i’m like chardonnay.

What Mary didn't expect was to see Teagan at her stall, though. Despite all of it, it certainly was a pleasant surprise. "That is a flower crown. Enchanted to last the entirety of the event and to make sure your team of choice is represented in a most floral fashion." She chuckled, giving the other a smirk. Mary was proud of the hard work the stall represented, having put in extra hours over the last few weeks to grow even more flowers and herbal plants than she usually would. After all the crowns and wreaths as well as the teas were a blend of muggle and magical and she wouldn't have had it any other way.

"You're brilliant, you know that, don't you?" Teagan said giving Mary a soft smile. "I've never been one for getting into growing plants. Too dirty," she gave a quick chuckle, "but they're beautiful. And it doesn't look like that flower crown is dirty. It looks clean as day." Reaching over to touch the flowers, Teagan's smile grew. The flowers felt like silk but were obviously real. They were soft and delicate but strong, not falling apart in her hands. "How did you come up with all this?" Teagan asked, waving her arm around the entire stall. "You've got everyone beat, that's for sure."

Teagan pushed her shoulders back to take everything in, trying to find something perfect. It was difficult because everything was perfect. If only she was talented in such a way. Mary deserved it. She was a good, sweet girl. "I'm team Brazil but that's the only way I can find to narrow it down. It's all too lovely." She scratched the side of her head. "Tea would be wonderful -- but don't make me choose. I can't handle decisions right now! Just hand me something while I keep perusing!"

She ran her fingers over the flowers and smiled. The noise almost disappeared. It was a nice feeling. An interesting one she hadn't felt before. "Hey Mary. Um," Teagan's eyes shifted a bit, "do you think you could show me how to make one? Maybe we could make mine together?"

"Oh, you pal around with many muggleborns?" It came out so haughty it almost didn't sound like Lily. Every defence she'd spent the last few years building was up. She needed to protect herself - that was the mantra she repeated. And yet here she was picking a fight with a woman she suspected wanted her dead. Smart.

Teagan was getting to a point where she wanted to smack the smug look off Lily’s face. She wasn’t going to but the feeling was strong. Lily kept looking at her like she had a battle going on in her head. What was there to think about? All Teagan did was invite her into her tent! She didn’t do anything. “Why do you keep staring? I’m sure I can find a photo and sign it for you if you’d rather,” said the growing irritated model.

“And yes, I pal around with whoever I like, thank you.” She wanted to be less combative but she was annoyed. “Look. Whatever your problem with me is — and I think I know —" Teagan wasn’t stupid, “you’re really fucking wrong.” She couldn’t help the aggression. Being judged because of her last name was the last thing she wanted and wasn’t going to take it. She already had for too long. And still had to on occasion. No. Not there.

Her brain insisted that Teagan could not be trusted, that she was one of those purebloods who would want Lily dead if given the chance. She tried to listen to her brain these days, but with the innocent smile of the other girl she faltered, pausing in front of the tent.

"I'm not sure I'd be welcome with your friends."

Teagan could feel Lily's eyes on her. She was being judged and could feel it. She knew what it felt like and wasn't a fan. She was a pureblood. Just like the muggleborns were being judged, so were the purebloods. They weren't all alike. Teagan most certainly was not regardless of her family.

She clenched her jaw and stared Lily in the eye, almost as a how dare you, you should know what this feels like. Teagan hated that she had to act like she supported the Death Eaters during meetings. Not to mention, she did have to try to be careful who she was around. If it was someone from the cause she had to stiffen up and make it as short a conversation as possible. But that wasn't her fault. Anyone who had an inkling of who Teagan was would know that. That obviously wasn't Lily.

"Then you clearly don't know my friends."

Pausing for a moment to eye the other woman, the auror let her fingers pull the monocle from her pocket to spin it around before giving her a shrug. "Chasing down dark wixen comes with it's dangers. I'm just a little luckier than most, I suppose," she finally begrudgingly stated, figuring it wasn't exactly a secret that she'd taken some spell damage and had issues with her eye and it's ability to focus, so saw no harm in sharing at least a bit, "Healer would say I don't use it often enough, but it's not exactly convenient."

Seizing the opportunity, Amelia dropped her gaze back to the book in her hands, brushing her thumbs along the cover for a moment before tapping it lightly. "Aye, I know it. The only proper language we used at home," she offered, feeling her tone grow slightly awkward, lifting a shoulder in a slight shrug as she tried to play it off, "Mum wanted us to know a number of languages though. Never know when they'd end up dead useful."

Pausing, the brunette offered her hand out after a beat, finding the more familiar footing of a typical introduction, albeit one without the shield that was her title or name. "Amelia. Pleasure," she said lightly, "I'm not really one for the stuffy pureblood elbow-rubbing on most days, so you don't need to worry."

Feeling Amelia's eyes on Teagan, she allowed her to size her up. It wasn't odd in the days they found them in. Besides, she didn't know her, All she knew was that she fancied dusty informative books, knew Gaelic and had a monocle. Oh, and she appeared to be rather ...not standoffish, but guarded.

Although Teagan was open to new people -- sometimes naïve on her part -- she could understand not wanting to show all your cards. After all, when called to the manor for Death Eater meetings, Teagan had to pretend to support the cause. If her family knew that she wanted nothing to do with it, there would be utter hell to pay. She was able to get out of many things but she wouldn't have been able to squirm out of that one. So on those nights she didn't interact. She played her part, sitting there like the Sacred 28 Nott's pretty princess. It made her sick. She would leave those meetings as soon as possible and shower until her skin pruned just to get it off of her. So she understood in her own way.

Tegan felt a sigh of relief when Amelia pulled out her monocle. It made her smile. She couldn't recall anyone actually using one before. She really did like it. It seemed to fit Amelia to a T. She didn't know why because it's not like Teagan knew her. Maybe it was the suit. The two went hand in hand. Amelia made them go hand in hand. "I'm a little behind on the happenings. I spent some time away from Britain so I don't know exactly what you went through. And I don't know about your interactions with dark wixen. It sounds like a touchy subject but I would be interested to know about your work." Teagan blinked, looking Amelia in the eyes. "You seem like a good person to get to know is all." She paused. "Plus two Irish ladies in one place? It was meant to be. Maybe you could remind me some Gaelic." A small smile crossed her face.

Teagan reached out to Amelia’s hand. "Don't worry. I'm not stuffy. Sometimes it is hard to deprogram certain pleasantries. Still working on that." She quirked her head. "Amelia."

Where: Campsite Who: Open

Sirius wasn’t bothered that he was not invited to the Burke lodge accommodations, what fun was that anyway? He had left that life behind. And with the way wizard tents were they were more than comfortable, not like the muggle ones he had heard about. He thought of his brother being stuck in the stuffy lodge surrounded by all the boring purebloods, all their rules and appearances and wished they could have gone camping together. It was nice sitting out among the stars, the laughter all around, people able to forget about the doom and gloom for a little while. He set up his tent with a flourish. It was large and spacious inside, able to fit both his friends and any others who might end up crashing if needed. He set up outside with some chairs, a fire, and of course alcohol to spare as he sat down to enjoy the atmosphere watching the people go by. 

He was always up for making new friends, or just sharing an evening with strangers looking to have a good time. He wouldn’t say no to any fun that came his way. He doubted most of the purebloods would pass by this way, but any of them that did were probably a more open-minded sort if they were to slum it with the rest of the crowd. He took a sip of his firewhiskey, surveying the crowd for any familiar faces or ones that sparked his interest. If he saw any of his cousins would they stop? His brother if out this way would probably have to rebuff him in such a public place which made him sad but he tried to shake it off. At least he got to see him sometimes rather than not at all. “Fancy a drink?” he asked beckoning to someone who had paused in their journey. “I’ve got plenty to go around, now all I need is some company as I’m not sure where my friends have wandered off to.”

Teagan was happy to have escaped the Lodge for at least a bit. She hated that she couldn't spend the whole World Cup on the campground -- her tent was certainly made for the pureblood princess, amenities and all, but her family would kill her if they even knew she was gracing the grounds as it was. Good thing she was a puppeteer and quick on her feet who always had a plan. But she was still a pureblood.

After getting her tent set up, Teagan decided to take a stroll, excited to see the nature of the boring folk not in the Lodge. She couldn't have been more pleased. People were running around, laughing, smiling. There were faces painted, kids pulling on their mum's skirts, arguments about which team would win. There was noise. There was life. The Lodge may as well have been sudden death. It was quiet mumbles, constant rules, expectations and predictable. But the campsite -- Teagan would have given up her pureblood status to live that kind of life.

Though at the campsite Teagan was still dressed like the model she was: a short, scrunched up skirt with tears on each side and the Vivienne Westwood signature on the back pocket showing off her long legs, along with a soft corset in black. And she made sure she wore sensible shoes, black sneakers adorned with sparkles.

Hearing an inviting voice, Teagan turned her head and saw Sirius sitting outside a tent. "Plenty to drink? You may have just made a new friend. It's Sirius Black, isn't it?" Of course she knew who he was. Every pureblood did. But who cared about that?

Stepping into the apparition point, and stepping out in Diagon Alley, the brunette paused for a moment to adjust her auror robes on her shoulders as she walked smoothly toward the bookstore. If she wasn't to be working, then she could certainly study up on some of the more esoteric battle magics that she was fond of using.

Nodding once in greeting as she swept toward the back of the store where her favorite books were, Amelia soon found herself engrossed in a text that was barely older than it was dry, monocle almost belatedly settled into place before her left eye just to ensure the headache didn't get worse. It helped that it was written in Irish made it all the more intriguing as she didn't believe it was a book currently possessed by the Bones family. She'd gotten drawn in deeply enough to the exceptionally dry material when the sound of a voice snapped her out of her reading trance.

Blinking once as she let her eyes adjust to something other than text, she lifted a hand to tuck her monocle away as she gently closed the book in her hands. "This? Oh, its Olde and Forgotten Bewitchments and Charms...in Irish," she said after turning the book to read the title, "But its an older edition than I've seen. Some of the theory isn't something I've seen before, either."

She hated to bother someone when they were reading. Everyone knew not to bother Teagan when she was engrossed — a Ravenclaw trait, no doubt. She was breaking her own rule. But there was something about this woman. She had never met her, never even seen her but she was drawn to her for whatever reason. And they were in a bookstore. If she didn’t talk to her then, well, when?

“I really am sorry to bother you. I know how obnoxious it can be. I’m the queen of don’t bother me when I’m reading, but I — you look so interesting and I wasn’t sure I’d get the chance to talk to you if we both read the whole time.” Teagan blinked and smiled, daring not to look down. “A monocle? You don’t see many with those these days,” she paused. “It's very …distinguished. You pull it off quite well."

Glancing at the book and hearing her say the title, Teagan became overly excited. “I’m Irish! Truth be told I don’t know much Gaelic anymore but would love to learn. My roots lie in Ireland now and forever.” She looked longingly at the book as though she were being transferred back to her childhood home in the lush hills. “So you know Gaelic then?” She asked looking at the woman again.

“Oh," She shook her head, "where are my manners? I’m Teagan.”

The truth was, Alice liked attention. She tried not to be obnoxious about it, but there was no escaping the fact. So when the Billie Lewis grant needed people to volunteer for the kissing booth at the fair, she hadn’t hesitated to sign up. She’d never been shy a day in her life, so kissing strangers sounded fun. In fact, it sounded like a typical Friday night from years gone by, but this time it was for charity. A win-win if she’d ever heard one. 

Admittedly, Alice had been a little surprised to find out she’d been paired up with Teagan Nott. She’d assumed the organizers would pair up one man and one woman because of how weird people got about gender, although Alice herself had never had any qualms about kissing other women. But having Teagan, model and girly-girl extraordinaire, and Alice, who’d only prepared by bringing lip balm and a bottle of water, did cover two very different ends of the ‘likes women’ spectrum. 

And they were having fun. Alice hadn’t really known Teagan before she left home, and she was pleased to find out that this daughter of the Sacred 28 didn’t have a huge stick up her ass. Alice laughed at Teagan’s concerns and shook her head. “I really don’t think that’s something you’ll have to worry about.” she made a show of giving the younger witch a very obvious once-over. After all, she was drop dead gorgeous. “The only thing I feel bad about is the people who have to wait in line while your favorite customers come up to blush and stammer and steal a kiss over, and over, and over.” Teagan’s was definitely the better known face, and she’d had a few people end up in her line more than once. Alice hadn’t seen any repeats yet, but she was enjoying the variety.

“I don’t know. These lips can only take so much,” Teagan laughed, taking out her gloss. She ran the tip and rubbed her lips together. “That’s a little better. Hopefully no one shows up for a bit.” She crossed her fingers.

Alice was fun. She loved her experience and hoped it would last outside the kissing booth. Maybe Alice could introduce her to new people. Teagan lived for meeting new people and making new friends, having fun and spreading her positivity as wide as she could. — but hoping she wouldn’t have to take out her wand if she met anyone with a bad attitude, hurting anyone. Though she could be a ray of light, no one dare fuck with her. However, that was the possible future, not the present. The present was she and Alice.

Teagan was aware that she had repeat customers. It didn’t bother her so much. The only thing that bothered her was that Alice wasn’t given the same type of attention. Obviously people knew Teagan so she wasn’t surprised necessarily but Alice was just as attractive in her own way. She deserved just as much attention even if she wasn’t as well known. At least one or two repeats would’ve been worth it. “You’re a doll and should have more kisses than you’ve gotten.”

At that moment Teagan got up and went to the other side of the booth to Alice’s line and leaned down and gave Alice a quick kiss. “Oh, wait!” She leaned down again to give Alice a second kiss. “You needed a customer to come back.” She smiled and went to her seat, smiling at Alice. “You're worth it.”