Lily Potter (needs_room) wrote in reduxpitch, @ 2016-06-05 19:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, character: daisy potter, character: lily potter, location: godric's hollow |
WHO: Daisy Potter and Lily Potter
WHEN: Backdated: May 23rd
WHERE: The Potter House, Godric’s Hollow
SUMMARY: Gossip and what not
RATING: Low
STATUS: Complete
Daisy knew she wasn’t as close with her mother as she probably should have been, but between her brothers and her cousin, it was often too much effort… to make the effort. She was happy to let them clamor for her mother’s attention. However, when Lily Potter offered an invitation, Daisy wasn’t stupid enough to ignore it. Breezing into her childhood home, Daisy tried not to think about how weird it was that it really wasn’t her home any longer. Oh, she could probably go upstairs and crash in her former bedroom without anyone batting an eye, but it wouldn’t feel right. She would just be a temporary visitor because there was practically nothing that would have her moving back to her mother’s home. “Mum?” she called, juggling her two tin of biscuits. One was for her mother and Prim. The other was for her godfather. She’d run over to Monkshood Cottage after visiting here. -- Lily was standing over the stove, supervising the stew. She had never really been one to let magic do all the work for her. Sure, there had been times in her younger days, with three children, a husband, and a busy work schedule where it was just easier to set dinner cooking itself, but she’d grown up without magic. When she had learned to cook at her mother’s side, it had been with her hands, and that habit had been hard to break. Still, when she heard her daughter enter, Lily did cast charms upon the simmering pot so that it would finish itself, allowing her to put her full attention on her middle child. She grabbed a cloth from the counter to clean her hands with as she exited the kitchen, heading for the front room. “Hello, dear,” she called. She loved her daughter dearly, she really did, but the pair of them had so little in common and often clashed, but Lily missed the young woman now that she lived elsewhere and was doing a marvelous job of being an adult. “I’m glad you could come.” -- Daisy would have snorted if she had heard her mother’s assessment of ‘marvelous’ when it came to being an adult. In Daisy’s estimation she rarely functioned up to par. But at least she showed up to work on time, rarely hungover, and willing to work. Most of the time. Sometimes she made sarcastic comments that made her trainers twitch, but really that was all part of her charm. “Mum.” Daisy smiled and kissed the older woman’s cheek. “Smells good. Is that stew?” Poking her head around her mother, she couldn’t help investigating. Cooking was possibly one of the few interest she and her mother shared. After her inspection, Daisy set her tins on the counter, out of the way, before taking a seat at the kitchen table. She probably should have poured herself something to drink first, if only to have something to do with her hands, but it was too late now. Instead she would just have to make do with the awkward small talk of two people who didn’t always get along. “How have you been?” -- “It is,” Lily replied, stepping aside so that Daisy could have a proper chance to examine the simmering pot. The burner would turn itself off when the food was done, so Lily was able to focus her full attention on her daughter. When Daisy sat, Lily went to the cabinet. “Can I get you something?” She asked, opening the door as though the younger woman didn’t already know that this was where the family kept the cups and mugs. Though, to be fair, Lily could have rearranged everything during her time off from work. “I’m great,” she added, diving into the question, “better than I’ve been in a while. Busy, half a dozen of the lycanthropes have shown up at my office so far, and I’m hoping more do. If we can get them united, we might have a good shot at some aid for the ones who are facing trouble now that they’ve been outed.” Of course, she was great for other reasons, too, but wasn’t sure if this was the right point in the conversation to bring that up. -- “Wine. A red if you have it.” Daisy resettled herself and studied her mother for a moment. The woman certainly looked happier than she’d been recently. If that was because she was back working or back sleeping with her husband, Daisy wasn’t sure. Maybe it was a bit of both. It was probably a bit of both. Daisy wasn’t particularly altruistic. She hated what had happened with that damned article, but she cared more about the individuals than the whole community. She hated how this affected her godfather, though he had already weathered this controversy before. “Who would pay for the aid?” Daisy wondered. “The magazine? The Ministry? St. Mungo’s? I mean, each could have an argument for and against.” Drumming her fingers against the table, Daisy considered the numbers. “You said, like, six showed up? Out of one hundred and ten? That’s like,” she quickly did the math, “five percent. That doesn’t bode particularly well.” -- Lily nodded and pulled down a pair of glasses before going to the wine rack to browse the bottles. She found a red blend that she was quite fond of and popped it open with a jab of her wand. She set it on the counter a moment and leaned back beside it, arms folded loosely. “Six so far,” she said, “it’s only been a short time, I have faith that more will trickle in, if they haven’t found someone else to counsel them, which I would not fault them for. As for the money,” she shrugged. “I had every intention of volunteering my time, but I’ve spoken with an individual who wishes to pay all associated fees. I think there may be others like him out there that may wish to help, but I’m not sure how, or whom, to ask.” -- Now that she had a glass of wine, Daisy knew what to do and no, that wasn’t to throw it back and gulp it down in one go. She wasn’t a monster. She also wasn’t in the flat where the only person to judge her was Ginny and she was off banging the growly Irishman often enough. Sipping her wine, Daisy thought the answer was rather obvious. “What about the Moonlight Society? They’re supposed to be advocates, right?” Unless they were the bad sort of advocates. That was always a possibility that the magazine had quoted a shitty organization. “Or you could pick Moony’s brain. He’s bound to have an idea or two.” Of course, he might not want to be a spokesperson for every werewolf in Britain, not that Daisy would blame him. She wouldn’t want to speak for all cursebreakers. Or all tall and lovely brunettes. -- “I don’t know much about them,” Lily admitted as she carried her own glass to the table and sat opposite Daisy. “I’ve only heard the name, but I do intend to ask around. They would know better than I what the best course for their people would be.” She set her glass down on the table and turned it slowly between her fingers. “I would like to talk to Remus very much,” she said, “he has lived with this for a very, very long time. Longer than most, and I trust his opinion over almost anyone else.” -- Well that was a bust, Daisy mused as she sipped her wine. There was very little she could could contribute to that conversation. Beyond offering to punch or hex idiots who couldn’t get their heads out of their arses, Daisy really couldn’t do anything else. “Soooooo,” Daisy drew out the word, the beginning of a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. “When are you going to tell me that you and Daddy aren’t continuing this farce of a separation?” -- Lily had to chuckle at this. “I’m assuming Evan told you?” She asked over the rim of her glass. “Of course he did,” she added with a knowing smile, “he tells you everything.” Lily had always been glad that her younger two children were so close, that they had that bond to make them into an excellent, if a little bit frightening, team. “Well, I thought we were going to do that a family, but it seems to be out.” She took a sip of the wine, smiling faintly. “We have been seeing each other, yes.” And then some. -- “Seeing or seeing,” Daisy was fully smirking now, knowing and a little lascivious. “On second thought, I don’t think I really want to know.” Maybe if was someone other than her father she could handle the details, if her mother ever offered them, but she much preferred to keep parents+sex out of her mind. Taking another sip, Daisy was ever so thankful for wine. Which made her think of how her elder brother couldn’t imbibe until after the World Cup was over or England lost, whichever came first. Sucks to be him. “If you were worried about Harry finding out at an inopportune time, don’t worry. Evan and I will fill him in. No awkwardness to be had at all. I promise.” Maybe that was a touch too solemn, but Daisy would deal. -- If this were her youngest sitting across from her, Lily would be prepared for all sorts of questions which she would be happy to answer. But this was Daisy, and while Lily would be happy to answer any genuine question her daughter had about her relationship with James, she didn’t expect the questions to come. That was not how their relationship worked, and that was fine. “Well,” she said at length, “things are going well. That is all I will say.” It was hard to keep a slight smile off her face, though. Things were going very well. She raised an eyebrow at the comment about Harry. “Ah,” she said, wondering exactly how that might go and if it might be better if she or James did that particular reveal. -- Well since her mother wasn’t going to stop Daisy and Evan from leading Harry on a bit of a goose chase (if only by omitting some very pertinent facts), she took it as tacit approval. Good, she would use that as ammunition if Harry got upset. “So moving on since we’ve covered your love life, which in turn covers Daddy’s, who should we talk about next? Harry? Evan? Prim?” Daisy had lots of thoughts when it came to Evan and Prim. Less so about Harry, but that was mostly because Harry didn’t really talk to her about relationships (or lack of them) and therefore she couldn’t form an opinion one way or the other, though she liked Parvati. “If it helps, I like Andrew. Not too sure about dragon boy though, he seems to be taking an awfully long time when it comes to Prim.” -- “I like Andrew quite a lot,” Lily replied, “though we have only met twice, but Evan has talked about him quite a bit, and it is obvious how happy they are. How can I not like him if he brings my son such joy?” Though gossiping about her children and their love-lives was not exactly Lily’s idea of a productive way to spend her time, it was apparent that this was what Daisy desired, and so she continued. “As for Lucas,” she said, “I hardly know him, less so even than Andrew, but Prim seems to enjoy his company.” She sighed a bit. Her opinions didn’t really matter in the end, did they? And yet. “Your cousin,” and here Lily almost said ‘your sister,’ “is not the sort of person, I believe, that would be open to a fast-moving relationship. I think, as long as she is comfortable with the pace, then it is the correct one.” She paused then to sip her wine. “We have not discussed your romantic prospects,” she added teasingly. -- “What romantic prospects?” Daisy said lightly. As far as she was concerned there was nothing romantic about her forays into the dating world. She had little to no interest in the fairytale. She didn’t need a white knight riding in for a rescue. She could rescue herself, thank you very much. Tipping her wineglass in her mother’s direction, Daisy pursed her lips. “Should I suggest we gossip about Harry and Parvati, or would that be too far an obvious subject change? Not that Daisy had anything in particular to reveal about that relationship. As far as she knew the pair were still together, but she hadn’t heard much about them in the last few months. -- Lily smiled faintly and waved a hand. She had not expected her daughter to open up on this particular topic, but she felt it was her duty as a mother to ask. Daisy would reveal her attachments in due course, though Lily grimly wondered if that might happen after some drastic event. Well. Surprises were common when the Potter children were about. A chime went off behind her, signaling that the food was finally ready, and she rose to collect bowls and serve. “Well, we can save sordid tales of romance for after dinner, I think.” |