Cassiopeia Black (cassilblack) wrote in onewaythreads, @ 2017-07-22 13:10:00 |
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Who: Cassiopeia Black and Edwin Jarvis
What: Afternoon tea – and discussion of magic
When: Saturday afternoon
Where: A little tea place in Summerbridge
Being so far from home meant that Cassiopeia Black had gotten to know the unlikeliest of people. Mr Jarvis, for one. He was a muggle – and she knew precisely how she’d have thought of that at home – and more than that he was a butler, of all things, and she had expected that to make things terribly awkward. Yet he was also from a time close to her own, and therefore a valuable source of information. He was also, she had to admit, quite pleasant to converse with, especially compared to some of the more modern people, magical or otherwise. Oh, Cassi didn’t consider him her equal, but then so very few people here were, in any meaningful sense. She enjoyed his company. She was cordial, and as warm as she could be without straying towards the overly-familiar.
Some things were different. She could only imagine the scathing remarks her elder brother would make about her meeting someone for tea in such circumstances. But then he had made similar remarks about Cassi travelling abroad for the first time, because it was ‘unnecessary for a girl,’ and about her decision to study ancient curses in the East instead of going home to be married. Pollux still hadn’t accepted that no matter how ideal the match, Cassiopeia simply couldn’t imagine being the wife of Abraxas Malfoy. No, her brother approved of very little that she did, for all that she was still devoted to him.
Things would be easier if he were here, she thought, and then dismissed it. Unlike her, Pollux did have a spouse and children to worry about. Although Cassi was growing increasingly concerned by the vocal presence of a boy calling himself Arcturus Black and flagrantly ignoring all the secrecy laws. It was a problem which she didn’t want to have to take responsibility for.
Now, however, was not the time to fret about it. Cassiopeia had arranged to meet Mr Jarvis, and she had arrived a little early and picked out a table in the corner of the tea-house. Her dress, as usual, was mildly anachronistic without seeming overtly magical: a long dark skirt, a green shawl draped over her blouse, and a summer hat which wasn’t the least bit pointy. In uncertain times, it was always best to be cautious, after all, and despite the length of her stay, she was concerned that Preya seemed to be growing more uncertain by the day.