Post by Maebh Breandan-Pike on Oct 31, 2012 15:53:36 GMT -5
Name: Maebh "V" Bluebell Breandan Pike
Age: 44
Birthdate/place: [01-May-1992]
Species: Gypsy
Gender: Female
Family: [Include blood status and any family members]
Reckony Pike-Husband
Conan Breandan- older brother
father deceased
mother,
two younger full sisters , a younger adopted brother
Appearance:
Hair: A dark brown, wavy hair that is still rather thick, typically pulled back in a braid while at work.
Eyes: Mocha brown, they are large and expressive
Build/height- 5'3 1/2, and sturdy. She isn't a thin girl, she has plenty of curves and muscle
General Description-
A smile is nearly always tugging on Maebh's full lips or dancing in her eyes. Her cheerful nature typically comes across in her facial expressions, although she can be the domineering, powerful hitwizard when it is warranted. There is a certain magnetizing energy around Maebh. She wears confidence like a second skin. She knows who she is and likes herself and it shows through her body langauge. Maebh's movements are assertive, quick and direct, but she can also use her body to take on the role of someone else. Years of going undercover and being on stage has taught Maebh how to blend. She's a pretty woman reaching maturity, a rose in full, glorious bloom, but she has the kind of face that if she wanted to, she can easily blend into the crowd or stand out. She has an extensive wardrobe filled with sturdy, outfits that can take a beating, blend in and be normal and then she has what is dubbed her gypsy garb, bright flashy colors and layers.
Possessions-
A set of throwing knives
a wand
a silver wedding band
a huge magical trunk that has been in her family for generations,
theatrical make up
a set of lock picks
elaborate hair combs that are actually mini knives with jeweled handles, for special occasions
Personality:
Temperment/Mental Attributes-
Happiness, is the one word that best sum's up Maebh Breandan-Pike. Her arm could be chopped off and she could be homeless with the world burning around her and there would still be something she could find to be happy about. There is this natural cheerfulness about her that shines through her eyes and her ready smile. While she might be even tempered, steadfast, loyal and very dependable she is also stubborn, feisty, determined and cunning. She will work tirelessly for what she wants and believes in but if she doesn't believe in what she's supposed to do she puts in only the minimum. Stubborn like an ox, it is difficult to convince her to change her ways about many things. She likes routine when it comes to certain things, like the way she writes reports, or does her hair for certain disguises, how she cooks etc. She has a strong strength of will but also a need for getting at the truth. Her mind is always asking questions, trying to uncover the reason people do things. She's a lover of peace and fights fiercely for it to be protected.
It is difficult to truly anger her. Really, she just lets people rant and rave without really being pushed over the edge. At work or on stage she can act angry, and can be quite convincing but she rarely is truly angered for real, but when she is provoked her outbursts can be ferocious as she looses control.
Alliance- Her family, her culture, and Magical Law Enforcement
Alignment- Chaotic good
Employment&Education:
-Adults-
Former House- N/A Maebh went to the Wizarding Academy of the Dramatic Art's for her general schooling
Job-
Employer- Hitwizard, after being an informant, then a consultant, and undercover operative, Maebh is finally a full fledged senior hit wizard
OWLs/NEWTs-
Other:
Magical Skills- Maebh's talent has always been with camaflogue, changing appearances of herself, and items, transfiguration has been her niche, including human transfiguration
Patronus- (if applicable)
Wand-
Goals/Aspirations- Optional
Other Information- Maebh has a talent for changing her appearance. A little makeup, a tap of her wand, and the hunching of her shoulders and she is an aged woman. Shift position, change clothes, remove the wrinkles and she's younger. There is more to that, but she can quickly adapt to the situation, change her body language and appearance to nearly everything.
History-
Babies wait for no one, often choosing the most inconvenient time to be born. The second child of the traveling Breandan's was no exception. It was May day, a celebration of the beginning of summer. A bonfire had been lit and a crowd had gathered for a couple of shows. Just after the midday show, Margret went into labor. Just before midnight a little girl was born. The umbilical cord had been wrapped around the tiny neck. Everyone was afraid that little thing wouldn't survive the night. But the baby was a fighter and when she lived through the night and showed a little more strength, the Breandan's decided to name her Maebh after the warrior Queen of celtic legend.
Maebh was a cheerful baby, rarely crying and instead laughing and nearly everything. She followed her older brother Conan, watching him with large doe eyes. Since she began to talk, Maebh would mimic people, especially Conan. Maebh gave her first official performance in one of her family's little stage shows whens he was four and captured the audience ever since.
Maebh loved the stage. There was something magical about making people laugh or smile. She wasn't the most talented Breandan but there was a sparkled about her and she never gave up. Hard work was something that V enjoyed. She hated having nothing to do and would often get into trouble when her hands were idle. Looking back at her unconventional childhood, V misses it. Kind of. She doesn't miss the tight space in a wagon, or the lack of a toilet most of the time. She enjoys the comfort of a high, thick four poster bed. But nothing can compare to the adventures she had traveling across Europe,moving form city to city, countryside to small town. Her family performed in fairs, town squares, circuses and their own shows in both muggle and magical communities. Several times a year they would attend different celebrations in the gypsy-traveler community. The Breandans would often travel with their extended family in their wagons. Putting on bigger shows, offering more talents. V became one of the dancers. She'd learned dances that had been taught for generations, some even claimed they dated back to Queen Elizabeth's time. Conan taught her how to do a proper say but she was never as good as him.
Maebh was seven when she showed a large display of magical talent. Her parents were thrilled. They were worried because Conan hadn't showed any magical abilities.
Magic though was something that V didn't really care about unless it helped her performance. She didn't want to be a witch. She wanted to be an actress. The idea of sitting still in a classroom was her boggart. Hours of sitting still was torture. She loved history and stories and reading but having to write and do math and other school things was not what she wanted. Reading was for stormy days. When Maebh turned 11 she'd received two letters. One from Hogwarts and another from WADA, the Wizard Academy of Dramatic Arts. It had been a long time since a Breandan had received an invitation from Hogwarts and could afford to go. Her parents let Maebh decide. This was her future. Without a hesitation, V chose WADA. That choice was one of things that drove a wedge between V and Conan. Her brother was jealous and though V was wasting her abilities by going to a performing art school that was second rate. But V didn't want to be stuck in a dreary castle attending potions and herbology, especially since she knew that she wanted to be a performer.
Formal schooling was a shock to V, even at WADA. She'd never had a bed to herself before in her life, sharing a pallet with her little sister. The other children laughed at V's accent and colorful dialect. There was some perdjuious because she was gypsy but for the most part V was oblivious to it. She earned her place in the school working hard. Especially in dance and history. She learned how to control her magic and was taught basic potions, charms, herbology like any other magical child but her electives were not muggle studies or care of magical creatures but the art of magical performance, movement, music. V had more actual stage experience than many of her class mates, having earned a living in a traveling show practically since birth.
Every holiday and Summer, V would rush home to travel the countryside, teaching her skills to her siblings. Conan though would just brood and ignore her. When he was sixteen he left to make his own way in the world.
After graduation, V went back to help her family. After teaching her sisters what she knew, helping them control their magical ability and making sure they knew how to read, V also left. By the time she was nineteen Maebh Breandan was part of a magical theatrical company. For a decade, V performed on the stage, acting, dancing, creating costumes. She wasn't the most talented but she was good. In between shows, V would travel with her family or perform with other travelers. Life as a performer though was not always easy. There was a dark side to the life of a performer and while Maebh had her own code of ethics, she too was touched by the shadows. V finally took a stand though after one of the chorus girls was murdered. The young fool had crossed one of "big shots" and had lost her head because of it. When the hitwizards came snooping around trying to investigate, V decided to help. Talking to the cops was taboo and V grew up wary of law enforcement, muggle or magical. It wasn't in her nature to snitch, but good people were being hurt, either blamed for a crime they didn't commit or were being hurt by criminals. V began to gather information for a couple of hitwizards. It was a blanancing act, trying to give the hitwizards what they needed to make a case while not selling out her fellow performers and gypsies. In her late twenties, V became a undercover agent for the hitwizards. She was hired as an a consultant because she didn't have the required Hogwarts education but she had the skills they needed. For the first time, V went under cover into her own world. She quit the stage, opened up a apothecary in Hogsmeade as a cover. It was in that sleepy little town that Maebh met her match.
Reckony Pike was a stocky, barkeep that managed Three Broomsticks. From the first second V heard his irish brogue she was captivated. Unlike her sisters, Maebh hadn't settled down. Her parents had nearly given up on her. A gypsy girl tended to marry young or not at all. V was nearly 30 and had never been in a serious relationship. He was a rogue, a man that loved women and left them. A born heart breaker. He didn't intentionally hurt women, he didn't while with them, but he loved women and didn't stay long.
After their initial encounter, during a fight with blood sucking demons, a friendship developed between the two shopkeepers. V hadn't planned on falling in love. She didn't really believe in it. She wasnt the type of person that needed someone by her side forever. She was comfortable being by herself. It just happened. V found herself in the pub more often, talking with Reck as he closed down. She enjoyed his quick wit and their fast paced banter. A flirtation developed between them, but V hadn't thought it would go past it until the attack. A strange lady in a mask had walked into V's shop and chaos ensued. The woman had been looking for information, curious and a bit angry that "rabble" had defeated the demons that had invaded Hogsmeade.
Hogsmeade burned that day. Maebh had been one of the fighters, taking the masked lady on herself. Maebh doesn't remember much from the battle, she'd been hit from behind by a boomerang spell that she had thought she'd dogged. The impact of the spell knocked her off the roof she'd been standing on and the mask lady had collapsed the building on top of her. A grave marker for the brave.
The next think she knew, Reckony Pike was kissing her, breathing into her. He'd pulled her out of the burning rubble, declared his love (although she doesn't really remember) and gave her his grand mother's ring. Maevh woke up in his tiny flat, clutching the ring. She still has it. It eventually became her wedding band. She also has the scars from the battle. Several slashes mar her creamy skin across her right shoulder, her back and a little across her chest. Her shoulder still pains her when the weather changes and the scars on her back healed a little crooked and show just a little even under makeup.
After the battle, Reck cared for Maebh, nursing her back to health. Their relationship turned serious and she practically moved in with him as her shop was destroyed. Their love blossomed and for a while everything was wonderful, despite the uncertainty of war against the mask lady.
Maebh's double life continued after the battle at Hogsmeade. The Ministry wanted a hitwizard on site and since the citizens of Hogsmeade had created their own resistance force the blackwatch, the ministry thought it best to keep their presence quiet. Maebh's assigned had been shifted from the gypsies to the Blackwatch. She was supposed to spy on her friends. On her lover. Reckony Pike had helped create the resistance group. She should have quit her job, but she hadn't and it had nearly destroyed her relationship.
If there was one thing that Reckony Pike and Conan Breandan had in common it was their grudge and distrust of law enforcement. It had become a challenge for Maebh to keep her undercover hitwizard identity a secret but she was under strict orders to remain silent. If someone knew that she wasn't just a shop keeper her cover would be blown. That was the trouble when you went undercover as yourself. So V kept her mouth shut, until she had to make an arrest. In front of Reckony. Her cover had been blown by another hitwizard who had appeared in Hogsmeade cleaning up the mess after the final battle where the masked lady had been captured. Order by a superior officer, V ignored Reck's accusing stare as she summoned magical cuffs and arrested one of the followers of the masked lady.
It had been five hours later when she returned to the three broomsticks. Reckony ignored her as he closed up the bar. He wouldn't look at the woman who had betrayed him. Once the customers left, V tried to tell her story. But Reck was too angry to listen. She'd lied the entire time. He questioned her love. How could she love him, how could he? When all he knew about her was lies. He didn't listen to her pleas that she told him the truth. She was gypsy, she had ran the apothecary. She just also moon lighted as a hitwizard. Undercover, using her talents at acting and disguise. From Reck's point of view she was working for the devil. She knew that he'd been called into questioning because of a troubled past and not because he'd presently done anything. he was a favorite suspect of theirs and she said nothing.
Maebh's secret was out. She'd told her brother about being a hitwizard. He'd taken it better than Pike had, seeing it as an advantage. He had someone on his side in law enforcement now.
The next day, V moved back into her wagon, giving Reck space. Her heart ached. She loved the fool but he couldn't face her at that moment. She lied. She was human. Maebh through herself into her work, into becoming a full fledged hitwizard. She took magical classes and sat for her NEWTS earning the required scores. Slowly, she began to mend things with Reck, proving to him that she was the woman he had fallen in love with, she just had a badge. Over time they worked things out and eventually married. It had taken them five years since the day that they met to officially tie the knot. It was one of Maebh's happiest moments. She still worked at the minstry and Reck tended bar. They lived in Hogsmeade, enjoying their lives. Maebh did undercover work but eventually she shifted to regular investigations. She made senior hitwizard two years ago. Sometimes she does a bit of undercover but it's rare, nothing too deep. Her scars are too noticeable.
There has been something missing the last couple of years. Maebh really wants a baby. She'd miscarried four years ago after a beating when her cover was blown on an undercover assignment. She didn't go deep after that. She'd taken time off to recover, nearly a year before she returned to the force full time. Several times since then she thought she might be pregnant but to no avail. Fertility spells haven't worked and it's at the point that Maebh's desperate. They've talked adoption but V really wants her own child, but they've gone to Harkness house to meet the children. Perhaps in the next year they'd adopt. V's coming to terms with the fact that she can't have a child of her own and there are hundreds of little boys and girls who need homes.
Age: 44
Birthdate/place: [01-May-1992]
Species: Gypsy
Gender: Female
Family: [Include blood status and any family members]
Reckony Pike-Husband
Conan Breandan- older brother
father deceased
mother,
two younger full sisters , a younger adopted brother
Appearance:
Hair: A dark brown, wavy hair that is still rather thick, typically pulled back in a braid while at work.
Eyes: Mocha brown, they are large and expressive
Build/height- 5'3 1/2, and sturdy. She isn't a thin girl, she has plenty of curves and muscle
General Description-
A smile is nearly always tugging on Maebh's full lips or dancing in her eyes. Her cheerful nature typically comes across in her facial expressions, although she can be the domineering, powerful hitwizard when it is warranted. There is a certain magnetizing energy around Maebh. She wears confidence like a second skin. She knows who she is and likes herself and it shows through her body langauge. Maebh's movements are assertive, quick and direct, but she can also use her body to take on the role of someone else. Years of going undercover and being on stage has taught Maebh how to blend. She's a pretty woman reaching maturity, a rose in full, glorious bloom, but she has the kind of face that if she wanted to, she can easily blend into the crowd or stand out. She has an extensive wardrobe filled with sturdy, outfits that can take a beating, blend in and be normal and then she has what is dubbed her gypsy garb, bright flashy colors and layers.
Possessions-
A set of throwing knives
a wand
a silver wedding band
a huge magical trunk that has been in her family for generations,
theatrical make up
a set of lock picks
elaborate hair combs that are actually mini knives with jeweled handles, for special occasions
Personality:
Temperment/Mental Attributes-
Happiness, is the one word that best sum's up Maebh Breandan-Pike. Her arm could be chopped off and she could be homeless with the world burning around her and there would still be something she could find to be happy about. There is this natural cheerfulness about her that shines through her eyes and her ready smile. While she might be even tempered, steadfast, loyal and very dependable she is also stubborn, feisty, determined and cunning. She will work tirelessly for what she wants and believes in but if she doesn't believe in what she's supposed to do she puts in only the minimum. Stubborn like an ox, it is difficult to convince her to change her ways about many things. She likes routine when it comes to certain things, like the way she writes reports, or does her hair for certain disguises, how she cooks etc. She has a strong strength of will but also a need for getting at the truth. Her mind is always asking questions, trying to uncover the reason people do things. She's a lover of peace and fights fiercely for it to be protected.
It is difficult to truly anger her. Really, she just lets people rant and rave without really being pushed over the edge. At work or on stage she can act angry, and can be quite convincing but she rarely is truly angered for real, but when she is provoked her outbursts can be ferocious as she looses control.
Alliance- Her family, her culture, and Magical Law Enforcement
Alignment- Chaotic good
Employment&Education:
-Adults-
Former House- N/A Maebh went to the Wizarding Academy of the Dramatic Art's for her general schooling
Job-
Employer- Hitwizard, after being an informant, then a consultant, and undercover operative, Maebh is finally a full fledged senior hit wizard
OWLs/NEWTs-
Other:
Magical Skills- Maebh's talent has always been with camaflogue, changing appearances of herself, and items, transfiguration has been her niche, including human transfiguration
Patronus- (if applicable)
Wand-
Goals/Aspirations- Optional
Other Information- Maebh has a talent for changing her appearance. A little makeup, a tap of her wand, and the hunching of her shoulders and she is an aged woman. Shift position, change clothes, remove the wrinkles and she's younger. There is more to that, but she can quickly adapt to the situation, change her body language and appearance to nearly everything.
History-
Babies wait for no one, often choosing the most inconvenient time to be born. The second child of the traveling Breandan's was no exception. It was May day, a celebration of the beginning of summer. A bonfire had been lit and a crowd had gathered for a couple of shows. Just after the midday show, Margret went into labor. Just before midnight a little girl was born. The umbilical cord had been wrapped around the tiny neck. Everyone was afraid that little thing wouldn't survive the night. But the baby was a fighter and when she lived through the night and showed a little more strength, the Breandan's decided to name her Maebh after the warrior Queen of celtic legend.
Maebh was a cheerful baby, rarely crying and instead laughing and nearly everything. She followed her older brother Conan, watching him with large doe eyes. Since she began to talk, Maebh would mimic people, especially Conan. Maebh gave her first official performance in one of her family's little stage shows whens he was four and captured the audience ever since.
Maebh loved the stage. There was something magical about making people laugh or smile. She wasn't the most talented Breandan but there was a sparkled about her and she never gave up. Hard work was something that V enjoyed. She hated having nothing to do and would often get into trouble when her hands were idle. Looking back at her unconventional childhood, V misses it. Kind of. She doesn't miss the tight space in a wagon, or the lack of a toilet most of the time. She enjoys the comfort of a high, thick four poster bed. But nothing can compare to the adventures she had traveling across Europe,moving form city to city, countryside to small town. Her family performed in fairs, town squares, circuses and their own shows in both muggle and magical communities. Several times a year they would attend different celebrations in the gypsy-traveler community. The Breandans would often travel with their extended family in their wagons. Putting on bigger shows, offering more talents. V became one of the dancers. She'd learned dances that had been taught for generations, some even claimed they dated back to Queen Elizabeth's time. Conan taught her how to do a proper say but she was never as good as him.
Maebh was seven when she showed a large display of magical talent. Her parents were thrilled. They were worried because Conan hadn't showed any magical abilities.
Magic though was something that V didn't really care about unless it helped her performance. She didn't want to be a witch. She wanted to be an actress. The idea of sitting still in a classroom was her boggart. Hours of sitting still was torture. She loved history and stories and reading but having to write and do math and other school things was not what she wanted. Reading was for stormy days. When Maebh turned 11 she'd received two letters. One from Hogwarts and another from WADA, the Wizard Academy of Dramatic Arts. It had been a long time since a Breandan had received an invitation from Hogwarts and could afford to go. Her parents let Maebh decide. This was her future. Without a hesitation, V chose WADA. That choice was one of things that drove a wedge between V and Conan. Her brother was jealous and though V was wasting her abilities by going to a performing art school that was second rate. But V didn't want to be stuck in a dreary castle attending potions and herbology, especially since she knew that she wanted to be a performer.
Formal schooling was a shock to V, even at WADA. She'd never had a bed to herself before in her life, sharing a pallet with her little sister. The other children laughed at V's accent and colorful dialect. There was some perdjuious because she was gypsy but for the most part V was oblivious to it. She earned her place in the school working hard. Especially in dance and history. She learned how to control her magic and was taught basic potions, charms, herbology like any other magical child but her electives were not muggle studies or care of magical creatures but the art of magical performance, movement, music. V had more actual stage experience than many of her class mates, having earned a living in a traveling show practically since birth.
Every holiday and Summer, V would rush home to travel the countryside, teaching her skills to her siblings. Conan though would just brood and ignore her. When he was sixteen he left to make his own way in the world.
After graduation, V went back to help her family. After teaching her sisters what she knew, helping them control their magical ability and making sure they knew how to read, V also left. By the time she was nineteen Maebh Breandan was part of a magical theatrical company. For a decade, V performed on the stage, acting, dancing, creating costumes. She wasn't the most talented but she was good. In between shows, V would travel with her family or perform with other travelers. Life as a performer though was not always easy. There was a dark side to the life of a performer and while Maebh had her own code of ethics, she too was touched by the shadows. V finally took a stand though after one of the chorus girls was murdered. The young fool had crossed one of "big shots" and had lost her head because of it. When the hitwizards came snooping around trying to investigate, V decided to help. Talking to the cops was taboo and V grew up wary of law enforcement, muggle or magical. It wasn't in her nature to snitch, but good people were being hurt, either blamed for a crime they didn't commit or were being hurt by criminals. V began to gather information for a couple of hitwizards. It was a blanancing act, trying to give the hitwizards what they needed to make a case while not selling out her fellow performers and gypsies. In her late twenties, V became a undercover agent for the hitwizards. She was hired as an a consultant because she didn't have the required Hogwarts education but she had the skills they needed. For the first time, V went under cover into her own world. She quit the stage, opened up a apothecary in Hogsmeade as a cover. It was in that sleepy little town that Maebh met her match.
Reckony Pike was a stocky, barkeep that managed Three Broomsticks. From the first second V heard his irish brogue she was captivated. Unlike her sisters, Maebh hadn't settled down. Her parents had nearly given up on her. A gypsy girl tended to marry young or not at all. V was nearly 30 and had never been in a serious relationship. He was a rogue, a man that loved women and left them. A born heart breaker. He didn't intentionally hurt women, he didn't while with them, but he loved women and didn't stay long.
After their initial encounter, during a fight with blood sucking demons, a friendship developed between the two shopkeepers. V hadn't planned on falling in love. She didn't really believe in it. She wasnt the type of person that needed someone by her side forever. She was comfortable being by herself. It just happened. V found herself in the pub more often, talking with Reck as he closed down. She enjoyed his quick wit and their fast paced banter. A flirtation developed between them, but V hadn't thought it would go past it until the attack. A strange lady in a mask had walked into V's shop and chaos ensued. The woman had been looking for information, curious and a bit angry that "rabble" had defeated the demons that had invaded Hogsmeade.
Hogsmeade burned that day. Maebh had been one of the fighters, taking the masked lady on herself. Maebh doesn't remember much from the battle, she'd been hit from behind by a boomerang spell that she had thought she'd dogged. The impact of the spell knocked her off the roof she'd been standing on and the mask lady had collapsed the building on top of her. A grave marker for the brave.
The next think she knew, Reckony Pike was kissing her, breathing into her. He'd pulled her out of the burning rubble, declared his love (although she doesn't really remember) and gave her his grand mother's ring. Maevh woke up in his tiny flat, clutching the ring. She still has it. It eventually became her wedding band. She also has the scars from the battle. Several slashes mar her creamy skin across her right shoulder, her back and a little across her chest. Her shoulder still pains her when the weather changes and the scars on her back healed a little crooked and show just a little even under makeup.
After the battle, Reck cared for Maebh, nursing her back to health. Their relationship turned serious and she practically moved in with him as her shop was destroyed. Their love blossomed and for a while everything was wonderful, despite the uncertainty of war against the mask lady.
Maebh's double life continued after the battle at Hogsmeade. The Ministry wanted a hitwizard on site and since the citizens of Hogsmeade had created their own resistance force the blackwatch, the ministry thought it best to keep their presence quiet. Maebh's assigned had been shifted from the gypsies to the Blackwatch. She was supposed to spy on her friends. On her lover. Reckony Pike had helped create the resistance group. She should have quit her job, but she hadn't and it had nearly destroyed her relationship.
If there was one thing that Reckony Pike and Conan Breandan had in common it was their grudge and distrust of law enforcement. It had become a challenge for Maebh to keep her undercover hitwizard identity a secret but she was under strict orders to remain silent. If someone knew that she wasn't just a shop keeper her cover would be blown. That was the trouble when you went undercover as yourself. So V kept her mouth shut, until she had to make an arrest. In front of Reckony. Her cover had been blown by another hitwizard who had appeared in Hogsmeade cleaning up the mess after the final battle where the masked lady had been captured. Order by a superior officer, V ignored Reck's accusing stare as she summoned magical cuffs and arrested one of the followers of the masked lady.
It had been five hours later when she returned to the three broomsticks. Reckony ignored her as he closed up the bar. He wouldn't look at the woman who had betrayed him. Once the customers left, V tried to tell her story. But Reck was too angry to listen. She'd lied the entire time. He questioned her love. How could she love him, how could he? When all he knew about her was lies. He didn't listen to her pleas that she told him the truth. She was gypsy, she had ran the apothecary. She just also moon lighted as a hitwizard. Undercover, using her talents at acting and disguise. From Reck's point of view she was working for the devil. She knew that he'd been called into questioning because of a troubled past and not because he'd presently done anything. he was a favorite suspect of theirs and she said nothing.
Maebh's secret was out. She'd told her brother about being a hitwizard. He'd taken it better than Pike had, seeing it as an advantage. He had someone on his side in law enforcement now.
The next day, V moved back into her wagon, giving Reck space. Her heart ached. She loved the fool but he couldn't face her at that moment. She lied. She was human. Maebh through herself into her work, into becoming a full fledged hitwizard. She took magical classes and sat for her NEWTS earning the required scores. Slowly, she began to mend things with Reck, proving to him that she was the woman he had fallen in love with, she just had a badge. Over time they worked things out and eventually married. It had taken them five years since the day that they met to officially tie the knot. It was one of Maebh's happiest moments. She still worked at the minstry and Reck tended bar. They lived in Hogsmeade, enjoying their lives. Maebh did undercover work but eventually she shifted to regular investigations. She made senior hitwizard two years ago. Sometimes she does a bit of undercover but it's rare, nothing too deep. Her scars are too noticeable.
There has been something missing the last couple of years. Maebh really wants a baby. She'd miscarried four years ago after a beating when her cover was blown on an undercover assignment. She didn't go deep after that. She'd taken time off to recover, nearly a year before she returned to the force full time. Several times since then she thought she might be pregnant but to no avail. Fertility spells haven't worked and it's at the point that Maebh's desperate. They've talked adoption but V really wants her own child, but they've gone to Harkness house to meet the children. Perhaps in the next year they'd adopt. V's coming to terms with the fact that she can't have a child of her own and there are hundreds of little boys and girls who need homes.
