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Fox Bishop
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Post by Fox Bishop on Jul 8, 2015 20:42:42 GMT -8
Fox wasn’t an idiot, he knew that a person like Ivy Lennox doesn’t change over night. Her recent interest in him was beyond out of character, but it also didn’t matter much to him. When a beautiful girl decides to take you to some fancy rich people gala, you don’t ask questions. And when that gala is hosted by broom magnate Michael Quinn, you simply do not say no. Fox had withheld this bit of information from Ivy—the fact that he had received his first broom from Michael Quinn’s charity. He figured that she might be less inclined to go with him if she knew how much it meant to him. Did he feel a little guilty misleading Miss Lennox? Not at all. Fox knew that Ivy was using his overall Muggleness to better her father’s image, he really didn’t owe her any more than half-truths. Still, it was difficult for him to contain his excitement.
It was hard to keep up with Ivy in the shuffle of it all. So many famous faces; some of his favorite athletes, some of his least favorite politicians, old-blood witches and wizards like Ivy and her father who felt obligated to prove their tolerance. Fox even thought he’d spied Michael’s daughter Anya, whose poster he’d had hanging on his bedroom wall since her rookie year. She was his first Quidditch crush, a dream that had evaporated with the rumors of her engagement. She was dead to him now.
At the center of it all was Fox Bishop, a gypsy kid with Muggle parents. The son of a road worker and a dressmaker by hobby. This was Fox’s Cinderella moment, and all he had to do was help a racist pureblood family by pretending that they were not a racist pureblood family. He was going over surprisingly well at the party too—though he could not shake the feeling that all the other racist pureblood families were watching him like a sideshow. It didn’t take long for Fox to discover that some people didn’t think he belonged in the magical world. He was lucky to be coming of age in one of the most magically progressive eras in Great Britain’s long history, but being Muggleborn still had its disadvantages. In his second year, Fox had stumbled upon an old book in the library titled “The Muggle’s Burden,” a four-hundred page thesis on the Muggleborn wizard’s inherent inferiority to those with “pure magic.” None of this was unique to the boy—Fox had also experienced prejudice in the Muggle world. He never quite seemed to belong anywhere, and that was why he was determined to stand out everywhere.
“Here you go,” Fox said as he approached Ivy, a glass of some kind of magic champagne in both hands. He offered one to her and took a gulp of the other, following it up with a face. “Is this really what you people drink? Tastes like owl piss…but it’s like three hundred Galleons a sip though so, best get your money’s worth.” He nodded, proud of himself for thinking like a frugal billionaire. If Fox even had a little bit of money he’d have spent it all by now. “So what’s the plan? You just show me off like a prize hippogriff or are we actually going to have some fun here?”
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Quidditch Chaser & Captain
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Steph
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Post by Ivy Lennox on Jul 8, 2015 22:11:58 GMT -8
Cold to the touch but she's warm as a devil [attr="class","em"]Fox had to be an idiot to think that Ivy had any interest in him. Of course, he had to know that she was using him, right? Right. She was Ivy Lennox, the quintessential pureblood. And Fox was... well, not. But that very quality is what Ivy needed at this moment.
Ever since Clark Lennox lost his first born son, rumors of his involvement with dark magic began to spread throughout the Ministry. Once that reached the ears of reporters, there was no stopping it. Now it was time for damage control, because even though it had been over a year since speculation sprung up, Clark could not seem to shake off the gossip. It was damaging his image and his upcoming political campaign. Though the rumors were once hundred percent true, and the Lennox's still felt the superiority that came with being a pureblood, it had to be swept under the rug and something had to be done fast.
That's when Clark, and his PR team, turned to his sixteen year old daughter. Ivy was the perfect candidate, because no one would suspect a teenager to be in the middle of a PR move. She was tasked with finding a muggleborn wizard to drag along to her father's public events in the summer. In their words it was 'foolproof'. If Clark could convince the public and the press that he was cool with his daughter being involved with a muggleborn, then it would be easier to move on from his son's indiscretions. Not only that, but if he was lucky, he could win a few muggleborn wizards and witches over.
Even at sixteen years of age, Ivy could have told her father that this plan was ridiculous. However, there was a chance that he would turn to her sister, Rose, if Ivy refused. Rose couldn't lie to save her life. So, in order to save her sister the humiliation and because Ivy still understood that no matter how horrible of a person her father might be, he was still her dad, he gave her everything she had. She owed him this much.
Ivy was a completely different person in front of the public; she was radiant, she was smiling. The moment she spotted a camera pointed her way, she had closed the distance between herself and Fox, pulling him closer by the arm and flashed a smile. Inside, she felt absolutely exhausted. How could she keep this up not just tonight, but weeks to come? The moment her left to get her a drink, her eyes scanned the room for any sign of her father. She spotted him talking to Michael Quinn, whose facial expression gave away the fact that he was completely over talking to Clark.
If Ivy was lucky, she wouldn't have to introduce Fox to her father, but she knew it would happen sooner rather than later. Probably when he could get as many cameras pointed at him as possible.
"We're not here to have fun," she answered, not being able to keep the irritation she was feeling from taking over her tone of voice. People were starting to look their way now, as if they'd never laid eyes on a muggleborn before. "Listen, all you have to do is smile and pretend that you enjoy being here."
What exactly was Fox getting out this arrangement? It wasn't completely clear, not even to Ivy. She knew eventually he'd want her to pay up one way or another, but she tried not to think about it. Whatever it was, she'd worry about it when the time came.
She placed the glass he'd given her on the nearest table and nodded for him to follow her. "There are a lot of people here who will want to meet you, so don't embarrass me. Don't answer any questions about my father either, I'll take care of that. Let's start off small, we'll get some practice with the Quidditch players. You'll have one thing in common, at the very least."
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Travis
Fox Bishop
Flourish and Blotts Employee IS OFFLINE
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Post by Fox Bishop on Jul 9, 2015 11:37:04 GMT -8
“We’re not here to have fun,” Ivy’s words were almost sharp enough to cut through Fox, but he could take a beating like a prizefighter. He pitied the girl who was somehow so serious that she could be all business at a party, but it wasn’t anything he didn’t expect. Ivy was one of the most beautiful girls in school, but she was mature beyond her sixteen years. She could turn it on in front of the press, but as soon as the camera was away, she was as cold as ever. Fox favored this disinterested Ivy to the one clinging to his arm when they arrived, but he suspected neither sides were the girl he was trying to get to know. There had to be more hiding beneath that stoic face. “Listen, all you have to do is smile and pretend that you enjoy being here.”
“That won’t be hard as long as you’re with me,” Fox replied. “It’s weird, isn’t it?” he nodded to the crowd in front of them. “It’s like they can smell the Muggle on me.” What was Fox getting out of all of this? Obviously the opportunity to spend time with a girl as alluring as Ivy Lennox. But there was more—there were plenty of Muggleborns and mixed bloods at the party, but few had the “me versus the world” disposition of Fox Bishop. A lot had changed in the magical world since the nineties, but there was still prejudice. Many pureblood families had grown to accept their mixed and Muggle counterparts, but even the most well-meaning purebloods were still prejudice. Fox was a great wizard, and he always felt more like a curiosity than a genuine wizard: a Muggleborn who could hold his own in a duel against the oldest blood. Fox liked being on their home turf, he liked humiliating them, even if they didn’t realize it.
“There are a lot of people here who will want to meet you, so don't embarrass me.”
Fox leaned in close to Ivy, whispering in her ear. Anyone watching might think they were being a normal, flirtatious couple. Ivy made it so easy to mess with her. “I wouldn’t even dream of it.” he whispered and flashed her a playful wink as he leaned back into his own personal space.
“Don't answer any questions about my father either, I'll take care of that. Let's start off small, we'll get some practice with the Quidditch players. You'll have one thing in common, at the very least.”
Fox was so natural in his ability to socialize that you’d hardly suspect that he was raised in a lower class Muggle family. He preferred to talk but knew when to listen, he could suck up but never made anyone feel like he was putting one over them, which he almost always was. It was fitting that he would be named Fox, in a different era he would have been quite the grifter. Ivy couldn’t have known that she’d found the perfect Muggleborn for this job.
“No questions about your father,” he nodded. “If there aren’t anymore rules, Miss Lennox, I’ll gladly follow you wherever you wish to go,” he held his hands out for Ivy to lead the way. “But uh, if you want to introduce me to Anya Quinn…I wouldn’t complain.”
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