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Muets! C'est tellement stupide!
Comment muets peuvent vous être?

Ai hhuthe hevhluythuyng!!!
os ot s'ho dofhfhuycaht t'ho nhuht boh on iudhiaht.
Ai'ehm ayskuyng fuhr thuo muyrch ai khuyw!

Ah, yes. Who would like to join me at the Three Broomsticks for the first Hogsmeade trip? If I'm feeling particularly charitable, I may pay for your drink(s).
Or if you wish to join me at Honeydukes, I'd also appreciate that.
Company is welcomed and encouraged.

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Of course it's true. I only care for myself and my success. That is the only reason why one should go to school.

[The most cynical. It is her.]

Are you asking as a teacher or as my father?

Which one do you think, Rose?

[Because...honestly? Is that a question that even needs to be asked?]

I wouldn't be surprised if it was the former.

[Ow.]

As your dad, Rose.

[There's a polite knock on his door a little bit later.]

[The lack of response was discouraging. He'd thought that she was ignoring him or something. With the way it was going, he wouldn't have been surprised.

But when the knock comes, his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. Honestly, she's the only one it could be. So he heads to the door and pulls it open, immediately stepping aside to allow her to come in.]

Hey... Thanks for coming.

[Rose, surprisingly, looks like her usual. It is near impossible to tell that she's been upset. She's very good at holding everything at arm's length. But there something with the way she holds herself and the feel like there's just a dark cloud looming over her that's unsettling.

She steps in after giving a polite curtsy.]

You asked so politely. It would be rather unbecoming of me to just outright ignore it.

[He's not quite sure what to say to that. And he doesn't know her well enough to really get a sense that she's so... off. But since he knows what's wrong, he knows that any calmness is just an act.]

You wanna sit down? Want something to drink? I'm really bad at being British, I don't have tea. I can make coffee, though. Or hot chocolate. I think I have a bag of Doritos around here if you want something to eat...

[He's... really bad at this, isn't he?]

That makes two of us. I'm fairly terrible at being British, seeing as I was raised in France. [Is she trying to be funny. A little.]

Can you make Espresso?

[She lightly drags a chair to his desk.] I think I can hold out until dinner time comes. No need to have a crisis because the only thing you might have at hand for our impromptu meet is a bag of chips.

Edited 2012-10-06 04:28 (UTC)

[He can't help but smile a little at that. It's good to know they're both a little out of their element- nevermind the fact Bro's been in England for at least 20 years now. He just doesn't like tea all that much.]

I ain't ever tried, but now's a good a time as any. But if you do get hungry, the offer for the chips is still on the table.

[He moves to start making her drink now.]

Espresso machines are the devil. Mother got one for a gift, and we use it regularly, but it took a rather ridiculous amount of time to actually figure it out. Still, the tiny colored containers of different flavors are just alluring.

[It's one of the few things they have that is rather unorthodox for a pureblood family to own. But...Rose's mom was also a socialite.]

[It's probably a good thing that he's got his back turned to her, because he grins at that. Sometimes he forgets that so many people are pureblood and have no idea how appliances work. He affectionately finds it amusing as hell.]

I bet.

[You can probably hear the grin on his voice.]

I'm sure it's a lot fancier than what I'm making, though. Sorry if it turns out shitty.

Edited 2012-10-06 04:42 (UTC)

Really, most of the time it took was because she wouldn't let me have the damned instructions. And everything looks like gibberish when you're slightly inebriated. [Trying to get the instruction manual from a drunk woman. Have you tried it before? It's stupid and the hugest time waster.]

I've always wanted to know what it's like to be of lower class. My dreams are coming true. [She's just playing.]

Ahaha, yeah. She can get pretty stubborn when she's drunk. Believe me, I know. Though it has it's perks. I'm pretty sure one time I convinced her Chuck E Cheese was high class muggle cuisine.

[There's a slight pause.]

And I resent that. I'm totally high class. In an ironically shitty kinda way. I'm practically rolling in money.

So you're the asshole who convinced her to try and have one of my birthday parties there. I should have known.

Of course. Your throne at Chuck E Cheese is waiting for you as we speak.

Who else could it have been? I'm insulted that you didn't immediately think of me.

[...Nevermind the fact she had no idea you existed up until parent's day. Oops.]

I should go quit and take up my position as King of the Ballpit right now.

It was such a traumatic experience that I had blocked it out of my mind completely.

[She purposely didn't mention that.]

They miss you so much. Constant letters requesting for your valiant return.

See, I'd apologize, but the satisfaction of making her believe it was high class is just too much. Sorry, kiddo.

But hey, you're welcome to take up the role of Princess in my stead. They'd probably like you better. At least the decoration would be way better with you in charge.

[A few seconds later, he turns around with a cup in hand, offering a smile to her as he walks over and hands her the cup.]</small.

You make it sound like it's some glorious feat. She can be rather naive, you know.

I'll kindly pass. I'm not fit to be one of such a high end establishment, unfortunately. They wouldn't approve of my fanciful color schemes, anyways.

[She takes the cup from him, taking a small sip from it.]

I dunno, I still think you'd make the place look way better than it does, but if that's really how you feel...

[He pulls a chair up next to her, instead of taking a seat across. He'd rather be closer than have a desk separating them.]

Alright, so... You wanna tell me what happened, now?

[She sighs and digs her journal out of her bag and hands it to him.]

I'd appreciate if you didn't read my entire journal, but I think you trust my privacy enough to only acquire what you need to know.

[Considering her previous doubt of him, he's a little surprised that she would trust him enough to read her journal. But he doesn't question it, because that would just call attention to it.]

You got it.

[He opens it, looking specifically for red ink and glossing over anything that isn't his business. When he finds it, he stops. When he reads it, his reaction is immediate. He grips the paper tighter and lets a breath hiss out.]

Oh for fucks sake...

[He closes the journal and thrusts it in Rose's direction, letting his head fall back against the chair.]

I'm sorry. That was... really fucking uncool of him.

[You're still her father. But her trust is a very fragile thing, so it helps that he's willing to not snoop. Like he really needs to feed that fire already blazing.

She just takes it back from him and puts it back in his schoolbag.]

I have no plans on speaking to your son anytime soon. He can do whatever stupid things he wishes to do. It's not my business.

[You know it's bad when she refers to Dave as his son and not by name nor as her own sibling.] No need to apologize. It's not like you were the one to completely disregard my attempts of trying to show that I care and throw it into the wind.

[He's quiet for a few moments as he just... seethes. He'd told Dave that he couldn't protect him from Snow, and then he'd... gone and done that. It was just. What the fuck was he thinking?

And then to treat Rose like that? It was just screwed up, and he was kinda pissed off. But he took a few deep breaths. He had a kid in front of him to tend to, and he couldn't lose his temper and go off and punish Dave without first making sure she's okay. So finally, he lifts his head back up and looks at her.]

I just don't want you to think that just because... y'know. [He means the fact that you've only known he's your dad for a little while.] That I'm playing favourites or something. That he's gonna get off easy, or that I don't care. Because I do.

[Rose just speaks in a slight deadpan. She's totally over it. Except she's totally not.]

Teenagers do dumb things all the time. Your son was being exceptionally dumb and compromised more than just himself, that's all. No harm done. I don't really care at this point. I have classes to worry about and better things to do with my time.

If you want to do that, be my guest.

[Best way to deflect. Just be her snooty self. She's good at this one!]

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