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xofalice:

Alice adored buying clothes for her little babies. If she was really honest, she adored buying her three babies anything and everything. It made her happy to see them happy. And she wanted to make sure they could have anything in the world. She wanted it even more so considering that half of their family didn’t want to even acknowledge their existance. Alice was grateful that they didin’t understand it yet. But she feared the day that they asked about their other grandparents. It pained her that they would miss out. But really, she should know that they wouldn’t. She and Frank would never allow that.

Alice knew that she shouldn’t spoil them too much, but she just couldn’t help it. And it was exactly why Alice was here shopping today. She wanted to pick out some new dressess for her girls. They were beginning to totter around a little now, and she wanted them to have some cute dresses. Of course, they had lots of play outfits too. But, alice adored cute dresses.

She looked up as she heard a vocie, and she smiled at Lila. They had children of a similar age, and so had gotten to know each other pretty well. It made Alice happy, especially to know that not everyone from the old pureblood world wanted to alienate her. “I know what you mean….” She murmured with a little laugh. “My twins are two different sizes, which in itself is hilarious considering they are the exact same age.”

@xofalice

Lilavati did not have anything against dresses in principle, after all her wardrobe was very nearly entirely made up of dresses, but she drew the line at dressing young children in scratchy lace and stiff tulle that made them look like a cheap wedding cake. She preferred to dress her girls in simpler, more comfortable clothes made up of materials like cotton rather than satin. Lilavati did not want her daughters to grow up afraid to be children, but rather feel free to explore the world and experience life to the fullest. She never scolded them for any damage done to their clothes over the course of the day, especially since magic could easily right any wrongs.

For her part, Lilavati was focusing on pretty but practical leggings and onesies for Astoria. She was just beginning to toddle around, with the help of furniture. Lilavati remembered the bruises and scraped knees that followed many of Daphne’s earliest steps, and she wanted to gentle that as much as possible. Still, Astoria loved looking like Daphne, and Daphne loved comfortable dresses, so Lilavati had picked up a few skirts as well.

“The exact same age and twins, for pity's sake! You would think they, at least, would be the same size.” Lilavati laughed, still a quiet, appropriate sound but heartfelt, and shook her head. “Astoria is much taller than Daphne was when she was one, I’m afraid she may be taking after the Greengrass side of the family.” Lilavati tried not to look to put out by the fact. She didn’t want her children to inherit anything from their father, though they were stuck with the name.

#i alice #alice 001

Lilavati Greengrass: Deep Dive pt 1

What style of clothes does your muse wear?

Lilavati has a very feminine wardrobe full of dresses in bright colors with bold, often floral, patterns. She is not opposed to frills and embellishments and tends toward longer lengths. She’s not afraid to show some cleavage, and she likes to balance elegance with comfort, preferring loose and flowy cuts to fitted or tight.The dominant color of her wardrobe is red, but she does have other shades mixed in as well.

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remxslxpin:

Remus watched her expressions as she drank his drink of choice, failing to hold back a smile when he saw she did not enjoy it. He sipped from his own and laughed a little into the glass, looking away from her so she couldn’t see he was laughing at her. “You really don’t have to drink it if you don’t enjoy it. I won’t be hurt.” He glanced at her again. “Well, I will be hurt, but I’ll pretend I’m fine until I go home and cry myself to sleep.”

He took her hand and shook it. Greengrass. Of course. He tried to keep his face static; he couldn’t judge people based on a last name. That was exactly what he was fighting against, wasn’t it? They were all equal, or whatever. “Somewhat in the middle? It’s not unusual for me to be here, but I really just came out for the fundraiser. When you’re accident-prone like me you have a lot to thank St. Mungo’s for.”

@remxslxpin

Lilavati supposed someone less observant might not realize the young man, Remus, was laughing at them. He had at least had the grace to look away in an attempt to disguise the fact, after all, but Lilavati was not someone less observant. She arched her eyebrows briefly, but by the time he looked back at her she’d rearranged her face into a mostly neutral expression. Remus, apparently, had a rather dry sense of humor, which Lilavati appreciated. Her smile turned a shade more genuine as she took a pointed sip of the beer. “I have two children under the age of three, I’m responsible for quite enough tears without adding to the tally.”

Remus’ handshake was respectable enough, but Lilavati saw the flicker of something like suspicion in his eyes when she gave her last name. She wondered if he was someone who’d dealt with Emmett personally, or if he was simply one of the growing number of people who automatically mistrusted anyone from the Sacred 28. With people like her husband running about wreaking havoc, Lilavati couldn’t say she blamed any of them. “Accident prone?” Lilavati raised her eyebrows in an invitation to elaborate. “Do you work in a high risk field?” Amada had been quite the frequent flyer at St. Mungo’s during her curse breaker training, and Lilavati could only assume hitwixen, aurors, and maybe even unspeakables were as well.

#i remus #remus 001

Lilavati Greengrass: Introduction

Basic Information

Full Name: Lilavati Eneida Greengrass, nee Shafiq

Nickname(s): Vati, though only Amada and a few truly close friends call her this

Age: 26

Date of Birth: 9 March 1956, 5:09pm

Hometown: a remote estate on the northern cliffs of Anglesey island, Wales

Current Location: the Royal Borough of Kensington and Chelsea, Greater London area

Ethnicity: ¼ white, ¼ Mexican, ½ Indian

Nationality: Welsh

Gender: cisfemale

Pronouns: she/her

Species: human, witch

Orientation: panromantic, demisexual

Religion: Hindu

Occupation: socialite, former employee of the Investigation Department of the DMLE

Living Arrangements: Greengrass House, an early Georgian home in Kensington

Language(s) Spoken: English, Spanish, Hindi, some Welsh

Accent: Welsh, light

Left or Right Handed: left

#about #wiw task001

narcxssamalfoy:

An ounce of remorse hadn’t crossed Narcissa’s mind over helping Lilavati during their time of organization and scheming. How could it? Lucius had grown up in an environment that encouraged such violence. Her own parent’s emotional abuse had placed a pause on her own personal growth, but it took Narcissa a long time to take notice. It wasn’t difficult to recall the first time in which Lila spoke to her in detail about her circumstances and personally, it made Narcissa sick to hear.

Narcissa was only just beginning to finally tear out of the chains her mother shackled her in long ago and she knew that doing so would come at a price. However, if she didn’t create a distance between Druella and herself, what would her children think? Narcissa didn’t want the twins to reenact and believe that those actions and behavior were something that was accepted, approved. What she wanted her children to see was the love and respect their parents held for one another – an aspect that Narcissa had trouble seeing when she was a child herself. At the mention of the ring, Narcissa quirked an eyebrow, stirring the cup of tea in her hand and maintaining her gaze on the ring that sat upon Lila’s finger. “Although some others might believe different, I dare to say now could be a proper time to put the dreadful thing away,” she said, weighing in on the subject. “It has been a year, after all. If you care to wait any longer, a year and a half might be a good interval – I know that there are appearances to keep up, dear, but please remember – this is your life and you have control over it all now. Do what you feel is right.”

@narcxssamalfoy

Lilavati knew it would be a long road to healing from what Emmett had done to her. Getting rid of him had been more about saving her children than herself, and there were times when she didn’t know if she would ever be completely okay. But she found solace in her daughters, watching Daphne bloom into a confident and gregarious little girl and knowing that Astoria would never experience a day shadowed by her father’s moods. It was worth it, she’d decided, to make sure Daphne and Astoria had a good childhood, even if she was never whole again.

Lilavati removed her ring and set it on the table. “I stopped wearing it in private when the flood of sympathetic well wishers after the funeral died down. Ambrose has almost caught me without it a few times, but I don’t think he’s noticed. I feel more myself without it, I just dread what other people will say.” Lilavati was no longer the shy little girl she’d been when she arrived at Hogwarts, but she still preferred not to be the subject of gossip. She’d rather be the center of attention on her own terms, not anyone else’s. “But you are right. I did this so I could make my own choices, and I don’t want to make them out of fear.”

#i narcissa #narcissa 001 #tw: abuse mention

andrmedatonks

Where: Goyle Manor When: Late February Who: Iva and Lilavati @lilavatieneida

“Please don’t hesitate to ask if you’d like anything,” Iva told her friend as she sat back on the couch. “The elves should be bringing out tea shortly. Unless you want something a little stronger?” Iva asked with a mischievous smile on her lips. It was a little early in the afternoon to indulge, but if Lilavati wanted to than Iva certainly wasn’t going to deny her guest. “I wouldn’t judge, you know,” she said with a laugh. Of course she wouldn’t, she was the one that was offering. Iva had been looking forward to having Lilavati over with the girls, even if the kids were still too young to really play together, it was nice to have the company. She hadn’t been quite so ready to give up her life of society events practically every night.

“I’m glad that we could finally do this, by the way, I feel like I’ve been so bored.” She loved her son, really, she did, but sometimes she missed the way that things were before. And by that she meant Evan. Gregory had been more clingy than he ever was and she hadn’t heard from Evan in what felt like forever. Even though she had been the one to break it off she had still hoped that he would have fought a little harder for her. But there was no sense in thinking that way. It was what it was and nothing could change. She was still who she was and he was still who he was. “How have you been doing?”

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@iva-goyle

Lilavati laughed along with Iva. She knew playdates were a far cry from what Iva was used to hosting, and she could tell her friend was a little worn down. Of course, Iva was as beautifully put together as ever, shining star of society that she was she couldn’t afford not to be, but Lilavati could see something behind Iva’s eyes that seemed just a little thin. So Lilavati decided to indulge, in the hopes that a little fun would perk Iva up a bit. “Oh, it’s after noon, surely that’s late enough for a champagne cocktail or two.” Lilavati returned Iva’s mischievous smile with one of her own. “Do you have a bar cart? My mother makes this sneaky little twist on an Air Mail that she calls ‘From Mexico with Love’ and it’s divine.”

“I am as well, I hope the girls and Gregory will become as fast friends as we are.” Lilavati smiled at Iva with warmth, then let her face fall into a more contemplative expression as if she were considering Iva’s question. In fact Lilavati was, but she was considering exactly how much truth to put into the answer. “You know, January was not nearly as hard as I expected it to be. I’ve fallen into such a routine with the girls and their Uncle Ambrose, I didn’t even realize it was the anniversary of Emmett’s death until after I put the girls down that night.” This was a bold lie, she’d known it from the moment she woke up, and risen with a broad grin on her face. But to Iva, she only offered a bittersweet smile. “I think we are all beginning to move on.”

#i iva #iva 002

ofcarrowx:

The only good thing that had came out of being locked up in Azkaban was the fact that people tended to stay away from her. She didn’t like talking to too many people in the first place, so the fact that didn’t really want to talk to her now, was pretty great. It was making her day really. She could be out and about, and she could be anti social. Of course, she did like being social at times, but only to those that she did not like. That was not many people, but there were a few that made it onto that list.

She did wonder why she had come here today, but she was getting out as much as she could. She wanted too. She hadn’t been expecting a little person to run into her legs though. She really did not like children. It was the very reason she had put off marriage in the first place. She knew that if she got married, her mother would then be putting pressure on her to have children, and Alecto really did not want that. So, she was kind of suprirsed to see a little child wondering at her feet.

“Oh. Happy birthday to little Astoria.” The red head murmured with a smile. She could be nice when she wanted to be. She raised an eyebrow at Lila, but the smile was still on her lips. She was trying to be nice after all. “Oh yes. Learning the danger of strangers is so important, the world is full of horrible people.” And she could quite fit into that category. She slipped her hand into her pocket, pulling out two galleons, before gently handing them to Daphne. “For you and your little sister”

@ofcarrowx

Lilavati knew Alecto had been exonerated, but she also knew enough about the influence and power of Sacred 28 families to know that didn’t necessarily mean she was innocent. At the best of times Alecto Carrow was not someone Lilavati wanted around her girls, but especially not if Alecto had graduated to malicious torture. Unfortunately, Daphne had left her no choice in the matter, and Lilavati wasn’t quite ready to be needlessly rude. She was willing to play nice as long as Alecto did.

Astoria was far more reserved than Daphne, and she typically ignored the people around her unless they were familiar. However when Alecto said her name, Astoria perked up in her stroller and waved. With someone else Lilavati might have taken it as a sign that they could be trusted, but with Alecto, it made her worry that Astoria might not have the discernment Lilavati had previously thought. But she was still young, and Lilavati could teach her to be careful.

Lilavati had never wanted for money in her life, so she saw no problem with accepting the galleons from Alecto. It was an innocent enough offer in her mind, so she smiled politely and looked down at Daphne. “How about I hold onto Bahan’s.” Reluctantly Daphne placed one of the galleons in Lilavati’s hand, and Lilavati tucked it into her purse. “Now, what do we say, mija?” Daphne was focused on examining the remaining galleon in her hand, but she did murmur, “Thank.”

Lilavati turned her attention back to Alecto and smiled thinly. “I believe that’s the best we can expect, but thank you. That was surprisingly thoughtful.”

#i alecto #alecto 001

@xofalice

Ursella Greengrass was an old fashioned woman. She believed children should be seen and not heard, and that little girls should be dressed in ribbons and lace at all times, as if Lilavati’s daughters were dolls, rather than kids. It irked Lilavati, but she could generally dismiss it. Ursella was largely disinterested in Daphne and Astoria due to their “unfortunate gender,” Ursella’s words not Lilavati’s, so she tended to ignore her granddaughters. It worked well for Lilavati, since she didn’t really like Ursella, anyway, and didn’t want her mother-in-law interfering in how she raised her daughters. But for the girls’ birthday, Ursula always sent an extravagant gift in the form of dresses Lilavati would never force anyone to wear.

So the weekend after Astoria’s birthday found Lilavati at a children’s clothing store that took donations. While she was there, she decided to pick up some new things that Astoria would actually wear. She was browsing the 18 month section when she recognized a familiar brunette nearby. Alice Longbottom nee Rosier was something of a notorious figure in pureblood circles, which Lilavati had always thought was absurd. Since Astoria had been born and was near the same age as Alice’s twins, Lilavati had gotten to know the other mother a little better and found she quite liked her. She reminded Lilavati a little of Amada, which was always a good comparison.

“I’ve always found it so strange that the sizes are based on age ranges, yet are so often inaccurate. Astoria is just one, but already well on the way to the 18 month range.” Lilavati smiled as she approached Alice.

#i alice #alice 001

16 February 1983

@ofcarrowx

At nearly three, Daphne was just beginning to understand the concept of birthdays, at least insomuch as there was a special day where you got presents. Lilavati was not sure if she understood that she wouldn’t get presents on Astoria’s birthday, and she clearly did not understand that not everyone gave you a present on your birthday. Lilavati had made the mistake of going out to run some errands with the girls before Ambrose came over for a birthday dinner for Astoria, and so far Daphne had demanded presents from two shopkeepers and one very flustered seamstress at Madam Malkin’s. Lilavati had decided to abandon the rest of the errands she’d planned on accomplishing and was in the process of shepherding Daphne back to the Leaky Cauldron where they could floo home when her eldest broke away and made a beeline for a red-haired witch on the other side of the street.

Lilavati groaned inwardly when she realized Daphne had approached none other than Alecto Carrow. There weren’t many people Lilavati liked from Emmett’s days as a death eater, but Alecto was one she particularly disliked. The redhead’s arrogant and chaotic nature rubbed Lilavati the wrong way, and she got the sense that her distaste was reciprocated. Nevertheless, she hurried after Daphne and reached the two just in time to watch as her daughter grabbed Alecto’s robe with both hands and demanded, “Bahan birthday present.” After a moment’s consideration, Daphne seemingly decided to implement some of the manners Lilavati was striving to teach her and added, “please.”

Lilavati locked the wheels of Astoria’s stroller and knelt to gently loosen Daphne’s grip on Alecto. Once Lilavati had successfully pulled Daphne back and had a firm grip on her hand, she stood and offered Alecto a polite smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “My apologies. It’s Astoria’s first birthday and Daphne is very excited. She hasn’t yet learned how to tell who is and isn’t a friend.” She left the implication that Alecto was, in fact, not a friend hanging in the air.

#i alecto #alecto 001

loyal-longbottom

Frank & Open 13 November 1983 - Hogsmeade

“Oi, Neville,” Frank called out, quickly chasing after his son. The three year old skidded to a halt, brown eyes wide while he looked up at the stranger he bumped into. There was a moment of hesitation then the child’s lip started quivering. His shoulders shook before he took a deep breath and quickly returned to Frank’s side, promptly hiding behind him then peeking his head out from behind his father’s legs.

Frank took a few steps forward and was relieved to feel Neville’s grip on the back of his cloak. The two moved together until Frank was stopped in front of the adult Neville bumped into, giving a wink before addressing his son. “Now what do we say?” He asked calmly. Neville shifted to properly step out from behind him. “I didn’t mean to,” Neville grumbled and resumed clinging onto his father. “Close enough,” Frank chuckled softly. “My apologies though. we’re still working on figuring out just how far we’re willing to let him stray when in public. Little bugger keeps thinking sidewalks are meant for running.”

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@loyal-longbottom

As the mother of two small children, Lilavati usually paid close attention to what was happening around knee-level. Today, however, she was preoccupied with Daphne’s newfound habit of looking with her hands as well as her eyes, and making sure her eldest didn’t stick any trinkets into Astoria’s stroller without Lilavati paying for them. So she didn’t notice the young boy hurtling toward her until it was too late to gently intercept him. It broke Lilavati’s heart a little that this was clearly the kind of child who was shy around strangers, and she did her best to smile kindly before he took off back to the safety of his father’s shadow.

As the two approached, Lilavati knelt to get on the boy’s level with a warm expression. “Thank you, dear, that was a very polite apology.” Even if it wasn’t technically an apology, Lilavati felt it was important to encourage polite behavior. Especially with a shy child, she wanted to show him that adults were not something to fear. When she stood and addressed the father, Lilavati’s expression was slightly more shuttered. She knew it was unfair to judge all men by Emmett, but she couldn’t help being more suspicious of fathers than mothers. Still, she smiled politely and waved away the man’s apology. “Think nothing of it. These things take time, and a sidewalk does look like an excellent race track.”

#i frank #frank 001

narcxssamalfoy:

With painting growing into Narcissa’s way of expressing herself – whether it be her own choice of what she created or if she produced a piece for someone else – she had wanted to encourage her children to do the same. The excitement she felt upon seeing their first little scribbles was easily recalled. She knew that even at the age of two, they weren’t yet drawing anything in particular. They were simply enjoying themselves. Seraphina was fond of the color red whilst Draco preferred green. In her art room, there was a designated space in the corner where she could watch over them while she was working on a piece. She watched them draw their shapes, wondering which direction they would go that particular day. It was far from the way her mother treated her when she was a child.

Narcissa wasn’t encouraged to pursue any sort of creative avenue and she doubted that many were. It wasn’t considered a priority and she knew that, but there was so much Narcissa had gotten out of art. A period of time after she and Lucius lost Violet – the grief and guilt that wracked her mind and body was twofold. Unable to bring herself to leave the manor, the young woman found refuge in the world of the canvas. Images of what she believed their daughter would have looked like filled her space and all she could do was paint the little girl in a field of flowers, her long blonde hair blowing in the wind. It comforted her, but she could sense the way in which she coped unsettled her husband. However, at the time, Narcissa trusted it would lead her in the right direction, allowing her to work through the loss in her own way. She’d been right.

The twins looked at her for permission to join Daphne and she nodded, a warmhearted expression upon her features. As she and Lilavati sat at the table, Narcissa took a custard tart for herself, nodding at her friend’s words. “We have a family friend that owes me a favor or two so we’ll be talking with him once the time comes to commence the project.” Narcissa’s gaze wandered towards the three children for a moment, smiling softly at the scene before returning her attention towards Lilavati once again. “Now tell me about how you have been doing. I haven’t been as social as I’d like, but if there’s anything that you and the girls need, please don’t hesitate to ask – I’m sure you know this by now, though.” The tiny smirk that appeared was unintentional.

@narcxssamalfoy

Lilavati liked to give Daphne as much freedom as she could. It was how she’d been raised, and for all the things that had gone wrong in her life, she didn't blame any of them on Nayeli and Kavi’s parenting. So she hadn’t pressured Daphne to pick painting today just because Narcissa was visiting, but she had appreciated her daughter’s choice. She knew visual art was important to Cissa, and that she encouraged the twins to explore it as well. It seemed like kismet that Daphne had settled on painting for this afternoon’s occupation. Lilavati enjoyed watching her splash colors over the paper with reckless abandon, her enthusiasm usually resulting in a greyish blob that Lilavati nevertheless treasured.

“Family connections are always helpful.” Lilavati smiled and took a sip of her tea. The Shafiqs weren’t the kind of family that had many connections, preferring to keep to themselves, and most of Emmett’s connections were people Lilavati would not choose to associate with. So she often had to do things the hard way, but that had never stopped her before. It was not in Lilavati’s nature to give up on something just because it was difficult, and she had no trouble chipping away at a problem until it was resolved.

“That I most certainly do.” Lilavati returned Narcissa’s sly smile. It was a rare friend who would help you plot to have your husband imprisoned, and the experience had only served to cement a bond between the two women that Lilavati was certain would last a lifetime. Even if their plan hadn’t worked out exactly as they intended, Lilavati would forever be grateful for Narcissa’s unwavering support. “Truth be told, things are finally beginning to settle. I think Daphne has begun to forget Emmett, which is a relief. It helps that I gave his portrait to Ursella, on account of her being so fond of her son you know.” She rolled her eyes delicately. Ursella Greengrass had been, in Lilavati’s opinion, far more devoted to Emmett than he deserved.

“The only thing left to do is decide when I can abandon this monstrosity.” Lilavati waved her left hand, referring to the wedding ring that felt like a shackle on her finger. It was large and expensive, an antique with a nearly four carat center diamond, and there had been a time when she’d thought its extravagance was proportional to Emmett’s love for her. Now it only served as a reminder of just how naive she’d been. The ring had never had anything to do with how Emmett felt about her, and everything to do with how he wanted other people to view his marriage.

#i narcissa #narcissa 001

amesbnes:

“Apparently my mother likes them,” Amelia scoffed. “It was the one thing I could pretend to force a commonality with her about the last time one of my parents tried talking to me.” Small talk was truly one of the worst parts of meeting with her parents — the constant comparisons of her mother and her. They were still trying to convince her to consider finding a suitable spouse and she was all too happy to allow them to continue thinking her lack of interest in the opposite sex was just a phase. If it wasn’t pointing out differences, it was trying to spot similarities between her and her mother. That was always an adventure in itself since Susan Bones had already had three children by the time she was Amelia’s age. Suffering through Bloody Marys and pretending the cocktail was something she would happily drink seemed better than explaining why work was more important to her than extending the family line.

“The wine is cheap,” She sighed after a moment spent thinking the options over. “You’re best off asking for the white unless you like your red overly sweet and watered down.” The only thing saving her from suggesting to bring a flask the next time a similar event was held was knowing she needed to maintain a respectable front.

@amesbnes

Until she married Emmett, Lilavati had never understood how people could have tense relationships with their parents. Nayeli and Kavi Shafiq had always loved their daughters, never hesitating to give them the freedom to be themselves and make their own decisions. In contrast Ursella Greengrass was a difficult woman; proud and demanding, she was never quite satisfied with anything Lilavati did or said. So Lilavati could see pretending to like something for the sake of familial harmony, and forcing down a few Bloody Marys may well be the easiest option. “I’m sure there are worse white lies.” Lilavati offered Amelia a sly smile to let her know she wasn’t passing judgment.

“Well then, I suppose I’ll have a glass of the white.” The harried bartender finally made their way over to Lilavati and she ordered. Her drink was soon placed in front of her and she took a sip, then shrugged in a, it could be worse, gesture. After another sip, Lilavati turned her attention back to Amelia. “Are any of the rest of your family here, or are you our only representative for the Bones family this evening?”

#i amelia #amelia 001

remxslxpin:

Remus glanced down at the ring. He was used to being dismissed — his entire life had been plagued by it. What he hated was premature rejection. He wasn’t trying to take her home (although, if he was being honest, he wouldn’t have minded an evening with the woman). He was only testing his social skills after months of living as a near recluse. The way she was looking at him made him want to go back home and hide some more. He felt like she could see right through him.

“Not necessarily. I mean, I don’t have a habit of it or anything.” He ran his finger around the edge of his glass, collecting condensation on the tip. “If you don’t want the drink, I’ll happily take it.” Based on her ring and disposition, she was significantly wealthier than he would ever be. Usually women like that wanted nothing to do with Remus. They could smell his lack of success a soon as he walked through the door. “I’m Remus, by the way. If you care.”

@remxslxpin

Lilavati had never been the most socially graceful person. The shining sun at the center of the room had always been Amada, and Lilavati could only reflect her glow. Over the years, Lilavati had learned how to fake it, the easy confidence and sure vivacity of her more gregarious peers. Apparently she was a little out of practice. She watched the man’s face shutter and felt something akin to guilt, but she pushed it aside. She was not obligated to cater to this man’s emotions; she was not responsible for his feelings.

“That’s reassuring.” Lilavati considered taking him up on his offer to drink the beer, but decided against it. It was the polite thing to do, drinking it herself. She took a sip and resisted the urge to wrinkle her nose. She was not a fan of beer. Her eyebrow ticked up at the way he introduced; the self-deprecation dripping off his words was stifling. It made her feel a little more sympathetic toward him. She held her hand out for him to shake. “Lilavati Greengrass, it’s a pleasure.” she held her hand out for him to shake. “Are you here for the fundraiser, or are we interrupting your typical Monday night?”

#i remus #remus 001

iva-goyle:

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Since meeting Evan she couldn’t help but think about how her life could have been different if Gregory had been in Emmett’s place. But then she immediately shut that thinking down, realizing how wrong it was. It wasn’t even that she wanted Gregory gone, he was fine as a partner, she supposed, and gave her whatever she asked for, especially since the birth of their son. But then she had fallen for Evan but it was far too late. She wouldn’t shame herself with a divorce, and she wasn’t even sure that Evan felt the same for her that she felt for him. It was just how things were meant to be, she supposed.

“I will forever question St. Mungo’s choice to hold a fundraiser here. Were all of the other places already booked?” She asked as she glanced around the bar again. “Any place with regulars is unfit to hold a fundraiser if you ask me.” Iva was glad when the bartender finally approached. “We’ll find out together,” she decided, ordering a glass for herself as well. “How are the girls doing?” She asked. “You’ll have to bring them over sometime so we can have wine and talk. Gregory is just getting over a cold.”

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Lilavati shook her head sympathetically. She couldn’t deny that Iva had a point. “The choice certainly does seem like a lapse in judgment. Even if they were hoping for a relaxed and informal atmosphere, surely there were more spacious options.” Lilavati had not been raised to be a hostess from such a young age as many of her peers, but her grandmother had more than made up for the lost time. To Lilavati’s practiced eye, the fundraiser was not well planned, but she hoped it would still be successful. “Perhaps St. Mungo’s charity board is thinned; it may need new members.” The idea appealed to Lilavati, it would be something productive to do without taking her away from the girls too often.

When the bartender returned with their wine, Lilavati took her glass with a nod of thanks and raised it to Iva in a modest toast. “Here’s to exceeding expectations. Hopefully.” Lilavati gave the glass an experimental swirl, watching the way the wine coated the sides of the glass. She breathed in the aroma of the drink, adjusted her estimation accordingly, then took a small sip. It was mostly what she’d expected it to be, a little heavy on tannins and not quite full-bodied, but appropriately dry. She shrugged. “It could be worse.”

With their drinks in hand, Lilavati led Iva away from the bar to a relatively private table. “The girls are well. Daphne’s quite excited by the prospect of Astoria’s first birthday, though that may be because she expects to get gifts as well.” Lilavati shook her head and smiled fondly. She was never not enchanted by Daphne’s antics, something that Nayeli warned would lead to a very spoiled young woman. “But you’ll forgive me if I refrain from scheduling a play date until dear Gregory is well and truly recovered. I would not want to see Daphne and Astoria both ill at the same time.” Lilavati shuddered at the thought.

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A low laugh escaped at Lilavati’s words then Amelia cleared her throat. She hadn’t been listening in full so she wasn’t certain if a laugh was the appropriate response to give. Thankfully, the conversation about drinks meant she could at least get away with it. She tilted her head toward to the half finished glass of beer in her hand and made a face.

“Slim chances,” Amelia admitted with a shake of her head. “Better than what the Ministry offered on New Years Eve but I’m still siding on I’ve had better. They make a decent Bloody Mary but I’ve only ever had that while suffering through breakfast with my father.” Her nose wrinkled when she realized she had started rambling. The question had barely been answered on top of things but she didn’t mind that part so much.

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Lilavati gave a small, wry smile when Amelia laughed at her question. Coming from someone else she might have been offended, but she and Amelia had once shared a dorm room, and while they’d never been bosom friends they had gotten on well enough. Lilavati knew enough about Amelia to know she was not the type to laugh at someone out of malice, so she let the chuckle hang in the air without a sharp retort.

Lilavati made a face that managed to convey disgust while still being ladylike when Amelia mentioned Bloody Marys. “I know it is, technically, a mixed drink, but a Bloody Mary is hardly my idea of a cocktail.” She sighed delicately and frowned at the list of specials written in faint chalk over the bar. Nothing looked like something she would actually enjoy, but it seemed rude to stay in the pub without placing an order. Lilavati turned her attention back to Amelia. “Since you seem to have more knowledge of this establishment than I do, can you recommend anything that isn’t a type of beer?”

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Where: Diagon Alley When: Mid-January Who: Open

Maeve hadn’t ventured out since she had had Seamus two weeks ago and she had started to go a little stir crazy. She was thankful for her friends that had been coming in and out to check on her, she wasn’t sure that she could have done this without them. Every time she looked down at her son it made her miss Kieran all the more and she couldn’t stop thinking about how he should be there with her to celebrate their little family. But now it was just her and Orla and Seamus and she was going to have to go on even with her heart broken. She needed to get out of her flat and start getting used to doing things with two kids.

Seamus was in a baby sling against her chest, under her coat and she had a tight hand on Orla as they walked through the market in Diagon Alley. It had always been one of her favorite places, and she had always thought about wanting to get a stall one day to sell her own art. But now wasn’t the time for that. They had been out for almost an hour and she could tell that they were going to have to get lunch soon, Orla was starting to get fussy. Maeve stopped at one of the stalls that sold paintings, and she put one hand on her hip, her other hand holding Orla’s as she took it in. They had only been standing there for a few minutes before Orla started to whine and stomp her feet.

“I’m so sorry, kids, right?” Maeve asked sheepishly as she knelt down beside her tantruming daughter.

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When Emmett died, many well meaning society matrons had clucked and sighed over how difficult it would be for Lilavati to manage two children all on her own. She had privately rolled her eyes at such concerns, but not bothered to tell any of them that she would have been managing two children all on her own, even if Emmett had still been alive and well and living in her house. Her husband had never had any genuine interest in Daphne, and Lilavati was certain he would have viewed Astoria with the same disdain. But those stuck up, pureblood women had been right about one thing, having two children to wrangle, especially when Daphne was not quite two when Astoria was born, had been a challenge. Some days it still was.

So when Lilavati saw the young mother with a newborn strapped to her chest and a fussy toddler hanging off her arm, she was filled with nothing but sympathy. In truth, Daphne herself was capable of some spectacular temper tantrums that could put this child’s stomping and whining to shame. Blessedly, at the moment Lilavati’s oldest was busy with yet another attempt at teaching Astoria patty-cake.

“You have nothing to apologize for, we’ve all been there.” Typically a reserved woman, Lilavati held a rare soft spot in her heart for fellow mothers and was more willing to offer them compassion than anyone else. “Does she have any allergies? I have some snacks in my bag they could share.” Lilavati disliked the aesthetic of hauling around a large diaper bag as well as a purse and juggling Daphne while managing Astoria’s stroller, so instead she had a modest bag with a meticulously organized extension charm that hung from the stroller handles. It held everything she could possibly need without being unseemly.

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Iva couldn’t wait for this event to be over. She supported St. Mungo’s, of course, which was why she was there to begin with, but the location was certainly a choice. She couldn’t remember the last time that she had dined in the Leaky Cauldron, and if she was being honest she thought that it was entirely possible that she had never actually dined there. Iva found herself looking for Evan at every turn while simultaneously chastising herself for looking for him. Their affair had started at events like this, and she wondered if she would forever look for him at events like this even though she knew that she needed to stop and that she needed to focus on her relationship with her husband. She didn’t need Evan hanging around, looking at her the way that he had at the last few events that they had both been in attendance at.

Iva had beelined for the bar when she arrived, hoping that she would find a familiar face, and if not than she would at least have wine. At the familiar voice, she smiled and looked over at Lilavati. “Probably pretty small. And even if we can get a cocktail here, I probably make a better one.”

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Lilavati turned toward the familiar voice and smiled. Iva Goyle was another woman she had become friends with through Emmett’s involvement with the Death Eaters. She had always admired the older woman for how naturally she took to the spotlight, a thing Lilavati could only strive to imitate, never truly replicate. But what made her truly like Iva was the subtle undercurrent of dissatisfaction within the Goyles’ marriage that Lilavati had always sensed but never asked about. It was enough just to know that perhaps she wasn’t the only one not lucky enough to have found wedded bliss.

“If the regulars are to be believed, that isn’t a terribly high bar.” Lilavati sighed. It wasn’t often that she went out without her girls, by her own choice but still, so she’d been hoping to have a little bit of fun. She’d love to have a good kir royale, but that seemed unlikely, so when the bartender approached her she played it safe and ordered a glass of merlot. She turned to Iva. “Merlot should be safe, don’t you agree?”

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