding, Adele found herself becoming increasingly more involved with Adrian's brother, David. The two got along well, and became perhaps even closer than Mereditha and Adele. They shared much the same philosophy on love, Adele left her apartment to share one with her best friend, David. However, when Meri's miscarriage left her without a job and feeling depressed, Adele left her place at Talsquash to tend to her friend. It was decided that a change was needed. Adrian and Meri moved north to Queensland to start a-new.

Adele, was starting to realise that the feelings she had for David went beyond friendship with casual benefits. After a ridiculous fight over the location of their next apartment, Adele convinced herself that Dave would never feel for her the way she felt about him. She got in her car and drove on until she ran out of petrol, the car sputtering to a stop just outside of Narragyambie. 

It was there that she found a place at Tallygarunga as a casual relief teacher. Adele was in no condition to teach, heartbreak had her seeking solace in anything alcoholic--she avoided returning to her homeland, and involved herself in unhealthy relationships with other staff members at the school. Though none of them made her feel the way that David had, Adele convinced herself each time that she was in love, and was heartbroken when the relationships fell apart. 

There were no boundaries for Adele at this time, so desperate to fill the void in her life she slept with staff and students alike, seeking comfort from her boss, Alan, from a fellow professor, Keith Anderson, and one of the senior students who would later date her daughter Améa. When she fell pregnant in 2007, Adele herself didn't know who the father was. Sick how Adele was avoiding her motherly duties, Adele's mother Lillian brought Améa to Australia, forcing Adele to take care of the girl.

Desperate then to provide some sort of stable life for her children, Adele began to date Thomas Sollozzo, a man she felt could provide for the family. She allowed him to think that the baby she was having was his, though she couldn't escape her love-hate relationship with Keith Anderson. Thomas turned out to be violent and cruel, Adele, not seeing a way out of her relationship with him, left Améa in the care of a friend and drove her car off a bridge into the lake. Her mother saved her, and granted her a different look so that she could return to Narrie and look after Améa without the danger of Thomas discovering who she was.

The body she used was male, and she caught the attention of gay professor Kellan Miles. She fell for him too, and when the danger was over and she returned to her own body, the pair struggled to deal with their feelings for each other through incompatible bodies. Kellan was there for her during the birth and short life of Lauren, who turned out to be Alan Burdett's child. Kellan finally left her shortly after the birth of their son Caleb, and the turning point of Adele's life… she finally started to take proper care of herself for Caleb's sake. She stopped drinking and kept her relationships to a minimum. She tried to reconcile matters with Améa, realising what a terrible mother she'd been.

Adele became a dedicated mother and hard working employee at Tallygarunga, changing from casual relief teacher to full-time librarian. On an excursion to the park with Caleb, she ran into her former love, David Tallenery, who now also had a child. Adele couldn't hold her feelings back now, and she married David in a quiet civil ceremony.

An odd period of calm and normality occurred then for Adele, where she seemed very settled and content in her marriage to David. But pressure from her family back home (who had not approved her marriage) and her insistence on keeping the whole thing secret from Dave, caused suspicion over time. He suspected she was seeing someone else, and unable to explain the truth, she lied and said she was.

This caused an explosive argument, and the pair are currently on a trial separation.


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