WHO: Miniver Cheevy and April Foster WHAT: Sibling reunion! WHEN: Now! WHERE: Wales and probably also London WARNINGS: None! -----
Though Miniver had arrived in this world rather incapable of many things, and in many ways has improved little in the two years or so he's spent here, one thing he could always do was bounce around the world using Portkeys like an old pro... one of the few good things he'd taken away from his first lover, so many years ago.
So after talking to April, he zips over to Wales and RUNS the rest of the way from the portkey to her address, tearing through the building to her door where finally he knocks, breathing hard.
He's different from how she'd remember him. His hair is much longer, falling in black curls half way down his back, with a few strands of grey showing. He wears a beard now, and a perpetual camel-colored trenchcoat a size or two too large for him. His face has more lines on it than it did, but his eyes are the same sad blue eyes, and he's still small and compact and fidgety. Though it's not something he's aware of, he wears his age well -- some men lose their looks after their college years, and some are like Miniver, awkwardly-shaped youths who grow into a different kind of beauty. He's 40 now, and looks it, but not in a winding-down middle-aged way.