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Feb 5, 2015 13:54:29 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2015 13:54:29 GMT -7
Neville was up early today.
Probably the earliest out of anyone in the flat. Philip might have beaten him up and already been in a greenhouse, but he hadn’t checked. Whether in his bedroom or in a greenhouse, if he wanted breakfast, he’d come when he smelled it. Neville was busy in front of the stove, cooking piles of scrambled eggs, strips of bacon, stacks of toast, and a rack of biscuits in the oven. He had a small crate filled with oranges from the trees in the larger greenhouse that he would squeeze for juice when he caught a break. Hannah always said that she liked his cooking the best, but Neville knew that her cooking ability in no uncertain terms dwarfed his own. Frankly, he figured it was less that his cooking as good, and more that someone was cooking for her, rather than the other way around. Not that he minded cooking for his wife, even when he wasn’t in just a little bit of trouble for decisions and lack of knowledge on certain subjects when he had made these decisions. Yesterday had been…rough. Alice in a bad mood, Aurora and Andromeda’s brother showing up, tensions all around.
Despite that, Neville was in a good mood, whistling while he cooked. It was a new day, it was vacation time with his family, biological and adopted, and all of their problems were things they could resolve with a little time and communication. So he whistled happily while the scent of bacon and eggs began to permeate the house. He was only wearing black slacks at the moment, barefoot and shirtless in front of the stove. It was more comfortable this way, especially with the heat rolling off of the oven, and Neville was used to being more relaxed about his wardrobe here than at Hogwarts. The lack of shirt displayed his broad shoulders, muscular chest, and the scars on his body: curse marks adorned the front of his chest and his arms, and a veritable spider-web of scars from whips covered his back. Had Neville considered that Aurora and Andromeda might know less of his youth than his children, he would have worn a shirt. As it was, being so used to how things were at home, he didn’t put two and two together, and so did not dress to avoid scaring or putting off the Lestrange sisters.
(So, this one's just a second thread for those who wish to participate. Tagging everyone who's at the place so you all see this, but nobody's required to show up <3) @hannah @alice @kay @philip @lestrange @remy4
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Feb 8, 2015 23:41:41 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2015 23:41:41 GMT -7
Hannah was always grateful for the mornings when Neville insisted that she sleep in whilst he took care of breakfast. It wasn't just that she loved his cooking, it was the fact that he was doing it for her. Plus, he always just looked so adorable when she caught up him in the kitchen. He always looked like he was having such a good time, which he was because he was doing someone else a service and that was something her husband enjoyed thoroughly. She hadn't been able to sleep in long, however, considering her excitement and nervousness about this Christmas break. Yesterday really had been a long day, but she felt like she had given the Lestrange girls a good impression of what life under her roof would be like. She had been very gracious, made excellent food, and listened to them when they spoke with her. Aside from Alice's discomfort and the strange visit from Rolf Lestrange, Hannah really felt like she had a decent day getting to know the girls.
Today was going to determine a lot within the walls of their little flat. Would Alice come out and try to make an effort? Did Andromeda and Aurora make any headway conversing with one another last night? It broke Hannahs heart to see sibling relationships that struggled, considering how important her little brothers were in her life. She wouldn't be forceful, but she hoped that Alice, Andromeda and Aurora would all learn a lot over this break as to how important family really is. Especially when that family is adopted and invited into your home because of difficult circumstances.
She took her time rolling over in the bed before tossing her feet over the side and slipping them into her slippers. She wore simple pajamas with a white t-shirt and light pink baggy pants. She yawned a little as she slipped into the kitchen. She stopped in the doorway, not entering all the way in order to take in the image of her husband at the stove. She leaned against the door frame for a moment, smiling contently at the site of his bare feet and bare skin. She just watched him for a moment before finally stepping up behind him and slowly wrapping her arms around him from behind, kissing the whip marks on his back gently. "Good morning, darling."
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Feb 26, 2015 13:46:48 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2015 13:46:48 GMT -7
Neville smiled as he picked his wand up off the counter and waved it, Summoning a pair of trays to him, where fat strips of bacon lay marinating in liquids. He tended to make mostly the normal stuff, but the former Gryffindor had a certain love for bacon—and couldn’t understand why anyone didn’t, as a matter of fact—and knew a variety of ways to cook it. One of the trays was filled with maple syrup, which would be a rather expensive import if Hannah didn’t own a restaurant, but made for a sweeter strip of bacon that went very well between two halves of a biscuit. The other tray of bacon was marinating in a mixture of honey and fresh orange juice, giving it a tangy, bursting flavor that knocked the sleepiness right out of you. The maple bacon would be fried once he finished the regular bacon, while the orange bacon needed to be baked after the biscuits came out.
Neville paused for a moment in his preparation, feeling Hannah’s presence before she got to him. Rather than set his wand down and work by hand, as he normally did, he continued waving it, even as he felt those small, deceptively dainty hands slide around his torso, warm lips press into his back. He chuckled at her greeting. “Morning, love.” He wrapped one arm around behind him for a moment before turning around on Hannah and spinning her so that he back was to the stove. Another wave of his wand had the bacon strips marching themselves into place, and for a few minutes he could focus solely on the blonde in his arms.
He chucked his wand onto the counter, and followed up with his wife, lifting her up and setting her on the edge. Neville leaned forward, putting his weight on his fists, and pressed his lips to Hannah’s. Sweeter than maple syrup or orange and honey by far. They shared several kisses in the quiet kitchen before Neville had to divert his attention to make sure nothing was burning. “You know, you normally sleep a lot later after my first night home,” he remarked quietly. Deciding that nothing would go wrong with the food for a couple more minutes at least, he turned bright eyes back to his wife, the lopsided grin from his youth forming on his face again. “Are you trying to tell me that I should put forth a bit more effort tonight then?”
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Feb 28, 2015 16:49:20 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2015 16:49:20 GMT -7
Hannah smiled and giggled a little at Nevilles way of maneuvering her in order to focus on her for a moment rather than the bacon. She leaned back on the counter for a moment until he lifted her onto it. She leaned forward as he kissed her, happily kissing him back. Okay, not just happily, but hungrily too. After a moment he had to pull away, however, in order to check on the food. She pouted a little at that but didn't stop him. She leaned on one hand, her body tilting toward him. She rolled her eyes playfully and laughed, "oh you know there is a lot on my mind this time around," she was being truthful about the reason she didn't sleep in, but her tone was still light. As he turned back to her with that goofy grin, she squinted her nose and touched it to the tip of his, "a little more effort never hurt anyone," she joked before kissing the tip of his nose and pulling back again.
"Did any of the children come out yet?" she asked, crossing one of her legs over the other. She was thinking about, and worried about, each of the children individually. She hoped Alice would at least come down and get some food and say good morning, though she was worried it may not happen. She was worried that Andromeda and Aurora would maybe think they had to have permission to leave their rooms or something like that... hopefully they weren't worrying. She worried that Henry would sleep in so late they wouldn't see him until dinnertime, and Phil and Fin probably stayed up all night talking about Quidditch.
She contemplated whether she should go and fetch them, but it was still a little early and they had just gotten back from school. Plus, some alone time in the kitchen with Neville wasn't a bad thing at all. She reached a hand up and absentmindedly toyed with his hair as he cooked. "So, what's on the menu?"
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Apr 27, 2015 12:47:03 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2015 12:47:03 GMT -7
was there anything else in the world worse than waking up with a cold? honestly? he couldn't think of anything. he grunted as he pulled the blankets up to his chin and tried to ignore the razor blades that seemed to fill his throat. he sniffed as he looked at the time. great, time to get up. and move. and do things. it was going to be a long day. even though he didn't have anything to do, he couldn't lay in bed all day as much as his body ached and begged him too. that was the last time he'd spend the night up with his brother talking about quidditch plays and games and all things about the sport. never again. which meant that he'd probably be up and doing the same thing tomorrow night. it was something they usually did. kicking the blankets down from his body he made himself roll out of bed and grab the cupboard that housed his wand, his light and usually water. but since he'd just got home his wand was in his jeans from the night before and the water, well he assumed it was downstairs in the tap. he coughed as he pulled on his jumper, deciding to stay in his sweats till he could track down a potion and get rid of this blasted cold.
walking out into the hall he headed for the stairs. he wasn't used to getting sick anymore. it had been years since his last bad cold and his tolerance had dropped to zero. maybe because he wasn't a little kid any more that had been born too early and lacked an immune system that was strong. he guessed all the work outs from quidditch were helping, but still. maybe it was because he was home he could finally relax and not worry about classes or practice or running into any girls he liked. that was always a worry when he walked into the halls. rubbing his sleeve into his eye, he yawned which was followed by a cough and he walked into the kitchen. he heard his parents and he made a noise of disgust. "ugh .. " he said as he rolled his eyes and dropped onto a chair at the table, the sleeve of his jacket still pressed into his eyes. "it's too early for romantic talking you two" he mumbled, coughing again and pulling his jacket closer. he mustered and managed to plaster half a smile o his pale face as he folded his arm over his chest and leaned it on the table. "morning"
i hope this is the thread you were talking about suzie <3
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May 5, 2015 10:59:27 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on May 5, 2015 10:59:27 GMT -7
Neville wasn’t much for smirking, but he had to when Hannah said more effort couldn’t hurt. Honestly, it was a wonder they only had three children. He shook himself out of his reverie though, turning back to the oven with a quiet sigh. He finished the last of the normal bacon, pulled the pan of biscuits out to cool on the counter, and began to cook both kinds of marinated bacon. He shrugged at Hannah’s question. “I haven’t seen any of them. I suppose it’s possible they got up before me and I just haven’t seen them come through?” He doubted it, though. Philip’s zeal for Herbology allowed him to get up at any hour if there was a good reason, but that same zeal might have kept him up late too. Alice likewise had been known to get up early for the sake of animals, but that seemed equally unlikely, her puffs were probably within two feet of her and her cat wouldn’t be much farther away. And Jayden liked to sleep.
“So, what’s on the menu?”
Neville flipped bacon strips, the sweet smell of frying syrup lifting into the air alongside the scent of the meat itself. “Eggs, bacon, biscuits. Figured if we were feeding seven, I might as well pull out all the stops.” Not that he could hold a candle to Hannah in cooking, but this was one of the better meals among those he could make. Their children knew that, of course, but he was sort of hoping to impress the Lestrange sisters before his wife raised their standards.
He leaned in toward Hannah again, pressing his forehead to hers, but a sound of annoyance got his attention before they could pick up where they’d left off. Neville turned, eyebrow arched for many reasons. It was rare that Jayden wasn’t the last one to get up, and rarer still for him to be the first child up for breakfast. Neville honestly expected him to show up about three hours later, pile a plate with the cold breakfast that hadn’t been eaten, and eat until it was lunchtime. His youngest child was in the middle of his teens, growing at an alarming rate. Jayden seemed like he would inherit his father’s physique, maybe even be bigger at the rate he was shooting up. Jayden also looked sick and not at all happy about it. How long had it been since he’d been sick? Neville eyed Hannah, corner of his mouth turning up into a small smile. Boys don’t want Daddy to kiss it and make it better, love.
Instead, he would let Hannah do the fussing--if she wanted to, anyway. Jayden was tough, but he was also her baby. His part was to treat it like no big deal, so Jayden wouldn't be embarrassed about it. “Figure out who you want to spend the rest of your life with, then come back and tell me that if you can. Morning, jaybird. You hungry?”
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May 15, 2015 14:40:46 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on May 15, 2015 14:40:46 GMT -7
It was quite possible that the children had gotten up early and just gone about their business, but on their first morning back Hannah knew they would expect breakfast to be made for them. It was something they did as a family. She shrugged nonchalantly at the idea of them already being out and about, and smiled as Neville explained the food they would be having. "I hope Andromeda and Aurora enjoy breakfast. I don't even know what kind of food they serve in those fancy rich households," she was joking, of course, but she rolled her eyes nonetheless.
They were soon interrupted by a groan behind Neville. A smile grew on Hannahs face as her baby boy arrived, however he didn't look well at all. Hannah got Nevilles message with the small smile, and slid off the counter, giving Neville a kiss on the cheek before crossing over toward Jayden<abbr>. "Never too early for romance, darling, you'll learn that. But what's the matter?" she asked, sliding into the chair beside Jayden and gently placing a hand on his back. He was probably just fine, at least he wouldn't be dying of anything, but she was a mother after all.
"Ah, you have a cold," she nodded, patting him lightly on the back of the head. She looked up at Neville and gave a little smile before she lifted her wand and summoned a tall glass of orange juice toward the table in front of Jayden. "Here, juice will make you feel a bit better!"
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May 25, 2015 12:02:56 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on May 25, 2015 12:02:56 GMT -7
"bacon .. i want to spend the rest of my life with bacon" he mumbled as he leaned his chin on his arms and thought about what his father had said. he couldn't imagine settling down with someone, not just yet anyway. that would happen way way way way way way into the future. there wasn't any chance of him giving up flying for a girl, well no girl that he'd met so far. there wasn't anything in the world that could make him stop flying. he ran his hand through his hair then covered his mouth as another cough racked his body. shaking his head a little he drew in a breathe when it was over and looked toward his father. "not really, i'll eat something later." which were only ever words that came out of his mouth when he was sick. he on his good days could eat his body weight in food and still be hungry, he was growing after all. he hoped to get taller than his father and he was almost there.
"it's always too early for romance mum" he said as he shifted his head to watch his mother pull herself away from his father to come over and sit next to him. he gave in to the urge to rest his head against her shoulder, lowering his head to rest against her he sighed a little and shook his head, covering his mouth to cough again before he protested at her diagnosis. "i'm sure it's the plague" he said, keeping his head against her shoulder. "juice is a magic cure? i feel five again" he said with a light smile as he reached out to grab the juice that floated toward him and he sipped it, his throat glad to have the liquid. "is no one else awake yet?" he asked, rubbing his knuckles into his eyes and he looked at neville. "they are still alive, aren't they?" he joked a little. he was hardly ever the first one awake. he couldn't remember the last time he'd woken up to be the first kid in the kitchen for food while they were all home.
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May 28, 2015 16:33:56 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on May 28, 2015 16:33:56 GMT -7
((I'm so sorry this took forever!))
It was officially the start of the second day of the Lestrange integration within the Longbottom family, and the Christmas holiday. Phil was thrilled, of course, because it was a holiday and Andy was living with him. He felt a little bad about sleeping in the middle of their conversation through the wall, but then again it was reasonable as it had been nighttime and they needed to sleep anyway. Whatever the case, he was gonna see Andy again, definitely.
After having gotten dressed, Phil sped down the stairs. He went a little faster than he usually did, but he was super excited to have breakfast with the family and Andy and Rory. Unfortunately, once he finally made it down the stairs and was about to cross into the kitchen, he bumped into someone right at the entrance...and under the threshold of the entrance above them was a mistletoe.
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May 28, 2015 20:19:41 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on May 28, 2015 20:19:41 GMT -7
As awkward as it was that Phil had fallen asleep in the middle of their conversation last night, Andy was glad for the opportunity to get some sleep herself. She still hadn't been able to tell him about Jude, but there was no way she would be doing that in front of the entire family today. His family. The family. Her family? Gah. She didn't know if he had woken up yet, and she was a bit nervous about going downstairs without him. Still, she made her way to the top of the stairs and listened to the voices. Mrs. Longbottom, Professor Longbottom and... Jayden were down there. That wasn't too intimidating. Jay was cool. She slowly stepped down the stairs and made her way to the kitchen entrance, leaning in the door frame for a moment before speaking, just watching the Longbottoms interact. Jay was sick, Hannah offered him juice, it was adorable. She was about to step further into the kitchen when someone came barreling into her. Her first thought was that she had stopped Alice from making a quick escape and her eyes widened in fear until she realized who it was. "I'm sorr- Oh," she stopped, and Phil had stopped too due to bumping into her. The two were standing in the doorway, standing incredibly close as the doorway wasn't that big. Her eyes flickered to the door frame above them where they wretched little plant hung. Her eyes widened. "Phil-uh-Good Morning-" @superluigi64 @hannah @henry @kay @alice (note: viola, feel free to make fun of the awkward tension between Phil and Andy. Merry Christmas!)
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May 31, 2015 10:14:19 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on May 31, 2015 10:14:19 GMT -7
Neville was also curious about how the Lestrange girls would take to breakfast. If he were honest with himself, he believed the food would be forgotten in light of the atmosphere. The only one not interested in being tolerant and agreeable was Alice, and he expected his daughter either not to show her face at all, or show it long enough to grab food and run. She still hadn't accepted this, but he knew she didn't want to speak out in anger again. She was prone to it, but nobody ever got angrier at Alice for things her temper said than her. And they had talked things out last night. He'd not given any of Aurora's secrets away, of course, but he'd made it clear to Alice that they were here for their own good. At least, he hoped he had. Neville set these thoughts aside for the moment, chuckling quietly at Jayden's remark as he finished cooking. “Bacon, huh? But you said it's too early...so I guess this means I have to throw all of this out. The normal bacon...and the maple bacon...and the citrus bacon...” He heaved a long-suffering sigh, but made no move to actually throw anything away, of course. A duel to the death with his son over the fate of breakfast food would be silly.
He opened the front of the stove, letting the heat of the coals drift out to warm the kitchen, and leaned against the counter, crossing his arms. He smiled as he watched his wife and son talk, before Jayden asked where everyone else was. “Your love of sleep has finally worked to your advantage, jaybird. You didn't have any trouble sleeping last night, huh?” Even as he spoke though, he winked at Andromeda, who'd been quietly watching from the doorway. Then Philip ran smack into her in his haste to get down to the kitchen. Neville almost shot off a remark about the bacon not going anywhere without Jayden putting up a fight, but Philip was frozen in the doorway and Andromeda was stammering. Philip was most like Neville in temperament, and the expression on his face was quite familiar. Neville was reminded of a time when he ran into Hannah under the mistletoe down in the pub proper, and he'd frozen and she'd stammered and—
Erk.
Realization closed his eyes in dread of the inevitable, but it was no good. He could feel his wife Looking at him. Hospitable? Hannah might be. Charitable to a fault? She might be. The only woman in the world who could handle Neville's kindness, since she herself had even more than he did? She just might be. But Neville was not foolish enough to believe her charity extended all the way to housing a girl her son was romantically interested in literally next door to him. He cracked his eyes open—erk. Yeah. Neville raised his hands in silent surrender, thinking if he had a shirt on he'd be tugging at the collar for air right about now. “My dear. My love. My better half. I swear, I didn't know. We can...we can...put up....enchantments...?”
The one consolation was, he was pretty sure his wife wouldn't kill him in front of their children.
….erk.
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May 31, 2015 12:40:34 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on May 31, 2015 12:40:34 GMT -7
Hannah chuckled as Jay leaned his head on her shoulder, glad that he accepted the juice. "Juice is the best cure for a cold, no magic needed, even for the plague" she explained, turning her head to lightly kiss the top of Jays. As Neville started to threaten the life of the bacon, Hannah turned to him with a wide smile, rolling her eyes a little at the joke. Even if Jay wasn't hungry, there was no way the kid would be able to watch all that bacon go to waste, and there was no way Neville would actually do it. Still, she laughed. "I'm sure they'll be down any moment now," Hannah said, assuring Jay that the others were in fact alive. She noticed Nevilles wink at the entrance and she turned around slightly, seeing Andromeda standing there in the doorway.
Suddenly, Philip ran into Andy and the two were standing in the door frame looking rather lost. Hannah looked above their heads and raised an eyebrow at Phil as Andromeda stumbled through a good morning. She recognized that behavior coming from her son, it was exactly what his father would do, had done. If Phil and Andy were just friends Phil would have probably made a joke about it and walked away, or just said good morning without even acknowledging the plant. But there they were, frozen and stammering under the mistletoe. Her eyes widened for a moment, and she was soon whipping around to look back at her husband, one of those looks that would make him tug at the collar of his shirt if he was wearing one.
As Neville opened his eyes, raising his hands into the air, Hannahs own eyes narrowed at him. "First things first, dear," she started, keeping one arm around Jay as she spoke, "get rid of that mistletoe," she said, holding her head steady as she made her request
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Jun 1, 2015 17:20:26 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2015 17:20:26 GMT -7
hearing his father threaten to throw away the bacon would usually have stirred up something in him. something primal that would have made him make some sort of mood to defend the innocent bacon that his father was threatening. maybe that was a way to tell if he was sick or not. he shook his head a little and watched his father, a confused look flashing across his face for a moment. "you know .. i don't think i have the energy to fight for it .." he said, sounding slightly shocked as he rested his head against his mother's shoulder still. he wasn't ashamed of it. that even at his age feeling his mother kiss his head and knowing that she was there and having the warmth from her arm around him, was comforting. he didn't understand why people pulled away from others as they got older. he'd never turn away from his mother's affection. never. his father's neither when he decided to dish it out, he knew his siblings were different in that way, they weren't as affectionate as jay could be, maybe it was a youngest child thing. yeah that had to be it.
looking up at the door when phil and andy came into the doorway. together. hitting each other. great. jay knew what phil was like when he had to say more than a word to any type of a girl he liked and he was doing it to the letter now. well that was a clever way to make sure their parents found out wasn't it? his brother didn't know how to act cool. jay would have to teach him. coughing he shook his head and pressed the back of his hand to his mouth, before talking around it. the words that came from his mouth aimed at his parents. "you and dad made use of it. which was still gross by the way. why can't phil?" he said to his mother, sitting up from her shoulder to reach for some more juice now that the glass he'd been drinking was empty. rubbing his fingers into his eyes he reached for the jug, poured some of the juice into his glass but before he could put the jug back onto the table it slipped from his fingers and tumbled to the floor, luckily not shattering but spilling juice all over him and his mother. "shoot" he said, covering his mouth to stifle a cough as he made to stand up from the table to get a cloth. that was his first mistake, the white spots covered his vision as soon as he'd made the motion to stand, his cold ridden head deciding that he'd stood up too fast. his second mistake was trying to grab the chair behind himself as he started to feel his legs give way underneath him. "merlin" he mumbled as the spots blinded him and he fell to the floor, taking the chair with him as he fainted.
occ - tis a distraction for the two almost lovebirds to use how they like @hannah, @superluigi64, @philip, @alice, @kay and @lestrange
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2015 10:33:38 GMT -7
Phil realized right away that he had bumped into Andy. For the moment he was only aware that he was glad to see her and apologetic for not getting out of the way prior to bumping into her. He grinned. "Good morning, Andy!" he said, a little more cheerfully than how he usually would sound. "Sorry about that. Are you--what are you looking at?" Phil was about to ask if she was okay, but then he saw her looking upward, looking rather perplexed. Curious, he glanced upward.
THE MISTLETOE! How could he have forgotten about that? And they were standing under it--he and Andy! "O-oh!" he stammered, his face growing red. Standing under the mistletoe meant they were expected to kiss--well, it was a tradition, but one that was well-known and practiced. He looked at Andy, with her doe eyes and flowing brown hair. She was pretty, but she was strictly his friend. After all, she was Jude's girlfriend and it was unthinkable of him to kiss her, especially right in front of his family who understood them to be just pals. He knew his mother wouldn't be so keen about it, either.
"Erm...funny. What a silly coincidence," he said to cover up some of the awkwardness, even if it helped none. He looked at Neville and the fact that his father seemed to be differing to his mother in a way that conveyed that he was nervous made his stomach flip over. He just wished that they could laugh it off and pretend it didn't happen. And then, seeing his mother react in that subtle but sharp ways of hers made him gulp.
"It's nothing! Just a mistake," he said hastily, but then he stared with a pale face and a dropped jaw at Jayden's clumsiness. "Uh, Jay, what..." His eyes widened when Jayden fell and didn't seem to be waking up. "Good Gryffindor!" he exclaimed before dashing to his brother's side. He knelt down beside Jayden and shook him on the shoulder. "What the heck?! Hey, Jay, wake up!"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 2, 2015 12:24:51 GMT -7
Andy was turning bright red as Phil finally realized why she was stammering. And then the entire family seemed to be talking about it. She froze, not turning to face the people in the kitchen, her eyes glued on Phil who seemed to be trying to make light of the situation by calling this a mistake. Her stomach sunk a little at that, and then she mentally cursed herself for letting it do so. As Jayden posed the question as to why Phil couldn't use the mistletoe, she finally turned to face the family, avoiding Hannahs eyes at all costs, and nodded. "Yeah, awkward stumblings," she said, trying to fake a smile. Her eyes were wide, like a deer caught in the headlights and her heart was pounding in her ears.
Suddenly, Jay crashed to the ground and Phil ran to his side. Andy finally breathed out the breath she didn't realize she had been holding, and her body relaxed as she leaned back against the door frame for a moment. She reached up and plucked the mistletoe off the arch, walking towards Hanah and placing it on the table beside her. "Got it," she offered, her eyes still averting Phils mother. She then moved to stand behind Phil, looking over him at the passed out Jay on the floor.
the family, i aint tagging all ya'll
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