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lawfrisk‌:

‘‘Are you still practicing?’‘ Another kind of spark lit up the browns of Lawrence’s eyes. He’s forgotten, for a moment, the essential. ‘‘You should. I’ll show you why. Considering how much you progressed in such a short time…’’ He had to change his phrasing and the route. ‘‘With the right amount of practice, you have the ability to surpass any normal elemental in wielding their element. Granted, not all of them at once. You have better skills in some than others, but your skills appear spectacular.’‘

“Why?” He dodged the question of whether he was still practicing, and skipped straight to dismissing why he would want to, denying his own curiosity of how far he could push himself and the satisfaction of new accomplishment. “I mean, what purpose does it serve? What does it get me to be more powerful than any normal elemental?”

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betternott‌:

The endearing look in her eyes when she looked at him was obvious even to a stranger. Diana was besotted, looking at him through rose colored glasses. “A party full of people I can tell this to later is the perfect time. You know how i like being the center of attention.” It was a known fact about her. Telling everyone she would start the new year engaged was everything she dreamed of. While they weren’t dating for so long, the concept of dating at all was foreign to her, which is why she thought they were together long enough that this wasn’t rushed or sudden. They went on a romantic get away in Paris and got along great there. They were ready to take the next step. Her eyes widened when he said he wanted to propose the first night in Paris. Why didn’t he? She pushed those thoughts to the side. It didn’t matter. At least he was going to do it now. That was what mattered. Diana blushed when he reminded her about the first night they spent together. It was perfect. 

“I think it’s a great time. I’m ready.” Diana knew what he was going to say. Or at least she thought she did. “Calm down. Take a deep breath. I think it’s the perfect moment. Don’t worry about it.” She thought he was nervous about proposing to her and finding the right words, but she knew that he would do great and if not, she’d just tell everyone how great and romantic it was. No one needed to know that he was nervous if he didn’t want them to. She’d cover for him and paint him in the way she saw him as. Her prince in shining armour. “I know the thought of it scares you, but you don’t have to worry about anything. We’re in this together. I love you. We’re ready for this next step in our relationship. Of course, it’s going to change some things and it will take time for you to adjust to it, but I know you can do it. Change is good. Especially this one. Mother will be so happy.”  She continued smiling none the wiser that this wasn’t what he planned on saying at all. “I’m sorry. I’m just really excited. I’ll be quiet now. You can propose.”

“Not like this.” He was too caught up in his own angst and context that he couldn’t hear his words as Diana heard them or understand her responses in return, but he did know as much as that something was misunderstood. This was the worst way to be the center of attention, and she’d want it kept quiet like she had when Marc had been cheating on her. Why couldn’t she have taken the advice he’d given her after Marc more strongly to heart and saved them both from this mess?

He still couldn’t comprehend just how the message was being garbled as Diana continued glowing and supportive, using the word love, which made the nonsense response of, “penguin biscuits,” said like a curse, tumble from his lips, a callback to when Kate Stone had used the same words on him and he found himself talking with Diana, making analogies between Kate and the muggle chocolate covered biscuits, something he was sure he loved and could say as much casually if he chose, something he couldn’t get enough of, and something too sweet he knew he’d inevitably be sick to his stomach over and turn away from the next day. It wasn’t fair and it didn’t fit for Diana the same way--Diana was a constant and he did and would always love her even if he didn’t want to touch in his mind whether he was in love or just in infatuation with her-- but it was all he could think of to say. Just as well she was still talking and probably didn’t hear him or remember the reference if she did. 

He was distracted by love, but not so much that he didn’t finally put together the much worse than he could have thought misunderstanding a few seconds before she made it utterly apparent.

“Propose?” he was sure his voice had raised a few octaves embarrassingly. He drained his champagne flute, holding onto it too tightly. “Dot, are you....”

Then invisible hands pulled him backward while his feet stayed planted and his head swam in an opposite direction as the room faded. His stomach visited his throat and then his toes, and, by the time it returned to its normal position, Diana was gone. “...delusional?”

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alkimean‌:

‘‘Slamming against walls does sound like Bellamy,’‘ Charlie commented sarcastically, but he could buy it. Under the right amount of pressure, anyone could break. He watched Scorpius and tried to be the judge of his truth, unsuccessfully so, because he didn’t know the first thing about him. For that, he was inclined to call it a lie, but he checked with Roxanne with a look. He clicked his tongue before talking again. ‘‘You’re not very convincing, I’ll tell you that from the start, but now I can look at this from a different angle. Why would you be lying? Word goes they kidnapped you.’‘

Roxanne shook her head “no” when Charlie looked for her opinion. “No blood on the wall. You had a gash on your head but no blood on the wall.” It was a lie. There had been a smear, but she wanted to see Scorpius’s response.

The response came after too long a pause as if he’d had to think--and Scorpius had--but steadily. “Bullshit. You’d be terrible in forensics. And what would that prove anyway?” Then Scorpius looked to Charlie. “Word is right. I lost four months of my life to those assholes. You think I’d let one go on purpose?”

Roxanne had a quick response to that too, even if Charlie didn’t. She really did want to believe Scorpius, but she had to force the issue like she would with anyone she didn’t have selfish reasons to want to buy into. “Frisk let you go, didn’t he? Nobody knows why.” Her eyes flickered to Charlie as if asking for confirmation that he didn’t know why. Bellamy had said the experiment was over but that could mean a lot of things. “Maybe he had made sleeper agents and they were finally ready.”

Scorpius grew rigid and his eyes turned daggers for a moment. “Fun conspiracy theory. How are you going to test it out? You going to put me in the basement next and imperio me for information?”

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weasleyvictory‌:

‘‘Beyond jealous,’‘ she deadpanned, still eyeing him, before losing eye contact in favor of the mirror. She only regained real interest, facing Scorpius again, though she had been listening all along, when he mentioned what seemed to be the aftermaths of being kidnapped by the Mayte. She turned on her sympathetic face for a split minute before they moved onto better things. It was the nice and human thing to do.

Apparating at the Burrow on Christmas was limited to certain spots to secure the place, but Victoire still remembered the old red couch in the kitchen. It was probably too sudden of an entrance, but that was what they were going for, weren’t they? Suddenly surrounded by red heads, she smiled unknowingly. As much as she tried to hide it, it smelled like home and that was still comforting no matter how fast she’d be running away from it. 

‘’Grandma!’’ She was always first. ‘’Grandma…’’ she sighed into the woman’s hair in a hug. Then, reminded of the context, she remained in Molly Weasley’s arms while turning around to the rest of the family. She quickly checked their faces, sad to notice they were less surprised by her actually showing up and more taken with Scorpius. ‘’Oh, right. Look what the cat dragged in.’’ Like a child, she glanced at her parents, feeling fifteen again. ‘’No one faint. I’m getting married. This is Scorpius Malfoy. We love each other.’’

‘‘Honestly? Finally,’‘ grandma broke the ice joyfully, while everyone else seemed in confusion and skepticism still. Her grandparents wanted their eldest grandchild to get married already. 

Victoire’s voice turned hoarse, but still overwhelmed by adrenaline. This wasn’t an usual game she played. ‘’Fleur, Bill…’’ she began, knowing that the only ones with reactions worth worrying about had to be mum and dad. Upon scanning the room, she was relieved that Louis seemed to not be in the room at the moment. 

‘‘It’s very nice to meet you, Scorpius,’‘ madame Weasley spoke bravely, knowing how to be diplomatic although her still artistically beautiful face said nothing but disapproval for how the bomb was dropped, all directed at Victoire. She stretched out her hand in an attempt at warmth. The sad part was that it was entirely believable Vic would get married to someone her family didn’t even know. She hardly ever spoke to them. 

Bill took a step ahead, although taken aback. He wasn’t afraid of young boys or preparing to be threatening in front of his daughters’ boyfriends. The shock was real and almost thermic, since this wasn’t a relationship as much as a marriage announcement, but he was adaptable enough. He eyed Victoire with a sober face, analyzing his daughter. He chose to trust her like he trusted her with all the questionable choices she’s been making lately. Victoire was a good child. ‘’Welcome to the family, Scorpius. And this small crowd isn’t even half of us, so get prepared. You’ll have to learn quite a few names. And I’d love to get to know you.’’ Victoire felt a sudden wave of emotion over how well her father was handling it. Her smile reeked of gratitude before she even noticed it. 

Dominique seemed conflicted, though intrigued, nudging Victoire gently. It was the first amiable interaction they had with each other in months and when her sister rose on her toes to hug her, she knew she had an authentic bride-to-be reaction to show, even though she wasn’t that good of an actress. Yet, in that moment, it was great to imagine how emotional this would be if real. She knew instantly that if her chosen spouse took Scorpius’ place, not much would be different at all after all.

‘‘Welcome to the family,’‘ uncle Ron mirrored, handing Scorpius a small glass already pouring some alcohol in it. Victoire smirked under her breath. She could have sworn she heard him whisper, just earlier, something about what kind of name is Scorpius anyway and then some gossip about the father. His wife, aunt Hermione, wasn’t looking at him with much kinder eyes, though she was the most polite of them all and she had to feel a faint air of melancholy over the son of an old school mate. His family name apparently still left a bitter taste, despite all memories, though.

Albeit confused and agitated, the rest of the present members came by to congratulate the prodigal daughter with a cheek kiss and the groom with a handshake.

Aunt Ginny, visibly weakened and paler than in other years, for this marked a year without Albus and Harry, even dared to open her mouth to ask, ‘’How is your father doing?’’

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Scorpius hadn’t been prepared for an army. He hadn’t been prepared for a threadbare red couch in a kitchen either, though that was secondary. It felt like an ambush. They’d only talked about Mum and Dad, and here Victoire was greeting Grandma like this was the plan all along to bury him in mixed graying and red hair and try to pull one over on the equivalent of two quidditch teams. And weren’t like a third of them trained aurors? He wished he had kept track. At least there would be more people to hold back Louis is he really did try and go for his throat though. Silver lining.

He was still acting the hippogriff caught in the wandlight, stiff, hovering on the edge of the crowd, and not even saying a hello when a man that had to be Grandpa to match Grandma was grabbing his hand and pumping it in an enthusiastic handshake, “Wonderful to meet you! Welcome to the family!” Scorpius would have returned part of the sentiment if given a chance, but the eldest Mr. Weasley didn’t leave one, leaving Scorpius speechless instead with his next action, keeping hold of his hand but pressing on different areas of the palm more tightly, digging in his thumb and not shaking it anymore, mumbling half to himself. “Interesting. Interesting. I almost didn’t notice, but I analyzed enchanted artifacts for a living before I retired.” 

Grandpa was batted aside by Grandma with a warning, “You’re not going to pop off the poor dear’s hand for a study, dear. You’ll scare him,” and the still tongue-tied Scorpius was enveloped in a maternal hug before he knew it and being tutted over, accused of being skin and bones like it was the worst tragedy.

Being surrounded, he’d lost track of Victoire and her parents even while Bill was speaking to him. What was with this family that all talked over each other? Was that normal? Grandma Weasley was saying something about a sweater or a lack of one in a lamenting tone as Scorpius focused on his pretend future father-in-law who was looking at him kindly, not fierce despite the capability Scorpius could see in the scarred face. “I’m looking forward to getting to know you too, sir,” Scorpius was thrown off already and forgetting his role as instigating drama as everyone else seemed to be forgetting to be aghast. Even the face Scorpius recognized as scowling at him and his father from a distance at the train station every year when he was younger and warning him to stay away from his daughter when Scorpius hadn’t even known at the time who the man’s daughter was, was now welcoming him to the family and pouring him a drink. 

Scorpius looked to Victoire for rescue or maybe to reproach her silently because this was not fun anymore already, or it was the wrong kind, a kind that hooked behind his ribs because he wasn’t supposed to feel his smile become less pasted as he shook more hands and heard nothing but positivity and love for a stranger, and to be kissing Lily’s cheek as she whispered her blessing of his relationship with Victoire in his ear. 

One question cut through the rest of the chatter, and, holy shit, it was Harry Potter’s widow. Of course, he knew Ginny Potter was related to Victoire, but it was still bizarre as the rest of the night so far to see her. He swallowed. “My father is fine. Good health. Lonely I think, just him and his investment portfolio in the manor. He should get remarried.” He paused, feeling like he either should have much more or much less to say to these people about his father. He tried to lighten it up, “He may not be doing as fine soon. Vic and I haven’t told him about the wedding either. We’re heading over there later.”

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betternott‌:

Despite Olivier’s words to her earlier in the night she chose to stay at the party instead of running away back to the Manor. She didn’t understand why he was so panicked, choosing in her naivity to put her trust into Scorpius. She still believed that if he had any doubt about tonight just being harmless fun that they would have gone and spent New Years somewhere else. He would not have put her or himself in danger like that. 

When it was nearing midnight she chose to go looking for him, excited that this was the first New Years she was spending with someone in a romantic sense. She wanted to ring the new year in with Scorpius, kiss him at midnight, the whole spiel. 

Him saying they needed to talk didn’t worry her, she didn’t notice that his tone was slightly off and that he wasn’t smiling. Instead she misinterpreted it as him being nervous about something else entirely. In her mind they were in a great place in their relationship at the moment. The only thing that would make it better was a ring on her finger. “Sure.” She was excited, her smile widening as she followed him outside. 

Diana smiling obliviously instead of jumping to conclusions made his job a lot harder. She couldn’t have the decency to accuse him of trying to break up with her so he could fault her for assuming and take the defensive from the beginning, could she? She couldn’t guess other bad news, so he knew she was prepared, or even guess the truth so he didn’t have to actually say it and could just skip to sorry?

His nerves weren’t any better by the time they made it to the door to the balcony--door he didn’t open because he could see through the glass the gold shoulder decorations of Colin’s jacket and the bright red of Roxanne’s dress, and that was not an audience he wanted. So he turned right there to face her, back to the balcony.

“So obviously this isn’t the best place or time,” he began babbling, already sorry on top of other regrets if anyone would overhear, though he kept his voice down. Maybe it was better this way though. Diana couldn’t make a scene if they weren’t  alone, and though he should give her that chance, he couldn’t say it wasn’t a part he’d like to skip. “I should have done this in Paris. I wanted to do it in Paris that first night. I was going to. You remember when I told you to sit down on the couch in the suite and I wanted to have a serious conversation before I went back to my room...and then you told me that I didn’t have to go back to my room and there went all thought about serious conversation out the window.” He was a bit wry at the last, though it was yet another nail in his coffin that he hadn’t come clean that first night and he was even jokingly trying to shift blame for that to Diana.

“I’d wait for a good moment, but there isn’t going to be a good moment. and I need to just say it...unless you really think this isn’t a good time for a conversation.” He was talking around himself in circles, changing his mind when it was already too late, “Probably can wait a little bit longer until after midnight, right? Because it’s going to change some things between us and we should just be Scorpius and Diana tonight, right?” Why did he have to be a motormouthed drunk tonight?

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lawfrisk‌:

‘‘I won’t disagree with you, if that’s your perception,’‘ Lawrence nodded with malleability, knowing silence and sheepishness were his best, most graceful arguments.

‘‘As long as they make no threats on my people, I’m happy to coexist. You don’t have to worry about me rather than them doing something off,’‘ the man pointed out, indulgent but not willing to let anyone step over him or the other Maytes again. It was simple and Scorpius had to understand. ‘‘But I do appreciate all of it. I hope you know how much.’‘  Lawrence knew he made it easy for Scorpius to like him and think twice before throwing blind hatred at him, but it was still a nice surprise to notice it had results. He appreciated the young man’s company and sudden cooperation. 

He answered with a smile as soon as Scorpius pointed out some claim to information. There was none, but it was Lawrence’s pleasure to tie him with trust further. ‘’For now there is nothing. I will let you know beforehand. I really wouldn’t like you to be caught in the middle of the fire against your will.’’

“I do worry about them, but I can’t do a damn thing about it.” There wasn’t likely to be any change of heart soon. The conversation was circular at this point, the repeated appreciation both mollifying and making guilt settle in more deeply.

“And I appreciate that.” He suddenly didn’t doubt it was true. “Though at least if I’m caught in fire I know better how to douse it.”

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betternott‌:

“Oh, of course. I figured it would be.” She smiled, her good mood returning at once. Diana really needed to get better at picking up when he was joking and when he was being serious. Scorpius was one of the people she trusted the most. “You wouldn’t drop me, I am very light for my height.”

“Foot,” he succinctly gave the reminder and excuse that he tended to go off balance still sometimes with his prosthetic when carrying anything significant when he hadn’t tuned the spells on the false foot recently enough. “Never mind. You’re ready to make an entrance now, right? Make everyone else jealous?”

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poppy-poppers‌:

Poppy picked up the pace and set the glasses down on the edge of the balcony before hopping up to sit next to them. “This whole thing’s a fucking farce and I’m just glad I’m getting paid,” she began, plucking the glass nearest her up with the tips of her fingers. She took a sip, or rather a gulp, and didn’t pause to breathe after swallowing before she dove back in. “And look, I love Nerissa. She’s my fucking sister. But this is not her scene. She’s not meant for serving at parties. She wants to enjoy them herself too much, I think? I don’t know, but it’s not working out and I doubt she’s going to be asked back and I’m already exhausted from trying to keep an eye on her while doing my own job. Which is super fucking trivial compared to the fact that at least a quarter of the people here would’ve been in Azkaban by now if it was still around.” There was so much more to say on the subject, including her speculation that the person who paralyzed her was among the crowd, but she swallowed that down along with some more alcohol. She looked back inside before nodding toward Scorpius. She’d heard a rumor a certain person were there, but she had yet to set her eyes on Lawrence Frisk himself. “Your turn. Merlin knows you’ve got more to be pissed about.”

“You don’t need to keep an eye on her.” He had started drinking from the words fucking farce, agreeing wholeheartedly, and by the time Poppy had finished talking about Nerissa, several large sips had been taken and his first drink was well on its way to being just a prop to gesture with as he talked. “I don’t even mean that in the way that’s going to make you remind me I’m an asshole, though it really isn’t your job to babysit. Maybe she won’t be asked back, but tonight has all the excuses for a server to be off their game, and nobody’s trying to get anyone fired when, yeah, some of the party guests were in Azkaban cells and not as many as what should have been.”

His turn. He took another gulp of his drink, not knowing how to start, or what he could start with. “Lawrence Frisk and the whole Beedle the Bard legend crew are here. Did Beedle write about Mayte?” The question was rhetorical, stalling. “He’s just there, where he shouldn’t be, mixing in on the edges of my life, instead of staying in the shadows where he belongs.” Scorpius held onto the glass too tightly for a moment, doing too well acting effected with heavy breaths and unfocused eyes, because he wasn’t acting at all, just having different fears than what could be assumed. Or maybe not. The worst fear was ending up in a cell without sunlight, keeping track of days to not go crazy once again, and that was what was assumed.  “He could take it all away in a moment. Just by being here, occupying the same space as Diana and Rhys and Colin, everything’s polluted. And very few people know all the faces of the people who helped him take the castle.” He chose the words carefully. “That’s about the crux of my upcoming breakdown. Though there is the trivial too if that wasn’t enough. Drama with Diana.” He rolled his eyes though it didn’t match the sinking of his stomach.

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nottexactly‌:

‘‘We really might not be that kind of friends, but my heart would still hypocritically break. Critically too. You’ll have to one day forgive conjunctures. Jon went with the Mercy themed wedding.’‘ Colin didn’t once think of it. It also wasn’t the conversation he wanted to be having, convinced that Scorpius shared the feeling, but it needed to be addressed at some point. Now was as good of a time as ever. He didn’t ask what could possibly make Scorpius dumber than his sister, so he laughed, taking it for a joke.

‘‘We’ll invite anyone who wants to be part of our big happy family,’‘ he decided with infinite generosity. ‘‘But we might need to look into those spells that suppresses dark or offensive magic. The ones that were used at some point for some party. I’m sure you were there too. I just can’t remember which one. We’ve been to a lot of parties.’‘ And his brain felt fried just thinking of the last few ones. 

“Nope, I plan on holding onto it at least until Rhys makes me best man over you to prove he’s really my best friend...so probably a few decades after I’m dead at his rate unless he does marry a hippogriff.” 

“We’ve been to a lot of parties. We’ve hosted a lot of parties with a lot of different spells. I think I remember that one though. Was it one of Thistle’s house elf tricks or did Joshua help with it? Because I can ask...or I guess I can’t ask Joshua anymore,” he stopped short and corrected himself, trying to look appropriately distressed.

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It was almost midnight. Three people had told him in the past five minutes he should find Diana, offhand or joking though for some reason it grated all the more. Don’t want to leave her alone at midnight. Like she was the one to worry about. Like it even would matter if someone else kissed her at midnight. Like he could  have a right to be upset about her kissing someone else even if it wasn’t on New Year’s Eve. 

Scorpius was a little unsteady at that point, though probably not to the extent he felt. The drinks he’d had churned his stomach, going straight to acid, which was nothing new either, just another lesson he never learned. He was carrying another drink, just a flute of champagne this time though. You couldn’t flout tradition.

He did find Diana, pink beacon that she was, or she found him. Next to her, everything, everyone else in the room paled, and every other cliche in the book, angelic halo appearing around her quite possibly included. That moment at least. It made the words that had bubbled up several times that past week at different moments finally find their voice.  

“Dot, we need to talk.” He very nearly visibly cringed at himself. All the words in the world, and he had to choose those in that order. Things weren’t quite that dire. “I have something I need to say,” he amended. “Come on out to the balcony with me.” 

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weasleyvictory‌:

‘‘You’re such a deep, misunderstood soul,’’ Victoire spelled out as if affected and touched. She didn’t think too much on it, however, memorizing the details with the same passion she deliberately refused to remember as much as his name in the past many years. Now, she was writing mental notes with quirks and hidden facts about Scorpius Malfoy. Evolution was odd. ‘’I pick up men. Even now, even engaged, I like to go to bars. For validation. I don’t do anything but pick up compliments and free drinks. I cry when I come home from work. It’s frustrating and Rita Skeeter is taking revenge for my family torturing me. But I’m strong and won’t give up on the unproductive job. There’s your deep psychological inside note on my part.’’ The truth was so sharp and, after admitting it so easily, it all felt heavy on her chest. She ignored the feeling. ‘’Too honest,’’ she declared.

‘‘I always forget she’s a freaking heroine. Sorry,’‘ Victoire passingly rolled her eyes, proud if anything, though there was some frustration at the bottom of it. ‘‘Noted. Are you ready to cause heart attacks?’‘ she inquired, checking her face in the mirror for the last time before getting out of her apartment and locking the door twice.

“I flirt with other women, another compulsion, so I understand what you’re doing but I’m still jealous because I worry about you doing better. I don’t know how to deal with the tears, but I listen and I’ve stopped telling you to just leave the job and instead encourage you to keep being a thorn in Skeeters side. She is the insecure one if she still holds a grudge this long later. I tell you that she’s jealous because of your youth, beauty, and talent as well naturally.” He didn’t take Victoire’s claim that she was being too honest as serious as it was, but he upped his own confession all the same. “I still can’t sleep without the bedroom door open and sometimes the window. I won’t step foot in any room below street level without time to prepare.”

“Ready,” he followed her out, glancing in the mirror himself before doing so. Once outside he slung an arm around her waist in preparation for her to apparate them to her parents.

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nottexactly‌:

Colin forced the shortest deadpanned laughter possible, before settling for a smile. Good it was just a joke. ‘’Fifteen? He’s Russian. We might be surprised,’’ the water elemental smiled sweetly, treating this all as lightly as possible and with non-fatherly detachment. Perhaps that was just his parenting style. His eyes went blank at the mention about planning an early summer wedding, not quite all that affected, rather than stuck between making fun of him and being borderline disrespectful regarding his own sister. The situation was complicated to comment on. He chose to begin with a playful eye roll. ‘’I don’t even know which one of you is dumber. I won’t even begin to address this nonsense. Cut me from the best man list. I have principles.’’ A joke he regretted immediately.

‘‘No, the Brighton vampire coven can blow me,’‘ he shook his head and replied sternly. Then, he reconsidered. ‘‘From distance… without the fangs… On a second thought, they can not.’‘ Of course Christmas wouldn’t materialize in the lobby, but that was part of building a plan: choosing an early date to motivate working hard. 

The eye roll had taken too long to come. Too many topics they both wanted to avoid. “Best man? What makes you think you would even be in the wedding party? I learned we aren’t that type of friends. Your answer is easy though. I’m dumber.” He didn’t elaborate on what made it so.

“Yeah, you didn’t think through that choice of words. We can invite centaurs instead--not to blow you , though that’s between you and the centaurs--to drive home the inclusivity. I’d say werewolves, less mess there to be sure, but Rhys wouldn’t want us to out any of his packmates, or whatever they call that support group he’s in, for publicity.”

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alkimean‌:

Charlie threw Roxanne a suspicious look, which indicated a significant loss of patience. ‘’Forget about the damned potion,’’ he rolled his eyes, not even needing it in order to tell if this pale boy was lying or not. He could smell liars, or so he thought. ‘’Bellamy, weakened and not generally the witch of the month, put you, big spirit elemental, to shame? You have to see the sense error here. What spells did she attack you with? What happened in detail? Relive the embarrassment for all I care. You just need to answer.’’ 

He matched the impatience of the other two in the room, adding a good measure of indigence at being questioned, and snapped his way through the answer he’d decided to stick to. “She didn’t use spells. She rushed me, slammed my head against the wall, and stole my wand. I was taken by  surprise. Who would have expected that? I thought she was asleep and I thought she was weakened, like you said.” He didn’t let the fact that Roxanne was already making derisive noises before he was half through deter him.

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poppy-poppers‌:

Poppy started to pour out the drinks and cast him an unimpressed look. “Legally I’m allowed a break, and either way I’d be drinking on it.” She shrugged and levitated the bottle back to the shelf. “Besides, never said that fourth was for me.” It was, and if he tried to touch it, she’d take his fake and his real hand off in a heartbeat. She levitated the drinks and nodded toward the nearest balcony. Brazen as she was to be drinking even on a temporary side gig, she wasn’t going to risk doing it on some crowded balcony or patio. “Let’s go. We have fifteen minutes to talk shit.”

“Fifteen minutes is never enough but I’ll take it.” He headed immediately in the direction she indicated, holding the door open for Poppy and their drinks. “Since you’re the one on the time limit, I’ll let you vent first.”

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ellievslondon‌:

“Frankly mon cher, it is insulting that you didn’t automatically order six. No - not so that you ordered some for me. So that you can catch up,” Ellie gave a tease, sliding in next to Scorpius at the bar. It was an exaggeration of the amount of alcohol she had consumed. Two shots to loosen up, and now she was nursing an amber cocktail. It wasn’t normal for her to nurse, and possibly the best give away to someone who knew her that something was off. But without Asbjorn at the party, she was lucky enough that no one knew her all that well.

“Two more then,” he ordered, not about to back down even from a joke. He’d regret it soon, but he would have regretted the four anyway. “What kind of time limit am I on to stay caught up? If this is you at six, you’re going to drink me under the table, but I’ll put in a valiant effort.” He flashed a smile and then looked Ellie up and down thoughtfully. “Are we going Noguchi tonight?” He tacked on a few words of explanation after a beat. “Chrome. Lightning bolt. It’s weak, but there’s a high chance I still impress you. The dress wouldn’t fit then either.”

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weasleyvictory‌:

‘‘You won’t even share one with your fiancee?’‘ She knew she could get the same drink from any open bar, especially the one they were at, but she wanted the one in his hand. Perhaps it was vanity or the symbolism of it, perhaps it was to prove something.

“The fiancee is an exception of course, dear.” He handed the first drink off to Victoire without missing a beat. His eyes slid past like they didn’t want to look directly at her, fixing somewhere close enough not to be too awkward, but there was no hesitance or discomfort in his voice. It was the same glib delivery as ever. “Let’s not proclaim our upcoming nuptials too loud though. Your brother is still turning interesting colors and I’m all for that, but I’m here with my girlfriend tonight and her not getting the joke isn’t as funny. I’ll see you on Bill’s birthday unless you want to stage a break up before.” There wasn’t anything as official as a goodbye before he started to walk away with his other drinks.

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betternott‌:

“Good things come to those who wait. I cannot be rushed. Perfection takes time, you know?” She teased, ignoring that he just said that he would’ve left her behind if he needed to wait for too long. That simply wouldn’t do. “I suppose that does make some sense…”

“It was a joke,” he reassured her, the agreement with the logic of it setting less well than if she would have protested. “I wouldn’t have done that. Picked you up and carried you out the door? Maybe, if I didn’t have to worry about dropping you. I wouldn’t have left you. “