( un: odile )

[lissomely]

Are there places to dance in this year and timeline? I'm not precisely trained to do much else.

Well, there's sex, but selling that seems generally frowned upon.


If you know the name Fleur, we should talk.

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[lissomely]

Close, then, at least.
Are you okay here?

[ merlin, he's older than his uncle. ]

[lissomely]

No, Louis. There's three of us. Victoire is the eldest, then Dominique, then me.

[lissomely]

We should, yes. There's a great deal that is very wrong with this place.

I just spoke to Uncle Ron, he's from during the war. Dad is here, too.

[secondpotter]

Not certain I should say. It's difficult to know who to trust, even if you are family.

If we're going on hints - I'm not a red head.

[cottaged]

[ He has a son. He has two daughters, and a son!

(The daughters came first, his mum will have a field day.)

He's grinning so hard he feels as though his face may break from it. ]

I'm sorry. I'm a bit behind you. None of you are born yet. Victoire is due next month, but

Can we meet?

[alwaysreturns]

Getting by.

First thing's first, Ministry's run by all sorts of Death Eaters and if you go to register, they'll put the Trace on you.

[So, you know....maybe don't do it...]

[lissomely]

Oh please, if you can't trust the Weasley clan, who can you trust?

That doesn't narrow it down as much as it once did. Are you Albus? [ scorpius mentioned. ]

[lissomely]

Yes, of course we can. There's a lot that we should talk about, and I don't want to be far from family in this place, I think.

[secondpotter]

True, but you never know. I've gotten myself into fair enough trouble with these quills already.

Yes. Which is why we need to talk, Louis. Where are you staying? Scorpius and I can meet up with you.

[cottaged]

Good.

[ A thought occurs to him. ]

Don't register. You can't register.
Please tell me you haven't registered.

[lissomely]

I saw. I've been lurking about for a little while, getting an idea of what's going on here.

[ and sleeping around, of course. it's amazing what people will tell him in bed. ]

I can't imagine that we're all just going to accept this.

[lissomely]

No, of course not. I'm not that trusting, especially with Tom Riddle and the Death Eaters in power here.
I suppose you could say that I've been collecting information.

[lissomely]

Your Potter is showing, I suppose.

I'm not staying anywhere. I've been sleeping between one night stands.

[secondpotter]

My Potter is always showing. I can't escape it.

That's... fun, I suppose. How many have you had here? ...wait, not sure I really want to know.

[cottaged]

Where are you staying? I'll come to you right now.

[lissomely]

It's a blessing and a curse.

You don't want to know. Anyway, it doesn't matter; the point is that I've been hearing things, and that I don't have a permanent space. So where do you want to meet?

[lissomely]

It's better for me to come to you. I've been [ hm. ] between places.

[cottaged]

[ He had mentioned sex in his original message, hadn't he. Christ, how old is he!? ]

Leaky. Room 6.

[engorgimpressed]

We've run into your uncle, not your dad though.

Albus and I both have the Trace, rather unfortunately, but it was unavoidable so we'll have to work with it for now. Let's meet somewhere in muggle London, but not far from Diagon.

[secondpotter]

I'll take your word for it.

Scorpius and I have been staying at Malfoy Manor. Trouble is - Lucius Malfoy is there on occasion. He's nothing like Scorpius... but then again, you could pass for a distant relative of the Malfoys. Maybe we just say your Scorpius' brother and leave it at that for the time being.

Let's meet somewhere in private. Are you speaking to Scorpius? He'll probably have a better idea where to meet.

[lissomely]

I know a place, I think. It's a bar, it'll be quiet during the day.

[alwaysreturns]

[Things he doesn't want to know about his nephew: that]

Bloody well right we aren't!

Only there's no Order, here. And it doesn't seem safe to all meet up to reconvene it.]

[lissomely]

[ Old Enough, but probably not old enough for your comfort, bill. ]

I'll be there shortly.

[engorgimpressed]

What's the name? We'll meet you there.

[cottaged]

[ Will he ever be old enough that Bill's comfortable thinking about him sleeping around? Likely not. ]

I'll be waiting.

[ Pacing. Checking his hair in the mirror. Pacing some more. ]