you blew it

Dominique sighed a little, lifting half a smile at her husband. She was glad to see him, of course she was, but she hated how much work was keeping them apart since they’d left school. “Come and sit?” She patted the sofa next to her.

Coming over to the couch, he sat close to Dom, his arm moving to fall over the back of the couch as he brought his other to pull her closer to him. “How’s my girl?” he asked, pushing some of her hair out of her face as he smiled at her gently. It was a smile he saved just for her. 

Dominique sighed a little, lifting half a smile at her husband. She was glad to see him, of course she was, but she hated how much work was keeping them apart since they’d left school. “Come and sit?” She patted the sofa next to her.

Coming over to the couch, he sat close to Dom, his arm moving to fall over the back of the couch as he brought his other to pull her closer to him. “How’s my girl?” he asked, pushing some of her hair out of her face as he smiled at her gently. It was a smile he saved just for her. 

“Oh so you expect you always have a seat at my table?” he huffed. “Because that’s right, but not a fan of you assuming,” Evan teased. “Not much, but I’ve learned to enjoy the calm. No news is better than bad news, right? And yourself?”

“I know the saying,” Lysander said, rolling his eyes. “You know, when you assume you make an ass of you and me.” He smirked a little, leaning back in his chair, getting comfortable. “Mostly the same. I’m almost a little bored, if we’re being honest with on another.” 

“You are more than welcome to take a seat,” Evan invited, gesturing to the space across from him. “I’m not expecting anyone.”

“Didn’t really think I needed an invitation,” Lysander teased, moving to seat in the chair in front of Evan. Once comfortable, he raised his hand to signal a waitress, who walked over and took his order for a pint. Looking back at his friend, he raised an eyebrow. “What’s up, mate?” 

“Merlin, if you continue, I’m going to need more than just one cup of coffee in my system,” Evelyn said.

“Don’t expect me to pay for any of it,” Lysander said, shaking his head as he brought his own mug up to his mouth and taking a swig. “It’s your problem, not mine.”

“I thought I was your French girl.” She teased back, smiling as he kissed her, happiness spreading through her. “I’m just sketching the coffee shop, I think my perspectives are always a little bit funny so I’m trying to fix it by drawing loads of rooms.” Dominique rested her head on his shoulder as she contined to shade absentmindedly.

“You are,” he laughed, looking at her drawings as she explained to him what she was doing. He nodded his head, turning it to look down at her with a soft smile - one that he reserved namely for her. No one would ever call Lysander Scamander soft. That was, unless you were referring to him with his wife. “Well, do you think it’s helping?” he asked, his hand moving to rest on her thigh, playing with the material of her clothing. 

She grinned a little and lifted a hand to stroke his arm gently. “I draw you all the time at home, I can’t only draw you.” Dom tipped her head back and kissed his chin.

“I just want you to draw me like one of your French girls,” he teased, misquoting on purpose as he placed his finger under her chin and tilted her head up. Placing a quick kiss to her lips, he pulled away and grabbed a chair, dragging it right next to her and sitting down. “What are we drawing?” he asked, genuinely curious. 

Dominique kept her legs tucked under herself as she sketched, a cup of coffee sitting in front of her which she absentmindedly drank from every few moments. The cafe was crowded, but the buzz of other people was helping her focus on the drawing. She only looked up when a shadow fell across her table, and she smiled a little. “That seat’s free if you want it.”

“What are you drawing?” Lysander asked, leaning over Dom’s shoulder and looking at her work, his hands pressing to the table beside her and caging her in. “Please tell me it’s me.” 

Evan shot the other an ‘oh stop it you’ kind of look before chuckling softly. “Well then all the more reason for you to be in a celebratory mood. Shouldn’t you be spending today with Dom instead of having coffee with me?”

“Our anniversary isn’t for a few days.. I have all the time in the world to spend with you,” he said, making a face. pretending it wasn’t what he wanted to be doing. He enjoyed his time with his best friend, no matter how many times he pretended he didn’t. “I have no idea what to get her for this bloody celebration. I don’t have a clue.”

Ariella smirked at the other, her arm not lowering as she spoke, “I knew fine well who you were, please- you really think I can’t tell you and Lorcan apart at this point.” She scoffed, “No mercy you say? I’m not sure I believe you.” She added, letting the second one launch in his direction with a satisfied smirk on her face.

“Don’t know. Seems like most people can’t. How do you do it?” he asked, trying to stall her from throwing the snowball in his direction. His attempt was moot, and he moved out of the way just in time, the snowball flying just past his head. “You asked for it,” he warned. Reaching down, he scooped up a handful of snow, quickly patting it into a ball,and throwing it all in a single sweep. 

Lysander felt the snowball hit him in the back before he was even aware what was happening. Twisting around, he found Ariella posed to throw another at him, and he raised his hand, an eyebrow quirked up in question. “I assume you thought I was my brother. Let me tell you before you throw that again that I’m not, and if you decide to continue with your attack, I’ll show no mercy.”