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André was slowly learning his way around the large home that was now where his daughter lived. He'd grown up in something similar, not quite so large and lavish, but it wasn't somewhere he'd ever pictured Dorcas living, in fact he never expected to be in a home like this himself ever again. "Oh, there you are." He smiled, his head just popped around the corner. Poor Dorian, he thought. The lad had been blindsided with a party and on top of that he seemed to have receive something that had made him uncomfortable enough that he needed to leave for a moment. André felt for the young man. He was such a private fellow and this, this was all far from private.

André let himself into the room and noticed the envelope in Dorian's hands, "I couldn't help but notice your hasty departure." André made his way over to a chair and sat beside Dorian but gave the man his privacy, choosing not to look at Dorian or what was in his hands. This was quite possibly an awkward moment, but André chose to overlook that to offer a little support for his friend, even if it was just for a moment, “Just tell me if you want a moment alone, I understand,” He said, waving his hand and then clasping it with the other, “But also, I’m here if you need to talk about anything, anything at all.” He said. He wasn’t sure that Dorian would want to say anything, but André was flexible with anything, whether it was listening to Dorian or if it was being told to move along.

Tag: Dorian Michael Humbert
Notes: <3
Outfit: Happy birthday!

"Hello little Angel!" André greeted Ariel, sneaking in through the back door in the lounge, "Grandad!" Ariel squealed! Forgetting all about the ball and leaving it abandoned by Dorcas, "Uppy! Uppy!" she squealed, her chunky little legs only carrying her so fast. André knew exactly what she was after and he scooped her up in his arms. "Alright, alright." He chuckled, "Up in the air!" He said, lifting the toddler up fast, as though he was going to throw her but his hands never left her body, "Ariel? Ariel?!" André said, looking about. The toddler began laughing, "Who's that!?" André gasped, turning, Ariel held in his hands, up above his head, "Grandad it me!" She giggled more, "Ariel?" He asked, turning about the other way, "Is that you?!" He asked, full of surprise, "Yess!" André could feel her giggles as she wriggled from laughter, "Where are you, Ariel? Grandad can't seem to find you!" He said, looking all around, "Uppy!" Giggled Ariel, almost uncontrollably. André looked up and gasped in surprise, "What are you doing up there!?" He asked in surprise, Ariel only giggling, "Let's get you down," he said, lowering her, "Have you said hello to grammy, yet?" Ariel shook her head, "Let's go find her then," He said, walking to the front and passing Ariel over to Em, "Hello Dorian," He said, reaching his right hand forward to shake Dorian's while placing his left hand on Dorian's right shoulder and giving him a pat on the shoulder.

Tag: Emily Jane Meadowes, Dorcas Amilie Meadowes, Dorian Michael Humbert
Notes: <3
Outfit: Grandad!

When I dance they call me Macarena. And the boys they say que soy buena. They all want me. They can't have me. So they all come and dance beside me. Move with me. Chant with me. And if you're good, I'll take you home with me. Move with me. Chant with me. And if you're good, I'll take you home with me. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena. Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría why cosa buena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena. Hey Macarena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena. Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría cosa buena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena. Hey Macarena. But don't you worry about my boyfriend. He's a boy who's name is Victorino. I don't want him. Couldn't stand him. He was no good so I. Now come on, what was I supposed to do?. He was out of town and his two friends were so fine. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena.

Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría cosa buena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena. Hey Macarena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena. Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría cosa buena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena. Hey Macarena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena. Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría cosa buena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena. Hey Macarena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena. Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría cosa buena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena. Hey Macarena. Come and find me, my name is Macarena. Always at the party con las chicas que son buena. Come join me. Dance with me. And you fellows chant along with me.

Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena. Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría cosa buena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena. Hey Macarena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena. Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría cosa buena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena. Hey Macarena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena. Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría cosa buena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena. Hey Macarena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena. Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría cosa buena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena. Hey Macarena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría Macarena. Que tu cuerpo es pa' darle alegría cosa buena. Dale a tu cuerpo alegría, Macarena. Hey Macarena

Tag: TAGS
Words: NUMBERS
Notes: <3
Outfit: SMORTNESS

André took a sip of his drink, swallowing it down and chuckling at the young lad he was chatting away to, "Bingo-bango!" He said happily, recalling how fierce his wife had once been in their youth and how he thought he was lucky to have a woman like her even talk to him, let alone agree to go out on a date with him. Their history went far back, farther than the young man at the bar could possibly comprehend, but it was a wonderful life they'd had together even through the ups and downs. There was a horrid period right now, losing friends so fast, but André knew that there would be a silver lining. They were following the orders of Albus Dumbledore and that man was the smartest that André knew, and that was saying something, he'd known quite a few people in his lifetime! Although perhaps Albus wasn't quite the wisest person he knew, that had to be Em, and not just because she was his little dumpling, she was an incredibly bright and intuitive individual and if she trusted Albus, then he did too. André knew that he would be completely lost without Em and her input.

Everyone had a tale of love, although this fellow got right down to it; "infatuation". That was a shame. There were many times that infatuation could be confused with love, quite often it wasn't until quite some time had passed that people realised that they'd not been in love, not true love. André knew both sides of the coin. Emily was the absolute love of his life, of that he was certain, but there had been other women before he'd found his Em. A couple of times he'd thought he was in love but it had turned out wrong somehow. It wasn't until he was with Emily that he realised just what love truly was. His own tales of infatuation disguised as love seemed to be similar to that of the young man's. "Love is a mystery, my friend. It can take a life time to navigate but once you find the one, you'll know." He said, raising what remained in his glass. It was almost time for him to take his leave. One drink was plenty for him. Too much and he couldn't apparate home which meant the Knight bus, and he had found out long ago that his stomach did not fare well on travelling on the awful thing. Floo was obviously out of the question, if he was too tipsy to apparate then he usually couldn't navigate the network all that well. Having his final mouthful André then placed his glass back down, letting out a sigh and patting his hands on his lap.

Tag: Thomas Ambrose Bellamy
Words: 458
Notes: <3
Outfit: White shirt, navy blue jumper, light jacket, navy blue trousers

Saturday night with a young lady. Now that was more like it. This type of fellow couldn't be single, at least not for long. André had a hunch that he was right about the chap, that he was quite the attractive sort to women and could get himself a date any time he pleased. Perhaps it was true love, perhaps it was just a single date. Perhaps it was good terms, perhaps they would never see one another again. No matter what, it seemed like a good thing. It seemed so positive in a world of negativity and it was rare to come by positive things these days. André tried his best to look for the good in the world, and when he couldn't find anything, he looked to his wife. She was the most pure human being that he knew and he was still honoured to this day that she was his wife. She'd put up with him for decades and there wasn't a day go by that he wasn't thankful for her. Just like any couple they had their little tiffs, but there was never anything big enough to blow them apart and he would not of had it any other way.

"Oh, what a way to spend a night." He said with a smile, not yet having touched his beer, "If you'd rather, I can find another spot." He said, not wanting to impose himself on the gentleman's 'me night'. If the bloke had come out looking for a quiet drink then André was probably ruining the poor guy's entire evening! Well not ruining, he wasn't throwing beer over him by any means, or anything of the like, but he was disturbing him and André was more than happy to get his Newspaper, sit at a table and have his pint while he read the stories and did the puzzles for a couple of hours. There was no rushing back for him but he did like to sneak into bed when Em was all cosied up and see if she was in the mood for a little fun.

Tag: Thomas Ambrose Bellamy
Words: 351
Notes: <3 I had to stop there before I got queasy xD
Outfit: White shirt, navy blue jumper, light jacket, navy blue trousers

Once a week André liked to visit a pub. He'd visited many in his lifetime and it was great to sit at the bar, read a newspaper or chat with some friends, depending on who was around. Every now and then he made a new acquaintance and he felt his life was all the more richer for it. Having come from a family that liked to socialise among only those of their standards and to throw money at problems, André had found that in life it wasn't about how much gold or influence you had, it was about the experiences you'd had along the way and the people you met. Would he remember everyone? Merlin, no! His memory wasn't that spectacular, but was he a better person for all those meetings? You betcha! Not all of his experiences had been positive, you couldn't go through life expecting everything to be coming up roses, but he'd given life his best go and he was still kicking, he was still striving to do not necessarily was 'right' but what felt right by him.

Tonight's little tipple was just at the Hollow Tree Inn. It was a place he'd been coming to a little more frequently in the more recent months after dear Tristan's heart shattering demise, and he felt like he had some kind of duty to look out for the lad's family. André had met his father at the funeral, introduced himself and joined Jim for a drink at the old Hollow before. It was a lovely little community here, a mix of magical and muggle, and André hand wanted to move here many moons ago, but he and Em had chosen another little path in life, somewhere a little more quiet with a few more muggles and André could look back on that decision and remain happy with it.

Tonight the bar was quiet but most places were on a Sunday evening. Quite often it would be a Sunday night that André ventured out on. He would have Dorcas over during the afternoon, and over the past year and a bit, Dorian had joined them too. Beautiful River and her wonderful husband Bert had had a couple of Sunday lunches with them and in their place their daughter came. It was sorrowful to think of so many young lives gone, Ariel missing out on having her mother and father present through her entire life, but André hoped that they could help support and guide her through life, they were doing their best, especially Dorian who thought the absolute world of that child. He'd lost his love but into his life came another. Into all their lives. André hadn't failed to notice how Dorcas and Geralina dotted on the sweet little lamb and he and Em would support Dorian in any way that he needed to raise Ariel. And of course there was Julian. He seemed nice enough, he joined them for the occasional Sunday but André wasn't completely sold, however he did truly believe he adored his sister and that he only wanted the best for Ariel, André just feared that perhaps Julian's version of what was best for Ariel might differ from what was actually best for her.

André stood up to the bar and ordered himself a pint of the local beer they had on tap. While the tender poured the rich aroma of hops and malt into the glass, André looked about the establishment. Very quiet, but there was an unfamiliar face, just down the bar, that looked a little lost in the world. Perhaps André was just self-projecting a smidge, but he believed that the gentleman a little farther down could do with a chat and if not, then no harm, no foul.

Paying for his pint in the typical muggle currency, André proceeded to move his way down the bar, taking his pint with him, stopping a little way from the other gentleman. "Mind if I join you?" He asked, looking intrigued at the man, a small smile as he took in the long appearance and the long, brown hair of the stranger to match, "You look like a man with a story to tell." And stories were always worth telling, especially with a drink and a friendly ear wiling to listen to joys and troubles alike.

Tag: Thomas Ambrose Bellamy
Words: 722
Notes: <3
Outfit: White shirt, navy blue jumper, light jacket, navy blue trousers

Christmas was one of André's favourite times of year, to have the family under one roof was just wonderful. Of course it was like this most weekends considering there weren't all that many in the family but when it was Christmas there just seemed to be something special and extra magical about the occasion. The food, the atmosphere, the cold weather and the roaring fire. The decorations and continuing traditions. It was wonderful to André, he and Emily were so family orientated that to get everyone together, even if they weren't blood related, was such a fulfilling feeling. They were of course missing some loved ones, Paris wouldn't be with them this year but they would have the pleasure of Geralina's company and he and Emily thought the absolute world of Geralina. Tersha was spending this Christmas with her own parents but the Meadowes' were playing host to young Julian here who seemed absolutely delightful. It would have been more wonderful to have had River and Bert with them but life was full of evil, heartbreaking bludgers that stole good people from their lives all too soon.

"Yes, yes," he said with a beaming smile, positively delightful, "I'm absolutely wonderful. It's an absolute pleasure to be meeting you." He'd heard a little about Julian through his chats with River and a little through Emily from her brief encounter with him. Dorcas hadn't mentioned anything of him but she wasn't always the chatty type so whether or not she'd met Julian before André wasn't certain. "I am, Chef André at your service." He chuckled, "Though I should be returning to the kitchen. Can't be go ruining lunch on a day like today!" He offered a smile and small nod of his head before he left the living room, passing by Emily and giving her a peck on the cheek. Lunch was going splendidly and it wouldn't be long until he was serving the food in serving dishes for his friends and family to help themselves to. He'd cooked more than enough for everyone that they'd invited and they always invited a lot of people, they'd had many people come and go from their lives but the good ones, the loving ones were always invited back in at any time.

Tag: Dorian Michael Humbert and Julian Astraeus Blackthorne and Emily Jane Meadowes and Dorcas Amilie Meadowes and Geralina Amara Drake and @jesse if you'd like!
Words: 379
Notes: <3 No real posting order
Outfit: Have a very snazzy Christmas!