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Who's Your Daddy?

With a smack on the arse from his best friend, Fin set to loading up the dining table with food, and by the time his parents and sister emerged from snooping around his house, he and Dora had everything ready. He'd chosen the smaller dining area for today, since it was closer to the kitchen, and the table was round, but everything fitted on it nicely. His perfectionist streak was satisfied, plus he wouldn't have the clean up job of the proper dining room, which would be a huge pain in the backside. He could see his father's face sour just upon entering the room, but Fin ignored it and turned to his sister instead. "You're next to me, try not to choke," he said with a dark look as he pointed her to her seat. "Mother," he held his arm out for his mum to take and led her to an empty chair. "Right here next to Dora," he pulled the chair out for her and nodded to his dad, patting the chair beside Meredith's. "Dad."

He rounded the table and took his own seat sandwiched between Anna and Dora, and with a flick of his wand he set the dishes full of food to serving themselves. Spoons carefully deposited vegetables onto the plates, and potatoes were neatly stacked beside them. The lamb carved itself beautifully and floated into place on each plate, and drinks poured themselves without spilling a drop. Whiskey for his father, wine for his mother and sister, he wasn't sure what Dora's glass was filled with but it would surely be something boring now that she knew she was pregnant. His own glass had water in it, all the better to keep a clear head in trying company, and he sipped it as he waited for the food to finish serving itself, placing his glass down carefully, blue eyes slowly raising to settle on his father, who was still standing behind his chair, a look of irritation on his face. What now? Everything was perfect, what could his dad possibly come up with to complain about? Was his chair not wide enough for his huge ego? Fin tried not to look annoyed and arranged his face into what he hoped passed for curiosity as he looked up at his father.



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Oh, Come, Al Ye Pureblood

Dora's simple answer made Fin pause for thought. She was right. Usually Fin would have been the guy that just walked in and stole a girl away from her date without even thinking about it. It would be effortless. For some reason, Jovi made him hesitate since their time spent together at Lilith and Rabastan's wedding. It had been a long while since he'd looked at a girl and felt, well, something. Anything other than just lust. Jovi was incredibly beautiful, but he liked her for more than that, and the more time he spent with her one on one, the more things he discovered about her that made him admire her even more. Not only was she stunning, but she was fiery and confident, and a teeny bit crazy, which wasn't scary at all, but super attractive as far as Fin was concerned. He'd been impressed by her first kill in the summer, and she seemed to impress him more and more as time went on. So much so, that he was fretting over stealing a dance from her.

"You're right," he nodded to Dora, shrugging himself off as though he could get rid of the weird hesitation he was feeling. It just wasn't him. "I don't know why I even asked," he muttered, more to himself than to Dora, but she knew him inside and out, she probably understood more than he did that it was because he was feeling... things. "You," he turned to Dora and placed his arm around her waist, leaning in to kiss the top of her head. "Be good." He nodded his head towards the back of the room. "I saw Liv over there earlier if you need a rest, I'm sure she'd sneak away with you." There were a few people in attendance who would take care of Dora if she needed it, but Fin knew Dora wasn't one for asking for help. She was pregnant, not dying, but if things got too much for her, he'd feel better knowing she was with friends, rather than people who looked down their noses at her.

Without any more silly hesitating, he left Dora's side and crossed the room, placing a hand on Jovi's date's shoulder and greeting the guy with a broad smile as he turned to see who was disturbing them. "Hi," Fin beamed, sparing a quick glance at Jovi, who looked divine, before tilting his head to look her date over thoroughly, pursing his lips and shaking his head in blatant disapproval. "Nah," he sighed, "You're gonna have to find another date, you're just not up to scratch mate." He turned to jam himself in between Jovi and the not so lucky guy she'd brought with her. Was he wedding guy? It was possible. Fin hadn't paid too much attention to who she was with at the wedding. Maybe he was. Was he her boyfriend now? Bloody hell, he hoped not. Disgusted at the thought, he patted the guy on the shoulder firmly and gave him a little shove in a different direction. "Have a good night," he smiled, sapphire eyes turning to Jovi as he extended a hand. "Dance with me." It wasn't a question.



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tag: Euphadora Rose Parkinson , Jovian Isobel Corrine Rowle and everyone!
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Oh, Come, Al Ye Pureblood

Fin was suited, booted, and devastatingly single when he arrived at the home of the Lestranges with Dora on his arm. Of course, he was never alone for any of these occasions, she would always be his date so long as he needed one, and he did the same for her, though honestly, she didn't go to as many fancy places as he did, so her events were more dressed down and wild than the high class formalities of a pureblood soiree. He got a couple of dirty looks from the older generation, his father included, who thought that a Parkinson would only drag him down, but Fin didn't give a single shit what they thought, in fact, it made him want to rebel even more just to stick the knife in that bit further. He had made a show of dancing and laughing with Dora for quite some time before allowing her to go off and mingle with the other guests. The more she could do to try and get her foot more firmly in the door of this world the better, and showing these people just how wonderful she was was important. She needed these events if she ever had any hope of fixing what her parents had broken.

He was feeling a buzz by the time little Aurora Lestrange was ushered off to bed, and he had other things on his mind aside from getting drunk. That wasn't his plan for the night, nor would it do him any favours to cause trouble by getting too wild and drawing attention to himself. He had watched her from afar for most of the evening, that date of hers the same one from Rabastan and Lilith's wedding, and he couldn't help but grind his teeth in annoyance. Jovian had turned him down when he'd asked her out for drinks. They'd had fun flirting and dancing at the wedding, so much so that he was sure she'd forgotten about the tit she'd brought with her, but it hadn't been enough for her to say yes to seeing him again. He didn't know why it bothered him so much, he would usually cut his losses and move on after a rejection, but there was something about Jovi he couldn't shake. Seeing her around his house in her pyjamas when Dora had lived with him, seeing her joining the ranks of the Death Eaters like the little badass she was, the way she danced with him like there was no one else in the room. And then there was that New Years kiss. It was hard to stop thinking about her since the wedding, and Fin didn't want to. She had turned him down, but he wouldn't be giving up that easily.

He took a glass of champagne from a waiter who passed by, and turned to Dora, taking a sip, his eyes still on Jovi and her date across the room. "Would she be offended if I killed her hideous date and asked her to dance?" he quizzed, nodding his head in the redhead's direction. Dora was Jovi's cousin, she should know better than most what would piss Jovi off, and Fin needed to approach her in the right way. Sending flirty looks her way all night only did so much, he needed to go over there and steal her away, but she seemed like a fussy little witch, from what he'd experienced. So drinks weren't fancy enough for her, he'd noted that, but he also knew she liked a bit of drama, if New Year was anything to go off of. She had loved the attention he'd given her right in front of her trollish little boyfriend. Or so Fin had thought. Maybe she'd enjoy a little scene, though killing some guy at the Lestrange Manor might be a little bit too much. It was a good job he wasn't planning on getting too drunk, or he might end up in Azkaban for Christmas. He wondered if they'd serve Christmas dinner there, Dementors holding up sprigs of mistletoe when they performed their kiss. Fin snorted at the thought, highly amused at himself, and took another sip of champagne, sapphire eyes still on Jovi.



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Who's Your Daddy?

And so it began. As soon as his dad had opened his mouth, the criticism had just spewed right out, and in such a predictable manner that Fin could have written the script for the whole evening himself. Next it would be asking if things were cooked properly. Then it would be something about the new chair in the living room and whether it was made by muggles - of course it wasn't! There'd be something about him not having a date for the night. Probably a snippet of kissing Anna's arse, because she was as holy as Morgana and needed to be worshipped for doing absolutely shite all with her miserable life, other than looking like a doll and being a professional bitch. Fin as fuming already, and his dad had only just stepped through the door. This is what they did to him, made him angry and anxious and stressed within seconds. No wonder he had moved so far away and stopped seeing them as often. They were a nightmare, and he wished he could be rid of them for good, but that was never going to happen, especially since his dad had somehow pulled a miracle out of his arse and managed to become the temporary Minister of Magic. What the actual fuckety fuck was that about!? The Dark Lord had lost his fucking mind!

He was stewing under an increasing pile of coats, still in the hallway by the front door while his mother and sister used him as a coat rack. His dad was asking about food, and he tried to peer over the top of the pile, his mother's real fur cloak making it near impossible for him to see, and it stuffed up his nose, making him pull a face. "No, we have another guest coming," he said, though his words were muffled. It would have been a good opportunity to call them all bastards and worse while they couldn't understand a word he was saying, but he passed up on it just to be on the safe side. His father tended to have selective hearing and would only pick up on the negative things his son said, rather than the positive. The positive stuff tended to go in one ear and straight out the other, or get ignored completely. He couldn't even get his wand from his pocket to help him with the blasted coats, so he shuffled to the cupboard under the stairs and managed to use his elbow to get it open, hearing the doorbell ring as he wrestled with the small door. "I'll get it," he called, hearing his dad's footsteps on the wooden floor as Aurelius headed for the front door without hesitation. "I'll get... it... fuck." He dumped the coats in a crumpled heap inside the cupboard and ran for the door as his father ripped it open as though it was his own home.



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tag: Aurelius Emeric Avery and Euphadora Rose Parkinson
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