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@lydiatravers
FULL NAME: Lydia Abigail Travers AGE: 23 GENDER & PRONOUNS: cis woman, she/her OCCUPATION: waitress & bartender at the white wyvern BLOOD STATUS: pureblood ALIGNMENT: lawful neutral, neutral SEXUALITY: heterosexual AMORTENTIA: freshly pressed vinyl, lilacs, sea salt, caellum's men's cologne BOGGART: snakes PATRONUS: Tonkinese cat
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"And right she is. That is a little bit too out there. I am hardly a rebel." Yet the statement itself was made with a smile, very much hinting at the joke within her own words. While the blonde was glad she had not ended up in that house herself, there were qualities one could appreciate. Appreciate, so long as one knew to work with values rather than a downward spiral.
She reached for the tea, for once not using the magic to carry out the task of pouring of them a cup. "I hope you have nothing against herbal tea. I do not mind a fruity one, but it didn't seem the day for it." She clasped her hands together once the tea was safely settled in two cups, steam rising. "Now, what has been going on with you?" Curiosity. That was about it. - @lydiatravers
"We can't all be rebels or nothing would ever get done." Lydia joked, well aware of flighty she and many of her classmates could be at times. Besides it was true. Leta had a much surer head on her shoulders.
"I never mind an herbal tea. They're my mother's favorites, she likes rose in particular." Herbal teas always made her feel more at home, safer. At Leta's question her face faltered just slightly. "Umm, not a terrible amount. Lots of working, and I spent some time with your brother, and with Emmeline. How have you been? Is the shop keeping busy?"
"Yeah? You a bartender too? Wouldn't mind being on your side of the counter sometimes, too," he said, nodding at her. Max thought that he could throw some common questions at her to get her settled into the conversation before he probed her mind even more. She was drinking which made it easier, made the thoughts more loose. Max rolled the name she kept thinking of over and over. Marcus. Where did he know that name? Did he know it? He leaned against the counter and poured himself a shot too. He doubted anyone would report on him since the other patrons seemed too engrossed in their own conversations. "Unpleasant? What do you mean? You can't get out of it?"
"I work over at The White Wyvern, stop by some time." She said with something closer to a small. It was easier to think of work than her own problems. Then she could just make drinks and look pretty and -- well, now try and gather secrets for a man that terrified her. Maybe she'd have to be like this guy and start taking shots at work too. Maybe that would make it easier. Lydia shook her head, morose. "No, I can't even though I really want to. He's too scary, he'll do horrible things."
Madhuri raised an eyebrow, one hand still resting lightly on the spine of the book she’d been thumbing through. Her other hand, the one that had automatically begun tracing small, slow circles along Lydia’s arm, stilled.
“You’re a terrible liar,” Madhuri said softly, tilting her head just enough so their eyes met properly. “Like, historically bad.”
Her smile was fond, but there was something firmer beneath it — concern, quiet and grounding. The kind Madhuri didn’t throw around lightly.
Still, she didn’t press, not yet. She looked down briefly at Lydia curled in her lap, warm and real despite the shadows in her voice. Then she leaned in just a little, conspiratorial, like they were twelve again and hiding from the head librarian behind the tall stacks.
“Okay,” she said finally, nodding like she was buying the lie even though they both knew she wasn’t. “But just so you know, if your ‘stories’ are actually terrifying magical disasters in disguise, I reserve the right to make you hot cocoa and force you into a blanket burrito.”
Her fingers resumed their slow movements on Lydia’s arm, soothing and steady. Then, more quietly: “And you don’t have to protect me, you know. Especially not from Antonin.”
Maddy's presence and the soft, slow movements of fingers on her skin did help Lydia feel more fully a part of her body. It made her feel far more like herself and less like a panicked wisp of a human. She leaned forward to rest her forehead on Maddy's shoulder.
"Marcus can't ever tell." She mumbled, even though Marcus never really stood a chance. Lydia had spent all most her whole relationship with the man making sure he couldn't tell when she lied. Meanwhile Maddy knew her better than almost anyone else. It wasn't really fair to hold them up to the same standards.
Then Lydia's whole body tensed and froze. She hadn't mentioned Antonin yet. She'd been sure to not mention Antonin yet. How did Maddy know? Was Maddy one of his little spies, too? She hardly wanted Maddy caught in the same web she was. Had Antonin told Maddy? Why would he? What was happening here?
"How did you--?" She raised her head so she could look Maddy in the eyes. "He's so scary, Maddy. He didn't even do anything to me and I'm so-- I'm so frightened."
"I couldn't agree more. I find it gets too boring far too easily if you do things entirely by the rules." Leta chuckled. "And besides, we're not breaking any rules." Even if that had been the case, the witch would have rather sat and spent time with Lydia in a comfortable setting - no matter which - than follow along.
Without wasting any further time Leta moved to sit, pointing at the tea. "Shall I pour us a cup? I believe there should be cake as well, I just haven't asked for it quite yet." What would be the point in cake drying out in a greenhouse. - @lydiatravers
"Exactly!" Lydia said, glad to find that Leta agreed. Pureblood girls had to do their rebelling a bit more carefully sometimes and she loved learning what everyone chose. "Some rules are meant to be broken anyhow, but Mum says that's the Gryffindor in me."
"Oh, yes please. I've not had any since this morning, haven't had the time. The cake can wait, tea is always the most important."
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"Hmm," she glanced at her from the side, "and who told you about that little detail?" There was amusement within her voice. While not known to everyone, the reality of her intense stubbornness on some ends was no secret to some. Plenty of people, potentially. Either way, Emmeline knew it to be true.
The witch pulled her forward. "Let's get you some snacks then. I'll avoid the kettle corn for now, but we can grab you some." - @lydiatravers
"Waitresses and bartenders always blend in with the background. Even if they're pretty and blonde." Lydia said with a shrug. Plus she knew the way stubbornness sat on a face. Val was her sister after all. No one out-stubborned Valeria. "Plus, you kinda have this vibe? No offense! It's a good vibe, Val has it too."
"Do you not like kettle corn? We can find you a different snack. I bet they have muffins or pastries around here too."
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Pandora rarely spent time at the White Wyvern. She was far more at ease finishing her work and heading home to tinker with whatever peculiar trinket awaited her there. Still, curiosity, or perhaps the need for a change of scenery, had drawn her through the pub’s doors. She paused just inside, scanning the room for anyone she might recognize before making her way to the bar to order a drink.
With her glass in hand, Pandora quickly realised every table was full. Her gaze drifted to a lone figure seated nearby, and after a moment’s hesitation, she approached with a small, polite smile. “Would you mind if I joined you?” she asked, her tone warm but cautious, as though testing the mood before sitting down.
It was a table nominally used for staff, but Lydia barely cared if she had company. Her other coworkers were well used to her tendency to gather people to her by now and she doubted they'd bat an eye. Even her managers just sighed and moved on with their work.
"Please, I always love company." She said as she gestured for Pandora to sit. Her friend was always welcome and that would never change. "You don't usually come visit me here, Panda. What's up? Do you want some free fries?"
As Max neared, he could hear her thoughts with more clarity. Max had been working on reading minds from a few steps away, but across the counter always came easy. He didn't know who she was thinking about, noting down Rabastan as the name had a ring of familiarity. His eyes sharply looked up when he heard his cousin's name. There was a quick wave of protectiveness take over, urging him to find out more, especially when there were tones of someone getting hurt. "Good place for those kinds of days," he said as he reached for the bottle to refill her glass. "So, what's going on?"
Lydia held her newly filled glass to her chest as if it would shield her from the mistakes she'd made. Marcus wouldn't think it was a mistake. Marcus would be so proud of her if he found out. She wasn't sure how that made her feel.
"This is so much easier when I'm on that side of the counter." Lydia lamented. Talking to people about difficult things hadn't ever been a problem. Now she wasn't sure how to talk about the problem without dragging more people into it, or putting them in danger. She was the only one who deserved to be danger for all of this. "I think I trapped myself in something unpleasant."
The blonde always made sure guests were comfortable when over. "You'd be surprised. Some people find greenhouses to be as delicate and pleasurable to be in as sitting room or tea room or whatever else one could think of. Plenty of others, though, feel it more appropriate to use rooms intended for the purpose of tea and meet ups." It was simple as that.
"I tend to most of them on my own. It appears to be something inherited from my mother, or so I think. I believe it was hers." A small pause as she thought about it, pointing toward the little table. "However, I do have house elves that tend to the plants whenever I cannot." A chuckle. "All of that comes with time. I am happy to teach." - @lydiatravers
"I supposed that is true, but it's always so much more fun to change things up every now and then." That could basically be the tagline for her whole life at this point. Lydia could barely remember a time when routine hadn't bored her out of her mind.
She knew better than to say she had received some lessons from Molly Weasley. This was not the sort of house that would take the information well. Besides, what harm could more information do? "I'd certainly never turn down help, if you're offering. Merlin knows my poor flower beds could use it."
When Lydia suddenly plopped onto her lap and threw her arms around her, Madhuri let out a startled squeak, the book sliding halfway off the table as her arms instinctively shot out to catch both it and Lydia.
“Lydia!” she laughed, both shocked and amused, her heart doing an adrenaline-fueled tap dance in her chest. “Warn a girl before you launch a full-on cuddle attack!” Still, her arms wrapped around Lydia automatically, grounding her like they always did.
And then she caught the expression on Lydia’s face — the kind of brave smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes.
Madhri’s teasing softened. “Yeah, he’s still at the flat, but he’s obsessed with trying to enchant the toaster so it sings opera.” She rested her chin lightly on Lydia’s shoulder. “Sleepover’s a must. But first —“
She gently poked Lydia’s cheek. “What’s going on? You’re doing that thing where you smile like everything’s fine, but you’re squeezing me like I’m your emotional life raft.”
"Opera? Your cousin is so weird." She said, wrinkling her nose. All cousins were probably a little weird but Maddy's was the weirdest. Even if he was kind.
Lydia's smile faltered briefly. Oh she should've known better than to think she could hold up against someone who actually knew her. Maddy had always been able to tell when Lydia was faking something. But what if Antonin could hear them in here? She'd hate to get Maddy hurt. "I'm okay, you don't need to worry about me." She lied. "There are just some stories that you're definitely gonna love hearing at our sleepover, and I'm excited in advance. That's all."
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There was a truth to Lydia's words that the brunette simply couldn't deny. And even if, what was the point. Spending time with the people she actually considered her friends or family was worth a little bit of time with her foot outside her current comfort bubble. If the whole thing came with drinks, laughter and snacks it made it all the more worth it.
"Well, in that case drinks and snacks are on me because you paid last time if I recall correctly. I will not accept a no on this one." Emmeline smiled at the other. "Where'd you want to go first?" Lydia could lead the way if she chose to. The witch did not mind following. - @lydiatravers
"I'm only accepting because I know you're even more stubborn than I am." She joked before offering Emmeline her arm. Spending the fayre with a friend would do a world of good. "There's this cider stand I wanted to check out, and I think they may also sell kettle corn. Does that sound alright? Everything feels better with apple cider, I think."
Narcissa let out a soft laugh at Lydia’s words, though her expression carried a fond sort of certainty. “If he is, I shall count myself very fortunate.” She lowered her gaze briefly to Draco, who stirred faintly but settled again. “He sleeps… as well as any infant can be expected to,” she admitted, tone wry but forever touched with maternal pride.
"Just quite well?" She asked as she observed her friend. At Lydia’s mention of Marcus, her brow arched delicately. “Responsibility is not a thing to be hurried into, it loses its meaning when forced. Marriage isn't for everyone.” She shook her head, a small smile curved her lips. “Besides, I cannot imagine you tamed so easily. You’ve always had your own mind and I'd hate to see that changed unless you wanted it.”
Lydia couldn't bring herself to stop looking at him. He was a wonderful little thing, and it almost made Lydia want a child of her own. Not quite enough to find someone who might want one too, but enough to make her wonder about it. "I bet he is, I've got a good feeling about it." She said with confidence.
"You know how I normally hate routine." She told Narcissa, not quite looking her friend in the eye. Narcissa was so smart, what if she figured out Lydia wasn't telling all of the truth? "Sometimes, I think it could be really nice to be married. You and Alecto are both so happy, but I dunno. Maybe I'll find someone eventually."
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Max was about to close down for the night, his eyes lingering on the few people who couldn't take a hint. They were still there in their own conversations, talking in circles even after Max returned from his smoke break outside. There were some couples, but there was one witch sitting alone. Within seconds of pushing through her mind, Max stilled at the dark energy surrounding the tangle of thoughts. It took him a moment to wrap his own mind around it enough to slow it down, but instead, he convinced himself he needed to know more. Max stepped over to the side of the bar that she was sitting at and gave her a nod. "Need another before we close? You look like you're having a heavy night."
Lydia had practically been cuddling her glass, turning the predicament she'd found herself in over and over in her mind. No matter what angle she came at it, she couldn't find a good way out without hurting someone. If she asked Rabastan for help, would that make her a coward? Rab didn't like cowards and she didn't want to lose his friendship. If she asked Marlene, she'd surely be furious. Maybe Dorcas? Or Maddy?
"What?" Lydia snapped out of her reverie with flushed cheeks, feeling rather guilty as her auditory processing caught up. "I-- yes, thank you. It's been umm, a long day."
Evan shifted slightly in the saddle, feeling Nell move smoothly beneath him. He’d expected the horse to be difficult, unpredictable—but instead, she responded almost too easily to his touch. He let a small, controlled smirk play at his lips. He fell into step behind her as she led the way toward the grove, keeping his movements deliberate, hands steady, heels pressing lightly against Nell’s sides.
“Fun,” he said finally, his voice flat, dry, as if the joy of riding were the most tedious thing in the world— but the tone carried just enough edge to make her glance at him. He tilted his head slightly, watching her with quiet amusement. “All this… walking and trotting and horsing around. Riveting.” He let his eyes linger on her a beat longer than necessary, then leaned forward just a fraction, lowering his voice, almost a whisper. “But I think I’m ready for the next part.” And with that, he gave her a slow, deliberate wink— measured, confident, but carrying all the promise he didn’t need to say.
Lydia laughed, loud and boisterous. She always felt most like herself when on the back of a horse. It made her glad to see how easily Evan had taken to it, and how well it seemed to suit him. Maybe she could convince him to go for a ride with her more often.
"Oh, I think I am as well." She wheeled Baylor around towards the forest. "Come on then. It's only a little ways away now. Time for the real riding!" Lydia kicked Baylor into a gallop and gave the stallion his head, trusting Nell and Evan to figure out how to keep up the pace. "I'll race you! Give Nell her head, she knows where to go!"
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The tea had gone cold again.
Madhuri blinked at the untouched cup beside her, the faint curl of steam long since vanished into the stale library air. She nudged it absently, watching the ripples on the surface tremble like startled pond water, then sighed and leaned back in her chair. A crumb from the half-eaten blueberry muffin balanced precariously on the edge of a page labeled “Kraken, Courtship Rituals: A Brief Overview”.
Brief. Hah. That chapter alone had taken her three weeks, four field expeditions, and one mildly traumatic encounter with a lovesick cobra lily.
Her fingers smudged a line of ink as she scribbled into the margin of her notes -- “Possible link between doxy migration and lunar eclipse patterns? Cross-reference with up north/Scandinavian maps.” The library’s candlelight flickered overhead, catching the green shimmer of a pressed leaf tucked between the pages of an older journal. One she’d borrowed from a traveling historian with more confidence than sense.
Somewhere far off, a door creaked. Then silence.
She frowned, reaching for her tea out of habit -- still cold, of course -- and stood, brushing crumbs off her tunic. The parchment on her desk rustled faintly as if in warning. Or was that the breeze again?
No breeze. She wasn’t alone.
Madhuri wrapped her hands around her book and lifted it above her head as though it would protect her. That's when ...
Lydia had been looking for Maddy. The library had been the last place she’d checked and her need for a hug had only grown the more time she spent. Maddy was like a ray of sunshine, Lydia could never feel too sad when with her best friend. She needed it right now.
“Mads!” She said as she dropped herself into her friends lap, throwing her arms around Maddy’s neck. “Merlin, I’ve missed you so much you have no idea. Is your cousin still staying with you? I could use a sleepover.”
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@lydiatravers the rosier greenhouse
Tea was always such a lovely thing to catch up over. In the present weeks Leta had taken more and more to having tea in her greenhouse, in between all the flowers and plants. Some had already altered their appearance to fit the progression of seasons, while others seemed to bloom forever - in part because they had been charmed to. It was truly a beautiful scene to behold.
Reaching for some flowers to add to a bouquet the blonde heard the pop of one of the house elves, announcing someone's presence. "Well, don't let them wait. I'd hate for the tea to get cold." By the time the witch turned around again the other witch had arrived. "I hope you don't mind having tea with me in the greenhouse! I thought it was a lovelier atmosphere than the rooms over in the manor."
Tea with Leta was a welcome escape. Since she'd started sleeping with Evan it had been a bit odd to come to the Rosier estate to see his sister and not him, but it was hardly Leta's fault neither of them were lesbians. Besides it was only going to be weird if Lydia made it weird, right?
"It's gorgeous in here Leta, why on earth would I mind?" Lydia said honestly as she ran her fingers gently along the leaves of a few nearby plants. "Do you do all of this yourself? I'm still learning how to tell weeds from useful things." She joked.
Narcissa’s smile deepened at Lydia’s delight, her chin tilting just slightly in that familiar way that carried both pride and composure. “He does, doesn’t he?” she murmured, her voice low and fond as she brushed a fingertip over Draco’s downy hair. “Though I suspect he’ll grow into more of Lucius’ features in time. For now…” Her gaze softened as she looked down at her son. “For now he’s mine in every sense.”
She shifted her arm just enough so Lydia could peer more closely, but still kept Draco snugly against her, protective as ever. “It feels strange, bringing him out into the world like this. But I thought it wouldn’t do to keep him hidden away forever."
"But anyway, it’s truly good to see you, Lydia. How have you been keeping?”
"He's going to be a momma's boy, I can just tell." Lydia said happily. Narcissa deserved a son that adored her so thoroughly. Most all mothers did, but Narcissa in particular. She had a spine like steel. It was impressive to behold. "He has the sweetest face too. Is he sleeping well? I hope so.
"The world is certainly grateful to meet him! We could all use a bit of joy I think, and what's happier than a sweet baby?" Her smile didn't falter as she held out her fingers for Draco to play with. "Quite well," she lied, "All much of the same. Marcus wants me to get married, I pretend not to hear him, the same old routine. I've had the same job for almost two years now, it's a new record. Might have to find a new one just to prove to Marcus I'm not ready for responsibility."
