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[06 Jul 2012|01:39am] |
Xavier checked his hair in the window of a shop they were walking by, then looked down at his cousin. He didn't know how he'd turned out the tallest of all three of them so far, but he wasn't going to complain. Brutus would be the worst if he got bigger than him veritcally as well as horizontally. "I can't believe you marred your head with that thing," he said, looking at Brutus's mohawk again. "Aren't you cold? You should get a hat. Or maybe grow your hair back. Mari's supposed to be meeting us for lunch at the pub."
Charlotte didn't really care that she was barging in on Marigold's family thing. It wasn't like any adults were coming to it, and Marigold had invited her without much prompting, so it wasn't that awkward. She'd just needed to get away from Louis before she killed him. "I'm so cold," she said, stuffing her hands in her pockets and shivering in her coat, her hat pulled down as far as it would go without obscuring her vision. "Thanks for inviting me. I really needed out of the house."
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[06 Jul 2012|10:41pm] |
At seventeen, Rider Macnair had had no idea what he wanted to do with his life. He thought maybe he wanted to fuck Pansy Parkinson. He knew he wanted to fuck Pyxis. And, in between thoughts about sex, he'd been steadily flunking out of school. Between then and now, aged thirty-two with one son and three or four step-children, depending on whether or not you counted Teddy, a lot had changed. If he went back and told his seventeen-year-old self that he'd end up playing father for five kids, he'd probably have run screaming.
Rider leaned on the wall of the orphanage, watching Pansy fuss over a little boy who'd fallen playing tag and scraped up his knee. Even if he told his nineteen-year-old self where he'd be now, he wasn't sure he would have stuck around. Xavier had started as a means to an end for him, a way to get Pansy to feel less depressed and hopefully connect with her other kids more. At least it had worked for Cepheus, even if she still ignored Scorpius most of the time. It wasn't Pansy's fault the kid looked so much like his father. Rider didn't blame her. Scorpius didn't have to get himself sorted into Slytherin and then decide to take Ancient Runes and excell in the subject in a way that made his professor write home a letter praising the kid. He was like a little mini-Lucius. Rider would have hated him too, if he were in Pansy's shoes.
He watched the little boy run off after Pansy healed his knee, and then walked over to his girlfriend, sitting beside her and kissing her for a long moment. "You can't take him home with you. He's fine here," Rider murmured against her lips. "You have the biggest heart. It's very sexy."
"You can't shag me in an orphanage," Pansy said, sounding delightfully scandalized and intrigued. "There are children here, Macnair."
"There are children at home. Never stopped me there." Rider touched Pansy's thigh, then drew back from her. "I'm going to head back now. When you're ready to be fucked, you should follow me." He kissed Pansy's forehead and stood up. "I love you."
Pansy gave him a surprised, happy smile, and Rider apparated away. It wasn't a career that had ever occured to him as a teenager, but being a kept man and a stay at home dad was very rewarding, in its own way. He was happy.
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