#(marcus 1)

[mauramulciber]

“And you said this is a... tisane?” Maura said in faint question, trying to mimic the accent the man had used on the word. Lifting the delicate cup, Maura inhaled the scent of tea before tasting at it, smiling faintly and humming. As far as business meetings went, Maura thought this was the most pleasant one that she’d ever had the chance to experience.

Or so she thought for all of about a minute, managing to get as far as saying “Tell me about your case” to inquire about just why the Ministry was sending an obliviator to help him before a stone spear came crashing through the window.

Several people screamed and Maura was one of them as she dropped her cup, the porcelain shattering as she went to the floor and tried to use the table for cover while seeing where the attack came from. “Are you okay?” @marcus-bulstrode​

[alarickane]

There was still a week left until term started at Hogwarts, but Pandora had already moved into the castle and Alaric was slowly making progress with moving to Hogsmeade, which really was something he should have done a while ago.

It made sense, after all. His work was in Hogsmeade, Bas lived in Scotland, and now Pandora was in Hogwarts, so there wasn't anything to keep him in London, but there was still something sad about giving up the flat he'd customized and lived in for the past few years. Of course, he'd been sad when he first moved into that flat and out of the home he shared with Dirk, although those circumstances were slightly different.

Since he was still in the process of moving, Alaric didn't actually know the people in the streets of Hogsmeade unless they were a regular where he worked, but the man he saw in front of him was nothing but a stranger. "Do you need help with that?" Alaric asked, about three seconds after telling himself he should mind his own business. @marcus-bulstrode

[patilriya]

"Considering your fashion sense is to kill for, I think I’d find time to to talk to you if only so I could stare at that fantastic jacket,” Riya said easily as she led Marcus through her house to the living room. Normally she just brought people to the kitchen, but she could hear one of the twins fussing, so directly to her girls it was.

“Take a seat, make yourself comfortable. Do you want a drink?” She asked without even glancing back at Marcus, instead leaning over into the playpen with the twins and quickly checking the color of the bracelet attached to a pudgy arm to figure out which twin was looking up at the ceiling and which was screwing up their little face.

Over three months old and Riya still couldn’t tell her kids apart, she really hadn’t been prepared for that.

“Come here, little darling,” She cooed, carefully scooping up the calm and not cryig Padma before turning and handing her off unceremoniously to Marcus. “Don’t worry about breaking her. She’s three months and if I haven’t managed it yet, you’re not going to.” @marcus-bulstrode