belated solstices and sheganigans and stuff

Jul 23, 2017 21:14

Every year. Every year, he somehow forgot what summer actually felt like ( Read more... )

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ccecilia July 24 2017, 01:57:01 UTC
Cecilia looked out at the open fields before them, tents littering the small hills as families raced in one direction or the next. She cozied up to George's embrace before turning her head back just for a moment to see Gideon and Frankie at the ready to drive their grandparents crazy. These were the moments she craved when she was younger, the joy and chaos of family. This was never her reality as a child, nor did she think she'd ever see it for herself as an adult.

And yet.

"How exhausted do you think they'll be when we get back?" she asked, turning her head back finally, gazing up at her husband. Though, if she was asking about her children or her in-laws, she wasn't quite sure.

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george_goesboom July 24 2017, 02:38:26 UTC
George nuzzled a grin against Cecilia's temple, tugging her a little bit closer as they made their way down the rows of tents.

"Probably they'll tire each other out," he shrugged, half-glancing back behind them at the retreating shape of their little campsite.

Then, after a pause, glancing down at Cecilia with the most brilliantly innocent smirk, "Though I may or may not have left a pack of Fizzing Whizbees somewhere Gid might find them, so who knows."

(Parenthood might have made him appreciate his parents' holy patience more than he ever had in recent years, but that didn't mean he didn't still enjoy toying with it via his own children, did it?)

"But we," he spun midstep to face her, continuing their slow stroll with backward steps, shifting his hold on the hand he'd been holding and twinning his fingers through hers, "are off the clock tonight."

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ccecilia July 24 2017, 14:41:58 UTC
"Yes, we most certainly are-"

And Cecilia couldn't have been the more excited for it, especially if her in-laws were about to deal with Fizzing Whizbees.

"Which begs me to ask the question," she said, smiling brightly. "What first? Because I could have sworn I saw a thing about a Ferris Wheel, but then there's the Tunnel of Love-"

She wasn't sure what she wanted to do first.

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george_goesboom July 25 2017, 00:50:34 UTC
"Well, it depends," George mused casually, wiggling an eyebrow along with his fingers within their laced hands, "are we looking to start with the Tunnel, or work up to it? So many options to consider-"

It seemed to him that it had been months since they'd gotten a proper amount of free time in each other's company without having to keep the impending threat of an interrupting child or work call or business emergency at the back of their minds, so George had every intention of making the very most out of this little festival.

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jemmadorny July 24 2017, 02:05:09 UTC
Perhaps choosing the festival as their first sans-children weekend was a bit of a lofty idea.

But in the months since Jemma and Roger had been dating, there was hardly a moment in which their children weren't running around their ankles. So, when her father suggested a camp at the cottage, she was more than eager to take him up on the idea. And while she was slightly surprised that Roger agreed, she couldn't help but be excited it was actually happening.

She tucked her hair behind her ears, her eyes taking in the tent they just finished setting up. It was a simple two story with tea already warming on the stove as the radio switched on to her favorite station. She sucked in a breath before laughing slightly.

"It feels so quiet," she said.

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rkdavies July 24 2017, 02:23:22 UTC
There wasn't a time when Roger wouldn't be shocked that, somehow, Jemma and he had managed to make it this far with children underfoot. Most of the time, that was in the most literal sense. Even if a couple were off on playdates or family visits, it seemed like there was always one child or another caterwauling about this thing or the other.

He checked one last piece of the tent, remembering how all his best laid plans with the things had gone to the wayside to last time he'd set one up - in the back garden, of all places - only to watch every child in their mashed up group tear it down within half an hour - charms be damned. It was a record.

Chuckling before he could help it, Roger turned to look at Jemma, crossing the floor with a grin firmly in place. He'd thought a weekend away might entail hotels and ridiculous locations. This was somehow better.

"The tent is still standing and there's no one screaming. I don't know how to function with this. How are we ever going to cope?"

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jemmadorny July 24 2017, 14:40:04 UTC
A bright grin began to draw at her lips as he crossed closer to her. There was just something so stupidly charming in the way he looked at her. She tilted her head to the side as a thoughtful expression clouded her face.

"I could let the kettle over boil," she suggested. "Or accidentally let the radio fall into the sink-"

Things that have actually happened before in the history of their relationship.

"We'd be right at home."

She laughed, before reaching to curl her fingers around the belt loops of his jeans.

"Or, we can eat ourselves silly with all the candy we never let them have while we ride all the big kid rides-"

She couldn't help but continue laughing.

Is this how parents dated?

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daleysebastian July 24 2017, 02:08:21 UTC
Sebastian always forgot how loud these things could get in a matter of half an hour. They hadn't arrived with the beginning rush, but they definitely wouldn't be the last to show up. People were streaming in every direction, children screaming in laughter and a group of teenagers stumbling all over themselves and everyone in their path.

It was sort of hilarious. Sebastian always forgot that

Looking out around the grounds and wondering just what he was looking for - as if he could catch sight of any one person he recognized in this semi-organized chaos - Sebastian shook his head and reached out to snag Reid's wrist without bothering to look over for a spare moment.

"Whose idea was this again? Is there a map of this nonsense?" It was a token protest at most, and Sebastian knew he sounded a touch too amused as a couple wizards collapsed in a heap where they were attempting to build what may have been a tent without the help of magic for reasons Sebastian wasn't even going to bother to work out.

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reidinggg July 25 2017, 00:36:13 UTC
Reid had always loved the Solstice. The festival had been a favorite (his mother's) tradition growing up, and he had made the yearly camping trip religiously for as long as he could remember - with his family, then with just his father and occasionally his cousins, then with varying groups of friends as the years went on, it had always been a highlight of the summer.

Having a default Negative Nancy on hand these days sure as hell wasn't going to dampen the mood.

"It was my idea, and it was a brilliant one," Reid declared firmly, shifting his hand in Sebastian's grip as he spun around to face him, getting his own grip on his wrist and using it tug Sebastian towards him as they paused on the side of the meandering flow of the growing crowd.

"And really, you can drop the grumpy act," he added with the slight quirk of an eyebrow. "No one else is looking, and I'm not buying it, so you might as always admit that this is all stupidly great in the best kind of stereotypical way. There's a ferris wheel and a carousel, for Merlin's sake."

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charlibini July 25 2017, 01:13:23 UTC
Charlie hated these things.

Really. She did. Too many people having a boringly good time, too many children screaming or laughing or shrieking or making overwhelmingly high-pitched noises she never knew which emotion to associate with, too many stereotypes stuffed in one place.

And yet, here she was. Not under duress, generally unaccompanied, having traveled here of her own free will. Because even a sarcastic misanthrope needs a dose of good old-fashioned wholesome festivities sometimes, alright?

The sun was decidedly too low to still be wearing sunglasses, but Charlie still comfortably hid behind them as she strolled down one of the vendor rows, picking off pieces of the giant lump of Butterbeer-flavored cotton candy she'd acquired at one of the snack booths, her expression resting in its go-to unimpressed state, her eyes idly scanning the crowds behind her veil of tinted glass.

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hithiggs July 25 2017, 01:48:39 UTC
It wasn't often that Terence managed to contortion himself into having an entire weekend off duty, but thanks to a lucky stroke of coincidences, overdue favors, and last-minute schedule swaps, he had ended up with just that, just in time for the local Solstice festival. And he intended to make the most of it.

'The most of it' being, mostly, making himself comfortable in a seat at the festival's beer tent and sticking to it until he either got himself kicked out, fell asleep, or the beer dried out.

It had been a rough week, okay?

The Weird Sisters cover band had just finished getting set up on the small stage at the other end of the tent and the crowd was still in its trickling-in stages by the time Terence was glancing up the bar and motioning to the bartender for a second round.

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tajabolt July 25 2017, 02:08:32 UTC
It had been a rough week, alright.

Taja had just spent an ungodly amount of time in St. Mungo's regrowing some bones. She'd run into one hell of a prat during a raid the week before, the bloody bum of a wizard cursing her left leg, hip and ribs. It wasn't a pretty sight, but she was lucky her team got her to the hospital in time.

She used to pride herself on keeping herself in and out of St. Mungo's in a day or so, but this one took nearly a week. Four days dealing with cooing Healers and horrifying stuffed animal presents from the office.

The Healer suggested some fresh air and some exercise and a few girls from the Ministry told her she didn't have a choice but to head to the festival with them.

She didn't hate the idea. It was a lot to be stuck in a windowless wing in a busy hospital. And when she caught sight of a familiar bloke standing near the bar, she hated it even less.

"I'll drink what he's drinking," she said, catching sight of the bartender before he moved away.

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