𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 / 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ,

Olivia should have know this would happen, but when Evangeline tugged on a strand of her mama’s ponytail and pointed excitedly at the storefront yelling, “Yummydukes! Yummydukes!” She had no choice but to make an unplanned stop. She sighed, but it was a dreamy kind of sound, smile curling on the edges of her lips as her daughter tried to grab just about everything within reach.  “Kids, am I right?” She mused to no one in particular, eyes following the toddler around the shop. It wasn’t that long ago when Livvy was trying to coerce her daughter into taking her first steps. Now she had regrets as she chased her around the candy store. “I think I should just quit my job and work here. I spend galleons on confectioneries anyway and I bet they get a wicked discount.” Not that she needed it, but…

laurent.

“   I for one don’t need any more reasons to stop in.   ”   He’d know that voice anywhere   -   and it never fails to bring a smile to his face.   Laurent turns,   in his own hand a bag of sweets that he’d claim were for Bea’s children,   though truth be told they were just as much for him.   “   And you,   little one,   will rot your teeth.   ”   His tone changes as he lowers himself to Evangeline's level.   A whisper on his lips to match the mischief in her eyes as he taps the small girl gently on the nose,   “   as many sweets as you’d like from uncle Laurie today,   go on now and choose,   petite fluer.   But not too far.   ”   Rising again to turn his attentions towards his friend,   he leans in,   pressing a kiss to her cheek in greeting.   “   The uniforms might suit you.   ”

The night has been quiet.   Gripped with a sort of restlessness,   he’s contemplating putting down the book that he’s been occupying himself with just as the familiar pop of apparation suggests that his sister has returned home.   Laurent hadn’t even realized there was worry sitting in his chest until it unclenched,   relief replacing it.   Though there was always some semblance of worry for Celeste   (   she had a wild heart,   he knew that well   )   now in the midst of a war,   it could be magnified.

Eyes flick to the clock,   realizing for the first time just how late it is,   and then back to her as she enters.   He quirks a brow,   words uttered with a smile.   “   Get lost on the way home?   ”

He was nothing if not a man of many talents.   Or at least,   a man of many passions.   One of them had,   briefly,   been cooking   -   though he proved to have a knack for it in his short tutelage.   He found that cooking was particularly enjoyable when done with people he loved.   And so it was here with his older brother,   amid laughter and music and slightly too much wine,   that Laurent was happiest.   

“   You've improved,   ”   he teases as he once again fills the glasses that have been depleted.   Staring down at his brother’s handiwork,   he allows an easy smile.   “   The girls will be impressed.   As long as we don’t let it burn.   ”

who: @delucour​ when: evening ish?? where: post quidditch game!

Orion adored the Delacours; all for different reasons. He might have been closer to the twins because they were closer in age but he definitely saw something of himself in Laurent; in the way he always seemed to be searching for more. He attended the games when he could both because he loved to see Laurent play and because he had just always loved Quidditch. “Good game,” he grinned when they finally caught up with each other after it was over. “Needless to say after that drinks are on you.”

laurent.

He would never tire of the weightless feeling.   Though the game may not have held his heart in the way it once did,   it was still rewarding to be a part of it.   He and Angel had always been a team   -   it felt right.   Still riding the high,   even after he is changed back into his regular attire,   Laurie is not surprised to happen upon Orion in the dwindling crowd.   This was something of a tradition.   “   If it isn’t my biggest supporter!   ”   His smile happens without conscious thought.   As he claps a hand on Orion’s shoulder in greeting,   Laurie chides,   “   oh no no,   you may have had to see me home the last time but I haven’t forgotten.   Drinks are decidedly on you.   ”

who: @delucour

The shop was bustling today as students from Hogwarts started to return back to their homes for the summer. A part of her always felt just a little jealous at their happy faces, but it was a delight to hear the stories. There were always Ravenclaws, and a few other housemates, who spent many a day in Flourish & Blotts, trying to get their hands on any new literature Thea had bought. These days, she’d been trying to find more Muggle stories, because even though the war brewing outside their doors would say otherwise, Thea thought they were important to read. Now, though, a familiar face stepped through the door, and Thea couldn’t help but grin. “Well look who it is,” she said, leaning against the bookshelf beside Laurent. She was trying to be cool but she was certain it never work out well for her. “Haven’t seen your face around in a while. Can I help ya look for something, Laurie?”

laurent.

He paid frequent visits to Flourish & Blotts.   Whether that was because it happened to employ his favorite shop clerk,   or because he really was a lover of good books remained to be seen.   On this particular day it was a mix of the two,   as he finds himself seeking out the shop without even really meaning to.   “   You look very comfortable.   ”   The smile is present on his features even before he enters,   though it grows as he approaches.   “   My sincerest apologies my love,   ”   arms are wide in greeting,   tone heavy with playful flirtation as he moves to lean in to place a kiss on her cheek.   “   Today...   ”    he muses thoughtfully,   “   I’m searching only for good company.   Though I did recently finish reading your last recommendation.   ”   

–––– open starter ; the leaky cauldron.

“ there’s a scottish superstition –– ” there wasn’t, but he was scottish and it was his own superstition, so the logic wrote itself, “ –– that drinking whisky alone’s bad luck. ” alastor rarely drank anything that didn’t come from his own flask, especially after the last two times he’d been almost-poisoned. he didn’t even trust his own mother’s liquor cabinet anymore, it was far too close to her potions cabinet. but the leaky cauldron was neutral territory and the auror was in need of a few fingers of whisky too many. “ care to join? ”

laurent.

“   There is a French superstition,   ”   he counters,   intrigued to have been addressed by the other.   There’s a certain good humor to Laurent’s tone that translates over his thickly accented English,   “   that if you break eye contact during a toast,   you will suffer for seven years in the bedroom.   ”   He shrugs down at his own half-empty glass,   never one to say no to a drink.   “   But then,   I have never been one for superstition.   Still,   it is better to be safe than sorry,   ”   As if in a gesture of good faith to the superstitious stranger,   he doesn't break eye contact as he raises the glass up in make-shift toast.   “   Pour votre santé.   ”   To your health.

It was a talent, really, how Beatrice could trip over her own feet, while walking in a straight line, on a smooth surface with no obstacles in her way. It was one of her finer skills. She really thought she was going to face plant that time. Time moved in slow motion. This was the end. She was sure of it… but she caught herself at the last possible second, stumbling to a halt. And it was only then that she realized that someone was lucky enough to witness the whole spectacle. Awesome. Turning slowly, she flashed a quick, nervous smile. “Merdi, You didn’t see that, right?”

laurent.

A lover of all things beautiful,   the younger Delacour has always preferred his native tongue to English,   and so he can’t be blamed for slipping into it in greeting.   “   Clumsy little duck.   ”   The words roll off his tongue,   the term of endearment uttered like a secret between siblings as he moves towards her.   Linking arms,   Laurent all but propels her along,   towards...   somewhere that is away from all the looks of concern.   “   Me and several others,   ”   he replies honestly,   flashing a charming smile and a wave of dismissal at a bystander.   “   I blame the floor,   of course.   There was a slant.   ”   It's pure luck that he runs into her so quickly on this particular afternoon,   spared from searching about the Ministry to invite his sister to lunch.

Name / Alias: B

Age: 22

Pronouns: They/them

Timezone: PST

Triggers: listed previously

In Character

I spotted LAURENT HENRI ARMOND DELACOUR in Diagon Alley early today. Have you heard the rumors? Supposedly the QUARTER VEELA is affiliated with NO ONE. Born on SEPTEMBER / 15th / 1956, they are TWENTY SIX and identify as MALE ( he/him ) and BISEXUAL. They are A BEATER FOR THE MONTROSE MAGPIES; it makes sense, given they are CAREFREE & CONSIDERATE but also OUT OF TOUCH & PROTECTIVE. When I think of them, I think of love for many things, but family above all else, forging a path for yourself but not realizing there’d be so many detours along the way, and a heart that is always in the right place.

Faceclaim: Berker Güven

Born into the upper echelon of French society, your family’s wealth ensured that you would want for nothing. Though you were raised properly, taught the ways and norms of your world, you could not be less similar to your peers across the channel. You would know love. In fact, you would be raised on it. The Delacour family has never been wrapped up in someone else’s grand war, and you yourself are not as readily concerned with politics and gaining status. As a result, yours was a happy childhood, if a bit removed from the goings on in the greater world. The third child and second son to Émeraude and Jean-Marcel Delacour, while your future held undeniable promise it was very much still a blank canvas, yours to fill. You were never one of any single calling. But as the second son to the family you weren’t expected to be anything but yourself, either. Always reassured that you could be whatever you chose, you certainly had ample time to make a selection. And before you settled on anything at all, you would be sure to dabble in just about everything.

You loved your older siblings with all of your heart, and much of your young life was spent hoping to make them proud. But imitating Jean-Luc never felt quite right, and trying to follow Bea’s lead was a valiant effort, if ill-begotten in nature. While their summers home were filled with laughter and light, when the school year rolled back around as it invariably would, you found yourself feeling exceedingly lonely. You would be left with no one to keep you company but the countryside - and maman and papa, and the nannies of course - but it was never quite the same. You longed for the connection that you had seen in your older siblings. And when Angelique was born, you knew you’d gotten it. The very first time you held your baby sister in your arms, you promised her that you’d never leave her side. It was a lofty promise for a boy of only four, not yet seeing the prospective future ahead. And it is true that you left her side for a time, when you went off to Beauxbatons without her. But you have spent much of your life making up for it.

Jean-luc and Beatrice might have been the twins of the family, but it was not for lack of trying on Angel’s part. The pair of you did everything together. You spent much of your young life unemployed, save for the fleeting positions that your status and education afforded you. They all caught your attention for a time, fleeting passions, but in most cases you moved on just as quickly as you started. Your relationships were much the same. Earning the reputation as something of a well known bachelor among your social circles, you had no interest in settling down. It was simply understood by your family that you sought experience - and their understanding was all you ever sought, in any case. You were a man of whim and passion, and saw no reason to suffer when there was so much joy in the world. It wasn’t exactly your intention to be drafted to a professional quidditch league when you joined your little sister at try outs. But you had played in school and trained for years, and if that was where life took you, who were you to say no? it felt right. You followed through and the pair of you have been a package deal ever since.