He had, had a long and tiring week and now he had to meet his step brother that he knew about and he had his little sister so he couldn't really start anything due to Gracie being with him and he did not want to start anything that would tear the family apart. Well no one in his family was really close well his father's other children that he never really met. The twenty four year old looked down at his little sister and back up. He looked at his watch on his right wrist. Raul wore a beautiful black button up jacket with a pair of dark blue jeans. He was a tall muscular guy and you could really tell from his.

Gracie looked up at her tall older brother. She was happy to be out of Germany. She could not remember the last time she was out of Germany. It was weird. She wished she could remember but sadly not. Who was she meeting? Oh yeah Cody her other brother. But she knew that he wasn't going to be like Bryce and she loves Bryce. He's the only brother that is closer to her age. She feels a connection towards him. She loves him like she loves her whole family. "I ish boreds!!." Grace whined.

Grumble. Grumble. Grumble.

Cody had mixed feelings about knowing he had new family members. He loved family, he really did, but it was like a slap in the face to know his mum wasn't the only one his 'father' had had kids with. And he never even had the decency to tell Cody and Lissa about all the other family members they had. Which was messed up in his mind. Especially considering the group of half siblings they had was so large.

Seriously. How could you hide that many people?

Spotting two people who appeared to be waiting for someone, Cody approached them, glancing at the little girl to confirm it was the one he'd spoken too on twitter. "Uhm, are you the Russell's?"

Well, the OTHER Russell's.

Sighing, Mason led himself and the dark-haired woman up the street away from the Borr-ing party. Speaking of, he still didn't know her name. Yet they were going on a date after having just met about half an hour ago. It all seemed a little strange. Mason Everard, who hadn't had a girlfriend in two years was taking some woman on a date for a drink. And he didn't even know her name.

And she hated him. And he didn't particularly like her either. So, really they were just going to the Leaky to get a strong drink after a lame party. And called it a date.

But as they reached the Leaky Cauldron, Mason noticed the lights were off and it was eerily still inside. Then he noticed the sign. GREAT. They were closed for the Borr-ing party, too! Ahh, wasn't this just lovely?!

Mason sighed exasperatedly. "You've got to be kidding me." He mumbled loudly. The only place in Diagon Alley that had alcohol and it was closed in honor of the reason that he needed alcohol! Mason ran a hand through his mane of dirty-blonde hair and turned to the woman he was with. "Well... So much for that." He said with a sigh. "Sorry." He muttered.

Boooooo.

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Grumble. Grumble. Grumble.

Cody had mixed feelings about knowing he had new family members. He loved family, he really did, but it was like a slap in the face to know his mum wasn't the only one his 'father' had had kids with. And he never even had the decency to tell Cody and Lissa about all the other family members they had. Which was messed up in his mind. Especially considering the group of half siblings they had was so large.

Seriously. How could you hide that many people?

Spotting two people who appeared to be waiting for someone, Cody approached them, glancing at the little girl to confirm it was the one he'd spoken too on twitter. "Uhm, are you the Russell's?"

Well, the OTHER Russell's.

Brycie? But he was suppose to be at Hogwarts right now? confused. So confused. "Yous ish nots Cody." Gracie shook her head. Her hand was holding on to Raul's big hand. "Yous ish Brycie. Yous is mys brofer." Gracie said. One thing...don't try to mess with a five year old.

Raul looked at the guy. So this was the person his mother was talking about. This was the brother that he heard stories about. So their father left them for Raul's mother. Hmm. What a story. Raul nodded. "We are the Russell's." Raul said in his smexy German accent. "You must be Cody." Raul said. Well. Yup. "I'm Raul." He told his half brother.

She didn’t care that she didn’t know his name. In general she didn’t care to know anyone’s name. If she knew their name she, by society’s standards, would then be required to give a damn about them. PFT! Not this dark haired beauty.

Medea noticed the streets were eerily vacant. Her brow furrowed as she considered the lack of people and then Mason drew her attention to the Leaky. Closed. Oh Merlin’s beard was all this closed for that fat slob!? You’ve got to be kidding me?!

Looking around angrily she was trying to find a solution. She could invite him to her place. Or.. maybe they could go to his place…. Nope those are awful ideas. Brushing her hair out of her green eyes she finally spoke, ”That fat man is so full of himself he had Diagon Alley closed to ensure the only place to go or thing to do was his stupid party.”

She was so mad she wanted to start blasting things. That would certainly make her feel better, but blasting things here could land her in a whole mess of trouble. Eh… stupid rules anyway.

”Sorry?! Sorry certainly doesn’t help us does it?” She knew it wasn’t his fault, but she couldn’t resist the opportunity to belittle him. It’s what she does, and she does it really well. The woman rolled her eyes slightly and turned from him taking a couple lazy steps away.”This date isn’t working out well for you.” Medea snickered.

Letting that last comment linger for a moment she turned slowly back to him. He looked completely defeated. Just how she liked her men. Mwhahahaha! *evil smirk*

”You’re lucky that 1.) I’m forgiving and 2.) I always have a backup plan - always.” Walking back to him she stopped a couple feet from him and showed him a small wristlet bag. The bag itself was approximately 3 inches square, black and attached to her wrist by a small strap.

Opening the bag she reached in and rooted around for something. The mouth of the bag opened exceptionally large, larger than you’d expect a bag of this size to open by two or three times. Medea didn’t think it necessary to tell him it had an engorgement charm on it, it should be obvious.

”Ah, here we go.”

She handed him two glasses and a flask. Medea then cinched up the wristlet bag and again brushed her hair out of her eyes. With an exasperated look she sighed heavily, ”Well?! Are you going to pour us some drinks or not? I mean you couldn’t even provide us drinks for the date you asked me on and now I’ve taken care of that and you’re just standing there?!?”The reality was she had only just given them to him and realistically it had been mere seconds. That wasn’t the point.

The point was she was thirsty.

Looking down at the little girl who greatly resembled the girl from his twitter profile, Cody smiled, bending down slightly and raising an eyebrow. He wasn't Cody? Last time he checked he most certainly wise...that's what his Mum told him anyways. Maybe he was switched at birth? LE GASP!

Oh wait. No. He was pretty sure he was Cody. Married to Savannah. Soon to be a daddy. YES! "No, sorry sweetie. I am your brother, but I'm not Bryce. I'm Cody Russell. Pleasure to meet you." BEAAAM at the adorable little seeeeester.

Standing up to speak directly to his...older brother, what a weird thing to say, Cody offered his hand. "Yes, that's me. Pleasure to finally meet you Raul." So his Dad left they're mom for Ashley Russell. And then left her for Raul's mom. And then came back to Ashley. And then back to the other one.

What a messed up man.

Mason had an idea that things were going to get real ugly way before they did. This woman was crazy. And there was no alcohol. A long night was ahead of them. Part of him considered inviting her to his flat. Then he glanced at her face that was full of fury... Definitely not an option.

Fat man. Heh. Mason snorted. And then he realized she was dead serious and tried to cover it with a cough. "Yeah, what are they thinking? No one even knows who that bloke is..." He mumbled more to keep away the silence. He was afraid that if was quite too long, the woman would feel the need to fill it with the sounds of her hand hitting his face.

But no, she filled with her voice of fury. Wait, was this really happening? She was blaming him for the lack of alcohol. How in Merlin's dirty underwear was this Mason's fault?! His eyebrows narrowed and his jaw dropped. "Hey, excuse me? First of all, I did not ask you on a date. I said I wanted to go to the Leaky to get some alcohol and you so unkindly invited yourself." Yeah, darn straight, woman!

What was she on about? This girl was seriously insane! First of all she looked like a mad woman with her dark hair and her red shirt that said Black Widow. Her aura screamed pain and suffering.

Then, by some god-given miracle. Was that..? Yes! She had alcohol. Mason accepted the flask and the two glasses. He suddenly had the urge to attack her in a giant hug. But decided against it. He might be murdered. And again, "I did not actually ask you to go on a date with me." Mason muttered as he unscrewd the lid of the flask.

He held the glasses between his fingers and poured a generous amount into each. Handing the flask and a glass to the woman, whose name he still didn't know, he lifted his glass. "Cheers?" He offered, waiting for her to tap his glass with hers.

Here's to a long and interesting night.

The move to a new department was in itself stressing. You had to make a good impression on your new boss and you had to get a feel for the co-workers whom you had to get along with. Clarissa knew that her red hair and numerous scarves would scare some and intrigue others along with her mood swings. So when her first day in the Creatures department had become a national holiday in honor of a man calling himself Lord Borr the red head had been less than pleased. Clarissa had been invited to the celebration spectacular in the middle of Diagon Alley of course but wasn’t exactly keen on going. Who has Lord Borr anyway a high up ministry official? Probably!

Wandering the streets of Diagon Alley had its appeal but not if you were walking around alone. With the chatter from the big celebration tent ringing in her ears Clarissa walked over and sat down on one of the vacant benches. The red head wanted a moment’s peace before joining in the party.

OF COURSE she had to notice his moment of uncertainty there, of course she had to. And of course she also had to comment to rub it in. Of course. Oh how he had missed the redhead. Yes, and that was sarcasm there in case there was any doubt. "Oh, shut up, will you." Jeremy said with a grin, rolling his eyes at Louise to show he was of course not completely serious...or at least not being offensive.

Why was Louise that observant today?! He shouldn't have let that slip, he shouldn't have. He didn't care, it didn't matter! And he certainly did not want to discuss this now. "Nevermind, nothing to worry about." Jeremy replied curtly before grinning at her, trying to change the subject...a little, at least away from certain women at Hogwarts. Sigh.

He genuinely chuckled at Louise next words. Classified information? Oh really? Heh. And women too busy for relationships around here? "Oh really? Where?" He made a point of looking up and down the street in search for said women she was talking about. Hmm, no he couldn't see any. "Who are they? You know, you can trust me. I won't tell." With an amused grin he moved his gaze back to her, raising his eyebrows innocently.

"Well, now I guess we can be...fruits together." Glancing back up at her hair briefly he chuckled once again before frowning at her mention of Borr's party. "Yes, I know. And no, because some of the students have been selected to join the party too, so we can't teach today. They would miss lessons." And that couldn't happen to Borr's precious invitees. Not that that answered what exactly he was doing in Diagon Alley...

She was not having a good time. This was probably the worse date ever. Well, if you didn’t count that time with that guy at the thing. He was never the same. After the date he was admitted to St. Mungos, in the long term ward. But that was not important now.

Did he just snort?! Or a cough? What in the world? Wow… this guy is such a winner. *eye roll* But it’s possible she could mold into a decent man. A little work could make him the perfect door mat. She completely break him, make him but a shell of a man and then dump him. Someone would be happy to have him. His next girlfriend could ‘fix’ him. PFT! Stupid women always want to fix their man. Not Medea. If they’re fixed they’re mouthy and have a mind of their own.

Just then he got all loud and his tone was very challenging. Oh.No.He.Didn’t.

Her eyes got a wild look to them. If her eyes were lasers boy-man would be dust particles at this point. Her anger flamed up inside her with a deep breath she allowed him to finally pour the liquor. She did not echo his ‘cheers’ but she did however kick back the glass and drain it in one large gulp. No it wasn’t lady like but at this point it didn’t matter. She was about to get real un-lady like.

Empty glass in hand she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Finally she let the cork out. Winding up she threw the glass against the nearest wall and it shattered into a thousand pieces.

”Are you implying that I invited myself? Or that I imagined you asking me out?! Are you trying to say I’m mad? I know when a man is interested; I know when I’m being asked out. I cannot believe you’re accusing me of making all this up! “ She flung her hair behind her, eyes shown her raw emotion.

She was an incredible actress.

Her chest was rising and falling rapidly matching her breathy tone. Medea rounded him and now was behind him, ”You think it’s a game? You think it’s entertaining to play with a woman’s heart?”

Now, she knew he never actually asked her out, and she knew that she did in fact invite herself. But that wasn’t the point. The point was she had to break him…

”Do you do this often? Ask women out and then convince them you’re not interested and that they selfishly invited themselves?!” Making the complete circle she was now in front of him and her face was inches from his. Her hot breath poured out in front of his face.

She looked deep into his eyes and then suddenly turned from him. Now to lay it on thick. Make him feel truly awful.

With her back to him she continued she brought her tone down to barely above a whisper, ”All you men are all the same. I thought you might be different”

This should do it; this should get him to apologize. If it worked then he would take all the blame and he’d be a confused little boy. At that point she could start molding in to her personal punching bag boyfriend.

Mwahahaha!

She didn't return his "Cheers!" ?! Pff, fine. Mason lifted the glass to his lips and dranking "cheerfully" by himself. Finishing his glass in just a couple of a quick swallows, Mason looked up from his drink to see the woman glaring at her with fire in her eyes. Her glass was empty. She must have been thirsty. For blood, by the looks of it.

Mason was tempted to turn around to see if there was anyone else there that she could possibly be glaring at. But it was silent in the street. He was sure he was alone. No one to hear his screams.

GOOD GOD, this woman was insane! Mason thought for sure the woman was aiming for that glass to hit his head. But instead it smashed against a wall behind him and shattered into a million pieces. The noise echoed through the dark alley. And her eyes seemed to fade to black.

He didn't know what to do. He didn't know what he could do to calm her down. Maybe he was just tired and used the wrong tone of voice, but she definitely got mad. No, that was understatement. She was swimming in an ocean of burning fury. "No! No of course I don't think your mad, that's not-" Mason started, but she kept yelling. "No you didn't make all of it up, there was just-" Aaand kept yelling.

"This isn't a game to me! I'm not trying to-" Gah, woman! Let the man explain himself! Then her face was so close to his, he could feel her breathing on his face. It was a little... Intimidating. He didn't know what to say. He was afraid of saying anything because he'd probably screw up again and she'd hex him to the Sahara.

When he looked into her eyes, he really saw that she was hurt. Because he was naive, and really had no idea this was all an ACT. Then she whipped around and what she said almost broke him. She thought he was different. Oh gaaawwddd. Women were so insaaane.

Mason reached forward and gently touched the woman's arm. Hopefully she wouldn't break it off... "Look, I didn't mean to hurt you." He told her softly. He walked in front of her to face her and looked into her eyes. "I apologize. For everything I have said tonight. You're right, I was insensitive and you deserve better than that." He told her, apologetically. "I'm sorry this date didn't work out. I can make it up to you though. We can go out and... get something to eat this week?" He suggested. WAIT, what was he thinking?! Just a second ago, this woman was practically screaming in his face and he wanted a second date?

Mason. You are an idiot. With a weakness for women.

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The move to a new department was in itself stressing. You had to make a good impression on your new boss and you had to get a feel for the co-workers whom you had to get along with. Clarissa knew that her red hair and numerous scarves would scare some and intrigue others along with her mood swings. So when her first day in the Creatures department had become a national holiday in honor of a man calling himself Lord Borr the red head had been less than pleased. Clarissa had been invited to the celebration spectacular in the middle of Diagon Alley of course but wasn’t exactly keen on going. Who has Lord Borr anyway a high up ministry official? Probably!

Wandering the streets of Diagon Alley had its appeal but not if you were walking around alone. With the chatter from the big celebration tent ringing in her ears Clarissa walked over and sat down on one of the vacant benches. The red head wanted a moment’s peace before joining in the party.

Grumbling to himself about having to attend this ridiculous party undercover, Charles walked the streets of Diagon Alley hoping to clear his mind a bit before setting off into one of the shops, transforming, and heading over to Lord Pig's bash.

"Stupid fat 10 chinned man," he grumbled kicking at a lose rock on the ground. Worst of all, Charles had heard that students from Hogwarts had been invited to this party and he hoped against hope that Kurumi was not among them.

Clarissa was in the midst of getting up the lust to go and join the party in the nearby tent when a man about her age came into the northern part of the street. He didn’t seem to be in the brightest of mood’s the red head noted considering the grumble. Raising a brow she called over "Not too thrilled about national Borr day I take it?"

She wasn’t doing cartwheels herself but that was because the national holiday had come on the worst day possible. It was not every day you were nervous about meeting a new boss and now she had go through the nervous butterflies and finding the right outfit all over again tomorrow.

It was working! He was apologizing. Mwahaha! She let his words hang in the air, not responding to him just yet. Making him squirm. Yesssss! Medea felt that not responding yet would make her ‘hurt’ seem more genuine. Part of her felt bad for working him over so badly, but he did make it easy.

She typically would break anyone’s fingers that dared touch her without permission but this time it was necessary. It let him see she was venerable, and needed his reassurance. And it felt good, he felt good. Bringing her eyes to his she did the very best pathetic and scorned look she could. His eyes were actually very alluring.

After he finished speaking (and apologizing like a blubbering idiot) she nodded slightly. She let out a soft sniffle (laying it on uber thick), ”It’s ok. Yea that sounds great.” Medea smiled ever so slightly.

The green eyed woman wasn’t sure what she’d use him for but it was evident she’d be able to control him easily. Maybe he’d just be a companion or a pawn in possibly something much more sinister. Either way she had to make sure he stayed under the trance of her charms. Looking back into his eyes she realized how very close he was, oh this would make it perfect. The dark haired woman leaned close to him running her fingers from his forehead to his cheek.

Her tone changed from the sad weak little puppy voice to a sultry whisper, her eyes bore into his. ”I look forward to our date.” Just then she did it. Planted her lips on his, she pulled him in and deepened the kiss.

After about a minute she pulled away from him she adjusted her shirt and looked away. ”You’ll send me an owl no later than tomorrow by noon as to where we are meeting for dinner. You won’t pick me up, I don’t know you well enough to allow you near my residence.” Her tone was very business like. ”I don’t like Thai food or flowers. Where ever you decide that we’re eating keep it casual.”

Looking around she realized it was getting late. ”Do you have any questions?”

The silence was killing him! He didn't know why he suddenly felt so completely sorry for her. They had met probably an hour ago, yet he felt so guilty and sorry for the misunderstanding. Even though he wouldn't say ever again that she misunderstood him. Because he'd probably die. So, he just had to make himself belief that he was rude and insensitive. She scared him.

Mason was glad that she didn't break his fingers off for touching her arm. That meant she was actually warming up to him... Right? His heart nearly broke when he saw how she upset she was. GUH, he was such a wuss.

Then she sniffled. And that broke down every barrier. He felt so baaaaaad! And it wasn't even his fault! Mason was glad that she looked him in the eyes and smiled the slightest bit. That reassured him. And then, what was this?

Miss Femme Fatale was back.

They were close. Very close. The woman was getting closer, too. He knew what was going to happen. She was going to kiss him. So many thoughts ran through Mason's head in those few seconds while the woman ran her hand from his forehead to his cheek. Her hands were cold. He knew nothing about her. He didn't even know her name.

And then their lips touched, and Mason closed his eyes. He was surprised. Surprised that she actually kissed him and surprised that he did nothing to stop her. He brought his hand up to her arm and kissed her back as she pulled him in closer. This was all very, very bizzare. But he didn't stop until she did some time later.

Mason just looked at her while her tone changed completely and she began talking about something else. Wait, what? What was she talking ab- Oh, right. Their next date. She sounded like a business woman. Note to self: Owl before noon, don't pick her up, no Thai food, no flowers, keep it casual. You got this, Everard.

Questions? What were questions? How about what was really in that flask? Liquified Opium? Was he going insane? Don't answer that. Oh, here's a good one:

"What's your name?"

She had him where she wanted, and she liked him where he was. The kiss was not fueled by a strong passionate desire to intimately know this man, it was business. Maybe someday it might become more personal than that but currently it was most certainly not. With all that said he was a very good kisser.

It looked like he was paying close attention; the kiss did its job. Excellent. He certainly looked confused when asked if he had a question. She didn’t know what he would ask, you can never tell what people are thinking.

Name? Name. Oh what’s in a name?

Medea looked at him and softened slightly. Oh no, she would not give her name. She rarely did. Now if he did in fact end up working with her at the Ministry sure he’d eventually know her name, but until then she didn’t know him from Merlin’s beard and wasn’t about to compromise herself. So she answered with the same answer she gave every time a man asked her that question.

”You’ll have to forgive me but I don’t know you well enough to give out my given name.” Medea hated muggles, and everything to do with them. Except one muggle, who she deemed an utter genius. ” That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet. Call me what you will. Name me. Make me and my name your own.” She nodded her head at him ever so slightly leering at him.

This game she loved. The men would spend hours thinking of her and coming up with a proper name just for her. Some picked practical names, while others pet names. Each was different and all of them meant something to her.

Most of the names given to her were boring, meaningless and frankly stupid. She was actualy excited to see what boy-man would come up with. Most men were not creative, but Mason seemed differnt. For starters she was sure he knew who she was quoting.

"Well, if that's all?" She turned as if to leave, but waited to see if he needed anything else.

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Clarissa was in the midst of getting up the lust to go and join the party in the nearby tent when a man about her age came into the northern part of the street. He didn’t seem to be in the brightest of mood’s the red head noted considering the grumble. Raising a brow she called over "Not too thrilled about national Borr day I take it?"

She wasn’t doing cartwheels herself but that was because the national holiday had come on the worst day possible. It was not every day you were nervous about meeting a new boss and now she had go through the nervous butterflies and finding the right outfit all over again tomorrow.

Charles looked up just before he was about to kick another can across the cobbled-street when he heard the woman speak to him. "Not at all," he frowned wrinkling his brow a bit.

Looking at one of the store windows, he saw another one of those bloody posters advertising for the party and immediately ripped it from the wall and threw it in the nearest rubbish bin.

Realizing that he was being overly grumpy, and perhaps making a terrible impression, he dusted off his hands and adjusted his jacket a bit. "Sorry about that," he said with a chuckle. "My name is Charles," he offered his hand for a handshake.

Mason was... confused. About the woman. About his feelings. About what the kiss meant, if anything at all. And about what any of this meant. The kiss was... He couldn't explain it. Yeah, it was a powerful kiss, but did it mean anything to her? They had met only an hour ago, yet she had planted a big one on him. Then, of course, did it mean anything to Mason?

He was still rattled and confused about the turn of events that just happened since they met. He yelped, she made fun of him and tortured him, went femme fatale on him, invited herself to go on a "date" with him, freaked out and threw a glass against the wall, he apologized and then she practically snogged him then and there. Oh yeah, made perfect sense. How was he supposed to feel right now?!

Oh and to make matters worse, she wouldn't tell him her name. But there was something about her, her mysteriousness, that he liked. Mason was drawn to her. She was his complete opposite. She was a dark, seductive mystery and Mason was... A cowardly little chihuahua.

A Shakespeare fan? Mason's lip curved into a smile as she quoted from Romeo and Juliet. He was a Shakespeare junkie. "Doff thy name; and for thy name, which is no part of thee, take all myself." Mason muttered after she quoted. Hmm, so now he had an assignment, did he? He had to give her a name. Fair enough. Ah, but wait. "I'll only do it if you do the same for me. I want a name from you too." Mason requested. Erm. Please say yes?

She suddenly turned to go. Hm, was that all? A small smile crept onto his lips and he reached out and took her hand. Bringing her wrist to his lips, he looked her in the eyes. "Parting is such sweet sorrow, that I shall say good-night till it be morrow." He said, trying not to over-do his Shakespearean romantic look. 'Cause yeah, he had one.

Clarissa normally would have asked ‘Really?’ with a big frown across her face but didn’t. She didn’t know the man well enough to judge him. The red head watched in silence as the man ripped down a few advertising poster’s for Lord Borr’s with quite amount of irritation. It was clear that the man was irritated to say the least which was evident by his actions.

The man came over to her and after dusting off his hands on his jacket he introduced himself as Charles to her. "It's perfectly fine!" Shooting him a bright smile she said "Pleased to meet you Charles! I’m Clarissa."Shaking his hand gently Clarissa asked curiously "Do you work at the ministry?"

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Clarissa normally would have asked ‘Really?’ with a big frown across her face but didn’t. She didn’t know the man well enough to judge him. The red head watched in silence as the man ripped down a few advertising poster’s for Lord Borr’s with quite amount of irritation. It was clear that the man was irritated to say the least which was evident by his actions.

The man came over to her and after dusting off his hands on his jacket he introduced himself as Charles to her. "It's perfectly fine!" Shooting him a bright smile she said "Pleased to meet you Charles! I’m Clarissa."Shaking his hand gently Clarissa asked curiously "Do you work at the ministry?"

Charles was taken by her bright smile. It reminded him of his wife's, although those had been few and far between these days with all that was going on in the wizarding world. He knew that Yukie didn't like it when he talked wizarding matters at home with their three sons. In fact, she often would go into another room, slam the door, and play on the family's grand piano until either he or one of the boys came to get her. Then, she went back to making tea or doing some flower arranging.

Thankfully, Kurumi had inherited her mother's looks as well as that sparkling smile. The thought was enough for a smile to tickle its way across his lips.

"Pleasure is all mine," he replied with a gentleman's bow. It was then that he noticed all the...scarves she was wearing. Was it that cold out? "Forgive me, but I couldn't help but notice all the scarves you are wearing..."

Medea watched as his expression changed from utter confusion to a bit of a smirk. And then he earned some serious points. He.quoted.Shakespeare. A man after my own heart. She couldn’t help but give a half smile, she was impressed. This man might actually be a worthy opponent.

Opponent. That’s what she called her gentlemen callers. To be considered a boyfriend the person would have to be considered her equal and frankly that took a lot more than a quote or two. She was very competitive and that trait of her bled into her very active love social life. Medea had never told a man she loved them. She never figured she would, the dark haired beauty had no intentions of getting married so that worked. Although there was one time in which she considered marriage as a business opportunity. But it didn’t work out. He ended up being very sick dying, and she consequentially got rich.

She swished her hair behind her shoulder as he returned the challenge. A single brow inched dangerously close to disappearing into her hairline. Whaaaaat?! No one ever had the gall to return the challenge. This man was either stupid or genius. Her sharp tongue held behind her teeth she waited to speak. Medea’s first reaction would have not gone over well. It would have included something along the lines of ‘I didn’t ask you to speak minion….’ And that would have been followed by giving him a name alright, a vulgar name. No that would not bring her closer to her goal. Adjusting her face she softened it. ” Of course.” She simply said.

As she turned to leave he took he hand, kissed it and quoted the S-man again. And his face?! Was that constipation, worry, gas… or wait, was that his romantic look!? ”How about instead of wasting your time saying good-night all night you do the homework I gave you. And don’t forget owl me. By.Noon. I don’t mean sent it out your window by noon – I’d better receive it by noon. So make sure your owl knows what it’s doing.” She said this very cold and snatched her hand back.

Yes, she was impressed with him. Yes, she thought it what he did was terribly romantic. But she couldn’t let him see that. She couldn’t let him know he was doing a good job. One of two things would happen. He would either try harder to please her, or he would give up and leave her be. Most gave up. She needed a boyfriend worth opponent.

With that she turned on heel and with a pop she was gone.

The woman looked pleased that he could quote Shakespeare. And that made him more confident in this... what, relationship? Meh, scary word.

At first, Mason wasn't sure she would accept his challenge back. And when her eyebrow shot up her forehead, he though she might punch him in the gut. Luckily, she did nothing of the sort. Instead, she accepted. Much to Mason's pleasant surprise. He gave her a half smile.

And then she went back to the deranged lady he had met earlier that night, bossing him around and looking disgusted. He quickly straightened up with slightly narrowed eyes. Fine. He thought to himself. See if he'll try to ever be romantic with her again! Pff, it was bound to happen.

Mason opened his mouth to assure her that everything would be fine, but she turned and was gone with a loud 'POP'! He stood there for a couple seconds, looking at the spot where she disapparated. He didn't know why, but he wanted to be enough for her. He was seeking something from her... Approval? Acceptance?

What the hell have I gotten myself into?

As a first impression Clarissa got the feeling that Charles was a man with a lot on his mind. Knowing what people felt about people who were a bit too nosy the red head didn’t try and dig into why he seemed troubled. Lord Borr’s celebration party could hardly be what made the man be uptight and irritated enough to rip down posters.

Clarissa continued to smile as Charles asked about her scarves. Stroking the one she had around her neck she explained. "I love scarves in all shapes, coloure’s and sizes. I can’t get enough of them. My daughter thinks I’m weird because I wear so many, but they are a part of my comfort zone. Without them I wouldn’t really feel like myself, if you know what I mean?" Could a man understand her passion for scarves?

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As a first impression Clarissa got the feeling that Charles was a man with a lot on his mind. Knowing what people felt about people who were a bit too nosy the red head didn’t try and dig into why he seemed troubled. Lord Borr’s celebration party could hardly be what made the man be uptight and irritated enough to rip down posters.

Clarissa continued to smile as Charles asked about her scarves. Stroking the one she had around her neck she explained. "I love scarves in all shapes, coloure’s and sizes. I can’t get enough of them. My daughter thinks I’m weird because I wear so many, but they are a part of my comfort zone. Without them I wouldn’t really feel like myself, if you know what I mean?" Could a man understand her passion for scarves?

Charles had every intention of listening to what the woman had to say, but his brain completely switched into loving father mode the moment she mentioned she had a daughter.

"You have a daughter too?!" he squealed as his face turned a complete 180 from his serious and composed expression to that of an elderly woman wanting to spoil her precious toy poodle. "I have a daughter as well, would you like to see?" Of course she would!

Charles pulled out a wallet sized photo album that he had cast an Undetectable Extension Charm years ago so as not to miss a single precious moment of his little princess' life. "Here she is the day she was born, my little Kurumi," he said showing her the first picture. He flipped through about 50 more before the young girl appeared to have grown up any. "This is one of my favorites! Here she is riding her very first tricycle. She followed me everywhere on that thing, like my own escort of cuteness."

Elijah took a last look around Diagon Alley. London just hadn't worked for him. Now he was going to New York and start a new life in America. He looked around. There was nothing he left behind, except his family he never saw anyway and his little brother who was at Hogwarts. And Kyle... The one sort of friend he had made in London. Elijah shrugged. Kyle wasn't the type to be his friend. So laid-back... Elijah was always tight on schedual and busy. But this job offer was amazing. He sighed when he took a hand of flu powder, taking a last look at the alley.