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Rated M for some language and abuse (The latter only in this post)
1…2…3...damp ceiling... crumbling stone...4… damp ceiling... crumbling stone…
Devlin wasn’t a ‘physical’ person. He rarely ran unless someone was chasing him and he didn’t play sports, he bet on them. Though few people looked far enough past his smarmy, happy-go-lucky exterior to see the quality of the brain within, Devlin was indeed a Ravenclaw at heart. He preferred to be challenged mentally than physically and had always wondered why the prisoners in movies were always portrayed as exercising rather than doing something more mentally stimulating to pass their days.
So why, you might ask, was he currently topless and doing sit-ups on the cold and damp floor of his tiny cell?
The answer was simple enough: He had been tricked. Specifically, he had been tricked by muggle media into believing that jail wasn’t all that bad. Muggle jails had libraries, gyms, cable TV and Internet access, as well as sport leagues and schooling. Sure there was the threat of beatings, gangs and all sort of unsavory things, as was apt to happen when you got a bunch of ne'er-do-wells in a confined space, but someone guilty of a relatively minor crime like himself could expect a fairly easy couple of months. Thanks to this extremely misguided belief, Devlin had been in for a nasty surprise when he was sent to Azkaban.
Muggles were more progressive than wizards in many areas, in clothing, technology, racism, but especially in their prisons. Azkaban was more medieval torture dungeon than maximum security penitentiary, and the fact that magic kept the prisoners at bay made escape look mockingly easy while being literally impossible. Here there were no amenities, not even the basic ones like decent nutrition and clean clothes, let alone things like books and television. Aside from the letters he occasionally got from his family and friends, Devlin had nothing to mentally stimulate him. He might have written a book but paper was another novelty that was rare and he kept it for writing letters.
So this being said, after a couple of months in Azkaban, Devlin found himself resorting to anything that passed the time and incited even the tiniest rush of adrenaline and/or endorphins. Thus, sit-ups and push-ups had become his new source of entertainment. It became his day to day. Wake up, eat, exercise, eat, write letter, exercise, eat, exercise, sleep... day after day. Four more months of this and he would be solid muscle and probably a bit insane. He supposed that was better than the other possible alternative. He could have found God.
10... ceiling... stone...11... ceiling... stone... 12... ceiling... stone... 13...
This thought droned through his head until it became a mantra and Devlin found himself drifting into a trance of sorts, where the pain from the exercise disappeared and left only the euphoria. Maybe he would hit number 20 today. A new personal best.
17... ceiling... stone...18... ceiling... stone... 19... ceiling... sto—CLANK CLANK THUNK
His trance was shattered by the sound of his cell door sliding open, a rare sound this time of day. Though the drizzly winter sky gave little to go on, he was sure that it wasn’t time for another meal quite yet. Pausing, Devlin settled into a seated position and eyed the guard at the door. The guard, who Devlin refused to call by name out of spite since they didn't offer him the same in return, sneered down at Devlin. It was clear he thought that the filthy floor, down there with the rest of the vermin, was the best place for him.
“Good Morning! How may I help you?” Devlin replied to the sneer with an ingratiating grin. He had always been the type to hide bad emotions behind a veil of light-hearted, sometimes snarky, humor and had quickly learned that acting cheery about the abuse really pissed the guards off. Sure, sometimes that meant he got a good beating in response, but he found he actually, kind of… enjoyed the adrenaline rush it brought. It made him feel alive. Besides, after the torture Kingstreet ordered for him, the guards beatings felt like a tickle party.
“Piss off and stand up, Prisoner.” The guard snarled and Devlin felt a giddy little snicker in his belly.
“Wait… do you want me to piss off or stand up… Because I don’t think I can do both in such a little room…” Devlin replied innocently as his eyes flicked towards the wand hanging from the mans belt. He hadn’t taken it yet, so Devlin figured he had a few more good ribs before the abuse started.
“Listen you little shit. Get up and shut up before I hex your mouth shut.“ the guards ears were a bit pink now, but he still didn’t draw his wand. Devlin suspected that he kind of liked this banter they had going. Either that or he wanted Dev to push him to a point where he snapped, so he had a legitimate reason to beat him senseless. Against his better instincts, Devlin continued.
“Wait, are you threatening me or flirting with me? If its the latter, don't you think it's a bit early for that? I mean… at least wine and dine me first.” Devlin grinned as he stood and went over to a small stone basin imbedded in the wall. There he splashed some brownish water on his underarms and dried them rather ineffectively with a small, somewhat crusty towel. He glanced towards his captor, adding cheekily “Oooh or a show. I love shows. I hear Cats is good…”
“The fuck is Ca—“ The guard, who was apparently not a muggleborn, caught himself and snapped back “I mean, shut up and get dressed. You have a visitor.”
This caught Devlin by surprise and he suddenly sobered up. “Visitor? Who?” He asked, his grin faltering a bit. Visitors were few and far between, and not always pleasant. Especially those in crimson robes.
The guard noticed this and his own frown of irritation turned into a wicked grin “Don’t know. She’s pretty fit though. Maybe I should go and chat her up, yeah? Since you don’t seem to be in any rush…”
Devlin didn’t need to be told more. There were only three or four people that would visit him and only two were female, and as much as he despised the guy, Devlin didn’t think the guard was creepy enough to refer to his 11 year old sister as ‘fit’. That meant only one possibility: Maeve. The mere suggestion of the idea of seeing her filled him with so much joy that Devlin found himself back at the basin, splashing water all over himself in hopes that he could clean up at least a little bit better.
It didn’t, however, keep him from throwing one last bard his captors way, “No need, I’ll go.” He said, somewhat muffled by the pulling of what could only loosely be called a ‘shirt’ over his head. “Besides…” He smirked as he ran a hand through his thick, wild waves in a failed attempt to tame them. “You will need a lot bigger wand than that to impress her…”
He probably should have left that bit off. Apparently, suggesting a deficiency in a man’s ‘wand’ size was the trigger the guard needed to finally draw his and draw he did. Before Devlin knew it, he was thrown back into his bunk by a blast of cold water that soaked him to the skin and chilled him to the bone. “Missed a spot…” The guard leered as Devlin glared at him from behind his dripping mop of hair.
“Yeah. Thanks.” Devlin tried not to let his fury, and more importantly, his shivering, show as he stood and slicked his hair back. “Now I smell much better, thanks mate.” He retorted, his smile much more strained as he stomped past the guard, wringing out his shirt and leaving a trail of grimy, icy water in his wake.
As they neared the green curtained room, Devlin’s anger faded and he felt his heart racing for another, very different, reason. Behind those crackling green pain curtains was the one person he had longed to see the most these last couple of months. He knew he couldn’t touch her or kiss her or even smell her soft perfume, but at least he could see her face and hear her voice. That alone was more than enough.
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 | Fact List |
- His name means "Son of the Unlucky Dissenter". His first name was randomly chosen by his mother, while his middle name came from a muggle movie by the same name.
Since his mother is a muggle and his father is a squib (and therefore no more then a muggle) Devlin is the ONLY one who possess magical abilities out of the six Matthews siblings. It is a source of strife with all of his siblings minus his sister Lucille, who worships him. He secretly wonders if he is really related to Douglas and often dreams that he isn't his father.
Devlin has heavier and darker features then his siblings and has often prayed that he is adopted. His mother always claimed that this was because he got a recessive gene from his Spanish side. Whether or not this is true remains to be seen.
Generally goes by the Nickname "Dev", but has been called "Maverick", "Lucky" and "Jack Spade". He uses the last one to disguise himself when doing dirty deeds.
Despite not being truly catholic, it was Devlin's mothers dying wish that he go through confirmation. Despite his lack of faith, he did it anyways, just to honor her. His confirmation name is Raymond, after Raymond of Peñafort, the patron saint of Lawyers (since at the time, he was considering Law as his future career)
He is extremely superstitious. He starts the day by always stepping on his right foot, knocks on wood almost unconsciously, hates black cats and avoids the number 13 at all costs.
His prized possession is a poker chip on a leather strap that he received from the mob boss that took an interest in him when he was younger. He kisses it when he wants good luck.
Despite not being religious, Dev crosses himself like a catholic before tests or when he fears he is in trouble. He also wears a silver necklace with a charm representing St. Christopher that his mother gave him.
He learned how to transform into an Animagus over the summer between his 5th and 6th years. His animagus form is a brown and white Rex Dumbo Rat.
When Devlin really thinks something is hilarious he will laugh so hard that he can't breath. People tend to think he is having a fit because he gets really red in the face, shakes violently, and gasps for air. These laughs are usually silent.
His Patronus is a Coyote. It stands for Prankster, insight, playful. Also clowning and humor, perhaps sarcastic.
His biggest fear is feeling out of control or closed in. This leads to most of his issues, including the inability to commit, problems with authority, claustrophobia and the inability to see girls cry. His Boggart is being Buried Alive because of this.
He cannot deal with girls crying. His mother used to cry a lot at night about their financial situation, and Devlin always felt bad for not being able to make things better, so he feels helpless when it happens.
His Amortencia is Lotus Flowers, Freshly Minted Money and Cinnamon Rolls.
He can speak Spanish fluently.
Even though he is pretty short, at 5'9", he has huge feet. They are about a size 12 1/2 (Probably more like 13, but he would rather have the wrong size shoes then admit it).
There is the phrase "La Muerte no Puede Terminar el Amor 1967-2005" tattooed over his heart, curved to the contour his pectoral muscle. It means "Death cannot end love" and has his mothers birth and death dates. His brother Luke did it by hand after his mother died.
His best subjects are Divination and Muggle Studies because they are "Easy O" classes.
He is actually very intelligent and has a nearly perfect memory, which allows him to get E's and O's on every test. It keeps him from failing classes all together.
There are two things his mother insisted on that he can't admit to people, and that is the fact that he can play piano and ballroom dance (He is a master at neither, but does well enough to be considered intermediate)
His mouth is almost always busy. If he isn't talking, he is generally chewing on something. He carries toothpicks and gum for this reason. His worst habit is chewing on the tip of his wand, which he has to repair every night. His nails are always bitten down to the quick as well.
He runs his hands through his hair when nervous, cracks his knuckles when bored, and scratches his chin when in thought.
He loves Card and Board games, especially wizard poker.
Surprisingly, Devlin neither drinks nor smokes. He doesn't like the idea of losing control or being addicted to something. However, ironically, it could be said he is addicted to gambling and a pathological liar (Not clinically diagnosed)
He loves Criminal Psychology and Real Crime books. As well as fictional Mystery novels and Ghost Stories.
Aside from being a Mafia Boss, Devlin's only other career aspiration is to be a Lawyer, most likely because he can get his criminal friends out of trouble.
He is decent at counting cards, but hasn't perfected it yet.
He never learned how to ride a bike or a drive a car although he knows how to skate pretty well, using a skateboard to get around when he can't use a broom.
His favorite colors are Blue and White, since they are the luckiest colors. But he also enjoys Blacks, Greens and Silvers.
He is a fairly capable Keeper, but doesn't play Quidditch because he prefers running the betting matches and watching.
His favorite Quidditch Team is the Falmouth Falcons.
He loves classic Wrock and Jazz, and a little classical music (Again, he won't admit it)
He suffers from Insomnia at night, which helps when doing other peoples homework, but makes it so that he generally doesn't go to sleep until morning and ends up sleeping in late or falling asleep during class.
His greatest weakness is Girls. He loves the ladies, different ones for different reasons. Smart and Strong girls hold his respect, like his Mentor Theodora Kingstreet, but he generally won't pursue them romantically either because he feels they are out of his league or because he doesn't want them to control him. He likes to date dumb and pretty girls because they are usually easy to manipulate and don't try to control him. But when it comes to love, he won't admit it, but he likes the innocent and sweet type. They remind him of his mother, who he loved dearly. He doesn't pursue them because he fears falling in love and committing.
He is deathly allergic to shellfish. This is a horrible ailment to him because as someone who desperately wants good luck, he would be very interested in downing regular vials of Felix Felicis, but cannot touch the stuff because one of the main ingredients is Mackled Malaclaw, which is basically a magical lobster.
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Correspondence / Re: Letters to Devlin
July 04, 2013, 11:41:12 PM
Luce,
Calm down Lulu. First off, you have just lived through something far harsher then their attempts at pity and those that search to humiliate you only do so because they are jealous the attention is not focused on them. Just keep your head held high and remain strong. It's going to be rough for a while. Promise me you will try to keep your temper in control and beat them in other ways than physically. I understand the urge but we don't need both of the Matthews siblings expelled from school. It will validate all the horrible things they say about us as is.
When you are mad, write to me. You need an outlet and I could use the companionship. Draw me pictures if you have to.
As for the Mafia. Yeah, to some we did a lot of good/fun things but I am not so sure with the new group. From what I am hearing, the new head has some ideas that are going to land her, and anyone associated with her, in here with me. If you must do business with them, do it with the second in command. For obvious reasons I can't give you his name, but asking around will make it clear enough. Just tell him you are my sister and he should watch over you.
Although, I would rather you send me your homework. I mean seriously, what the hell else do I have to do in here? This isn't muggle prison. We don't get books to read or iron to press or any of that shite. I'm lucky they even let me write to you. So, please, don't put yourself in trouble just to uphold some image of toughness. We need each other right now more than ever. I'm only ever going to say this once: I need you, Lucy. I need you to be strong so I can be strong. I don't have a lot to keep me going in here. Aside from Maeve and Knox, you are the only family I have left. Keep that in mind.
Remember, you are a Matthews. We may be idiots and screw-ups, but we always keep going no matter what life throws at us.
I love you kid
Dev.
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Correspondence / Re: Letters to Devlin
July 02, 2013, 02:17:52 AM
Devlin Matthews
Prisoner nX906
Azkaban PrisonLucy Matthews
Gryffindor Common Room
Hogwarts Castle
Scotland
The paper is wrinkled, as though the writer thought about crumbling it up and throwing it away, and there are a few tear stains hastily wiped away, leaving smudged ink here and there. Aside from that, the writing is neat and thoughtful, obviously written slowly as though savoring every word.
Luce,
I'm so happy to hear from you. Being locked up in here, away from the world, is bad enough, but nothing compares to not being able to be there for you right now. I'm so sorry you had to go through all of this. It's all my fault and I am atoning for it now. I should have known, after all we have been through, that getting in this deep would end like this but I guess I was too stupid to see the truth. Now I have been tortured, watched a man die and had the people most important to me put in harms way. 6 months may be enough time to make up for my crimes, but no where near enough to make up for my stupidity. Please forgive your idiot brother Lucy.
I wish I could tell you that the nightmares will stop soon, but I can't. Every time I close my eyes, I see that bitch that scarred me laughing at me... The dreams don't fade any more than the scars do. But I can tell you that he is dead. I saw the life drain from his eyes. One day they will tell you in Defense class that there is no coming back from a killing curse. He can't hurt you anymore. However, you might ask a professor about a sleeping draft just in case. Insomnia runs in our family and the dreams can't be helping.
Friends wise, I can't help you much there. I burned most of my bridges when I was expelled and the ones I didn't burn are not the sort of bridges that I want you to cross, if you know what I mean. Try the Hufflepuffs. They are generally more accepting and loyal to almost a pitiful degree, but that is what you need in a friend. Not that I am saying that the other houses are bad, but you need to find a good, trustworthy friend first and foremost, before you delve into the smart and sly ones. Or the brave ones. Regardless of lore, Gryffindor has its share of foolhardy troublemakers. As for their thoughts on what happened, they will learn soon enough. Unfortunately, the papers will not keep this event under wraps. All I can say is that you should enjoy the anonymity now because when they do find out, you won't be left alone and some of those that will approach you won't be true friends.
I know its hard, but try not beating people up to test them. I know it has worked in the past but the ability to take a punch does not equal loyalty or honesty.
As for your classes. You are welcome to mail me your homework for review, provided it is at least a couple days before it is due (To allow for Owl flight time). I was a Ravenclaw after all, so I can at least help with that. You will get better though. You are still in shock after such a horrible ordeal and the teachers should know it well. It might take a bit, but once things calm down you will be able to focus better. No one, at least not those of us who matter, will judge you over something as silly as grades.
A tip: Don't ever say you 'can't'. You are my sister, that means you have at least some of my brains
. It will come to you, you just have to let it. Saying you can't or won't means that you won't be able to accept it when it does happen, so don't screw yourself over like that.Promise me though that you won't approach the group called "The Mafia" for help. You probably don't know this (Or maybe you do, considering recent events) but I used to run the group when I was in Hoggies. They will promise you good grades, but I don't trust them and neither should you. They are not the same as when I was in it and I fear that things aren't going to go well under the new leadership.
Don't do anything silly. I'm the idiot in the family, not you. If you really need help, ask a Ravenclaw. Most of them are gits that don't like to share their knowledge but there are a few that will help you. Just try to endear any snooty, know-it-all behavior. Painful, I know, but worth it in the end.
I know I sound like a total prat and a nosy older brother, but I guess that its time I started to be one. I know you can't go back to the Muggle world now because I know you lied. Douglas would never have allowed you to come and if you go back to him now, there is no telling what he will do. So don't go back. Promise me.
Knox will care for you. He might be a bit rough, but he is at least trustworthy and I think he really adores you. Maeve will also be there for you. In fact, please try to meet with or write to her. I am sure my incarceration had a deep impact on her as well and she could probably use someone to talk to that feels the same. She might even take you shopping because we all know how much you love that.
Only 6 months, Luce, so mark your calendar. I will be out in time to celebrate the holidays with you. This time, you are going to have a real Christmas. I promise.
I love you kid
Dev
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Correspondence / Re: [February 11th -]Jack Of All Trades [Devlin]
July 01, 2013, 02:26:26 AM
Devlin Matthews
Prisoner nX906
Azkaban PrisonAnthony Hoult
Slytherin Common Room
Hogwarts Castle
Scotland
Hoult,
You're right. I have been an ass. I don't do apologies, but even I will admit when I was wrong. I'll try to be more receptive to your 'camaraderie' in the future, so please don't give up on me.
How have things been at school? I hope a little less dangerous now that I am gone. Or is that less interesting? Either way, I hope things are well.
Do keep writing, I need to hear normal stuff less I go insane staring at these damn walls.
Dev.
Tony,
Bloody hell, Bagnold? Thats the new head? How the hell did that happen?? I suppose this is what I get for leaving the Mafia in Alex's hands to pass down. He never could say no to a pretty face. Can't be too mad at him though. With his mum missing, he has probably been out of sorts. Or partying like a maniac. They had one of those relationships.
You are going to have to be strong and sly, mate. Girls like Bagnold are dangerous. You seem to have a good handle on the situation though. Keep in the background, gather contacts and prepare a good alibi if she gets in too deep. I made sure my own lieutenants were safe when I was caught, but I can't say she will do the same. It's probably a good idea to get some blackmail fodder on her too. You never know when you will need it.
Honestly, I don't know how much help I can give you from here. I don't wield any sort of power anymore, especially in Hogwarts, and frankly, I'm glad. This whole mess has pretty much ruined any desire I had had for the game. Now, I just want to live peacefully and not get tortured or watch my loved ones get kidnapped. Speaking of which, Please keep an eye out on Lucy. She's a good kid but she is related to me, so I know trouble will follow her. That and I am worried about her mental state. Being kidnapped can't have been good for her.
I'm keeping the letter short today. The guards are getting suspicious about the amount of blank space I am leaving, as well as why I seem to keep writing to someone I apparently don't like (Didn't intend the cover letter to go that direction, but one must play along in these situations).
Keep Safe,
Dev
PS: I do deserve a good hexing, but take it from me that I have gotten more than punished for being caught. Keep the hexes limited to painless if all possible. I don't need any more scars.
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Correspondence / Re: [February 11th -]Jack Of All Trades [Devlin]
June 18, 2013, 08:06:15 PM
Devlin Matthews
Prisoner nX906[1]
Azkaban PrisonAnthony Hoult
Slytherin Common Room
Hogwarts Castle
Scotland
1. Horrible I know... pretend it is runes
Hoult,
Mate, its great to hear from you but if you call me Jack Spade again, I will send you a howler with all your dirty little secrets. That world isn't mine any more so don't expect any help from me. And yes, the guards read the letters. Try not to get more time tacked onto my already long sentence. There are some dead scary blokes here, so I don't need the help to stay.
Devlin Matthews
As it is being read, a special spell on the letter reacts to Tony's touch and slowly warms as a faint, tightly packed scrawl appears between the lines and on the unused portion of the letter. It is the same spell used by the former Mafia to write notes to its members and only reacts to their touch. It reads:
Tony,
Sorry for being such an arse in the letter above but I really can't risk the extra time. The guards are pretty dim but they treat me well enough (And yeah, thank merlin that Dementors no longer run the place. I can't even imagine). Unfortunately, being known as a ministry snitch and a 'favorite' of the guards isn't winning me many points amoung the prisoners. The whole "Scary blokes" thing isn't far off. I'll be lucky to be alive after 6 months or at least in possession of all my body parts.
But I digress. As for mailing me, just use the same spell we used back in the day to send messages to each other. Just put whatever mundane gibberish you want for the visible bit, as long as it isn't so outlandish that the guards notice. I look forward to hearing how everyone is doing. I don't dare ask my sister or father because neither of them would agree to subterfuge. That being said, you scratch my back and I'll scratch yours.
I suppose congratulations are in order with you climbing up the ranks, though I am surprised to hear that you are only second in command. Whose the woman? I'm not particularly against a woman leading the group but there is only one crazy enough to take it on and if it is her, you have your work cut out for you. Whomever it is, keep them in line. The Mafia isn't about hurting people, its about making money as smoothly as possible, so don't let some crazy bird screw it up.
As for advice...I guess the best bit is to accumulate some good contacts. A good one at school is Kari Strong[2]. She is a 4th year in your house, if you don't already know her. Sharp as a tack and spins a brilliant lie. Aside from the fact that she will be an excellent customer and will bring you business, her father is a lawyer. He managed to help me get my sentence cut in half, so he is worth his salt. She can be a bit of a brat and headstrong, but she has money and is willing to spend it for the grades. Tell her I sent you.
I'll also try to get you a potion masters address that I worked with back in the day, though she might be wary considering my current situation. If you do end up using her, be respectful or I swear to god they will have to actually lock me up for murder. A potion master of her caliber is irreplaceable, so she is worth her weight in gold, understand?
That being said, there is only one other piece of advice that I have for you. Don't be stupid. I'm dead serious, don't get caught up in the real crime. Keep it petty and keep it in Hogwarts. You are young enough that you will get off with a slap on the hand and some detention, but if you screw up like I did, you will end up like me. I don't want to see that happen to anyone else. I mean... They broke my wand in front of me, mate. In front of my very eyes, just snapped the damn thing like it was a twig. I felt like they broke every bone in my body and quite honestly, I kinda wish they had instead. Six months may not be long, but I have no idea what the hell I am going to do afterwards.
So yeah, don't be like me.
Also, I was serious about not calling me Jack, Jack Spade or Jackie boy. Just...don't.
~ Dev
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Devlin Matthews / Career Change: Devlin Matthews
June 08, 2013, 11:15:04 PM
Career Change
Character Name: Devlin Matthews
Character Biography: http://absitomen.com/index.php?topic=129.0
Previous Job/Position: Calaveras Bartender, Criminal, Ministry Spy
Position Applying For: Azkaban Convict
Why have you chosen to change careers?:
Although I didn't completely play it out, for various reasons, Devlin has landed himself in Azkaban for a short time.
After his sister was rescued, Marc was killed and Kingstreet was arrested, Devlin finally fully disclosed exactly how much of an accomplice he was to Kingstreet during the Memorial Day Murders. He made a deal with the Ministry for a shorter sentence if he gave testament at her trial. Now he has been sent to Azkaban for 6 mons as an accomplice. (He would have gotten more but 1. he made a deal and 2. he wasn't aware of Kingstreets plan so was more of an unwitting accomplice to the actual murders.)
Elaborate on your expertise in this new field:
Luckily for him, none. The worst he has gotten has been detention and perhaps a stint or two as an ASBO back in the day. Nothing major.
Describe your new job and how you go about doing it:
Being locked in a dreary, dirty room and left to think about his crimes.
OH, also, I would like Devlin and Jack to trade places, with Dev becoming a secondary and Jack a Primary ^^
Character Name: Devlin Matthews
Character Biography: http://absitomen.com/index.php?topic=129.0
Previous Job/Position: Calaveras Bartender, Criminal, Ministry Spy
Position Applying For: Azkaban Convict
Why have you chosen to change careers?:
Although I didn't completely play it out, for various reasons, Devlin has landed himself in Azkaban for a short time.
After his sister was rescued, Marc was killed and Kingstreet was arrested, Devlin finally fully disclosed exactly how much of an accomplice he was to Kingstreet during the Memorial Day Murders. He made a deal with the Ministry for a shorter sentence if he gave testament at her trial. Now he has been sent to Azkaban for 6 mons as an accomplice. (He would have gotten more but 1. he made a deal and 2. he wasn't aware of Kingstreets plan so was more of an unwitting accomplice to the actual murders.)
Elaborate on your expertise in this new field:
Luckily for him, none. The worst he has gotten has been detention and perhaps a stint or two as an ASBO back in the day. Nothing major.
Describe your new job and how you go about doing it:
Being locked in a dreary, dirty room and left to think about his crimes.
OH, also, I would like Devlin and Jack to trade places, with Dev becoming a secondary and Jack a Primary ^^
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Entrance Courtyard / Re: [Dec. 13th] You Never Know What You Have to Lose, Until It is Taken (Closed)
February 03, 2013, 11:50:36 PM
At the name "Leo", Devlin's heart seized up, at "Cleo", it begin to sink and by the time the healer uttered "Theo", he was frozen to his chair, heart drowning in the pit of his stomach. He stared at Jason, numb, as his brain tried to process the horrible sounds assaulting his ears into anything else but the truth. Never had he been so devestated for being proven right. Kingstreet had Lucy. Oh Merlin... Kingstreet had Lucy. The woman who had him nearly tortured to death for a simple mistake had his favorite, and only, baby sister in her clutches. He would have prefered she had Dragon Pox, honestly. It would mean less pain in the end.
"... I see." He said finally, his eyes still locked on a distant spot over Jason's shoulder. He wanted to scream and shout and shake the man for letting Lucy be taken by her so easily, but he knew that Kingstreet would have had impeccable paperwork and polyjuice, so he couldn't really be mad at them handing her over. Instead, he had to focus all his attention on her and her alone. She obviously wanted him to go to her quietly, why else would she go through all this trouble? Fun? Actually, that sounds exactly like something she would do for fun, but Devlin knew that it had an underlying message. Come quietly, no fuzz and she won't get hurt.
Devlin's eyes found Jason again and he gave him a pathetic attempt at a smile "Thank you. I will owl her immediately" He said, the wind sucked from his sails as he attempted to stand without shaking. He couldn't let anyone know, at least anyone who would call the aurors, so he had to be strong or at least appear so. Nodding, more out of habit than politeness, Devlin turned away with a "Um... Good day then..." and left the room rather quickly.
((For the sake of time, I am just going to post Marc's bit here))
"You're welcome!" Marc called after the boy, barely able to conceal the smirk in his voice. As soon as the heavy door swung shut, he slapped the desk and let out the whoop of laughter he had been barely containing in the entire time. "What an arse." He snorted, wiping a tear from his eye, chortling a bit more to himself before heaving a satisfied sigh. Then he took a piece of St. Mungos parchment from Jason's desk and penned a short letter to his boss, signing it with a flourish.
"... I see." He said finally, his eyes still locked on a distant spot over Jason's shoulder. He wanted to scream and shout and shake the man for letting Lucy be taken by her so easily, but he knew that Kingstreet would have had impeccable paperwork and polyjuice, so he couldn't really be mad at them handing her over. Instead, he had to focus all his attention on her and her alone. She obviously wanted him to go to her quietly, why else would she go through all this trouble? Fun? Actually, that sounds exactly like something she would do for fun, but Devlin knew that it had an underlying message. Come quietly, no fuzz and she won't get hurt.
Devlin's eyes found Jason again and he gave him a pathetic attempt at a smile "Thank you. I will owl her immediately" He said, the wind sucked from his sails as he attempted to stand without shaking. He couldn't let anyone know, at least anyone who would call the aurors, so he had to be strong or at least appear so. Nodding, more out of habit than politeness, Devlin turned away with a "Um... Good day then..." and left the room rather quickly.
((For the sake of time, I am just going to post Marc's bit here))
"You're welcome!" Marc called after the boy, barely able to conceal the smirk in his voice. As soon as the heavy door swung shut, he slapped the desk and let out the whoop of laughter he had been barely containing in the entire time. "What an arse." He snorted, wiping a tear from his eye, chortling a bit more to himself before heaving a satisfied sigh. Then he took a piece of St. Mungos parchment from Jason's desk and penned a short letter to his boss, signing it with a flourish.
K,Your favorite nephew is on his way. Best to get the guest room in order.M
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Entrance Courtyard / Re: [Dec. 13th] You Never Know What You Have to Lose, Until It is Taken (Closed)
February 03, 2013, 10:43:46 PM
Devlin wasn't sure what he was expecting to be behind the door. Words like "Healer" brought up images of stern looking men in well pressed robes, bearing down on you with cold, logical eyes and a potion that smelt like death. "Creature Injuries" brought up an entirely different image of a wild haired mountain man with a wooden leg and one good eye, parlaying his decades of experience wrangling deadly magical creatures into one helping those who suffered the same wounds. Perhaps if Devlin's head had not been so fogged with worry, he would have imagined the man a conglomeration of the two and would have found himself surprised when the door swung open to reveal a normal looking and, despite the receding hairline, rather youthful man.
There was also a chance that, had he not been so worried, he might have noted that there was something not quite right with the man. It was small, almost undetectable, but there was something off about him. Maybe it was the way his eyes sparkled with malevolent glee or the way he held his shoulders like a man caught in a perpetual draft, but he didn't seem to fit his body. It hung on him like an ill fitting blouse.
However, Devlin was not himself at the moment. He gave little regard to the strangeness of the man before him, in fact, he gave little regard to much of anything. Instead, he stood at the edge of the mans stately desk, arms folded to appear more confident than he actually felt, and waited for him to finish. Not a patient person by nature, and even less so considering the circumstances, he didn't wait long.
"Where is my sister? Lucy Matthews?" He said finally, no longer concerned with manners "... The school said she is here. Where is she?"
There was also a chance that, had he not been so worried, he might have noted that there was something not quite right with the man. It was small, almost undetectable, but there was something off about him. Maybe it was the way his eyes sparkled with malevolent glee or the way he held his shoulders like a man caught in a perpetual draft, but he didn't seem to fit his body. It hung on him like an ill fitting blouse.
However, Devlin was not himself at the moment. He gave little regard to the strangeness of the man before him, in fact, he gave little regard to much of anything. Instead, he stood at the edge of the mans stately desk, arms folded to appear more confident than he actually felt, and waited for him to finish. Not a patient person by nature, and even less so considering the circumstances, he didn't wait long.
"Where is my sister? Lucy Matthews?" He said finally, no longer concerned with manners "... The school said she is here. Where is she?"
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Entrance Courtyard / Re: [Dec. 13th] You Never Know What You Have to Lose, Until It is Taken (Closed)
January 06, 2013, 11:20:13 PM
Devlin didn’t used to be the type who wrung his hands with constant worry. Before this whole Kingstreet debacle, he lived a pretty carefree life. He did decently well in school, had friends, had girlfriends, and made a pretty sickle doing something that came naturally (cheating, that is). After he was kicked out of Hogwarts, everything changed. Sure some of it was good, his relationship with both Knox and Maeve had improved significantly, but only because he had to lie to them about what he did at work, which sort of negated the whole ‘improving’ bit. Aside from that, he had lost his chance at an education and his ‘job’ was a joke with a side job that left him fearing for his life. He had no prospects and little to look forward to, aside from failure.
Lucy had been a blessing in a way. Sure it was another mouth to feed and another body to clothe, but her appearance had helped spurn him to really consider his future. With her in mind, he had begin to look into getting his own place and think about furthering his relationship with Maeve. Which was why her sudden disappearance had thrown his entire existence into an upheaval almost instantly. He found it disturbingly easy to wring his hands in worry as a whirlwind of fears and foreboding clouded his vision. If anything happened to Lucy, he didn’t know what he would do.
All he could do, right now, was follow the headmistress wordlessly, his eyes wide and unfocused as if he were in a trance. He didn’t seem to realize he was even moving until she spoke to him, and even then, he took the paper from her outstretched hand with a rigidity that seemed almost robotic. He didn’t snap out of it until he was standing in front of the fireplace with a handful of powder.
Turning, he regarded her with tired eyes that looked twenty years older but not much wiser. They just looked tired and scared, somewhat like the eyes of a child who had seen too much and waited fearfully for the next blow to come. Actually, they were exactly that. Devlin was just a scared little boy who thought he could be a big boy and found himself in way over his head. And now, someone he loved could be dead in a ditch somewhere because of it.
It was not, needless to say, a comforting thought.
“Thanks…” he said with a brief nod of his head that belied how grateful he truly was. He considered adding that he was sorry to bother her, but stopped himself. Somehow, he knew she knew that. Giving her a weak smile, Devlin stepped into the fireplace and tossed the floo with a curt “Saint Mungos!”
One bright flash of emerald smoke later, Devlin stood at the entrance of St. Mungos. Healers bedecked in lime green swirled around him as he made his way to the front desk where the welcome witch regarded him suspiciously. He couldn’t blame her for giving him a look like she had just bitten into sour grapes that he had sold her. It had been nearly a year since he snuck into the place with runespoor, intent on framing a mediwitch for Kingstreet, and he was no more pleased to be there again than they were having him.
“I’m here on business.” He said quickly, offering her the note from McGonagall. She made a sound akin to ‘Harumph’ as she snatched it from his hands, her eyes only leaving him long enough to take in the seal on the top. After looking at it every which way, and holding it up to the light, she seemed to deem it real and handed it back to him. “Healer Marren is on the first floor. Creature Injuries. Go right there and don’t make any detours.”… We have our eyes on you, her demeanor added. Devlin wouldn’t be surprised if she had a guard follow him to make sure. Actually, he would be a bit putout if they didn’t. It meant that his clever break in (however unsuccessful) had taught them nothing.
“Ma’am” He said with a smile that didn’t venture anywhere near his eyes before turning and heading towards the lifts, muttering to himself “Creature injuries? Why would she be there?” It made no sense. If she had dragon pox or whatever the papers were sensationalizing, she would go to… whatever floor took care of those. Not Creature Injuries. The very idea made his already turbulent stomach churn with new fears.
It was a short ride to the first floor and Devlin was happy to see that he was indeed being followed, albeit a bit inexpertly. At least they were trying. Making his way to the Head Healers office, he took every chance he had to peer into the various rooms lining the hall. No familiar faces peered back. The grumbling in his stomach worsened by the time he reached the office and he had to pause for a moment just to breathe. Finally, after a few minutes of deep breaths and calming mantras, he knocked on the door, his entire body tensed with anticipation for what laid beyond.
Lucy had been a blessing in a way. Sure it was another mouth to feed and another body to clothe, but her appearance had helped spurn him to really consider his future. With her in mind, he had begin to look into getting his own place and think about furthering his relationship with Maeve. Which was why her sudden disappearance had thrown his entire existence into an upheaval almost instantly. He found it disturbingly easy to wring his hands in worry as a whirlwind of fears and foreboding clouded his vision. If anything happened to Lucy, he didn’t know what he would do.
All he could do, right now, was follow the headmistress wordlessly, his eyes wide and unfocused as if he were in a trance. He didn’t seem to realize he was even moving until she spoke to him, and even then, he took the paper from her outstretched hand with a rigidity that seemed almost robotic. He didn’t snap out of it until he was standing in front of the fireplace with a handful of powder.
Turning, he regarded her with tired eyes that looked twenty years older but not much wiser. They just looked tired and scared, somewhat like the eyes of a child who had seen too much and waited fearfully for the next blow to come. Actually, they were exactly that. Devlin was just a scared little boy who thought he could be a big boy and found himself in way over his head. And now, someone he loved could be dead in a ditch somewhere because of it.
It was not, needless to say, a comforting thought.
“Thanks…” he said with a brief nod of his head that belied how grateful he truly was. He considered adding that he was sorry to bother her, but stopped himself. Somehow, he knew she knew that. Giving her a weak smile, Devlin stepped into the fireplace and tossed the floo with a curt “Saint Mungos!”
One bright flash of emerald smoke later, Devlin stood at the entrance of St. Mungos. Healers bedecked in lime green swirled around him as he made his way to the front desk where the welcome witch regarded him suspiciously. He couldn’t blame her for giving him a look like she had just bitten into sour grapes that he had sold her. It had been nearly a year since he snuck into the place with runespoor, intent on framing a mediwitch for Kingstreet, and he was no more pleased to be there again than they were having him.
“I’m here on business.” He said quickly, offering her the note from McGonagall. She made a sound akin to ‘Harumph’ as she snatched it from his hands, her eyes only leaving him long enough to take in the seal on the top. After looking at it every which way, and holding it up to the light, she seemed to deem it real and handed it back to him. “Healer Marren is on the first floor. Creature Injuries. Go right there and don’t make any detours.”… We have our eyes on you, her demeanor added. Devlin wouldn’t be surprised if she had a guard follow him to make sure. Actually, he would be a bit putout if they didn’t. It meant that his clever break in (however unsuccessful) had taught them nothing.
“Ma’am” He said with a smile that didn’t venture anywhere near his eyes before turning and heading towards the lifts, muttering to himself “Creature injuries? Why would she be there?” It made no sense. If she had dragon pox or whatever the papers were sensationalizing, she would go to… whatever floor took care of those. Not Creature Injuries. The very idea made his already turbulent stomach churn with new fears.
It was a short ride to the first floor and Devlin was happy to see that he was indeed being followed, albeit a bit inexpertly. At least they were trying. Making his way to the Head Healers office, he took every chance he had to peer into the various rooms lining the hall. No familiar faces peered back. The grumbling in his stomach worsened by the time he reached the office and he had to pause for a moment just to breathe. Finally, after a few minutes of deep breaths and calming mantras, he knocked on the door, his entire body tensed with anticipation for what laid beyond.
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Entrance Courtyard / Re: [Dec. 13th] You Never Know What You Have to Lose, Until It is Taken (Closed)
December 14, 2012, 12:25:29 AM
"Ah.. Well... See..." Devlin stuttered between her bouts of berating, trying to get a word in edgewise and failing miserably. He felt like a kid standing in front of his angry mother, or grandmother perhaps, and couldn't help but shrink a little in her onslaught. To be honest, he felt a bit maligned. Was it not his right to know where his baby sister was? Fortunately, she seemed to sense this and relaxed a little, her voice softening.
“Where’ve you been, Devlin? Your sister’s been away at St. Mungo’s for testing for more than a fortnight. I’m sure someone’s sent an owl.”
"No...They--They didn't..." He said softly, his face contorting with confusion. The fact that she was at the hospital, and not dead somewhere in a ditch, was at least some releif, but it also filled him with a new sort of apprehension and a bunch more questions. Why was she in the hospital? Were those silly Dragonpox rumors actually true? He hadn't known that she was supposed to get any sort of vaccination shots, so the idea that she was dying in the hospital because of his lack of knowledge was almost too much to bear. He'd almost be happier with her having been kidnapped.
“I can owl over to Mungo’s presently and let them know you’re coming for a visit. If you’d like, you may follow me to my office and use my fireplace?”
"Oh.. Um... Yeah..." He murmured as his brain slowly clicking back into reality. Sighing, he rubbed his forehead before crossing his arms with a nod "Yeah, that would great actually..."
“Where’ve you been, Devlin? Your sister’s been away at St. Mungo’s for testing for more than a fortnight. I’m sure someone’s sent an owl.”
"No...They--They didn't..." He said softly, his face contorting with confusion. The fact that she was at the hospital, and not dead somewhere in a ditch, was at least some releif, but it also filled him with a new sort of apprehension and a bunch more questions. Why was she in the hospital? Were those silly Dragonpox rumors actually true? He hadn't known that she was supposed to get any sort of vaccination shots, so the idea that she was dying in the hospital because of his lack of knowledge was almost too much to bear. He'd almost be happier with her having been kidnapped.
“I can owl over to Mungo’s presently and let them know you’re coming for a visit. If you’d like, you may follow me to my office and use my fireplace?”
"Oh.. Um... Yeah..." He murmured as his brain slowly clicking back into reality. Sighing, he rubbed his forehead before crossing his arms with a nod "Yeah, that would great actually..."
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Entrance Courtyard / Re: [Dec. 13th] You Never Know What You Have to Lose, Until It is Taken (Closed)
November 26, 2012, 01:43:26 PM
When the familiar figure of a stately witch in billowing robes appeared in the courtyard instead of the top-hat toting Reid, Devlin paused in confusion. When had Professor McGonagall returned to Hogwarts and how had he missed that bit of news? She was one of the few authority figures he had ever really respected and it was because of her that he had been inspired to become an animagus. What he had chosen to do with said ability probably disappointed her tremendously and and this thought left Devlin losing some steam as she neared. Hopefully she had forgotten all about him. It had been four years since she had seen him, after all.
“Mr. Matthews, why are you causing such a ruckus?”
Great, she recognized him and she was mad. Not a pleasant combination. But then, neither was the combination of a missing sister and desperate fear. The thought that someone might be hurting, or worse, have hurt, Lucy was enough to sustain his anger even in the disapproving gaze of one Minerva McGonagall. The gates creaked open and Devlin, who had been squished against them by means of support, stumbled in. "Ma'am" He said, regaining his composure and subconsciously reaching to straighten his tie. When there was no tie to straighten, he corrected himself and ran a hand through his hair instead "I'm sorry for the ruckus ma'am, but with all do respect, where the hell is my sister?"
“Mr. Matthews, why are you causing such a ruckus?”
Great, she recognized him and she was mad. Not a pleasant combination. But then, neither was the combination of a missing sister and desperate fear. The thought that someone might be hurting, or worse, have hurt, Lucy was enough to sustain his anger even in the disapproving gaze of one Minerva McGonagall. The gates creaked open and Devlin, who had been squished against them by means of support, stumbled in. "Ma'am" He said, regaining his composure and subconsciously reaching to straighten his tie. When there was no tie to straighten, he corrected himself and ran a hand through his hair instead "I'm sorry for the ruckus ma'am, but with all do respect, where the hell is my sister?"