#bespoke suits ;l

[carolineandrew1]

The Ultimate Guide to Suits in London: Where to Find the Best Tailors, Fabrics and Prices

London is a city with a rich history of tailoring, and there are many talented tailors in the city who can create bespoke suits and shirts that are both stylish and comfortable. If you are looking for a tailor in London, there are a few things you should keep in mind:

· What is your budget? 

Tailored suits and shirts can range in price from a few hundred pounds to several thousand pounds. It is important to set a budget before you start shopping so that you do not overspend.

· What is your style? 

Do you prefer classic or modern styles? Do you want a suit that is formal or informal? Once you know what your style is, you can start looking for tailors who specialize in that style.

· What is your body type? 

Here are a Few of the Best Tailors in London:

Once you have found a few tailors that you are interested in, it is important to schedule an appointment so that you can meet with them and discuss your needs. The tailor will take your measurements and ask you about your style preferences. They will also show you samples of their work so that you can see their craftsmanship.

After your appointment, the tailor will create a prototype of your suit or shirt. This prototype will be made from a rough fabric so that you can try it on and make any necessary adjustments. Once you are happy with the prototype, the tailor will create your final garment.

FAQs on Top Tailor in London

· What is the difference between a tailored shirt and a ready-to-wear shirt?

A tailored shirt in London is made to your exact measurements, while a ready-to-wear shirt is made to a standard size. This means that a tailored shirt will fit you much better than a ready-to-wear shirt.

· How much does it cost to have a suit tailored?

The cost of tailoring a suit depends on the tailor and the fabric you choose. However, you can expect to pay anywhere from a few hundred pounds to several thousand pounds

· How long does it take to have a suit tailored?

Conclusion: Bespoke Tailor in London

If you are looking for bespoke suit in London, there are many talented tailors who can create a garment that is both stylish and comfortable. By following the tips in this blog post, you can find the perfect tailor for your needs.

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[witheredgardenparty]

In Sets of Threes

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Aventurine x g/n Reader

He thinks sometimes that he might be resentful. (or, the one where you are a little too kind.)

Warnings: yandere dynamics, soft yandere, Aventurine's backstory and use of real name, all of the warnings that come with his backstory (if you know, you know), we do not linger on it but it is there, gambling, suicidal ideology, stalking, unreliable narrator, attempted mind games, Reader is hurt (not by violence), implied past abuse against Reader (ambiguous situation), Reader might be manipulative but we cannot trust the narrator... but what if?!, 'came back wrong' trope except the death is metaphorical, L*igi G*lvani

Word Count: 3.4k

Kakavasha is born a single grain of sand. A sliver of chromium quartzite among infinite others. Small, but no less important in the grander design of the desert. A piece of a whole.

He is born into love.

A shattering tears hearth from home. A grain becomes a grit becomes an irritation. He struggles and struggles and struggles until time and effort wear him down into something shining. Into something with edges. Anything deemed unnecessary, dispensable, is whittled away. He is left a remnant of carved facets and mirrored surfaces. What remains is worth showing off. Worth selling.

Whoever he once was dies with a number and a brand. A single bet leaves a corpse’s mouth, and something else takes his place. Wrath drapes his skin like a coat. Spite props the skeleton upright. Grief keeps the blood pumping.

Aventurine wins the bet, of course. He always does. Blood stained rags make way for bespoke suits. Calloused hands are protected in ink dyed lamb leather. He adorns himself in gold bands and bright colors.

(With great irony, he covers himself in peacock feathers. He means it as a warning, as an omen, but the intent is lost on his marks entirely. They mistake it for opulence or charm. Anyone who would have remembered the significance is no longer watching.)

Observers call it ‘indulgence’, but he knows better. Only the nature of his chains have changed.

In games of chance, there is no tolerance for error. He learns to hide the tremor. He is trained to suppress the flinch. The ever growing familiarity of sneering faces is met with a radiant smile.

He hates that it becomes second nature to him.

He hates the rot he lets fester inside himself.

He hates the way you look at him even more.

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[solaireverie]

dr3 + mv33 | call it what you want

pairing: daniel ricciardo x max verstappen x f!reader

summary: [ social media au ] the internet will believe anything but the truth about you and your boyfriends

warnings: language, there's a few jokes about dan and y/n "adopting" max

faceclaim: gemma chan

author’s note: RAH RAH POLYSHIPPING LET'S GO PARTY PEOPLE. this au is so close to my heart. enjoy!

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yourusername the kenergy is strong 🏖

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user we can always count on y/n to confirm that the boys are still alive during break 😌

↪ yourusername at your service 🫡

landonorris max's shirt lol

↪ yourusername daniel convinced him that it's fashionable 🙄

↪ danielricciardo was i wrong?

↪ yourusername keep telling yourself that 😐

↪ maxverstappen1 you didn't like it?

↪ yourusername NO babe that's not what i meant. you looked great ❤️ just maybe think twice before listening to daniel's fashion advice in the future

↪ danielricciardo EXCUSE YOU 😒

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daniel3.jpg respect the cuddle schedule, y/n ☹️

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yourusername screw the cuddle schedule i got here first

↪ yourusername it's max's fault for taking too long in the shower anyways

↪ maxverstappen1 lies. slander. my lawyers will be in contact

user what's the story behind the caption and the comments 👀

↪ maxverstappen1 y/n was being mean

↪ yourusername max was being a sore loser

↪ user i'm still confused 🧐

user why do they need a cuddle schedule in the first place???

↪ yourusername because max and daniel like to hog each other 😺

↪ user y/n having to fight for her bf's attention with his best friend 😮‍💨 i could never

user jimmy and sassy at the last picture: are we a joke to you 🤨

↪ yourusername nOOoOoOoo i love my adopted cat children very much i promise 😭

yourusername has added to their story

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formulafashion max verstappen attends close friend y/n l/n's birthday party in a bespoke suit, which is a rare move for the typically casually dressed driver.

when asked about his outfit choice, max said that it was "a favor" and that "they're lucky i love them" 😳 could love be in the cards for red bull's superstar?

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user *they're* lucky i love *them* 👀

user when did max get have the time to date? he's always with daniel and y/n 😂

↪ user maybe it's one of their mutual friends? 🤷

user whoever it is i hope that y/n and daniel approve 🥹

↪ user who are we kidding, they've probably given max's partner the shovel talk already lol

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yourusername they are the best thing that's ever been mine 🤍

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user THE TWIST 😱😱😱

danielricciardo the triangle is the strongest shape 😌

↪ maxverstappen1 you are so cringe

↪ yourusername don't listen to him he's wearing your hoodie and blushing rn 🥹

user who saw this coming be honest

↪ landonorris me 🙋 btw @.danielricciardo you still owe me five gallons of milk for sneaking max and y/n into your driver's room

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[blueiscoool]

The 170-Foot Sailing Yacht 'Reposado'

'Reposado' is available for charter in the Med, with rates starting at roughly $146,800 per week.

The custom 170-footer, which was recently delivered by Tramontana and listed for charter with IYC, combines the cruising capabilities of a high-tech sailer with the lavish amenities of a luxury superyacht.

Penned by the Croatian yard’s in-house team, Reposado features a sleek, contemporary exterior and an expansive, light-filled interior. The vessel is centered around a generous main salon that showcases elegant decor and bespoke furniture inspired by nature. The warm, inviting space is adorned with a plush L-shaped sofa, a coffee table, and a sophisticated bar from which you can enjoy your favorite reposado. Forward of the salon lies a formal dining area with a custom 12-seat table.

The Reposado can sleep 12 in six convertible cabins. Both the owner’s suite and the VIP measure the full width of the 28-foot beam. Seafarers (and any furry friends) will be attended to by a highly experienced crew of 10.

The exterior decks are geared toward entertaining. The sundeck is adorned with a wet bar, a fire pit, and an alfresco dining table at one end and a huge lounge at the other. Toward the center of the deck, an eight-seat Jacuzzi and sizeable sun pad sit beneath one of the two towering masts. At the aft, Reposado is outfitted with a giant beach club that gives guests direct access to the sea. The vessel also has a full arsenal of water toys, including a chase boat and Jet Skis.

In terms of grunt, Reposado is powered by twin Caterpillar C18 engines that enable a cruising speed of 12 knots and a top speed of 14 knots.

[lisbeth-kk]

May 15 prompt: green (thanks for the tag @calaisreno @raina-at

Cherished moments

The winter’s been horrible for both of them. For Sherlock it started in January. He finally managed to get covid now that the pandemic’s almost over.

Once he’d recovered, it was John’s turn. Working his arse off at the hospital for the last two years without catching the virus, was nothing but a miracle. John’s the world’s worst patient, but luckily it didn’t last as long as Sherlock’s illness. Small blessings.

Not being able to travel or do anything remotely interesting for what feels like decades, Sherlock’s decided to whisk John away for their fifth wedding anniversary. They haven’t celebrated much over the years, just a nice dinner followed by a classical concert. Sherlock always decides where to dine, while John picks the concert. It’s a win-win situation.

***

Sherlock’s sits at the desk when John comes home.

“Ah, John! Just the one,” Sherlock exclaims.

“Hello, gorgeous,” John smiles and kisses the top of Sherlock’s head.

Sherlock makes room for John to climb onto his lap for a proper snog.

“What are you up to?” John asks, a bit breathless.

“A surprise. Can you take some days off the week after next? Say Monday until Thursday,” Sherlock inquires.

“A surprise, eh? Well, I’ve worked up some goodwill I think, so that should be fine,” John says, massaging Sherlock’s scalp.

Sherlock closes his eyes and purrs with delight.

“Sounds like a jaguar again,” John murmurs and sucks at Sherlock’s bottom lip, which elicits another purr.

John sits back a little, stroking Sherlock’s shoulders and down his arms.

“So, my beautiful husband. Does this surprise has anything to do with our wedding anniversary?”

“My clever husband,” Sherlock smirks.

“Can I decide anything, or is it only you this year?” John inquires.

“Only me. For now,” Sherlock states lazily, reaches out for John and pulls him in for a deep kiss.

***

Despite the tediousness of the last week, it’s all worth it when John realises they’re going on a private plane. Working for Mycroft on occasion has its benefits, Sherlock admits. 

“Gosh, this really is a lovely way to travel,” John sighs contended and reaches out for Sherlock’s hand.

“Indeed,” Sherlock agrees. 

“Are you going to tell me where your taking me, then?” John asks, lacing his fingers with Sherlock’s.

“It has many names. The city of clichés. The city of love. The most romantic city in the world, cover most of it, I think.”

“Are you serious? We’re going to Paris?”

John beams at Sherlock and Sherlock can’t resist the urge to lean in and kiss John softly.

“We are,” he whispers in John’s ear. “I’ve…um…borrowed Mycroft’s card when I made the hotel reservation. Hôtel de l´Abbaye in Saint-Germain-Des-Prés. It’s a suite, obviously, two floors with a balcony overseeing the famous green garden. Looks quite promising on the web site.”

“You are amazing,” John breathes and cups Sherlock’s face, tracing both thumbs over his cheekbones.

Sherlock leans into John’s touch when John moves his hands to pull Sherlock’s hair just the way he loves it. He moans and closes his eyes.

“My marvellous John,” he murmurs.

***

A black car waits on the tarmac. As they descend the stairs from the plane, a chauffeur emerges in full uniform.

“Bonsoir, messieurs,” the man greets them.

John knows Sherlock’s fluent in French, and John knows a few phrases himself, but he’s never got the pronunciation quite right. He’ll lean on Sherlock for that. Besides, he loves hearing Sherlock speaking foreign languages, French in particular.

They sit like besotted teenagers in the back seat of the car, fingers interlaced, thighs pressing against the other, alternately looking out the windows and exchanging soft kisses.

Once they arrive at the hotel, John’s a bit dazed. It’s almost like he’s participating in a romantic film. Sherlock behaves like a proper Frenchman, with gesturing hands, flawless language, bespoke suit and  grace like a dancer. John just stares at him with awe. It’s similar to his behaviour at crime scenes, but also completely different. There’s no one who calls him names or glares at him with contempt.

The photos from the web site didn’t lie. Their suite’s exquisite and luxurious. John walks around to survey the spacious room.

“I’ve ordered room service,” Sherlock calls from downstairs.

“Perfect,” John retorts and opens the door to the balcony.

The temperature is still quite comfortable, and the air smells of lavender. John sighs happily and startles a bit when familiar arms caress him.

“I didn’t mean to spook you, John,” Sherlock says quietly and kisses his temple.

“It’s fine, love. I was just a bit lost in thought. This is…er…I…”

John turns in Sherlock’s arms and looks at him with shiny eyes. Sherlock cocks an eyebrow at him, silently asking if everything’s all right.

“Got a bit overwhelmed,” John says sheepishly. “I’ve always wanted to go to Paris, you know. You making my dream come through just hit me, and this beautiful place is perfect. Being here with you is perfect. Thank you.”

Their lips meet and John whimpers desperate, grabbing Sherlock’s plush arse while sucking at his bottom lip, then moving his lips to the long neck. 

“How much time do we have before the food arrives,” John asks hoarsely.

“Enough,” Sherlock pants and pulls John tighter.

***

They have breakfast on the balcony. The morning is warm, and it’s partly clouded. A perfect day for exploring the city.

To John’s surprise Sherlock concurs to take a trip with a double decker bus. John wants to see all the famous sites but doesn’t want to spend all day walking long distances or taking the metro. They sit in the back at the top of the bus, which is only half full. Between sites, Sherlock deduces the other passengers to John’s amusement.

A few metres from the bus stop, a familiar car waits for them. John sends Sherlock a quizzical look.

“Patience,” Sherlock mutters, grabs John’s hand and steers him toward the car.

The chauffeur, Antoine, clearly knows where they’re headed. John’s too happy to bother pestering Sherlock about their destination. Instead he leans his head against Sherlock’s shoulder. Sherlock puts an arm around him, and they sit in companionable silence until the car stops.

Sherlock leaps out of the car and heads for the boot. He hands a large blanket to John and takes a picnic basket from Antoine. 

“Merci beaucoup,” Sherlock says and gestures for John to walk into the park.

Square de Batignolles is a peaceful oasis. They find a secluded space in the shadows. John spreads out the blanket on the lawn and Sherlock opens the basket, which is filled to the brim with delicacies. Different cheeses, cured meat, baguettes, marmalade, croissants, fruit, a bottle of red wine, glasses and two pieces of cake. 

They lie down when they’ve devoured the food, and John props himself up on an elbow, looking down at Sherlock.

“You’re eyes are so green today,” John says. 

“Just mirroring the leaves above us, John,” Sherlock explains.

“Nope. They’ve been like that all day,” John retorts stubbornly.

“Well, I’ll have to take you to “Le Train Bleu” tonight just to prove you wrong then,” Sherlock teases.

He reaches for John’s hand and kisses the palm tenderly.

“Happy Anniversary, John.”

“Happy Anniversary, my love,” John says, lifts Sherlock’s hand to his mouth and mirrors Sherlock’s act.  

On this date 24 years ago I got married, so it had to be a wedding anniversary for the boys as well.

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[rebelrayne]

writing patterns

saw this in another fandom so gonna steal cause it looked cool but changing from 10 to 5 works.

Rules: Share the first paragraph of your last five published works or as many as you are able and see if there are any patterns!

It’d been a year. Twelve months. Three-hundred sixty-five fucking days since Ava had ripped his heart out on national television. (on the market)

Zoe liked men that were mature. Sophisticated. The type that knew how to pair just the right glass of Merlot with an Italian dish. She loved a man that dressed in a suit—perfectly tailored and crisp. He dressed well, but he’d change into his gray sweatpants and cuddle her on the couch. Leaning in, he’d kiss her tenderly. So slowly that her heart pounding behind the bars of her ribcage would burst. The perfect kind of man—that was what she liked. (imperfect & flawed)

Hamish groaned to himself as he knocked on the door of his parents’ luxurious Chelsea penthouse. It’d been a year since he and Ivy had broken up, but his family didn’t seem to think he was over it. (H ♥ L I D A T E)

“Hey, Maeve! Over here!” Thabi yelled from across the street. Her large smile sparkled. Stretching her body as she brought herself to her tiptoes and leaned to one side, Thabi waved overly enthused, as she normally did. Almost losing her balance, she tipped but James placed a hand on her shoulder to steady her as they both laughed. (Hey Sweetheart)

Anything Hamish Lennox-Ross touched turned to ‘sold’. He could even sell seashells on Brighton Beach and people would have tripped over themselves to buy the damn conches. Selling real estate came easily to him—his confidence and silver tongue gave him an edge on the competition. Not to mention, he was a good-looking guy. Who didn’t look at Hamish and think he was sexy as sin? He had a sparkling white smile that paired perfectly with his bespoke Brioni suits, plus a Rolex Datejust he’d bought using his Christmas bonus the year before. Hey, it was a big check—he was really good at selling real estate. The last year had given him nothing to do but throw himself into work anyway. (it'll cost you) (cheated here but the first chapter has been deleted in the draft so this is technically the first chapter now)

tagging but no pressure :) @caitkaminski @justtuesdays @lucas-koh @longbobmckenzie @mrsbsmooth @operationnope @queen-of-boops @0shewrites0

[writing-intheundercroft]

When We're Older || Caulfield House

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Word Count: 10,785

Chapter Rating: T

A/N: I've neglected updating my long fic on tumblr, so posting some chapters that have come out in the last two months!

December 1892

“Do I look alright?” Sebastian hesitated, staring at himself in the mirror. 

“Sebastian, for the millionth time, I am blind.” Ominis gasped exasperatedly, leaning his head into his palm. 

Sebastian fidgeted as Mr. Hill fitted his tailcoat.  A dinner jacket was lying on the table next to them as he pinned the lapels down. 

“And you’re quite sure I need both?” Sebastian asked again.  

“Quite sure,” Mr. Hill said, waving his wand. A perfectly spaced parade of pins flew past him, pinning exactly where Mr. Hill had marked his jacket. “You can never know with muggles–they are rather formal.”

“Besides, you’ll need both soon anyways.” Ominis reminded him. “For London, after graduation.”

“Right,” Sebastian mumbled.  He crunched the numbers in his mind; two bespoke suits would cost quite a few galleons, and with him being gone for the holidays, he wouldn’t have any extra shifts at the Three Broomsticks to replenish his funds.  That would mean pulling overtime once the spring term had started, on top of studying for the NEWT exams and taking care of Theo.

“Quite a big trip, eh?” Mr. Hill smirked. “Meeting the parents.”

Sebastian flushed horribly; he wished he’d never said anything. “It’s for the holidays,” he mumbled. “Ominis is coming as well.”

Ominis , Sebastian thought, who already had multiple dinner jackets and tailcoats.  Sebastian had tried to squeeze into Ominis’s spare jacket, but it had been too tight.  While Sebastian had been a little annoyed that Ominis was also invited to meet Lord Caulfield over the holidays, he couldn’t help feeling relieved that he would have a familiar face around, and one that was well trained in matters of high society.

“It’ll be great fun,” Ominis declared. “You’ll meet Theo’s father, we’ll have a proper Christmas, and be back home to celebrate the New Year in Feldcroft.”

Sebastian swallowed thickly. The trip was a bigger deal than he’d let on; while Theo was ecstatic to finally show the boys her home, Sebastian had other things in mind.  Given the nature of their relationship and how far things had progressed, Sebastian knew meeting her father was long overdue.  He had every intention of falling on one knee the minute they graduated from Hogwarts, and in that case, had about six months to plan a proposal.  

First, it required a certain man’s permission.

“I think that should do it.” Mr. Hill said firmly, brushing Sebastian’s shoulders. “Take a look–a fine young man.”

Sebastian stared at himself in the mirror, quite shocked.  The only suit he’d ever owned was a tartan jacket that Solomon had begrudgingly bought him when he was fourteen; it no longer fit, long shoved in the back of Sebastian’s trunk at home.  He’d worn the school suit every day of his life, of course, but that was a uniform.  In the mirror, wearing a black wool tailcoat and full length pants, Sebastian saw a grown man.

If he squinted hard enough, he might see his father.

Sebastian appraised himself in the mirror; the pants were long, touching the tops of the shiny shoes Ominis had insisted were necessary for a formal look.  The wool coat nipped his waist in tight, and made his shoulders look broad.  Mr. Hill had insisted on a dark green tie, one that complimented their house colors.  He would need several shirts, starched and ironed daily, to swap out during the trip. Sebastian had entertained the idea of another colored jacket, but seeing the price of the fabric on the bolt, he hesitated.  Any further wardrobe purchases would have to be made further down the line, when he’d gotten back to work.

“I need a haircut,” Sebastian groaned. That would also cost extra.

“A shave too, I might add.” Mr. Hill chuckled. “Alright, down with you–I’ll make final adjustments and have the packages delivered to the school for you before you leave.”

Sebastian stepped down from the podium, and began stripping behind the changing screen.  Quickly changing back into his well-worn trousers and soft knit jumper, Sebastian finally felt at ease.  He was himself again, not playing pretend as a grown up. He couldn’t imagine wearing a suit to work every day–he hoped curse breakers didn’t have a specified uniform.

Sebastian and Ominis walked back to the school, trudging through the wet streets.  They’d just made it through their end of term exams, yet the weather was so mild, the snow hadn’t stuck to the ground.  It was still chilly enough to call for their coats, which they wrapped tightly around themselves to fight the wind.

“Are you planning on asking him?” Ominis inquired.

“Asking who?” 

Ominis rolled his milky blue eyes. “Planning on asking Theo’s father for her hand.”

Sebastian took in a sharp breath; there was no hiding secrets from his best friend. “I am. Probably.” he kicked a rock on the path. “If the timing is right.” 

Ominis let out a sigh, smiling into his Slytherin scarf. “Who would’ve thought, Sebastian Sallow, a married man at eighteen.”

Sebastian bit back his grin. “I love her, Ominis.” It was a simple sentence, nothing else needed to portray how he felt.

Ominis quite uncharacteristically threw his arm around Sebastian, drawing him closer. “I’m proud of you, you know that?” he said, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Get off, you big sap,” Sebastian complained; he did so with a broad smile on his face.

“I’m being serious,” Ominis snorted. “Look at you–-how far you’ve come.  You know, when we first met Theo, I thought she was the worst thing to ever happen to you.  But now…Merlin, I don’t know where you’d be without her.” he admitted.

“I’m not quite sure either.” Sebastian merely shrugged.

“Do you have…er, a ring?” Ominis asked.

Sebastian kicked another stone off the path. “Not yet,” he admitted sheepishly.  He had taken a look through Mr. Hill’s meager jewelry selection; nothing seemed nearly fancy enough to pass as an engagement ring. After quite a mortifying conversation with Sirona, ending with her promising not to spill the beans, Sebastian learned that most wizarding folk got their wedding jewelry made bespoke–something he certainly couldn’t afford after having purchased an entire new wardrobe to meet Theo’s father.

“What about your mother’s ring?” Ominis asked softly. 

Sebastian chewed on his lower lip. “I’ve thought about it…but I know Anne wouldn’t be happy with me.” 

It had been an unspoken promise between the twins that Anne would receive their mother’s engagement ring. She’d been enamored with the glittering emerald since they were toddlers, and it had pained Anne to let Solomon put the bauble in their Gringotts vault.  Had Anne not protested so hard, he was sure Solomon would’ve sold it to pay for their school supplies.  Sebastian had already received his father’s golden pocket watch, so it really was only fair that Anne got to keep their mother’s ring for herself.

“I could bring it up with Anne, if that helps.” Ominis offered.

“It would only upset her,” Sebastian reminded him. “I appreciate your offer though.  Do you know when you’ll see her next?” he inquired.  He couldn’t hold back the hopeful tone in his voice; after finding out Theo was also seeing Anne, he eagerly awaited the day she would accept his presence.  

Ominis licked his lips. “Actually, I’m seeing her tomorrow.  Wanted to give her some presents before we leave.” 

Sebastian sighed, nuzzling his face deeper into his scarf. “Oh.”

“I know you’re disappointed, but she will come around.” Ominis promised. “I know it.”

Sebastian only shrugged, glad that Ominis couldn’t see the frown on his face. “I know she will.”

“And there’s a cart of sweets from Honeydukes?  I’m stuck riding in a wooden wagon, while you lot are traveling in the lap of luxury.” Sebastian scoffed, leaning back into the plush seats of their cabin.  Theo was seated next to him, her feet draped across his lap.  Ominis, who could sleep literally anywhere, was curled up on the bench opposite them.

Theo grinned, taking a bite of her licorice wand. “We have a much longer journey than you do.” she reminded him. 

“He has a point,” Ominis offered, leaning his head into his hand. “We could just take thestral carriages. Would be a lot faster.”

Theo winced, shuddering at the memory of her last thestral drawn carriage ride. “Don’t remind me.”

“Anyways, tell us everything we need to know.” Sebastian cleared his throat, changing the subject away from Theo’s horrible experience. “Who we’re meeting, where we’re staying, everything.”

Theo fell back against the bench, twirling the licorice wand around. “So it’ll be a rather small affair, just you two, Great-aunt Gertie, and dad.” she paused for a moment. “Perhaps my Aunt Elizabeth, and my cousin, James.”

Sebastian stiffened slightly.  It had been a long time since Theo had mentioned her distant cousin; he knew that Theo’s father favored him, and that there had been some expectation in the past that he and Theo might court one another for the sake of the family.  He had no idea what he looked like, or anything about him, really–any discussion of James had ceased once their relationship had taken off.

Theo started fumbling with the ribbons on her dress. “It’s silly, but we dress up for dinner.  And at one point, I really would love to take both of you ice skating.” she said, twirling the ribbon in her fingers. “You two are sharing a room, I think.  I had Nan confirm it.”

“Nan?” Sebastian asked, raising an eyebrow.

“My governess,” Theo admitted. “She and Aunt Gertie are the only ones who know you’re coming.”

Sebastian felt his heart beating out of his chest in panic. “Your father doesn’t know?”

Theo rolled her eyes, her feet falling from his lap as she sat upright. “He knows I’m bringing home two friends.” she shrugged. “He doesn’t care for specifics.”

Sebastian looked out the window, watching the snow fall.  He couldn’t help feeling irked at Theo’s nonchalance–it was one thing for her not to talk about him to her father over the summer, but they were serious now.  Serious to the point where Sebastian was ready to ask her father for her hand in marriage, yet she didn’t think it important enough to mention that she was bringing him home for the holidays.

“Excuse me,” Sebastian grumbled, pushing himself up from the bench.  He could feel Theo’s eyes roving over him as he exited the cabin, rushing down towards the lavatory. With the door shut behind him, he shut his eyes, trying to steady his breath.

She loved him, Sebastian thought to himself. They’d been together for nearly a year now, and they’d shared so much during that short time. Theo had seen him at his very worst (he shuddered at that memory) and was always encouraging him to be his best. Yet even as he reminded himself of just how much Theo loved him, he felt the tiny seed of doubt planted in the pit of his stomach.  

Sebastian splashed water on his face, shaking out his anxiety.  He slid the lavatory door open, yelping at the sight of Theo standing right in front of him.

“I did try to stop her,” Ominis yelled from the hallway. “I’m going back before someone steals our seats.” 

“What is it?” Theo huffed, crossing her arms. Despite his annoyance at her, Sebastian couldn’t deny how exquisite she looked. Her plaid dress brought out the warmth in her skin, a pretty little bow attached at the end of her braid.  She was wearing the maroon dueling gloves Sebastian had bought her for her eighteenth birthday–a meager offering, he’d thought, but she’d worn them every day since.

“It’s nothing,” Sebastian insisted, pushing past her. “Let’s go back to Ominis.” 

“It’s not nothing,” Theo grumbled, tugging on his arm. “Tell me.”

Sebastian rolled his eyes, turning to face her; she was pouting, big round eyes staring up at him. “It’s just…you didn’t tell your father I was coming.” Sebastian strained. “I don’t even know if he knows about me. About us .”

Theo chewed on her lower lip. “He knows you exist,” she admitted. “That there’s someone important to me.”

“Does he know just how important ?” Sebastian grumbled. “Important like a friend, or like a lover?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Theo insisted, tugging on his arm. “All that matters is how I feel about you. You know my father could care less about me, my personal life.”

“I care,” Sebastian argued. “I care that he knows. That I have every intention of spending the rest of my life with you.  Can you say the same?”  The words came out of his mouth before he could stop, immediately regretting them.

Theo released his arms, clearly affronted. “I want to spend Christmas with you, Sebastian.  With you, in my home.  Isn’t that enough?”

It wasn’t , Sebastian thought, but he didn’t want to fight with her on the train.  Adelaide and Poppy had already opened their cabin door, looking out into the hall to see who was making all the noise.  Sebastian turned Theo, whose eyes were glassy with tears.

“Let’s just forget about it,” Sebastian insisted. “And go back to Ominis, okay?”

She nodded, blinking back her tears.  Sebastian didn’t miss Poppy, mouthing a question to Theo.  

“I’m fine, Poppy.” Theo declared. “Dust in the eye.”

It was hard to enjoy the rest of the train ride to London; Sebastian felt as if he were sitting on eggshells next to Theo, who had her arms crossed. The trio eventually disembarked at Kings Cross Station, following Theo as she guided them out of the station, dragging their trunks behind them as she searched for her father’s carriage. A kindly old footman yelled out to her, and Theo charged towards him, grinning from ear to ear. 

Despite his nerves, Sebastian couldn’t help tipping his head towards the window as they rode through London.  Theo excitedly pointed out her favorite things as they passed–a dressmaker her mother used to like, a particularly good tea shop, a bookstore she wanted to take the boys to before they went home for the new year.  He watched her reflection in the window, relishing the wide smile on her face. No matter how irked he’d been, any feelings of annoyance were washed away at the sight of her twinkling with happiness.

At the same time, his hand absentmindedly flew to his pocket, making sure his wallet was inside. He’d already splurged on his new clothes and Christmas presents for Theo and Ominis; he hoped the exchange rate for pounds at Gringotts would be favorable. 

The carriage pulled into a residential neighborhood; the houses were stately and grand, each decorated lavishly from the outside for the holidays. Sebastian gulped, hoping the two suits he’d bought were fine enough for the occasion.  They eventually came to a halt in front of a red bricked manor, lined with Christmas garland. Every window had candles lit in it, and he could see the shadow of a large Christmas tree in the window.

“Dad sure went overboard,” Theo rolled her eyes as the carriage door opened. “Come, let’s get inside.”

The trio clambered out of the carriage; they’d had to be quite creative in concealing Ominis’s wand considering it was his first foray in the muggle world. In anticipation of their trip, Professor Weasley had helped Theo conjure a cane that could conceal Ominis’s wand, while still providing him his echolocation spell for guidance.  Sebastian held his arm out for the blond as they walked towards the door–he still seemed shaky.

Sebastian blinked heavily as they walked through the doors. He’d never been in a house so grand before in his life; it seemed every inch of the walls were covered in large tapestries or grand pieces of artwork.  He handed their cloaks over to a maid, rubbing his sweaty palms on his new wool trousers. Theo was hugging an older woman, gesturing for the boys to come closer.

“Nan, this is Sebastian Sallow and Ominis Gaunt,” Theo introduced them. “My two very best friends.”

Friends , Sebastian thought bitterly. He had to have made a face, considering Theo was glaring at him.

“A pleasure to meet you boys,” the older woman smiled at them. “Everyone has been quite excited to meet Miss Caulfield’s friends from school.”

“Fantastic to meet you,” Sebastian smiled in return, dipping his head in reverence as he shook her hand. Nan shook Ominis’s hand as well, but her beaming eyes lingered on Sebastian as Theo tucked her arm into his.

“Teddie!” A masculine voice boomed.

“Teddie?” Ominis asked, quirking an eyebrow.

Theo and Sebastian turned their heads to the stairs; a thin man walked down the stairs, his strawberry blond hair pushed back. He looked to be the same age as them, if not a little older.   He traipsed down the stairs, smiling as Theo hugged him.

“My cousin, James.” Theo announced. “You can call him Jimmy.”

“Always a treat when Teddie comes home.” James smiled broadly, his arm around Theo’s shoulder.

Sebastian had felt the sting of jealousy in the past, watching Theo interact with Garreth and Isaac before they’d started dating.  That feeling was unmatched compared to the one he felt now, watching her act so comfortably around a stranger, knowing it was once suggested the two of them marry. Only Ominis’s hand on his shoulder drew him out of his discomfort.

“Jimmy, this is Ominis and Sebastian.”  Theo said excitedly. 

“Nice to meet you both.” James said kindly, extending his hand to Sebastian.  

“Likewise,” Sebastian feigned. He stood up a little straighter, feeling quite pleased with himself when he realized he stood at least an inch taller than him.

James turned his attention to Theo. “I know you’ll hate it, but your father has arranged somewhat of a small dinner party tonight for your birthday.” he winced. 

Theo rolled her eyes. “Of course he has.  Who is invited?”

James looked over at Sebastian and Ominis hesitantly. “He asked me to bring Edward and John–must have assumed the friends you were bringing for the holidays were young ladies, so the party will be rather unbalanced.” 

Sebastian turned his head to Ominis, who was fighting off the urge to laugh.  He elbowed him rather sharply, causing the blind boy to cough.

“Speak of the devil,” Theo muttered under her breath.

A man walked into the foyer with a woman on each arm; the younger was dressed in a high necked gown, her red hair pinned atop her head.  Aunt Elizabeth, he reminded himself in his head. The other, much older, was quite petite.  She had pure white hair, and kind smile lines around her face. It had to be Theo’s Great-Aunt Gertrude, who she’d spoken quite fondly of.

The man himself was a surprise.  Theo rarely spoke about her father; based on the complaints, Sebastian had imagined him to be quite cold and austere. To his surprise, Lord Caulfield was neither.  He was quite a formidable man, tall and broad, sweeping Theo into a large hug.  His black hair, lined with streaks of silver, was tidily done, with a thick mustache and beard. Sebastian made note of their similarities–he and Theo shared the same sharp chin, and he was the source of her honey brown eyes.

“Dad,” Theo said dryly, patting him on the shoulder. He let her down, and she smoothed over the wrinkles he’d left on her dress. “Happy Christmas.”

“Teddie, so happy to have you home this year.” His voice boomed. “Now, where are your friends?”

“Here,” Theo turned to the boys. “Father, this is Ominis Gaunt and Sebastian Sallow.”

Sebastian noticed the glint in his eyes, and the way his lips downturned; clearly, he was caught off guard that the schoolmates Theo had brought home for the holidays were in fact, boys. He gave Theo a stern look, and she merely shrugged.

Nevertheless, he politely held out his hand, shaking both of theirs in return.

“Theodore Caulfield, a pleasure to meet you both. Ted, if we’re to be friends.”

Sebastian nearly choked. “Theodore,” he repeated. He remembered Theo telling him early in their relationship how they’d assumed she was a boy, and that her mother had feminized the name upon her birth. It made sense–she was named after her father.

“That’s the name.” Lord Caulfield gave him a composed smile, but his eyes said otherwise. 

Sebastian looked over at Ominis again; the blind boy had a hint of a smile on his face, clearly preparing to make fun of Theo for sharing a name with her father. His eyes found Theo’s, which were quite threatening. Don’t you dare, she mouthed. 

“Theodora, I didn’t realize the school you attended was…co-educational,” her Aunt Elizabeth said coolly. “How modern.”

Theo gave her one of her cutting smiles (clearly, Sebastian thought, another trait earned from her father). “It’s a very good school.”

“Perhaps Miss Caulfield should show the boys to their rooms.” Nan interrupted. “Everyone will need time to prepare for dinner.”

“I’m not sure that’s such a good idea–” Lord Caulfield interjected, eyes flitting over at Sebastian.  

“Nonsense, they’re fine.”  Nan tutted. “Now, children, be off.”

“Come along,” Theo said loudly, grabbing Sebastian’s hand.  She laced her fingers through his, and Sebastian gulped. Theo wove her arm through Ominis’s elbow, bidding everyone goodbye as she dragged the boys up the stairs.

They walked down a long corridor, up some stairs, and down another hallway.  Theo chattered on about the history of the house, but Sebastian felt so overwhelmed, every fact flew straight above his head.  He used to hate when the other Slytherins like Lestrange and Parkinson called him rural, but he’d never felt more like a simple farm boy ever in his life.

Theo pushed open a bedroom door; the walls were a pale blue, with two double beds next to one another. “I wrote to Nan, picked the room myself. Close to the back stairs, in case you need me. My room is the one right below.” she grinned, sitting on one of the beds. “Come over,” she urged.  

Sebastian felt his feet drag on the rug as he collapsed onto the soft bed. He nearly groaned at the feeling; he was used to the straw mattress in Feldcroft, and the old beds at Hogwarts.  This one was plush, luxurious. He scooched up the bed, letting his head fall into Theo’s lap.  Her dark hair tickled his cheeks as she looked down on him. 

Ominis pulled his wand out, sighing in relief as the tip lit red. “Oh, it's so hard to not use magic.  I have no idea how they manage.” he sighed, waving his wand at the door to shut it. 

Sebastian rolled over to let Theo out from underneath him. “So, Teddie?”

“Old family nickname,” she rolled her eyes. “Ted and Teddie.” she spat. 

“Your father seems nice.” Ominis shrugged.  The valets had brought up their luggage, leaving them shut at Theo’s instruction.  Ominis opened his, waving his wand to hang his clothes in the wardrobe.

“He’s always nice to strangers,” Theo crossed her arms. “Bit surprised he didn’t lose his mind when he realized I hadn’t brought home girls.”

“You’re going to be the death of me,” Sebastian huffed. “I want to make a good impression on him.”

“And I’ve already told you that doesn’t matter.” Theo reminded him gently. “It’s not up to him.”

Ominis shrugged. “I’m just saying, you always make him sound so distant.  He seemed rather excited to have you home.”

Theo shifted uncomfortably. “You don’t know him the way I do.” her eyes narrowed.

Sebastian rolled off the plush bed to hang his clothes.  His trunk was considerably smaller than Ominis’s, and he again hoped that his two suits would suffice for the week.  He opened the ornate wardrobe, only to find there were clothes hanging already.  Another two suits, and some more new slacks and shirts.

“Mr. Hill told me you went suit shopping this week.” Theo said uneasily. “I know we can be rather formal–so I thought I’d get you some spares.”

Sebastian felt his face burn red with embarrassment.  While he was quite surprised at the gesture, he couldn’t help feeling a bit put off. He’d spent nearly half his savings on the two suits he had brought, and it was mortifying that Theo had spent the same amount of coin without question.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Sebastian muttered. He pulled out one of the suits; it was a dark blue, almost black fabric, the one he’d been eyeing at the shop.  He hadn’t had enough money to indulge in anything other than black wool, and Mr. Hill had probably caught him admiring the blue fabric on the bolt. 

“Blue, your favorite.” Theo murmured.  While Sebastian was admiring the suit, she had rolled off the bed and sidled up next to him. “Don’t be mad at me.”

Sebastian looked at his girlfriend with her pleading eyes. It was impossible to stay mad at her for long. He sighed, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “It’s too much,” he urged. 

“Consider it an early Christmas present.” Theo said, a small smile on her face.  She backed away towards the door. “Now get dressed–they ring the bell when it’s time to come down for dinner.”

Once the door shut behind her, Sebastian let out an exasperated sigh.  He looked over at Ominis, who was testing out his own plush bed. 

“Quite out of our comfort zone, aren’t we?” Sebastian asked wearily.

Ominis gave him a sympathetic smile. “It’ll be fine. A week with muggles, what could go wrong?”

A lot, Sebastian thought.  He was already getting off on the wrong foot with her father, and it seemed like Theo was determined to irk the man at every chance. Sebastian wasn’t sure how he’d get the courage to get Lord Caulfield alone, but he knew it had to be done.

Sebastian looked back at the wardrobe, pulling the dark blue dinner jacket out.  Flipping the coat flap open, he saw some green stitching on the left flap; over his heart, the initials TC . He let out a surprised squeak, touched by the gesture.

“What has you so chuffed?” Ominis asked curiously.

Sebastian slid on the jacket over his shirt, examining himself in the mirror.  He held his hand over the left lapel, where the letters were. Despite his nerves, the green stitching gave him some comfort.  No matter how the week went, Theo had given her his heart.  She’d done everything in the past two years for him alone.

“Nothing,” Sebastian bit back his smile.

“That was a disaster,” Sebastian groaned. Dinner had ended; the ladies were moving into the drawing room for a glass of wine.  Theo’s father had invited the boys to join him in his study for cigars, along with her cousin and his friends. 

Ominis scratched his head. “Does it help if I say things can only go up from here?”

Sebastian banged his forehead against the wooden walls. “No.”

“I’ll shut up then.” Ominis pursed his lips. “Come, we mustn’t keep her father waiting.”

Sebastian trudged behind Ominis, pouting.  Sebastian was normally charm personified; he’d flattered his way out of dozens of detentions, and had a reputation as one of the most charismatic students at Hogwarts.  However, sitting across from Lord Caulfield at the dinner table with Theo’s hand on his leg underneath it, Sebastian found it hard to form coherent thoughts.  When Aunt Elizabeth had inquired about his background, he’d merely blurted out Feldcroft and how sheep was its main trade.  When her great-aunt asked what his aspirations were post-graduation, Sebastian had frozen entirely–they were muggles, how could he describe curse breaking in a meaningful way? 

Theo, on the other hand, had a simple response. “Banking,” she said, patting his leg reassuringly.

Sebastian and Ominis walked in through the door; James was standing, his two friends seated on the leather couch across him. They were quite bored, rather put off at the lack of available young ladies at the dinner table.

“Welcome,” James said kindly. “Scotch?”

“Certainly.” Sebastian said, eagerly taking the glass of liquor.  The alcohol stung his lips as he sipped, eyeing the room.  Lord Caulfield was suspiciously missing.

“Uncle Ted just ran off for the moment,” James murmured, placing a glass in Ominis’s hand. “You’re doing well–he can be rather intimidating. I'm a bit surprised that Theo didn’t do more to prepare you.”

“You know, then?” Sebastian looked down at the glass, swirling it.

“Theo told me about you two last summer.” James snorted. “She came home from her week long trip to Madrid looking a little too pale, so I knew something was up.” He smiled earnestly at Sebastian. “I’m very happy for you two.”

Sebastian blushed. “Thank you.” he stammered.  “At least Theo has told someone.”

Just as James was about to open his mouth, the door burst open.  Lord Caulfield came into the room, commanding everyone’s attention.

“Good evening, gentlemen.” The man said easily. “James, go light on the scotch–can’t have you draining the entire bottle.”

“No sir,” James said cheekily. He’d turned to go back to his conversation with Sebastian, only stopping when Lord Caulfield gave him a cutting look.

“Perhaps you and Ominis would like to converse with your friends,” Lord Caulfield said airily. “So I might get to know our friend Sebastian better.”

“Er, right. Sounds good. Ominis, perhaps you’d like to move over to the chair.” James gave Sebastian a sympathetic look as he guided Ominis towards the group, racing back over to the rest of the group.

“Sebastian,” Lord Caulfield said, beckoning him closer.  Sebastian hesitantly joined him towards the fireplace, gripping the glass in his hand. “Did you enjoy dinner?”

Sebastian nodded eagerly. “I did, sir.  An excellent meal.”

Lord Caulfield eyed him curiously. “Theodora had painted you as quite the conversationalist.”

Sebastian gulped. “So she has talked about me, to you?”

Lord Caulfield laughed, looking at a painting above the fireplace. “No, but thinking I could mistake the glances she was making at you for friendship would insult my intelligence.”

“Oh.” Sebastian uttered, tugging at his collar.

“Tell me, Sebastian.  Do you hunt?” Lord Caulfield asked.

“No sir.”

“Right then…any sports?” Lord Caulfield asked, lighting his cigar.

He was a muggle, Sebastian thought.  Now wasn’t exactly the time to brag about being a fair flyer in a summer pick up Quidditch league. 

“Not particularly, sir.” Sebastian admitted. “At least…not in your type of sports.”

Lord Caulfield nodded his head up and down slowly. “So no hunting, no sports.  A scholar, then, am I correct?”

“Attempting to be one,” Sebastian smiled meekly. “Think your daughter has me beat on the academic front though.”

“My daughter indeed.” Lord Caulfield narrowed his eyes on him.

Sebastian looked over his shoulder at Ominis, who was conversing with James and his friends.  He silently begged his friend to put his legilimens skills to work, help him form the right words to say.

“What do you think of this painting?”

Sebastian turned his attention back to Theo’s father, and the painting above the fireplace.  Sebastian stepped back slightly, looking up at it–it was a portrait of a woman, with dark hair and blustery blue eyes.  He was just about to respond, saying how pretty the subject was, when he noticed Lord Caulfield open the flap of his jacket to reach the inner pocket for a hankerchief.  

“Your jacket, sir.” Sebastian said quickly. “What does it say on the inside?”

The older man chuckled with the cigar in his mouth. “Oh, Theodora’s mother used to steal all my coats, embroider them on the inside.” he opened his jacket once more, showing Sebastian the red thread.  There were letters sewn above his heart, very much like the jacket Sebastian was wearing. 

With Theo on his mind, Sebastian looked back up at the portrait.  The same pretty dark hair, full cheeks, and pouty lips. He could see his girlfriend in the portrait of the woman above

“Lady Caulfield was very beautiful.” Sebastian mused. “And from what Theo has told me, incredibly kindhearted.  I know you must miss her very much.”

Lord Caulfield gave him a look, taking a puff from his cigar. “Perceptive, unlike most seventeen year old boys.” he chuckled. He looked back at James and his friends. “Leonora always said you magic folk grew up far faster than us muggles .” he murmured.

Now was the time , Sebastian thought.  He had to make his intentions known. 

“SIr, I wonder if we might speak in private–”

“Another time,” Lord Caulfield took another long drag from the cigar, giving Sebastian a knowing look. “For that conversation, I should think.”

Sebastian pushed through the door, shivering as he took off his soaked woolen hat. 

“We can put our skates in the back,” Theo announced, unraveling her scarf. She looked around, making sure there were no servants around, before whipping her wand out of her pocket to cast a drying spell on them.

“Thanks,” Sebastian’s teeth chattered. “We should see how Ominis is faring—should’ve guessed he wouldn’t be interested in ice skating.”

“Theodora, you know better than to be waving that stick around the house.”

Both of them froze, turning to look up the stairs. At the top was her tiny great-aunt, hands folded in front of her dress with a mischievous smile on her face.

“Sorry,” Theo moaned. “It’s just so much easier.” Dropping her skates on the rug, Theo bounced up the stairs to kiss the old woman on the cheek. Sebastian did the same, following her up the steps a few paces behind. The old woman blushed, waving him off as he grinned down at her.

“Your father is quite cross with you,” Great-Aunt Gertie warned. “He’s asked for you to meet him in the study, alone .”

“It’s Christmas Eve, can’t he leave it alone?” Theo complained.

“Afraid not, my dear.” Gertie patted her shoulder. “Best you go in now–perhaps Sebastian can help me down the stairs to the drawing room.”

Theo gave Sebastian a wry look before heading up the stairs.  He extended his arm out to the old woman, who gave him a beaming smile.

“Did you enjoy your outing?” Gertie asked. “Have you been back for long?”

Sebastian blushed–while he had enjoyed skating, they did spend the last fifteen minutes tucked behind the bushes adjacent to the house.  He’d pressed Theo against the brick wall, casting a quick disillusionment charm, so that they might have a moment alone together. Sebastian rubbed his stubbled jaw, hoping Theo hadn’t left any marks.

“London is fascinating,” he demurred. “I haven’t spent time here since I was a child.”

“An expert at deflection, quite like Theo’s mother.” Gertie chuckled. “She looks at you the same way Leonora looked at Ted when they were younger.”

Sebastian felt his blush deepen as they hit the foot of the stairs. “I would hope so.”

“The best of both her parents, I think.” Gertie mused. “It’s a shame her mother didn’t live long enough to see her power.”

“And you know about magic too, then?” Sebastian raised an eyebrow.

“Well, when your grand-niece suddenly finds herself on top of the roof after trying to escape a suitor at a tea party, how could you not believe in magic?” Gertie tipped her head towards him.

Sebastian let out a booming laugh. “She never told me that,” he chuckled.  They’d talked often about how their magic manifested, and Theo had long avoided the subject.  He banked up the story as future blackmail against her. 

As they approached the drawing room, Gertie patted Sebastian’s hand. “I am happy to finally meet you, my dear.  She writes about you so often, and seeing the two of you together, I understand why.” her eyes twinkled. “Don’t let Ted scare you. He only wants to ensure Theo has someone to take care of her.”

“I won’t,” Sebastian promised. 

Feeling quite chuffed after his conversation with Gertie, Sebastian walked up the stairs with a bounce in his step. He turned the corner to go up another flight to his shared room with Ominis, until he heard the loud voices emanating from the door next to the steps. He could hear Theo, arguing with her father.

“You’re being unreasonable,” Lord Caulfield advised. “Your aunt has put in quite a lot of work planning your debut, and she’s told me you want to cancel it.”

“I’m quite within my rights,” Theo bit back. “She shouldn’t have been planning it in the first place.”

Sebastian pulled his wand from his pocket, casting a disillusionment charm.  The door led to the second floor of Lord Caulfield’s study; he slipped in through the door, taking care to press it shut quietly behind him.  He looked down below from the balcony of books to see Theo pacing back and forth, Lord Caulfield sitting at his desk.

“Every girl goes through a presentation,” Lord Caulfield strained. “It’s tradition.”

“My mother didn’t.” Theo seethed. 

“Teddie, please, I don’t want to argue.” he groaned. “I just want you to do things the proper way.”

“Don’t call me that, I’ve told you a million times.” Theo fought. 

Her father let out an exasperated sigh, standing up. “And why is it that you won’t go through with your debut as planned?”

Theo fidgeted. “Girls only do that to find a husband.” she said stiffly. “And I’ve already found one for myself.”

Her father rolled his eyes. “A farm boy, from the highlands, who can hardly hold a conversation. You don’t even know if he can take care of you, Theodora. Surely you–”

“I’ve made my decision, that’s final.” Theo cut him off, crossing her arms. “No presentation–no ball–nothing.  I know what the rest of my life looks like, Dad.  It’s with Sebastian.”

Sebastian felt a shiver up his spine, his heart thumping with pride hearing her say it.  

“You’re eighteen,” Lord Caulfield barked. “What do you know of love?”

“So what?” Theo demanded. “Mother was only nineteen when you met–”

“Don’t bring your mother into this.” Her father warned, wagging a finger in her face. “It’s a completely different situation–”

“It’s not!” Theo bickered. “It’s love–you and Mum were always saying you both sacrificed things to be together, that you could accomplish anything so long as you had each other!”

“That was before I had a daughter! A daughter whose wellbeing and future I need to ensure.” Lord Caulfield roared, his fist slamming on the table. “And has he asked?” his eyes narrowed, leaning against his desk. “This boy, who you should’ve told me you were bringing home, by the way.  Has he asked for your hand?”

Theo paused. “Not exactly,” she fidgeted. “But I know it, Dad.  I know he’s it for me.”

Sebastian leaned over the railing for a closer look.  Lord Caulfield had his head tipped back, staring up towards him.  If Sebastian hadn’t cast a disillusionment charm on himself, he could’ve sworn the man looking straight at him. He squinted, and Sebastian inhaled sharply, jumping away from the railing.

“You are as headstrong as your mother,” Lord Caulfield shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose. “If only she were here to deal with your nonsense.”

“Mum would’ve been happy for me.” Theo muttered. “She would’ve known that I was making the right decision for myself.” She gave her father a wistful look before stomping out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her. 

The knocking on the door woke Sebastian first.  He blinked heavily, looking over at the window; the sun hadn’t even risen.  Ominis, curled up in the plush bed across from him, was already groaning. 

“Who is it?” Ominis asked sleepily. “Tell them to fuck off, it’s Christmas.”

The knocking continued.  Sebastian hopped out of the bed, sliding into his slippers as he padded over to the door.  He opened it, rubbing his eyes; they widened when he realized it was Lord Caulfield, dressed and ready for the day.

“Good morning, Sebastian.” He said stiffly. “I was wondering if you might join me in the study for coffee this morning.”

Sebastian blinked at Theo’s father. “Um, certainly.  Let me get dressed–”

“Nothing fancy.” Lord Caulfield said, turning on his heel. “I’ll meet you in the study.”

Sebastian swallowed thickly. “I’ll be downstairs in a moment.”

It took him a few minutes to rummage through his trunk, trying to decide what to wear.  He settled on his wool trousers, thick socks, boots, and an old sweater Anne had knitted for him.  Ominis had fallen back asleep, snoring lightly as Sebastian shrugged on his clothes. He nearly stumbled down the steps to the first floor of the house; it seemed the rest of the house was still asleep. The door to Lord Caulfield’s study was left ajar, so he slipped through the door and shut it behind him.

“Good morning, Sebastian.” Lord Caulfield said, pouring a cup of coffee from a silver tray. 

“Good morning, Lord Caulfield.” Sebastian’s teeth chattered.

“Ted, I told you.” Theo’s father advised, gesturing for him to follow. “Come in, take a seat.”

Sebastian cautiously stepped forward, sitting in the chair across from his desk.

“Happy Christmas.” Ted said, taking a sip from his coffee.

“Happy Christmas, sir.” Sebastian replied, nervously folding his hands in his lap.

“Have you enjoyed your stay in London so far?” Ted asked, leaning back into his chair. “You seem a bit nervous.”

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “I’ve been nervous about meeting you for a while, I think.  Anyone meeting a girl’s father should be.”

Ted gave him a wry smile. “I wouldn’t know–I never had the luxury of meeting Leonora’s parents.  They were highly against our union; something about how magic folks shouldn’t marry muggles, if that’s what we’re still called.”

Sebastian bit his lip, nodding. “Some people keep that belief, I suppose.  Not me.”

“So much so, they never wanted to meet little Theodora.” Ted said, standing up.  He folded his hands behind his back, walking towards the fire. “And that they stopped speaking with Leo altogether when they found out Theo didn’t have any magical abilities.”

“That’s horrible.” Sebastian shook his head. “I can’t imagine it.”

“Are your folks the accepting type?” Ted asked, stopping by the fire. “She hasn’t told me much, but her mentor, Professor Fig, had told me there would be others who wouldn’t accept her.”

“I would say so, sir.” Sebastian stood as well, slowly approaching him with his hands in his pockets. “But my parents died when I was younger.  And my guardian…er, my guardian passed almost two years ago.” 

“I am very sorry to hear that,” Ted gave him a sympathetic look. “Loss does make you children grow up a lot faster.” He looked up at the portrait on the wall, chewing on his bottom lip. “Neither Theo nor I were quite the same after she passed.”

Sebastian looked up at the portrait of Theo’s mother. “They look so similar.” he mused. “She doesn’t talk about her very much–I would like to know about her.”

Ted smiled softly. “Theo and her mother share a magic stronger than their abilities.  They both bring a certain warmth to the world, don’t they? They would do anything for the people they love, even if it pained them.” 

“That’s a pretty good way of putting it.” Sebastian admitted. Very on brand for Theo, he thought to himself.

“I never knew such beauty until I met Leonora,” Ted said. “She bewitched me from the moment we met.  We both broke our families rules by marrying one another, but I knew no one else would compare. And when she died…well, she took a piece of me with her.” he said mournfully.

“I am very sorry for your loss.” Sebastian murmured. 

“I’ll say it now, just once. Theodora is right to despise me.  I was not there for her when her mother died, not properly, as a father should. When my wife died, I retreated to the only things I knew–drinking, hunting, being alone. When Theo found her magic, I didn’t know how to deal with it.  By the time I realized she’d needed me, she was already off to that school of yours.” He said wistfully. “But Theo remains my crown jewel.  My lasting legacy in this world. I don’t care who it is that she marries, except that she is properly taken care of.”

Sebastian swallowed thickly, opening his mouth to say what he’d been meaning to say the entire trip.  However, the words wouldn’t materialize.

“Can you take care of her?  Ensure her safety, her wellbeing?” Ted demanded. “Provide for her and the children you might have someday?”

“I can, sir.” Sebastian declared. “I’ve been recommended for a highly sought after placement after graduation; I already work, I make my own money.  I have a house in the highlands–it’s not grand by any means, but it’s comfortable for her–and I do plan on living in London after graduation.” he blurted.

“And you mean to ask me for her hand in marriage, don’t you?” Ted asked, eyes narrowed.

“I love her, sir.” Sebastian choked out. “I love her so much.  I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to make her happy.”

Ted pursed his lips at Sebastian. “You are so very young, the both of you.”

“I just feel like no matter how long I get, it won’t be enough time with her.” Sebastian admitted, shrugging his shoulders.

Ted looked back up at the portrait on the wall. “I know the feeling.”

“Are you saying yes, then?” Sebastian asked, albeit a bit too eagerly.

Ted looked at Sebastian, tilting his head. “I think we both know it doesn’t matter how I feel. I know that once my daughter has put her mind to something, there’s no stopping her.  I know that she loves you dearly, at least from what my dear aunt has told me.” he said, walking back around to his desk. “If I can make any request, I only ask that you at least wait until you’re older. Graduated at the very least, preferably.”

Sebastian nodded. “Of course, sir.”

Ted leaned over his desk, palms flat on the surface. “We both should’ve known regardless, my permission never mattered.”

Sebastian couldn’t help but laugh at the look on Ted’s face. The older man shared the same chuckle, shaking his head at the thought.  As if Theodora Caulfield could ever be stopped, Sebastian thought to himself.  She was a force of nature, the most talented witch he knew.

And someday, hopefully soon, his wife.

“Happy Christmas, you two.” Theo said, leaning against the door of their bedroom.

The day had actually been quite nice; the trio had gone out to Diagon Alley for the day, picking up a bevy of treats and candies to share amongst themselves at home.  After a modest Christmas roast with her father and great-aunt, they’d retired to the room upstairs to exchange Christmas presents.  Ominis had gifted Sebastian a new leather wallet to replace his tattered one, and a pretty hairpin made of unicorn horn for Theo.  Sebastian and Theo had jointly gifted Ominis a traveler’s set of wizard’s chess. 

“For the two of you to play on the train back to Scotland,” Theo said softly, putting her arm around Sebastian.

“You two are too much,” Ominis shook his head. “Especially you, Sebastian.”

“You deserve it.” Sebastian declared. His pockets might have been a little leaner that holiday season, but he wanted to give Ominis a meaningful present. The same for Theo–while he couldn’t afford anything remotely close to what her father had gifted her that holiday season, he yearned to give her something meaningful.  While he had not found what he’d been looking for in Mr. Hill’s jewelry selection, he’d still made a purchase.  That, and a visit to the goblin metalsmith in Irondale.

“This one’s for you.” Sebastian declared, passing Theo a long oblong box. It was carefully wrapped in butcher paper, twine and holly berry tied to decorate it. He watched as Theo tore off the wrapping, eyes widening at the velvet box.

“Sebastian, can we speak in the hallway?” she murmured.

Slightly panicked, Sebastian nodded, following her out of the room.  She shut the door gently, gripping the velvet box in hand.

“I didn’t want to say in front of Ominis…you shouldn’t have bought me anything.” Theo insisted.

Sebastian scratched at his head. “It’s Christmas,” he said sheepishly. “I had to get you something.”

“But you just bought the gloves for my birthday,” she strained. “And the new clothes–”

“Are you worried about me?” Sebastian asked quietly. “About the money?”

“I just know you gave up a lot of shifts over the holidays to be here,” Theo looked down at her shoes, fidgeting. “And we already get so little time together, you’ll be working yourself to the bone trying to make up for it.”

“Open it, please.” Sebastian interjected. “Open the box.”

Theo looked at him as she snapped the box open; she pulled out the silver chain, which had a key at the end.

“What is this?” she whispered, examining the key closer.

“A key to the Feldcroft house.” Sebastian swallowed thickly. “It’s nothing big. I know you could easily break the door down if you wanted to, but after we spent so much time fixing it up over the summer, I wanted you to feel like it was yours.  Because it sort of is, in a way–”

Theo dropped the box, throwing her arms around his neck.  Sebastian tugged her close, hungrily kissing her lips.  She was whispering something in between kisses, but Sebastian couldn’t make sense of it. He chuckled against her mouth as she pressed him against the wall, her hands on his cheeks.

“Ahem.”

Sebastian turned his head, feeling Theo jump away from him. Mortified, he saw Theo’s father at the end of the hallway, his hands crossed against his chest. Ted Caulfield was giving him a knowing look, eyebrows raised in displeasure.

“Sorry, Dad.” Theo muttered, clutching the silver chain in hand. The velvet box had fallen from her hands.

“Theodora, bed.” Ted ordered her. 

Theo turned back to Sebastian, giving him a devilish grin and a kiss on the cheek.  “Tell Ominis I said goodnight as well,” she sang, fastening the silver chain around her neck.  Sebastian rubbed the back of his neck as she winked, disappearing down the back stairs.

“Goodnight, Sebastian.” Ted said gruffly. “Don’t forget our conversation.”

Sebastian blushed. “Goodnight, sir.  Happy Christmas.”

With that, he slid behind the door to his room and a very confused Ominis.

September 1898

“Have you found them yet?” Sebastian asked, frowning.  

He heard a soft meow from underneath the dressing table.  Craning his neck, he saw the little tan cat wiggling its bottom out from under, shaking out the dust as it clutched the silver cufflink in its mouth. 

“Thank you,” Sebastian grinned, plucking the bauble. “Useful having an animagus in the house.”

Theo reverted from her animagus form back to human; she brushed the dirt off her skirt. “Is that all I’m good for?” she snorted, checking her hair in the mirror.

“Amongst other things,” Sebastian winked, fastening his cuffs.

Theo rolled her eyes. “Don’t get me started–we’re already going to be late to dinner.” she warned him.  

They were due at Caulfield House soon; as soon as her father had caught wind that Sebastian was home, he’d insisted they come over for dinner.  Sebastian had been entirely taken up with assignments from Rothwell, and Theo had been deep in her research all week.  They’d slipped into a comfortable routine in the week that he’d been back with her; coffee in bed before work, dinner in the kitchen at half past five, and curled back up in each other’s arms with books by nine.

It was like he’d never left, Sebastian thought to himself. 

“Come on,” Theo complained. “I’d rather not spend my Friday night stuck at the house, I’d rather spend it back here with you. So let’s get dinner over with.”  She sauntered ahead of him down the stairs. “How on earth did your cufflink get under the dresser, anyways?”

Sebastian’s face burned red; he didn’t want to tell her he’d been tearing apart her dressing room, looking for the ring she’d hidden all week.  He was starting to panic–Theo had made it sound like she’d hidden it in plain sight, but he’d looked through her bedroom, dressing room, and bathroom twice already.

“Nothing,” Sebastian coughed. “Shall we?”

It felt odd, traveling the muggle way, but her father has insisted on sending a carriage.  Ted Caulfield was nothing if not traditional, sending the old carriage with the Caulfield family crest. Sebastian held Theo’s hand tightly the entire way as the rickety coach creaked on the cobblestones.

“Do you remember the first time I met your father?” Sebastian asked, tipping his head to look out the window. 

“You were quite cross with me,” Theo snorted. “Because I didn’t tell him.”

“Yes, well, it’s common courtesy to let a man know before bringing home a significant other.” Sebastian reminded her.

Theo sidled up to him, setting her chin on his shoulder. “I am no man’s to give away.” she said simply. 

Sebastian rolled his eyes, but pecked a kiss on her head. “I was just thinking about how long ago that seemed.” he mused. “I couldn’t tell if your father hated me or not.”

“He’s always liked you,” Theo pointed out. “You, on the other hand, were terrified of him.”

Sebastian laughed at the memory. “Everything seemed much scarier and more serious when you’re seventeen.”

They rolled to a stop in front of Theo’s childhood home.  Sebastian helped Theo out of the carriage, smoothing down the front of his jacket.  He recalled how he’d spent a good chunk of his savings on fancy wool suits from Gladrags, only to find Theo had purchased him an entire wardrobe.  He likely had some of those old jackets back in his flat with Ominis–he made a mental note to ask Theo to stitch her initials into all of his new clothes as well.

Sebastian walked in through the doors; it looked and smelled just as he remembered it.  He took Theo’s cloak, handing it over to a maid, as he surveyed the empty room.

“It’ll be just us for dinner,” Theo said gently, tugging his arm. “Come on.”

It was odd for Ted to not greet them in the foyer, Sebastian thought.  He was normally strict with manners, very by the book. Theo pushed open the doors of the dining room, and Sebastian nearly stopped in his tracks at the sight of her father at the table.

“Sebastian,” Ted Caulfield grinned. “Welcome back.”

Ted Caulfield had terrified Sebastian when he was seventeen.  He was a large, barrel-chested  man who could easily fight him if need be.  A sportsman, Theo had called him, always somewhere hunting or riding.  He couldn’t have been older than his late forties when he last saw him, but somehow in the three years Sebastian had been gone, he’d…aged. Significantly. Sick, if Sebastian would dare to think it. The man sitting at the table looked weathered and stiff, wincing as he tried to pull himself up from the chair. 

Sebastian quickly jumped forward so that the man wouldn’t have to get out of his chair. “Ted,” he smiled, shaking his hand. “Good to be home.”

“Sit down,” Theo ordered him. “No need to be so formal, Dad.”

“Proper manners, Theodora.” Ted chided her. He looked up to Sebastian. “Still as stubborn as the day you met her, I presume?”

Sebastian dipped his head, smiling. “Would expect nothing less.”

Dinner went on, but Sebastian could sense the tension in the room.  He didn’t miss the way Theo batted her father’s hand away from the salt, or how she complained that the sauce was too heavy. 

“I wanted them to cook a good English meal for Sebastian,” Ted tutted. “He’s home after being away for so long, after all.”

“I’m grateful for it, really.” Sebastian assured him. “It’s nice to be home.”

“Don’t encourage him,” Theo huffed. But under the table, her shaking hand found his.  Sebastian squeezed it reassuringly.

The dinner conversation was cheerful, only interrupted by Ted’s coughing and Theo’s fussing.  Sebastian tried his best to cut the tension with stories of his adventures in Cairo.  Despite Ted having some idea of magic, he still took delight in Sebastian’s stories of curse breaking and escapades amongst the pyramids. Ted lamented not being in good enough health to travel, which had Theo dropping her silverware.

“Shall we retire to the study?” Ted asked, taking Sebastian’s arm as he helped him up from the table.

“I’m going to check in with your nurse first,” Theo said, folding her napkin. “I’ll meet you two there–and I better not catch you drinking any scotch.” she warned.

Sebastian helped the man limp from the dining room to his study; the fire was crackling low as Sebastian helped him fall into a leather bound chair.

“Just a little bit won’t hurt,” he pointed to the crystal decanter. “A cheeky drink between us gentlemen.”

Sebastian walked over to the desk, pouring a modest glass of scotch for both of them.  Ted sighed deeply as he shot it down, resting the crystal glass on the table adjacent to him. Sebastian sat down, swirling his glass in hand.

“Theo didn’t tell me you were unwell.” Sebastian said uneasily.

Ted gave him a sheepish look. “I’m sure she had much better topics than my health to discuss with you in your correspondence.”

He tilted his head towards him. “You’re important.  You’re her father.”

Ted smacked his lips together. “Truth is, I would’ve died a year ago, had Theo not been there.” He drummed his fingertips against the edge of the chair. “Heart attack, right here in the study.”

“That’s awful,” Sebastian murmured. “I’m sorry to hear it.” He felt a pang of shame in his heart, realizing he hadn’t been there to comfort her.  Why didn't she write?  He would’ve taken the time to come home, he thought.  

“That magic of hers really is something.” Ted shook his head. “But she can’t sustain me for long.”

“Magic?” Sebastian repeated.

Ted nodded. He swirled his fingers, imitating his daughter. “The curious little blue magic of hers,” Ted repeated. “Worked a charm.”

“Is there anything I can do?” Sebastian asked, leaning his elbows on his knees. He knew there was likely nothing to be done on his end, but offering it felt like the right thing to do.

Ted swallowed thickly. “Marry her.  Make an honest woman of her, Sebastian. She should be a wife by now, a mother.  If I’ve learned anything in my life, it’s to not wait.” Sebastian blushed. “Sir–”

“I know that’s contradictory to what I told you when you were seventeen,” Ted waved him off. “To wait until you were older–but you’re both grown now, Sebastian. Don’t waste any time not being together.” He looked up at the portrait of his wife above the fireplace, as he so often did in Sebastian’s presence. “If I could have but one more moment with Leonora, I would trade every material possession I have in the world.”

“Trust me sir, I am trying.” Sebastian assured him. “Any other sage advice, then?”

“A little less scotch and cigars,” Ted coughed. “Would’ve prolonged things a bit.”

“I think I’ve set your nurse straight,” Theo said, walking into the room.  She stood in the center, her hands on her hips. “Tell me you didn’t drink any scotch.”

“Not a sip.” Ted said cheerfully.

“I know you’re lying,” Theo scowled. “I can see the glass next to you."

“Sebastian poured me a little,” Ted admitted.  

Sebastian’s jaw dropped as Theo seethed, snatching the crystal glass from the side table. Ted chuckled as she set it down on the desk, leaning against it with her arms crossed. 

“You so remind me of your mother right now.” Ted said wistfully.  

Sebastian’s eyes compared Theo to the portrait on the wall.  Yes, as his love had aged, she’d become the very reincarnation of her mother.  They shared the same black curls, rosy cheeks,  and shapely nose.  Sebastian wondered if Leonora Caulfield scowled or rolled her eyes in the same way Theo did, sharing any other little characteristics with the woman who’d driven him mad since he was sixteen.  It reminded him that her mother was just another character he’d never meet in life, much like Theo would never meet his own parents.

Ted was the only living parent between the two of them. Theo and her father had still had somewhat of an icy relationship when Sebastian left for Cairo, but it seemed like Ted’s illness had thawed the frost between them. It made sense that Theo would use her magic to prolong his life as much as possible, despite the disdain she’d had for him as a teenager–he was all she had left.  Sebastian became even more determined to find the ring, to marry her while Ted was still around to see.

They’d have to talk, Sebastian thought.  He was reminded of the job offer in Cairo, the one Rothwell continuously reminded him of every time he stepped foot in Gringotts.  They’d have to figure out where they’d live–Theo’s townhouse was nice, but not a proper family home.  How quickly they could plan a wedding; soon enough that it wouldn’t look suspicious on Ominis’s end, and enough time for Sebastian to scrounge his savings together for the party.

He might never see Cairo again, which gave him a little bit of heartache.  He’d expected the trip home to be a quick respite, but being back in London for just the short week and a half had made Sebastian realize it was time.  Time to settle down, time to grow up. There would be adventure again someday, but he’d missed far too much in his time away.

“Sebastian, are you even listening?”

He broke out of his thoughts, turning his head to Theo.  She was still leaning against the doorway. Her father was hobbling towards it, looking back at him. “Hm?”

“Dad is tired, I think we should retire for the night.” She said, holding her gloved hand out. “Shall we go home?”

He got up from the chair, eagerly helping Ted walk them to the door.  A maid held their cloaks out for them.

“Remember, Sebastian.” Ted said quickly, as Sebastian passed Theo’s velvet trimmed cloak.

“Remember what?” Theo asked curiously, fastening the brooch at her neck.

“Oh nothing,” Ted replied cheerfully, kissing her cheek. “You two get home safely–it was lovely seeing you both.”

Sebastian nodded to her father, bidding in farewell as he walked Theo down the steps to the carriage.  His hand hovered over her back as she got in, feeling a weight on his chest as he followed.  He started thinking of his list again, all the tasks he needed to accomplish in order to properly go down on one knee.  Where in Merlin’s name had she hidden the ring?

“What did my father say?” Theo broke the silence between them. It was silent in the cabin, except for the sound of the carriage wheels bouncing over the street. 

“Why didn’t you tell me he was ill?” Sebastian asked softly, taking her hand as he ignored her question. “I would’ve come home.”

Theo turned her head to look out the window, her gloved hand resting on her chin. “I didn’t want to worry you.  I could manage on my own; taking you away from your job would’ve only lengthened your apprenticeship. I wanted you to come home, Seb. But only when the time was right.”

Sebastian frowned. He hated the idea of her dealing with it all on her own–she likely wouldn’t have told Ominis either, keeping her father’s illness close to her chest.  

“I’m home now,” Sebastian murmured, resting his chin on her shoulder. “Let me take some of the burden.”

“He’s not your father,” Theo sighed. “He’s a pain in my arse, but he is my dad. I should take care of him.”

“He’s important to you, so he’s important to me.” Sebastian pressed his nose against her cheek; the gesture made Theo giggle, turning to face him.  Her eyes were wet–she’d been trying not to cry.

“I’m glad you're back,” Theo whispered, pressing a hand to his cheek. 

“Me too.” Sebastian tucked her into his arm, holding her close. He relished the way Theo hummed against his chest, dark curls pressing into his chin as they savored the silence. The couple remained that way the entire ride back home.

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Mutual Aid?

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At SoundKraft, we offer an extensive range of lighting for events in Dubai, designed to suit every type of gathering, from intimate weddings to grand corporate events. Our event lighting rental Dubai services include everything from mood-setting ambient lights to vibrant stage lights that add energy to performances. Whether you need sleek and elegant wedding lighting or dynamic corporate event lighting to highlight key moments, we’ve got the perfect solution.

2. Cutting-Edge AV Equipment Rental in Dubai

Lighting is just one part of creating the perfect atmosphere. Our AV equipment rental Dubai ensures that your sound and visuals are as stunning as your lighting. From state-of-the-art sound systems to large LED screens, SoundKraft provides everything you need to create a seamless, professional experience for your guests. We understand that great audio-visuals enhance the overall ambiance, and our equipment is designed to impress.

3. Special Effects Lighting for Unforgettable Moments

Want to take your event to the next level? Our special effects lighting Dubai can create mesmerizing visuals that will leave your audience in awe. From fog machines and lasers to moving lights and color-changing LEDs, we offer a wide range of special effects lighting to make every moment memorable. Perfect for parties, concerts, and performances, our effects are sure to captivate your audience.

4. Reliable and Professional Lighting Rental Companies in Dubai

When choosing lighting rental companies in Dubai, reliability and professionalism are key. With years of experience in the industry, SoundKraft has established itself as a trusted leader in providing premium event lighting and AV solutions. Our team of experts ensures flawless setup, operation, and breakdown, so you can focus on what matters most—your event.

5. Stage Lighting Rental for Performances and Shows

For events featuring live performances, stage lighting rental is essential to showcase performers and create dramatic effects. Whether it's a concert, theater production, or conference, we provide professional stage lighting that highlights speakers, performers, or key moments. Our stage lighting rental solutions are designed to offer flexibility and ensure optimal visibility.

6. Tailored Lighting for Corporate Events and Weddings

Whether you’re organizing a corporate event, conference, or wedding, our team at SoundKraft understands the specific lighting requirements for each occasion. From the clean and polished look for corporate event lighting to the romantic and intimate setting for wedding lighting, we offer bespoke solutions that reflect your event’s vision. We work closely with you to create the ideal atmosphere, ensuring every detail is perfect.

7. Lighting Rentals for Any Event Type

No matter the type of event, SoundKraft is your go-to supplier for lighting for events Dubai. Whether it’s a large outdoor gathering or a small indoor function, we offer a range of lighting solutions that will elevate the look and feel of your event. From outdoor garden parties to massive exhibitions, we ensure your lighting is tailored to the environment and theme of your event.

8. Lighting for Events of All Sizes

At SoundKraft, we cater to events of all sizes, whether it’s a small private celebration or a grand international conference. Our lighting rental solutions are scalable, meaning we can provide lighting for both intimate gatherings and large-scale events. You can trust us to handle all your lighting needs, no matter how big or small.

Why Choose SoundKraft for Your Event Lighting and AV Rentals?

Extensive Inventory: We provide everything from party lighting rental to large-scale AV equipment rental Dubai, including cutting-edge stage lighting and special effects lighting.

Expert Team: Our team of professionals is dedicated to delivering flawless setups, operations, and breakdowns for every event.

Tailored Solutions: We work with you to understand your event's unique needs and provide customized lighting solutions.

Quality and Reliability: With years of experience, SoundKraft is a trusted name in event lighting suppliers Dubai. Our equipment and services are guaranteed to meet the highest standards.

Contact SoundKraft Today for Premium Event Lighting and AV Rentals

When planning your next event, don't settle for anything less than the best. Choose SoundKraft, the leading lighting rental company in Dubai, for all your event lighting and AV equipment needs. Whether it's for a wedding, corporate event, or party, we have the perfect lighting solutions to bring your vision to life. Contact us today to get started and ensure your event stands out with stunning lighting and state-of-the-art AV equipment.

Let SoundKraft illuminate your event with brilliance!

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Propel Your Business Forward with Pioneering AI and ML Development Services from ideyaLabs

In a world driven by technology, businesses must embrace innovation to thrive. ideyaLabs stands at the forefront of this revolution, offering state-of-the-art Artificial Intelligence (AI) and Machine Learning (ML) development services. Our mission revolves around empowering enterprises to harness the full potential of AI and ML, ensuring they not only keep pace with change but lead the charge.

Imagine a business landscape where data doesn't just inform but transforms decisions. Picture automation takes over repetitive tasks, freeing your team to focus on creativity and innovation. At ideyaLabs, we specialize in crafting bespoke AI and ML solutions that seamlessly integrate into your workflows, elevating operational efficiency without causing disruptions.

Unleashing Growth through Advanced AI and ML Development Services

Recognizing the unique challenges of each business is essential in creating effective solutions. ideyaLabs adopts a meticulous approach that guarantees results tailored to your individual needs. We are not just tech-savvy; our strategy combines insight, creativity, and precision to unlock the true capabilities of AI and ML.

Our Methodology in Action

Insightful Analysis: We start with an in-depth understanding of your business landscape, objectives, and roadblocks. This analysis forms the bedrock of a custom strategy designed specifically for your needs.

Tailored Strategy Formulation: With insights in hand, our experts develop a targeted AI strategy that aligns with your business goals. We utilize advanced AI technologies to ensure effective and impactful implementation.

Flawless Integration: Transitioning to AI solutions doesn't have to disrupt your operations. Our team ensures that integration is smooth, aligning new systems with existing processes to enhance overall productivity.

Sustained Support: The tech world evolves rapidly, and so should your solutions. We provide ongoing support, ensuring your AI and ML services remain cutting-edge and adapt to shifting business dynamics.

Supercharge Performance with Our Service Suite

At ideyaLabs, we offer a rich array of AI and ML services, each crafted to drive tangible improvements in your organization. Our offerings focus on refining specific operational aspects, delivering results that resonate.

Strategic AI Consulting

Initiating your AI journey with a solid foundation is vital. Our AI consultants collaborate with you to understand your specific challenges and aspirations. Through thorough assessments, we identify potential machine learning applications that set the stage for meaningful development.

Advanced Machine Learning Models

Machine learning has the potential to revolutionize industries. We create bespoke models tailored to your data, ensuring that they adapt and evolve, facilitating informed decision-making and strategic advantage.

Natural Language Processing (NLP)

Elevate customer interactions with NLP solutions. By enabling machines to understand and process human language, we automate communications and glean insights from customer behavior that drive better engagement.

Innovative Computer Vision

Computer vision technology unlocks a new realm of possibilities—from enhanced security systems to intricate quality control processes. Our solutions empower machines to interpret visual data expertly, facilitating smarter operations.

Intelligent Automation

Transform your workplace with AI-driven automation. Routine tasks that once consumed valuable time become streamlined, allowing your workforce to channel their efforts toward strategic initiatives that foster growth.

Predictive Analytics

Leverage the power of data with predictive analytics. By analyzing historical data, we equip businesses with insights that forecast trends, guiding decision-making and optimizing performance.

Cutting-Edge Reinforcement Learning

Our reinforcement learning technologies enable systems to learn from their actions over time, optimizing processes for superior outcomes. This advanced approach transcends conventional machine learning, offering further enhancements.

Navigating the AI/ML Development Journey

Understanding the complete AI and ML development journey is critical for maximizing potential. ideyaLabs guides businesses step-by-step through this transformative process.

Ideation: Generate innovative concepts and explore unique use cases tailored to your industry.

Development: Craft custom AI and ML solutions aligned with your strategic objectives.

Implementation: Integrate solutions seamlessly into existing systems, ensuring continuity.

Performance Monitoring: Continuously track performance metrics to maintain effectiveness.

Evolution and Enhancement: Adapt strategies based on insights, ensuring ongoing progress.

This structured approach allows businesses to fully exploit the advantages of AI and ML, fostering sustained growth.

Transforming Industries with Our AI and ML Expertise

At ideyaLabs, we redefine industry standards with our advanced AI and ML development services. By facilitating the integration of innovative solutions, we help businesses harness the power of technology to drive substantial growth and efficiency across various sectors.

In a rapidly changing business environment, staying ahead of the curve is essential. Adopting AI and ML isn’t just a smart move; it's a strategic necessity. Forward-thinking companies prioritize innovation, positioning themselves as leaders in their fields.

Proven Success Stories

ideyaLabs distinguishes itself through expertise and dedication. We navigate the complexities of embedding AI solutions into diverse operational frameworks. Our collaborations across multiple industries demonstrate our capability to drive change and deliver results.

Integrating AI and ML enhances business capabilities and significantly improves customer experiences. Organizations willing to embrace such transformative technologies position themselves for unparalleled success.

Partner with ideyaLabs for Transformation

Choosing ideyaLabs means aligning with a team of AI and ML specialists committed to transforming your enterprise. We focus on tailoring solutions to your specific objectives, offering unparalleled AI ML development services that unlock new opportunities and provide strategic insights for a competitive edge.

Concluding Thoughts

In this data-driven era, the need for transformation through AI and ML cannot be overstated. ideyaLabs delivers customized solutions that elevate operational efficiency, improve decision-making, and pave the way for new opportunities. By fostering a culture of innovation and embracing cutting-edge technologies, businesses can adapt and prosper in a rapidly evolving marketplace.

Embark on your transformative journey with ideyaLabs today. Discover the immense potential of AI and ML development services uniquely tailored to your business needs. Together, we can redefine what success looks like in your industry.

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Solar Panel Installation Made Easy with Elite Electrical Kent: Trusted Electrician in Bromley

In today’s world, solar energy has become an essential solution for both environmental sustainability and cost-efficiency. Whether you're a homeowner or a business owner, the shift toward renewable energy sources is not only beneficial for the environment but also reduces your long-term electricity bills. If you’re considering making the switch in Bromley, you need a professional you can trust for your solar panel installation. This is where Elite Electrical Kent shines.

As your reliable electrician Bromley, Elite Electrical Kent has years of experience providing top-notch electrical services, including solar panel installations. The company is committed to helping clients harness the power of the sun to make their homes and businesses more energy-efficient and eco-friendly.

Why Choose Elite Electrical Kent?

1. Expert Knowledge and Experience

Elite Electrical Kent has been serving Bromley and the surrounding areas for years, earning a reputation for excellence. Our electricians are highly skilled and trained in the latest technologies for solar panel installation. As solar energy becomes a popular choice, it’s important to have a professional who understands both the electrical and technical aspects of the installation. Elite Electrical Kent’s expertise ensures that your solar panels are installed efficiently and safely, offering long-term savings and reduced carbon footprints.

2. Bespoke Solutions

No two homes or businesses are the same, which is why Elite Electrical Kent offers tailored solutions to fit your specific needs. Our team of professionals works closely with you to design and implement a solar system that suits your energy requirements and budget. Whether you need a small system for residential use or a larger commercial installation, we provide a personalized service that meets your expectations.

3. Trusted and Reliable

Choosing the right electrician is crucial when it comes to something as important as solar panel installation. As a trusted electrician in Bromley residents rely on, Elite Electrical Kent is known for its reliability, punctuality, and attention to detail. Every project we take on is handled with care, ensuring that everything is up to the highest safety standards.

Partnering with M. L. A. (Michael Lordan Associates)

To ensure the utmost quality and safety, Elite Electrical Kent collaborates with M. L. A. (Michael Lordan Associates), an industry leader in construction health and safety consulting. This partnership guarantees that every installation is completed in compliance with the necessary regulations, providing customers with peace of mind.

If you're ready to embrace solar energy and reduce your electricity bills, Elite Electrical Kent is the best choice. Contact us today and take the first step toward a greener, more sustainable future!

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How to Choose the Perfect Modular Kitchen Layout for Your Space

When designing a modular kitchen, the key is to strike the right balance between functionality and aesthetics. Whether you have a small or large kitchen, it’s essential to choose a layout that not only complements your space but also enhances the way you work in the kitchen. Here’s a guide on how to approach this process:

1. Assess Your Space

The first step is to measure the dimensions of your kitchen. Knowing the available area helps you determine which layout will best suit your space and cooking style. Common modular kitchen dealers layouts include:

L-shaped kitchens: Ideal for smaller spaces, this layout maximizes corner areas and offers ample counter space.

U-shaped kitchens: A great choice for larger kitchens, providing more storage and workspace. The U-shape creates a compact work triangle for efficient movement.

Straight-line kitchens: Perfect for narrow or compact kitchens, this layout runs along a single wall and is often found in studio apartments.

Understanding your space ensures that you select a layout that enhances both functionality and flow.

2. Prioritize Functionality

The true essence of a modular kitchen is its ability to make cooking more efficient. To achieve this, prioritize the placement of key appliances like the stove, refrigerator, and sink, following the “work triangle” principle. This reduces unnecessary movement and ensures that essential stations are within easy reach.

For example, in a small kitchen, an L-shaped layout can optimize space and still allow for efficient movement between cooking zones. In contrast, a U-shaped layout is well-suited for larger kitchens where you may need more storage and countertop space, making it easier to work on multiple tasks simultaneously.

3. Explore Customization Options

One of the best aspects of a modular kitchen is the potential for customization. Partnering with a skilled provider like Variety Aluminium Traderz allows you to tailor your kitchen design to fit both your needs and style preferences. Whether you’re looking for a sleek, minimalist look or a more traditional aesthetic, Variety Traderz can create bespoke solutions.

Their expertise in aluminium fabrication in Trivandrum means you’ll get high-quality, durable materials that are easy to maintain. Aluminium is an excellent choice for modular kitchen structures due to its strength and resistance to corrosion, making it perfect for the Indian kitchen environment where humidity and spills are common.

4. Choose Durable Materials

Modular kitchens are an investment, and it’s crucial to choose materials that will stand the test of time. Aluminium is not only stylish but also long-lasting, making it a practical choice for kitchen cabinets, frames, and storage solutions. Variety Aluminium Traderz specializes in aluminium fabrication, ensuring that your kitchen will not only look great but also withstand daily wear and tear.

Aluminium’s low-maintenance nature means that your kitchen will remain as good as new with minimal effort. Its sleek, modern look also aligns well with contemporary kitchen designs, giving your space a chic, high-end feel.

5. Address Your Storage Needs

Storage is a vital component of any kitchen. No matter the layout, it’s essential to evaluate your storage requirements and plan accordingly. With Variety Traderz, you can customize cabinets, shelves, and other storage solutions to maximize space. This is especially important in smaller kitchens where smart storage solutions can make a significant difference.

Custom-made cabinets allow for efficient use of every nook and corner, ensuring that even the smallest kitchens can accommodate all your essentials without feeling cluttered. Whether you need deep drawers for pots and pans or specialized racks for spices and utensils, Variety Traderz can design solutions tailored to your specific needs.

Why Choose Variety Aluminium Traderz?

With over 21 years of experience in interior design and aluminium fabrication, Variety Aluminium Traderz is a trusted name in creating modular kitchens that seamlessly blend functionality with aesthetics. Their expertise in aluminium fabrication ensures precision in design, offering you a kitchen that’s not only practical but also visually appealing.

Whether you’re designing a small kitchen in a compact apartment or a spacious one in a larger home, Variety Traderz offers tailored solutions that meet both your functional needs and stylistic preferences. Their commitment to quality and attention to detail make them an ideal partner in creating a modular kitchen that elevates your home.