Post by Max Kameren on Jul 24, 2017 21:59:19 GMT -5
"Alright, guys. First, we'll leave flowers for Dad. Then we'll have only an hour at the bookstore before we have to be at Grandma Violet's for dinner. One hour. Looking at you, Evie."
Round emerald eyes glowered up at him from below. Evelyn Kameren did not deem her older brother worthy of a reply, so she did not give him one. She did, however, tighten her grip on his hand, digging the tips of her fingers into his knuckles. "Maaaaax, come on. Hour and a half?"
"What would you prefer, then? Skip Dad, or make Grandma wait?"
"Are you joking?! We aren't doing either of those!" Violet whipped her brother with the bouquet of sunflowers in her hand. Max laughed and caught it, pulling it out of Violet's hand. "Evie will just have to speed-read to figure out what she wants to get."
"That's not how speed-reading works."
Max smiled quietly, enjoying the routine rhythm of his sisters' bickering. About once a month, Max would pick his sisters up an bring them into London to see the muggle side of their family; their grandmother, Violet, was over ninety years old now and loved getting to see her grandchildren, especially her granddaughters, especially especially her granddaughter for whom she was a namesake. It was nice for Max, too; with Violet freshly fifteen and Evie only a first year Ravenclaw, there wasn't a lot of subject matter the three could relate to each other over. With a set schedule of events and their grandmother's vibrant personality, there was never a dull moment when the Kameren children were together in London.
The trio turned the corner around the entrance to Highgate Cemetery, wandering and kicking leaves as they meandered the route to Kris Kameren's headstone. It was a familiar route, especially for Max; every now and then, when he would have time to walk alone in the city, he would come this way. Maybe it was some strange spiritual presence of their parent, but Highgate always felt slightly warmer than the rest of London to Max. It was always somehow welcoming.
When the headstone came into view, though, Max stopped. He held out an arm for each sister, stopping them behind him. Violet opened her mouth in protest, but the words stalled when she saw what Max was seeing: what could only be described as a bed of flowers on their father's grave. At least six different bouquets piled at the base of Kris Kameren's headstone, with decorative pebbles places carefully in a circle around it. What was this?
"Well, this is weird." Evie circled the headstone, counting the bouquets. "Max, do you know who was here?"
"Alex, maybe?" Violet took their bouquet from Max and knelt down to place it on top of the others, pausing to search the other flowers for tags. No one thought it would be Alex; though he showed his love for his extended family in his own ways, he was hardly a bouquets-of-flowers kind of guy. "There aren't any names. It's nice, but why now? Three years later?"
"I don't know..." Max's brow furrowed in thought as he watched his sisters investigate. His bright green eyes zoned into the etching on their father's headstone as he felt for any auras near them in the cemetery. He stepped back and turned, watching keenly as footsteps rounded up the path.
ooc: Was going to make this a SYMHM, decided to turn it into a weird open thread, probably for a Flux victim who knew Curse? I don't know, thought it'd be fun!
Round emerald eyes glowered up at him from below. Evelyn Kameren did not deem her older brother worthy of a reply, so she did not give him one. She did, however, tighten her grip on his hand, digging the tips of her fingers into his knuckles. "Maaaaax, come on. Hour and a half?"
"What would you prefer, then? Skip Dad, or make Grandma wait?"
"Are you joking?! We aren't doing either of those!" Violet whipped her brother with the bouquet of sunflowers in her hand. Max laughed and caught it, pulling it out of Violet's hand. "Evie will just have to speed-read to figure out what she wants to get."
"That's not how speed-reading works."
Max smiled quietly, enjoying the routine rhythm of his sisters' bickering. About once a month, Max would pick his sisters up an bring them into London to see the muggle side of their family; their grandmother, Violet, was over ninety years old now and loved getting to see her grandchildren, especially her granddaughters, especially especially her granddaughter for whom she was a namesake. It was nice for Max, too; with Violet freshly fifteen and Evie only a first year Ravenclaw, there wasn't a lot of subject matter the three could relate to each other over. With a set schedule of events and their grandmother's vibrant personality, there was never a dull moment when the Kameren children were together in London.
The trio turned the corner around the entrance to Highgate Cemetery, wandering and kicking leaves as they meandered the route to Kris Kameren's headstone. It was a familiar route, especially for Max; every now and then, when he would have time to walk alone in the city, he would come this way. Maybe it was some strange spiritual presence of their parent, but Highgate always felt slightly warmer than the rest of London to Max. It was always somehow welcoming.
When the headstone came into view, though, Max stopped. He held out an arm for each sister, stopping them behind him. Violet opened her mouth in protest, but the words stalled when she saw what Max was seeing: what could only be described as a bed of flowers on their father's grave. At least six different bouquets piled at the base of Kris Kameren's headstone, with decorative pebbles places carefully in a circle around it. What was this?
"Well, this is weird." Evie circled the headstone, counting the bouquets. "Max, do you know who was here?"
"Alex, maybe?" Violet took their bouquet from Max and knelt down to place it on top of the others, pausing to search the other flowers for tags. No one thought it would be Alex; though he showed his love for his extended family in his own ways, he was hardly a bouquets-of-flowers kind of guy. "There aren't any names. It's nice, but why now? Three years later?"
"I don't know..." Max's brow furrowed in thought as he watched his sisters investigate. His bright green eyes zoned into the etching on their father's headstone as he felt for any auras near them in the cemetery. He stepped back and turned, watching keenly as footsteps rounded up the path.
ooc: Was going to make this a SYMHM, decided to turn it into a weird open thread, probably for a Flux victim who knew Curse? I don't know, thought it'd be fun!