Post by Alecsander on Nov 24, 2017 23:23:36 GMT -5
"Where do you want this?" Eden asked Alex and Ari, holding up the wine.
"I'll take it," Alex took the wine and stored it away in the fridge, checking on the turkey. Nearly done. He shooed his niece off the one patch of empty counter, putting down the drained potatoes and pouring in milk, butter, and salt. He wasn't paying much attention to the general murmur of voices as he worked with Ari to put the final touches on their feast, but the silence was sudden and dragged his mind back to the present.
“She couldn’t make it, Vi. Sorry. She had an emergency with her family. Next time."
Alex felt a nudge, as if someone was inside his head and giving him a gentle shove. It felt almost like legimancy. He took a deep breath, beating the potatoes into mash.
"When’s Gryffindor-Slytherin Quidditch next? Can’t wait to catch the Battle of the Chasers!”
"Who's going to win the Cup?" Alex tacked on, and the two were off, distracted by house rivalry as Emory sidled up to Alex and whispered to him. He scraped the mash into a bowl, adding a fresh dollop of butter to melt on top. His turn. Could he do it? He wasnt sure, but he should try. He retreated to the other side of the kitchen, drawing the turkey drippings up from the pan so he could do the gravy while the bird rested.
max he concentrated, centering homself, trying to replicate the feeling of Max reaching into his aura as best he could. there may be news. As Max's eyes met his across the crowd he tilted his head briefly in Emory's direction.