phillipa flint (pippips) wrote in reduxpitch, @ 2016-10-08 09:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, character: lucas flint, character: phillipa flint |
who: lucas & phillipa flint
where: lucas’ vardo
when: 8 october, midday
what: cute sibling times
status: completed in docs
Truthfully, Phillipa felt a little silly about the whole thing. This wasn't news that ranked anywhere on a scale even remotely close to what either of her brothers had going on. Marcus was engaged, Lucas was going to have a baby, and she… well, it felt ridiculous to call Viktor her boyfriend. That word felt small, absurd, and nowhere close to what he was. The point was, she had someone in her life. That was something one told their siblings, right? Marcus knew, and it was only right to tell Lucas. She didn't want him finding out second hand somehow and feeling like she'd left him out. So she went to his vardo, knocking on the door and waiting for him to answer. Perhaps she should have checked if he was going to be home first, but she figured if he wasn't she could always come back later. Though he had two weeks to process the news about the baby, Lucas felt like he was walking in a daze half the time. There was a calendar marking down all the important dates. He and Prim had sat down to figure out what they had between them, including his inheritance from grandparents he had no recollection of. He would have to leave the vardo before the baby was born, but they were still trying to figure out what they could afford. He was looking through letting pamphlets when the knock came. "It's open!" He called out, too busy pouring over the pages to get up. Phillipa let herself in, slipping her shoes off inside the door and making her way through to find where he was. It was always easy to find him in the vardo, so it barely took a few seconds, and she kissed the top of his head before settling across from him. “Hello, Lukey.” She glanced at the pamphlets in front of him, raising an eyebrow before looking up to him again. “Busy?” Maybe the nickname should bother him, but it was Pippa and very little of what she could do bothered him. "Not terribly." He flipped the pamphlet closed and shoved them all into a jumbled pile. They could wait until later. Leaning back, Lucas watched his sister. She looked happier than the last time he has seen her. Of course, the last time he had seen her he was telling her and Marcus that he'd gotten his best friend pregnant. The bar was set pretty low. "So what brings you around?" Her gaze followed the pamphlet as it got shoved aside, filing away that he was looking at places. She could offer to help with that later, but that wasn't why she'd stopped by. Though she wasn't exactly sure how to phrase it, or why it felt like she was making a big deal out of something that shouldn't be. But Lucas should know - right? “I wanted to see you,” Phillipa said honestly, because that was true. “You doing alright with everything?” Lucas gave half a shrug and went to take a sip of his tea, making a face when he realized it had gone cold on him. "As well as can be expected. I mean, we're good, but we're still finding footing." Maybe Pippa wasn't asking about Prim and the baby, but when she asked about him, they automatically got included as well. "There's a list of things we need to do." It wasn't very long yet, and most things seemed very far off, but Prim was nearly ten weeks along now. That was a quarter of the time passed...and if he thought on that much longer he would panic some more. "Do you want tea?" Lucas looked mournfully at his abandoned cup. "It never tastes quite right warmed with a charm." Phillipa gave a quiet hum, nodding. “You’ll find your footing soon enough, I’m sure. And the list will be ever growing but you'll check things off to make up for it.” She was glad they were looking further ahead, having had a little time to settle into what was going on. It made her worry slightly less - though barely took a chip out of her worry overall. “I would love tea,” she said with a smile. “If you were going to make some. Don't go to any particular trouble if you weren't.” "It's not trouble." He stood and went about fixing himself a cups for the both of them. Rather than fill the air with his normal chatter, Lucas' thoughts turned inward. Yes, he was taking it day by day, but today he wa thinking about housing and while he knew he and Prim couldn't do all of this by themselves he was afraid if he admitted how worried he was, someone (his siblings) would swoop in. And he didn't want that. Retaking his previous place, Lucas first looked at the pile of letting pamphlets and then across the table at his sister. "Prim and I can't stay in the vardo. Or at least once the baby comes. So we're looking." Phillipa’s gaze followed her brother as he got up to make the tea, occasionally drifting down to the pamphlets on the table but she didn't do anything more than look at the surface of them. She didn't exactly plan on poking around what he was doing with them unless asked directly. A soft smile spread across her features when he came back, and she took her tea with a quiet thanks. “Are you looking in any area in particular?” she asked, hands settled loosely around her mug as she waited for her tea to cool. “If you have any questions about places in general, as someone who’s gone about getting a flat before, I’m at your service.” There were tons of questions, but most of them seemed to flee from his head at that exact moment. So Lucas shrugged instead. "Probably not the city and small enough that we won't feel out of place?" Lucas wasn't sure what Prim wanted and while he had grown up in a manor, he found he liked the confines of a smaller home. "I don't know. It's still a lot, but you probably didn't come here to hear me whinge about housing." Truthfully, he didn't want to whinge about it either. This was something he and Prim should be able to handle themselves. If they broke down this early, they would never be able to stand on their own. "So now that you know what's going on with me, what's up with you?" “That'll probably be easy enough to find,” Phillipa said with a shrug, taking a sip of her tea. She'd been thinking more along the lines of features to look for or avoid, questions to ask the realtors, but that would come with time. A lot of questions weren't easy to come up with until they were staring one right in the face. “Well, I quit my job,” she started, tilting her head. “But that was a bit ago.” She paused, unsure of how to broach such a topic with her little brother - or anyone, for that matter. It wasn't exactly a normal conversation for her. “I guess I have news? Though it feels quite small compared to the news you last had. I’m… seeing someone.” Lucas wanted to ask about why she quit, but if that was awhile ago and he didn't know already… well, what did that make him? A really shitty brother. "I'm sorry that you felt like you had to quit," he said, trying to process the news. Before he was able to do so, her second statement had him blinking. "Is it someone I know?" He wasn't sure which answer he would prefer. On the one hand, Lucas couldn't imagine anyone he knew dating his sister, but why wouldn't someone want to date her? On the other, Lucas was a bit surprised that Pippa would become close with someone he didn't already know. "Is it like Ginny and Marcus?" Truthfully, Phillipa wasn't sad to see the back of Witch Weekly. It had been fun and fine, but it was easier not to be accountable to anyone but herself. She shrugged it off, thumb rubbing against the side of her mug as she hesitated at his question. And then his second question, which actually made her pause. “What do you mean, like Ginny and Marcus?” He thought it was a rather straight forward question, but clearly Lucas was wrong. "Well, is it serious? Not marriage serious, but…" He trailed off, unsure of how else to put it. "Can I meet him? Her?" He didn't want to make assumptions that Pippa preferred one over the other, especially after the whole journal fiasco between her and Gemma. Maybe she was seeing Gemma. That wouldn't be so bad. "But you're happy? For now?" Phillipa gave a soft hum of understanding when he clarified, a soft smile spreading across her features. “It's serious, yes. I’ve never… felt this way about someone before?” She shook her head, scrunching her nose. It still felt ridiculous to talk about, though she supposed she should get to be silly about it at least once in her life, and this was the first. “Him,” she answered, though it made her smile a bit more than Lucas hadn't necessarily assumed. “I am happy, stupidly happy. It doesn't feel real, being this happy - I don't get to be, ever, but I am?” She didn't know if she was making sense to him, but it did in her head. “You can meet him, of course. It's Viktor.” "Why not?" Lucas' brow furrowed. His sister deserved to be happy. Everyone deserved to be happy. Even their parents, even if he wasn't particularly thrilled with them, deserved happiness. Hearing Pippa say that she didn't get to be happy left him with a funny feeling in his stomach. Had he been taking advantage of what is siblings offered him? Did he know a Viktor? Lucas had to think. "Viktor? Like Viktor Krum? Do you think he'd give me his autograph?" That was a loaded question, and Phillipa didn't have the time or want to explain it fully. She nipped at the inside of her lip as she considered what to say. “I suppose because I haven't had much opportunity to be, but now I am so I don't want to think much on that.” She laughed softly at his question. “Yes, I'm sure he'd give you his autograph. Did you want me to ask him for it for you or would you like to?” The autograph question had been a joke, well mostly a joke. "Does Marcus know?" Because there wasn't a world where he would know something before their eldest brother. Unless it was a surprise for the man in question and even then Lucas doubted that they would actually be able to surprise him. "And is Marcus okay with it?" Lucas would like to think that their brother would be okay with it. After all, who was Marcus to tell their sister who she could or could not date? He hoped Marcus was okay with it though. Lucas didn't think he would be able to take sides. If it came down to having to take sides. “Marcus knows,” Phillipa said smoothly, but she quirked a brow at his second question. Marcus had known so quickly mostly because he'd been there at the time, and she certainly couldn't get away with it telling him. It wasn't as though she'd been avoiding telling Lucas, she'd simply been enjoying a bubble of happiness that didn't involve much anyone outside the cottage. “Marcus is Marcus.” She rolled her eyes. “You know how he gets. Growly and annoying.” She paused, taking a sip of her tea before looking over to him. “He’s okay, but even if he wasn't, he doesn't get to choose what I do and who I see.” "No he doesn't," Lucas agreed as he tested his tea. Since it had cooled off enough to drink, he brought it to his lips, but didn't take a sip just yet. "But the growly and annoying will die down in a few months." Because the baby would be born in a few months and that was going to change all their lives. "If anything, at least I will give him something to worry over rather than you?" He meant it to be comforting, but Lucas wasn't sure how successful he was in that particular endeavor. "But if you're happy. I'm happy." “I think he's mostly growly and annoying because he's a Quidditch person,” Phillipa mused, then rolled her eyes again. “Merlin knows I couldn't give two shits about that. But Marcus at least gets the knowledge that he won the Cup. Though if he gloats much, I’ll kick him.” She reached across the table for Lucas’ hand and gave it a squeeze. “Oh, we always worry over you, Lucas.” She smiled wryly, but then it became more genuine. “Thank you, though. I really am quite happy.” Lucas wasn't so sure about that being the particular reason why Marcus was growly, but he let that go. Because it didn't really matter in the end. As long as Pippa was happy, Lucas would be happy for her. The fact that marriage wasn't on the table certainly helped, but in the past few weeks he has a lot of time to think. Things were changing, whether he liked it or not. It was better to look on the positive side of things rather than the negative. He ran a thumb across the back of her hand, offering his sister another smile. "I know and thank you." |