#bhavi tambe

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{chapter fourteen: 14} the moment.

Leah: *With his challenging eyebrow arch her own wrinkled. Did he have to be so smug about that? The insinuation that most purebloods were prejudiced bastards was obvious and unwelcome: the nobility was as diverse as commoners, thank you very much and -- oh fine, maybe she just hated that he was right to be suspect. Shaking her head just once, she spoke softly,* No, he's not... *Her hands were back on her hips, knowing damn well that unless making them be musicians instead of guests was some kind of odd ironic punishment Robert wasn't going to have paid for them, but only for an instant. With his pained single sentence, her hands came down, symbolizing the drop her heart took in her chest. Pain fluttered across her lips and wrinkled eyes, all other things forgotten. Speechless--for what could she say? She wanted to be public with him too? She wanted to prove to the world he was hers--just as she was his? Her breath quickened and heart skipped just for allowing herself to think that. She looked down, rolled her sleeve back, pointing with a soft jab at the bracelet she wore: gold with an arrow, his gift to her. Her breath caught as they locked gaze. Going on her toes, not caring where they were, cupping his cheek, her lips slammed to his. For a moment the world was dead to her: Mitchell was all there was, his lips, his hand, his half-grown beard, his warmth. Then she heard it. Sound seemed to crash back into the world, a melody of blasts and screams raising in  crescendo. Wrenching herself back from him, her eyes were wide in shock and horror and this time, as she rolled her sleeve back, it was to grab the red-hilted dagger and wand, both of which seemed to leap into her hands.* Bloody--?! *She looked at Mitchell only a moment in fear and shock--her terror for him now met with the instant worry for Kitty, for her family, for all of them. And she took off instantly.*

Jane: *Tight, clasping fingers stuck to her left around the gold framed House of Parliament sitting on the painted bank, illuminated in the oranges and reds of sunset. Her right hand grasped at a wood panel above her head. Her hair tumbled free where his fingers had streamed through the spray-stuck style and was flooding off her bare shoulder, the violet silk pulled down to her elbow. Gasping in rhythm, it wasn't the new Monet, the wood, diamonds, nor her gown she focused on (well, once she had been sure he wouldn't rip it, for it was a new gift from her father--and Lord knew she didn't want to mention her father right now). Malcolm's hot mouth was open against her neck, his hand exploring beneath her lifted skirts, her ankles locked around his shirtless-back. Biting down hard on her bottom lip to stifle a sudden squeak, her eyes snapped open as she heard as if from far off an implosion echoing the shudders in her limbs.* Malcolm--*This time her gasp had little to do with his hand, her own falling down to his hair, twisting and pulling him back to meet his eyes in fear. While breathing in heaves against him, she unlocked her ankles, hurriedly gasping out* What--*There was a scream now, piercing her ears as he let her down with a thump. Ripping her sleeves back up to cover her shoulders, her skirt falling heavily to the ground as her free hand slid her wand out from under her bodice (see, there was a reason it was already loose). Mind suddenly a whirl with family members in danger, she breathed out in terrified confusion,* Dear God. Charles--Kit--Rick--*She couldn't keep them all straight, there were too many loved ones in that ball room, which sounded from this distance to be caught in the middle of a war.*

Karyn: *She hadn't moved as he leaned in; her nails were extremely interesting to focus on. And...apparently to intake breath in a somewhat-resembling-being-seduced fashion, but was she surprised she was highly alluring? No, she was not. Licking her bottom lip subconsciously as his sigh embraced her, her own sigh was caught between her teeth as she fought herself. The brief touch of his lips to the tip of her ear left her with the impression a breeze had passed. Damn him. She wanted him to 'ask properly' so she could simply 'deny him properly'; it was hard to answer 'no' to an unasked question. And then he had to go and...damn him! Head tilted to the side inviting, hooded eyes lifted from her shoulder to meet his caramel eyes. Oh, for heavens sakes, she thought, when she was imagining candies his brown eyes reminded her of, it was hopeless to resist what was surely a nightmare-of-a-fantasy-induced temporary fixation. When had she cared what was particularly smart anyway? Lips parting to breathe out in a determinedly contrary fashion (for she hadn't lost all her wits, dammit) she nodded.* It would be your honor, and my delight. *Yet before she could accept his hand, a succession of crashes and screams from behind them had her swivel and yank back from him. Despite the terror in her gaze, she couldn't help a private feeling of relief to have an excuse to pull away, for fear had already been in her gaze as she regarded Evan. Suddenly shrieking herself, she threw herself out of the way of a broken window, doubling over to press her eyes to her bare arms to her stomach. Breathing harshly as the pieces scattered around her, striking stone beside her, she realized Evan had shielded her from most of it. That was just their proximity, she told herself, eyes locked on his in shock. Mouthing 'thank you' to him, she pulled back to run in, breathing out first Lucy's name, than Hector's.*

Joseph: *Slipping the ring on, relief and delight broke across his face simultaneously with hers. For the hundredth time he felt that evening, he thought how it was perfectly all right and understandable for him to have been nervous--anxious, even, for he still had gotten down on one knee hadn't he? As he should have: theirs was a higher calling and demanded propriety. Besides, it was a bit of an inside joke, wasn't it? They were being proper...in the most hilariously improper kind of way for both of them. Lips twitching at the thought, he took her hand while he stood, grinning honestly as she kissed his cheek and held her as tightly as she did. Thoughts still abuzz with different ideas, he echoed her gratitude--or he was about to, when he saw over her shoulder what appeared half the windows implode, showering the ground with glass and serenading the night sky with screams. Pulling back from her instantly, he had his wand out as quickly as he saw she did, his hand still holding hers tightly. With a quick look to her, trust and fear equal in his gaze, he gestured with his words* They're going to need help. *He phrased it that way on purpose; Marietta may be his fiancee (he enjoyed that thought) but as they had said, he had no desire to use her anymore than she did him. She was less his fiancee in that instant than his partner, and whatever had just happened--he couldn't speculate, the shrieks made it too terrifying a thought--they were going to need both of them.*

George: *Having been standing by a window, conversing as politely with a few lords, as politely as he and Adelina could manage, his first instinct upon hearing the smash of the glass breaking was to pull his wife towards him, turning them around and crouching so he could take the brunt of the force. He had sleeves, but Adelina didn't. Barely registering the scratches on his cheek and neck, he looked back up as the glass stopped falling* Are you alright? *he asked hurriedly, standing with her and looking around, his heart dropping into a cavernous pit. No, was the only thing he kept thinking, along with a few choice words. The previously golden ballroom was exploding with different lights, casted and conjured, screams and cries could be heard. Taking his wand out quickly, he stopped pieces of the ceiling from caving in. Exhaling with the effort, he looked for Malcolm and Alysa but the room was utter chaos. Already there were wounded, and dead. He cursed under his breath; no, no, no.*

Vlad: How many times I have told girls to keep their money? *eyebrows arched as he smirks, shrugging his shoulders in an exaggerated manner before he answered smugly* Very kind of you to suggest that they'd be willing to pay for it, but no, I have not used those words before. *His smirk faded an instant as his countenance adopted a look of surprise as she lifted their hands to her lips instead. Oh what a tease, he thought as he watched and felt her lips brush against his knuckles. He chuckled under his breath, the smirk returning for a brief moment before he spoke up* Well, I was thinking more like this...*leaning in with a smile on his lips, he cupped her cheek, his mouth hovering right above hers before he heard it: a crash. The noise was so discordant and harsh that it jarred him backwards in a jump, his pulse spiking immediately as he looked around and saw pieces of brick and stone flying through the air, glasses shattering and spraying a group of people nearest the tables with broken glass, shrill screaming followed. Spells began flying, but in the crowd and the madness it was difficult to figure out where they were coming from. Taking out his wand from an inside pocket as a group of spells flew too close to them for comfort, he slashed his wand through the air and cried out* Protego! *the spells bounced off them, but found others to injure. His eyes wide, heart beating wildly in his chest, he looked back to Alysa to make sure she was alright.*

Garrett: *He had been dancing with his wife when the explosions occurred. Holding her still, he had moved them out of the way of a collapsing column. Wincing, he realized a moment later his eardrum had popped and now throbbed painfully but he paid it no mind. His eyes flew around the room immediately, looking for his children. He spotted Charles with his wand out, saw Kitty with Eli, but there was no sign of either Leah or Jane. People began running, ramming into each other, trying to get away from the explosions and the spells, but Garrett reached for his wand and wished it was his sword instead. Turning around furiously, looking around for the source, he cursed under his breath as he saw the musicians spending out spells wandlessly. Fucking muggleborns, he thought as he aimed a stupefy their way. He could kill them, all of them, but he would not stoop down to their level. He aimed a depulso at another one, sending a man flying through the air before turning to Evelyn, grabbing her hand once again before urging quietly* The children. *he looked around again, and cursed as all seemed too have vanished from his sight.*

Bhavi: *A wicked game, he said, and she could not help her honest smirk of admittance. They were at the Faye court, after all, she thought in delight: was there a better place for wickedness? Even Alec and Blair's mum had deceived them, pretended to be a lady--and their dad had hid his magic for most of his life. And Rowland and Rebecca were pretty much the most honorable people she knew--the thought of them lying so easily still didn't quite fit. Bhavi on the other hand, she could admit to herself she didn't have such qualms. Well, not usually anyways. Appraising who he pointed at--she had hardly opened her mouth before the room seemed to explode behind them -- no, around them, implode in reds and greens as spells streaked over her shoulder, knocked the glass clean from her hand. Shattered glass splattered the ground, her dress, and the column she darted behind--her hand suddenly clasped tight in Jesse's. Which of them had grabbed the other, she didn't know, and she didn't rightly care. Instead she focused on his face above her, his wicked smile replaced in a look of shock, anger, and something she didn't know how to name. She could hear screams of pain--and worse, of loss-- begin to spill into the air, but she refused to scream. Surely they were supposed to be louder? Her heart was deafening other sounds, the room appeared to spin: only after a moment did she realize Jesse was saying something, by the way his lips were moving, for she could not hear a word. Praying she was not deaf--that he only could not be heard above the chaos of battle, she grasped three names: Alec -- Sid -- Blair. And there was nothing she could do but nod in shock, agreeing with him she would do anything they could, reaching for her wand and praying in Hindi she thought she had forgotten*

Damocles: *It truly was amazing, Damocles thought amused to himself, how his wife could smile through insulting someone so thoroughly and leave them walking away feeling as though she had blessed and charmed them. He thought he caught most of them now--most, he would never be so dumb to think he caught all of them. (Though of course she never did this to him, of course not. She assured him of this, with a teasing smirk and sweet caresses accompanying her feigned indignation. As if she would dishonor him so?) His lips twitched and brows wiggled as Clarissa walked away from them. His hand slipped into hers, tugged to spin her around and he met her lips with his in a soft, sweet (and much too short) kiss. No, public displays were not entirely proper but--let them just try and say something against them. Let them dare. Pulling back, his breath was still against the lips he adored, his gaze locked on the eyes of the woman he cherished as he went to search for something--anything, words would be nice--to explain how much she meant to him. Nothing came. But he hoped it was in his eyes. There was a light in hers, one he was so addicted to, and then--and then something else, a light he was decidedly not so fond of--and that was all that registered before he yanked her into him again and down, the stream of vibrant gold shot straight over their heads. His breath caught as they tumbled, his arms around her tighter than he gripped his sword, seeking to shield Maeve's exposed arms from the sudden explosion of glass. Sobered by the blasts as they disentangled in one swift moment, both their wands immediately out, Damocles could not spare a moment to look around the room aghast. If he had--he would have seen the blonde muggleborn he had spoken with only a few minutes light up green before crumpling, or the woman who had once been his sister by marriage only a few inches away, their hands outstretched in rubble towards each other, would have marveled at the jest death had brought: as if those women would have been friends. Instead his eyes sought first his son. As he saw through smoke and spells Vladimir repel a spell, half shielding and half fighting with Alysa, he was not sure which emotion gripped him more: terror or pride. Choosing the latter through stubbornness, he tried to search for Blair, for Alec, for their friends--but saw no sign of them. Only then did he let out an exclamation, a grunt of frustration more than fear, escaping his chest more from the breath it sought he had momentarily forgot was requisite for life. And life meant he could fix this, somehow--not because it was likely, or even foreseeable that he could. He and Maeve would fix it, because they had to, and he would make it, damn everything else. Then he turned to Maeve only an instant. It was not necessity that drove him to seek her gaze, for instinct and experience had taught him she would do as he would have advised without him saying a word. Comfort alone could be given from the momentary gaze, and only some was taken before both leaped to action. The musicians--Blast, he thought in frustration, I should have hired the symphony from London -- but there was no time to focus on that, for those he had let in supposedly to 'make the guests more comfortable with their own music' had erupted with deadly intentions already realized in the chaos around them. Spells flicking every way, he lost sight of both his wife and son as he found Derrick, and let his cousin do the honor as Lord Commander to shriek for the knights to group around them. Maeve would get people out, he knew that. It was his duty to arrest -- or kill, he thought with a sick grimace and twist in his gut, kill if necessary -- those who had turned a night of trumpeting cooperation to a chaotic, desperate wretched hell.*

Eli: *He and Katharine had been accepting another kindly offered congratulations on their proposal. Uncaring if it was genuine kindness or not, they accepted it nonetheless for neither possessed qualms in admitting their happiness about it. Happiness quickly vanished from their faces as a piercing loud noise erupted around them, filling their ears almost painfully. He held his fiancee protectively in his arms, and then moved them back suddenly, almost falling on the ground as he saw parts of the ceiling start to collapse. Wood and stone fell around them, but the couple they were conversing with did not move away fast enough, and were crushed before them. Eyes wide, his hold on Kitty only tightened, keeping her close* Oh God *he whispered under his breath as he saw the destruction heighten among them, and reached inside his pockets for his wand as he saw spells flying, making faces shine violent shades of red, green, blue, yellow, and white* Diana-- *he whispered next, looking around frantically for his sister, his dread growing as he could not spot her. He did find the perpetrators- musicians, the spells bursting forth from their hands instead of wands. Casting a protego around them, he looked back to Kitty, seeing a similar fear in her eyes, he squeezed her hand, words not coming to him as easily as they had been* 

Ariadne: *She hadn't intended to laugh as freely as she did as he spun her and lifted her. Nor was she in control of her heartbeat or breathing for that matter, as one escalated to an obnoxious pace and the other threatened to stop entirely. As her feet touched down on the ground once more she became increasingly aware of their chests pressed together and his hand on her lower back. She briefly wondered if this was what attraction felt like. And his answer, that unfortunately he had not taken as the joke she intended it to be, seemed so honest. Could it really be that simple? The prospect of that warmed her, made her smile. But the feeling didn't last long. A loud boom and crash jarred the room caused her to jerk back from Rhett's hold, and her heart seemed to leap into her mouth as she gasped out loud and looked about, watching the glass and stone fall on them from above. Screams followed, piercing the night air with their terrifying song. Her wand was in her hand not a second later, eyes narrowed in determination for fear was a luxury she could never afford unlike some around them who were fleeing, and falling. Around them, for she wasn't alone, Rhett was still next to her. She looked back at him for just a moment, the dance they had shared pushed aside to the back of her thoughts, resembling more a dream than memory. A moment was all she could spare, for the next her wand slashed through the air, sending a hex flying back to where it came from and stepping forward to deliver one of her own*

Sofya: That's ironic. *The words left her lips before she thought them. That was rare for her, but pleasant she decided, to be honest so easily and carelessly without fear of judgment. Or at least, not actual dismay--just teases, smirks and fake hurts she couldn't deny being swayed by. Not in her own head, anyway.* Ostentatious is another word for pretentiousness characterized by vulgarity. It suits you, really. *Her head turned towards the music, starting at the sudden change, unsure what to make of the speedy, shrill notes that seemed to clash together just as ostentatiously as his smirk. She liked it. It was much less boring than the classic playing a moment before. Before she could contemplate a response--let alone formulate her acceptance to sound as though she wasn't caving per say--she found herself drawn against him, his arm sweeping around her waist, strong fingers pressing bunched silver fabric into her hip and suddenly she finds herself wondering just how very thin the material was. Heart racing, she kept her jaw from dropping open through sheer stubbornness as he lifted her back up, letting her hand snake into his grip and the other slide around his shoulders with practiced grace. It was almost nonchalant a motion, despite how tightly he held her. A light smirk on her own lips, she parted them only to let out a heavy breath, press her chest to his--she leaned in closer, and closer, as if to answer his question--as if to do more than that--before spinning them herself. This was fortunate. A spell whizzed by them as they spun, striking one dancing behind them, illuminating them in a green, sharp light before they saw they fell lifeless without a sound. The ballroom was erupting all at once with shrieks, colors, sounds, glass, falling ceiling pieces and even a column she was sure had stood there for a hundred years. Breath difficult, and tears springing to her eyes from the rising dust, she only noticed now how she remained clutching Hector to her, face buried in his neck as he avoided another spell with another quick spin. Though she suspected his muttered spell to shield had been more prudent in saving them, she had another thought. It gripped her mind with a shiver she could not wholly reduce to fear (for Sofya Faye did not get scared, she got even). Their dance had turned from smirks, seductions, teases and tempting an angel. Now they openly taunted that devil named Death.* 

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...i love these two okay? :)

[hynextgenbabies]

...because i adore them xD

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{chapter fourteen: 11} bhavi/jesse

Bhavi: *Never in her life had she been more tempted to try the wine. There was that old adage 'do as the Romans do when in Rome' (though she didn't know if it actually was that old, so she did refrain from mentioning it around anyone else) and amongst nobility at court, it appeared absolutely no one went without a glass when not dancing for longer than a few minutes. She had been approached three times by men offering her a drink (She did love this dress; it was all soft lavender, sleeveless, a deep v-neck that exposed the top of her chest and threatened further, and it shorter than the others in the room, so that you could just make out heels, if not ankles. If ever a dress was a tease). Only they had all been rebuffed by a look from Jesse. If he hadn't been teasing her all night, (talking and other wise) she really would have thought this was a dream: the year was 1904, she was in a ball gown, at the Faye court, with Jesse Peterson at her side, joining her in rating the gowns, the women in them, and the backstories each had (from their own invention; he supplied most of the dialogue as people walked by). Lips flicking, she gestured with her glass of water,* If I guess what you would rate one of them, would you dance with me then? 

Jesse: *He had said it once, he'd say it again: corsets were the best piece of fashion ever invented. And given that his 'date' didn't even need the extra lift on a normal day, this was rather enjoyable for both him and his eyesight. Not to mention, Bhavi was the most 'exotic' woman here and even the more stuck up of nobles couldn't help but to stare. They could stare all they wanted, no one could make Bhavi laugh like he could; it was a gift. And the rest who tried approaching. Well. There was a reason she was still in his company. He took a sip of the wine, used to much stronger stuff, he chuckled at her question, debating.* Bhav, sweetie, I wasn't born to dance like that *he gestured to the dance floor himself* And I know you'd love the opportunity to lead me *he smirked* but, I'm afraid there'd no way to stop my hips from gyrating on the dance floor. *he winked* We wouldn't want to embarass Alec and Blair, after all. 

Bhavi: *Laughing again at his response, she shook her head while pursing her lips reluctantly commenting sweetly* I suppose not--though *she adds it teasingly* I wouldn't let you embarrass yourself, you know. The hand she held up, waved sideways for a moment as she added with an exaggerated sigh of her own* But if you're certain, I suppose I'll just have to find someone else to ask. *Ha. Like she really was going to? She bit her bottom lip, adding pointedly, leaning in (and all right, doing so did press the corset in) to add* And either way I believe you'll owe me a dance when we get home then. You can choose the club, of course. *Her brow wiggled, which she hoped was enough to hide the fact that she had half just asked him to ask her out--but really, that was not the point. She wanted to dance with him; that was.* 

Jesse: Embarrass myself? *he scoffed playfully, laughing once and then gesturing to himself as if to say 'this fine specimen? be embarrassing?'* You're funny, Bhavi. *he grins only a moment, for in the next she was throwing the notion around that she would dance with someone else. Well, not bloody likely.* Oh Bhavi, what a wicked game you play. *he wiggled his eyebrows and took another sip of his watered down wine. It was too sweet for his taste, he preferred his wine dry, whenever he did drink wine that was. Her next point however had him smirking all over again* Now that, I can do. Been to Cable before? Pretty wicked...*he wiggles his eyebrows and the points at a lady not too far from them* game on, what would I rate her then?  

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Ashley: *clicks*

Blair: ...and I'm blind. 

Adair: Shhh. Library!

Bhavi: Quick, guess which of us is the lone Ravvie.

Adair: *pokes Bhavi* 

Blair: *rubbing her eyes* Seriously Ash, bright light.

Ashley: Great photo. *lips twitch, dropping the camera across her neck*

Blair: That you're way of saying it was worth it?

Bhavi: It was our way of waking you up. Seeing as how you went awol on us and apparently came to the library prior to 9 am!

Blair: *laughs once under her breath* I did not- I was just trying to find this book.

Adair: ...why exactly are you reading on the fashions of the 19th century?

Blair: ...early 20th. *shows cover of the book*

Adair: Not exactly you're usual style. 

Bhavi: Covertly sneaking out of the dorm and conservative dress? You're going undercover aren't you?

Ashley: It's that or abducted by aliens.

Blair: Aliens get a bad rap.

Adair: *laughs* Blair-

Blair: It's true! Why on earth would someone visit this planet just to experiment on us? I'm telling you, only humans would come up with that story.

Ashley: You know you didn't answer the question.

Blair: Which question?

Bhavi: The book! *points to it* What's with it? 

Blair: ...okay but you guys have to swear not to tell.

Adair/Ash/Bhavi: *put their hands in the middle of the circle immediately with an 'Iswear'*

Blair: *pauses and then laughs once, putting her hand on top of theirs to "seal the pact" and then says easily* Because I need to know what to wear when I arrive.

Bhavi: ...arrive where?

Ashley: You mean for one of your Mum's parties?

Adair: *slowly* ...wait...

Bhavi: Oh but I liked your costume at the last one!

Ashley: Reminds me I have to print those photos-

Adair: Blair. *attempts sternly but in awe* How exactly are you getting to the early 1900s?

Blair: ...well, Alec got a time turner for us-

Adair: You stole a time turner?!

Bhavi: And you were going without us?

Blair: It's a quick trip! *lips twitching* We just want to meet our grandmother...and...you know, everyone else. *turns Damocles' rings around on her finger idly*

Adair: Time turners only go backwards-

Ashley: So what if it's a quick trip?! *excitedly* Can you imagine the photos I could take? 

Bhavi: *firmly* We're coming.

Adair: No, guys, I'm serious, we won't be able to come back-

Blair: *laughs and shakes her head* ...Alec's working on that part.

Adair: And they don't go back that far anyways.

Blair: Working on that part too.

Adair: But if it's possible, why wouldn't your father have gone back..?

Blair: Because he was meant to have us.

Ashley: Dair.

Adair: How?

Blair: Sid mentioned something about magnification...*shrugs a shoulder*

Ash: ..Sid's going?

Bhavi: Course she is, you don't think Alec can survive more than twenty minutes without her do you? He's still moaning about your camera--

Ashley: Is it my fault the camera loves her?

Bhavi: And you STILL weren't going to bring us?

Blair: *laughs* Sid found out this morning.

Bhavi: ...just Sid?

Blair: *teasingly* No, Bhav, Jesse isn't coming.

Bhavi: ...oh I'll convince him.

Blair: Wait-

Adair: *getting a slow grin* That would work, actually, provided you magnified it by--

Ashley: *puts her finger on Adair's lip* Shh. Math.

Adair: ..we could really do this, couldn't we?

Blair: Hence needing outfits.

Adair: *beaming* Well naturally! 

Ashley: So that's you two, Sid, us three, Jesse--Kale?

Blair: *grins suddenly* Well I was always gonna bring him.

Bhavi: So he knew too?

Ash: Honestly the amount of things that kid probably knows--

Blair: *laughs* Shh...

Bhavi: True, Ash, I don't think I want to know actually. Remind me to get him to sign a confidentiality agreement. 

Adair: Can I be there when you tell Alec?

Bhavi: Oh, me too.

Blair: *laughing under her breath still* I was serious you know, we weren't planning on staying long.

Adair: ..you're messing with time though, that's...

Ashley: Illegal. Mhm. But hey, your dad was born then, so you could probably argue you're just going home.

Blair: I like this argument.

Bhavi: When are we going?

Blair: ASAP.

Bhavi: ...I need to go shopping. The whole puritan-bad-girl thing just totally--

Blair: The fashions are terrible-

Ashley: Is this when hats were big?

Adair: That was the forties really but--

Ashley: I always thought I could really pull them off.

Blair: Of course you could babe, *teasingly* you're gorgeous.

Bhavi: *looking at a picture in the book* Are you serious? You can't even see that person's ankles.

Blair: *dies* I know. 

Bhavi: *pokes her* How will you survive?

Blair: I won't. I'll die. At the stake. Arrested for being wanton and what not. 

Ashley: ...well and a muggleborn witch.

Blair: You know technically both my parents are magical, right?

Bhavi: Mm, and the Lord's in love with your father so you should be okay-

Adair: Well actually if you go early 1900s..muggle borns become legal around then. So we'll be fine. *she pauses* ...you know apart from the...

Ashley: Rampant persecution?

Adair: *sighs* Yup, pretty much. You know I'm the only--

Bhavi: Ahem!

Adair: Okay, we're the only actual muggle borns here, so--

Blair: So we just bother Damocles. *shrugs a shoulder*

Adair: *amused* You know I never had the sense that was the best idea.

Blair: But Maeve'll be there too! So you know, she'll keep him in line.

Ashley: *laughs* Oh I'm sure he's gonna love you really.

Blair: What's not to love?

Bhavi: Once he's had a 'Blairiffic hug' I'm sure--

Blair: *promptly leans over the book, hugging Bhavi tightly and just squuueezes*

Bhavi: *yelps* Help! Help! Can'tbreathe!

Adair: *at the same time as Madame Pince* SHHHH!

Ashley: *snaps another photo quickly*

Bhavi: Oiii, ow, that is bright.

Blair: I told you! *as she's letting Bhavi go*

Adair: So provided this works, we just need to find a three day weekend and--

Blair: *brows wrinkle* Ohhh Dair-

Adair: ...what? We can't miss school-it's O.W.L. year!

Bhavi: Don't remind me. I'm ignoring that particular headache right now.

Ashley: *cheerily* Hey, we could always study in the past.

Blair: Get full marks on History of Magic anyways.

Ashley: See the overturning of centuries of hate-filled legislation up close.

Bhavi: And the resultant fights...

Adair: *wryly* This sounds really safe.

Ashley: *lips twitch* Where's the fun in it being safe?

Adair: Well it will be cool--

Ashley: Oh, I know! Dair, you can write all about it and I can take pictures for a documentary...

Adair: ...Oh wicked.

Bhavi: And Blair and I can act!

Blair: The camera does love us too. And then my brother can stop griping about sharing his girlfriend.

Adair *chuckles* And what, Jesse shoots the film?

Bhavi: ...oh yes. Oh definitely.

Blair: *pokes Bhavi's side* Bhaviiii--

Bhavi: *immediately to Blair* And what, Kale caters?

Blair: Shush! I told you that in confidence!

Bhavi: Like he doesn't know you talk.

Ashley: *teasingly* Right, he likesss your big mouth you said--

Blair: *grinning* For a very different reason--

Adair: *conversationally, as Ash squeals* Alec's gonna have a field day.

Blair: Good. He can go sit in a field. I'm okay with this.

Bhavi: *poking her shoulder* Naughty girl.

Blair: *ignoring with a teasing grin, points to a picture in the book* That one doesn't look too bad.

Ashley:  *chuckles again* You know you're not supposed to show your arms either?

Blair: *rolls her eyes* Heaven forbid a woman look like a woman. I don't get this. 

Bhavi: Well, it's cause men couldn't control themselves.

Blair: ...yeah, that's what they still say in India, isn't it?

Bhavi: ...so there's a reason we moved here.

Blair: *lips twitch* I don't see the burqa on you, no.

Bhavi: Speaking of places you'd die in-

Blair: I would. Immediately. Keel over. 

Ashley: *head shaking* If this is how the women in his time dressed, no wonder your dad freaks.

Adair: *chuckles* Rowland freaking is cute though.

Blair: It is not cute! It's restrictive. And annoying.

Ashley: Mhmm, and you clearly listen to him too. *eyes the current outfit*

Blair: ...The dress goes past my knees okay?!

Adair: Seems to be missing the top half though--

Bhavi: *grinning* Oh I think you look cute.

Ashley: Mm, I'm sure Kale enjoys it.

Blair: *grinning as well* He does, yes, very much.

Adair: ....I'm thinking we need more details.

Blair: Oh but that wouldn't be proper, milady--

Ashley: ...oh the vernacular too...

Bhavi: Just talk like her dad. *conversationally* Big words.

Adair: And when we get in trouble--

Ashley: As we inevitably will.

Blair: Oh I hope so.

Bhavi: Just leave it up to Alec. *grinning* The water heater excuse deserved a Pulitzer.

Adair: And blame the fictional rats. 

Blair: Damocles will buy that anyways. *grins* 

Ashley: ...oh I can't wait.

Blair: *just beams* 

[hynextgenbabies]

blair stone, alec stone, sid price ashley anderson-eppes, adair keyser, bhavi tambe

the thus-far cast of kids around blair/alec's age in the stone family future :)

...these kids make me smile.