THETA Θ

“Okay fam, it’s fine, you don’t gotta come but – lol, hold up…” Danny stopped for a hot second. He was always talking about some crazy shit, sure, and even if Theta wanted to try to stop him… Danny was sure by now there would be no point in actually trying.

Danny was a bulldozer when it came to his will—usually towards something not very ambitious, though even he knew there was more reward the greater the risk. “Did you say you wanted to come with? Like, forreal forreal? Like, you’re not kidding, right?”

Of course, they weren’t in California anymore, though DJ had to spell it out for him. The danger and all that. All the shit that Danny hadn’t really given a damn about, because by some grace of wizard god he didn’t think it applied to him except for the fact that it kept him from leaving. “Yo—okay—”

This time, Danny actually shut up enough to use in limited ASL to say the rest. It took a moment, but Danny managed to string the words together. But they don’t know we’re No-Maj born, Deej.

And he chose to deal with that by taking a long sip of his beer.

a quick thought to snap a picture of his brother’s reaction came to mind for theta. any more thoughts of it was diminished a second later with a sharp shake of his head. it was a funny idea -- a new contact photo for his brother, but lately his mind was more focused on surviving. he hated that that was what’s causing the hesitations for the most part.

he read his brother’s signs, smiling a little at his brother’s handwork. could use some practice, but it was fortunately clear enough for him. he took a glance around the bar, already growing tired of being there. he offered a smile to everyone whom he’s made eye contact with while thanking god (or was it merlin?) that the uk had their own type of -sl. they don’t know you’re a no-maj born.

his hands came down for a second, sighing to himself. only a handful of people really knew of his blood status, but he was basically a no-maj with his music and choice of lifestyle. no persons of any blood status would be working as a dj in the muggle world. that just wasn’t a thing. his hands came back up to continue. our habits can bite us in our asses. we’re already not from --

he stopped at the tap on his shoulder, turning to face his co-worker with a grin. “yooo thanks.” he fist bumped him and turned back to his brother, pulling the apron off from his neck. let’s talk on our way to the water -- and yeah i was foreal foreal ... got a spell i wanted to try out. finish up. he tapped his brother’s glass. need swimwear?

“Said what out loud?” Danny wasn’t really getting it. Sensitivity was never really his strong suit, perhaps because he was lucky enough that he hadn’t actually across very many people willing to be miserable. He was probably also lucky that no one knew he was a muggleborn – yet. “Whatcha losing your shit over? Like, I’ve never really had a place except mom’s, so what’s the fucking problem?”

All of this complaining about the weather was making Danny crazy – at least enough to forget signing to his brother and responding back just in his California swagger. He was still very patiently waiting for a beer from his brother and he was so fucking close to just asking for it.  But there was something else that started bugging him.

“Look man – I can’t change the weather – and call me nuts or whatever – but I really wanna go swimming. Now that you’ve mentioned Nessie. Dude, bro, we should just go. Like, when the fuck did I let something like weather stop me, you know?”

theta had forgotten how many times he normally rolled his eyes at his brother, though it had been a while since he had last saw. he shook his head at his brothers question, groaning at a low frequency, enough that only his brother could hear. maybe he really needed to stop acting like the older brother to danny, he apparently different need it, especially with how he spoke. “we’re not in california anymore.” he snapped before he could stop himself, heads at the bar looking up at him as he did so. he sighed to himself and gave them an apologetic look.

he pushed the beer toward his brother again, this time pushing it into the man’s hand. “shut up and drink your beer.” he signed to his brother, his eyes glaring at him to actually listen to him. “we’re not in california anymore, danco. excuse me for fucking caring about you.” he continued to sign, the f word as distinguished as he could. he was annoyed by his brother, that was for sure. “no-maj borns are in danger. we are in danger.” he emphasized the last sentence.

he sighed, cooling down just as quick as he got irritated by the man. it was his thing, he couldn’t be mad for too long. he didn’t know why, but it was one of his ‘best suits’ growing up. “you want to go swimming? in the winter?” he took another glance at the bar, returning back to his brother. “that is the dumbest shit i’ve ever heard.” he begun. “and i’m fucking tired of this place. where?”

Maybe… Danny should order a drink. He groaned when DJ told him to get up, so now he was just resting his elbow on the table and letting his palm carry his hand. Now he was real disappointed when all he got was water. “You serious bro? Get me some good shit… I don’t remember the last time I slept – I’m not tired, I’m fucking bored out of my goddamn mind!”

Danny grumbled but started sipping at the water anyway. He turned to see if there were any cuties at the end of the table, but he wasn’t sure that DJ would want him wandering off after literally months of having not seen him.

“Nah fam, I haven’t found Nessie – and no one here actually like, wants to help me look. People here are like, sooooo lame – why the fuck are you freaking out about… I don’t know, everything?”

Danny didn’t seem phased by the recent attacks at the bookstore or the past one at the World Cup. His understanding of the current events in relation to muggleborns was severely limited; the coverage of it in the paper (when he, like, actually read) just made it seem like all of this was done because the government didn’t have their shit together.

“Besides – I guess it’s like too cold to do anything. I don’t know. Haven’t gone looking for shit too deep since I’m literally freezing my balls off. I wish I could go home.” Danny rarely felt homesickness; he was always too busy piecing together the next leg of his trip, all the more focused on the adventure. But he’d rather be back in California than here.

theta didn’t even bother hiding his smirk at his brother, nodded his head with furrowed brows, more out of curiosity rather than judgement. “what does sleeping and being bored have to do with anything, baby bro?” he was more amused than anything. what his brother said was correct though. the man didn’t have any fun in the country as much as the other and really, were the british this boring that they couldn’t even make someone like theta chuckle or even smile?

he bit back at the chance to roll his eyes, knowing right away what his brother’s mind was. and lucky for him too, when it was followed by that statement. theta coughed and took a glance at the others on the bar, catching a few eyes from them. he huffed and glared at his brother. “please don’t tell me you said that loud.” it really wouldn’t have bothered him, but with this job paying for his living, really, he needed to be safe.

“i’m not freaking out over everything. it’s just -- i --” he mouth opened and closed with every other word and he sighed. “i’m just concerned about your living situation.” he saw a wave of a hand, earning a sigh from him. “not like i’m gonna get it outta ya.” he cocked his head at his brother for a second.

Danny literally just considered leaving. He’s not really a fan of being called out on his shit, even if DJ didn’t actually… call him out on his shit. Nah, Danny just tended to give himself away, but like all the time. He watched his brother serve some other asshole at the end of the bar and he leaned his arms and head against the table like he was tired. His chin was pressed against the wood when DJ addressed him again.

“Antics? Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?” Then he snorted. “Can’t run if the cops won’t let you go, bruh. Otherwise I would have left already, ya feel?”

It kind of implied that he wouldn’t have cared about what DJ was up to, but Danny never really worried about that. DJ always had his shit together anyway and for the longest time Danny thought he had left before this ridic-ass travel ban had actually happened.  

“I mean, I’ve been here. Not much else to go when everything is like… pretty Apparate-able, if you get what I mean? Like nothing is actually that far.” He didn’t realize he wasn’t actually answering the question though. Danny wasn’t the kind of person to get into specifics anyway so somehow he was the best and worst person to keep a secret.

theta rolled his eyes, making it an effort for someone even across the bar was able to see what he was doing. he opened his mouth, about to say something, but paused at the sight of a wave of the hand. -- of course he’d be trying to catch up with his brother when it was busy. he huffed and moved down the bar again, dropping a drink in front of the lady before she could mutter another word. people here were predictable.

“when was the last time you even slept, dude?” he asked, walking down the bar back to his brother. he looked at every person he passed, waiting for another interruption before stopping in front of danco. “get off the bar. i don’t know when was they last time they were cleaned.” he warned him, pouring a glass of water and pushing it down to his brother. 

“oh, you’ve been here?” he pursed his lips, looking at the bar again then back at home. “all this time i thought you were back in home with ma.” he shot back at the other sarcastically. “you didn’t answer my question, are you jumping places? do you even have money?” he didn’t mean to sound like that older brother, but hell, he was not in the mood to find out danco was homeless. 

he sighed. “did you figure out that one creature thing you wanted, at the very least?”

“I can explain!” Danny threw his hands up, less out of exasperation and more out of just straight up confusion. He just acted like he was in trouble (except, of course, Danny was always in trouble) but this shouldn’t have been news to DJ. “I’ve been doing stuff –”

Aside from (a) trying to make enough money to live and (b) trying to make enough money to pay Killer back for whatever Danny didn’t end up bringing from the States, he had been in between places. Dom had kicked him out (then disappeared for some reason lol) so he spent Christmas and the following week at Mama Naomi’s.

And all the stuff that Danny had been doing was technically legal (or so he was sure) but wandering around marshes to collect whatever random crap would get him the gold was only kind of sketchy. But obviously someone had to do it. “—like, I dunno man, I’ve just been hella busy.”

@thetadjr

theta should’ve expected this big act of -- whatever this routine was for his little brother, but maybe it was the time apart -- or really it was just his lack of sleep from the shift he had to do. being basically stuck in the country meant having to lose things that he didn’t think he would have to worry about. the man thought he would live a decent life, but with the lack of edm music festivals (who could really blame them, really), that meant little for him.

he huffed and shook his head, his focus going from his brother to another customer waving him down. “hold on.” he walked over to the customer, filling his drink before walking back to danny. “stop with the dramatics, danco. i’m your brother not some -- whatever thing or rank kind of guy you’re --” he pointed a finger at him. “possibly running from? am i right?”

he scanned through the room again for a quick second. “where have you been? and what is new?” he asked, the thought that danco could really turn around that question if he did.

Rosa needed another drink. Or two. She couldn’t believe what was happening to her, she couldn’t believe that this stranger before her was a relative of some sort. Maybe he wasn’t her brother, but maybe he knew them. Maybe he could take her to them. Maybe they could have a real family. She ordered another glass of wine, taking a long swing that most certainly was unladylike, before setting the glass down on the table once more, licking her upper lip clean of the red liquid. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to pry – I just – I’m sorry, forget I asked, that was rude of me.” She felt horrible. Sure, she could be a self entitled bitch, but she wasn’t that big of an asshole – she just didn’t know if there was something she should do – that she could do – to make him feel more comfortable, but instead he seemed awkward and the exact opposite of what she wanted. She watched as he looked away. God, why did she have to be such a bitch. She couldn’t help it, really. She was raised in a home that taught her she was better than others, the behavior only encouraged when she was in school. 

She held the locket in her hand, the golden pendent slightly warm from the glow, then looked back at him. “David. David,” she tested the name out for herself. It was a fairly common name, it could be anyone. Who was he referring to? Was she supposed to know who David was? “I – I,” she tripped on her words, looking back at her chest, then him, then the pendent again. “Lopez – no – Ryan. That’s what mother told me before she… before she passed on.”

theta’s eyes widened slightly at the woman, watching the wine go down faster than -- well fast enough to compete with some of the girls he have befriended back at home. the difference between them and her were that she looked as if she wore real jewelry and they wore claire’s cheap ones. from what he had seen earlier, not saying that he was actually watching her, but from his brief observations, this woman was drinking it slowly and classy before. he was pulled from his thoughts, seeing her talking in his peripheral vision. he caught enough of her words to catch what she may have said and he shrugged. “it’s fine, at least you’re not calling me freak or something.” it wasn’t like he actually was called that, but he hated being treated differently because of his disability. “just don’t -- try to act differently, please.” he requested from the other, giving her a small smile before taking another sip of his beer.

It was only then that Rosa realized his eyes on her lips – he was either reading them or it was a strange American way of flirting. She hoped it was the former, it wouldn’t be the first time she had been flirted with by a man, but more often than not they would try to “convince” her she wasn’t gay, which she most certainly was. When he called her accent British she was pretty sure her assumption was correct, that or she had picked up the accent from her time in the area. She smiled at him, “I have to admit, it was a bit obvious, you don’t sound like you’re from here,” she paused, biting her lip slightly. Was it rude to ask? She didn’t want to seem like a bitch to the stranger who has been nothing but friendly to her, but she couldn’t help but be curious. “I – are you…? Can you hear?”

She was practically hypnotized by the golden illumination coming from the necklace sitting on her chest. In the past it had glowed, but nothing like this. It was a lot brighter, not enough to blind but certainly to grab someone’s attention. Her mouth opened and closed, words caught in her throat. Had her charm malfunctioned? Or was he…? Was he one of them? One of her long lost brothers? She looked from her locket to the man before her, his words finally sinking in. Was she having an episode? Was she crazy? “I…” she looked back down, grabbing the charm in her hands, running a finger over the engraved gold. “It’s charmed… it’s supposed to help me find my family…”

theta took a sip from his beer, sighing softly to himself at the taste of it. — he should’ve expected cheap beer to be crappy, and though it did top a few beers in cali, it still wasn’t the greatest. he made an internal reminder not to buy another drink, knowing that if he were to do so, he would need to work another few hours to even pay for his rent. his eyes roamed down on the woman’s lips as she spoke, chuckling to himself and nodded his head. “i’ve also been told that i dress like i’m from california.” he admitted. his amused look almost dropped though at the heistation of the other’s words, already figuring out what she wanted to ask. there was always that little look they gave before they asked the question. he sighed and shook his head. “lost my hearing when i was sixteen.” he explained to her. “i was at a no-maj concert and the speakers blew up. i happened to be next to the speakers.” he shrugged awkwardly.

Vivienne wrapped the folds of her dressing gown tighter around her waist, her chestnut irises widening and sparkling with anticipation as the man pondered the address. Sure, Vivienne had no idea where the street this stranger had inquired about was, but the cooped up socialite wasn’t about to pass up an opportunity to get out of the house and clear her mind. She nodded yes at his question anyway.

“Oh, just let me just grab my coat, and I can help you! I have to send a letter anyway.” Vivienne offered in tone far too excited considering the nature of the situation. She didn’t really give the man a moment to agree before she shut the door and quickly retrieved her trench and parchment, all smiles. 

Even it was something as simple as giving directions– ones she’s actually didn’t know– Vivienne felt like she actually taking part in something meaningful. As if she was an important part of this mystery man’s mission and not just a prop designed to wait around for her husband to come home from work. 

As she remerged, Vivienne surveyed her surroundings, flashing the man a promising grin and a hopeful gaze. “This way.”

theta’ eyes widened a bit, as he attempted to read her lips and watched her disappear back into her home. he didn’t expect -- well that. he wasn’t familiar with the area, but he just assumed like any other place, the woman would tell him that she didn’t know where it was or hand over to him a map. he nervously stood on the front step, chewing on the inside of his cheek. the lady looked sweet, that was for sure, but she could be pulling a prank on him. -- and he wouldn’t even see it coming. what without my ears and all. 

he sighed softly to himself and looked around his surroundings every few seconds, making sure a bucket wasn’t over his head or -- well anything really. not having his sense of hearing didn’t phase theta anymore, but it did stir a problem when it came to the unknown. to surprises. he ran his hands through his hair, looking around once more before moving his gaze back towards the door, nearly jumping when he saw her standing there instead. 

“sorry -- uhh -- you really don’t need to come with me, really.” he awkwardly stated. “i can -- um --” he stopped and looked around. “where to?”

Lysander set his suitcase down beside him as he waited just outside of King’s Cross Station. He’d just come into London after being gone away for a year. That is, if you didn’t count the past holiday he’d spent visiting with family. It was certainly strange to be back, circumstances being what they were. How long he would be back, he didn’t know. But he was more than eager to see his brother. Lorcan was meant to pick him up any minute now. But as Lysander made an increasing amount of glances to his watch, he began to notice his brother was running unusually late. 

Perhaps he’d forgotten about him. That wasn’t anything like Lorcan. He very much doubted the date would slip his brother’s mind. No matter. Lysander could walk the rest of the way home. It wasn’t ideal and he was certainly disappointed. But he had two feet that worked just fine. So he picked his suit case up after another (hopeful) fifteen minutes of waiting on his brother. When it become evident that he just wasn’t coming, Ly started to make his way home even as the night sky grew darker and darker, the cool air hitting his back as he walked.

it was a bit rare for theta to accept a job when the sun was up. he didn’t mind it honestly, but for the most part, people loved going hard at night when no one can see your business (essentially). he preferred not to see someone’s business, but you can never win, especially when you are in dire need of money. 

theta ran his hand over the lump in his pocket, the amount of payment he had gotten from the night. two hundred pounds, he wasn’t sure how much that would translate to galleons, but it should be enough for another month. he sighed to himself at the thought that this was his life now; working to survive another month because of this stupid travel ban. he only wished that the ministry had done something for the foreigners, like give them free living expenses or whatnot. this is why america is so much better -- or well california. he corrected himself in his head.

getting off the train, he started to walk towards the exit of the train station. with an equipment full backpack slung on his back, and briefcase in his right hand, he made a little prayer in head that he would find a portkey on the way rather than having to walk to the leaky cauldron. walking in flip flops at night wasn’t really the best. he sighed as he reached the exit and prepared to make his walk, stopping at the view of another walking towards the direction he was heading for. “don’t got a ride?” he called out to the man, eyeing the suitcase in hand. 

Vivienne scurried to the door, reorganizing the flat as she did so. The flower arrangement needed quick primping and there were a mess of parchment papers strew about the room. She  tidied them into a neat pile before sprucing up the peonies she had picked up from a local flower shop to breath life into the otherwise drab flat. 

After a brief sprucing, Vivienne reached the door, glancing over toward the hall-side mirror before she opened it. She fussed with her curls until they fell in way that she deemed presentable. It didn’t matter who was at the door, Vivienne didn’t have the luxury of appearing disorganized, not even in the comfort of the place she was calling home. She was married to the son of Ministry of Magic for crying out loud!

Peeking through the peep hole, Vivienne was unable to place the man on the other side of the door frame. He looked like he was in hurry, impatient even. It made sense; the knocks were much louder than she thought necessary. She opened the door half way.

“Oh, I’m sorry, sir.” she answered sweetly, hoping to dissipate the man’s apparent frustration with her gentle nature. It usually seemed to do the trick. “There’s no Mr. Austin here. Just little, ol’ me. ”

theta stopped mid knock at the sight of the woman who answered the door, a bit surprised at the sight of her. mister austin -- to what he had known was an older man who lived by himself and this -- well she wasn’t mister austin. his eyes dropped to her lips as she spoke and he could feel himself turning a bit red in reaction to the mistake. “there is no mister austin?” he repeated back to the woman and looked down at the parchment with a bewildered look on his face.

his eyes searched for the address number, 245, and back up at the lettering of the house. the numbers matched, though he didn’t take note of the street names. “this house is 245 right?” he asked the woman. the tinge of red still lingered on the man’s face, though now he was just confused and a bit frustrated. he chewed on the inside of his cheek and sighed to himself, ruffling his already messy hair. “245 Wandgate Dr.” he mumbled under his breathe. 

he looked over at the street and started to walk away, not really even giving a nod of acknowledgement towards the other until he made his way down to the street. he quickly turned around and pursed his lips. “i’m sorry for knocking on your door.” he started. “but -- do you know where wandgate drive is?” he bashfully asked.

The bar was nearly empty, Rosa even thought she was the only occupant until she heard a rhythmic tapping coming from one of the tables nearby. It wouldn’t have bothered her on a normal day, but she was feeling awfully miserable and the constant drumming against wood was getting under her skin. She raised her eyes from her now empty glass to find the source of the noise. A young and attractive man was sitting alone, looking down at his watch. He seemed somewhat bothered, perhaps he was supposed to be meeting someone? She could relate, there had been many times potential customers had said they would come by at a certain time and never did. Her prior annoyance for the man dwindled away rather quickly, he seemed to be just as alone as her. After looking at the time once again, he stood up and began making his way to the bar, ordering himself a drink. “It’s quite alright, dear,” she smiled at him, fingers working in her hair to braid the long locks and get them out of her face. He looked oddly familiar, in a strange way. She knew she had never met him, but yet she felt like she had? She couldn’t explain it, but she was now very intrigued by the stranger. “You’re not from around here, are you?”

She didn’t have to ask him to know, his accent gave it away right away – American, she assumed. She hadn’t been to America before, but quite a few tourists had come to her shop wanting her goods. Unfortunately for her, the travel ban wasn’t allowing her usual amount of customers to come by. She wasn’t having money troubles, not at all, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to work. The money she had for emergencies was from her mother, it was the last thing she had of her and she didn’t want to use it if she could make her own money. Times were tough but she was tougher. Soon she’d help find the evil bastards responsible for the murders and the travel ban would be lifted. Soon.

The heart shaped locked hanging on her neck continued to glow a dull yellow color. It was one of the first things she charmed after her mother died – after she learned about her real siblings. The idea was for it to glow when one of her blood relatives was nearby, but she assumed it didn’t work. She hardly noticed it was, she was too distracted by her thoughts and the stranger and her drink, but with her hair pushed back the dim light hit her face, her eyes training down to her chest. Her heart stopped, her brown eyes wide. Was it…? Did it really mean…? Or maybe… maybe it really was broken? She couldn’t think straight – it was like her brain had turned to mush. For the first time in a long time, she was utterly speechless.

theta’s eyes caught the other’s lips halfway through her sentence, picking up around here at the right time. he chuckled at the other’s question and nodded his head. He took a second to look at the space between the two, though he stopped himself from taking a step back forward towards the lady. Manners still were a different thing between the British and Americans and he didn’t want to give off the wrong impression. “that obvious, huh?” he smiled over at the woman and shrugged. “though to be majorly honest, i didn’t grow up hearing the british accent so much, so even if i wanted to try, i wouldn’t sound like you guys.” he paused and held both his hands up. “no offense. sorry.” he apologised again.

he gave a grateful smile over to the bartender, though he paused at the man’s extended hand over to him. it took him a second to comprehend that he was asking for payment, and he cocked his head in an inquisitive manner. “i’m sorry, i didn’t catch that, how much?” his eyes watched the bartender say his response and grimaced at the amount that he had said. god, these places are so expensive. he reluctantly pulled out the coins and handed it over to the man and sighed to himself, taking a sip of his beer. 

It had been a long time since Rosa had thought about her brothers. She only knew their names, not what they looked like or where they were or how they were doing. But now, while she sat in the almost empty bar with a half full glass of wine in her painted fingers she couldn’t help but wonder. She was so alone. Sure she had friends, but they didn’t understand what she was feeling – she didn’t know what she was feeling. It was a longingness for someone she didn’t even know. For someone she had never met and, as far as she knew, never would meet. Daniel and David, that’s what where names were. She felt somewhat out of place, they were American, or that’s what her mother had told her on her deathbed. Maybe it was stupid for her to wish she had known them, to wish she had grown up with them. Things would be a lot different, she wouldn’t have her money or status and she never would have met Beatrice and the Lestranges, but maybe that would have been good for her. Sometimes she would fantasize about what they looked like, what their personalities were like, if they would like her.

She ran her free hand through her dark hair, pushing the stands out of her face and behind her ear. She wondered if it was normal to feel the way she did, she had been curious about her brothers since she found out they existed. They were the only family she had left, her step father and siblings shunning her when her mother told them the truth. And now, with Beatrice dead and Marius long gone, she felt as though she really had no one. She lifted her glass to her lips, the colored liquid cool down her throat as she finished off the wine she had been sipping at for the past hour or so. She was sure the bartender was annoyed by this, but at the moment she could care less what they thought, she was in her own little sad and pathetic world, not even realizing the locket on her necklace glowing slightly – indicating someone from the same family tree was nearby.

@thetadjr

Theta took a glance down at his watch and sighed to himself, tapping a light rhythm onto the table that he occupied. He normally didn’t walk into these place; not because he didn’t partake in the occasional drink or two, but rather, realistically he couldn’t afford it. The ban has still left the man stuck in the country, and he was left doing small jobs for his landlord or gigs whenever word of mouth goes around the UK. Gigs made money for the American, but it was always only enough for the month and then he had to struggle to make some more when he starts coming up short. His time in this bar was just another business meeting, possibly meeting up with a client to hire him for a party or (hopefully) a rave with a bigger crowd. People on drugs tend to drop money, and though that was a bit low for Theta himself, you gotta take advantage of every situation.

It was the longest stretch of time Vivienne had gone without seeing Finley since their time in Hogsmeade. She sat perched beside the windowpane in the Hog’s Head room they were renting, quill in hand as she penned a lengthy letter to her husband in her elaborate cursive dotting each “I” with a delicate heart. Romantically involved or not, Vivienne was truly worried about the man she had grown to care so deeply about.

As she rolled the parchment and laced it together with her trademark lavender ribbon, Vivienne peered out the glass in hopes of seeing her husband strolling up the pathway. Instead of Finley, she spotted a group of twenty something year olds undoubtedly up to no good. Smiling to herself, Vivienne’s mind reeled with all the wild possibilities. Perhaps banning together to rescue a damsel from the iron clan clutches of castle or even a spontaneous dip in the black lake for some moonlight swimming and light hearted fun! Oh how she longed to be apart of it all.

It was a knock at the door that shook Vivienne from her thoughts. In all her worry over her husband, she certainly hadn’t prepared for company let alone was dressed for the occasion. She didn’t even have a decent bottle of chardonnay to offer whomever was at the door.

Flattening the pleats of her dressing gown, Vivienne scurried about the flat tidying up the place as much as she possibly could before calling out, “Oh, goodness. One moment!”

“shit.” theta mumbled under his breathe. he took a second to look over at the parchment in hand and allowed his eyes to roam around the neighborhood yet again. one would think that with his few months spent in hogsmeade, he would know where to find certain places, though of course that wasn’t true in the case for theta. his eyes searched for any notice of numbers or even signs around the area, before making a few more trips down some alleyways and streets.

he stopped at what seemed to be the house he needed to make a visit for. -- yet again, the man’s mind wandered on why he was sent out to be sending a delivery rather than having an owl take it for the owner. the reasoning to why he hadn’t suggested to use a owl was the promise of another month of free rent if he were to follow through with the many packages and assorted objects he was given. would it be bad if he didn’t care that it could be dangerous things that he held. 

he shook his head at the thought and looked over at the street signs and knocked on the door. he took a second to look up at the building, taking note that this has had to be one of the few that didn’t look as badly constructed as the ones on the hogsmeade. after a few seconds, he knocked on the door again. “mister -- austin?” he called out again, knocking on the door a few more times. he tried to rather out the door knocks to not sound as impatient as he could, but he didn’t realise how hard he have been pounding on the door.