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Nerves swelled up in her stomach as she looked up at the house. She knew so much about her father, but actually going to meet him, to spend time with him. That was something so new to her.

She knew before he had escaped Azkaban that he was innocent, she knew it. But still, he had just been a man she had heard about, had dreamt about.

Isabelle took a breath, then knocked on the door, waiting for an answer.

She wondered if Harry would be here, she knew that her Father and Harry had already spent time together, that Harry was her Fathers GodSon, so it wouldn't surprise her. But would her Father be happy to see her?

Lucifer couldn't help but grin when he saw Beelzebub appear. Now that was someone who knew how to make an entrance.. To blink in surprise when he heard what he said next.

"Party? What bloody party? Did you forget to invite me again, mate?"

He asked as he gave him a curious look.

A sudden pause. Cue the thoughtful look. Had he forgotten? Possibly. Maybe. He was certain he sent the invite. “I was certain I sent it by carrier pigeon. At least, I think it was a pigeon? It may have been a brick.” He may have just thrown a scribbled note attached to a brick through the window of Lucifer’s club. Possibly. 

Lola lift her head and looked at her son, a small smile gracing her lips. "Not at the moment." She admitted "Nor you, I see." She said, standing up and walking towards him. "You should rest, you are a busy man these days." She said, touching his cheek tenderly. "I'll be fine."

So much of Yelena’s life right now was just a jumble of things, especially since The Blip happened. She had believed that Clint Barton had killed her sister and he hadnt, she was using the skills she learned from the Red Room to make a living for herself and now that the holidays were here so many thoughts were going through her mind. Her sister was gone, she was in New York for the first time in her life and while she was excited about it, the fact that the holidays were about family and not being alone when she was alone really had gotten to her a little bit. 

She had thought about Kate Bishop and even though she was interrogating her a little bit, she did enjoy the girl, even though she was sure the girl was possibly not even of drinking age she wanted to take her up on her offer of a drink. However she had tracked her down to Clint’s family home and saw the scene that she almost destroyed in the most heart wrenching way. She saw how much love and togetherness there was in that little home and what a good man Clint was, and while she wished she could join in she figured it would be rude to intrude and especially after she had tried to kill the man. 

The next best thing that Yelena could do was stay at Kate’s place for a couple of days waiting for the woman to come back home. Yelena figured that perhaps the New Years holiday would be a fun time to spend with the girl, finally after a couple of days the young woman came back and she went to greet her, “Kate Bishop, welcome home!” Yelena greeted from the above loft area of her apartment. “Did you have a nice trip?” she asked her curiously with a subtle and as best a smile as she could muster. 

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My muse is lost during a thunderstorm. Send “storming” for your muse to find them. {Right now I'm picturing Mikael on a quest to find his missing queen, could lead to them running away together?}

Natalia had been out riding when the thunderstorm came rolling through. She had been riding with a few knights at first, but had lost them in the storm. A flash of lighting hit close to where she had been riding, causing the horse to toss her off and running into the night. Natalia had fallen off the stead, hitting her head on a rock. Trying to stand, she could feel the world spinning around her. Still she continued to stumble through the forest till she found an abandoned cottage near by. Stripping out of her soaked clothes, she managed to find some thick blankets to keep her warm as the darkness took control. 

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“I do not want to be anxious all the time, believe me.”

Harriet confessed, shaking her head a little.

“It’s just.. I’m not good with people. Never have been.”

@without-an-alibi​ asked: “You were dead. For five minutes.” {From Piper} // meme