greta catchlove

persephone laughed and sipped her tea. she’d put honey in it, she had a bit of a sweet tooth. “who says she can’t touch me? i’m sure the mansion has a lot of spare rooms.” she said with a wiggle for her eyebrows. 

she sat up straighter at the mention of dresses. “well, then, i’m taking you into the city to go shopping.” she said with a grin. “oh, you’re going to look smoking after i’m done with you.”

“well, alright, blondie but just so you know me and the floo network will never go together peacefully.” she insisted.

she listened to greta and got a bit of a conflicted look. milking, touching goat boobs… that sounded so disgusting. “uhm, milking? i don’t know if i can do that, that seems very gross to me.” she explained, wincing. she had just said she’d do anything but she would love to feed them and would even clean up after them, but milking just seemed so… intimate… with a goat.

“it’s nice that you appreciate the non-magic way of doing things, though, that makes me feel less weird when i do things without magic that wizards just use their wands for.”

“They’ve invited the entire magical community. I don’t see how that could possibly be a trap. I’ll give you that it is odd, but it sounds like a good distraction. I think we could all use that now.” Daisy had a tendency to look on the bright side, wanting to believe the best in everyone. It was becoming increasingly difficult in current times, but she was determined to not give up her optimism. “You should go. No point in missing out on what could be a lovely evening. Good food is worth at least making an appearance.”

persephone was sitting on the sofa and shrugged.·“i highly doubt it’s a trap. if there is one thing that the malfoy’s hate, then it’s a scandal. nothing will happen, except music, dancing and food. don’t worry.” she told greta as she looked at the boxes, which she’d have to unpack in a bit, but she was ignoring them for a while. she held onto the hot cup filled with tea.·“look, i am going to have to watch the woman i slept with, prance around with her husband as if she’s a perfect heterosexual. feel sympathy for me.” she insisted with a grin. she couldn’t care less, really. she had a nice time with narcissa in a dressing room. she wasn’t in love.

“Well, they should be lucky that they have been bringing in most of profit tonight or they’d would have been kicked out.” She wrinkled her nose before rolling her eyes. “Well, you know how people get about the quidditch. I never understood the appeal.”

persephone laughed and shook her head. “I cannot use the floo network. i can’t show up to a gig looking dusty.” she explained. “but i could use portkeys i guess. i just wouldn’t have minded a nice witch escorting me but i can’t always be lucky.” she explained, and grinned, actually just meaning that she was nice. greta was a good friend and she couldn’t wait to live with her and have fun.

she chuckled and nodded. “i can live with that, to live off your cooking. just… whatever you need, let me know and i will do it.” she told her. “i really want to help you and help around here. oh, and i might not always come home. the work i do for the order sometimes includes… sleeping over at places so, don’t worry unless i don’t come home for more than one night. then do inform the order.” she explained. 

“but moving in can’t be hard. i can start packing and you can like… help me move the stuff to here in the house with apparition, right? and no i’m not going to put my stuff through the floo network. no way in hell, blondie.” she jokingly said.

she held up her hands “i can do more than just feed and sing to the goats but you have magic so I’m assuming you can clean a lot faster than i can.” she said. “and you can cook better than i can because i live on eating out.” she laughed at her own words. “wow, that sounded a lot more suggestive than i thought.” she told her. “get ready for puns and innuendo, my friend.” she warned her.  She was also glad that if she wouldn’t have to pay rent, then she could keep her apartment for her… business meetings.

“but just so you know, i have pretty much always have long gigs on friday and saturday evening and well, i do some lounge singing most other weekdays, but that doesn’t run as late. will it be okay for you to take me then?” she wondered, “the train from here will take quite a while and i don’t know until what time they run.” she explained.

"The farm requires a lot of upkeep, so I will be pretty busy, but we can figure it out, I'm sure. I could make portkeys, for instance. It's not the most pleasant form of travel, but it could do in a pinch if I'm not around. And of course, there's the floo network." Greta smiled to herself as she imagined having Persephone living with her, and she began to grow really excited.

"You realize I'm never going to let you eat take out again, right? I'm going to feed you real, home cooked food from now on. And I'll take you shopping in the village, and we could stargaze..." she laughed, "I'm getting ahead of myself. We need to actually get you moved in first."

persephone didn’t think that a sad answer was coming but greta’s voice just broke her heart. honestly, as many people as there were in the city she felt lonely too, quite a lot. she had a girl in her bed, once in a while and sung in front of her fans but she missed coming home to someone to just tell her day to, to eat with, to listen to, to laugh with… and a great idea popped into her head.

“well, i am not only nice to talk to.” she said with a big grin. “what if i move in? if you just apparate me to my gigs, it doesn’t have to affect my career and i don’t have magic but i could help feed the goats and give them cute baths or something and well… i can sing to them? i don’t know, but i could totally live here and help and both of us wouldn’t be so lonely.” she reasoned with a big grin. “i’ll pay rent.” she said, to try and seal the deal.

Greta couldn't help herself. When Persephone suggested that she move in, she began to giggle. The woman was so excited, so animated, and it brought a smile to her face. "You don't have to bathe goats. You can in the summer, but they don't particularly like it. I bet they'd enjoy your singing, though. I know I do." The witch reached across the table and placed her hand over Persy's. "And I would love it if you moved in. I think it could be great, for both of us. Oh-- and no rent required. I wouldn’t feel right charging you, especially if you’ll be giving me a hand around the farm." Greta grinned. 

“yeah, well, you can turn people into cheese when they threaten you, i can’t.” she joked, though she was quite serious. she also rolled her eyes and sighed. “you really don’t have to be jealous. it all sounds thrilling but it’s terrifying, often tedious and not very glamorous. sucking up to death eaters is quite a humbling thing to do.” she admitted to greta.

persephone looked at the fudge and took some “one piece. i still need to fit in my dresses when i leave here.” she told greta with a smile. “how is everything here at the farm? don’t you get lonely?”

"Honestly... all the time." Never one to be able to sit still, especially when she was emotional, Greta reached down into her lap and began fiddling with the hem of her skirt. She frowned, keeping her head down as she spoke. "I thought I would be married by now, you know? That's the plan I made when I moved out here. I was going to have a nice boy or girl to settle down with, we'd have kids, and I'd have someone besides the goats to keep me company. It worries me that none of that has happened yet." Greta sighed, and she looked up to meet Persephone's gaze. "Maybe that's why I keep insisting that you come and visit me. You're so nice to talk to, you know that?"

“i agree…” she said and sighed. she liked coming out to greta’s place. it was so calm and cosy. greta was a great person to talk to she thought and that is why sometimes, when she just needed a chat and a glass of goat’s milk, she came here.

“i’m just happy to be out of busy london for a bit.” she said. “i feel safer here and i need that some times, as much as i love the excitement of the city.” she admitted.

“a wizarding war isn’t the safest place for squibby old me.”

"It isn't safe for anyone these days, no matter where you are or who you are." she bit her lip, "I feel guilty sometimes, did you know? You and all of our friends are out there on front lines, and I'm here milking goats." There was a reason for it beyond Greta's dislike of the city, and that's that she was never very good at defensive magic. Charms, potions, and herbology were her forte and those didn't require quick actions or precise incantations. She would be useless in a fight. She sighed, "speaking of which-- eat some fudge." The witch pushed a plate across the table toward Persephone. "I just cooked it up this morning." Feeding people always made her feel better.

he listened to the witch as she spoke and honestly, he didn’t know that much about cheese. he just knew what cheese tasted well and didn’t, when it was served to him, told his staff and those he didn’t like would never reappear. “my favourite cheeses are kadchgall and kalari cheese. the first one is often made of camel milk, which is delicious and the second one is made from buffalo milk. they’re pakisani and indian, and i do miss eating those. i generally like salty cheeses most, i’d say but i hadn’t tried many english ones yet.” he said.

"Camels? And buffalo? Really?" Greta leaned in as the wizard spoke, thoroughly interested in his words. "I've obviously heard of cheeses being made from the milk of animals besides goats and cows but I haven't tried it myself yet. Mostly because I don't have the room to keep any more livestock. You know," she thought aloud, "I would love to learn more about Indian and Pakastani cheeses. I wonder if they'd hold charms better or worse than English ones, and if climate and environment make any difference." Eventually the witch realized that she wasn’t just in her head and she gave Amjad an apologetic glance. “I’m so sorry. I must be boring you.”

edgar chuckled at gretas response, the sound precious and rare in the room. it felt nice, to simply remember the old times at hogwarts, where his greatest problems were how to get the perfect grades from ancient runes and how not to make his crush on his future wife too obvious. hogwarts equals simple. though with his oldest daughter just two years away from enrolling into the school, it started bringing wrinkles to his face too. he couldn’t imagine not having her at home to protect her, if the war still doesn’t end by that time. “ ah, i wasn’t the weird one that didn’t mind. the whole class i just read the textbook, and that seemed interesting enough. “ he wanted to continue with the topic, with something else than the war. “ what was your favorite subject ?? “ the grin on the lips faded as the witch continued. “ merlin, that doesn’t sound like the dream. i couldn’t even give my son my name, let alone some stranger. beside, i’m sure those who die while fighting get named after the most. “ a shake of the head. “ i hope we don’t get many more of these names. “

"You're right, I hadn't thought about it that way. And in that case I sincerely hope there won't be any little Edgars running around Hogwarts in the coming years." Greta frowned and wrapped her hands around her mug of butterbeer, then took a long drink and let the warmth fill her body. Despite its sweetness there was a bad taste lingering in her mouth from all the talk of war, and she was happy to move on to another conversation. "I liked herbology a lot, and care of magical creatures. Those came naturally to me from growing up on a farm, and I think they're the only subjects I actually did well in. You'd think I'd have top marks being a Ravenclaw and all, but no." She laughed, "I was too busy experimenting and causing accidents. Most of my professors hated me. How about you?"

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