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As David listened he ate his dish calmly and slowly, he wasn't particularly hungry but it was good, and it was better to eat something than nothing. He sort of had a feeling in the end he would leave his meal half eaten. Unfortunately timing gave him little option besides a heavier meal. He raised a brow at Claire's consideration of words, it was politer than she could have worded it about his social habits and his goals. "Yeah, but brushing up on social skills isn't something that comes naturally to me... and it isn't something I can learn in a book. I'm more book smart and I may be able to handle certain types of people-like the types of my extended family- but dealing with people isn't something you learn like that. I've accepted my weaknesses more or less... being a recluse is easier on me."

He let out a sigh and listened as she spoke on fate, "And about fate, like I said I really don't believe in fate one way or another. That's something you have more in common with my mum. Maybe her technical cousin in a way too... I've never actually met the woman, but from what it looks like she's back. Which was why I was here. I was curious. Mum would have probably mentioned it if she knew and I only know because I noticed Dad's account books open and it seemed weird he would be making loans to someone buying a shop in Diagon Alley."

He frowned as he wondered if that was why Dad didn't divorce Mum when he found out she lied to him about being a witch. He obviously had some affection for her but David generally felt his hatred of the wizarding world at least initially would be worse. But, if his father was the type to lie to a partner to for his own means, maybe he was more forgiving his partner to lie to him, too? The thought was enough to give him a headache that had just gotten better.

David turned back to Claire focusing on the conversation and her statement about the vampires and her reply about feeling better. "Yeah... nothing like maiming and unintentional body mutilation to mend a relationship and bring peace between two parties," His tone was a bit sarcastic as he was a bit distracted wondering what exactly Dad was hiding. All David had saw in his father's account books on his desk was a very large loan to a Mrs.A.P.Edwins for F&B and a name Edwin Ryans and a meeting time at some obscure cafe in Muggle England back in the winter right after the Holidays, that was close to a branch of one of the branches of the banks his father used to store his money.

David looked at Claire, frowning himself, "You know you have my mother's number now... you could always contact her yourself if you ever wanted. And she does work at the Ministry so you could always drop a letter off to her that way. My father isn't particularly fond of owls near our home and we tend to keep our address private. I suppose it would be easy enough to find father's office... but I wouldn't suggest that... my father isn't as forgiving of a type as my mother. And I'm sure you understand he doesn't care for wizards or witches by principle alone."

"Anyways, I'm not your messenger boy Claire," David said matching her stare, but his words sounded tired-this was one of the longest conversations he had with someone besides someone directly in his family in a while. Actually he was surprised it had gone as well as it had so far, especially considering it was with Claire. Didn't he sort of blame her for his mother's injury? "If you want to thank her thank her directly. It would mean more to her and don't you think you are being unfair to me asking me to carry your messages? I'm not the one who thinks I owe you any obligation-besides making sure your headache clears up and the Excedrin works right."

Don't we usually live in different spheres at school?

"Maybe I just don't want to believe in fate and deny its existence?" David mused. "Regardless, if you actually are thankful to my mother I would think it is better to thank her directly. I'll tell her you said thanks, though..."

He stood laying the money on the table, his food still half uneaten, and said, "I'm glad the medicine worked then. Sorry, I held you up so long. Since I was the one who imposed on you, you actually don't owe me an explanation on why you would have to leave. And like I said, I intended to investigate a matter here and thanks to you now I get to win points with my mother and a story of human interaction which will save me a few lectures of being completely antisocial."

He smiled and said with a smirk, "And you unlike my family actually understand and don't care that the recluse image fits me better. It's refreshing, really. Have a good day. And we still never end up discussing your brilliant plans for changing society. I'm intrigued to hear them, still. Well, I tend to be easy enough to find at school if you care to find me-after all I tend to spend all my time in the library."

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It was a sturdy pair of boots that came traipsing down the streets, the cobbled pavement underfoot unfamiliar and unknown to the worn soles. Many things had been trampled under them-- though often not intentionally, it just happened that their wearer was a clumsy ********-- and many places as well, though it was admittedly their first time in London. Splashing into a puddle, the blond donning the pair of Doc Martens hurried on, ducking into the ramshackle establishment and puffing out his cheeks in exasperation.

"London!" Shaking off the damp from his hair, Atle Borson ran a tanned hand through the gold locks, brandy eyes looking around the unfamiliar place. Brow furrowed, the ironic little smile on the equally tanned face widened as he headed towards the bar, still a little lost in terms of where exactly he was supposed to head to. He probably shouldn't have decided on a surprise visit, especially since he didn't exactly know where he was supposed to visit anyway. Well, he knew-- he was going to visit Olan, since Noel was apparently dead; pity he hadn't gotten to spend as much time as he wished he had with him-- he just didn't know how to get there.

Sighing, Atle plopped into a seat at the counter, waving over a bartender and ordering a glass of Firewhiskey. "I should have brought a map," the wizard groaned, fighting the urge to drop his face onto the tabletop. Where was he supposed to go? He could probably stay in the Leaky for a while-- he had the funds, just had to head to Gringott's-- but that wasn't why he was here. Taking a sip of the burning drink, Atle dropped his hand onto his fist instead. Now, where to begin?

He really probably should have thought these things through.

It really just came as a thought, a whim, really. He'd already visited Mother and Father-- he'd even stayed there for a few months, despite the ball-freezing cold and the frostbitten death he'd nearly succumbed too. It was nice, though, seeing his parents after a while. He'd heard about his brothers from them during his time there, about Noel, and then Olan, and, oh, apparently he had a nephew on Noel's side too. Who knew? Either way, he thought he'd figured it was time to reconnect with his family. Being born an average of two decades apart tended to make things a little distant. That made him grin, lips curling behind the glass rim. So, 'nothing much he could do' was the only thing on his to-do list. Maybe he'd just wait a little while until a kind soul came in who he could ask to point him in at least, the right direction.


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Atle was very close to simply jumping ship and wandering around all of Britain until he ended up on the Borson doorstep or something-- he really was, he was toying with the idea and when he toyed with his ideas, it usually meant he was either high or close enough to desperation and hopelessness, which was both in this situation-- when something happened.

And not just something-something.

Something.

Pausing as he raised his drink, Atle Borson took in what had just occurred. No way. Setting his glass down with a clear clink on the glass-topped countertop, the blonde straightened up very slowly, pulling his shoulders back and sucking in a deep breath as he turned hesitantly to the seat beside him.

It was full.

Full of six feet and five inches of mountainous blond.

Who happened to be his nephew.

A few things happened in succession after this. Atle was hesitant, of course, only not in the way people in this situation-- or as close to it as they could get, he was in a pretty unique dilemma, after all. Unable to decide between tackling his relative or hugging him, Atle thought, ******** it, and went with a combination of both, almost leaping out of the seat in enthusiasm and relieved cheer as he delivered his energetic greeting to his brother's son.

"Magni!" he exclaimed, eyes bright and a grin on his face as he pulled back after following up the tacklehug with his own usual greeting-- an airkiss to each cheek, France had left a very strong impression on his person. Retreating back to his seat, a hand went back to pick up the glass of drink, long fingers curling around the cool surface as he lifted it to his mouth again. "Fancy seeing you here!" he told the other, smile as bright as ever. Looking at his nephew, however, Atle felt the great urge to crawl in a corner and die once more. He felt that stubble when he went to greet Magni, dammit, it was not fair. Where did his puberty go? Forcing himself out of the progressively depressing slump he was going into, Atle mentally shook his head, bringing his attention back to the current conversation.

Goddamned genetics.

I would have, but it was supposed to be a surprise," the elder of the blond duo pouted, stretching his arms out on the counter top as he propped his head on his chin, absently swirling the glass, watching the amber liquid spin. "If I'd owled, it would have ruined it-- only I guess I've been found out," he added with a laugh. Ah, well! T'would be fun anyway, wouldn't it? Ordering a sandwich for himself since Magni was eating, he figured he would have something too. Pursing his lips in thought, the shorter blond fiddled with the leather gear on his wrists, turning back to the taller. "So, how have you been? I haven't seen you since Durmstrang," he spoke, curious at how things had been for the younger.



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Sitting back and listening to his nephew talk, Atle reflected that, yeah, it was really nice. He'd missed being around family-- he's always known so, that was why he came over to a place he'd never set foot in to go find them-- but he hadn't really realized exactly how much he missed them until he was already here, lost and a little worried until his nephew had found him. There was something different about things when family was involved and he'd missed that, even if he had never really met them anyway. It was sort of difficult, being how he was in the family, but he guessed it was fine. It was what life had given to him. That meant he was strong enough to overcome such bumps in the road of his existence.

"'s'a bit different from where we grew up, definitely," he added, tapping fingertips in an odd beat against the glass. But still, he thought, that was a very good decision on their part. It had a good economy, it was pretty close to the climate where they used to live, just a little more normalized, which was definitely a good thing, and it was a beautiful country. At the mention of a girlfriend, he grinned, going to poke at the larger man's side. "Oh? Who is she? How did you meet her?" he asked, amber eyes curious and mischievous. Ah, his nephew had grown up! "She sounds very good for you," he laughed, genuinely meaning his words. There was something there that lit up as he talked about his lovely lady, and that was already beautiful all on its own. It was lovely to see his family doing so well.

Never losing his grin, Atle raised a brow at the wagging finger as he listened to the other's words, smile growing at the mention of a 'surprise' in exchange for his keeping of his own arrival quiet. "You have yourself a deal!" Atle laughed, though his curiosity was definitely piqued. He didn't know much about them at all and any piece of information about them was most welcomed and greatly wanted. His parents were old, his brother was dead, they were the only family he had left and Atle himself was alone. Shaking himself out of the thoughts he tuned back in to hear the comment about his skin and bones. Letting a slightly louder laugh out, he shrugged, pinching a bicep and striking a pose. "Skin and bones?" he asked in mock outrage before settling out into a grin. "I'll have you know I've been doing my own thing, got a trainer and all" he laughed jokingly, swirling his drink. "'s'fine, it's the bloody genetics-- had to happen sometime, what with all you mountain men this family's been making!" Atle retorted, tone good-natured as he did so.


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Christina had left fairly early that day from her and her sister's home when she found out Sophie planned to spend her off day working on potions. From their potions room where Sophie had started working, the house within a few hours was reeking of so many ingredients it was maddening. Honestly, Chrissy wondered how her sister could stand it: Sophie had more of a sensitive nose than Chrissy did. Then again, Sophie almost constantly had at least one potion she was working on-or did when she was off of work from Hogsmeade. Chrissy was fairly sure she wouldn't have minded as much if Sophie was actually using her talents in potions selling them or if it was just Wolfsbane Sophie was making regularly. Of course, considering Sophie had said she was restocking many of Chrissy's medicinal potions, Chrissy probably shouldn't be complaining: it meant less work for her.

And, that was how Christina had ended up fairly early in London and in Diagon Alley and now the Leaky Cauldron where she was drinking pomegranate juice working on checking over lesson plans and deciding where she needed to make minor tweaks to make them better. She may have been declared professor of the year (which still made her embarrassed and put a smile on her face to think she managed that on her first year of teaching) but it didn't mean there wasn't always room for improvement. She had more or less stumbled through her first year, regardless of how well she had planned out lessons before the start of last school year, but now she had a better idea where questions might lay for students.

Twirling a regular ballpoint pen in her fingers she stared at her lesson plan for her least favorite class out of all the subjects she taught-stings and bite healing primarily, and considered how she could approach the topic without as much annoyance. She was fairly sure there was no way she couldn't, like Sapphire Snow had pointed out she did at times let her temper get the better of her, and unlike most people she had to focus on keeping not only her tone and presentation in check but had to worry about her physical appearance not reflecting her mood: the downside of being a metamorphagus.