#theretrogrademoon

[introspectixn]

cheers || elena & gabriel & hermia & phoebe & gus & martin

          “I rather think the situation calls for champagne, don't you? After all, it's not every day our sister opens her own business.”

          “To Phoebe! May her shop be busy, her customers loyal, and her ventures successful. We're all very proud of you.”

[amonochromeaugust]

undercover

"This isn't a joke, Phoebe, and I can't keep going out there for you if you think it is!"

[amonochromeaugust]

help me up

"Unnggggh."

[amonochromeaugust]

the butterbeer was spiked

"As redundant as it sounds the butterbeer was spiked. Seriously, if someone is not happy with my product they should just tell me."      He felt more like shit than he      had in ages. What was in that stuff?

[nyxangelic]

putting up

"You know, if you wanted a sandwich             you could have just asked.                       No need to steal mine."      He tried to sound casual.      After all he was the older brother.      Yet Phoebe still intimidated him.

[theflyingfox]

aftermath || elena & fabian & lucy & molly & phoebe

                “Right, you lot.  Who wants to start by      explaining to me what the hell happened last      night?”

[theflyingfox]

Family Meeting || Fabian & Gus & Martin & Phoebe

–– "Right, you lot. It's Mia's birthday today, and I'm holding each and every one of you personally responsible for me not having a gift for her. Mostly Phoebe – you know how I am with dates – but Gus and Martin, you were supposed to remind me if your sister forgot. You're terrible, all of you."

–– "Now we've got to figure out what to do. And no throwing together something haphazard at the last minute – your mother deserves to be treated like a queen. So. Ideas?"

[drxmeda]

A Grand Tea Party

thestubbornsquib theretrogrademoon

               ❝           Ah, Pheobe. You're la--- ❞                   Blue, almost grey eyes flicked from Pheobe to the figure behind her. The woman, draped across her chair like is was a throne. Suddenly, as if she was naked and a stranger walked in, she sat bolt upright, looking far more confused.   ❝           And you've got a little friend with you. Who's-- ❞                   Oh. Andromeda narrowed her eyes and looked at Molly hawkishly, eyeing her up and down. It was that girl, Percy's girl, the one with the sister. She wasn't a threat. Andromeda smiled smugly again, at ease and satisfied. She felt positively regal; she almost extended her hand with a ring as shiny as if it was bought yesterday-- her wedding ring-- for them both to kiss it. She didn't, and she smirked more at her little fantasy. If one could call it that.   ❝ Molly. I haven't seen you in an age.❞                  Oh, how grand she sounded. She settled herself back into her chair-- she looked regal too-- and trailed some hair down her her shoulder, playing with it absently as if she was bored when in fact she couldn't have been more alert to the change in circumstance. She awaited an explanation surely, but it was important not to seem overly concerned. She was going to play it cool. Lazily pointed a foot at the table at the far end of her long couch, she played it ever so cool.  ❝ I made tea and sandwiches, by the by. ❞                    So cool.