( 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. ]

[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]

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.

[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]

We're going to have to be careful, I'm sure, but you're the expert here.
You've done this before. Help us do what needs to be done.

[alwaysreturns]

Me?

[That takes him by surprise, really throws him. He's never had any idea what he was doing - the last time he was properly sure of something was when they were in Dumbledore's Army, teaching each other to face down all the threats that wound up coming, and even then they weren't ready. Not really. If anyone's an expert, it's Harry - but even that thought gets derailed. The three of them had spent weeks just stumbling in the dark (and Ron had harbored all kinds of ugly thoughts about that which he'd rather not revisit).]

Mate I dunno what stories you heard, but we never had much of a game plan besides 'defeat you-know-who.'

[lissomely]

You still know more about this sort of thing than those of us from the next generation do. I don't pretend to have any idea what I'm doing--I'm a dancer, for Merlin's sake--but I'm not satisfied living under Voldemort, either.

I'm part creature. I am definitely on the list of things that he doesn't like.

[alwaysreturns]

[Merlin, he's right isn't he? That's a terrifying thought.

Also terrifying that he's got a part-Veela nephew and - well, he's right about that, too. Bloody hell.]

Well we need a place to meet, somewhere safe that the ones with the trace can get to. I think we need to get brooms.

[But he is very poor, like, maybe had a couple of sickles in his pockets and that's....pretty much it....brb winning over James Potter]

[lissomely]

I'm meeting with Dad soon, then Albus and Scorpius. I don't know if you've met them, but Albus is Harry's second son, and Scorpius is Draco's son. I think we can talk about finding a place.

The brooms thing might be a little harder. I know I can get funds given a little time, but it's not going to help right now.

[ time to find a muggle club to dance at. ]

[alwaysreturns]

I met them. They got the trace.

[It's hard to tell by his writing if he's miserable about that or angry, and it's probably both but there's a whole lot of feeling like a failure, certainly.]

How?

[He is going to regret asking, probably.]

[lissomely]

Scorpius said as much. We're going to meet at a muggle place in London.

[ .. ah. ]

I did say that I'm a dancer.

[alwaysreturns]

Didn't know it paid that much.

[He is still thinking like, wizard ballet. Ron




the point.]

[lissomely]

[ he should just leave it at that, really, but ]

It does if you're taking your clothes off.

[alwaysreturns]

[There's a long pause in which he starts writing a handful of things that never make it past the first letter.]

Merlin, I didn't need to know that.

[lissomely]

Next time it's probably better not to ask me, and just accept that I'll sort it out.

[alwaysreturns]

Right, I'll remember that

[hang on a tic]

Do your parents know?? [Does he have to decide if he's the cool uncle right now?[

[lissomely]

I'm nineteen, and I live, work, and go to school in France, so no. I doubt that Maman would be especially surprised, though.

[alwaysreturns]

Merlin, you're older than I am!

[Why is it always like this? Well not THIS specifically, but baffling and unsettling. It's always baffling and unsettling.

...]

Should I not tell Bill, or...?

[lissomely]

Yes. At least I'm not Rose or Hugo, though.

I'd rather you not. He has enough to deal with right now. I'll bring it up if it's pertinent.

[alwaysreturns]

Fine with me, mate, I don't really want to be the one telling him.

Who's Rose and Hugo?

[lissomely]

Your children. They're a bit younger than I am.

[alwaysreturns]

My ch

[That's as far as he gets before his brain entirely catches up. His what now.

HIS WHAT NOW]

[lissomely]

Yes. You're a good dad, as it turns out.

[alwaysreturns]

I am way too young to have children!

[Okay they're probably not supposed to be born for a while, but]

Why the bloody hell do I name my son HUGO??

[lissomely]

Well, you're not having them yet. Rosie went to school with Albus and I.

It might've been Aunt Hermione. What's wrong with Hugo?