Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

What did Louisa mean by that, necessary NOW? "Now is the perrrrrrrrfect time," she purred for a reply. "We have THREE children here today. This is the EXACT everyday life STUFF my readers want to see. You're just lucky I didn't bring my camera and vintage selfie stick I found on e-Buy." Or whatever it was called. Tori was PROUD to write for Muggles AND wizards, thank ya very much, but it took a lot of work to balance the two. Not to mention, er, actually doing all the things required by motherhood and domestic bliss.

The children, unnoticed by the so-called perfect mother, were already causing a ruckus in the shop. The smallest one was toppled like a Jenga game by the older fire-haired sibling; the eldest of them all, meanwhile, quickly became sucked into their pursuit of the frozen delicacy. The raven beauty, however, was also absorbed, preening and censoring herself much to the dismany of the media.

See? Paulie was on her side. Look at him, picking up Tino like, so perfect like that. Tori maybe even got a little misty-eyed at the sight of the two. HER BOYS. Her baby. She had to resist the urge to run after Valentino and mollycoddle him some, especially because of his WAILING. But all the best books said to ignore it! So she sighed and stayed seated.

Plus, y'know, she still had to look cool in front of Louisa. Old rivalries die hard, OKAY?! "You're no maiden," Tori stated LOUDLY, along with a chortle at Louisa's expense. Her green eyes did land on Louisa's face, though, at the mention of Legend having a... bad morning. Aww. Tori decided to hold back her next biting remark. She'd go along with the subject change, for now. And not just because she LOVED talking about herself.

"I dooooo." Beam! "One of them shares a photo of his cat every time I post a picture of Tino. I don't see the resemblance and I DON'T get the joke." That guy was mild though, compared to some of the mail she occasionally received. "Did you know I had to stop using my surname Bunbury? Apparently there we have some real haters out there???!" Weird, right?! But whatever, Foster was her Paulie's name, and it sounded great with her first name too.

Zara was off in Zaraland, igorning her brother, her dad, and everyone except for Stormy and the ice cream, duh. She was bouncing on her tippy toes in an effort to seeeeeee some of these ice cream flavors, but all she could spy was....

"I'll have what SHE'S having," Zara announced to her dad, or whichever grownup was listening. SHE was STORM by the way. Her idol. *__*

Originally Posted by Magical Soul

Would Louisa even be surprised if Paulie got Storm the cake and have Louisa pay for it and endure her daughter's smugness? No. But then again, Paulie grew actually to be a great good father. He knew how to balance having fun with the kids, and relating with them enough that they automatically sought him out for guidance and whatnot.

Butterbeer was not an ew, she ignored that bit and watched Tino throw a fit. He was a handful, wasn't he? They were precious at this age, though, wait until he was six forming opinions and asking questions. Louisa's blue eyes left Tori's boys to focus on the mother sitting across from her. She seemed well educated on how to handle a scene-making toddler. "Shouldn't we consent to this or something?" Louisa's eyes leave Tori temporarily to give the stink eye to the quill.

Those fans' stories, though. Wow. "A cat?" She repeated, leaning in over the table absentmindedly. "I think... you should inform law enforcement." That would be Louisa's reaction. Maybe she spent way too much time with politicians and diplomats she lost her faith in human altogether? Apparently not too suspicious because look at her using a different last name because of all the filth in humans. Louisa nodded, almost as if she understood what Tori meant. "Victoria Foster." It had to be tried out loud to see the sense behind the name. "I think it works perfectly. Bunbury is way too classy for a.... for that." she gestured at Tori and her quill, trying so hard not to sound insulting.

Was this insulting? She couldn't tell anymore. Again, she spent too much time participating and leading subtextual discussions with politicians it was seeping into her social life.

Storm caught up to Zara in no time. She had to dodge a few elbows, but she had a nice reflex thanks to her dad's dodge ball games. It was one of her favourite time of the week when they got to play together outside. Her mum was almost there ALL the time, so Storm didn't feel that tug of feeling where she'd miss her, ya know? But dad worked long hours, sometimes days and weeks, so she often found herself craving more time with the old man.

Back to reality, though. Storm took a sweeping look at the flavours, not surprised by Zara's announcement at this point. "If only there is a flavour between chocolate and vanilla," she spoke to her younger friend, who was leaving foggy handprints on the clean glass btw. "Chocolate is too sweet, and vanilla is too white." She tried to sound as smart and sophisticated as her mum. Did it work? "I'll take three scoops of salted caramel." she decided. Anyone was welcome to decipher that train of thought of ice cream flavours.