It comes together

@genevieve | Outfit

It was the old play groups that had given her the idea. The groups had been the starting point for so many things. They had been introduced to new people, they had been introduced to the families that they would associate with for years to come. She hadn't quite met Blaise in that group; the few years spanning their age difference did move them a bit differently at that time. She had been considered young and childish, just Pansy's kid cousin and Donna's baby sister. It wasn't that nobody wanted to bother with her— she did have her own play group to play around with, and it was that group that had really inspired her. They were the ones who she had such strong ties with, they were the reason that she and Hestia and Flora were at least somewhat close. Their blood and their friends, that was what they had. After all, this was to keep the lines close, the children friends, the group strong and together even in the darkest of times. After all, it was up to the witches for that. The men often got so distracted with other things, and they tried to leave the house for their wives. She thought it was almost hysterical how they eagerly left the home to their wives. It was like they were willing to be ignorant to the happenings, like they wanted to be clueless for the rest of their lives. It was sweet, really. After all, the women did hold a lot more power in the household than one thought.

Of course, so many of those boys didn't really pay attention to that. The lords all thought that they knew everything, though there were a few who clearly understood who held the power. She thought that Nando knew, but she knew that was likely their blood relation that kept him from being just as clueless as the next man. And she did adore Blaise— or tolerate him at the least— but there were brief times where she knew he underestimated some witches. Of course, there were times where it was necessary. There was no way that someone could assume more of Donna. What you saw was precisely what you got. And Blaise did it very, very rarely. He grew up in a household where his mother might poison him at any moment. That clearly prepared him for this type of world, and it was no wonder that he would let her do whatever it is that she wanted. He would purchase anything if she asked politely, or even if she didn't ask so nicely. He would support this in a moment if she had bothered to inform him of what was going on. Actually, he might be terrified, but she thought that was quite how she liked her husband. It kept him on his toes.

That in mind, she had to be very particular about people that she was thinking about inviting to her girls' club. She wasn't going to be inviting any old witch. These were going to be the cream of the crop, the people fully invested in their families, in their blood, in keeping things neat and tidy. She liked to think that she wasn't the one starting this all up, she was just the one attempting to continue on the legacy that their mothers began. She knew that this was going to be something that would last, this was something important. This was something that was going to impact their children for a long time if they did it right. And if she had her way, this was going to happen right. They all fell out of touch so easily after Hogwarts, they went on with their husbands and their lives. She thought, sometimes, that she paid more mind to her kids than anything else. They were the most important thing, they were who she often concerned herself with, and now she was going to cross together those two paths. Being a mother should help the situation, it should keep them all closer together. It could help inspire the ones without kids, they could help tie together families in the future... It was a good idea, and she was being specific with these thoughts, organized. Even just the start of it was specific.

She had chosen Gen because this was someone she had looked up to for such a long time. This was someone who was only a bit older, just as accomplished, just as focused. They had the same thoughts, ideas... They were going to succeed with this. They were smart enough to keep it going, crafty enough. She knew that she had her thoughts, her ideas, her lists of people to invite. She wanted to know what Gen was thinking, so she had decided that they meet for tea at the Adria. The Adria was, after all, a good spot for meeting. It was a place for the purebloods, it was poshly decorated, and it was owned by one of her closest friends. There was no risk of being overheard, of being spied on, and it was a nice place to have tea as well. After taking way too long to decide on an outfit she had left her sons to the house elves with the order to bother the mudblood if they wished. Crossing her ankles idly, she looked towards the door, waiting calmly for the older witch to arrive. 

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Being busy was nothing new, of course. Raising three children and coordinating a house the size of Westerlies had never been an easy job and Genevieve had always been terribly particular about everything she did. It meant spending double the time on it than anyone else but, usually, it was worth the effort. Usually. Her marriage had been the exception but after tasting the freedom of being a Burke once more - and quietly making sure her son would be the head of the family after Carlisle, not any snot nosed brat Sloane would whelp -, she didn't quite want to go back to those days. Gen liked being herself, she liked working and liked being able to be someone other than Rosier's wife. The situation of her status and it's technicalities sucked, of course, and she'd have given up happiness for The Lady Rosier title - Genevieve was a Slytherin and she was a Burke, power was something that attracted her as much as the next person. But, well. Marriage was not, yet, out of the cards. She was young enough to have children still, attractive enough, the Lord's sister. Her son was the Rosier heir and with his engagement to the Bulstrode heir's sister almost set in stone - if not already, she hasn't talked to Carlisle in a while -, Gen was a good enough match to any man.

And if there was one in specific that she had gotten closer to - maybe not marriage, such things were more on the business side and she'd let Harrison decide it, or Edmund -, no one could judge her. After a lifetime dedicated to a single man who threw it all back to her face, Genevieve thought she felt entitled to choosing, this once. It hadn't yet backfired spectacularly, which meant she probably did the right choice. Maybe. In any case, having a life that didn't revolve around men also meant that she could, in fact, ignore such things if she wanted to focus on other projects. Like the idea she had toyed with, about a gathering for pureblood ladies. Charity, social events, plotting murder. Basic, routine activities that any pureblood witch had to learn from the cradle and that were just so much more fun in group. Besides, they had all mostly lost that closeness they used to have in their school days and that had been a precious thing indeed. Now that the 28 were back in charge, unity was paramount in certain ways.

Sienna's owl came as a signal from the gods, in a way. They crossed paths mostly because of Pansy and Blaise, two people very close to Genevieve's heart - no matter how different they were, how much they fought or how she and Pansy had that pissing contest during four years for Draco's attentions -, and she had always liked the witch well enough. Witty and ambitious, a good match for Blaise. She kept him on his toes and dealt with The Bastard Situation much better than Genevieve ever would - poison,
that would have been her answer to it and kinder still than Pansy's or Daphne's. She had answered the other witch with an affirmative and made sure she'd have no prior engagements that day. Work attire was good enough for the Adria, so Genevieve went straight there. Sienna was already waiting and she smiled sincerely to the younger witch when she approached the table. "Sienna, darling. Thank you for the invitation," taking a seat, she crossed her legs. "Might have read my mind, you."

This was important. This was something that they couldn't bluff, that they couldn't just ignore. This was a task that was up to the mothers to do, and she never really assumed that she would be one of them. It was strange. Sure, she had a child in Hogwarts, but Sienna was still young. If she didn't have such high-risk pregnancies she would have already tried to convince Blaise they should have another. She didn't even feel old enough to be dealing with this, and she was somewhat disappointed that she wasn't prepared. She... She felt like she wasn't really ready to be starting something like this, but somebody had to, and she was going to take charge and do it herself. They needed to get their lives together, they needed to get their children close and tight-knit. They had to show and prove that they were worth more than the excessive amounts of halfbloods running around, that they were the people that everyone should be looking up to. They were better than the others. They were strong. Determined. Plenty. And they were going to make sure that it happened the right way, this time. They were doing what their parents did, following in their footsteps.

Besides, the witches that she wanted to involve? They were far more involved in the world than people thought. She wanted the ones who held as much power as their husbands, who were strong and confident. She didn't need the meek girls. She needed the ones who were ready, prepared. Who had their weapons and their ways to get more power. She didn't want to deal with the others, the ones who meekly did what their husbands wanted, or the ones who thought that they had to. There was a reason she had asked Gen. Even if Gen was divorced, she had a son who would be heir and she had a way to solve her problems. She was going to be fine in the end. She was one of the smart ones, she had Slytherin thoughts running around in her head. They could do it, the pair of them. They had their separate strengths and they had their different jobs. She thought that was probably the most helpful. Gen was in publications and she was in the Ministry. Maybe they could snag a St. Mungo's witch and have a packaged deal. They could get everyone they wanted, needed... They were going to be just fine. They had everything under control.

She glowed when Gen arrived, uncrossing her arms and smiling brightly. "I'm glad that you could make it," she greeted, smiling at their similarly toned outfits. Pink, that was the way to go. That was the way to match. "Did I?" Oh, good. She wouldn't have to explain the need, then. The older witch already knew it, already understood it.