[padraicmacmillan]

thibeauty:

I’d hope so. [ It feels so weird to hear him speak to her like that, but she knows he doesn’t know it’s her. She pauses, then holds Lucien towards him. ] Did you want to hold him? I think he wants to go to you. 

are you sure that’d be alright?

[padraicmacmillan]

thibeauty:

Oh. [ She’s mildly shocked to hear him say that and it takes her a moment to respond. ] Well, thank you. I’d hope so. Though if he looks like his father, he’d be fine, too. [ She smiles fondly, looking down at Lucien and smoothing back his little locks of hair. ]

So he’s set either way then (he gives a smile and light laugh.) 

[padraicmacmillan]

thibeauty:

[ She can’t help but smile a little bit, her gaze falling on Lucien. ] Yes, well, he might take after me. I never listened to my mother. I’m afraid he might be rebellious, even now. What’ll he be like when he’s older?

Well in that case, I guess he’d be like his mother, though maybe not as pretty...a different kind of pretty. I mean - 

[padraicmacmillan]

thibeauty:

If only he’d listen. I tell him that all the time. [ She looks down a Lucien, smiling, relieved to see him finally calmed. Meanwhile, Lucien coos at Padraic, gripping his hand back as best he can. ]

Don’t worry, he’ll learn to listen one day. Even I learned to listen to my mum. 

[padraicmacmillan]

thibeauty:

No, it’s okay. I have him under control – [ She trails off, realizing that Lucien has since settled down some, having gotten distracted by Padraic. Lucien looks at him for a few moments, blinking, before he reaches out tentatively towards him. ]

(he’s about to say something when he notices Lucien too) Hello there, mate (smiles a little at him, moving his hand to take the tiny one between his thumb and forefinger.) You know you shouldn’t cry on your mum like that. You’re making her all worried.

[thibeauty]

Honey, why? Why are you crying? [ She’s trying to soothe Lucien, sat on a park bench, frantically trying to get him to calm down. She knows her time is running out on the potion but she can’t go anywhere with him like this. ] What’s wrong? What is it?

[padraicmacmillan]

(He doesn’t need to be able to hear the baby’s cries to figure out what’s going on. Her movements and the look on her face is enough.) Do you need some help? (asks moving to sit next to her and give her a light tap on the side of the arm)

[padraicmacmillan]

sigclay:

Protect me? Me? She’s the one that needs protecting. She could’ve died in there. Still could, right? From what I’m hearing, it’s that bad.

“A lot of us could have died. Some of us did. I understand you want to protect her, but the people who hold those kinds of thoughts about your sister and others like her, they’re...they aren’t people you have the skills to protect her from.”

[padraicmacmillan]

sigclay:

I guess? I don’t really know the words. I just know she had a shit time in school, I take it. Not that she ever told me.

It’s what we call the world where muggles, non-wizards are from. Maybe she was trying to protect you

[padraicmacmillan]

sigclay:

It’s not … not like that. My sister just never told me what it was like at her school. That people treated her and other people like shit because of here family, where she comes from. 

Because she’s from the muggle world?

[sigclay]

I … I just don’t get it. The idea that someone should be able to learn things someone else shouldn’t. It’s … fucked, is all.

[padraicmacmillan]

Maybe it’s not should or shouldn’t, but about can and can’t. Not sure that makes it any less fucked, but it makes more sense, I think.

[padraicmacmillan]

karoondas:

I would say it’s definitely not the best thing. But it’s okay. I won’t kick his ass or tell on you to Eden or Alec if you stop this shit.

you wouldn’t

[padraicmacmillan]

karoondas:

I won’t. But only if you get some fucking rest once in a while. This whole falling asleep while working on stuff and barely finishing a meal thing isn’t exactly what I’d call healthy.

right. yeah, that’s probably not the best thing, is it?

[padraicmacmillan]

karoondas:

Does Mr. Scamander also want you working yourself until you pass out? Because if he does, we might have to talk – and by talk, I mean I might have to kick his ass.

No, no that’s not - don’t do that.

[padraicmacmillan]

karoondas:

Oh. Shit, sorry. Yeah, I asked if you were okay. How long have you been here? What are you doing?

i’m not sure. since 6 maybe? just trying to go over some notes. Mr. Scamander wants me to study them

[padraicmacmillan]

karoondas:

[ She’s about to leave the shop with a drink in hand when she notices him at a table. She pauses, frowning as she recognizes him (barely) and moves to shake him awake. ] Hey. You okay? What are you doing here?

hmm what (asks as he feels the shake, and lifts his head) I’m up, I’m up (he rubs his eyes before looking up to see who had shaken him) did you - did you say something?

[padraicmacmillan]

(asleep at a table with open books and notes all over it, along with a half cup of coffee and what’s left of a croissant he’s picked apart)

[padraicmacmillan]

tristan-mckinley:

[hesitates a moment before speaking again] Thanks for, you know, stepping in and everything. I know I’m probably not your favorite person in the world so … thanks.

I don’t hate you if that’s what you think.