She's smoke

I pull her in nice and slow

She's a habit and I can't let go

Sunday was a day set aside for herself. No matter all that she had going on with her life. She took Sunday off. No work. No studying---and only the most hedonistic of exercises. It was a full twenty-four hours at minimum of her being twenty. The witch absolutely embraced the work hard, party hard lifestyle. She’d been out at Opium last night with some other quidditch players. Philip and LJ had been there, too. Drinks and dancing had gone well into the wee hours of the morning before she and Lord Mountbatten had gone back to her flat. It required no jump of the imagination to what they had been doing as the sun rose up over London, illuminating her bedroom with its warm glow. Nothing beat a sunrise or a sunset in her flat. The glow of the horizon with the city stretching out before them was so gorgeous. She truly felt like she was on top of the world.

Thank Merlin, she still had her magic, too, because without it darkening the windows would have been absolutely a nightmare. Curtains were not going up to adulterate her view. No, transfigurations to make the glass opaque were the only viable option to maintain the aesthetic of the room. The bright city skyline had been replaced with an illusion of the night sky—and with dim stars winking at them, Kali had stolen few hours of sleep wrapped up in the Mountbatten. That had been enough to invigorate her for the rest of her blessed day off.

A day that would be spent with Philip both in and out of the flat. There was a shop they had been meaning to visit in Knockturn. Today was as good a day as any.

She and Philip had discussed her father on a few occasions since she told him her dirty little secret. Greg Goyle was an interesting man. More than a little rough around the edges, her father brought out a darker side of Kallisto. She had not grown up wealthy. The Parkinsons had still been well off when she had been born, but by the time she started Hogwarts, Myles had already been sent to the work camp. The fines were coming more and more frequently. They were slowly losing everything. If it hadn’t been for Donna managing to make Gladrags, there would have been times when the family went hungry. Not like Van had sent money home from his wrockstar riches. Asshat. She still wasn’t on board with welcoming him and his harlot back into the family fold.


But Myles had written that letter—and Tara had chosen to give it to him. Her opinion didn’t mean much in relation to that. They weren’t even really her parents anyway. Donna and Greg were.

Greg who despite the political shift in the country still chose to run a shady betting parlor in Knockturn Alley. He did not give a damn about what anyone thought about what he did. He had carved this little piece of the pie out for himself. He had built the business when things were extremely shitty for the purebloods—and he wasn’t about to throw it away for a hand-up and hand-out from the new world order.

Kallisto did not necessarily want to build a livelihood on something quite as shady as the sort of things her father got up to…though it was he would bring her contracts for her most profitable and least publicized profession. Since he had learned from Donna that Kali had taken care of her little husband problem, Greg had been more than happy to arrange hits for his daughter, taking a small percentage of her earnings for the effort he put into the undertaking. What a sweet little daddy-daughter bonding moment!

He hadn’t owled her to come by, but she and Philip had been in Knockturn anyway—paying a visit to a particular shop that had the most interesting and entertaining wares. So, always in the mood to tease the handsome Mountbatten, she slipped her hand into his and gave a gentle tug, “Let’s go to the Strike—I want to take some Galleons from some foolish old men.” Ultramarine eyes flicked up through long inky lashes, she hoped the azure pools would work their magic on her boyfriend. She thought she was hard to say no to in general—and looking at him like this way, surely, he wouldn’t deny her.

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She's smoke

She's a habit and I can't let go

Blowing rings around my heart

Philip hadn’t thought all that much about it when Kali had said that Opium was where they were going last night. She had been going with some other quidditch players, and he was the plus one. He didn’t really mind. There were plenty of things that they could go to where those roles were reversed, and he wasn’t worried about the fact that she was the one that was leading in that respect. If she was boring, if she wasn’t trying to make something of herself, he wouldn’t have been interested in the first place. He liked Kali, because she was different. He liked her because she was doing everything on her own terms.

And he thought that he could respect that. He had seen the other side of that coin, and he had made a promise to himself that he was never going to be his father. He wasn’t going to control something that should have been left wild. Not in the ways that were going to cause any harm, but just enough to keep her interesting. Just enough to give a razor-sharp edge to those cheekbones, and to sharpen the glass in her blue eyes. There was something about her that he didn’t think that he could have explained, and sometimes it was just enough to watch her. Just enough to marvel at the fact that she was putting up with him.

He knew that he wasn’t a terrible choice. He was the Lord Mountbatten. He knew that he needed to choose some causes and take up banners for them if he was going to use that position for something. But working in the Ministry itself was not his goal. He had always been more for the outdoors. More for adventure. If you wanted a politician, he would point you towards his matka. Maybe his eldest sestra. And he could be. He knew the time and the place. But he had always been a little more save the world from a hands-on perspective, than from some stuffy room.

If he was going to change the world, he was going to do it out in the world. He was going to be hands on, he was going to change the things that he could fix with his hands, as much as he could with his money. And he knew that it wasn’t that easy. He knew that he didn’t know enough about dragons to really help. But he knew enough to know that he could get Icarus to fund his Senior Project, and then he could focus on politics instead of his classes, and that seemed the answer for now. His step-father had already agreed to fund the research for him after he had turned in his designs.

Did Bangor need to know that he was doing it that way? No, not if he could help it. But he thought that they couldn’t really fault him for using his resources and connections. That was what the real world was. It was not like the structure that they tried to set aside in a school. Philip knew that. He had known about the real world for a long time. And he knew that they hadn’t been bad off. They were royalty. And they had pretty much been in exile, hidden away here in England, but that didn’t mean that they weren’t still well looked after.

Neutrality would earn them that over again and again. They needed to stay neutral. As many questions as he had about Josef, he knew that his strýc had done one thing right, and the Czech Republic was decidedly neutral on nearly all matters when it came to the muggles. There was no mark on his strýc’s arm. There was nothing that was going to say that they supported one thing more than another. And he knew that his matka hid her own mark. Especially in Prague.

Neutrality made them approachable. And approachable royals were not the kind that got overthrown. They had had their throne for generations now. He wasn’t going to be the one that screwed that up. And he wasn’t going to be the one that got the Mountbattens kicked out of the Wizengamot either. They were far more Wentzell than they were Mountbatten these days, but they were still English to an extent. Half English, at best.

Philip was pulled out of his thoughts by the tug on his hand. His other hand still tucked in the pocket of his jacket as he looked over at his girlfriend. “The Strike, huh?” He knew that her father owned the place, but he had yet to meet the man. Perhaps there was something to be said for meeting him, but he could admit that when it came to her personal life, she might just have him beat for crazy, and that was hard to do. “Alright then…” It was hard to deny her anything when she looked at him like that, and he knew that if he wanted to make use of their previous purchases from this trip to the Alley, going to the Strike would earn points in that favor.

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