The fire crackles as you take your seat, a smile on your face. The air hums with the clanking of glasses and the conversations of dozens of people. You smell the rich scent of butterscotch and maple; the atmosphere is warm and welcoming. In short, all the hustle and bustle of Hogmeade's, and often Hogwarts', favourite place to come. You sit, waiting to place your order. "Butterbeer and Firewhisky are one of our more popular options but you pick what you want," says the bartender.
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Penelope was in a lousy mood. For most people, reconnecting with their ex best friend would be a good thing and it was a good thing, it was, it just that...feelings that she shouldn't have for Malia was still there and the meeting had painfully reminded Penelope of it. It had been seven years, so logically any emotions should have passed but Penelope guessed her heart was stubborn. She took a sip of her drink, wondering if it was a good idea to get drunk in public. Probably not. Guess she'll leave that night where she'll binge on alcohol, jaws and ben and jerry's. Maybe she could convince Toby to give her five tubs of his business. In all reality, she hated Jaws, she hated horror and natural disasters, gave her nightmares for weeks. But she'd rather deal with nightmares than any other dream. As of right now, she was hoping forgetting about the past couple of weeks and have a nice lunch with her brother would put herself at ease. She'd already ordered her drinks and maybe had ordered for Toby, she prayed he wouldn't mind. Checking her watch, she knew she had arrived early and wasn't going to become impatient, but damn it, where was he?
Toby never had any quarrels when it came to listening to Penelope vent about whatever was on her mind; as someone who knew the importance of letting things out into the air, he always tried to be someone that anyone could talk to. He hadn't meant to run late, usually being as early - or earlier - than Penelope, but some particularly clueless customers who didn't know what they wanted to order had annoyingly entered just minutes before he closed for lunch. Whilst, in the long run, they were fairly quick, it didn't take away from the fact that Toby felt like he had to hurry to The Three Broomsticks to meet his sister. It was evident by the way his hair was slightly dishevelled and the light red tinge to his cheeks that he had tried his best to be on time and had failed, albeit just by a minute or so. After scanning the pub and seeing his sister, he walked over and sat opposite her. Flashing an apologetic smile, he noticed the drink that was clearly intended for him and he nodded a little in gratitude. "Sorry I'm late," He said, taking his drink and sipping it lightly, "Some older woman and her granddaughter came in just before I was closing for lunch."
She saw Toby enter as soon as he came in and beamed. By the time he came, she was considering the idea that her brother had forgotten entirely and was relieved when he showed his face. She almost stood up, to kiss him on the cheek as a greeting, but he was quick to sit down so she stayed where she was. "It's fine, I just got here myself," she lied with a small smile, "I hope you didn't rush them for my sake."
Unsurprisingly, through knowing his sister, Toby doubted that she had just got there - the way she had been looking about and the drink already there waiting for him giving her away. Still, it was a small detail that didn't need any mind paid to it. "I made sure not to," He said with a slight shake of his head, "Although slow, the older woman is among the most regular customers - she tells me stuff about the Parlour from when she was our age and younger." He smiled slightly, recalling the different stories the woman had told him momentarily before nodding slightly at her, "And how're you?"
"I forget that store is centuries old," she said, making a face before hesitating, then shrugging after a moment. "Living," she said with a thin smile. In all honesty, she was still exhausted and was already beginning to nurse the headache that had been haunting her for nearly a year now. However, usually it began a few hours before then so Penelope hoped it was improving. "Still not really use to the...stationary life," she said, giving him a false excuse, though it would make sense, considering she'd been on the move for years after she graduated and never really settled. "but I'm living. How's the company going? Hard taking it over?"
- "Shoot for the moon; even if you miss, you'll land among the stars," Message Me - 20:10, June 13, 2018 (UTC)
When she invites her cousin to lunch, it's out of fear. The number of people she has to call family has dwindled drastically these past few years, acting as a reminder to value the few people she has left. Her relationship with Aline is one that fell through the cracks, but she wanted to change that - she had to. If she didn't have her cousin, who did she really have?
Aline, honestly, has not been looking forward to this meeting. She's kind of assumed it's going to go like the majority of her meetings with her cousins: questions about why her grades are low, why she doesn't have a boyfriend yet, and why she's associating with mudbloods. This dread, combined with her general lack of energy for social situations, has resulted in her turning up at least fifteen minutes late. But she's here, at least, and she even mutters a "hello" as she drops into the seat opposite Evangeline.
- "Shoot for the moon; even if you miss, you'll land among the stars," Message Me - 20:22, June 13, 2018 (UTC)
As time dragged on, going past what they'd agreed on, her belief that Aline would show up dwindled further and further. Imagine her surprise when she sees her turn up. "Hello, Aline," she smiles kindly.
"Why am I here?" she asks, though she's already certain she knows the reason. Evangeline is headmistress, after all - she's probably monitoring Aline's grades, since everyone in her family is concerned she's not reaching her 'full potential'.
- "Shoot for the moon; even if you miss, you'll land among the stars," Message Me - 20:38, June 13, 2018 (UTC)
She taps her fingers against the table rhythmically, trying not to feel offended by the tone of Aline's voice. She's got a feeling she doesn't want much to do with her. Trying not to frown, she takes a breath and says, "I wanted to catch up."
Her brow furrows for a second. "What kind of missing? Like call-the-aurors missing or avoiding-the-family missing?" she asks, assuming it'll be the latter. Eric is much too smart to get killed or whatever. "Nobody's mentioned this to me."
- "Shoot for the moon; even if you miss, you'll land among the stars," Message Me - 21:08, June 13, 2018 (UTC)
"Call the aurors," she says, idly. "It's been well-covered. I think it has to do with Emmett's - Emmett's kidnapping," she says, her voice becoming quieter, trying to avoid people eavesdropping. "He was sentenced and on his way to Azkaban when someone got to him. The guards were dead."
"Kidnapping?" she scoffs. "I doubt it. Knowing Emmett it's probably his terrorist friends breaking him out." She's clearly upset about Eric's disappearance, though, regardless of her derision in regards to everything to do with Emmett. He's the cousin she's on the best terms with, after all. "Do you think they kidnapped Eric because Emmett thinks he's a blood traitor?" she asks, also lowering her voice.
- "Shoot for the moon; even if you miss, you'll land among the stars," Message Me - 23:05, June 13, 2018 (UTC)
"Kidnapping is what the aurors called it. But I don't know what to believe, quite frankly," she sighs. "It's a possibility. I just - I dread to think what Eric might be enduring if they kidnapped him for being a blood traitor."
Aline is... not dealing with this well. "Emmett wouldn't really hurt him though," she says slowly. "Would he? I mean, when he and his terrorist group took us all hostages here, he didn't let them hurt me. And you know how much he hates me."
The fourth-year entered the three broomsticks, looking around her with narrowed eyes. From anywhere else, she appeared to be normal, but she in all actuality was trying to see where the damage was done here for the terrorist attacks a while back.
-“I like to think there's more to a person than just one thing,” Message Me - 20:39, May 12, 2018 (UTC)
It came as a surprise to him when he and his siblings were able to decide on a time and place for an unofficially official reunion. After all of them had put it off for so long, this reunion was among the last things he believed would ever happen. Yet here he was, the first to arrive despite his five minute tardiness. Greg had never been one to overkill it with his outfits, and this wasn’t really an exception, even though he did put in more effort than he usually did, if only to impress his siblings. He’d been all sorts of a mess as a teenager, and what better way to show he’d – surprisingly enough – gotten his shit together, than coming dressed in something’s that wasn’t saggy jeans, a tee and his previously trademark leather jacket?
- “Make the most out of life, afterall you only have one."
Message Me - 20:55, May 12, 2018 (UTC)
Felicity arrived a little bit after Greg, and was somewhat surprised about the family reunion... If it could be called that. She was glad that everyone was meeting together since it had been so long. She glanced around and saw Greg, and she hesitated before she walked over to where he was. "Hey Greg," She said with a small smile. She hadn't really dressed up, just wearing a nice blouse and a black skirt. "I guess it's no surprise that we're the first ones here huh?"
Charlotte had done her best to be on time - for however much she lamented about her siblings when she was low about their situation, she did really want to reconcile with more than just Felicity. She was wearing what was pretty much her executive look; a smart black skirt, white shirt with a pink blazer for a pop of colour. As she entered the place, she looked around - the worry that, for a split second, she had got it all wrong entered her head before her eyes settled on her siblings. With a smile on her face, she made her way to the table and sat down, tucking some hair behind her ear. "I thought I was too late," she said, smile turning apologetic, "Seems like being landlady was a lot harder than I thought."
Phoebe wasn't a huge fan of the idea of a family reunion. Not thinking to dress up, she entered the Three Broomsticks with a simplistic outfit quite a bit late and after Charlie. When she saw her older siblings, she clapped her hands together and grinned as she approached the table they were sitting at. "Hi!" She sat down beside Greg out of natural instinct. "Sorry for the tardiness. I had, uh...something to take care of." Her smile faltered, but quickly regained itself.
-“I like to think there's more to a person than just one thing,” Message Me - 02:22, May 13, 2018 (UTC)
He wasn't surprised to see Felicity was the next one to arrive. She'd always been pretty punctual, from what Greg remembered. He scoots over, leaving enough space for two more people, which is smart given how easily Phoebe slides in a couple minutes later. "Oh I'm 100% surprised I'm here before everyone else," he admits, with a laugh. When Charlotte arrives, he looks over at her, smiling warmly. The emotional disconnection between them was there, and it felt more notable than usual, especially when he didn't kiss her hello like he used to all those years ago. "Yeah, I still owe you this month's pay. Can you pass by later, so I can hand you the check?" he prompts. He's waiting for a response when Phoebe slides in, unsurprisingly arriving before Daisy and Neil. Not that he imagined Neil would come. "We all got here late. If that's not a Blake thing, I sure as hell don't know what is," Greg makes the offhand remark, smirking a little down at Phoebe.
Apparently, Greg wouldn't be that wrong. She came late, but oh well. Not that she truly wanted to be here... maybe she did have other things on her mind. She chose not to make her entrance known, not something usual for her.
Phoebe smirked back up at her older brother, before reaching up and ruffling his hair like when they were children. It might have been around twenty years since they had actually been children, but she was still one at heart when she was with her siblings. That was something she realized now. "How have the twins been?" She asked, before turning to Charlie, "And yours? They should be starting at Hogwarts now, right?"
- “Make the most out of life, afterall you only have one."
Message Me - 23:44, May 14, 2018 (UTC)
She remains quiet as everyone starts talking, reverting a little back to how she was as a teenager. She just sips her coffee quietly, watching everyone talk and interact. She wants to speak and join the conversation but doesn't, of course waiting for someone to include her.
Charlotte simply nodded at Greg, "Will do." She ran a hand through her hair as she turned to face Phoebe and smiled, "Aurelia's about to join next year and August's in his second to last year of muggle primary school." She went silent for a second, perhaps it hitting her how her kids were soon to be in the same position that they were all in, "Almost seems like yesterday they were starting their muggle school."