Post by Ilana Rose Goldstein on Apr 19, 2019 21:50:10 GMT -5
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[attr="class","title-ilana"] CHAD GADYA
[attr="class","subtitle-ilana"]One little goat, one little goat
Which my father bought for two zuzim
Which my father bought for two zuzim
[attr="class","wordz-ilana"]The Goldstein Pesach event was always a headache-inducing thing.
It was one of the few family things Ilana had to attend to, mostly because while there were so many people, Ilana somehow couldn't be missed, much as she tried. And always, always, it was held at the Scamander home because Great-Aunt Tina had the most room. not even all the wine at the table could make up for smiling like it was painted on and enduring all the relatives because of bloody fucking course everyone would turn up. And despite religion usually being a more-or-less thing, her great-aunt and uncle certainly went all out with the tin foil, kosher-for-passover things, and copious amounts of good-quality alcohol.
Truthfully, it was less stressful than her mother's side of the family, because then it had to be at their house, Sarah and Levi never got along, and the Seder had to be completely non-magical, as both Sarah and Saul (the only husband Ilana had known, despite the short-lived marriage to Levi that produced her mother) were Muggles, and Uncle Benjamin couldn't know about magic, despite all of his grandchildren either having a magical sibling or a magical parent. It usually lasted longer besides, so ilana usually considered it as having even less of a benefit than Tina and Queenie's seder.
Admittedly, as Ilana had gotten older, she'd seen this Seder as useful for one thing, and one thing only: the chance to practice holding a mind shut against Queenie Goldstein while pretty intoxicated. Alcohol weakened Occlumency, natural or not, and Queenie usually didn't drink so much so it was even more of a pleasant way. That was mostly how she'd gotten Bryce to come-- well, that and threatening to rip his hair off if he didn't get off her couch and do the useful thing in coming with her tonight. After all, if relatives started prying, she could very easily make the more distant ones (namely Uncle Eliezer and Aunt Miriam) uncomfortable by implying either Bryce or Olive were her kids.
But she'd escaped most of the talking and chatting and shmoozing by jumping on clean-up duty. Unfortunately, some damn cousin of hers (who? goddamnit, who? It wasn't Rolf or Anthony, that was all she knew) had voluntold her for setting the table and so Ilana pasted the fakest smile on her face, gritted her teeth, and threw up her Occlumic shields just in case someone had directly inherited Queenie's gift without telling her. It would be just like them, after all.
She played with a knife, considering. If it wasn't that they would know should several bottles of the better wine go missing and be sold out to people (especially some of the Israeli wine) a fair amount would be slipped into her pockets. Well, that would be for later, at least, and Ilana would rest in that she was no longer the relative expected to help with the Four Questions, no matter what she was implying about Olive. No, that was Anthony's daughter's job, or the job of another of Dad's sibling's grandchildren.
But finally, everyone was seated they'd stumbled through the first part of the Hagadah, and Ilana realized with some dismay (as per usual) that no one was bringing up the possible Sefardi ancestor from six generations back and again, there was no kitniyot: no rice, corn, or beans at the Seder table. What there was instead was a lot of potato kugel, heaps of gefilte fish, chicken meatballs with some godawful crust, spiced quinoa, salads, brisket, horseradish, vegetables pretending to be carbs, and those cursed matzahs all over.
Lior, seated next to their girlfriend-of-the-month, dug a harsh elbow into Ilana's side (was Lior a damn Legilmens like their grandmother?) and Ilana's smile became even more fixed. "We've all waited long enough-- and drank enough!-- that it's definitely time to eat." There, that ought to do it, that forced enthusiasm to fit in with the moods of everyone else. "Queenie, Tina, Miriam, and Rolf are responsible for most of the backbreaking labour involved, so if you have complements, direct them to them."
A slight pressure to the walls, and Ilana took a breath and held her barriers, doing her best not to glare at her grandmother. "Anyone want their wineglass refilled?"
It was one of the few family things Ilana had to attend to, mostly because while there were so many people, Ilana somehow couldn't be missed, much as she tried. And always, always, it was held at the Scamander home because Great-Aunt Tina had the most room. not even all the wine at the table could make up for smiling like it was painted on and enduring all the relatives because of bloody fucking course everyone would turn up. And despite religion usually being a more-or-less thing, her great-aunt and uncle certainly went all out with the tin foil, kosher-for-passover things, and copious amounts of good-quality alcohol.
Truthfully, it was less stressful than her mother's side of the family, because then it had to be at their house, Sarah and Levi never got along, and the Seder had to be completely non-magical, as both Sarah and Saul (the only husband Ilana had known, despite the short-lived marriage to Levi that produced her mother) were Muggles, and Uncle Benjamin couldn't know about magic, despite all of his grandchildren either having a magical sibling or a magical parent. It usually lasted longer besides, so ilana usually considered it as having even less of a benefit than Tina and Queenie's seder.
Admittedly, as Ilana had gotten older, she'd seen this Seder as useful for one thing, and one thing only: the chance to practice holding a mind shut against Queenie Goldstein while pretty intoxicated. Alcohol weakened Occlumency, natural or not, and Queenie usually didn't drink so much so it was even more of a pleasant way. That was mostly how she'd gotten Bryce to come-- well, that and threatening to rip his hair off if he didn't get off her couch and do the useful thing in coming with her tonight. After all, if relatives started prying, she could very easily make the more distant ones (namely Uncle Eliezer and Aunt Miriam) uncomfortable by implying either Bryce or Olive were her kids.
But she'd escaped most of the talking and chatting and shmoozing by jumping on clean-up duty. Unfortunately, some damn cousin of hers (who? goddamnit, who? It wasn't Rolf or Anthony, that was all she knew) had voluntold her for setting the table and so Ilana pasted the fakest smile on her face, gritted her teeth, and threw up her Occlumic shields just in case someone had directly inherited Queenie's gift without telling her. It would be just like them, after all.
She played with a knife, considering. If it wasn't that they would know should several bottles of the better wine go missing and be sold out to people (especially some of the Israeli wine) a fair amount would be slipped into her pockets. Well, that would be for later, at least, and Ilana would rest in that she was no longer the relative expected to help with the Four Questions, no matter what she was implying about Olive. No, that was Anthony's daughter's job, or the job of another of Dad's sibling's grandchildren.
But finally, everyone was seated they'd stumbled through the first part of the Hagadah, and Ilana realized with some dismay (as per usual) that no one was bringing up the possible Sefardi ancestor from six generations back and again, there was no kitniyot: no rice, corn, or beans at the Seder table. What there was instead was a lot of potato kugel, heaps of gefilte fish, chicken meatballs with some godawful crust, spiced quinoa, salads, brisket, horseradish, vegetables pretending to be carbs, and those cursed matzahs all over.
Lior, seated next to their girlfriend-of-the-month, dug a harsh elbow into Ilana's side (was Lior a damn Legilmens like their grandmother?) and Ilana's smile became even more fixed. "We've all waited long enough-- and drank enough!-- that it's definitely time to eat." There, that ought to do it, that forced enthusiasm to fit in with the moods of everyone else. "Queenie, Tina, Miriam, and Rolf are responsible for most of the backbreaking labour involved, so if you have complements, direct them to them."
A slight pressure to the walls, and Ilana took a breath and held her barriers, doing her best not to glare at her grandmother. "Anyone want their wineglass refilled?"
[attr="class","tags-ilana"]☆ Anthony Goldstein + Tamara Goldstein, @isaac , @winona + @duke & Cassandra Leah Stone , @bryce + Olive Babaganoush, Zahava Yael Azoulay ☆
☆ plus many many maaaaany NPCs. like at least 30? because other family&guests☆
☆703 words☆
☆ plus many many maaaaany NPCs. like at least 30? because other family&guests☆
☆703 words☆
[attr="class","credz1"]❤fai
