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Tristan T. Travers ([info]alliterative) wrote in [info]finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-10-31 23:16:00

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Entry tags:character: julian travers, character: pandora montgomery, character: tristan travers

RP: Tristan, Julian, and Pandora
Who: Tristan Travers, Julian Travers, and Pandora Montgomery (with a cameo by Hyperion Montgomery)
What: Tristan gets out of prison, and Julian and Pandora are there to meet him.
Where: Atrium of the Ministry of Magic
When: Friday, 30 October, 2004. Morning.
Rating: SFW as of right now. Will change if it changes.



As the lift rattled to the the atrium of the Ministry of Magic, Tristan Travers couldn't help but replay the finally decision to let him go. He would not be going back to Azkaban once he left this building, despite the escort he and his solicitor received. He was free. He could step out of the Ministry of Magic a free man. The thought was enough to make him grin and hug the bag of clothes his solicitor had handed to him upon entering the lift; a simple black robe was all he'd had on him upon entering Azkaban, a robe that no longer fit. Leaving, he wore another robe, also black, but of finer quality and better fit than his old robe would have been. He hugged that bag tight, silently praying, as the doors to the lift clanked open, that this was not a trick or a dream.

Tristan followed his solicitor out and toward the golden gates that separated the bank of lifts from the atrium itself. Just a few more feet, he told himself, putting one step over the other, brushing his long, dark hair out of his eyes. (Though his solicitor had tsked and fussed over the length of his hair, which, in the end, didn't seem to have had any bearing on the outcome of his appeal trial.) Just a few more...

His solicitor reached the gates first and opened one, holding it for Tristan. He paused, letting the smile fall from his face before glancing over at his Auror escort. He was beyond ecstatic to be leaving to go anymore but prison, but smiling at the Auror -- at his cousin -- seemed too much. He didn't allow himself a hopeful or pleading look as he briefly studied the man he'd once played with when they were both little. He took in what he could of him (as he certainly didn't expect to see him again on some social visit or anything else of the sort while secretly hoping he never saw him again for anything the Ministry deemed nefarious of his own actions), and when Hyperion nodded toward him, he nodded back. Then he faced forward again and stepped through those golden gates for what he hoped would be the last time.

Part of a weight lifted off his shoulders as he continued into the atrium proper, following behind his solicitor and his quick pace. He wondered, briefly, if he were supposed to follow the man back to his office or somewhere specific when he noticed where he was heading.

A tall man and a short woman stood off to one side in the atrium, the man pacing and the woman fidgeting. It'd been over six years since he last saw either of them, and while he noticed all the changes they'd gone through physically, he'd have recognised them anywhere. Again, he smiled, walking faster, nearly knocking over the solicitor in his haste to reach them. He did manage to bump into a wizard, not stopping to apologise because he wasn't sorry that wizard hadn't moved out of the way despite seeing him.

Without thought, Tristan let his bag with his old robe in it drop to the floor, using both arms to wrap the man up in a tight hug. "Julian," he breathed, nearly clinging to his older brother. He didn't want to let go, didn't want to lose the feeling of comfort that came from holding on to him so tightly. But eventually he did, just to bend down to wrap his cousin up in another tight hug.


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[info]licentious1
2014-11-04 12:53 am UTC (link)
"Come on, Dora, who doesn't like a good pun? Though really, they should have named it Sensu Alley like I recommended." He hadn't, but it still amused him.

Her rolled his eyes at his cousin and brother's concern. "Didn't anyone ever tell you two to respect your elders? It's just an occasional bet, nothing to get your knickers in a twist over. And speaking of knickers, yours were a little old, Trist, so I bought some more, as well as a couple other sets of robes. I'll have Fluffy over tonight with them so you'll have something else to wear tomorrow. Unless you plan on spending the day naked at Dora's."

He grinned lasciviously at the mention of someone. "What you really mean is that you're afraid I'll seduce him away from you, and while I agree I'm quite irresistible, I wouldn't do that to my darling little cousin." He reached over in an attempt to ruffle her hair as well. "So come on, do tell - what's he like?"

He nodded in agreement with Pandora's explanation. "I'll get you one, don't worry. They're the 'new owl', don't you know."

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[info]alliterative
2014-11-04 02:19 am UTC (link)
That small swelling in his chest constricted, sending another quick stab of pain through his sternum. His room had been kept the same, but, again, it sounded like Julian didn't want him around. Or maybe his mother didn't want him around. He couldn't blame either of them in the end. He couldn't even blame them, either. He was a convicted Death Eater. He'd been on the wrong side of the war. And he'd left them. He knew he had to deal with that, but he shoved it deep down for now, not wanting to even think about it.

Quietly, Tristan continued to listen to the pair of them, letting himself re-familiarise himself with their voices and banter. He had to admit part of him was curious about whoever it was that had Pandora's attention and possibly her affections, and he laughed a bit at the suggestion that Julian would seduce him away from her. He didn't know if it were possible or not, but the idea still amused him. In his mind, it played out like a comic book.

Taking the journal from Pandora, Tristan flipped through it, finding he had more questions than answers. Like why were they the new owls, and who decided people needed them anyway, and why a journal of all things? Instead of asking anything, he said, "There is way too much to catch up on," and laughed. "I guess your love life is a good place to start, huh? I don't have to stay around, lurking in your place if you're expecting a gentleman caller." He gave her a mischievous smile before wiping it off to order a simple single scoop of vanilla.

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[info]pandacharms
2014-11-04 03:22 am UTC (link)
"Sensu Alley, yeah, that'd work for the escorts at least,"she retorted good naturedly.

"Can't say I didn't warn him," she muttered to herself, still giving Julian a dark look. "Naked day at Dora's," she repeated dryly, glancing up sidewise at Tristan before rolling her eyes at Julian's silliness.

She ducked her head away from Julian's hand, pretending to bite at it. "He's a former Hufflepuff, and he's very nice. And no you're not allowed to seduce him away, Jules, you naughty lad. He's very.. comfortable to be around, but not boring." She shrugged. She didn't know how to describe the butterflies and that he made her smile and feel almost normal, because she didn't know if either of them knew how off she could really be. Or that she hadn't had a proper real relationship since before the war.

She tucked her feet under her in the chair, automativ short person habit, but not before scooting it closer to Tristan. She couldn't help it. It had been so long. Too damn long. "You don't have to take yourself off anywhere. You'll never be unwelcome in my home." She said it stoutly and firmly. Even if her home were a tiny one room flat, he'd always be welcome. She took a moment to order her strange usual - dark cherry chocolate espresso with a few mint sprinkles.

While Julian ordered, she turned toward Tristan, pullinh a knee to her chest to do so. It made her appear a little smaller and younger. She tilted her head, catching his gaze firmly. "Tris." Her head tilted a little more, invitingly, and she left the intense memory of him coming out to them at the top of her mind, if he wanted to see it. "Love you, you know. Missed you terribly." She said it all softly, but she felt he should know. She'd not had anyone to tell her thst when she'd gotten out, and it was somehow very important to her that he be told, just as it had been terribly important to meet him, when no one had initially met her til Filius had appeared.

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[info]licentious1
2014-11-04 04:33 am UTC (link)
He grinned. "If he's a former Hufflepuff, then I probably know him. We're all very nice, don't you know," he teased.

A part of Julian was envious at how easy it seemed for Pandora to say how much she wanted Tristan in her home, yet another reason why Tristan should go there. Julian, well, was far better at being physically demonstrative than he was at saying words that meant something.

He turned to the server with his most charming smile and a wink, recognizing them from a night a couple of months ago. The woman blushed, then playfully slapped his shoulder when he gave his order in the most lascivious way possible. When he turned back to the others, he had the sense that he'd missed something important. He cleared his throat and made himself comfortable in the uncomfortable seat. "Would you two rather I leave you to your own devices?" He arched an eyebrow and tried to play it as a joke.

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[info]alliterative
2014-11-05 04:49 am UTC (link)
As Tristan listened to Pandora talk, however briefly, about the bloke she was interested in, it occurred to him that he could get more information from her without her having to say a word. However, given their past, he wasn't sure about using Legilimency on her. He'd done it often enough when they were younger, but they weren't who they were during the war, or so he assumed. Some things may not have changed, but he was sure others did. But one thing he didn't think would change would be her feelings on him digging around in her mind.

However, picking up on emotions and images at the forefront of someone's mind was not the same as digging around in that person's mind. Especially when he knew that person well enough to know when it was okay to do so. Tristan smiled at her words and the memory of when she'd seen him coming out into the atrium and over to her and his brother. Years later, it was still a strange thing to see how someone else saw him. "Love you, too," he said quietly, putting as much emotion behind the words as he could, reaching out to squeeze her hand again.

Julian's words grabbed his attention again, and he caught sight of the waitress as she retreated, caught her eyes as she glanced back at their table, at Julian specifically. He raised his brows at her, resisting a snort at what he found on the forefront of her mind. "Some things never change, do they," he said, looking back at his brother. "Like the fact that if you leave, i will steal a wand and curse your arse." He grinned, mostly teasing. He wouldn't steal a wand or curse his brother for leaving, but there was a good chance he'd hop the table and tackle him to the ground if he tried to leave.

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[info]pandacharms
2014-11-05 06:02 am UTC (link)
"You probably do. Which is why you'll not be meeting him quite yet," she said somewhat primly, a teasing glint in her eyes. Besides, Chris was nice... to her. She knew everyone might not think quite the same. There was also the fact that both her cousins and her brother had never really liked the few boys she'd dated in school.

She and Tristan had had some private rules governing rifling around her mind since the war. She'd always been pretty open with it, when it wasn't forced, which was strange except that Tristan had already known most of her secrets. But so long as she invited him, silently or aloud, he was welcome. She always let him know when he wasn't, usually with a smack. She supposed it helped that often her gaze still fell to lips rather than eyes during general conversation.

She turned her hand over in his and held it again, knowing it was probably silly and not really caring what anyone thought. Tristan was probabl the only one who really understood a lot of the war and what she'd been through, but more than that he'd always been her close friend. Hell, they'd even been born the same day.

Dora glanced almost sharply at Julian, wishing she knew what was up therr right now. She flicked her wrist and her wand slipped into her hand, and she flipped it over, presenting the handle to Tristan. "Have at," she said dryly, amused. "Because boy not going anywhere, if we have to chain you to the table."

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[info]licentious1
2014-11-06 02:50 am UTC (link)
"You're such a tease," Julian said about the talk of Pandora's beau. He maturely stuck his tongue out at her.

He rolled his eyes at the two of them. "To hear the two of you talk, you'd think I'd just jumped away from the table and made a beeline for the door." He shook his head almost fondly. It wasn't that he wanted to leave, but for a moment there, he had felt like he was intruding on an intimate moment between the other two. "But speaking of wands, I suppose we'll have to get you a new one. As soon as possible, since you're out of practice a few years. That way you can use it for everything and anything, even if you don't have to - it's the best way to get used to magic again."

It was something their father had said to Julian after the first breakout, about how Azkaban had kept them from their magical conduit for so long that it had almost been like living Muggle, and that it took time and practice to get used to it again.

"Perhaps we could all go shopping Sunday or Monday, have a day together, buy a few robes and dresses, get a massage... We can go to Hardd Knut since your cuticles have seen better days, and you can use a treat as well, Dora darling."

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[info]alliterative
2014-11-06 09:45 pm UTC (link)
Tristan took the offered handled of Pandora's wand, wrapping his fingers around it. It felt strange in his hand, partially because he hadn't held a wand in years, partially because it wasn't his wand, nor had he won it. Part of his brain, part of his body clicked as he held that wand, spun around in ways he hadn't felt since before he woke up in the Ministry. Instincts woke up and crawled through his body, down his arm, itching to test his abilities and limits, even with a wand that wasn't his. Although he lazily, briefly, pointed the wand at his brother, Tristan kept a tight control over himself and his mind, careful not to let it be more than a stick in his hand. He didn't know Pandora's wand, and the last thing he wanted to do was accidentally hurt his brother or anyone else in the ice cream parlour.

A few seconds later, he let the wand dropp down, still maintaining a tight grip on his control, before gently twirling it in his fingers to hand back to Pandora, handle first. "I think he's good. Besides," he looked at Julian, "I'd think a former bed mate," his eyes flicked to the serving girl, amusement in them, "would get you running out the door faster than the two of us, sitting her innocently, minding our own business.

"But, I do need a wand," he said. "I don't know what happened to mine after..." Did the Ministry keep spare wands from fights? Or did they destroy them? Either sounded entirely plausible to him, though he had no intention of making a formal inquiry about the location of his wand. He never realised how much he missed his wand until he began wondering about where it might have ended up. Part of him felt rather nostalgic, but he shook it off, adding, "I wouldn't mind a few robes, either. Not sure about that massage..." He'd never had one before, and he didn't know what one might entail, though his curiosity was a little piqued at the prospect. "But I suppose I won't rule it out until I know more about it."

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[info]pandacharms
2014-11-07 02:21 am UTC (link)
Dora simply smirked at Julian. Once she knew more where she stood with things -- she did miss the ... rules and formalae of a pureblood courtship, she really did, she always knew where she stood there -- she would open up more about it. Until then, she would figure things out on her own, she supposed.

She wasn't sure how well her wand would work for him, if she was being honest, but despite its loyalty to her, she thought it would listen to her desires that he be able to use it for a little while, at least. It was an act of trust, though, giving one's wand over to someone, and that she didn't flinch doing it said a lot. She grinned at Julian. "Nah, just wanted to make sure you knew where you should keep your bum, despite pretty waitresses tempting you away." She teased him and winked.

She grimaced slightly in sympathy. "I still don't know where my old wand went either," she told Tristan wistfully. She still missed it; she'd grown up with that wand. It might have done some bad things for her, but it had done whatever she had asked. She accepted her ice cream quietly, leaning back in her chair a little as the brothers discussed a shopping trip. "The Hard Knutt does a good massage," she murmured.

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[info]licentious1
2014-11-08 06:45 pm UTC (link)
Julian had watched Tristan taking hold of Pandora's wand with interest, and hadn't felt any threat when it was briefly pointed at him. No matter what had happened, no matter how much guilt and shame filled him at times, he had never feared his little brother, and never would.

"Ah, but the two of you seem to forget that there is little mystery left with former bedmates. It's the future ones who are far more enticing," he added with a wink. "And don't take a little flirting as anything other than it is - again, you're stuck with me until you've had your fill and send me off, or until tonight when I'll need a cuddle in bed, and the choice will be between you lot and Wallace."

He also wouldn't be able to stay past the next day as he not only wanted to check on his dog but his mother as well. He'd tried to tell her about Tristan's release the other day, but he didn't know how aware she had been and how much of the information she'd taken in. He kept trying, though, as she deserved to know what was happening with her youngest son.

He grinned at Pandora. "Gemma's quite talented with both her wand and her fingers, it's just a shame she doesn't shag blokes anymore. A terrible waste, I tell you." He chuckled and turned to Tristan to explain. "Gemma's the owner of the spa. She was a year older than me in school and had an interesting reputation. So, aside from a wand, robes, and perhaps a little pampering, what else shall we do? Money is no object, it's my treat." His eyes lit up with a thought. "A broom, we should get you a broom too!"

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[info]alliterative
2014-11-11 02:41 am UTC (link)
Tristan took his ice cream scoop with a thank you, picking up the spoon and taking a small bite. He closed his eyes as the vanilla flavour and cold exploded on his tongue. It may have been considered plain by main, but it was the sweetest, most amazing thing he'd tasted in years. As far as he was concerned, it was heaven. He let the bit of ice cream warm and melt on his tongue before swallowing it down, opening his eyes and spooning another small bite into his mouth.

As he slowly and carefully ate his ice cream, he listened to Julian talk about this spa place and its proprietor. He wasn't sure what to make of the bits of information he provided, so he focused briefly on his ice cream and briefly on what else Julian said. Then he focused on sucking on his spoon, his stomach already causing a bit of a struggle against the sweet treat.

"A broom, huh?" Could he even fly one at this point? Was he even allowed? Tristan wasn't sure. Maybe that was a question for his probation officer. "We can get me a broom," he said with a smile, taking another small bite of ice cream.

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[info]pandacharms
2014-11-11 10:35 pm UTC (link)
"Oh darling, so jaded," Panda said, pouting her lips at Julian in sympathy. "Some amount of familiarity makes it more fun." She had never understood his preference for one-night stands. She'd had a couple and they made her feel worse about herself rather than being fun and everything he seemed to find in it, even if it did feel briefly good. But she smiled at him, for she'd never minded being a hug toy every now and again if he needed it. Her cousins and her siblings were probably the only ones she had ever really slept with, in the sleeping-only sense.

She kept an eye on Tristan, a small smile playing on her lips, as she watched him taste his ice cream for the first time in so long. she could still remember doing that after Azkaban as well. She took a bite of her ice cream, mmming quietly to herself.

"A broom would be good for you, yes," she said, focussing briefly on her ice cream so that no one would be able to tell she was thinking about how her broom was still her school broom, a very good one at the time but with some age on it. She'd yet to be able to justify buying a new one since she'd started receiving a better income, and before that it had been impossible to get a new one. "We'll have to hit around bludgers sometime soon, then. I have some bludgers and bats. Julian never plays with me any more." She pouted at him again over her dish of ice cream.

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[info]licentious1
2014-11-13 02:31 am UTC (link)
If he didn't know better, Julian would have teased Pandora about being sweet and innocent. As it was, he simply grinned knowingly and accepted his dish from the server, a pumpkin brownie topped with hazelnut ice cream, slathered in thick chocolate fudge. Julian's taste in dessert was as decadent and hedonist as his other tastes.

His lips twisted in the smallest frown, only for a moment, as he saw how slowly Tristan ate. He would have to have a chat with the house elf Orville would give his brother, remind the creature that Tristan needed to eat and fill out more. If he had to, he'd send Fluffy over regularly with food and treats until his brother looked a little more like the young boy he remembered from six years earlier.

Julian poked his tongue out at Pandora before using his spoon to scoop up some of his brownie concoction. "Some of us are too pretty for quidditch injuries, love. Besides, it's so much more fun to watch from the sidelines."

To say the least, Julian wasn't a practical man. Logic and reason tended to be the last things that crossed his mind, and often in his own self-centredness, he missed things around him, even in the lives of those he loved. It sometimes took a good smack upside the head to remind him of something important that didn't directly affect him and his quest for pleasure. One actual practical thought, however, managed to make itself known in his mind.

"The two of you will let me know if there's anything you need at the flat, all right? Any furniture, food, amenities... say the word and it's yours."

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[info]alliterative
2014-11-15 01:53 am UTC (link)
Briefly, very briefly, Tristan wondered if Julian's comment meant he'd been cut off, if that was just another part of him not really being wanted around. His grandparents could have cut him off, or perhaps his great-grandfather. He wouldn't put it past Orville to do it to prove a point, even if part of him believed his mother wouldn't have wanted that or approved it. He may have been younger, but he was almost certain he had something set aside for him from his mother's side as well as his father's. However, as he took another bite of ice cream, doubt filtered into his mind, though he managed not to show it.

"I can't speak for Pandora, but, yeah, I'll let you know," he said with a bright smile. "Might need a pool or a hot tub. Maybe an over sized bathtub similar to the one with the prefects bath at Hogwarts." He laughed, clearly joking. Though, honestly, he did miss that tub with its many taps and bubbles. But he did not miss Moaning Myrtle popping in from time to time to spy on all the male prefects.

"What about you, Panda? Julian's handing out free money. What all would you like with it?" he asked, unable to keep a straight face.

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[info]pandacharms
2014-11-15 04:15 am UTC (link)
She made a face at Julian. "Wimp," she teased comfortably. Her pain threshold, always high, had shot through the roof during the war, when she'd inadvertently begone disconnecting once she hit an injury bad enough to do anything significant.

"There's a hot tub on the roof," Dora recalled, turning toward Tristan to tell him. "You just have to not do magic on the roof unless you make sure no one is there. Muggles have access." Which of course let the cat out of the bag she lived in more muggle London now, but she didn't really care. "Flat is warded, though, within reason, and the workroom you can pretty much do anything. Both of you will get keyed into the wards." The first time she'd keyed anyone except Rich, given she was there at his generosity, into wards in years. "Of course, we can ward sometimes up there but we can't cut off access completely."

She pretended to ponder as she sucked idly on her spoon, savoring the dark cherry chocolate espresso mix that she rarely indulged in. "Oh I don't know, maybe we should get a glittery loo, Tris. What do you think?"

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[info]licentious1
2014-11-15 07:02 pm UTC (link)
Julian shrugged and grinned at having been called a wimp. "Everywhere but in bed, love." A simple truth, and Julian had never felt the need to hide his more cowardly ways from his brother and cousins.

His eyes widened with pleasure when she talked about the hot tub. Now that sounded quite nice. "Oh, I can definitely make use of that. Such potential." He felt a little warm inside at the idea of being keyed into the wards, as it reminded him he was welcome. He'd have to work hard not to wear it out, though. They were better off without him around constantly cramping their style, anyway.

He raised an eyebrow at the 'glittery loo'. Not that he was opposed, but he couldn't wait to hear what Tristan's reaction would be. He turned to his brother to see, all the while taking another leisurely spoonful of his ice cream.

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[info]alliterative
2014-11-17 10:06 pm UTC (link)
Tristan raised his brows, another bite paused halfway between the bowl and his mouth. "Well, that's interesting," he said as he put the spoon in his mouth before his ice cream decided to turn into warm cream, both about the hot tub and about living in a building occupied by Muggles. Why, he wondered, would anyone want a communal hot tub? It was one thing to have a hot tub you invited guests to use and another to have a hot tub on a roof that was entirely open to the building. How often was it even cleaned? He may not have been mysophobic, but that didn't mean he wanted to relax in someone else's filfth.

"So this means no sex in the hot tub, huh?" he teased, not at all sure how something like that would actually work. And, with luck, he'd never get an in person display from the other residents of Pandora's building. Or Julian. Especially Julian. He loved his brother, but there were some things he preferred not to see.

"As for the glittery loo," he began, taking a moment to suck on his spoon, "I guess that depends on how many there are in your flat. If it's just one... might depend on the shade of the glitter." He nodded, as if serious about the glitter. "I don't think I can go about my business in a pink glittery loo, for instance. But a dark blue..." He shrugged. "Perhaps."

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[info]pandacharms
2014-11-18 01:39 pm UTC (link)
Dora snorted. "Well, the thought hadn't crossed my mind, but it is kept clean, so the possibilities are endless, my darlings," she drawled before taking another spoonful of ice cream and eating it, grinning at the brothers around the spoon. She made sure the hot tub was clean, actually, with a subtle tap of the wand that no one ever need know about. "If you defile the tub, though, Julian, you clean it," she told him with a quick grin.

Dora giggled quietly into her bowl, feeling relaxed around these two like she did around so few people anymore. Tristan, especially; he'd seen her at her worst and had never stopped loving her. "Dark blue glitter. We can do that, Mr Ravenclaw," she teased him gently.

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[info]licentious1
2014-11-21 02:15 am UTC (link)
"You two are always trying to take away my fun," he teased back. All right, they did have reason to suspect him since the idea of sex in the hot tub was a natural one to have, but he could always see about getting something similar of the wizarding variety at the family home in London.

He smirked at the idea of the glittery room. "Well, at least it would make doing one's business entertaining."

He spotted the waitress again and waved her over. Once she was close enough, he whispered in her ear and allowed her to whisper into his a reply. He nodded and took out a small coin purse, pulling out a couple of galleons and handing them to her. She smiled, blushed, and whispered one more thing into his ear before leaving. "There's no hurry to leave, but when we do, the bill is paid. I hate having to wait for the cheque."

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