Breakfast for Three [Eden/Max]

[Rowena Jones]

Rowena frowned as consciousness returned to her, confused as she waited for the familiar purring wake up she always got from her cats. She rolled over, vision clearing and Max’s sleeping silhouette coming into focus. Happiness flooded her as she remembered where she was, not at her house at all, but with Max, who was now her boyfriend. She grinned at the thought. She was content to lie there and revel in the surrealness of the situation for a few minutes, before she started to fidget. She had never been able to stay still and do nothing for long.

A small frown creased her forehead as she debated what she should do now. In the past, she would have been out of there as soon as possible to avoid the awkward morning after chat, but this wasn’t a random night of stress relief, this was Max and she was as reluctant to leave as she had been last night. But he looked so peaceful and he had a night shift coming up so she wasn’t going to wake him. Her fidgeting was going to do that sooner or later if she didn’t get up but then there was his flatmate to consider.

As if on cue, she heard a door open, and unconsciously held her breath as she tried to figure out what was going on on the other side of the closed door. There was the soft sounds of someone moving around and eventually another click of the heavier front door. Rowena relaxed. Eden must have gone out. The coast was clear. She could leave the room and wait for Max to wake up.

She took a couple more seconds to look at her sleeping boyfriend before slowly slipping out of the bed and padding across the floor as quietly as she could. She debated whether she should use magic to clean her clothes but had honestly never liked doing it. Maybe it was the Muggleborn in her but they never felt quite right unless they’d been washed with water.

That didn’t leave her with many options. She could go home and get changed and come back but that felt like a very odd thing to do. Also she didn’t know if she’d be able to come back. She’d come here on side-along Apparition which would have bypassed any wards if he had any. She wasn’t up to finding out the hard way if he did. She let out a quiet growl of annoyance. Surely this wasn’t supposed to be this complicated… She was definitely out of practice in the relationship department.

His dressers caught her eye and she hesitated. Would he be mad if she took something to wear? She bit her lip as she considered. Her own clothes that were in dire need of a wash or Max’s clean ones? That wasn’t much of a decision at all put that way. She’d deal with his annoyance if it came to it though she didn’t think he would be.

With the clothing situation sorted, her gaze turned to the collection of books. She’d already spotted one she wanted to read last night; she’d promised to help him in regards to his Empathy and there was no time like the present. She carefully removed it from under the others, and with one last happy look at him, slipped out of his room.

She was immediately greeting by Snitch and giggled quietly, not sure how well sound carried in the apartment, as the cat wove around her feet, almost tripping her over as she moved towards the couch. Finally sitting down, she patted the space beside her for Snitch to join her and then delved into the pages of the book.

Rowena had no idea how much time passed, but she certainly didn’t have enough to do much other than glance up as the front door opened. “Shit.”

[Eden Fletcher]

It had been a shit week for Eden. She'd had a nagging headache for days. She tried to ignore it as it pounded behind her eyes. She didn't want to think what the constant headache meant. She ignored the growing shadows under her eyes and the pastiness of her skin. She was beginning to look like the waif she'd been when Curse Kameren had found her in a hallway drawing demons.

She didn't want to think about her childhood. For 17 years she hadn't had a fever or a vision. She'd been perfectly healthy. Now that her powers were back she was sick again. It was like the visions burned through her body like an illness attacking her. Eden was afraid to sleep again. The visions were worst in sleep. She hated waking up with drawings she didn't remember creating. She'd been hiding the increasing episodes from Max. It'd been easy with him spending so much time at St. Mungos. They'd been two ships passing in the night. Calming potions would dampen the strength of her emotions so Max would have trouble sensing them clearly especially if he were distracted.

As soon as Eden woke up she left the apartment. She went to the local farmers market and bought some vegetables. She had noticed Max had cooked and she decide to replace what he'd used in case he felt like cooking again. On her way back, Eden stopped by the bakery for bread and chocolate cake. She opened her front door and dropped the back of veggies when she noticed Rowena.

"Fuck," Eden said as she dropped to the floor to grab the carrots and onions that had spilled out. What was Rowena doing in the apartment? Was Max in the living room with her? Were they on the couch together? Flashes of walking in on Curse Kameren and Arianna Blackthorn on a couch parade through her mind. Eden hadn't expected to see Rowena in her living room. She knew Max was dating her but Eden hadn't thought it progressed to unannounced sleepovers. It was rare that Max or Eden let anyone spend the night, especially not without telling the other person.

Eden stood up clutching the food and hurrying into the kitchen after muttering a hello and avoiding eye contact. Was Rowena wearing Max's shirt? Ew was she just wearing a shirt? Was she naked under Max's shirt? Did they do it on the couch? Eden was tempted to just ignore the food and walk back out the door and never return. Maybe she would go to her studio.

[Rowena Jones]

Shit. Fuck. Crap. Damnit! She’d left! Eden was not supposed to be here, nevermind that it was her place. Next time, they were definitely staying at her place, Rowena resolved. She stood quickly, Max’s shirt easily covering her bottom sufficiently, even if she hadn’t been wearing underwear though bra be damned. Eden was a woman. She could understand that bras were only to be worn when absolutely necessary.

She rolled her eyes as Eden’s actions. The other witch might as well have voiced her thoughts with how obvious she was being. Rowena wasn’t that uncouth. She wouldn’t do anything like that on someone else’s sofa. Her own on the other hand was another matter entirely. She smirked even as she debated retreating to Max’s room now that Eden was back. Then again, Max deserved sleep. Plus, she wanted to try something. But for that she’d need help… and there was only one person she could ask. This might be torture, but if it made Max smile, it’d be worth it.

“Eden?” she said, following the other woman into the kitchen. “Sorry… I thought you were gone for the day or I’d have stayed in the room. I just didn’t want to wake him up.” Ok, part one done. That hadn’t been too hard. The next bit… might be a bit more difficult.

“Urm, are you staying? I mean, are you available? I mean... urgh fuck it. I want to make breakfast?” she finally managed to say. Asking for help was definitely not one of her strong points. She forged ahead before she lost the determination to get this part over with. “He cooked last night you see. I thought it’d be nice to get something ready for him? But…” and here was the crux of the problem, “I can’t cook.” Urgh. Admitting that to Eden was not a pleasant feeling. The woman already could draw circles around her.

“Anyway, I was wondering if you could? We have to try and get along don’t we? Now that Max and I are actually together.” The memory of Max asking her to be his girlfriend still sent a sharp thrill through her.

[Eden Fletcher]

Rowena Covington was in her apartment wearing Max's shirt. It was official. Eden was in hell. This was not her apartment on her. She had somehow fallen into the underworld. It was the only explanation. Max and Rowena had just started dating. Eden thought she had at least a few more weeks until a code on the door handle was needed. Wait how long had they been dating? Was it already the proper time to have sleep overs? Eden hadn't a clue. She really didn't progress that far in dating. She didn't really date. Dating was serious and indicated setting down. She didn't want to settle. If she had romantic entanglements it was flings that lasted hours or weeks at the most. Even that was rare.

Eden quickly dropped the bags of groceries on the counter. She closed her eyes in prayer when Rowena called out her name. Couldn't she just go away and pretend the last few minutes never happened?

. “Sorry… I thought you were gone for the day or I’d have stayed in the room. I just didn’t want to wake him up.”

Well at least she was polite. Eden thought as she turned to face her unwelcome house guest. Eden wondered if she should offer the woman pants. Eden had old pjs that would probably fit her. They were long on Eden. If she were anyone else Eden would have offered instead of staring at her.

“Urm, are you staying? I mean, are you available? I mean... urgh fuck it. I want to make breakfast?” she finally managed to say. Asking for help was definitely not one of her strong points. She forged ahead before she lost the determination to get this part over with. “He cooked last night you see. I thought it’d be nice to get something ready for him? But…” and here was the crux of the problem, “I can’t cook.” Urgh. Admitting that to Eden was not a pleasant feeling. The woman already could draw circles around her.

Eden laughed like a loon, her head thrown back. She was definitely in hell.

Anyway, I was wondering if you could? We have to try and get along don’t we? Now that Max and I are actually together.” The memory of Max asking her to be his girlfriend still sent a sharp thrill through her.


"Sorry but you asking me to help you cook is just funny. I mean did you ever think those words would ever come out of your mouth directed at me?" Eden said with a grin.

"I guess I'll help. What did you have in mind?" Eden said her tone resigned as she looked the woman up and down. Eden whipped out her wand and summoned her pj bottoms and an apron handing them to Rowena. "Put these on. In case of burns," She said turning around to finish taking out the bread and cheese she bought.