Happy Hour

[wizard_howell]

It's a tired and subdued wizard who straggles into the bar tonight, rests his head on Bar's surface, and is presented with the option to tend. Never one to resist a challenge, regardless of how weary he might be, he nods resolutely. A wave of his hand later, the specials are up on the board.

Baby Aspirin
Morgan's Mountain
Witch's Brew #2 (#1 is busy)

At the very bottom, in tiny golden letters:

Bydd y dyn hwn yn talu am bopeth!*

It's only money, right?




*Drinks are on Howl's tab tonight.


ETA: and we're closed to new threads. Thank you, everyone.



Tag: Alba DeTamble

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[gorgonfondness]

"That's about how I felt when I was sixteen as well."

She leans forward to hear him and smiles as he speaks.

"Is that ever going to take away my maternal right to pinch Cepheus by the ear and let him know he's being cocky when he gets older? Or should I just show any potential wives pictures of him as he is now?"

Which makes Mia wonder if she should go see Narcissa and ask if there are any pictures of Draco when he was little.

[wizard_howell]

There's probably not much point in advising her to do neither. Instead, he simply grins and takes the wisest possible course of action.

"They say mothers know best. Far be it for me to argue the fact."

[gorgonfondness]

She laughs at that.

"I'd say that isn't exactly true. You'd think I would have been the first one to figure out Cepheus was teething."

[wizard_howell]

"No? Then who was it?"

Beyond Cepheus himself, of course, who most likely only knew he was dashed uncomfortable. When the time comes for Morgan to teethe, it will be time to start changing him into a variety of creatures as a distraction.

Only, of course, when Sophie is away from home.

[gorgonfondness]

"Draco was out of the two of us. I had been guessing Cepheus was colicky for most of the day, which surely just frustrated him."

[wizard_howell]

Score one point for the gentleman of the house.

"Mark me impressed. I still have to meet this Draco of course, you are aware of that, are you not?" It's bound to happen one of these days; he takes a long sip of his tea and eyes the patrons down at the other end of the bar, one of whom looks as if he might be in need of a refill.

[gorgonfondness]

"One of these days he'll stop by here and everyone who has yet to meet him but wants to will," she says.

She follows his gaze.

"I'm all right here if you have others to take care of. But don't overwork yourself, okay Howl? You'll hate yourself for it in the morning."

And by "the morning," she means 2-5 am.

[wizard_howell]

There are potions and spells for that sort of thing. Eventually, though, he will find himself being incredibly grumpy and out-of-sorts. No matter how good any wizard's magic is, sleep is still required.

He'll have to teach Morgan to value the spiders at a very young age.

"No overworking." He's typically very good at slithering out of that sort of thing -- something else he'll have to teach his son -- and he raises his teacup to Mia with a smile. "Photographs next time." Or perhaps a portrait. Who wouldn't want a framed image of a baby screaming sitting in their front hallway?

There are so many reasons his castle has no front hallway.

"Take care of yourself, my dear. And my best to your family. Thank you for the most excellent advice."

[gorgonfondness]

There are worse portraits out there. Just ask anyone who's spent significant time in 12 Grimmauld Place.

"Send my warmest regards along to all of yours. And we can trade next time: photographs for baby clothes."

She raises her own teacup.

"I hope it serves you well. And if it doesn't, you have my blessing to toss it aside."

[wizard_howell]

"A deal. Thank you, friend." With a tired but genuine grin on his face, he steps down to the other end of the bar, already formulating what he'll tell Sophie about tonight. He very much likes Mia's idea of stepping through the castle door to this place for a nap.

That's something he'll definitely pass along to Sophie.