#constanceolivias

[finniganfrazer]

Can we go to mine instead?

[allieallegretto]

[finniganfrazer]

The SSM

The first semi-official meeting of the Society of the Support of Muggleborns and their Families took place in the Frazer's living room, 4 of the 8 in attendance were Frazers, and a fifth engaged to become one. Still, Finn was happy. He hadn't actually asked anyone else currently not there to join him yet other than Dirk and Mina, neither of whom wanted to, and he was waiting to have something a little more solid before he approached others. The gaining a bit more of an idea what this could all be was what this meeting was about, and Finn was proud to say that even if he didn't have many people there, he at least had representatives of all blood statuses. Pure in Wren and his mother; half and brought up more in the wizarding world: himself; half and brought up more in the muggle world: Libby; his father and Millie were both muggleborn and his cousin, Moe, a muggle. Finally, the seventh attendant at their meeting today was a Squib, founder of the SSM's first alliance, the SSS, Idris Oakby.

Finn wasn't sure what to make of Ms Oakby - the only person there he didn't really know. She seemed nice, quickly making herself at home in the armchair, but Finn had no idea why she laughed so hard when his dad suggested he thought of a different name for his new society, nor why she answered so many of his questions with just a smile. Still, having her there was useful as someone with experience in dealing with such formation of organisations, as well as her offering her own tips with how to do a few things. Finn was definitely happy with it all.

[piercedjugson]

You’d think we would run into each other more.

[vicissitudesofvaughan]

Hello, pal.

I know it’s been a while, but honestly thing have been quite weird around here, especially with first Finn’s dad and now that whole squib rally thing. It almost seems like terrible inappropriate and disrespectful under the circumstances, but also equally weird not to mention it, so I’ll just come out with it: I’m engaged! Ta-da! Sometime in the future, you shall me invited to the wedding of Olivia Mansfield and Finnigan Frazer!

How is it going with you? Tell me everything? I miss you being a regular fixture in my life, Jaymie Vaughan.

Love,

Liv.

OH MY GOD!!!! CONSTANCE OLIVIA MANSFIELD. YOU’RE ENGAGED!!! YOU’RE GOING TO BE MARRIED! YOU GET TO WEAR A GORGEOUS, WHITE DRESS AND WALK DOWN AN AISLE WHILE EVERYONE STARES AT YOU! YOU HAVE A FIANCE! SOON-TO-BE HUSBAND. THIS IS THE BEST NEWS EVER. 

Well, things are going well. I have nothing to match that kind of news. YOU’RE ENGAGED!!!

Best, Jaymie

[finniganfrazer]

There was a rally last weekend for Squibs with the SSS and Death Eaters showed up. They're holding a memorial service for people who were killed during it. Seren was one of them. -Wren

The words took a long time to sink in. He hadn’t really known what Wren meant by a memorial service, thinking it was probably some weird historical thing he had failed to notice Dirk talking about. Nothing to do with people who were dead. His throat closed up, the words darting around the page too much for him to properly focus but last weekend echoed in his mind, disembodied but with Wren’s voice. While he had been here spending time with Libby and his family, having fun, getting engaged, seeing sights, his friends had needed him. Someone he had been close to was dead, and he’d had no idea, trapped in a bubble in muggle Connemara.

He crashed through to the next room, his whole body shaking as he dropped the letter on the table in front of his father.

“I’m going home.”

Only after he said the words did he check around the room that nobody who didn’t know about magic had decided to drop in and visit. Last he’d checked it was just them and his grandparents in the house, but various cousins had been around at different times, and with his dad potentially in Ireland for his last ever time, it was almost becoming expected that someone would show their face every day. Luckily, everyone staring at him now were well aware that he could apparate.

“Thank-you,” he said to his maimeó, kissing her on the cheek.

“Of course, mo chroí. We’ll be over for the wedding.”

His daideó only nodded his agreement and held out his hand to shake. Finn turned back to his father and Libby, now they had both read Wren’s letter.

“Of course,” Eamon said, his voice cracking.

“You’ll be okay?”

“I’ll be fine, boyo. You two go, be with your friends.”

Finn bit his lip to stop it from trembling. If only he’d been there sooner. It was only the thought of Wren, and Finch, and Millie, and anyone else who kept him from breaking down there and then. What was more important was getting his things together to apparate back to London.

[finniganfrazer]

Baby You're a Firework // Olivigan

Finn had been biding his time. He had a perfect moment in mind and everything planned out. He was extra impressed with himself for figuring it all out on his own so that it would be a complete surprise, the most romantic way he could ever imagine a proposal being. For that's what they were supposed to be, was a surprise. Even though he had met questions and opposition at every person he had talked to so far, he had few worries that Libby wouldn't want things the same way he did.

Though it was nowhere as busy as the alternate years when they hosted a New Year's party, his grandparents' still felt a little full and so Finn felt the need to try and be subtle as he placed a hand on the small of his girlfriend's back and pulled her in.

"There's a place just up the way. We'll be able to see the fireworks from the golf course and from Clifden, and it'll be a bit quieter. What do you think?" He pressed a kiss to her temple after asking, and hoped she wouldn't notice the box shaped bulge in his jeans pocket.

[finniganfrazer]

Despite all his certainty, there was very little surprise that Finn was nervous now that he stood on the Mansfields’ doorstep. He had to take a few deep breathes before he raised his hand to knock, but almost immediately he lowered his arm again, taking a little more time. There was no reason to rush it, he knew. This was one of the most important questions he would ask - possibly the second most important question of all - and there was a lot riding on the answer. All being well, he would only ever do this once in his entire life, and getting rid of those initial jitters seemed to be a good idea. Finally, his knuckled came in contact with the door. He rocked onto his toes as he gave three light raps, then he settled back down to flat foot, staring around the street nervously as he waited.