RP: So, I'm a dad. Who: Gaspard, Olivier, and Lexa When: 9/1/09; afternoon Where: DraĆochta Pub (Ireland) What: Gaspard is trying... Warnings: TBD?
Gaspard arrived to the pub early, taking a private booth near the back and setting up muffling and privacy charms as needed. He may be a daffy old man at times, but his charms work was still impeccable, he knew. He'd been sober for 3 days now, since waking on the 30th. Hadn't even let himself put whiskey in his coffee. So, having set up their space, he went to the bar and ordered himself a simple pumpkin juice and made sure whatever the twins ordered would be on his tab, as well.
And then, he sat. Waiting. Completely unsure what he was going to say or do or why he'd even wanted to do this in the first place. But he had never had family, not since Francis had died. His parents were good people but they were... simple, and muggle, and he'd been so immersed in magical life when Francis ran his car off the road... He hadn't known how to be there for his parents. And then they both died so young themselves... it had been nearly a decade since Gaspard had had anyone he could consider close, besides his beloved Eleanor. And that complicated all of this as well. Well, nothing to do but wait, he supposed. If he didn't know how to do this, he'd just learn, like he did with everything else.