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[attr="class","lyric2shop"]I'm looking right at the other half of me
The vacancy that sat in my heart
Is a space that now you hold

[attr="class","textbodshop"]Gabriela did try to branch out, when it came to the vineyard. She wanted her wines to be special, of course, and people certainly went to Valkyrie Vineyards in search of something new and different. But she also knew that this was a business, at the end of the day, and there was a certain level of importance to be placed on branching out. It wouldn't hurt to have her wines in some restaurants--but only a small selection, of course. Just enough to pique the curiosity. And only the best of the best restaurants, as far as Gabriela was concerned. She wouldn't allow her well-crafted wines in some sleazy pub. No, that wouldn't do. She was aiming for restaurants with a dress code. Gabi was far from a preppy or snobby person, herself, but she thought her wines were meant to attract a particular caliber of person. And that caliber of person typically went to a restaurant that dictated dressing nicely, and had a steak at a price that made your stomach drop a little. Something her wine would surely pair well with.

She had flooed all the way to Scotland, to a rather nice restaurant, and she had met with the owner to discuss some options. It seemed like a good option, and then Gabi had been invited to stay and try out some of the menu, of course. So they were making a good impression, so far. It would certainly be nice to have them in their good graces.

Gabi had been investing herself in the vineyard a lot lately, if only because losing her magic had been... rather sad. She hadn't expected it to happen. She hadn't had symptoms when Rico had first gotten sick--but then it had hit her, a couple weeks later, so now she was wondering if some of the Veela magic had protected her. Not that it mattered--her magic was gone now, and that was that. Gabi was managing, but it still stung a bit. She had lost a part of herself, even if she was surviving without it just fine. But there were other things to worry about. The vineyard. And the wedding, which... well, the planning was going all right, save for the part that her and Rico would never be able to settle on a date as long as the borders were still closed. And he was much too fearful of her mother to suggest eloping, which was just basic common sense.

She was seated at the bar, waiting on the food and sipping at some wine--her wine. Of course, her wine. It was a relatively quiet day for the place, but she had an inkling they got busier at night. There was a movement in the corner of her eye, though, and Gabi turned to glance at who had just sat down near her with a light small. "Good afternoon," she greeted, her accent standing out as it usually did, even after all these years in England.

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[attr="class","clyrics"]With anyone else beside of me[break]
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[attr="class","cbody"]The past couple of months had been eventful, to say the least.
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When Ella had first gotten sick, of course he had been worried. But he didn’t think that it would escalate into all of this. Suddenly, everybody was sick. The only two people in their family that weren’t—apart from Pippa and the twins, were Constance and Anicka. There was no rhyme or reason for it. They just hadn’t gotten sick when everyone else had. It was good. He was glad that at least a couple of them were spared from it, but the rest of them had not been so lucky. The rest of Anicka’s girls had, and Philip. Elliot had, Liam had. Lester and Rosalind both had, as had both of their boys, and Dorian. The only person in their extended family that he knew wasn’t sick was Theo.
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That was something, he supposed, but it was still a difficult situation for a good portion of them. None more so than Ella and Elliot, he knew that. Getting sick was bad enough—losing their magic was bad enough, but they had lost their child too. Ella’s fever had gotten so bad that there had been no way to stop it and he knew that was going to be difficult on them. He knew it was going to take them some time to get past it.
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He couldn’t admit to going through something like that personally, but he could assume how difficult that would be. He thought that he’d check in with them sometime this week if he had the time. With everyone so busy trying to get back to work, they weren’t seeing each other as much as he would like to. Maybe they would like a visit. It was worth a shot, anyway.
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Malcolm knew that there was someone else that needed a visit too. He was aware that Dorian was not taking this well—and previously, his younger brother had been doing better than he had been in years. He had been sober for over a year, he’d rejoined a Quidditch team. It was process like Malcolm had never been expecting. He didn’t know how much of that had to do with the Mudblood that Malcolm now knew that Dorian had been with. He only knew that he had been doing well and that had certainly been a good thing.
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But that was all out the window now and he thought that he needed to head by Dorian’s apartment sometime this week to make sure that his brother was still breathing. He had no idea what he would find when he got there, but he didn’t think that it was going to be good. It was better to know for sure, though, as opposed to just remaining ignorant. Malcolm knew that his mum was worried about him too and he didn’t want her going over there herself when he didn’t know what she’d be walking in on either.
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That was a task for tomorrow. For tonight, he was in Glasgow. Work without magic was a little more complicated these days, but he was certainly still capable of dealing with investors and making sure that the company continued to grow even when the actual inventing had to be put… on hold, slightly. They still had a few employees that hadn’t gotten sick, but production had definitely needed to halt for a while.
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Since his meeting had come to an end, he had decided to head up to the bar for a few more drinks before going home for the rest of the day. He thought his worries about his brother were to blame. He just wasn’t quite ready to go home, where he would surely just worry about him more. Taking a seat at the bar, he nodded in greeting to the woman as she spoke. “Afternoon,” he said with a polite smile, “Drinking anything good?” He couldn’t claim to be much of a wine person normally but it might be a little early in the afternoon to go straight to whiskey.
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