NEW ORDER

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tw: alcoolisme, mort d'un enfant
nom prénom(s)  » James Kieran Douglas Buchanan Jr - ça n'en finit pas, une ribambelle de prénoms plus britanniques tu meurs, des hommages multiples qui n'ont aucun sens à ses yeux. Personne ne prend vraiment la peine d'étaler tout ça.

surnom(s)  » Jim quand il était jeune, ou Junior. Il est rapidement devenu Buck, raccourci de son nom de famille, et préfère même se faire appeler ainsi aujourd'hui. James Buchanan, c'était son père, pas lui.

date de naissance » Buck est né le vingt-sept avril 1960 à Manchester.

origines & nationalité  » Buck est anglais et vient de Manchester (et garde l'accent mancunien local), tirant quelques origines irlandaises de son père auxquelles il ne s'est jamais senti particulièrement attaché.

pureté du sang  » Si on se focalise sur l'ascendance de sa mère, Buck a une lignée sorcière quasi-pure et plutôt intéressante: il descend d'un des frères Peverell, Antioch pour être précis, et est son arrière-arrière-petit fils. Si cela a toujours su captiver et nourrir l'imagination de son petit frère Monty, lui s'en est toujours foutu comme d'une guigne, et a accueilli la nouvelle que son sang avait été vicié par son né-moldu d'arrière-grand-père paternel avec indifférence. Son sang est donc mêlé, mais pas suffisamment pour qu'il soit particulièrement oppressé par le régime, dont il profite aujourd'hui allègrement.

métier/études  » Buck est allé à Hogwarts comme le reste de sa famille, trouvant sa place dans la maison Slytherin (1971-1978). Il a commencé des études au Ministère au Bureau des Aurors mais a abandonné après la première année de formation, ayant été terrifié par les agissements des Mangemorts durant la Première Guerre Sorcière dont il a des souvenirs encore vivaces.

Buck a disparu de la surface du monde sorcier pendant quelques années, s'enterrant dans le monde moldu où il a officié en tant que prestigidateur, mettant à profit sa capacité à utiliser la magie sans baguette - et profitant aussi d'une lacune légale dans le domaine - pour impressionner des hordes de moldus naïfs aux yeux grands et brillants comme des Mornilles. Après avoir volé sous le radar pendant des années, il a été pris la main dans le sac en 1983 et après un rapide procès, s'est vu obligé de mettre ses talents au service de l'Etat dans le département de Régulation des Créatures Magiques. Durant une mission en tant que régulateur, il a croisé le chemin de Corban Yaxley, son ancien camarade de dortoir à l'école.  Après avoir remarqué ses talents dans le domaine, Corban a presque naturellement proposé à Buck de rejoindre l'entreprise Yaxley à la fin de son service publique. Malgré l'offre attrayante du Ministère pour devenir officiellement régulateur ministériel après une formation éclair, Buck a plutôt suivi l'attrait des gros chèques promis par Corban, nécessaires pour élever l'enfant dont sa copine était enceinte.

Buck a travaillé pendant plus de dix ans pour les Yaxley, les assistant dans les chasses aux licheurs, spectres et autres nuisibles non pris en charge par le Ministère; et une ou deux fois, il s'est retrouvé à arrondir les fins de mois au black, son salaire ayant tendance à finir sous la forme de jetons du MCC ou en substance alcoolisée plutôt qu'en couches pour sa fille et en fleurs pour sa femme. En 1995, après dix ans de bons et loyaux services, Buck s'est vu licencié lorsque l'entreprise a été dissoute, Yaxley sr et jr rejoignant les rangs du Lord comme Mangemorts à temps plein.

Il s'est retrouvé sans emploi, fraîchement divorcé et une cible de choix pour les Travellers, un gang auprès duquel il s'était endetté pour échapper au loanshark précédent. Désespéré d'avoir un salaire pour les rembourser, il est devenu détective privé jusqu'à complètement perdre les pédales après la mort de sa fille cadette, sombrant dans des substances et affaires plus illicites que jamais. Rattrapé par les Travellers, il a mis ses services à leur profit pendant des années, jusqu'à rembourser sa dette en totalité en 2005. En désespoir de cause et bien décidé à quitter le monde du crime organisé, c'est vers son vieux pote Corban que Buck s'est tourné et, en l'honneur de leur amitié d'antan, le Yaxley lui a offert une place au sein de la WVBD en tant que Handler.

Autant dire que la vie ne l'a pas du tout porté là où il s'y attendait, mais au final, Buck se trouve plutôt chanceux d'en être arrivé là.

orientation & état civil  » Il a rencontré Anne quand il vivait encore dans le monde moldu, et ils sont tombés amoureux l'un de l'autre sans savoir qu'ils étaient tous les deux sorciers. Leur vie a été chamboulée quand Buck s'est fait rattraper par la justice magique, et qu'Anne a découvert quelques semaines plus tard qu'elle était enceinte: c'est pour rencontrer sa fille que Buck a été si conciliant lors de son procès, et a tout accepté du Ministère. A seulement vingt-quatre et vingt-deux ans respectivement, Anne et Buck ont galéré à joindre les deux bouts et à élever leur fille Stevie (1984). Ils ont tout de même décidé de répéter l'expérience quelques années plus tard, après leur mariage, donnant naissance à Maggie (1992).

Sa petite vie de couple en apparence parfaite a volé en éclats quand Buck a définitivement succombé à ses vices peu après la mort accidentelle de Maggie, alors âgée de huit ans. Divorcé depuis, il n'a pas entendu parler de sa femme (qu'il insulte copieusement à la moindre occasion, et dont l'existence est la plaie de la sienne) depuis des années maintenant, Stevie devenant une adulte bien trop tôt à son goût et l'empêchant de l'utiliser comme terrain d'entente avec Anne. Depuis, Buck reste donc avec sa compagne éternelle: la bouteille.

camp  » Buck a choisi le gouvernement il y a bien longtemps, après avoir vendu son frère aux autorités lorsque ce dernier voulait désespérément rejoindre l'Ordre. Une part de lui ne regrette toujours pas ses actions.

baguette  » La baguette de Buck est solide et inflexible, tout le contraire de son propriétaire. Longue de vingt-six centimètres virgule quatre, composée de bois de chêne et d'un crin de licorne, elle tient bien la route depuis qu'il l'a achetée chez Ollivander l'année de ses dix-sept ans (celle de ses études ayant décidé de casser quelques jours avant ses NEWTs - super).

patronus  » Fût un temps, il prenait l'apparence d'un renard, fûté et débrouillard; mais cela fait bien longtemps qu'il ne sait plus l'invoquer.

épouvantard  » Son épouvantard apparaît toutes les nuits dans ses cauchemars, et prend la forme du cadavre de sa fille Maggie, son regard accusateur tourné vers lui: silencieusement, elle lui rappelle encore et encore qu'il n'était pas là pour la sauver lorsqu'elle avait besoin de lui.

particularité(s)  » Petit, Buck était passionné par les exploits de Houdini, après une après-midi passée dans la vieille bibliothèque de ses grands-parents, où étaient constamment rangés ouvrages tant sorciers que moldus. Il est rapidement devenu fasciné par les actes de "magie moldue", comme il les appelait, et particulièrement le travail des prestigidateurs et autres illusionistes sans pouvoir. Il a pratiqué un nombre incalculable de tours de magie moldus dans sa chambre, avec des paquets de cartes et des colombes en papier. C'est sans surprise que son cerveau a manqué d'exploser lorsqu'il a appris l'existence de la magie sans baguette - les possibilités sont devenues immenses à ses yeux.

Buck s'est plongé corps et âme dans cette pratique de la magie, à l'époque soutenu par ses parents et professeurs qui avaient enfin trouvé chez le gamin un intérêt académique et, plus tard, soutenu lors de sa formation d'Auror au Ministère. Lorsqu'il a tourné le dos au monde magique, Buck a tout de même continué son éducation en la matière, principalement en autodidacte, utilisant ses connaissances pour peaufiner les tours de passe-passe autrement moldus qu'il présentait sur scène une fois par semaine. Après son arrestation et son procès, pendant deux ans, il a été obligé de porter des bagues gravées de runes à chaque doigt de la main pour l'empêcher de pratiquer. Mais il n'a jamais perdu le pli.

Il est très loin d'être un professionnel en la matière, mais c'est un expert dans tous les tour de passe-passe imaginables, généralement invisibles, qu'il peut commander autour de ses mains. Faire disparaître puis réapparaître certains objets, faire léviter des babioles, faire apparaître de nulle part des rubans multicolores: autant d'applications limitées qu'étrangement précises, qui le sont devenues plus encore au fil des années. Capable de déverouiller les portes, changer la couleur d'un habit ou manipuler avec dextérité un appareil à distance, Buck a trouvé beaucoup d'utilité à la magie sans baguette, même si il préfère nettement utiliser l'artefact acheté chez Ollivander pour la plupart des sorts les plus communs.

Buck sent l'after-shave de mauvaise qualité quand il ne pue carrément pas l'alcool rance de la veille et la cigarette. Ses travers et ses vices sont écrits partout sur lui mais grâce à sa position privilégiée d'Handler, et de vieil ami de Corban, on le laisse plutôt tranquille. Surtout après l'avoir écouté faire le parfait petit partisan du Lord, ce qu'il est en réalité sincèrement. Le pays ne s'est jamais mieux porté que sous son règne, d'après Buck. ⊹ Il vit seul, avec ses cannettes de bière vides et ses boîtes de bouffe. Buck ne prend pas trop soin de lui, au cas où vous n'auriez pas compris. ⊹ Malgré ses manières crasses, le fait qu'il soit toujours en retard, son tempérament explosif et sa tendance à la violence, Buck n'est clairement pas le pire Handler du lot, à défaut d'être le mieux apprêté. Une partie de lui aime bien ce qu'il fait, même si les Hounds lui font froid dans le dos. Il a toujours voulu travailler dans la policeuh nationaleuh, n'a jamais fini sa formation d'Auror, donc rejoindre la VB a été une aubaine pour lui. ⊹ Buck se cache un peu sous son image de mec pas propre et à côté de la plaque en permanence, n'ayant jamais éprouvé la moindre fierté à attirer les regards ou l''attention de ses pairs. En réalité, il est plutôt habitué à suivre plutôt qu'à mener, et à subir plutôt qu'à infliger. Buck aime les ordres, il aime la structure, il aime pouvoir avoir quelqu'un à blâmer de ses propres actions. ⊹ Il a de nombreux tatouages, surtout sur le torse, qui semblent tous appartenir à une autre vie. Sa femme les détestait tous. ⊹ Il adore les plantes, même si il est incapable de les garder en vie. Il y en a environ vingt qui sont dans des états plus ou moins avancés de décomposition dans son petit appartement. ⊹ Il n'utilise pas souvent la magie en baguette, la gardant encore dans le revers de son coeur comme un secret. Pour lui, il y a vraiment quelque chose de magique à ça. Il est sorcier, a toujours été sorcier, a grandi sorcier - et pourtant, s'émerveille comme un gamin devant les tours de passe-passe les plus basiques. We all know that magic exists, lui a un jour dit son ex-femme avec une tendresse inavouée, but you, Buck, you actually believe in magic.

trigger warnings: mort, dépression, infidélité, mort d'un enfant, langage cru, violence conjuguale, alcoolisme, jeux d'argents, abléisme, mentions explicites.

1960 » "And here he is, a handsome baby boy! - Look at him! Claire, look at him! - Yes, yes, I see him James... he has your eyes. - And a strong handshake, same as me. Right, James? Jim? Jimmy? - I like Jimmy. - Jimmy then. Look, Jimmy, that's your Mum, and that's your uncle Kieran, and that's your uncle Ian... they all came 'round to say hi. Hi, family! - He can't understand you, you know that, right? - Don't rain on my parade, hun. I've waited a long time for this."

tw: mort d'un parent 1968 » "James...? - ... - James, come on, everyone's downstairs. - I don't want to see anyone. - ... listen, pal, I know this is a weird and... and a painful day for you. So it is for everyone's downstairs. - ... - I'm not saying that you owe them anything or whatever. But the people downstairs, they're just trying to say goodbye to your da. They all loved him very much, you know? - ... - ...what are you reading? - ... - Ah, Houdini! Your da loved that book. - ... he did? - Yeah. Him and I, we used to come here often when your gran was busy with Ian. He used to grab random books and read them to me although I think he made up half of the stories he told me. You've read a coupla books off these shelves, right? - ... yeah. - Aye, so you know that some of them are magical. Real magical, right? Stuff my da got from his da who got them from his da and so on. - Right. - Well, your da, he always said: that book right there, that Houdini book, that's what magic's all about."

tw: mort d'un parent 1969 » "He's ugly. - James, don't say that, that's your brother. Plus, you looked just like him when you were just born. Those beautiful blue eyes. Your father had the same, you know? - Yeah, yeah, I know, Mum, you said that about a thousand times... - Well, it's true. Anyone could tell you that your father's eyes were clear like a river. - Cool... well, that tiny beast's ugly. Also, Montgomery is a lousy name. It sounds like an old man's name. - That's what your father wanted, James. - Stop calling me that! - Don't you raise your voice at me, James Kieran Douglas Buch-- - Stop! Stop, stop, STOP! - James! - Don't call me that! James's dead, he's gone, he's never coming back! STOP!"

tw: langage cru 1971-1978 » "The name's Yaxley. Corban Yaxley. - I'm James. Buck. - That's your name? James Buck? - James Buchanan. I prefer Buck. - Alright... and you are? - Severus Snape. - ...right... and you? - My name's Kingsley Shacklebolt. - Ah! Are you Chadwick's brother? - Himself. - Finally some good news. - ...alright, bigots, I'm going to bed. Nice to meet you all." (...) "This fucking bitch Evans-- - Hey, don't call her that! - We get it, Severus, you have the hots for the mudblood. But damn she's still a fucking bitch - robbed me out of the best grade in Slughorn's class! - I said: don't call her that. - Wow, calm down, Severus. - Hey, pal, knock it off. It's fine, it's not like she can hear us anyway. - Thank you, James. - Corban, I told you a million times that you should just call me Buck. - Alright, Fuck." (...) "Ten points from Slytherin. - Are you serious right now? - You're not supposed to be here, 'Buck.' - Are you fucking serious right now, Kingsley? You wanna fucking go? - Sure, punch the prefect, that'll work out for you well, mate." (...) "Let's not talk about our plans for after Hogwarts, Corban. You're a great pal and I don't want to ruin that." (...) "You're joining the Aurors? Really? You're not going to last a day. - Fuck you, Shacklebolt. I'll be the damn fucking Auror to ever be."

tw: dépression 1979 » "Quitting already, uh? - YEAH WELL FUCK YOU YOU SELF-RIGHTEOUS PUREBLOOD DICKHEAD!" (...) "James, you've been in bed all day. - Just leave me alone, Ma." (...) "Reading that book again, uh? - ... - Your father used to say-- - I'm not fucking eight anymore, uncle Kie, so leave me the fuck alone." (...) "Are you going to stay with us for long? - What, you're not happy that your older bro is hanging out with you? - No, I am... - But...? - I don't know. You really wanted to be an Auror... - Oh fuck off, Monty. What do you know? You're ten fucking years old. - Hey, Mum said to not swear!"

1980 » "Alright, ladies and gentlemen, if you could please look at my hand... ah shit, fuck, sorry, that's a new trick, it's not supposed to--" (...) "Hail and well met, ladies and gentlemen! My name is James- I mean- my name is Horatio the prestigi- prestidigi- presdi- FUCK--" (...) "Hewwo, ladies and gentlemen- no that won't do--" (...) "Hey, kids. My name's Jim and I'm here to show you a few fucking amazing magic tricks. - What does 'fucking' mean? - ... don't tell your Mum I said that." (...) "Good evening, ladies and gentle... oh, only ladies tonight? Lucky me. Well, ladies, let me take you tonight on a surprising and mysterious walk down the treacherous paths of magic and illusion... My name is Horatio the Headstrong, I am a master of the uncanny arts. Now, who would like to come on stage to do some magic with me and see if some sparks fly?"

1981-1982 » "Nice bit about the flying sparks. - Yeah, you like it? You wouldn't believe the time it took me to come up with that. - I can only imagine." (...) "So do you sleep with all your groupies, or just me? - You a groupie? - You did sweep me off backstage after your little gig... - True. Well, to answer your question, just you, actually..." (...) "Buck... I love you. - ... - You don't have to say it back or anything but-- - Anne, I... I love you too." (...) "Wait... is that a magic wand?! - O-oh no, that's just a stick, erm, a piece of woo-- - ... I'm a wizard too. - Oh thanks fuck. - You're a terrible liar by the way. I mean, for a lawyer. - Lawyers don't lie, Buck. Only criminals do. - And magicians." (...) "I mean... do you want to keep it? - I... I think I do. Is that alright? - I... I need to think about it." (...) "I'm going to be an uncle?! - Yes, Monty, isn't that great? - And I a gran... - Come on, Ma, you're not happy that little Jimmy's getting hitched? - ...is it really such a good idea, Buck? You just met the girl. And you're keeping it on the muggle side... - Wow, thanks for the support." (...) "I don't care what my Mum says, Anne. I love you, I love you so much, and we're having this baby. Together. - Together, or not at all. - Yes. I'm going to get so many gigs, I'll save up for you and little Stevie. We're going to be happy, babe, I promise."

1983 » "So let's review. For the past three years, you've been employed as an independant artist on the muggle side, performing in children's birthday parties and the likes, taking money from hardworking, gullible muggles while using party tricks and wandless magic to... what is it? Make pennies disappear, doves fly from hats and cards magically get drawn? - ... - Buck, please say something. - Yes, your Honors. - So you were deliberately using magic in front of muggles for the better part of the last thirty-six months. - ... - Is that right? - They didn't know it was magic! - Mr Buchanan, would you be so kind as to read the following document? - 'James Buchanan Jr aka Horatio the Headstrong, prestigidator and...' - Yes? You didn't read the full document, Mr Buchanan. - '...magic practicioner...' - Can you please confirm that this is your so-called business card? - ...yes... - So they were paying you for performing magic, is that right? - ...yes. But they didn't know-- - Buck, please don't say anything else. (...) "James Buchanan Jr, you are accused of performing magical acts in front of muggles repeatedly in the last three years for financial purposes. You have been purposefully using a loophole in our legal system regarding magical performance in front of muggles and you have been knowingly threatening the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy all this time with no regards for the safety of your fellow wizards and mages. Following your compliance and excellent behaviour during this trial, the Wizenmagot is willing to show some clemency to your case, on the conditions that you plead guilty, that you renounce your right to appeal the Wizenmagot's final decision, and that you use your many gifts for the betterment of wizarding society and under the direct orders of the Ministry of Magic. Do you understand? - Yes, your Honors. - How do you plead? - I plead guilty."

1983-1984 » "Anne, I love you with all my heart. I'm so thankful that I have met you. You really helped me turn my life around and you inspire me every day to be a better man. When I met you, I gained a family, a woman who loves me as I am and who helps me strive for the best life has to offer. I love you so much and I'm so thankful that I get to marry you today. I vow to love you and cherish you until the day I do." (...) "I do. - I do." (...) "So I hear you got married. - Yes! We're very happy. Anne's pregnant. - That explains it..." (...) "How long do you have left on your community service. - Another year or so, why? - I think you would appreciate working for us more. Being an independant contractor - that's where real money is. - I don't know, Corban, I'm doing very well at the Ministry... - I'm just saying, old friend. If you want to spend the rest of your life living off our government's stipend, that's your choice. But with that potential of yours, you could do so much more." (...) "Hey Buck... it's Monty. You know, your brother? You haven't replied to my previous letters... I just wanted to say that I miss you. I heard you got married? I'm very happy for you. Mum is really worried, you haven't replied to her letters. We miss you a lot."

tw: dépression post-partum, infidélité 1985 » "Yeah, I'm going for a drink with the guys tonight. I'll be back soon." (...) "So how's everything at home? - Fucking shit, man. Ever since Stevie's birth she's been... ugh, tell you what, I'm going to say it: she's been a fucking pain in the ass. Just dragging herself around whining and shit stuff. I swear to fuck, when I come home from work, man, I just want to enjoy a beer and stuff and kick back, you know? - Yeah. - Yeah, well, not under Anne's fucking rule. She can be such a bitch sometimes." (...) " Listen, Buck, I just miss you so much. You're right here, and I miss you so much... it's like I can't get to you, these days. - Babe, I'm doing my best. - I know, baby, I know. But I feel like you've put up a wall around you and I don't know what to do..." (...) "Come on sweetheart, we don't need to be talking about my wife tonight..." (...) "Of course I love you, Remy, but I can't well leave my wife - my kid's just born. Come on, baby, it's all good, look at me. It's you and me, okay? I love you so much, Remy. We're good."

tw: infidélité 1986 » "You walked out on your girlfriend after she almost died?! - I mean... yeah, what was I supposed to do? - I don't know, I mean... Pretty cold, don't you think? I thought you loved her. - Oh, she'll be fine. I mean, I was not going to stay with her waiting for the right moment to break up with her, that's bullshit, right? She almost lost her two goddamn legs! - That's what I mean, Buck, Jesus. - It's fine. - Does Anne know? - Does Anne know? Are you fucking insane? Of course she doesn't know. You'd be speaking to a dead man if she did."

1992 » "I don't want us to be that couple that has a kid to fix their marriage. - Anne, come on, baby... there's nothing to fix, it's not like that. - Buck, I don't know... - I swear, this is the best thing that could happen to us. You'll see, I promise." (...) "Look at her! God, she's so beautiful. Stevie, look at your little sister. Isn't she adorable? -  She's ugly. - You looked just like her when you were born. -  Ew!" (...) "See? We're happy." (...) "Buck... I love you." (...) " Okay, maybe she's not so bad." (...) "Girls... I love you so much."

tw: violence conjuguale 1996 » "Yup, that's my office. James Buchanan Jr, private eye. - ...wow... - ...thanks for the support, bro. - I mean... yeah. - ...'yeah'? - There's not much else to say. That's a tiny office. - Fuck you, Monty." (...) "Ouch! What was that for? - You felt that? Wow. I thought the five liters of alcohol you drank last night would have dulled that one out. - Did you just slap me-- - Clearly you were not hearing your alarm. - Oh for fuck's sake, Anne... - What, are you well decided on living off my salary and you can just sleep through the day? I thought your little P.I. thing was working out? - It's not my fault Corban fired me, Anne. And I'm doing my best, I have a few leads-- - It's your fault you never became your own person. - Babe-- OUCH! What was that one for?! - I hate it when you make that face. Get over yourself, James." (...) "So Mum's mad at you because...? - Errr, well, uh, it's complicated... - Is it money stuff? - Well, yeah, it's-- wait, how do you know that? - I heard her talking about it with her friend. You know, the one with the hooked nose. - Oh... did she now... - Yah. - Did she say anything else? - Just that you were a loser. - ...sounds like your Mum. Do you think I'm a loser, Stevie? - No, you're like the best dad, eveeeeeer. - Good girl. I love you loads, Stevie, you know that right? - Yah."

tw: mort d'un enfant, dépression, alcoolisme, jeux d'argent, mention de violence, langage cru 2000 » "I'm so sorry, M. Buchanan. The mediwizards and head surgeon did everything they could but we couldn't save her." (...) "Buck? Oh, Buck... - Leave me alone... - Buck, come on, I'm here-- - I don't care, just fuCKING LEAVE ME ALONE." (...) "I think I'm going to go back to New York for a while and stay with my folks. Stevie kind of wants to go too... - ... - You're not going to say anything? - What the FUCK do you want me to say, Anne? You're a fucking quitter, of course you're fucking off on the other end of the world right now when I NEED you." (...) "Hey, Buck, it's Monty. I hope you're okay, bro, everyone's very worried... call me back, alright?" (...) "Maggie, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so fucking sorry..." (...) "Sir? Uh, Sir, sorry, we're closing up for the night... do you need me to call the Knightbus? - Pal, I'm goin' to need you to shut the FUCK up before I BASH your fucking head in." (...) "Where's your Archer watch? - My what now? - Your Archer watch...? I got it for you for our tenth. - Oh, that... errr, not sure. - ...did you gamble with it? - Anne... - Oh for fuck's SAKE, BUCK!" (...) "I think you should sleep on the couch tonight." (...) "Buck? - Uh... Maggie... hungry... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... - Fucking hell, stop. STOP FUCKING CRYING GODDAMNIT! I fucking HATE YOU! - ...AND I HATE YOU TOO, BITCH!"

tw: violence conjuguale, langage cru 2001 » "What the FUCK, Anne?! - Fuck you! - No, fuck you. Shit, you almost fucking killed me-- -  That's what you deserve, you fucking piece of shit-- - My hand-- - Where the fuck is the money, Buck? Where? - The money's coming-- -  Fucking LIAR! - THAT WAS MY NOSE YOU FUCKING WHORE!" (...) "You got roughhoused by your wife? Dude. - Roughoused?! This bitch broke my fucking nose and my fucking finger! - Come on, pal, that's your wife we're talking about. She weighs like a one hundred fifty pounds tops. - Well, she has a mean fucking punch. Damnit." (...) "Listen, baby, I'm so fucking sorry, I'll find the money, I promise... -  No more of that, Buck, I'm done. I'm so fucking tired of watching you slowly kill yourself and embarass me. I'm out. - You fucking bitch. If you walk out that door, there's no coming back! DID YOU HEAR ME?! IF YOU WALK OUT THAT DOOR--" (...) "Yeah, I decided to leave her. She'd say it was a mutual decision but the truth is, it was mine." (...) "Just got your letter. What do you MEAN I need to pay child support - Stevie is going to be seventeen in two months and you got this hot-shot lawyer job... Anne, you're fucking KILLING me. And don't you fucking ignore this Howler, ALRIGHT?!" (...) "Listen, babe, come back... I love you... Please, babe..." (...) "I FUCKING HATE YOU YOU FUCKING WHORE."

2002-2005 » "Please... I just need two more weeks... I'll have the money-- FUCK! THAT WAS MY FACE YOU MOTHERFUCKER--" (...) "Aw come on, mate, you're my best friend! - Yeah right." (...) "Anne, I really, really, really need your help. Please reply to this letter. Jesus, Anne, I'm going to fucking die if you don't reply to this letter. Think of Stevie. You know what it's like, losing a father..." (...) "Alright pal, yeah, we 'ave wahrk fahr you, boeht I'm naht sure you're goin' to like it. - I'll do anything." (...) "And 'ere's to Jemmy Jem and 'is first pent o' Guinness! - This shit is disgusting, yous should all go back to planting potatoes." (...) "IN DUBLIN'S FAIR CITYYYYY, WHERE GIRLS ARE SO PRETTYYYY, I FIRST SET MY EEEEEYES ON SWEEEEET MOLLYYYYY MALONE...." (...) "You've been great, Jemmy Jem. Now you get to meet de bahsses. 'is name is Darragh, 'er name is Grainne.- Gro...gna? - Yeah, boeht Engleshmen like you call 'er Remy. - .......wait a second......" (...) "You sure you dahn't want to wahrk fahr oehs again? - Neal, no offence, but no fucking way. I don't owe you any money anymore, I'm done, I'm clear, I'm starting over and that's that on that. - Alright, pal. I know you'll be back soon enooehgh anyway - goehys like you always are."

2005 » "Aye, pal, I'm all straightened out, you're looking at a new Buck. - Still look like the same asshole to me..." (...) "Hey Stevie. I don't know what's up with you these days, I hope it's okay that I'm calling. Errr, you never replied to my letter, that's okay I guess. Just thinking about you today. Well, duh, it's your birthday. ...right? Yeah, yeah it is. Well, I'm thinking about you. You're twenty-one today. I sent you a lil' something in the mail, I hope you get it... your mum was the one to give me your cristal ball number, hope it's alright. If it's not, tell her about it. Do you guys talk a lot? ...is she okay? Does she say anything about me? Errr, I guess it doesn't matter, I don't care... in any case... I love you loads, Stevie, I love you so much, and I hope you're okay. Call me if there's anything." (...) "So how's the new job? - Fucking horrendous. But it pays the bills. You wouldn't believe what we get away with... especially me, being Corban's old pal and all. But let me know you, some of them Hounds, they're super freaky." (...) "Hey Stevie! I got your message. I'd love to have dinner with you, maybe not at my flat though, it's pretty small. How about this fancy restaurant on Diagon Alley, you know the steak restaurant? Oh, wait, you're still a vegetarian or something? A vegan? Shit I don't remember, uh. Well I guess, call me back or leave me a message or whatever you call it. Love you loads." (...) "You need to STOP fucking calling me, JAMES! We're divorced, we're nothing, not anymore, and nothing is going to change that, you pathetic piece of shit. Merlin fucking hell, James, just get a fucking grip. The truth is, we were never anything."

tw: abléisme 2006 » "Monty, what the FUCK are you doing? Uncle Kie called me, he said someone had broken into his house, for fuck's sake, I thought it was-- - Buck?! You're not supposed to be here! - Like I said, Uncle Kie called me-- wait, Monty, what are you doing here? - I'm just... I'm just getting some of dad's old books... - Monty... - It's true, Buck. The Peverell thing-- - I fuckng know that it's true, I did the same test as you! - We can't let him get it. - Him?! - The Lord... - Monty, are you off your fuCKING MEDS?! - B-Buck, I-- - You're fucking insane if you think that I'm going to let you-- - B-Buck I'm so sorry- Petrificus Totalus! - Did yoU JUST ATTACK ME YOU SON OF A-- EXPELLIARMUS!"

tw: mentions explicites 2007 » "Yeah, well, again, I don't know where Monty is, ma. - I miss him. - I know you do. - He's nicer than you. - ...so I hear." (...) "I'm not late, Corban, I'm right on time." (...) "Errr... dad? - Uh? - ...I thought we were meeting for brunch today? - ...shit. Let me put something on, ugh." (...) "That happened at the wedding? Shit, pal. These fuckers have no honour. - It was crazy. Spells and those hybrids everywhere. - Yikes. Well I'm glad I got the day off. Went to Brighton and this new underground stripper bar opened, right, and..." (...) "I had a lot of fun last night... - Yeah, uh, me too... what's your name again? ...and how old are you?" (...) "Well fuck YOU, Anne, fuck YOU, fuck YOU, FUCK YOU!" (...) "One more drink! - You're going to regret that when you wake up in the morning, Buck. - Pal, I regret waking up every morning, trust me, I'll be fine." (...) "What do you mean I get a new Hound? Erika was totally fine-- - Buck, she was arrested last night. - ...well shit. What did she do? - She resisted arrest when some of our guys caught her trying to shop at Macey's yesterday. - ...and? - Buck, hybrids can't do that anymore. - Wait, for real? - ... - Damn. Sucks to be them, I guess. - Yeah, well. You'll get a new Hound soon enough. And, just in case, alcohol is illegal, too. Remember? - I don't have any alcohol with me. - Buck, you reek. - Corban, stop sniffing my butt and let's focus on catching the bad guys, eh?"

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