Fisher had been seeing more of Raven lately, but it was obvious that in the past few weeks things between them had changed. Of course he still had feelings for Raven, he still thought she was an amazing girl, but lately he'd been less focused on his love life and more focused on being a father to Maverick. Things were finally starting to return to a state of normal, be it an altered state of normal, and while he wasn't even entirely sure of his intentions for the night he was glad that Raven had agreed to come over.
By some miracle he'd managed to get Mavi to sleep and then he ventured into the kitchen, he wasn't much of a cook, and since he was a vegitarian he only cooked vegitarian alternatives, but he'd managed to whip up a pasta dish that he thought would be enough to make him seem like a decent enough cook. He wasn't sure if Toby would be home at all tonight, but he wanted to ensure that he and Raven would have enough privacy to talk, and hopefully get a few things sorted out. Pulling his phone out of his pocket he quickly typed out and sent a message to Toby, 'Hey... Raven's coming over for dinner tonight, just a heads up.' He watched as his phone confirmed the message as sent and placed it down on the counter, letting out a long sigh he pulled a glass from the cupboard and proceeded to pour himself a glass of ice tea, it wasn't exactly a beer, but he had all but given up drinking after his last binge. Taking a sip from the glass he leaned back against the counter and awaited Raven's arrival, when he heard the knock at the door he hurried towards it, puling it open anixiously. "Hey" He greeted Raven with a nervous smile, unsure if he should go in for a hug, or just keep his distance, the way he'd been trying to over the last few days.
Going back to work as proved to be a more trying ask than Fisher had expected, he had hundreds of emails, tweets and letters to sort through, articles that needed to be written and posted on his blog, and of course planning for his upcoming return to the air. He hadn't stopped working for eight hours straight and by the time the end of his work day had rolled around he was drained, tired and hungry. To make matters worse he was going home to his daughter, and while he was excited to see her chubby face and hear the soft cooing of her baby voice, he wasn't looking forward to the long night ahead of him.
Reaching the door to his apartment he paused for a moment before going inside, he didn't hear much from outside and as he entered his apartment and looked around he was surprised and relieved to hear nothing. At least he had left Maverick in capable hands, and he hoped Track hadn't had it too rough on their first full day together, dropping his stuff in his room he continued through the apartment to Mavi's nursery and pushed the door open to find Track and Mavi playing together quietly, he stepped inside before speaking, making a mental note to speak clearly so Track could read his lips.
Dropping to the floor where Track and Mavi we located he smiled and picked up the baby, kissing her cheek and then placing her in his lap before smiling up at Track, "It seems like you two did okay today?" He commented watching Track for a moment. While he didn't know Track all that well he got a good vibe off of him, he was sweet and seemed to be really good with Mavi, plus he'd come recommended by Rosie, so Fisher easily placed his trust in him. "I hope she wasn't too naughty for you?" He continued with a question and chuckled.
There were a million things Parvati Patil should have been doing. There was an ominous and very haphazard pile of coursework laying out on the foot of her bed, for one. Clone situation or no, there seemed always revision to be done and essays to be written. Speaking of the “clone situation,” that was something she really ought to be concerned over. Nearly everyone else around her was! Everyone was worrying about all the alleged dead and alive ones they claimed were roaming about. At every turn, there was some new story or some Slytherin jumping down her throat (cough Tracey Davis cough) for not being upset enough.
The problem wasn’t necessarily that the Gryffindor girl thought they were all lying or trying to pull one over on anyone. They sounded really convicted, like they absolutely believed it. Of course, there was the chance they could just be excellent liars…but Parvati prided herself on being able to see through that sort of thing fairly well. Being on top of the latest gossip required a body to weed out the convincing bits from the not-so-believable bits, after all. Six years of it and her skill was well-honed, and in the instance at hand, she felt certain her classmates weren’t pulling their stories out of thin air.
What then, could explain it? Parvati didn’t know and to be completely honest, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to know. Negative feelings and pessimism made her stressed out, and frankly, made her feel sick to her stomach. The confusing world she found herself in didn’t sit well with her personality. If it were up to Parvati, nobody would ever talk about such things out loud. Maybe it was her upbringing or something, it was difficult to say, but she just didn’t like dealing with that stuff. Her reputation might have been as the “less serious” Patil Twin, the ditzy and shallow one of the pair, and while that observation was a bit naive and not entirely accurate, her reactions at a time like this made that reputation understandable. So, naturally, instead of doing things like revision or whatever it was her classmates thought she should be doing, there was only one thing on her mind: girl’s night in with her best mate and soul sister.
Parvati had managed to clear the clutter off her bed and was digging through her trunk for the best of her old Witch Weekly issues when the door to the Gryffindor sixth year girls’ dormitory opened. Turning ‘round to look at whoever it was, the an excited smile blossomed at the sight of one Lavender Brown waltzing through the door. If there was anyone, besides her twin sister Padma, who understood the nuances of her personality, it was Lav. She never talked to her like she was a five year-old or any of the other ways other people talked to Parvati.
"Heya!" She greeted her friend brightly, pulling her head out from her trunk, armed with a stack of magazines. “I am so glad you suggested this tonight; we are going to have so much fun."
Ever since Lavender had started dating fellow sixth year Ron Weasley, the two girlfriends hadn’t seen as much of each other as they used to. It kind of bothered Parvati, but at the same time, she thought getting upset about it would be pointless. It would just make a big deal out of nothing and cause a fight, two things she didn’t need in her life currently. Besides, it wasn’t as if Lav was just going to forget about her! It wasn’t, after all, the first time one of the two had gotten a boyfriend and changed their friendship dynamics. Though she’d never say it aloud, Parvati knew things would go back to their usual routine when Lavender and Ron were over. It was the way of things.
"I thought we could start with these and then open up the scrapbook?" Parvati suggested, gesturing towards the stack she’d just thrown onto the bed.
