MAKE A MESS LIONESS

Imagine person A recovering from amnesia and remembering who person B is.

falling

Believe me, she was not upset to hear that she’d not be grandmother to a bastard. I may not be as outspoken about it as others, but I do come from a very traditional family. -narrows her eyes- If you don’t eat it, I’m throwing it out. It’s your duty as a human being to eat the damn pie and not let it go to waste. I’ll even get the kid to bring you a glass of cold milk to wash it down with.

M'not saying she wasn't disappointed. Mums always are, 'n yours is-- -waves the thought off- Fine. Good. If she's really that big a twat, you've done nothing more'n cast off dead weight. -sits up in her seat and leans across the table- I reckon that's your duty, seeing as you, too, are a human being-- one whose birthday it is, I might add-- 'n I paid for the pie. S'a gift. 'Can't leave it there to go sour. It'd be rude.

You do realize it is a possibility to die from whiskey, yeah? Alcohol poisoning or whatever? -shifts in her seat- The only thing she felt was shame, so no tears. It was a very dry affair, thankfully. -pushes the pie towards her some more- No, I’ve eaten half of it so I’m done. When I was with Dory, I’d only eat at his every other bite, and that helped me drop enough to fit into my Fifth Year robes. It’s the most affective method of portion control I’ve ever tried. I’m not giving you free pie, you’re actually doing me a favor.

-snorts- If you're a priss, maybe. -fidgets with her tea cup- M'sure s'not true, Calista. She's your mum, however big a twat she is. -looks up- I'd apologize, only you'd believe me about as much as I'd mean it. -furrows her brows- I know how much that prick talks, Walker. If you've only been eating every other one of his bites, you need it more'n I do. -pushes the pie back- You're not fifth year, you're a witch grown. Now eat your sodding pie.

S'not bloody funny. You can't go telling a bird her lifeline's a cause of death. -frowns- Death's rubbish. Maybe the crazy bi-- your mum felt the same way when you went through what you did. Terrified or sommat. -eyes the pie- The way you were just going at it? 'Reckon I ought to let you two finish up, yeah? 

They’re not all the same, Marlene. It’s not always a choice, you know? …I’m not sure any of us are better off for it.

Everything's a choice, Mare. Y'can't go a moment without making one. -forces a smile- 'Course we are. S'better knowing the truth than making yourself daft.

Yeah.  I just, I dunno this probably sound like bollocks, but I just don’t Jeremy to think I’ve just up and left him again.  I mean, I know we’ll be together and we’ll raise this kid, but I really pursue a Quidditch career, I’ll be busy.  Loads of traveling, and practice— everything.  -shrugs-  It killed me to what me leaving did to him, and I don’t wanna do that again.

-furrows her brows- When'd you leave him?

She was hit by a whiskey delivery truck.

Right comedienne, you are.

Oi. S'nothing to frown over. S'better knowing them for what they are. You're better off for it. 

I want to play quidditch, I always have.  But, I dunno, things have changed.  I can’t just leave and do my own thing.  I’ve got obligations, you know?  So yeah, suppose.  House girlfriend.

-makes a face- A load of rubbish if there ever were one. My da was at the Ministry constantly 'til I was at least thirteen, 'n m'not a complete psycho. You can have a life of your own, s'well. The world won't stop spinning.