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[attr="class","cbody"]Being home meant that her parents had certain expectations of her. They had no concept of what she had been through since they had seen her last and how did she go about explaining something like that? She wasn’t sure that she ever wanted them to know. Her relationship with her parents had never been like that. They never really talked about anything that mattered. They wouldn’t understand something like that--they just… wouldn’t.
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They clearly were trying to get used to her being home, just like she was getting used to being back. Sasha hadn’t known what they had been telling people or how they had been explaining away her absence without raising any kind of suspicion. But now that she was back, they had known that she needed to be back at the parties and events like nothing had changed.
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At the very least, they seemed to remember that she was good at that. She had always been good at that.
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They were celebrating something. Honestly, she hadn’t even paid enough attention to whomever had been giving a toast earlier to even remember what they were here for. Her parents had told her too, before they had left to come here, and still she was completely blanking. These events always ended up being boring unless the right people were here. If they were, they could normally nick a couple of bottles of champagne and find some unused room to have way more fun. It was the best way of surviving those types of parties.
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But that was more difficult to do at a distillery, which was fine really. At least there was an endless amount to drink here. She had to call that a benefit. Sasha had already done a lap with her parents and had talked to everybody that they had wanted her to talk to. Now, she was on her own until she saw a familiar face. She knew a few of her event friends would show up eventually--unless they decided to skip this particular event, but she doubted that would be the case.
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There were a few parties bad enough to skip but one at a distillery was not going to be one of them. Too much access to good liquor to not show up for at least a little while.
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Although the gathering was in full swing, there were still other areas open to the public and to drinking and she found herself wandering in that direction. She didn’t think there would be anyone she recognized outside of the party either, but if she finished her drink out here then at least there would be a chance that someone new would show up by the time she made it back to the reception. It was worth a shot, anyway.
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teenage daydream

just another dressed up heartbreak

LJ didn’t really know why he had come to this. He was trying to mend relationships that he had broken. He was trying to repair the damage, and someone that had turned into him coming to this party with his aunt. He didn’t think that family had anything to do with this though, he thought that she had brought him here to try and convince him that he had made a mistake. But he didn’t think that he had. They weren’t going to change his mind about that. His mother’s family hadn’t wanted anything to do with them. Not since, well, ever, but he had tried. He was pretty sure that he wasn’t going to try again, but Aunt Tara was in that party somewhere, and he was trying not to let the fact that there were muggles everywhere, and the fact that his first stepfather, turned uncle, had been killed by them bother him. He was trying not to let the fact that he was a Wentzell now, show.

He didn’t think that anyone here was going to have a clue what that meant, but this wasn’t a purely muggle distillery. In fact, it was more of a magical one than a muggle one. Something that he had been keen to point out to his aunt before she had dragged him in here, warning him not to mention magic. It wasn’t like he could do magic in any case. He wasn’t exactly going to bring up magic when he couldn’t use it. LJ was only here because he couldn’t do anything else. He was here, because he needed something to do, and he had ducked out of that party as fast as he could.

There were too many muggles in there. He had a much harder time keeping his emotions to himself than he had expected. He shouldn’t have been able to feel a difference, but there was certainly a difference floating around. He wasn’t sure that he was going to make it too much longer without wishing that he could curse someone. LJ didn’t even think that was Dad rubbing off on him, he just thought that it was his lack of liking parties where he didn’t know anyone. If he knew people, LJ didn’t mind parties at all. Here, he was a stranger. And a stranger that no one was even trying to talk to.

The only thing that he could do, with any sort of purpose, was actually get something to drink. Making an excuse to his aunt and considering what it would take to hail the Knight Bus all the way up here, he headed out to the bar to get a drink. He didn’t think that drinking about it could hurt. There was some other party going on in one of the rooms, he could hear it. Probably an entirely muggle party, knowing his luck. There seemed to be muggles in every room of this place tonight. And it was enough to have him ordering the strongest stout that they had on tap. Taking the drink, he nodded to the bartender and looked down the bar.

There were several people milling about, but only one of them looked like she had escaped one of the parties going on in here tonight. There was something… Familiar, about her, but he couldn’t have said what it was. In any case, she looked like she might have been in the same boat he was. Trying to drink escape whatever event it was that she had been dragged to, by whomever had dragged her there in the first place. Nodding to her he moved down the bar a bit so that he was close enough to her to make conversation. “Are you running from a boring party too?”

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[attr="class","cbody"]These parties were a lot more interesting when some of her friends were in attendance. If she had to come on her own, it was usually mind-numbingly dull. Anything could be solved with a good martini, and since the party was at a distillery, at least that much was guaranteed.
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Yes, she thought that she had at least two hours before they noticed she was gone. She just had to make sure that she was back by then, so they could just start to realize they hadn’t seen her in a while in time for her to make her reappearance. Then they would just think that she’d been on the other side of the room or something, and they’d have no idea that she hadn’t been at the party at all.
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It was the only answer for parties that were this dull. Even if her friends were around, she would have left with them to form a sub-party. It was the only way to tolerate parties that were this boring.
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But since she was on her own, she would have to entertain herself. That meant drinking good martinis and not eating any of the food. After all, her mother had said that the one good thing that had come from ‘what had happened to her’ had been losing weight. Merlin forbid she ate too many hor d'oeuvres.
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It was nice that there was a little bar out in the main area for her to sit down at. It meant she still had access to alcohol without having to work all that hard at it. Granted, she wasn’t technically old enough to drink in the Muggle world, but that had never stopped her before. And she had never had any problems with getting served before either. She didn’t know if that was because she looked older than she was, or if people just liked doing what she said. It didn’t matter to her either way because she got alcohol out of it.
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She had just ordered another gin martini from the bartender when she heard someone speaking, and she looked over to see a boy nearby. He looked… maybe a little older than her, but not by much, and clearly attractive. So, he had that going for him. Sasha also couldn’t help but think he looked incredibly familiar, but that was beside the point. She was bored, and he was cute—that was the point. “How could you tell?” She asked, raising her eyebrows, before picking up the freshly delivered martini that the bartender had sat in front of her.
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teenage daydream

JUST ANOTHER DRESSED UP HEARTBREAK

He didn’t know why he had agreed to this. LJ didn’t like muggles. He was sure of that. He was positive that he hated the people that he blamed for his mother’s death. But he had still come to this party with his aunt. This was his one attempt at mending bridges with the Sloan’s, and he thought that he was more than done with it. He was a Wentzell now. He wasn’t even going to try with the Vesili’s. They had taken his sister from him. He had never really gotten along with his father. He didn’t think that he wanted anything to do with them either. But the Sloan’s… He had tried. For Ma’s sake.

Not that she had really liked them either. But it had been worth a shot. Now that she was gone, now that he was finally managing to handle the fact that she was gone like an adult, he had thought that it was worth a shot. But if this boring party was anything to show for it, he didn’t think that he was missing all that much. He was more than sure that he was fine with Anička nad Olivia as his aunts, and they could call it a day. That was all that he needed, he was sure of that.

It was a matter of getting out of here now, and he had a feeling that his Aunt Dina wasn’t just going to let him slip away unnoticed. She had had people to impress here tonight, or something like that. He had stopped listening to her at some point, and he didn’t think that she had cared all that much that he didn’t care about whatever it was that she was doing. She could charm whomever she wanted, and he was going to find his way to the bar. That seemed like the only answer that was going to get him through the rest of the night. A drink, and perhaps not caring about whatever else was going on here.

Sometimes it was simply easier not to care about things at all. And he figured that this was as good of a time as any to adopt that philosophy. That he could find something else to entertain himself with was a given. He wasn’t a hard guy to please, after all, and he thought that it was interesting enough to try and find someone to talk to in a place like this, that didn’t make him want to bash his head into the bar. Because he was sure that if he picked the wrong one, and ended up talking to a muggle all night, he was going to want to slam his head into something even harder than that before he was through.

Muggles were not people that he wanted to be around, and he thought that he had a decent enough reason. They had killed his mother, and his step-father. And he knew that his father now was the reason that the muggleborns had been put into the position that they were in. Though they had magic, so they weren’t quite as bad as the people that they had come from. LJ knew theory, he knew how they thought that it worked, but no one really knew for sure. And right now, it didn’t matter. Because they were all practically squibs anyway

When he had seen the girl though, he had thought that this night could at least have the possibility of being entertaining. Because he was bored. And if she was just as bored as he was, well, she looked plenty old enough to have some fun with. There had to be a coat closet or something around here somewhere that they could use to starve off some boredom, if she was so inclined. But he wasn’t going to jump just to that, he wasn’t even going to jump straight to flirting with her. “Lucky guess. You don’t exactly look the stuffy party type.”

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She supposed there might have been a time in her life where it would have felt like a dream to have no school to worry about. To get to do whatever she wanted all day, like she was an adult. Except now she was an adult. Even if she wasn’t of age, and she was, it would be hard to think of herself as a kid after everything she had gone through. She didn’t think that any Muggleborn that had dealt with Kolna, that had been tortured and humiliated every second of every day, could really be a kid after that. Even if they had been eleven years old when they had been eleven years old when they had been taken from Hogwarts.
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Sasha had thought that it was boring. There were much better things to do with the rest of her day after working all day or after being in those ridiculous classes, than studying more. But Tav had kept at it and now she was sure that she wasn’t worried about her future. On the contray, she was likely to be completely fine.
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Meanwhile, she didn’t have a clue what to do. She wished that Tav would have forced her to study with her or something, not that it was particularly easy to force her to do anything that she didn’t want to do. More than likely, her friend would have gotten a glare and a cutting comment in return, and she still wouldn’t end up studying.
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It put her in quite the predicament now, though. Her parents were trying to figure it out. She knew that they were. They were determining what they should do with her, how to explain her sudden reappearance, and there had been a lot of talk of boarding school, though she didn’t know how they thought they were going to get past the borders the Minister had put on the United Kingdom. Just because they could pass as Muggles, didn’t mean that she could. They couldn’t just send her off to boarding school in Switzerland, even if they wanted to.
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But they did need to start reintroducing her into their circles and that was what this incredibly boring party had been all about. She knew how long she could slip off at events like these, and she was well aware that she had a good amount of time before either of them realized that they hadn’t seen her in a while. More than enough time to get slightly sauced in the other room—because of course they were going to serve her underage. Technically this distillery was magical, even if Muggles didn’t know if. So technically she wasn’t underage, but the bartenders had no way of knowing that she was a witch.
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She just knew that she didn’t want to think about it, which was where nice distractions like the one that had sat next to her tended to come in handy. More than likely, he realized that she was certainly the most interesting person to talk to in this room—not a hard win, honestly. Maybe he thought that he was going to get luckier than just a conversation, but she was anything but easy. He would have to work for it, or he’d give up trying. “You would think that there couldn’t be a stuffy party at a place with this much alcohol, but here we are,” she took a sip of her drink, and took a glance around the room before her gaze returned to his.
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teenage daydream

JUST ANOTHER DRESSED UP HEARTBREAK

The Sloans were not a forgiving family, and he had always known that, but he had thought that he would at least try. It wasn’t like Nick was going to try, and LJ was trying to move on. To get past all of this, but he was certain that he didn’t like this. He didn’t like this place, and he didn’t like these people, and he thought that the only reason that he hadn’t disappeared yet was because there was alcohol here. That was what was getting him through the rest of this night, and he didn’t care how that sounded.

LJ didn’t care that the only reason that he hadn’t ditched yet was because the beer here was good. That seemed like a perfectly valid reason to him, and he thought that this girl was going to be interesting enough to keep his attention for a minute too. Whether she was magical or muggle, he didn’t know. He knew that there were more than enough non-magical people in there that he didn’t want to go back into that party. He didn’t want to meet any more muggles that his aunt tried to get him to talk to.

The only thing that he wanted to do was punch them in the face, and that was not going to solve anything. He didn’t need to cause any more trouble. Getting arrested wasn’t going to look good, and the Kestrals would fire him, and then where would he be? A professional quidditch player, that didn’t have his magic, that’s where he was now, but at least he was still employed. How long that was going to last? He had no idea. It couldn’t really last forever. But it had to happen at some point. They were going to have to let him go. They were going to have to let them all go.

And then he was going to school. But that wasn’t the same without his magic either. They were a mess. The whole lot of them, and what they were going to do about it was really out of their hands. If they were going to find a cure, that would be great. If not, he thought that he’d rather know sooner than later. He thought that he would have rather just been told if he was going to be a squib for the rest of his life. If he was, he didn’t know what he was going to do. He didn’t think that he had any reason to believe that things were as bad as they might have been.

They could always get worse. If there was one thing that he had learned, it was that things could always get worse. And he wasn’t even a muggleborn. It probably sucked to be them. He didn’t really care, not in enough of a way that he was going to do something about it. He wasn’t his dad. But he wasn’t going to go around holding their hands and helping them either. It was muggles that had killed his ma. And he didn’t like that. He didn’t care that his grandfather on that side had been muggleborn. He didn’t care that there were muggles close enough in his family tree to spit on. He didn’t like them.

Too many people had died. It was just a fact. And he didn’t want to be here, and around them, any longer than he had to be. But he had come, because he had tried to do the right thing, and here he was, regretting it. And the blonde next to him looked about as bored as he felt. “You’d think that in a place like this, there’d be more people actually drinking. And yet, we’re out here, and they’re in there, ‘making connections’.” LJ rolled his eyes a little bit, “Fancy term for gossiping, that is.”

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It was really too bad that this event in particular had turned out to be such a bore. It had promise, being at a distillery. It meant very close contact with very good liquor, which she would normally take as a good sign. But none of her friends had shown up—likely because they were still off at school, where she normally would have been too. This was an off time of year for fun parties. She should have known.
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But no excuse would have gotten her out of coming here anyway. There was very little use trying when her mother was in the kind of mood she’d been in today. It was all about picking her battles. Sasha was certain there were parties she’d much rather miss than this one. She didn’t want to talk her way out of attending, only to get stuck going to some half-dead person’s retirement party at a museum or something. There were worse parties. Getting through a couple of hours at a distillery would be much better compared to a party like that one. Especially since she knew how long she could sneak off here… to the minute. It was a process she had down to a science, at this point.
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The boy next to her looked familiar, but she knew that could mean anything. She came across dozens of people at parties like this one. Most of the time, it was the exact same people, but sometimes someone new would end up on the guest list. Sasha figured he must have been at some past party ages ago, and it was enough for that flicker of recognition. That was the most logical explanation to her, anyway. “Yes, well—how else would you find out who snubbed whom at book club?” That was the sort of thing that her mother always whispered about at parties like these. Who was mad at whom, who got seated at the worst table in the place, who was sleeping with whom Sasha thought nearly every affair that her mother had ever found out about had been because it was whispered about at an event like this one.
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PROM QUEEN

TEENAGE DAYDREAM

JUST ANOTHER DRESSED UP HEARTBREAK

Their family was complicated, and LJ thought that his own chunk of it even more so. He was an orphan, technically. Both of his biological parents are dead. He had lost his father first. And he knew that that wasn’t really a loss. Yes, the man was dead, but it wasn’t like he had ever really been much of a father. He’d be more devastated to lose Nick than he was to lose Zamir. His father was not the best man in the world, but he certainly hadn’t been the worst. LJ thought that there were a few others that were going to be in contention for that position.

Ma had died after that. Dominick had died in there too. Nick’s father, that was really his uncle, because Dad was Nick’s real dad, and that had been a convoluted mess too. No one really knew what was going on in their lives when it came to something like that. He thought that Ma should probably have known who Nick’s dad was, that was kind of bad. But he also knew that he didn’t know the whole story. He knew that there would always be things about all of that that he didn’t get to know. That was just how it had to be. And he was okay with that.

But it had led him to getting stuck at something like this. He didn’t like muggles. He didn’t like anything that had anything to do with muggles, and yet, he had tried to suck it up and come to this, and he knew that it wasn’t going to be that easy. He should have been prepared for that from the start, but he didn’t really have that option. He had to do this, because he had to try and fix this relationship with Aunt Tara. Not that she really cared where he had gone.

LJ had slipped away and ended up out here at the bar, and he thought that this was by far the best part of his party. He didn’t much care about any of these people, and he couldn’t tell them what he actually did. He couldn’t say that he was going to school for alchemy, and risk someone that wasn’t from a magical background hearing it. There were more muggles here than anything. He was sure that it would have been more intresteing to see the looks on their faces at that. But he also knew that he’d be in trouble.

Breaching secrecy was something that he didn’t need right now. He didn’t want to worry about it in the least. He was going to keep his head down, and his nose clean, and it was going to be as simple as that. They had enough to worry about. And he was practically one of them right now anyway. He couldn’t fly. He couldn’t really do alchemy without his magic. He didn’t think that he fit in either world right now, and he didn’t want them to start to become one.

The world that had killed his mother was the last one that he had wanted to be involved in. First his uncle, because Dominick was his uncle now, as much as Anička was his aunt. And then it had killed his ma, and he didn’t want anything to do with it. He didn’t even have a cell phone, as much as that annoyed some of his family members. He wouldn’t get in a car with Philip. He refused to do a good majority of the things that were now ‘necessary’ since they had lost their magic. They were not going to be necessary for him. He refused.

Chuckling a little bit at the girl’s words he nodded, “My ma always used to go to ‘book club’ and come home with everything we wanted to know about the rest of the professors. I think they went just to learn what they all knew about them and their students.” He remembered her coming home full of stories like that, and then sharing them with Aunt Liv until they were both laughing so hard, he thought that they were going to cry.

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