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Post by Olivia Moretti on Feb 9, 2024 4:39:29 GMT -8
Setting: Hogs Head Inn. Jan 17, 2024
Olivia was freaking out. With how busy she had been between practice and her matches, she had completely forgotten to replenish her potion supplies - a fact she only realized the day before her cursed week started. The full moon was next week and she needed to start drinking her Wolfsbane potion tomorrow, but alas she had none because she hadn't made the time to get the ingredients or brew it. Panicking, she did the only thing she could think of; she wrote to the Potions professor at Hogwarts. Professor Gauthier was relatively new to Hogwarts, but he had been invaluable during the last years of her schooling. He was kinder and more patient than her previous instructor and Liv had a bit of a soft spot for him. If anyone could help her out, it was him. So, she wrote to him, asking for help. She asked him to meet her at the Hogs Head with a weeks supply of the potion later that evening. Hopefully, he'd be able to tear himself away from the castle in time.
After practice was over, Liv changed quickly in warm clothes and tucked her wand in her pocket before Apparating from just outside the stadium to Hogsmeade village. The dark haired witch landed gracefully on the outskirts and wasted no time in making her way to the dingy inn. She pulled her hood up as she walked, not wishing to be seen entering such an establishment. Olivia was just a rookie, but her creature status was a point of interest for reporters and photographers alike. When had a werewolf ever been brought on to play professionally? She had to be the first.
The door creaked ominously as she pushed it open and stepped inside, greeted with a rush of warm from the blazing fire. Her golden brown eyes scanned the room and came to rest on a familiar head of platinum blonde hair, tucked away in a corner booth. Liv steeled herself and walked straight toward him, ignoring the heads that turned in her direction as she went. Slipping in with ease, she met the wizard's gaze and offered a small smile. "Thank you for meeting me," she told him softly, her hands folding over each other in front of her, elbows propped up on the table. "Did you bring it?"
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Post by Mael Gauthier on Feb 9, 2024 13:12:14 GMT -8
A lot was going on in Mael's life, but when he received Olivia's owl, he willingly put his problems on hold. He hadn't known her very long, but when he'd been informed of her Werewolf status, he'd made it a point to keep Wolfsbane Potion on reserve. Yes, she had been taught how to brew, and yes, she was a Quidditch Player, but the potion was extremely difficult to brew and equally expensive. It never hurt to have some on standby in case of an emergency. This day just happened to be one of those days. Gathering his supplies from his secured stash, Mael hurried over to the Hog's Head.
He ordered himself a drink and waited patiently for the former Hogwarts student to arrive. He'd made sure to find himself a spot in the back to keep from watchful eyes. It wasn't every day a celebrity walked through the doors. It also wasn't every day a werewolf celebrity walked through the door. Mael didn't see the appeal of being in the spotlight in such a fashion. Even if he invented something worthwhile, he'd never want the strain of dealing with the press. He liked a stress free lifestyle.
The young woman with brown eyes slid into the seat in front of him, and Mael offered her a smile. "Anytime," he told her when she thanked him for showing up. It wasn't like he'd have blown her off. He placed a small box on the table and slid it carefully towards her. "Everything you need for the week, plus extra is in there," he told her.
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Wimbourne Wasps Chaser
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Post by Olivia Moretti on Feb 10, 2024 7:18:15 GMT -8
With her inheritance, money wasn't an issue; she could afford the ingredients easily. The potion was extremely difficult to brew and it required a lot of focus that Liv had been lacking as of late. Quidditch had taken over her life and there was an added stress with the pro leagues that she didn't have at Hogwarts. There was more at stake and she had to work harder than ever to sharpen her skills and make sure she's pulling her weight. She could admit she'd been a little distracted as of late. It wasn't anything she couldn't handle, but it was wearing her down a bit. Still, Liv never wanted to go through a full moon without taking Wolfsbane because she couldn't live with herself if she were to hurt someone. It's something that she took more seriously than Quidditch.
Olivia kept her hood up to hide her face from the rest of the patrons, her gaze flickering down to the drink Professor Gauthier had and she wished that she had ordered one of her own. Tomorrow starts the worst week of the month and already she was feeling run down. Her complexion was not as brilliant and there were dark circles starting to form underneath her eyes. Her hair wasn't as shiny as it normally was and her skin was just a touch paler. Liv smiled as she gratefully pulled the box closer to her. She opened it, not because she didn't trust him, but because she needed to see it for herself and the witch breathed a sigh of relief to see such a large stock of Wolfsbane potion prepared for her. Liv closed it and looked back up at the wizard before her. "Thank you so much," she said earnestly. "I really needed this." She picked up the box and set it beside her in the booth. "I should have been keeping a better eye on my stock, but we've had back to back matches and - " she trailed off with another sigh. "Well, it's just been a little difficult." She glanced back down at his drink, her mouth feeling pretty dry. "What are you drinking?"
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Post by Mael Gauthier on Feb 10, 2024 19:27:49 GMT -8
Mael truly didn't mind coming down here to deliver the potion to her. He'd start brewing more once he returned to his home. It would give him a reason to leave the castle. One day he'd teach his seventh years how to brew it, but not for reserve purposes. That was too much of a risk. Mael lived for the risks life had to offer, but not at the expense of those who were already suffering. Werewolves were unfortunately dealt the lesser hand in life. He was happy to see that Olivia was living a full life, not scrounging by on scraps from willing citizens. That was no life to live. Even to this day, he couldn't understand the fear and hatred towards those afflicted by lycanthropy. It wasn't as if they had willingly asked to become victims of a lifelong curse. The world needed a cure.
"It's okay," he told her. "You were distracted. It happens." He was never one to scold on simple mistakes. Sometimes life got busy and important things fell through the cracks. He tilted his head when she admitted that things had been difficult. "As long as I'm here at Hogwarts, there will always be reserves." Maybe that would provide her with one less thing to worry about. "Nothing special. Just a Hog's Head Brew," he told her when she asked about his drink. "Want one? Or do you prefer something else?"
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Post by Olivia Moretti on Feb 10, 2024 20:36:16 GMT -8
With the recent reforms on creature rights, things were starting to look up for werewolves and vampires alike. Though there were many in the Wizarding World who were fighting this change tooth and nail. One Clark Carter made such a fuss when Liv signed with the Wasps, claiming that a beast had no place on the Quidditch pitch. It was hard for Olivia to let go of the hate she endured from those still holding on tightly to their prejudice, but she was determined to show the world she wouldn't break. No matter what they threw her way, she was going to rise above it and make a name for herself and hopefully pave the way for other werewolves. She wasn't waiting around for a cure to be found like her father was. Liv had learned to accept who she is and she knew, deep down, that nothing was going to change it. Nothing would take her back to who she was before.
Olivia was thankful he didn't scold her for not being prepared; she had beaten herself up enough. The witch made a mental note to stock up on her supplies this week. With luck, she could get enough for a few months. He told her that so long as he was at Hogwarts, there will always be some on reserve and Liv felt her body relax and her lips curl into a soft smile. "That's very generous of you. It's definitely appreciated," she told him. She didn't plan on running out again, but it was so nice to know she didn't have to worry about losing control during a full moon. It was her greatest fear. He told her he was just drinking the inn's very own brew and she nodded her approval. "Yeah, I'd love one. I'd order it myself, but..." she gestured to her face with a half-hearted smile before reaching into her pocket and pulling out a handful of sickles. "This should cover it." Olivia didn't really know how much things cost. She was used to spending large amounts of money at a time.
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Post by Mael Gauthier on Feb 11, 2024 13:11:40 GMT -8
Olivia Moretti was the only werewolf that Mael knew, but his views on the afflicted witches and wizards remained the same. They didn't serve the treatment that had been given to them for centuries. He looked her over, really examining her face behind the hood. She looked tired. He mentally killed himself for not adding in a few sleeping draughts. He could always go back to the castle and retrieve some. "Not generous, just proper," the Belgium told her. She shouldn't have to thank him for something like this. It should be offered for free at every Potions shop. Mael took another swig of his drink, thinking back to a time when he'd considered opening a shop himself. Yeah, he would have offered it right off the shelf, free of charge to those who needed it. The expenses would pay for themselves. Mael gave her a dismissive wave when she trailed off her sentence. He understood. His blue-grey eyes looked at the handful of sickles she held out. "I've got it," he mused. He went and retrieved two more drinks, taking a second to chat up the barkeep before returning. He set Olivia's drink in front of her and finished his first drink. "How are you enjoying the Pros," he asked politely.
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Post by Olivia Moretti on Feb 13, 2024 8:08:40 GMT -8
His insistence that keeping Wolfsbane on stock was only proper just made her respect him even more. She knew that she was very fortunate in comparison to other werewolves who didn’t have the means or skill to brew their own batches. Things might be looking up for her kind, but the prejudice against creatures like her was still very much ingrained in the Wizarding World. Many struggled to find a job and housing. Lycamp was the one place where werewolves can find respite and free Wolfsbane, but it was only a summer camp. Olivia thought they should open it year round for the less fortunate werewolves to live. Maybe she’ll bring it up this summer.
Her cheeks burned bright when he said he got it and got up to get their drinks, Liv’s fingers curled around the sickles in her palm as she slowly put them away. She was already indebted to him for brewing and giving her this stock of Wolfsbane potion, she didn’t want to owe him for a drink as well. Maybe she’ll make a donation to Hogwarts to pay for potion supplies as a way of showing her gratitude. She continued to think on it as he chatted with the bartender and walked over with their drinks. Olivia took the mug he offered with a smile. “Thank you,” she told him before raising the glass to her lips for a sip. The brew was smooth and hoppy with just the most subtle sweetness. She let out a satisfied hum as she brought the glass back down to the table.
“How are you enjoying the pros?”
Liv thought on his question for a moment as she drank more on her mead. She loved Quidditch more than anything and under normal circumstances she would’ve eaten up being in the spotlight, but the media seemed less concerned with her playing and more interested with the fact that she was a werewolf. Most of the players on her team were accepting enough, but there were a few she felt animosity from. “When I had to register, I didn’t think I’d ever get an offer,” she started calmly. “So, in a way it’s a dream come true.” The glass pressed against her lips again as she took another swig, a small frown marring her features. “I just wish people would see my skill as a player instead of my creature status. I’m more than just a werewolf.” The witch let out a soft sigh and shrugged. “It certainly could be worse, so I guess I shouldn’t complain.” Her gaze, which had been glued to the table as she spoke, lifted to look upon her former professor’s face, keen on changing the subject. “My brother, Michael… is he doing well?” They didn’t talk, but lately she found herself worrying about him.
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Post by Mael Gauthier on Feb 19, 2024 12:39:29 GMT -8
Mael was the type of person to give the shirt off his back if need be. Keeping Wolfsbane potion or buying a drink for Liv was a small task. It wasn't as if he were doing something illegal for her. Mael had spent a year in Knockturn, and he'd been highly uncomfortable with the illegal activity. "No problem," he told her as she thanked him. He couldn't say that he fully understood her annoyances with being a werewolf, but he was not oblivious to the trials and tribulations she must be facing. Mael couldn't sit still long enough to read a paper cover to cover, but he'd seen her face plastered on the Daily Prophet when she'd been offered a contract with the Wasps. He'd briefly glanced over it, but the spill on werewolf this and that had made him trash the paper. He'd rather eat cardboard. "Congratulations again," he told her. "You deserve it. No, I take that back. You earned it." The Potions Master downed a decent portion of his drink. "You've all rights to complain," he told her with that same casual, yet oddly chipper tone he always had. "If the Wasps hired you, everyone else can either get on board, or they can fly a kite. The masses don't sign your cheques." He gave a small shrug. Mael took a moment to down a little more of his drink, pausing when she asked about Michael. "He's extremely quiet, but his Potions skills are immaculate. He does really well in my class, and I've heard zero complaints about him from the other staff. Not that we gossip about our students," he added with an amused smile.
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Post by Olivia Moretti on Feb 21, 2024 9:33:04 GMT -8
Liv straightened her spine and sat up a little in her seat, her lips curling into a confident smile. She did earn it. Her last years at Hogwarts were spent honing her skills as a chaser and a captain. And while Ravenclaw may have won the cup two years in a row, Slytherin were right behind them in points. The raven-haired witch drank more on her mead and listened as he spoke, her spirits lightening significantly. Yeah, he was right. Liv had spent so much time feeling sorry for herself when, in reality, she wasn't the one with the problem. It was the Wizarding World's insistence on holding on to archaic ideals that were the root of everything she faced. Blood purity and anti-creature bullshit was still rampant amongst many families, though it has certainly gotten better over the past decade. "You're absolutely right," she told him decidedly.
She wasn't exactly sure what she was looking for when she asked about Michael. Was she hoping he was good or was she hoping he was lonely without her? The latter seemed so foolish that she was surprised the thought even crossed her mind. Her dark eyes watched Mael carefully when she brought her brother up, looking for... well, she wasn't sure what she was looking for. He told her he was quiet, but that his skills in Potions were exceptional. Liv nodded along and downed a third of her drink. Her teeth grazed her bottom lip as she thought about what he had said. Michael was always quiet and studious, but Liv didn't know enough about him to know if this meant he was okay or not. She decided to accept that he was doing fine and she offered up a half-hearted smile, an amused huff falling out of her. "I'm sure you don't," she said with a hint of teasing behind her words. She knew of at least one professor who definitely gossiped about his students, but he was of little consequence to the rest. "I'm glad he's doing okay." Part of her felt a little jilted. It hadn't been too long ago that she had sent him a letter reaching out. From what Professor Gauthier said, it seemed like he was unaffected by it. "He was always better at Potions than me. I think the only one I can brew well is Wolfsbane, and that's thanks to you." Their former professor didn't teach her much. It was clear to her that he felt disgusted to be teaching a werewolf. Mael was a breath of fresh air when he took over.
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Post by Mael Gauthier on Feb 29, 2024 2:01:57 GMT -8
He watched a different kind of transformation as her confidence returned. Mael nodded with approval. Liv needed to know that she was worthy of being on the team she'd been signed with. He cared little for the politics that often intruded in on their lives. At the end of the day, people deserved to be treated as people. He would always be the person to build someone up. He knew how devastating it was to have someone try to crush your hopes and dreams. No one deserved that. Everyone deserved a chance to shine. It didn't matter about blood status, names, afflictions, or any of that silly stuff. In his opinion, the brightest people were the underdogs. They often just needed a spark.
If Liv had asked him to keep an eye on Michael, he'd have done just that. If she'd have asked for him to talk to her brother in general, he would have obliged as well. He could only do so much with limited information. He was downing his drink quite happily when she mentioned her brewing abilities and how her brother surpassed her. "Maybe he'll be a progeny," Mael mused. "Or perhaps it's wishful thinking on my part." It would have been great to take a deep dive into Potions with someone who had a genuine interest in the subject. "I've seen your Wolfsbane potion, well is an understatement." He sat back in his seat. "I think you'd have been just as successful with brewing had I had a bit more time with you," he said thoughtfully.
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Wimbourne Wasps Chaser
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Post by Olivia Moretti on Mar 9, 2024 2:34:04 GMT -8
Olivia's life had been quite the whirlwind these past few years, but she wasn't even close to giving up. She had her dream job, an elegant flat all to herself, and she had friends and people in her corner. Sure, her relationship with her family left much to be desired and she got more and more hate mail with each passing day, but these were just problems. Problems that could be dealt with. Liv didn't need to worry about what everyone else thought of her.
"Maybe he will," she said with a hopeful lilt. Her brother was more clever than she could ever hope to be. If there was anyone who could make the Moretti family proud, it was him. Olivia wanted to ask him to keep an eye on her brother for her, but she didn't know if that would be overstepping. She didn't think Michael wanted anything to do with her due to the fact that he had stopped talking to her entirely when she went through her transformation. Professor Gauthier complimented her skill at brewing Wolfsbane potion and a confident smile spread across her lips. Olivia was never great at potions, mainly because she was too busy focusing on Quidditch to put the effort into it, but Wolfsbane was her lifeline and the only way to maintain control on the full moons, so she poured herself into learning that particular potion. "Thanks," she said, still beaming. "If I wasn't so involved with Quidditch I might have. I've been brewing other potions in what little free time I have." It wasn't often that she got the time, but when she was home she was home alone. There wasn't much for her to do but brew.
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Post by Mael Gauthier on Mar 20, 2024 14:47:23 GMT -8
Mael's eyes lit up a bit. If Olivia was hopeful, could he not share that same enthusiasm? He wasn't sure how to go about it though. Should he wait for Michael to approach him, or should he outright ask the boy if he was interested in something other than basic potions? He was excited at the prospect of sharing all of the knowledge he had obtained on potions. Mael didn't believe in the old saying, curiosity killed the cat. He was curious by nature, hence all the trouble he'd gotten into as a child. It wasn't the type of trouble that had landed him in something so extreme as detention. No, he was curious in the sort of way that resulted in unfortunate and yet oddly interesting events. "You found your calling in Quidditch. I won't fault you for it," he told her with that same kindness he'd maintained since day one. Mael didn't have it in him to be ugly to be. Kindness went a long way, even when you least expected it. "Might I inquire as to what you've been brewing," he asked.
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Post by Olivia Moretti on Mar 23, 2024 10:13:19 GMT -8
It was one of her greatest hopes that Michael would do well with his life, that he'd get what he wanted. The Moretti children might have never been close, but he was still her brother and she still cared about him. She was just unsure if he felt the same way. Professor Gauthier seemed brightened by the idea that Michael might become a potions progeny. She imagined it would be nice to guide someone so gifted in their craft. Olivia knew what that felt like, having experienced something like it when she was Captain of the Quidditch team. Noah was her Keeper and he ended up on the Chudley Cannons. They recently pulled him off the sidelines and put him in the game so she was excited to see how well he would do.
She smiled at her former teacher and brought her mead to her lips for a decent sip, letting the flavors dance along her tongue, the liquid sliding down her throat as he asked about what potions she had been brewing. Liv set her mug down and wrapped her delicate hands around it. "Just your common potions. I rely on a Pepperup potion more times than I care to admit and I keep some Wiggenweld in my flat. Doxycide, stuff like that." The more she brewed, the easier it was for her. Wolfsbane was by far her best potion and that's because she worked hard to get good at it. Two years of brewing it every week gave her plenty of practice and Olivia was meticulous with her brewing. Wolfsbane was a potion she couldn't afford to screw up. She never wanted to go through a full moon without her mind.
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Post by Mael Gauthier on Mar 25, 2024 14:35:50 GMT -8
Mael nodded as she named off her potions. Simple potions, but everything had its uses. He supplied the Healer with plenty of Pepperup potion and a myriad of other things. He enjoyed brewing, be it big or small. He did feel inclined to be a smidge concerned when she admitted that relied on the pepperup potions. It was hard for him not to remind her to take care of herself. If she had still been his student, he'd have said just that. As it was, she was an adult and probably didn't want him telling her what to do. He was working on the whole boundaries thing. It was a slow process, but any progress was better than none. "Well, if you ever want something new to brew, I have an arsenal of new finds," he told her with a whimsical smile. "It's good that you're refining your skills."
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