Parents Day! Come and mingle~

[shnpc]

WHO: Students and their Parents and also Teachers.
TONE: Fun, cute, familial.
RATING: G to PG-13
WHEN: March 18th, throughout the day. But also evening in the Great Hall
WHERE: Great Hall or anywhere in the school.
WHAT: Parents are visiting! There's a party in the Great Hall around dinner time where everyone can get together in one place. Get your parental mingle on! And have fun.
STATUS: Ongoing! Use whatever tag format you want!

Feel free to make your own threads, or tag reply to the Great Hall thread. Go nuts!

Comments

[shellfishlovver]

[Aaaaand he could pick her out of any crowd. He strides next to her, glancing at her from the corner of his eye.]

Evening.

You know they don't sell children here, miss. And they would surely notice if you attempted to snatch one...

[condescendence]

[Ah, him. She remembers him, perhaps a bit more clearly than she'd like for what was essentially an attempt to get herself an heir for her empire.]

Fortunately for me, I already happen to own one. Don't tell me you've failed to notice the resemblance.

[Feferi is only Condi in miniature.]

[shellfishlovver]

[He leans a bit closer, as if he didn't hear her right the first time.]

You have a child? I was unaware. I have yet to see anyone quite so radiant as you.
[Lookit that little smirk.]

How old is she, if you don't mind my asking...

[condescendence]

[Oh Dualscar. You hopeless flirt. That's not going to work, this time or any other time except...the one time it did.]

Her father's influence, no doubt. He was passable enough. She's, oh, thirteen now?

[She smirks herself, wondering if he's going to line up those dates or not.]

[shellfishlovver]

[Oh he's considering that, yes. He's mulling over the dates in his mind. He wonders if it would be terribly forward to ask when her birthday is.

But really, if this is his child then being forward is the last thing he should be worried about.

He feels himself clam up just as he was intending to ask. He barely manages to choke out his question.]

She isn't...? You know? Who is her Father? If you would be so kind as to tell me...She's not...?

[condescendence]

[Condi has never been a kind woman. She takes a vicious kind of pleasure in the way she smirks now, and pre-occupies herself with taking a drink, watching him over the rim of her cup.]

Yours? Of course she is. Surely you see the resemblance?

[wwistful]

[If he was holding anything he would have dropped it.]

Mine!?

[He lowers his voice right down.]

You had my child and didn't tell me...?