is a longue bar located at the North Side Diagon Alley. Behind the bar is an exquisite upscale French restaurant where the bar is expanded from, serving dishes of delicate French cuisine. Operating from 9 a.m. to 10 p.m., you could enter it from either the bar or its main original entrance on the Shaftesbury Avenue. If you don't mind dining with Muggles, La Lune Bleue is undoubtedly one of the best choices for a refreshing brunch, a relaxing tea or a romantic dinner with your date. The buisness is owned by the Prince family.
She shot a small smile, "thank you very much," she responded, heading straight to the table. She was glad to be there. It was a tiring day at work and she wanted to do something that took the edge off. A hand was wrapped around the jacket tossed lightly over her shoulders and she scanned the place. She'd been here a few times and it hadn't seemed to change much.
He happily followed after her, giving her a quick "No problem" as he did so. He stood beside her as she scanned the place and he followed suit, half because he just wanted to see who was about. "Should we get a booth this time?" He suggested, nodding and pointing in the direction of one of the free booths, "Seems like a nice change of pace."
She glanced over at the booths and smiled slowly. Admittedly, her friendship with Alfie wasn't political anymore and maybe she was enjoying his presence more than she liked to admit. "If you wanted a nice change of pace, you would have taken me to a pub," she pointed out, heading in that direction anyway.
"True, but the only pubs I know of are full of people who'd swarm us and that's not fair on you," he replied, going red a little as he trailed behind her. "Besides, sitting in a booth gives an excuse to people watch a little more sneakily."
"I can handle myself," she responded, "I've had a run in with nosey crowds before." This was vague, she knew it, but there was always some benefit of leaving an air of mystery, wasn't there? She slid into the booth, shooting him a small, amused smile. Especially when she saw her cheeks.
"Have you had a run in with nosey royal crowds though?" He asked, genuinely curious because he could see how easy it was to mistake Clara as a royal, she was that attractive. "You have no good angles with them - none!" The redness in his cheeks died down a little as he laughed, "I could probably show you after this lunch - though, dating speculations could arise..."
"Fair enough," he said with a nod, "As I said, I can always show you after this if you wanted." There was a small smile on his face, one that was somewhat cheeky, "But food's more important first, right?"
"Now there's a reason to be a royal. An all you can eat buffet for the rest of your life," she said. Of course, she held back on how much money that would cost and how that food could be better spent for those in need but not her place.
He nodded, "It is, but my mother always taught us that we should be careful with our food and try to waste as little as possible because there's people who'd kill for it." He sighed a little, "I guess that's a thing I want to continue what my grandmother's doing - encouraging royals to interact with the homeless and needy - both at home and throughout the Commonwealth."
"How charitable of you all," she said, "of course, I'll admit the current monarch is a respectable one. She could be a whole lot worse. Of course, the commonwealth...well, I suppose independence is out of the question?"
"My grandmother's whole reign is based on respect and charity," he said with a nod, "Sorta like, her father's reign was tyranny so she wants her's to be peace." He was silent for a second or two before shaking his head, "Most Commonwealth nations are - if a muggle nation is independent within their Commonwealth, they're independent in our's. Exceptions include Australia, New Zealand and Canada but we always make sure to do tours to at least show our gratitude for their help."
"You know, I can't say I believe our secretive nature will benefit us in the end," she said with a small hum, "I'm not sure but I feel like we might benefit both ourselves and them. Though I suppose if they decide to kill us, we won't be very good to stop them," she said with a small grin, "still...they'll find us one day, mark my words."
"You mean the law?" He thought about it for a second before shrugging, "Memory curses are a wonderful thing, I guess." He remained silent before shaking his head and smiling, "Bit of a morbid topic though, right? Maybe we should change subjects?" He smiled cheekily, "I know you're an Unspeakable and all but, how's work going? Good? Bad? Stressful? Spill."
"Isn't that technically telling me something though?" He asked with a raised eyebrow, "Though a hint, still revealing something." He smiled smugly for a second before his face dropped, shaking his head, "Unless you're messing with me... which totally isn't cool."
He nodded, rolling his eyes as if to say 'duh,' "Of course I have - I've got three siblings and a plethora of cousins. If I hadn't been teased, well, I wouldn't be able to say I had any interactions with them, right?"
"I mean, regardless if that was their aim or not, I think I've been teased enough," he said before smiling, "Besides, swear you teased me when we had that homework assignment to do together back at Hogwarts."
"Are you worried about going down the same path?" She asked with a small smile. Of course, she barely considered herself a candidate. Becoming queen of Magical London? Wasn't something that was on her plan. "Convincing people you'll be the Queen's consort instead?"
He thought about her question for a little, pondering on the answer, before shaking his head. "I'd like to think me and my future Queen would be equal." He smiled a little, "I'd like her and I to be remembered as a pair, not a whole unit without the other - almost like two sides of the same person." His cheeks turned red a little in embarrassment, realising he could ramble on about his perfect wife for hours if Clara'd let him, "That's what I'd like, at least."
"Victoria and Albert," he said with a small smile, though it was obvious he was still somewhat embarrassed, "I just... have ideas on what I'd want more than anything - it's like the one thing of my life I can control to an extent."
"To an extent. At least you don't have to marry royals," she said with a grin, "don't have to marry your second cousin or some shit. Still, I'd imagine marrying someone would be scary stuff. Can't exactly divorce. Well, you can, but would you?"
Alife grins at her. "Thank you." Honestly, he could't think of anything else to say. She was adorable, but that was too forward. He didn't want to come off as a creep. "I think.... THe next time we go out, if you want to.... I want to cook for you. I know I already mentioned how I like cooking, and you mentioned how you like cooking... It would be... Maybe I could invite Andre and Oliver, my brother and his boyfriend."
She was sitting at one of the tables, flicking through her phone. Though, admittedly, she'd gotten there a few minutes earlier than what was agreed upon, she hadn't touched the menu, not even to order a drink. Though she appeared to be calm, nonchalant, she was...well, terrified. And nervous. Incredibly nervous.
Malia arrives a few minutes late, but it's to be expected, all things considered. She waddles - literally waddles - into the restaurant, joining Penelope at the table. "Hey," she smiles, though truth be told, she feels very nervous.
She wasn't surprised when she noticed Malia as soon as she entered the premises. Her eyes trailed up to watch her walk over and she was on the verge of standing up to help her but she held herself back. For a moment, she eyed her, her stomach twisting and she took a small breath. She ignored her feelings and acted normal for three years. She can do it again. "You know, you look like you swallowed a planet," she said with a small smile. Yet you still pull it off. "Hey, though."
"Look like it, feel like it, act like it. I feel like I'm about to burst, and I've still got two weeks until my due date," Malia rolls her eyes, wincing as she sits down. She had been feeling pains all day, but truth be told, she wrote them off as Braxton Hicks. She'd had them with Iliana, at around the same time, so it made sense. "How are you?"
She winced when she watched Malia sit down and decided she should have stood up to help. "Two weeks, huh? Not long at all," she said quietly, her eyes still on the stomach before her eyes slid up to Malia's face. "Same, same," she said with a small shrug and smile, "living. You?" She didn't ask anything specific, she didn't particularly want to hear about her wife. She supposed the pregnancy would be a safe choice of topic, but she knew that could hurt her just as badly so...she left it open.
"Things have been going great, aside from waking up every hour to pee and not being able to see my toes," Malia shrugs, chuckling. She isn't oblivious to the way Penelope's eyes studied her, and truth be told, it reminds her of their fourth year. To think that was a decade ago. "So... it's been some time. You know, prior to the wedding," she frowns a little. "It's disappointing how we just... drifted apart."
Oh, how she wished she had something to drink right now. She began to fiddle with her phone as she stopped herself from slinking in her seat. "To be honest, I think I only kept in contact with one person from Hogwarts so...I'll take the fall, my fault we drifted," she said with a grin. "I was travelling a lot with work anyway so I probably wouldn't have been able to, you know, keep up." What an excuse. Penelope knew that she would have picked up the phone if Malia called wherever she was, no matter what she was doing.
"Travel, huh? Where'd you go?" Malia asks, interested. She could've turned the conversation back onto her, as the one guilty of their separation, but she remembered how they'd left things off... so it just wasn't ideal to bring back those memories. "I haven't been to that many places, honestly, so... I envy you."
"America, Australia, some parts of Asia, a lot of Europe, except Greece, I haven't been back there. It's not as great as it sounds, just tiring and I'm usually stuck in a building," she said, her nose crinkling as she made a face. "I think settling down in one town is a bit underrated."
Malia is silent for a few long moments, as she studies Penelope. Things really have changed; she missed the Penelope that wanted to get married one day - that dreamt big and wanted many things. She runs a hand through her short hair. "It's not that bad," she shrugs, feeling the need to defend her stance on settling down. "But a job! That's great. Where is it you work again?"
"Acting and modelling," she answered as if she was slightly embarrassed by the path she went down. Maybe she was. Penelope never really had a particular career in mind so she did what was offered to her. "Taken a little bit of a break though. What about you?" She asked, wanting to change the conversation off her. "Career wise."
"Acting and modeling? Not surprised. You've got the looks for it," Her lips quirk into a small but genuine smile. "I got picked up by the Caerphilly Catapults right out of Hogwarts, and a season later I was part of the British National Team," she answers. "I've decided to retire from quidditch, though, and pursue something more... practical. With two children and three babies on the way, it's just not an ideal career anymore."
At the compliment, her cheeks turned a light shade of red and shifted in her seat. Admittedly, Penelope might have already known what Malia had been up to already. Might have been to one or two games of hers. "Not surprised, you were great in Hogwarts. And...five kids at twenty five? Go big or go home, I guess."
"One is adopted. And I didn't plan to have triplets. Not that I'm complaining, but... it wasn't planned," she says. She's feeling some discomfort, slowly increasing as time passes; it's just like this morning. She frowns and shifts slightly, hoping to ease it. "Better than a friend of mine. Had three by twenty."
It feels like a constant pressure in her lower abdomen. Her frown deepens, and she shifts again, placing a hand gently above her swollen stomach. "I - yeah. It's probably just... Braxton Hicks," she pauses, processing Penelope's first words. "You don't plan to have kids at all?"
"Braxton Hicks?" She asked slowly, having never heard of the term, "I'm going to assume it's a pregnancy thing. And...I don't know." Only times I've ever thought about being a mother, you happened to be in the picture. "I don't think I'd be very good with them. Maybe if the person I'm with wants them but I have to find someone first," she said with a small smile, trying to make a joke. "Are you sure you're okay? Do you need anything? I have pain killers, I think?"
"False labor. Sort of. It's... a bit more complicated than that," she elaborates. The pain is continuing to grow, feeling more and more like a cramping sensation. Her stomach felt harder than it usually did, and it was alarming. "I'm - I'm fine. I think. I don't need the pills," she shakes her head. Hoping to distract herself a little, she adds, "I can set you up with someone? I know loads of girls you might like."
That would be the worst thing Malia could do. Still slightly concerned about her, she poured a glass of water, nudging it towards the other girl. "That's...that's okay," she said, smiling, "I think I'm too career focussed for a relationship anyway."
"Oh come on, Nel. Don't be lame. Surely there's someone who can tame your wild heart?" she smirks, taking a sip of her water. Her smirk falters quickly when she gasps in shock at a searing pain, causing her to drop the glass of water. A small pop is audible, and Malia goes rigid when she feels an awful sensation between her legs. You can see the color draining out of her face. "I - Penelope," Malia's face contorts, reflecting the sharp, gripping pains she felt. The brief second of relief was nothing compared to the pain she felt now. She grips the edge of the table tightly, until her knuckles turn white.
For the first time that night, she laughed. "Wild he-" she cut off as she heard the pop and her eyes slowly widened. "I...what the fuck?" She whispered but she knew enough to figure out what was happening. "You said two weeks," she said, stumbling onto her feet, her chair scraping back. "What do I do? What the fuck do I do?"
What she felt for Iliana's birth is nothing compared to what she feels this instant. Malia's jaw clenches, and squeezing her eyes shut as what she now knows is a contraction spikes. The pain lasts long, and when it ends, she finally opens her eyes, which are already brimming with tears. "I - it's early. This shouldn't - we need to-" There's so much to say. She's not ready. The babies' stuff is at the house, Lena isn't here, David is at school, and Iliana is probably going to bed any second now. There was still touches to be added to the nursery. "We need to go."
Malia is somewhere between about to rip Penelope's head off, and break down crying. "I - yes. Car. Just - just hurry," she breaks off, almost crying out as the pain nearly overwhelms her. She takes in deep breaths, but it does little to help.
This was not how her evening was meant to pan out. She'd never seen someone go into labour and didn't know what else to do. "Come on, you can lean on me, if you need that is," she said as she moved around the table.
"I'm going to kill you," she whispers, sounding a bit strained. Nonetheless, she grasps her arm, leaning on her a little as she walks. Her steps are as quick as can be, though cautious, not wanting to suffer from a fall.
"Kill me after you get the kids out of you," she said, ignoring exactly how Malia's touch did to her and slowly wrapped her hand around Malia's waist to help support her. Thank god Penelope was able to park right outside the place. A small, red convertible. She opened the passenger side, leaving Malia for a moment to get a towel to throw over the seat. "Come on."
Malia isn't even slightly surprised that Penelope got a towel to throw over the seat. She winces as she does so, taking a really sharp breath. "Skatá," she curses, under her breath, because even in labor, Malia refuses to embarrass herself in public.
If it was any other time, she probably would have joked through saying 'language, there're babies in the car' but now really didn't seem like it was the time to make one. In a matter of seconds she was speeding through the street, heading towards the nearest hospital. Her hands were gripping the wheel, so hard her knuckles were turning white, and she was freaking out. "Is Lena in town?" She blurted out. Summoning the wife should be a good idea, right?
"Just drive, Penelope!" No amount of biting her lip and gripping at objects are enough to stop her from shouting at the other female, which truth be told is unfair given the circumstances. A hell of a reunion this is, huh?