if you're lost and alone

[shitknickers]

WHO: Jake English and the Strilondes (this sounds like a terrible band name).
TONE: Awkward, as most things with Jake tend to be.
RATING: PG?
WHEN: Backdated all the hell way back to Easter. Welp.
WHERE: The Strilonde Residence.
WHAT: Bro has demanded Jake return to the Strilonde residence with him to spend the Easter holiday with them so he's not alone at the school. Shenanigans are likely to ensue.
STATUS: Ongoing!



Jake had, without a doubt, always enjoyed people. But he'd not grown up around large numbers of them, so he wasn't horribly distraught when not surrounded. If anything, he enjoyed a healthy dose of solitude. This had continued even after his grandmother died and he had moved back in with his parents in Glasgow-- he rarely left the house, was rarely seen with anyone but Neytiri.

Hogwarts had changed that. He still got a little antsy around large groups, but now he was essentially part of a family. He'd been adopted, more or less, by the Strider/Lalonde hybrid set of sideshow oddities. And while he certainly didn't quite fit with their pale hair and strange eyes, he didn't mind so much, looking so different. He was tall and built similarly to the Strider father, dark-skinned and dark-haired, but he had just as many quirks about him as Dirk, or Dave, or even Rose.

But he'd never really had a problem with spending odd holidays alone in the school. Bro, on the other hand, seemed to take issue with the concept of him spending Easter on his own. So, here he was, abruptly apparated to the Strider-Lalonde household, Neytiri in his arms and a duffel over his shoulder.

Welp.

[Idgaf how you guys wanna tag, action brackets are fine I just prosed because I'm a proser. Idk what anybody was gonna be up to over the Easter holiday so I left it super open-ended.]

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[seeringlight]

Pretty sure you can see the Grimdark dark auras of her not so good morning mood seeping out from here. She looks into the refrigerator. What is all this fucking shit? "Their kitchen is not quite up to par to mother's. And by that, I mean they earnestly can't even hold a matchstick to how stocked out kitchen is. Do they live off cereal or something?"

[shitknickers]

He was a little alarmed, true, but Rose was a bit intimidating anyway so he just gave her a slightly larger bubble than normal. He chuckled at her complaint, though.

"Your mother sounds like a lovely woman," he said, still using a gentle tone, if a bit jesting. "Though if you'd like, I could try to scare up something a little more exciting in the kitchen."

[seeringlight]

"Lovely is not the word I usually associate with mother, no. I suppose she can be pleasant but she is positively horrendous when it comes to me." She will win their passive aggressive war. She will. "I was hoping for actual food of some sort. As much as I enjoy the sugary cereals of Lucky Charms or Apple Jacks, I do actually enjoy a well balanced meal. Perhaps it was too much to ask for such a thing here."

[shitknickers]

Jake laughed heartily at that, leaning his weight to the side and sort of bumping into her.

"I do suppose one's guests and friends do have a somewhat different perception of one's parents than their offspring," he offered gently. "But I still find her lovely. Likely because you resemble her." He smiled and tilted his head. "Would you like for me to cook something up for you? I'm not sure what ingredients they have around, but I can attempt to whip something up." Rose, your boyfriend cooks.

[seeringlight]

"I would like to say now that I rather not grow up to be like my parents. Lovely people, but not the type I see myself as." She's more like them than she really knows though. "A significant other that can cook. How is it that we have not wed yet? If you mention a culinary background in the world of sweets, I think I would demand to have our vows in my father's room right this instance."

[shitknickers]

"Ah, well. I'm hardly one to judge on that topic," Jake said easily. He... didn't really talk about his parents, but he certainly didn't want to grow up to be like them. He laughed at her verbose excitement of his culinary skills, holding his hands up in a submissive gesture. "Now now, don't judge my skill before I've tried it, I'm no Barefoot Contessa." Jake apparently watches Muggle cooking shows. He smiled. "Though I can make some pretty mean lemon bars. They were my grandmother's favorite."

[seeringlight]

"I think you're quite fetching, not that I can be much of a judge. I do enjoy your company though." She is secretly a fatty, Jake. She is the fattiest. It is her. Underneath those skin and bones lies a fatty. "I haven't a clue who Barefoot Contessa is, but if you were to learn French cuisine, I would never let anyone even so much bat an eyelash at you." She would murder them.

[shitknickers]

A quiet laugh, and Jake stared at his feet. Compliments from Rose had always been difficult for him to take without squirming like a schoolboy, but now in particular. "I could take a gander," he offered. "The Barefoot Contessa is a Muggle chef, I watched a cooking show of hers quite often at my parents' home in Glasgow."

[seeringlight]

"I was never one to really sit and watch television. It isn't really something in my household and I was fonder to just sit and read. Or knit." Or succumb to what is her dastardly yet adorable cat. "I do hope you continue to learn new dishes though." Who doesn't love food, gosh.