sortinghat_logs | Bring on the fireworks

WHO: Everyone who can make it to Mechanisburg
TONE: Fun!
RATING: PG upwards depending on how drunk some people get (hey, kissing at the Midnight mark can get raunchy!)
WHEN: 31st December
WHERE: The brew hall in Mechanisburg, Germany
WHAT: Mamma's invited the staff and students of Hogwarts to join in with the New Year's eve party at her old brew hall! Families are welcome, the waitresses adore children!

Festivities were in full swing at Gkika's brew hall - the dancing girls on stage being cheered on by the bar patrons, the beer wenches mingling in the crowd and deliberately thickening their accents for tourists. The music was lively as to be expected, there were drinks and food aplenty. What more could you want?

Gkika herself was donning her 'Mamma' clothes as she circulated the crowd, making sure people were behaving themselves and not hesitating to bodily throw out those who didn't, all with a big grin on her face.

(ooc: Feel free to tag amongst each other, it's party!)

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Rhys...

[She keeps her voice soft, soothing, a gentle pressure on his fingers as if to remind him that she's there. Of course she's curious, but now is not the time to press for details.]

What? [snaps the word out, his deep voice making it like the crack of some blunt instrument against bone. He gaze softens just slightly when he looks at her, though, and he continues in a more tightly controlled tone] You had a son, Dolores, and lost him. You should understand ... I've been denied this boy for years, and now that I've found him, she's going to try and take him from me again. It can't be permitted.

[She flinches, but no more than that, and relaxes a little when he looks at her with a softer expression than his tone would suggest.

The comparison makes her wince. It's not one she would have drawn. Her son had died, he wasn't simply out of her grasp. She looks away from him, down at their hands.]

If I can be of help to you, you know that I will do all I can. I understand your feelings in this.. but do not compare it to what happened to my little boy. It is not the same.

[Oddly enough, her reprimand calms him a little, though the dark mood remains.]

I realize that. I didn't mean to compare the two as equivalent, simply imply that you would understand how precious a child is. My apologies. [sighs] I told you, I am poor company tonight, you would do better to grace someone else with your presence.

Perhaps I would, but where and with whom I chose to spend my company is my own business.

[If he tells her to go, she'll go, but as long as he's tolerating her she'd rather not remove the calming influence that she seems to have on him. It's a troubling situation to be in no matter what the specific circumstances.]

Something like this must be handled delicately.

I think delicately was passed some time ago. [bitterly] The woman has made her stance abundantly clear, and I wouldn't doubt that she's already making plans to move him.

Have you spoken with your son? [She wants to help, but with such limited information there's only so much advice she can give.] How old is he?

Sixteen. [and she can draw all the conclusions she likes from that, but that should probably make it clear that unless he turned out to be a squib, Rhys has had the opportunity for some contact, in some way] He doesn't know who I am, not in relation to him.

[Honestly, he's not really looking for advice right now. He's not really looking for anything, though he calm is appreciated.]

[Squibs can come even from the most magically inclined parents, she knows that, but she knows it's highly likely that this means his son is a student. Her eyes soften and she takes both of his hands in hers, rubbing her thumbs over his knuckles.]

This must be so difficult for you.. I'm sorry, Rhys. I wish that I could help, somehow.

There's nothing anyone can do, though I think you are the only one who would care to. [His head tips forward, regarding their clasped hands, his mass of hair falling from his shoulders to obscure his face.] He's a splendid child. I just-

[He shakes his head then, falling silent.]

Just..?

[Ah, but she won't pressure him for answers, she knows better than that.]

[He says nothing for a few long moments. Measured silences are a part of Rhys's black moods at times, when he's not flying into a rage, anyway.] I will always wonder what could have been. If I'd been allowed in his life, if he'd grown knowing me.

[Would he still be mute? Rhys thought he knew the answer to that very well.]

I can't let much more time pass like this. I don't want any more regrets with him, no matter what she says.

Bring on the fireworks

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