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Post by Ashlyn Swallow G5 on Nov 16, 2018 19:09:42 GMT -5
“She’s a fox kit,” Lita proposes cheerfully, tugging at one of Ashlyn's curls just because it’s funny to see the blonde's entirely unimpressed glower. She’s softening around them all, slowly but surely, but Ashlyn has yet to lose any of her sharp edges around anyone but Damon. “Adorable and willing to be friendly to the right people if they earn it, but still with sharp teeth and claws. Deceptively dangerous but also with the potential to be cuddly.”
“You’re really not very interesting,” Ashlyn drawls bluntly, “so I’ll get straight to the point. You clearly have no idea what is happening in your brother's life right now and your reaction to his accomplishments make it incredibly obvious that you have no interest in learning. I personally have no issue with that - Rister has adopted Pip as a little duckling and Pip is eager to learn and impress, which I’m certain you noticed,” she adds slyly and takes perhaps a bit too much vicious enjoyment in Merry's reflexive flinch. It would take a greater fool than Meredith Garwin not to notice that Pip now looks first to Rister for validation. Layla does the same to Ashlyn sometimes, so the blonde wonders often how Rister managed to get used to the weight of that gaze. “So truly, he doesn’t need you in his life if you're only intending to diminish the boy. It would truly be in everyone’s best interests for you to fade away quietly until he no longer remembers your name.”
Lita shifts behind her then, fingertips touching her elbow briefly in a gesture that Ashlyn figures is meant to signify that she’s met the purpose Lita sought her out for. Perhaps too well, Ashlyn thinks with amusement as she takes in the expression on the Hufflepuff's face. “I’m done,” she concedes with a graceful shrug of one shoulder and turns her back on Meredith as if the older girl has already slipped from her mind. “Now, is it time for dinner yet? I’m famished.”
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Post by Rister Graas S6 on Dec 27, 2018 8:52:17 GMT -5
“”Tame me,” said the fox,” Leandra quoted cheerfully, considering Ashlyn with a tilt of her head, “Perhaps. It would fit, seeing that it's Damon's favourite book, but I'm not sure. I might ask him later.”
Ashlyn is sharp, but elegant while doing it, with words carefully chosen to cut. So Leandra can't help the light snort. “Harsh,” she comments easily, because while harsh Ashlyn had been a class act. “Not fully truthful perhaps, but elegant,” she told Ashlyn with a grin even as she crunches her candy between her teeth. Because Ashlyn didn't seem like the type to forsake family unless things were irredeemable and Pip loved his sister. But worrying about that would be Rister's problem, not hers.
“Yep, should be dinner time. Although the rest would have made Rister agree to take us out to eat to celebrate Pip's victory,” Leandra said hopping off the table she had perched herself on at their arrival, “Unless of course Mrs. Garwin would need to give her permission for Rister to take Pip off the school grounds. No, wait. Rister is taking Pip back for the foaling, so she must have already done so. Lita? Are we eating out or was that pushed back to the weekend?”
“We're eating at the Slytherin table today then,” she continued cheerfully, link an elbow with Ashlyn's cheerfully as the pair headed out, “Pip can't be seen to be hiding today, but we can at least give him a buffer zone to let him eat in peace. Except Damon I suppose. And maybe me, if he'll need me – Rister set Damon to look into something.”
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Just for Ashlyn: "You do realise the punch is spiked and you're a lightweight, right?" Rister murmured back to Ashlyn, with a measuring glance at her drink. It was tasty and sure Ashlyn could shove the effects of the alcohol onto Damon, who could hold his drink, but even so he hadn't expected Ashlyn to actually ask how he dealt with it. But she had, so Rister threw an arm around her shoulders to tug her close, before inclining his head enough to murmur just to her. "The look isn't so bad. What hurts is when they look at you after realising there is something you can't do for the first time," he said because it was true and Ashlyn deserved an honest answer. Dropping an absent kiss on the top of her head - he had to admit that he liked his first sister-in-law, Rister turned his attention back to where the rest of their family in the room.
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Post by Merry Garwin H6 on Feb 15, 2019 16:15:20 GMT -5
“Rister has explicit permission from Charisse to remove Pip from school grounds at his discretion, within reason,” Lita confirms easily. Merry isn’t sure which makes her bristle more: the casual use of her mother's first name, as if she and Lita could possibly be friends, or the way those dark eyes pass over her so dismissively. “We won't be going out until Saturday though; Rister's busy tonight and I have dinner plans with Gaenor tomorrow evening. I’m sure we can rustle up some sort of celebration for Pip tonight however.”
“His victory does deserve to be recognised by those important to him,” Ashlyn's voice trails behind her as the three girls wander off, her tone too cutting for it to be accidental. The blonde definitely intended for Merry to hear her, it's a deliberate provocation and for a long moment Merry seriously considers marching after them to show the uppity little Gryffindor precisely how a Garwin ends a fight. Her common sense reassert itself after a few seconds and Merry shakes her head to banish her own foolishness. She isn’t a child and she didn’t learn how to fight for these sort of reasons. Her teachers would be ashamed of her if she ever forgot the discipline they spent years drilling into her.
Perhaps she had a lucky escape after all, Merry considers with a humourless smile. As much as she thinks she could have liked Rister, as smart and funny and handsome as he had been, these are the people he chooses to surround himself with and she can't imagine herself ever having a civil conversation with Ashlyn. She can’t imagine them ever having enough in common to warrant such a conversation. Even without all of the other obstacles which had stopped any progress down a road she thinks they may have been headed - even without his money and her pride, even without his sister being a werewolf and his unwillingness to give her any time to process that fact, even without the fact that they come from such drastically different worlds - she thinks that the bitchy little blonde Gryffindor would have taken offence to her presence and Merry honestly isn’t sure that Rister would ever have taken her side over that of his brother's girlfriend. Not for the first time since she and Rister stopped talking, Merry exhales slowly and accepts that, no matter what, it would never have worked between them. That fact still hurts sometimes because she really had liked him but life isn’t always fair. She doesn’t get to keep Rister just because she liked him, and she doesn’t get to blame him because it didn’t work out. She probably can't blame him for his brother's terrible taste in girls either but, really, someone needs to tell the girl to shut up unless she has something nice to say.
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