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VALENTIN BAUER
Magitechnician

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Nov 6 2017, 08:27 AM

His mouth was a wry line of amusement, face uncharacteristically flushed with victory as the last of the potential investors left the showroom.

Working with Thea Avery had been a nuisance at best and a nightmare at worst, but either way, far more difficult than he had initially anticipated. He’d underestimated how much she would wear on him, the constant avenues that she found to assert her authority whilst at the same time always smiling in the most condescendingly polite way and insisting that they were partners, equals. Valentin was not the kind of person who would let that sort of treatment simply roll off of his back, regardless of whether or not she was technically his employer - he returned in kind with constant quips and barbs, cantankerous and distinctly uncivil - but it was hard to gain the upper hand when Avery refused to be drawn out, when she remained unruffled and patient and impossible to call out directly because she never actually overtly did anything wrong.

He remained persistently suspicious of her, and although there had been moments in which he’d doubted himself - what if she really was simply trying to be a good benefactor, and his misgivings were based on prejudices of his own? - there was something about her that wasn’t quite right, contrived and false, and his intuition told him not to ease up on the pressure. The past few weeks had thus been an exercise in pushing back, and his efforts had truly culminated in today’s showcase.

Certainly, he looked the right part, dressed in the suit that she’d insisted on having tailored for him, and the prototype that they’d presented had been impeccable - his arrogance wouldn’t allow for any less. Beyond that, though, he’d engaged in a careful campaign of smilingly undermining her, using far more sophisticated tactics than his trademark stubbornness and foul-temperedness. She hadn’t responded to any of that to date, didn't seem capable of being riled by it, so it was time to change direction. Politely disagreeing with her, correcting her unnecessarily, subtly and relentlessly one-upping her whenever the opportunity presented itself - yes, giving Thea Avery some of the treatment that she doled out so easily was long overdue.

By the end of it all, it was hard to suppress a smile, difficult to hide the triumphant colour in his cheeks - until, of course, the suggestion of a post-mortem discussion of the meeting at her apartment tugged his expression into an obvious frown just like that. Having been there only once before to take the direct Floo line to her tailor, Valentin had no desire to visit Avery’s flat ever again. It was too opulent and extravagant, an obvious reminder of who she was and the lifestyle that she stood for, the perfect place from which she could look down on people like him, and yet he couldn’t miss the opportunity to hear what she had to say on the off chance that he would finally elicit some sort of reaction from her.

Reluctantly, he took the Floo straight to her ornate fireplace, stepping out and dusting soot from the shoulders of his suit as he straightened. Making a face, he asked with weary disinterest, ”Will this take very long? I want to get home and get to work on some adjustments as soon as possible.”

THEA AVERY

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THEA AVERY
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Dec 2 2017, 11:14 AM

If Bauer really thought he could beat her at her own game, he was sorely mistaken.

She had to give him some credit for his persistence, though. Thea could see, in the periphery of her vision, the way he glanced at her now at then, checking for her reaction; she took great pleasure in imagining his frustration, seeing her as unruffled as ever even in the face of his blatant disrespect. Not even the flicker of a frown, an index finger tapping an irritated beat against the table – nothing that would give Bauer the satisfaction of besting her.

Thea wasted no energy on being privately furious with him. She couldn’t, when Bauer was making sure to keep her on her toes. He took every opportunity to interject her talking, tried to speak over her at every turn, would take charge of the entire conversation if given so much as an opening – it wasn’t just the product that he was pitching to the investors. Bauer was trying to sell them a story, one where he called the shots in their little operation, and Thea would be damned if she let him. Calm and focused, she methodically wrestled control back from him.

It’d done its damage, though. As they finally rose from their seats and shook hands and agreed to talk again soon, Thea could see the investors were leaving the meeting vaguely confused. She’d taken care to make it seem like she was indulging Bauer, never opposing him as openly as he’d done her, to at least try and project a united front, but these people were experienced enough to suspect when a power struggle was at play. It didn’t bode well – for the both of them, Bauer included. Worse even was that he actually seemed smug about it.

At this point in her life Thea could make idle conversation in her sleep, and she kept it up as they headed to her apartment, all the while planning exactly how she was going to tell Bauer off – politely and good-naturedly, of course, with a smile to match, so he would know that while a repeat of that afternoon wouldn’t be tolerated, it was hardly enough to ruffle her feathers.

She wasn’t exactly sure what happened between one moment – gesturing for Bauer to sit in one of the sofas strategically positioned for a view of glittering, evening-time London from her glass-walled living room, ready with the speech she’d prepared on her tongue – and the next, when the anger that had been slowly simmering on low heat suddenly blazed so bright and hot in Thea’s body it was impossible to keep it in check.

”Will you just stop.” she snapped, and the loudness and suddenness of it surprised her too, but once she started she couldn’t seem to stop. ”I have had quite enough of this insolence, of you acting like I’m your enemy – questioning my decisions and attempting to undermine me at every turn, as if you have any right to presume to do my job better! And it’s your own project that’s going to suffer for it, not me, not my career. I can take the hit. Can you? Are you very pleased, sabotaging your own success? Because you are, if you think for a moment you can do this without me. You might be a disrespectful upstart, Bauer, but I never took you for a complete fool.”

VALENTIN BAUER

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VALENTIN BAUER
Magitechnician

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9½" Sycamore, Veela Hair
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Jan 13 2018, 08:22 AM

The fact that Avery seemed cool, calm and collected throughout the meeting and even on the way back to her apartment was slightly irritating and also potentially vaguely unnerving, but certainly not enough to sufficiently dampen Valentin’s mood, which remained buoyant despite his hopes that whatever she had to say to him wouldn’t take too long out of the rest of his evening. He really did want to get back to work on the prototype, after all - and perhaps sit down with a home-brewed beer, Bismarck and a good movie to unwind and gloat properly.

He remained visibly ebullient even as he wrestled with his discomfort at being back in her flat - not even the obvious display of wealth that her apartment embodied was enough to faze him, and it showed in the wryly amused half-smile that he flashed in her direction as he took a seat on one of her sofas, smoothing out the tails of his coat in a deft movement as he did so. Val had to admit, the view was phenomenal, the floor-to-ceiling glass walls giving the illusion that all of London was spread out close enough to touch, the Thames just a short freefall away. Nothing short of the best that money could buy for Avery, but of course, he knew that already.

Too preoccupied with the lights and serpentine flow of traffic below, Valentin failed to notice any warning signs in Thea - tautness in her spine, maybe, a rigid set of the jaw, a harbinger of danger to come. Even if he had seen anything, he probably would’ve disregarded it, because Avery was not the kind to get angry, not the sort to lose her temper. No, no matter how hard he tried, she was impossible to bait a rise out of. She was annoyingly, eerily, even haughtily calm.

Until she wasn’t.

He started suddenly at the loud whip-crack of her voice, shocked out of the lazy and self-satisfied sprawl that he’d been occupying her couch with as he swivelled to face her, an expression of growing astonishment spreading across his features. Valentin was no stranger to confrontation, and being afraid of offending a woman who was technically his boss had clearly never crossed his mind, but even so it was all he could do to sit there mutely, numbly, as what began as an outburst on Avery’s part quickly transmuted into a complete tirade. She was being condescending, rude, intolerable, but she was also blatantly furious, and it was the continuing surprise of that which prevented him from formulating a suitable response. Honestly, he would’ve come up empty even if he’d tried.

“I…umm, wow.” He lifted a hand (he was somewhat relieved that it wasn't shaking) and ran it through his hair, slightly at a loss. “That was…wow.” He didn’t sound entirely unimpressed.

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