Simon didn’t often go out drinking. Normally they preferred nights in with Peonie and Su, but tonight they had decided for a bit of change. Now that Eclipse had new management it had gotten like, loads more fun. 

“Susan,” They were loudly telling one of the patrons at the bar up front, a proud and goofy smile plastered across their face, “is the absolute best baby in all of Britain and I can prove it! She’s babbling already and she’s not even 9 months! And she can sit up! The very best baby! Do you want to see pictures? I have pictures!”

Patrick hadn’t even planned on being at the bank today. He’d just sort of... stopped by. God his timing could use some serious goddamn work. He was just trying to get money in a form that Lena could actually use. All he’d wanted was to be a goddamn dad. 

Now his left arm was trapped under a goddamn boulder and he’d already lost consciousness twice. By the time he swam back to alertness he could see someone walking towards him. 

“Hey!” he called, trying to get the other person’s attention, “Hey, I need help!”

Greengrass,

I am not sorry for hitting you. I should’ve punched you instead.

-Laure Angelique Deschamps

Walden didn’t really have much appreciation for the concept of a legitimate full-time job. Working as the executioner for the Ministry wasn’t exactly what anyone would call a consistent gig. He worked when they wanted him and basically got to swan around for the rest of the day. Which really meant that he had the rest of his time to annoy his friends and loved ones.

“Malcolm!” He called as he strolled through Gringotts without a fucking care about the way several of the goblins glared and grumbled. They all knew him by now, what else did they expect? “I’m hungry! Take me to lunch!”

@themalcolmgreengrass

Since she was, apparently, staying in Britain for the foreseeable future, Laure needed money. All of her currency ran in francs and Bezants, and none of the shops here accepted those. Plus, she had to set up access to the family vault back in France. 

Goblins were stubborn and proud, but so was she, and so working with them just felt like an echo of herself on a homework assignment. History of Magic had always fascinated her-- all the books tended to include portraits of the most important places and buildings. If architecture didn’t sing to her soul, perhaps she would have been a Goblin Liaison. 

She had just sorted out the francs situation and was moving on to Bezants when she heard someone yelling in the background.

“You are being insufferably mental right now. How dare you talk to me like that! Is something wrong with you beyond your idiotic idea of a bond?”