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“Are you absolutely sure you want me at your wedding, Evans?” Sirius grins, fully aware of how welcome he is. “I mean, let’s look at the facts here: One: the groom might be more in love with me than he is with you. Two: I’ll look prettier than the bride. Do you really want to put yourself through that?”

Unspeakable training was hard, but harder than that it was the looks on people’s face at her. She couldn’t fault them ─ her name would always preceded anything she did. She always wanted, however, for Flora not to feel that. Everything she did was to protect her sister ─ and she would continue doing everything she had. Hestia was determined not to let it shake her down and not to let her sister see it (which she knew it was rarely impossible). "How’s your day?” Hestia asked, swinging her legs out of the bed.

“I was never huge on parties back in college, really. I mean, I’ve managed to have my fun every now and then, of course, but... let’s just say I always had a one-track mind. I was always way too focused on getting what I wanted to get done. Apparently, I’ve been an old man from the beginning.” There’s a hint of amusement in his eyes as he speaks, and he’s smirking. Mike knows fully well that, while most of his words at this very moment are completely true, he should never let it go further than this. Abby doesn’t need to learn so much more about his past, and though the idea keeps bothering him, he’s managed to send it to the back of his mind after a while.

“So what about you? Were you a party animal or did you prefer to stay at home, have a beer and watch a movie instead?”