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» 31 July 2021 || Souvenir of the Family Tree, Sitting Room! Open to Wotters + NPCs
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 Posted: Jun 6 2018, 09:30 PM
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It was only a matter of time, Percy reasoned, before his mother got fed up with the number of people trailing in and out of the kitchen, either lingering to pilfer food from her preparations or to enter the front or back yard through one of the doors on either end of the room. When that inevitably happened, she would send children and grandchildren alike scurrying out so she could finish cooking. Percy had taken it upon himself, then, to crank up the wooden wireless set in the sitting room in an effort to draw some of the family out before she got too flustered. Trouble was, the set was ancient and temperamental. The tuner string was going—or indeed perhaps had already gone—which became evident as he twisted the knob. The needle moved, but only just, filling the room with a piercing, high-pitched whine. Quickly, he fumbled for the volume knob and adjusted it, mercifully quieting the sound.

Why his parents hadn’t bought a new one since the first war, he didn’t know, but he suspected that since they’d all moved out, his mother rarely used the set in the sitting room. She had a portable wireless in the kitchen, which he imagined she preferred to this one. But this, this was the one that featured in most of his childhood memories, the backing track to every cluttered Christmas spent crowded in this room with his brothers and, eventually, his baby sister. He was determined to have it working for one more gathering at least, though the ones to whom it might have mattered aside from himself were few and growing fewer. Two brothers, lost. When they were young, it seemed a family so loud and so boisterous as theirs could never be thinned, an illusion that had continued on even after they’d lost Fred, as they had produced families of their own in turn. Too many times now, that fantasy had been threatened, so that the illusion now remained only as a thin veneer, held in place by stubborn will alone.

He removed one of the panels to peer inside, to the inner workings of the thing. He’d seen it done before, but knew relatively little about the best way to repair it. If it was the string, it was a simple matter of a mending charm on the proper component. The lighting in The Burrow’s sitting room had never been the best, with its slanted ceiling and low-hanging exposed beams. It was impossible to see what he was doing without wandlight, but he’d need his own to mend the string.

“Has anyone got a free hand?” he called out over his shoulder from where he stooped next to the set. “Or a free wand. Both, preferably. Just need to borrow a light for a moment.”

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There were many things that Fleur had expected in her life and among these were her self-imposed expectations on not just being a good wife to her husband but a good mother to her three beautiful children. Even though it wasn't a special day for all of them, it was someone else's special day. Harry Potter has astounded her since the day he had saved her sister, in spite of the fact that it was not his role to save her but he had done so, allowing Fleur to take a peek into the kind-hearted person that Harry was despite his flaws.

Thus, she was back at The Burrow to celebrate his very special day, a day when he was brought into this world; it was a good chance for the family to spend time together before her middle child left home in order to soar to greater heights. However, she knew that this year would be a rather different celebration since they were missing another member of the family, her husband’s baby brother and, of course, the troubling news that she and the rest of the family had been informed about; it was just a matter of informing the rest of their family.

Fleur knew herself — she’d figure out a way to cheer her husband up, considering that it was their anniversary tomorrow. Right now, it was all about Harry Potter. She had done some gift shopping and managed to get a simple picture frame; she had gotten sea shells glued on, fresh from the shores of the Shell Cottage.

The French lady lingered around in the living room, keeping an eye on whoever else was there and making sure that not too many people entered the kitchen, especially the kids. Even though most of them had already grown up, that did not necessarily mean they caused any less trouble; her mother-in-law could be rather fussy whenever it came to cooking a storm for her family. The birthday man and his family had yet to arrive but once they did — and after they settled down — both herself and Bill intend to approach the man to let him know of their present situation. Last she checked, Bill and Charlie were outside, preparing the bonfire for the kids to play around. Percy, on the other hand, seemed to be attempting to liven things up.

“I believe that my son can help. He is very good at doing things,” Fleur said, moving over to Percy with the tip of her wand lighted up by a spell, illuminating the area around the two of them.



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For every year that passed, Harry Potter felt certain that he was entitled to some form of wisdom locked off to those younger than he was. No matter the age, he constantly expected to find little, golden snitches locked away in the depths of his mind, entrapping the answers to the questions he found burdening his mind as the years passed. As he limped, quietly, into the sitting room, he couldn't help but to seek for another one of those little nuggets that so annually eluded him. How was it that his mentors, many and most long dead, had approached life with such natural vitality?

He tried to channel some of that same, intangible energy; he would need it in order to survive his birthday party. It was quite good to see the people he loved, to reunite with those he missed, but the strange ghoul hanging over his head — the ghastly absence of Ron Weasley — was placing a damper on his mood. It wasn't just that, though; it was the limp, the way he was forced to carry himself, as if it were some part of him beyond his gait.

Clearing his throat, Harry surveyed the room. Percy and Fleur were near the wireless set, chatting about something or other related to the device itself. He caught a few snippets as his eyes scanned them over, but he didn't let his gaze linger too long. Where was everybody? Likely, the others were out in the yard, perhaps in the kitchens, getting things ready. As always, his birthday around the Burrow felt like a bit too much fuss, but he understood it all well enough. Love was not to be disregarded, nor was the way his family wished to show it.

Besides, as much as he would likely hem and haw over how he really wasn't worth all of the trouble, he could think of no one better to share the day with. The mere thought of everyone coming together for anything was enough to bring the faintest grin to his face, which persisted as he approached the wireless set in order to engage in a time honored tradition among fathers everywhere. If there were something wrong with it, he would pretend to take a look.

Of course, Harry knew very little about anything to do with anything they would be talking about, but that was hardly a problem. Really, he just needed a subtle way to announce his presence. The kids would be following him before long, or spreading throughout the Burrow like moles through deep, familiar holes to gather in their own little circles. More importantly, Harry needed to speak with Bill before long, but there were a few obligatory how-do-you-do's left before business was on the table.

"I'm sure he is, but I'd hate to take this from Percy," Harry joked, coming around to Fleur's side in order to avoid crowding Percy. For all he knew, looking into the old wireless set would be like peering into a deep, dark cave. Full of strange, muggle designs that he understood the bare bones of, but knew few nuances to. Right hand under his chin, left hand supporting his elbow, Harry peered toward Percy. "What's wrong with it, exactly? Is it beyond mending?"
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Uncle Harry's birthday was always a staple of the summer break, although it wasn't every time that every member of the family gathered like they were. That said, 'every’ member of the family wasn't quite right. Their small army had been bigger until recently, but it was hard to ignore the sombre blanket that rested over them all due to Uncle Ron’s absence. It was made worse, in Louis’ eyes, by the fact that for months they had been well-wishing something that was not one of the pillars of their family; a doppelganger that merely waited for an opportune moment, leaving the real man unmourned for months. It felt like another layer of injustice on top of the rest, and Louis couldn't imagine how it would feel if it'd been his own father.

But as far as he could tell throughout his youth, the Weasleys were never ones to dwell endlessly on tragedy. As a unit they'd survived two wars and whatever had been thrown at them this last year; not entirely unscathed, but they'd survived nonetheless. He was immensely proud of his family, if he was honest, and their ability to march on regardless. Even scattered amongst the Burrow like they were, there was a sense of unity, and Louis loved it. The only part unsettling him slightly was Albus; he knew the other boy would be somewhere at the Burrow and had been avoiding him like the plague all week. It was little wonder really, considering Louis knew the shadowy bruises were still hanging around his neck, but that didn't mean it didn't concern him. He'd told his father what'd happened, given that Bill had immediately spotted the bruises once they'd shown up, but had kept quiet other than that. He was concerned about pressing Albus too far most of all; the situation seemed beyond him and Albus keeping tabs on it. At least with adults knowing, maybe they could help somehow.

He stayed out of the kitchen, as he usually did during family gatherings; his grandmother was a force to be reckoned with and he knew better than to get in her way while she was cooking, and was on his way out to the garden when he passed the living room and heard a familiar French lilted voice mention him. He paused in the doorway to look in, finding two of his Uncles and his mother crouched over something. He couldn't see it, not from the distance and with the adults clustered around it, but hearing Uncle Harry question whether it was beyond mending at least answered why Fleur had suggested he help. Something was broken, and his immediate family probably knew best of all how easily tinkering came to him, a hobby started from taking things apart and putting them together again. Chances were, whatever was broken, he could give a fair crack at fixing.

“I’ll be over here if you need me.” He grinned a little as he spoke from behind them, but kept his distance and sat at one end of a sofa; there was no point in ruining Uncle Harry’s jibe at his other Uncle’s pride. Teasing the adults didn't always go down well, but he wanted to help lighten the mood as best he could. Considering everything that'd happened, and everything that was still happening, perhaps it was the adults that needed support from the kids, for once.

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Like her namesake and grandmother, Molly wanted to be in the kitchen. She wasn't; as soon as she'd gotten in and heard Gran so enthusiastic about James, awkward jealousy struck her and she changed course to collect table settings for outside so that they could all have a proper meal for whatever her grandmother was preparing. There was no need for her to be in anyone's way. Unlike Dominique, who had that Slytherin habit of wanting to be different and edgy compared to the rest of their loving family, Molly had no desire to hinder an efficiently prepared meal simply so she could be in the center of everyone's attention.

She patted her pocket, where the carefully folded parchment remained safe. Was it any wonder she felt a little silly, now? She'd brought her final grades to show to Gran and Grandfather after all the commotion had calmed down, but now she doubted if she ever would. Molly was a graduate, and grades were no longer good enough to impress anyone, even if they were straight O's, and even if Gran still bragged about Uncle Bill's grades when he had been Head Boy. What she had now was about a month of desk work, which she doubted anyone wanted to hear about. Sometimes she got a little excitable, and told them anyway, but Molly had an excellent memory. That memory reminded her that when she was seven years old and her Uncles mentioned Father's work with cauldron bottoms, when she'd expressed it seemed perfectly important, everyone had been sent into giggles. She didn't understand then why any of her family members would say a thing they didn't mean, but sarcasm had always come slowly to Molly.

Once she'd stepped out toward the garden with a basket of silverware and placemats on her arm and immediately spotted her Uncles Bill and Charlie setting actual fires and talking about banging the tables together, Molly gasped aloud, turned on her heel, and marched straight back into the living room. Was Grandfather actually out there endorsing this behavior? Gran would put a stop to it, or Father perhaps. "Father? Gran? Uncle Bill and Uncle Charlie are setting fires in the garden and betting on who can destroy the tables fa--" she started, her shoulders slumping and a frown turning down the corners of her mouth when she saw her father tinkering with a positively ancient wireless set. He wasn't going to be paying attention, she was sure, and Uncle Harry and Aunt Fleur were in the room as well, with her cousin Louis.

Molly spared a thin smile for Louis. Although he was Dominique's brother, this year she'd come to believe he was the only one among her cousins that might understand her choices. She'd welcomed Morrigan into the school as Head Girl; something Molly felt near endless shame over. Louis had supported the witch as well, but Molly didn't think anyone truly blamed him for it. This was the difference between being likeable and being Molly. Maybe it was possible for her to make amends, if there was anything to make amends for. Was it wrong to admit she was wrong? How did she even start? "Hello Louis. Uncle Harry, Happy Birthday. We have a gift for you of course but that's for after dinner and dessert. Auntie Fleur, happy anniversary for tomorrow, in case I don't see you. Twenty-fourth, is it?" She was certain she had her dates right.

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 Posted: Jun 9 2018, 11:02 AM
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She was like a buzzing bee moving around constantly – inside, outside, inside and outside again. The only place she stayed out of was the kitchen, other than to see how her grandmother was doing and if she could lend a hand for the minor things – like the chopping the food at least. But let’s face it, the last time she was in the kitchen trying to help her grandma Molly cook she almost set the kitchen on fire. Victoire loved food - it might not show but the woman eats twice as many – and anything her grandma cooked was amazing. As it turns, she simply did not have the patience for long hours of cooking for many people.

What she was capable of doing was help set up the house for the party and sure everything was in place. Still, she was not her cousin Molly or her Uncle Percy, the only two in the family who she regards highly as the conscious to someone’s soul and when it came down to it their detail-oriented no one can match it. She stepped into the living room, after visiting briefly outside and the kitchens (moments before James and her Aunt Hermione arrived). She held a paper in her hand a quill stuck out from where it held her auburn hair tied in quick style bun. It was a checklist she did to make sure nothing was left out in preparation.

Victoire caught little Miss Molly’s snitching comment about what was happening outside. As expected, the only one to try and end the fun. Molly was a unique human being, unique enough she worried about her interning in the DMLE, for it was not Hogwarts and most of her colleagues have a thrive and a passion in the Auror department, so how she acts and behaves to how they treat her and talk about her is a little worrisome. Though there is a bright side to it, she can actually begin on helping her cousin have more fun the normal human way.

Still, she laughed as she made her presence known. “Oh Molly, unwind your clock and have fun for a change,” she mused with affection and humour; she still adored and loved her cousin even her uniqueness. “I so would go outside and offer to be the referee, just to keep it a fair game.” Nothing could ever stand in the way of her adventurous and recklessness, she did it enough as a child to make her parents go crazy over having to almost watch her every movement. In saying that, she knew her mother was present in the room and had heard what her first born was saying so she needed to turn it around and focus on her mother. “Maman, you look stunning as always.”

She looked towards both her uncles who were focusing on whatever it was her uncle Percy was tinkering with. “Uncle Percy what you trying to do?” she questioned the older uncle, before addressing younger uncle. “Happy Birthday Uncle Harry! You don’t look a day older, what’s your secret?” She made a little joke, for she saw more of her uncle than any of her family - especially her parents.

Victoire finally turned to her brother who was seated comfortably on the arm of the sofa, she hadn’t been able to see him since they had lunch together last time. “Louis, how has your summer been? Has Dominique arrived yet?” Yes, she needed to know where the thorn of her life was at the moment, even though she does love her sister, recent events had led to her wanting to avoid being in the same vicinity as Dominque. But this was a family event and she Victoire needed to be here.

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He might have expected this, the—overhelping. Call out for an extra set of silverware at dinner and he’d have half a dozen immediately thrust in his face. Bill’s wife was the first to step up to the task, illuminating the interior of the wireless set so he could see. “Thank you,” he said, and then, “Is he, really? He must be clever to be in Ravenclaw, I suppose. Proud as I am, I still wonder that Lucy or Molly didn’t wind up— Oh, Harry, good to see you.” From thin air, it seemed, Harry had wandered over to have a look at the radio as well. Percy sat back on his heels, looking up at the both of them. “Not beyond mending, I shouldn’t think, just a matter of finding the right component. Happy birthday, by the way.”

Percy adjusted his horn-rimmed glasses and cast another, somewhat dubious look at the inner workings of the machine. It was one thing to have a go at fixing something he didn’t know the first thing about when there was only one person there to witness his potential failure. Now, as more and more of his family trickled into the room, he found himself at loath to demonstrate his own obvious mechanical incompetence. If his father had been there, no doubt he’d have swept in by now to take over the project and they’d have lost him to tinkering for the whole afternoon. He made a small show of peering inside again, but was mercifully saved by the somewhat unceremonious arrival of his oldest daughter.

“Are you here collecting bets, then?” he asked her with mild, good-natured exasperation. “I’ll put ten Sickles on Charlie, if you won’t report your old dad to Games and Sports for gambling.” He smiled at her over his shoulder and straightened, wondering vaguely when his back had gotten so stiff. Probably all those years spent in militaristic service to the Minister’s office, for all the good it had done him and his family. Molly reminded him so much of himself, at her age. He couldn’t be prouder to have raised such a studious, passionate young woman, but he hoped she had better priorities than he’d had.

Victoire floated in shortly after, a butterfly alighting effortlessly on each of their shoulders in greeting before breezing off to the next relative. “Just trying to get the old wireless in working order,” he responded, removing his glasses from the bridge of his nose to give it a polish. He raised his eyebrows at Louis, who had modestly taken a seat on the sofa in that quiet way of his that reminded Percy very much of Bill in his youth. “I thought I might ask your brother for his help. What do you say, Lou? Want to give it a go? I’ve a mind it’s the tuner string giving us the trouble.” He gestured toward the radio, indicating the path was clear for Louis to have a look, if he wanted, and replaced his glasses.

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Fleur remembered the day that she had seen the bruises around her son's neck and her motherly instincts had flared up on the spot but she was better than herself in the past — she knew that questioning her son wasn't the best way to get him to admit things. If anything, her husband was more likely to get an answer out of him since he had a gentler approach to things. Even though they both were very firm individuals, she knew what people said about her. She didn't care about them but she knew that if she wanted to be a good mother, she needed to consider about how to make it easier for her children to approach her.

Having children certainly gave them a reason to be better than who they were. If anything, they were spawns of herself and Bill, although it was evident that Dominique was not merely a splitting image of her but the embodiment of Fleur herself. Dominique allowed Fleur to see herself from a third person's point of view. Her eldest daughter was very similar in that regard but there was a distinct difference in the way the both of them handled their pride, the bruising of their egos should it happen.

A flash of red came into the room and Fleur twisted her head so that she could see which ginger Weasley had entered the vicinity. As it turned out, it was Percy's eldest girl who had come in to inform about Charlie and Bill's table jousting going on outside. "You don't 'ave to worry, Molly dear," Fleur said, giggling a little as she remembered the stories Bill would sometimes share with her about their childhood. "Zey 'ave been doing zis since zey were kids. I'm certain zat your father is accustomed to zeir shenanigans."

The mention of her wedding anniversary prompted Fleur to let out a dreamy sigh, filled with gratitude at the fact that Molly remembered it. "It is. I'm very thankful zat you remember," Fleur told the young girl whilst reminding herself that she needed to prepare a special dinner date for both herself and Fleur tomorrow. They had some years where they had dinner outside and then, there were some years where she had prepared dinner for the both of them at home. As for her kids, she would have them spend time at the house of another relative while they have the time for themselves, just for that one day.

However, for now, she did not trust herself to leave Louis – or any of her kids – with the Potters. If Harry had known about Albus' situation, Fleur was confident that he would have done something about it but alas, it still had happened.

She continued to watch the interaction between Victoire and Louis, wondering how much time had passed. It felt as though that Victoire had left for Hogwarts a long time ago and with Louis being a mere age of six, he did not understand that it was just a temporary departure. Fleur remembered that her son had cried rather badly – she had spent quite a bit of time calming him – when Victoire got onto the Hogwarts Express. Dominique had been rather small too but a tad bit older.

"Come on over 'ere, petit garçon," she said, addressing her son with affection, gesturing for Louis to come over with her free hand. This would give her a chance to talk with Harry but she needed to do it in a rather subtle manner and segregate him away from the main crowd. It would be best to do this now while everyone was busy with their own tasks and the most effective way to do so without setting off alarm bells in everyone's head.

"'Arry, Bill's got something zat for you," she said but her eyes spoke of a different message. She hoped that Harry could read between the lines and comprehend the underlying message that was accompanied by steady gaze.


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Large family gatherings were always a different sort of beast. Lucy didn't think she was bad at social situations, per say, but The Burrow had its own set of problems. There were little rivalries that erupted, making eddies in the normal flow of events. There were also dozens of people running around, the number somehow feeling overwhelming.

Plus, since almost everyone had red hair, it was hard to immediately identify who each person was with a passing glance. Of course, there were the exceptions - they stood out from the crowd. She didn't need that much help with her cousins, Victorie and Louis always stood out. There was her Aunt Fleur, and she was speaking with her uncle Harry.

Then, there were the gingers. Only two were in here, but others littered the outside, and the Kitchen (a room she expressly forbade herself to enter unless it was absolutely necessary). Her sister, who seemed to be getting into an argument already with Victorie, and her father, trying to fix a radio. Very, very poorly.

Lucy leaned against the frame of the door, and groaned. Did her father try to embarrass her at every pass? It wasn't intentional, no, but fixing a radio? She wondered idly, perhaps not the first time, if she could be adopted by a family in Mongolia.

At the very least, she'd stand out more.

It did look like her dad was asking for help, which was a relief. Louis could probably fix what was going on. Everyone seemed busy, so there was no point in interrupting them all. With everyone having broken off into a conversation, she slipped into the room and took a seat in a chair. She didn't sneak - that would be as noticeable as loudly announcing her presence - like her sister did.

Lucy was just very, very good at not being noticalble.

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Harry offered Louis a jovial smile when he called out, offering his expertise should Percy yield to it. It took hardly another minute for an entire flock of Weasleys to surround the trio that originally surrounded the wireless set, leaving Harry buried in a sea of red heads and wide smiles. Each one was more contagious than the last, though a heavy weight placed across his shoulders kept Harry's grin from spreading too far. It was an inexplicable feeling, a sort of dour cloud that waited in his lungs to quash moments of particular enthusiasm.

He was in the middle of thinking about it when the younger Molly Weasley offered him birthday wishes, alluding to a gift that waited for him in the future. He patted her shoulder, nodding.

"Ah, thanks, I'm sure it'll be lovely," he said, pretty certain that the Weasley clan had him just as well pegged as they always did. Never one for extravagant pleasures or the most gargantuan of prizes, he was perfectly fine with a new sweater and perhaps some socks that didn't have any holes in them. While he could now afford those things for himself, they often slipped his mind, leaving him to thrive on a modest lifestyle.

Victoire was the next one to offer him some congratulations, and as she approached, Harry found himself stepping away from the growing crowd a little. She mentioned his youthful appearance — he was pretty sure he was now more wrinkled than ever, but the compliment was still greatly appreciated — and wished him a happy birthday.

"My secret?" He responded, looking a little thoughtful. "Plenty of OJ... but don't tell anyone. Everyone at the ministry thinks it's magic, you know."

Not quite perfect joke aside, Harry pursed his lips an stepped away, offering Percy a raised hand as a distracted offer of thanks for his own birthday commentary. Before he could step away, however, Fleur tapped his shoulder, catching him on the edge of the crowd. Something in her eyes told him she was searching for something in him that he wasn't sure he could provide. Looking a little concerned, the Man Who Lived studied her with a serious expression across his face.

Her accent, over the years, hadn't grown any less pronounced... but it was so endearingly Fleur that he hardly noticed it anymore. It was part of her unique character, and one of the things that he felt certain the entire family admired about her. In an England full of Weasleys, Bill and Fleur had always been the most exotic. Charlie was a slight third, due to his work, but...

The thought occurred to Harry as Fleur said it that he still hadn't gone to find Bill. The distraction with the wireless set had been a welcome one, and he had perhaps pushed it a little too far out of mind. Nodding solemnly, he crossed his arms over his chest, turning his gaze back to the family around the set so as not to attract much attention. Over the years, he'd gotten a little better at blending in. Something about the novelty of his position still made him a magnet for it, but the Weasley family had so much flair about them that it was hard not to get lost among it all anyway.

Besides, it sounded a little like Fleur didn't want them to be overheard.

"Bill? Yeah, bet he does," Harry nonchalantly responded, certain that he knew what Fleur was talking about. "I'll be heading out to find him in a minute or two. Just wanted to get all the birthday wishes out of the way."

He gestured, amicably, to the family around them, still quietly talking to Fleur. "Love everybody, but it never starts feeling normal, does it? All the birthday wishes. It's a little like being a zoo animal, but instead of throwing pellets at you, they offer you free cake."

Harry shrugged a second later. Turning his gaze to the doorway, he patted his belly and pointed toward the doorway. The seriousness still hadn't left his face. Perhaps it was the only tell that he was feeling a little nervous, a little weighted down. Perhaps there were others, little indicators that he couldn't identify.

"Can't really get enough of it, still. Bill out in the garden?"
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 Posted: Jun 13 2018, 02:40 AM
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The sitting room was still full of relatives but it was significantly less in comparison the amount of Weasleys on the front yard. Getting out of there had been a piece of cake but when his eyes landed on Aunt Fleur, he grimaced inwardly as he shifted his gaze towards her son, his cousin — the one he had nearly killed just a couple of days ago. Guilt weighed upon him since then and he had spent most of his time within the four walls of his room. Thankfully, it was normal for Albus is be rather isolated from his family most of the time; his quiet nature made it easier to get away with things without people questioning too much about his general activities. He might be the mischievous little brother but half the time, it was often because he got dragged into shenanigans by Lily and Hugo, knowing that he wouldn't dare to do it out of his own accord... unless it was James they were dealing with.

Cypress eyes raked across Louis' collar, noting that it was as high as it could be but he knew that if anyone looked just a little closer, they'll see the discolouration of skin peeking from beneath the fabric and Albus had been the cause of it.

It was no wonder that Uncle Bill had been looking at him in the way he had. For as long as he knew his French cousins, he was aware who was closer to which parent: Dominique was closer to her mother while Louis was closer to his father whereas Victoire was fairly close to both. He watched carefully at his relatives gathered around Uncle Percy – he knew it was Uncle Percy because of his voice – all at one shot, showering his father with birthday wishes. He took a whiff, noting his grandmother's cooking was seeping from the kitchen into the room; he could feel his mouth watering at the thought of feasting upon it. He could hear the sound of James, Grandmum and Aunt Hermione as he stood at the door of the house.

He kept his distance from the group, watching them ever so fondly. He had already greeted his father a happy birthday the moment the clock had struck midnight and his own present had been brought over, just so that he could open all the presents when the time was right.

"Hi Aunt Fleur and Uncle Percy," he greeted the both of them, making his presence known to them before he greeted his cousins one by one, with Louis being the last name to be said.


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 Posted: Jun 14 2018, 02:29 PM
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At the small smile Molly sent his way, Louis replied with one of his own. They'd never been particularly close as far as cousins went, but standing together in support of Morrigan, and ultimately being misguided about that, was something they both shared. Molly seemed to always get the rough end of things for having whatever opinions she might have, and Louis felt somewhat bad for her, on occasion. That said, from what he could tell she also often didn't help her own cause; he'd grown up knowing how she acted, but most non-family members he expected would find her abrasive. "Hi, Molly. Enjoying your internship?" Similarly to Dominique, Molly had landed herself a good internship at the Ministry, which he thought was nice. He wouldn't bother her with it at the gathering, but he made a mental note to ask her about her experiences as a Head student.

Victoire swept in then, on her back-and-forth route between the rooms of the Burrow, and Louis held in a sigh. Of course she'd almost immediately ask about Dominique, after a passing comment to Molly and a query about his summer. He wanted to ask for the sisters to not make a scene, especially not like he'd overheard between them back at home, but while around family he was reluctant to draw attention to it. "My summer's going alright, thank you. Dominique's around somewhere I'm sure, but I've not seen her yet." He'd spent his life caught between his sisters; he didn't want to encourage them to clash again amongst family.

His uncle called him over at that point, seeming to bow to some potential help, and he smiled just a little as he rose from the sofa, speaking to his cousin and sister as he went. At least he could hide the tension that'd crept into his shoulders at the idea of Victoire seeking Dominique out, by removing himself for a moment. "I'll be back in a second; my Ravenclaw skills are needed." His mother was calling him over at that point too, so he crossed the room to the wireless, taking the space his Uncle had cleared. Standing among the adults, it quietly dawned in the back of his head how he wasn't much shorter than them anymore, but he put that aside in favour of peering into the wireless where Uncle Percy had opened the panel.

It'd been a while since he'd looked at the inner workings of a wireless, but essentially they were all the same; capacitors and pulleys and, as his Uncle had said, a tuning string. The light cast from his mother's wand was enough to illuminate inside the device, and he gave a nod as he immediately recognised the problem. "Yup, it's the string." He moved aside so Percy could see, given that his mother had struck up a conversation now with his other Uncle, Harry. He pointed carefully towards the back of the large tuning dial, where against the bottom of the casing the end of the string was just about visible. "Back there. Reparo should do it." What he wouldn't give to be able to cast magic outside of school; but he still months before the Trace left him. It would be so much easier when he could just use magic for the easy things. "It should remember which parts it's meant to be coiled around and how taut it should be for the dial."

While he had tuned out what others around him were talking about to focus on what he was looking at, Albus' quiet voice greeting him among the others automatically made him glance over his shoulder at the other boy. He'd made sure to keep his collar high and tight, wanting to hide as much of the bruising as possible, although the height the blanket had gotten around his throat had made that a little difficult. Regardless, he didn't want the awkward situation between them seem too obvious to those outside of their immediate families. He hadn't been able to hide anything from his family, certainly not with Dominique rescuing them like she had, and he wasn't sure he would've wanted to, anyway. Not with Albus' dreams getting that dangerous. "Hey, Albus." He spoke as casually as he could, but left it at that, turning back to the wireless and trying his best to hide how agitated he was at potentially sounding rude to his cousin.

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 Posted: Jun 17 2018, 02:52 PM
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Molly tried very hard not to allow her shoulders to sink at the greeting she received from her relatives. Did no one take her seriously? Lifting her chin in her best attempt to avoid a frown, Molly pulled her hair over her shoulder and slowly began to do what she always did when she felt unwelcome or nervous--braid it. "If I wasn't so on top of things, your files would be quite out of order, Victoire. Someone needs to keep a clock wound enough to know what time it is." She suspected her cousin might have been joking, but it was difficult to tell--especially with something as frequently commented on as how very uptight Molly was. Her father seemed to join in as well, offering to place bets. "Father! You really shouldn't encourage them, you know. Next we'll look out there and it'll be Lily and Hugo bashing tables at one another. They could put an eye out, and then where would we be?" Daydreaming about a particular Healer at St. Mungo's is where Molly would be, apparently. A sudden redness came over Molly's cheeks at the thought, and she turned her face away to the side to attempt to disguise the evidence of all thoughts of sweet, handsome Peter Clearwater. It was there she saw her sister, sitting unobtrusively as possible in a chair nearby. "Oh, hello Lucy. Push over a little will you?"

She shuffled her sister over so that they might share the seat. They were both slender girls, and didn't require much in the way of room for their respective bottoms. Molly hadn't considered that her loud mouth would now direct more attention toward Lucy, which was likely the opposite of what she wanted. Then again, Molly was guilty of almost never considering that. She loved Lucy, but her sister was mild-mannered enough to never tell her where she might go wrong in expressing it.

Her Aunt Fleur chimed in then, her voice as silvery and fluid as it had ever been. The woman was incredibly beautiful, and also the obvious source of Dominique's excessive haughtiness. Despite that, she liked Aunt Fleur, and was unable to keep a slight frown from her lips when she too decided that wrecking Gran and Grandad's family dinner tables for outside was anything less than a family emergency. She did thank her for remembering their anniversary: a mixed bag. "Oh of course, you're very welcome. And I know that Father's probably very used to it but we should consider the younger cousins." She paused, wondering if she ought to doubt herself, but the thought was chased away by Uncle Harry's hand on her shoulder to pat it in thanks. "You're very welcome in advance, Uncle Harry. I hope it's a wonderful birthday, and it's lovely to get to see you in the office. Hello, Albus." she greeted Harry's son.

Louis asked about the internship she had taken care to mention not once but twice in the past few moments, and Molly perked up instantly, smiling and sitting up straight. "I love it. It's a shame that the Minister's Office isn't accepting my original internship yet, but Minister Ravensby must get settled first you know so it's only a matter of time. I'm glad I get to work in the Auror Office as well. It's helpful to Lucy's plans for after graduation, isn't it, Lucy? Anyway, it's wonderful, thank you for asking. I'm very busy, and volunteering at Mungo's on the weekends as well. I like that very much, too." There was certainly no need for anyone to go looking for Dominique, and Molly couldn't help but roll her eyes a little when Victoire prompted Louis to answer where their own sister was. Her cousin would announce her presence with enough misplaced bossiness to push them all straight out of the Burrow, Molly was (hypocritically) certain. "Thank you, Louis, for helping with that. Father, come on over here out of Louis's way?"

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 Posted: Jun 19 2018, 12:12 PM
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Poor Harry. The most famous wizard of his time and he’d never been comfortable in the spotlight. Even among the people who’d become his family, after all this time, the attention still didn’t sit well on his shoulders. When he was younger and Harry had first started coming around, he hadn’t understood it. After the war, though, he thought he did grasp it a little better. He’d never known the difference between wanted and unwanted attention before then. So, when Harry likened it to being a zoo animal, he smiled in wry understanding. “I’m sure Mum’s got some pellets around somewhere, if that’s preferable. It is your birthday, after all.” What was it that Fleur was saying? Something that Bill had for Harry? It could have been a birthday present, but an underlying seriousness alluded to something different. He resolved to ask later, but not in front of the rest.

In the meantime, Louis was making his way over to the set. Percy gestured at it, indicating he should feel free to have a look. He hadn’t realized the boy was so mechanically-minded, but as Fleur had suggested, her son had an eye for it. “Is that right,” he mused, leaning down to see the string Louis had identified. “I’d let you do the honors, but that would be terribly irresponsible.” He drew his wand and muttered the incantation for the mending charm. The string began to tauten soon after. Cautiously, he tried the volume, and then the tuner. White noise filtered through the speaker at first, along with a high-pitched whine as he adjusted the dial, and finally gave way to Celestina Warbeck’s Cauldron Full of Hot, Strong Love. Percy beamed and clapped Louis on the shoulder.

“Fine job, there, Lou, thank you! Clever as they come, which I’m sure is entirely your mother’s doing.” He smiled knowingly at Fleur, and waved to Albus, who’d just arrived, but was distracted as Molly continued on about the goings-on outside. Merlin, she was so like him in miniature. Not so miniature now, though. Molly was a capable young woman with a good head on her shoulders. Perhaps screwed on too tight, but he’d had the same issue at her age.

He took the bait of her rhetorical question. “Outside, giving them pointers, no doubt,” he interjected. The notion that Lily or Hugo could possibly do enough damage to one another with a set of tables was borderline preposterous, but there were also enough family members here that he was confident any accidents would be met with creditable medical attention. You didn’t grow up with brothers like Fred and George without learning a thing or two about healing. It was necessary for survival.

“There’s our next Head Girl!” he declared, pride event. “Don’t be such a wallflower, Lucy,” he called, pointedly ignoring Molly’s suggestion that he was in the way, but he replaced the panel and made his way over to their seating place all the same. “Still waiting on the letter, but we’re confident, aren’t we? Lucy, you’re fortunate to have a sister ahead of you at the Ministry. I wish I’d had someone looking out for me, but I made my own way, I suppose…”

He trailed off but quickly decided any talk of his own beginnings at the Ministry was exactly the unwanted sort of attention he’d been thinking about before. Instead, he looked to Victoire. “I’m sure Dominique feels the same, having you there to watch her back, Victoire, but I hope you’ll look after my girl as well. Though, it sounds as though she might be minding your desk better than her own.” He was sure Molly was minding everyone’s desk—she really couldn’t help herself—but he didn’t think that particular opinion needed to be voiced.

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Fleur Weasley

Fleur chuckled at Percy as his lovely daughter demanded that he get out of Louis' way while he proceeded to work on the broken radio. As her son passed her, she eyed his covered neck, reminding herself that while it had been mostly Albus' fault, from what Bill had told her, it seemed that the boy had no clue what was happening to him even if he was aware of it.

As her boy was fixing the radio, telling Uncle Percy what he needed to do, a meek voice broke through by greeting the seniors first. With a gentle smile, she waved to her nephew and greeted Albus, "Look who it is. 'ello Albus." She glanced at Louis, noting at how his posture seemed to stiffen but it was subtle, only noticeable to those who knew about the incident within the walls of the Shell Cottage. Albus seemed to be trying to make everything appear normal and she knew that it was his best attempt at not letting anyone worry, neither did he want anyone to know of the awkward tension between himself and Louis.

She let her gaze linger on Albus for a moment longer before they softened, remembering that Harry's youngest son, in particular, was especially close to his half-French relatives. When the kids were younger, Albus seemed to tag along with Louis quite often. Fleur had long noticed that Albus was more partial to the males of the family but she understood that it was mostly because there was such an overwhelming amount of females in their family, very unlike the childhood that his mother had gone through with all her brothers and herself being the only female. The French woman remembered that before Louis, it had been Albus tagging behind James most of the time simply because he was the big brother.

Her baby boy never truly got the opportunity to be an older one till Albus, Rose, Hugo and Lily came along, all of whom were younger than him. To think that her son would eventually be like a big brother to a whole bunch o them, especially to Albus. Fleur remembered that him crying when Victoire had first left for Hogwarts — Louis had been six at the time and Dominique, a tad bit older, but when he was older he understood that he would eventually join them at Hogwarts too. She missed the times when her kids were still small, small enough for her to hold in her arms. Dominique proved to have quite a stubborn streak, reminiscent of herself, and already dreaming of big things as well as a strong desire to achieve them. Victoire took after her father, even though Louis was the one who reminded her of Bill in terms of personality, way before she was sorted into Gryffindor.

Enough of the nostalgia. Now, they had more important things to discuss.

"Come, 'Arry. Let us go to Bill," she said, tearing her gaze away from the boy with cypress eyes. Her skirt billowed gently behind her as she made her way to the door where she could hear the voices of Lily and Hugo alongside the Weasley brothers (apart from Percy). It'd be best if they were to be left alone, that no other relative would follow them.


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