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❛    okay, this game isn’t funny anymore. tell us where all the forks are. ❜ 

❛   party pooper .  if you MUST know , i’ve hidden them from the kid. he tends to grab things, little stinker. pretty sure you can find a couple above the fridge, next to the knives. careful though.  ❜

Perhaps meeting in a public space wasn’t the greatest of ideas in hindsight. 

Stan knew how wild Elijah could get--he had to after seven years of helping raise him (plus one six month intermission after Marie initially found out about magic)--but from what Andromeda had told him back when they’d initially met, her daughter Nymphadora was as bad, perhaps even worse. It’s not that he couldn’t handle that, of course, but he almost feared for the property damage the two would bring to the poor park once they were unleashed from the reigns of their parents--and that wasn’t even beginning to touch on what personal damage they might leave on the other park dwellers. 

Lord have mercy on them all.

Stan saw the duo and waved in greeting, taking his eyes off Elijah for a second and watching in horror as the seven year old booked it, running toward the daughter and mother at an impressive speed, nearly elegant if he hadn’t been waving both arms in the air to wave like one of those blow-up noodles that waved around in front of car dealers. Stan chased after his son and gave Andromeda an apologetic look, deciding to forgo a greeting and instead say, “This is Elijah. Sorry.”

Regulus would be lying if he said he hadn’t been looking for Andromeda since their discussion a few weeks ago.

He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it. Not only was it a shock to his system to see his cousin for the first time in years, but having an argument over the table at the Leaky Cauldron had been rattling to say in the least. As much as he hated it, some of what Andromeda had said made sense, and it terrified him. Regulus couldn’t afford to let his thoughts stray from anything other than loyalty to his family and to the Dark Lord, and he absently rubbed at the sleeve that covered his left forearm as that thought crossed his mind. It was too late to back out even if he had second thoughts; with Andromeda and Sirius gone, it wasn’t like he’d had a choice in the matter.

Not that choice ever mattered.

Past Gringotts he went, and it was there that he saw her walking the street--sans daughter or husband, he noted idly. He wondered if he’d ever get to see either of them one day, but no that wasn’t possible, not anymore. Still, seeing her was a surprise so soon after their lunch, and Regulus found himself saying, “Andi,” without realizing it when she got close. He cleared his throat and clenched his jaw, shoving away that little boy who still wanted his cousin back. He couldn’t be that boy anymore, and he sighed, knowing he’d already grabbed her attention. Time to face the music. “Andromeda.”