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 Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2016 7:26 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2016 7:28 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 27, 2016 7:29 pm
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 11:14 am
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sat Aug 27, 2016 12:52 pm
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And if the karma patrol take control-
I'm gonna be in trouble.
And if the moral police ask for receipt-
I am gonna burst their bubble.
Richen, smidgen, muddy, smutty...
Who’s your god; I'm not the type to pray-
Except when I fall; I'm only human, after all.
ᶜ ʸ ᴿ ᵁ ˁ
ᴱ ᶻ ᴱ ᴷ ᴵ ᴱ ᴸ
ᴸ ᴵ ᴸ ᴸ ᴬ ᴺ ᵀ ᴵ ᴺ ᴱ
ˁᴸʸᵀᴴᴱᴿᴵᴺ │ ᶠᴵᶠᵀᴴ ʸᴱᴬᴿ │ ᴾᵁᴿᴱᴮᴸᴼᴼᴰ │ ᵀᴴᴵᴿᴰ ᴮᴼᴿᴺ
Originally Cy had been a bit put-out about the whole thing. After all, he usually spent his winter holiday at Hogwarts, not at home. The elder Lillantines had never been ones for much... seasonal spirit, and Christmas or Yule or whatever you wanted to call it. They'd always gotten presents growing up, far less once they'd reached Hogwarts age, and they'd always been left under a tree decorated by a few resentful house elves. As a spoiled child, it had never made much of an impact. Getting what he wanted had been a daily occurrence. Now that he was older Cy had realized that he tended to get far less of what he wanted, but know he knew how to get it himself.
Anyways, when his mother had written to tell him that the Lovettes were having him over for supper- just him, at that- he'd been a bit disappointed. Being dragged home for a good two weeks with only one event of any amusement to look forward to was bad enough. That event being just him and his future in-laws was even worse. At least if his mother and father had been invited he'd have gotten to watch them attempt to make small talk and mask their distaste for a family comprised primarily of religiously fanatic Ravenclaws. However, he'd heard that was mostly the grandparents's doing, and he didn't think they'd be present tonight. It was a pity. At least he didn't have to wear a suit, seeing as the dinner was supposed to be more of an informal 'family affair'.
He could only imagine how terribly this was going to end, but with slightly raised hopes, found himself on the Lovette's doorstep, having been apparated there by a less than enthused Callius Lillantine, who informed him in no uncertain terms that if he heard anything less than a glowing report of Cyrus's conduct, there would be hell to pay. Cy wanted to return to Hogwarts with minimal scarring, so he made a noise of assent, and found himself alone, in the cold, in the dark. Humming some off-tune muggle Christmas carol, he knocked on the door, three times. A house elf immediately answered, took his coat, and led him into the house.
The interior was lit, if dimly, and he passed under a wood-paneled arch beside a staircase and into a small (for a family of wealthy purebloods) dining room. Various glowering portraits tutted above him, and a fire crackled underneath some muttering patriarch. He waited patiently until the house elf announced his presence, scanning the faces around the table; the parents were much harder to read, but Nike looked impatient, either from frustration or anxiety or a combination of both, and Avian looked about as thrilled as usual. He generally seemed to sulk about almost everything, and as someone who'd been locked in the nursery for hours at a time as a mere toddler for pouting, Cy found it extremely entertaining to watch a sixteen year old act half his age. Not that Vander had ever been some pinnacle of maturity, but at least he'd known how to fake it in the presence of adults.
"Thank you so much for inviting me, Mr. Lovette," he reached out to shake the man's hand politely, and nodded respectfully at his wife; "Mrs. Lovette." Finally he glanced directly at Nike, and smiled. "Merry Christmas, Nicole. You look beautiful." In his defense, his use of her full name hadn't been primarily to irritate her- he had no idea what she went by at home, with her presumably strict and overtly traditional parents, and part of him doubted they were so keen on their 'Nicole' going by the name of a muggle goddess of victory and triumph in battle. Seemed a little... pagan.
I played the devil's advocate-
I played into his hands!
I played the fool; I played the victim...
And if you bump into the devil;
Tell him I understand.
Rather the devil you know.
Than the devil you don't. |
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2016 2:17 am
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2016 11:04 am
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And if the karma patrol take control-
I'm gonna be in trouble.
And if the moral police ask for receipt-
I am gonna burst their bubble.
Richen, smidgen, muddy, smutty...
Who’s your god; I'm not the type to pray-
Except when I fall; I'm only human, after all.
ᶜ ʸ ᴿ ᵁ ˁ
ᴱ ᶻ ᴱ ᴷ ᴵ ᴱ ᴸ
ᴸ ᴵ ᴸ ᴸ ᴬ ᴺ ᵀ ᴵ ᴺ ᴱ
ˁᴸʸᵀᴴᴱᴿᴵᴺ │ ᶠᴵᶠᵀᴴ ʸᴱᴬᴿ │ ᴾᵁᴿᴱᴮᴸᴼᴼᴰ │ ᵀᴴᴵᴿᴰ ᴮᴼᴿᴺ
Cy wasn't blind- he was aware of Avian sizing him up moodily, the father's thinly veiled pleased expression, and the mother's boredom. He refrained from laughing at Nike's cool response, partly shocked neither parent so much as shot her look of warning over it, and decided that the Lovettes were probably a bit lax when it came to discipline, compared to what he was used to from his parents. It wasn't as if he minded- it made things all the more entertaining, since clearly neither Lovette sibling was too worried about getting in trouble if they weren't polite. He sat down beside her- not that there were many seats at the table to choose from in the first place- and smiled back at Avian, who sounded borderline sarcastic in a way that would have gotten Cy cuffed around the head after the company had left. "It's my pleasure," he said simply, and as dinner started focused on his plate. He was starving, after all, and Nike didn't seem very receptive to small talk at the moment. He only really looked up when Mr. Lovette addressed his son; Avian avoided looking at his father directly, which was a habit that seemed to be extremely common in pureblood children and bad liars alike. "I think it's very important to still have your own separate interests and activities, as a couple," he spoke up calmly. "Sera's Slytherin's seeker- hopefully she takes the house to a win this year, right, Avian?" He glanced over at the older boy innocently; he was willing to bet he'd never so much as gone near a quidditch match his 'fiancee' was playing, so he probably should have taken a different route than 'we're doing our own things'. Come on, if you were going to lie, at least put some thought into it.
I played the devil's advocate-
I played into his hands!
I played the fool; I played the victim...
And if you bump into the devil;
Tell him I understand.
Rather the devil you know.
Than the devil you don't. |
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2016 7:51 am
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Mon Aug 29, 2016 5:04 pm
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And if the karma patrol take control-
I'm gonna be in trouble.
And if the moral police ask for receipt-
I am gonna burst their bubble.
Richen, smidgen, muddy, smutty...
Who’s your god; I'm not the type to pray-
Except when I fall; I'm only human, after all.
ᶜ ʸ ᴿ ᵁ ˁ
ᴱ ᶻ ᴱ ᴷ ᴵ ᴱ ᴸ
ᴸ ᴵ ᴸ ᴸ ᴬ ᴺ ᵀ ᴵ ᴺ ᴱ
ˁᴸʸᵀᴴᴱᴿᴵᴺ │ ᶠᴵᶠᵀᴴ ʸᴱᴬᴿ │ ᴾᵁᴿᴱᴮᴸᴼᴼᴰ │ ᵀᴴᴵᴿᴰ ᴮᴼᴿᴺ
If looks could kill, Cy was sure he would probably be at least maimed by now. He wasn't sure Avian really had gaze intensity capable of actual murder. In truth, Cy wasn't sure why he disliked the older boy so; he rarely genuinely disliked other people, because, as his father was fond of saying, everyone had their uses. It was possible he was just projecting his... mixed feelings towards his own older brother at the nearest target. But he supposed the most likely answer was that Avian was the definition of 'wasted opportunity'. He was heir. He had everything he could possibly want, and all he had to do was play nice until Grandma and Grandpa and Mummy and Daddy bit the dust. But he was so ridiculously weak, so lacking in any awareness of his position, that he'd decided to take a stand on following his little musician dreams. It wasn't like Cy had some moral objection to a sixteen year old boy well... doing what boys did, to play the outdated 'men will be men' card. But come on now. If you were going to play the game, at least learn the rules before hand. Everyone cheated. It was human nature. Men did it, women did it, if there was an opportunity to roll around in greener grass, people were going to take it, brush themselves off afterwards, and carry on with their lives. But like it or not, in their society there were rules, and if you had half a brain, you followed the standard infidelity guideline for pureblooded men. If his father ever had a mistress (and knowing Callius, Cy sincerely doubted this), his mother would be expected to, for lack of a better expression, 'grin and bear it'. Gentlemen, after all, tried to avoid discussion of 'the nineteen year old I'm sleeping with on the side is really much better in the sack, darling'. So when it came down to it, any problem Cy had with Avian had less to do with Avian himself... and more to do with Avian's situation. "Well, seeker is really a very well suited position for women," he said. "Since you have to be smaller to excel at it." He turned his attention back to the meal, which was alright, he supposed. Their house elves at home cooked far better. Nike was completely silent, and he debated engaging her in conversation, but was sure it would be a series of monotone answers, so that probably wouldn't be very fun. Instead, after pushing his peas around on his plate a little, he turned his attention back to the elder Lovettes. "Mr. Lovette, how did you and Mrs. Lovette get along in Hogwarts, if you don't mind me asking?" he asked innocently. "I know my brother and his wife weren't very fond of each other when they first met, but they've been completely over the moon with each other for the last couple of years. It's really very sweet."
I played the devil's advocate-
I played into his hands!
I played the fool; I played the victim...
And if you bump into the devil;
Tell him I understand.
Rather the devil you know.
Than the devil you don't. |
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2016 3:28 am
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sat Sep 10, 2016 1:17 pm
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And if the karma patrol take control-
I'm gonna be in trouble.
And if the moral police ask for receipt-
I am gonna burst their bubble.
Richen, smidgen, muddy, smutty...
Who’s your god; I'm not the type to pray-
Except when I fall; I'm only human, after all.
ᶜ ʸ ᴿ ᵁ ˁ
ᴱ ᶻ ᴱ ᴷ ᴵ ᴱ ᴸ
ᴸ ᴵ ᴸ ᴸ ᴬ ᴺ ᵀ ᴵ ᴺ ᴱ
ˁᴸʸᵀᴴᴱᴿᴵᴺ │ ᶠᴵᶠᵀᴴ ʸᴱᴬᴿ │ ᴾᵁᴿᴱᴮᴸᴼᴼᴰ │ ᵀᴴᴵᴿᴰ ᴮᴼᴿᴺ
Cy listened to Mrs. Lovette with interest; this was the most the woman had said in the last half-hour or so, and she said it while staring down her husband with an expression that clearly indicated that there was little love lost between the two of them. That wasn't very shocking; he didn't know many traditional pureblood marriages that were really overwhelmingly happy with one another. That was probably a side effect of being forced to marry someone else regardless of your feelings on them, though. "I wouldn't know," he said politely. "I'm terrible when it comes to Quidditch- I just watch the school games." At his question Avian looked incensed, while Nike simply raised an eyebrow at him. Cy smiled blandly back at her, before glancing at her father's whose expression mirrored his daughter's. "Oh, well, I just know it takes some couples a while to warm up to one another. My father actually actively sought out my mother's hand in marriage- I suppose he was smitten from the start- but I know many other couples really don't get along at the beginning. Rebellious teens and all that. I've heard some people even have interim relationships after the engagement is announced." And then he took a sip of his water. "But Avian probably knows more about that than me. I haven't done nearly as much dating."
I played the devil's advocate-
I played into his hands!
I played the fool; I played the victim...
And if you bump into the devil;
Tell him I understand.
Rather the devil you know.
Than the devil you don't. |
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Posted: Sun Sep 11, 2016 9:32 am
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Mon Sep 12, 2016 1:38 pm
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And if the karma patrol take control-
I'm gonna be in trouble.
And if the moral police ask for receipt-
I am gonna burst their bubble.
Richen, smidgen, muddy, smutty...
Who’s your god; I'm not the type to pray-
Except when I fall; I'm only human, after all.
ᶜ ʸ ᴿ ᵁ ˁ
ᴱ ᶻ ᴱ ᴷ ᴵ ᴱ ᴸ
ᴸ ᴵ ᴸ ᴸ ᴬ ᴺ ᵀ ᴵ ᴺ ᴱ
ˁᴸʸᵀᴴᴱᴿᴵᴺ │ ᶠᴵᶠᵀᴴ ʸᴱᴬᴿ │ ᴾᵁᴿᴱᴮᴸᴼᴼᴰ │ ᵀᴴᴵᴿᴰ ᴮᴼᴿᴺ
Cy probably should have commended Avian for the composure that he did manage to maintain; for someone who was very easy to read- certainly far easier to read than Nike- he seemed to be trying his best to remain calm. However, it was impossible to keep the slightly desperate tone out of his voice, as much as he tried. Cy felt that he probably could have gotten away with not saying another word all night, as the damage had clearly already been done. But that would have been a waste of this wonderful opportunity. "Implying something?" he replied, sounding genuinely confused. "I'm sorry- I didn't mean to imply anything. I thought it was common knowledge that you and Grace Mitchell were a bit of a thing; I'd assumed everyone knew about it already." His pale eyes were wide with wonder and something approaching delight. "I just- you didn't make much of an effort to hide it, so I thought everyone was aware of the... arrangement, if it's more polite to call it that." He was cutting the meat on his plate seamlessly the entire time, not even looking down at his fork and knife.
I played the devil's advocate-
I played into his hands!
I played the fool; I played the victim...
And if you bump into the devil;
Tell him I understand.
Rather the devil you know.
Than the devil you don't. |
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Posted: Sun Sep 18, 2016 12:05 am
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