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Ophelia`s flat
Topic Started: Feb 17 2010, 04:59 PM (400 Views)
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A very elegant and big flat in the middle of the wizard`s district in Edinburgh

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”But at times it`s just plain too pathetic, you know?” Ophelia answered as she stood up from the couch and moved to the kitchen. Two black coffee`s. And some Firewhisky. That should do. Taking out two cups she poured water into them and then tapped her wand at one then another. Slowly the water inside started heating up, finally reaching the boiling point. Her gaze drifted away from the cups and ran around the apartment. She still found herself missing her old room at the Death Eater HQ, but was slowly getting used to the new place.

There were few reasons why she moved out – first, her son asked her to. According to him, living in London was way too dangerous, with Aurors lurking around all the time. Second, Balthazar was around the HQ and he was the one man neither she nor Faustus wanted to see. Actually moving out worked out pretty well – the Dark Lord asked her to look around, get close with the wizards living there. England had become way too corrupted.

When the coffee was done she took the two cups and walked back to the living room, where Patricia was sitting on the couch. ”So, then he asks me if I enjoyed it. He bought me a glass of butterbeer and obviously thought that I was going to jump straight on his broom.” With a sigh she placed the cups down on the table and grinned. ”So I left him to go back to his wife.” Not for a week Ophelia had change her ways.


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Jonathan figured that the whole 'interaction', for lack of a better word, that had occurred several nights ago with Faustus Severio wasn't a complete waste of time. Alright, granted, he did have to spend a couple of more minutes cleaning up after the kid had made such a mess of the street. But apart from making him clean up blood and guts from the muggle street, and making him late to an appointment thereby cutting his time to ask questions short, one good thing had stemmed from it. He was reminded of Ophelia, and was now on her way over to see her.

Scotland, of all places. Who in the bloody hell moves to Scotland? No matter, whatever the reasons he was sure they would be fairly adequate. It did take him a while to figure out exactly where she was staying but once he did, he wasted no second merely sitting by and doing nothing. Besides, her company was always enjoyable, very enjoyable.

He was wearing a hood for precaution, an over-precaution really because who would know him or Ophelia in Scotland? Still, it was a habit he couldn't drop. If he ruined his cover, he ruined his service to the Dark Lord and that was something that wasn't tolerated.

So, upon standing right outside the door he knocked on it twice.
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Patricia was currently seated on the couch of Ophelia's new flat, that was honestly just a bit too white for her personal taste but it was elegant and pretty nonetheless. After a hard day's work, it was very pleasing to just sit back and listen to Ophelia's avid conquests. They were always amusing, and Patricia chuckled and nodded in agreement as Ophelia brought up the point that some instances were just downright pathetic. "Don't have to tell me twice," she commented while she moved a pillow away so she could be seated more comfortable.

As Ophelia left to get drinks, Patricia looked around the apartment with more freedom but her initial thought about it was still there. Too white. Then again, after being used to her usual dark red and violet rooms, complete and total white was bound to cause her just a bit of small discomfort. Entirely small, however, she was over it almost instantly, as was to be expected.

When Ophelia walked back in, Patricia continued listening, an amused expression on her face as she took the coffee cup off the table, laughing in disbelief at the idiocy of men at times. "I can't believe he actually asked you that," Patricia rolled her eyes and took a sip of the coffee before putting the cup down on the table again. "So hard to find a good broom nowadays," she commented pensively and continued, "Too many Cleansweeps, not enough Firebolts." She grinned, and turned her head towards the door when she heard a knock on it.

"Company already?" she mused, turning to face Ophelia again, "Exactly how long have you been living here?" She winked and sat back more comfortably on the couch. Not that it wouldn't have taken Ophelia only mere hours in the country to have a line of men at her very command.
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Never before Ophelia liked spending time with women. She actually preferred men company, where she didn`t have to talk but just basically show as most as possible of her body. But when she met Patricia most of that changed. She wasn`t a mindless and annoying whore like most of the Death Eater women. And because of that she actually enjoyed having conversations with her because as it turned out – even simple talking could be fun. Which she would have never believed when she was younger. ”Well, you know, men are usually completely headless.” she smirked at the memory of a pretty obscene conversation they had a while ago.

After placing the cups down she didn`t sit down as well, but instead went to a cabinet nearby – what good was any drink if it didn`t have alcohol in? ”Yeah well I don`t know a thing about brooms. If it looks good, I’m in, but all in all I prefer apparition. At least you don`t have to hold anything between your legs.” She smirked to herself as she pulled out a bottle of Firewhisky. One obsession she never got over.

She was about to move back to the table, when a knock stopped her. Not expecting anyone, she raised her eyebrow and shrugged at Patricia`s question. ”Few months. But I usually keep my privacy.” and don`t bring men over. Actually if a guy didn`t have a place to go, he was definitely not good enough. ”Maybe it`s my son. He hadn`t visited me in ages. It`s about time, actually. And…” she glanced at Patricia over her shoulder, smirking. ”You`d get a chance to finally meet him.”

Reaching the door, the Firewhisky bottle still in her hands she opened it. And while she found herself disappointed with the fact that it wasn`t her son she couldn`t say that it was too bad. ”Jonathan! Long time no see.” After saying that she leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. Just… friendly.

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Jonathan couldn't help the small smirk that appeared on his face immediately when Ophelia opened the door. Maybe it was the sight of the gorgeous woman, or maybe it was just his expression to basically almost everyone so far. He could compare it to a habit really, but it wasn't as if it was detrimental to his health. On the contrary, it seemed to be beneficial to him. A smirk was so much more telling than a simple grin or frown, and a lot more confusing and complex to boot, so he preferred it.

"Ophelia," he greeted before she closed the space between them momentarily to kiss him on the cheek, an action he returned. "Always a pleasure," he allowed himself a brief grin before he noticed the bottle of firewhiskey in her hand. He raised an eyebrow and commentd, "You're either completely psychic and were expecting me, or I'm interrupting." He went back to his smirk at the end of the sentence, couldn't be too different after all.
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Gossiping was inherent to all female members of the human species and Patricia was no exception. Granted, she wasn't exactly as young as she once was but her looks didn't show it, and with the way she talked and acted most of the time, no one really knew. Well, Ophelia was one of the few exceptions. She got along quite well with her, and it wasn't something that Patricia was terribly embarrassed about because she was rarely embarrassed about anything. If someone asked, she would share but if they didn't, why should she let them know?

Patricia laughed and shook her head, "With how often you ride them? I doubt you don't know anything about them." she smirked, obviously the brooms she had been referring to were definitely not the ones you flew on. Well. . .it depended on the situation really. "Now riding a broom while on a broom, that takes some skill." She laughed again, mostly at the memory of it. Of course they had already shared their most interesting places of where they had engaged in marvelous and sometimes not so fantastic, carnal activities but it was always amusing to remember.

Patricia shrugged as Ophelia went to open the door, she wasn't being completely serious about the company part. She herself was the same when it came to random hook-ups, don't bring them home. Because then they have the nasty habit of following you or stalking you if they turn out to be complete psychos. "Not my fault he has completely horrible timing," she mused with a grin on her face, taking another sip of the coffee, mostly to have something to do. It was true, however. She and Ophelia's son, Faustus, always seemed to miss each other by hours, minutes sometimes.

At the exclamation of a familiar name, Patricia snapped her head up, leaning a ways away from the couch to see if it indeed was her son. His voice let her know, it was and she merely leaned back down on the couch. She would greet him as soon as he was inside.
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Ophelia laughed at Patricia`s comment. ”Now, you see, people would think that I’m the nastier one, but in fact? It`s you.” she exclaimed. Not that she really believed it. Not that she even thought about it. It wasn`t a competition and definitely not between the two. Even if Ophelia didn`t care much about their age or social status (as long as they were… well, not poor) or views on the Dark Lord (as long as it was one night stand and there was no chance of having to talk with the guy) she was alright with almost every guy. On the other hand… only if she liked the guy.

Turning to look back and Jonathan she smirked. ”Well, to be honest you caught me in the middle of getting my daily spiked coffee with an old friend.” She stood there for a couple more minutes, before taking a step back. ”But I`m sure she won`t mind. Why don`t you come in?” crooking her head to one side she kept smirking, in a very similar way that her son would.

Not when it came to Jonathan, he applied to all of her demands. Social status – good, age – good, opinion on the Dark Lord – pretty marvelous. And, she liked him. So there could be no question if they were only ‘friends’. That status had been lost long ago. But of course, sex now and then didn`t mean much as well. It was… well, sex. And that was one of the things that Ophelia didn`t tell to Patricia. After all, there were certain rules and not sleeping with your friend`s son was one of them.

Still waiting for Jonathan to come in her smirk was changed with a playful smile.

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"You only have one a day?" he asked teasingly with a raised eyebrow while folding his arms across his chest with a smirk. That question too could be taken entirely out of context if one was to simply jump in to the conversation and have no single clue what they were talking about. Then again, he could just have easily said the question also pertained to the subject of having an 'old friend', but he left it to her to decide, of course. After all, he was simply joking; all in good fun. He didn't usually mean an ounce of anything he said, unless, of course, it was a matter of dire importance.

When Ophelia moved back, he stepped forward, entering the flat. He looked around briefly and commented with a smirk, "You know, it doesn't fit your usual taste of di- mom." He blinked repeatedly in confusion and surprise as he finally noticed who the 'friend' actually was. Huh, small world.

After shaking off the initial surprise he went over and gave her a small hug and a kiss on the cheek, before taking off his cloak and sitting down on a near-by couch. "Gossiping?" he asked simply with a small grin, trying to get used to the idea of having his mother and a woman he was very...'familiar' with, in the same room. Not that he would let it show, of course. Wasn't his style, or usual demeanor.
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Patricia merely grinned at Ophelia's comment and awaited patiently while her son and Ophelia exchanged greetings. To be quite honest, she didn't want to know exactly how they knew each other given Ophelia's disposition to be...well a whore. But she also knew her son was no saint, he was after all her son. Nevertheless, the less she knew about it, the better. Which is why she amused herself with her fingernails and trying to avoid overhearing the conversation for fear of anything that might be said, right up until he entered and looked around.

With an amused grin on her face, she waited until he took notice of her, wiggling her fingers in a 'hello' when he did. Now, she only really got to know him about ten years ago or so, but she knew well enough to look for little hints for whenever he was embarrassed and she wasn't entirely surprised to find out he was. No doubt she had probably ruined his plans of well she didn't even want to think about her son that way, much less with her friend. Just. . .no. She was a pretty wild woman, that was for sure but there was just some lines one didn't cross.

At Jonathan's question, Patricia mused and grinned, "You could say that, yes." she laughed and turned to look at Ophelia with a knowing smirk.
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Ophelia moved away from the door, letting Jonathan in. She then closed the door and walked after him, slightly amused by the whole situation. Neither of them probably expected to run into each other under such circumstances and she was interested to see their reaction. And the reaction was indeed fun to see. Jonathan seemed very confused – what she had never seen on his face before – and Patricia looked rather amused. ”Doesn`t fit my style of… sorry, didn`t catch that?” she teased him lightly as she went to put the bottle on the table, next to her coffee which was slowly getting cold.

Seeing Jonathan greet his mother like that she sighed heavily. Faustus wasn`t the same lately. On the other hand, he used to visit her at least twice a week. It had been two months now. Not a single word from him and she was growing impatient and rather nervous. She had no idea what could cause such sudden change in his behavior. Shaking her head to get rid of those thoughts she moved towards the kitchen again.

”So, Jonathan, were you sent here by the Dark Lord or…” She fell silent as she got into the kitchen. Opening a cupboard she pulled out a whiskey glass. Something told her he`d prefer that to coffee. Even spiked coffee. ”…is this a social visit?” Ophelia grinned as she walked back into the living room, carrying the glass. Setting it on the table she looked down at him, smiling lightly. ”Because if it`s the first let me get at least a bit tipsy before.”

Eventually she stopped walking around and sat down on the soft armchair, crossing her legs. Of course she was wearing her usual clothing – tiny little black dress. ”And if it`s the second? All three of us should get simply drunk.” she laughed, waving her wand at the bottle. It rose up in the air, pouring almost a full glass to Jonathan and pouring some in both of the coffee cups. Ophelia smile innocently while taking her cup and taking a sip.

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Jonathan laughed, another method to getting his awkwardness out, as Ophelia teased him, merely replying with "That was the point." He shook his head, only. After all, if he had said what he had intended to say, he was sure he really couldn't look at his mother the same way again. Not without being embarrassed, and that was something he tended to avoid. Not even avoid, he simply wasn't. Leave it Ophelia to put him in the one situation that would obviously make him the slightest bit uncomfortable. Surely, she would have to make it up to him later...

"Social, actually" he responded naturally as Ophelia stepped back into the room carrying out a whiskey glass. Ah, good. That was almost always a certainty with Ophelia, the availability of alcohol. Also a certainty with Ophelia? Lack of clothing, which Jonathan had to say, he didn't mind at all. He would have been a lot more open with his visual appreciation of her wardrobe if his mother weren't sitting only a few feet away.

"I have no problem with the latter," he mentioned with a quick grin before taking the glass and taking a hearty sip of the whiskey, sighing as it went down his throat. "Actually, I ran into your son, Ophelia." He paused before taking another sip and chuckled, "Well, more like he threatened me with death, but I think I'm not wrong when I say he does that often." He smirked slightly and took another sip of the whiskey. Damn, did she have good taste.
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Hearing that it was a social visit surely changed things. Ophelia instantly felt more relaxed. If the dark Lord ever needs your for anything it`s usually bad news. Either you did something wrong or there is something more you need to do. Not having said anything to you is almost equal to a compliment and she preferred it that way. Not that she didn`t enjoy her duties, but sometimes she simply liked to sit back and relax, without having to think about any of that stuff. However, usually she sat back and relaxed now in her own apartment…

Pleased, Ophelia noticed that Jonathan wasn`t looking at her as she was a total nothing. And she always appreciated those quick little glances up her legs and so on. Especially if those came in front of his mother. It only proved that it definitely was an appreciative glance. Grinning at him she kept her eyes on his for a second, before turning back to her coffee.

She probably would have taken a sip if not the words that followed. He ran into Faustus? Wait, Faustus ran into him? Her gaze was stuck on one spot, before she moved at last. Placing the cup down she frown and looked back up at Jonathan. If he glance had been playful and flirtatious now it was the complete opposite of it. ”To be honest with you, he despises people who do that for no reason.” she answered, her tone completely serious. If few moments ago she was a loose, fun girl, she had magically transformed into a concerned mother, even with the tiny black dress.

”What did he want from you? Because I`m sure he did.” she looked at Patricia for a second. If it had been the other way around she`d be probably pretty pissed at Jonathan.

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Jonathan sighed in slight defeat as he acknowledged that he probably shouldn't have brought up the issue right at that moment. Then again, if he hadn't and she had found out somehow that he had seen Faustus, she wouldn't have been too happy with him as well. Either way, fun time was over apparently. He took another sip of the whiskey and cocked his head to the side momentarily, briefly surprised that it was actually quite the opposite. Which meant he was being irrational or the pendant had more interesting side-effects that they were aware of. Now he was intrigued.

"He wanted information on a rare piece of magic, rumored to give eternal youth." He left it at that as he shrugged his shoulders, giving his mother a dismissive wave when she asked if he had been hurt. "I'm fine, as you can clearly see, don't worry." He absolutely hated being fussed about, but his tone was more calming as he addressed his mother. Although he really couldn't say the same thing for the random muggle man on the street who just chose the wrong place, time, and people to ask for help.
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Patricia merely sat by and listened as Jonathan and Ophelia engaged in a quick little chat, catch up and what not. She wasn't bothered by it, she was a patient woman, and she wasn't entirely clingy either so it worked out. She did, however, took a better, longer sip of her coffee once it was spiked with the whiskey. Yum. She laughed at the suggestion of all of them getting drunk and merely shook her head before responding, "I don't think anyone would argue with that," she raised her cup a couple of inches in front of her with a grin before taking another sip of her spiked coffee.

When Jonathan revealed that he had a run-in with Ophelia's son, Patricia stopped mid-sip, taking the cup away from her lips as she looked at Jonathan curiously. Threatened with death? Well, Patricia in the beginning wasn't so keen on having her son be a Death Eater, but that problem had been resolved ages ago. And she really would have to be a hypocrite if she argued against given her current profession but it wasn't something she could help. She tended to be the slightest bit hypocritical when it came to her children.

She and Ophelia both looked at each other at the same time, exchanging brief glances, before she went back to look at her son. She frowned a bit and then leaned forward on the couch and asked, "Did he hurt you?"' She breathed in partial relief when she was assured he wasn't, but she was still concerned. Yes, she knew he was in constantly dangerous situations; didn't mean she could easily just turn off her worry.

Turning back to Ophelia, she said, "I think that's your reason for his lack of visits lately." Seemed likely, some sort of project of the sort, catching his attention. Eternal youth? Well, Patricia found her way to do just that, minus the eternal part. After a while, they all had to die. Though it seemed Faustus Severio was trying to prevent just that.
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”Eternal youth?” Ophelia repeated, raising her eyebrows. If Faustus had visited her not so long ago, she knew she would have dismissed the whole conversation. As long as he didn`t do anything stupid and wasn`t hurt, she`d be okay with it. But he had been gone for almost two months, ignoring her requests for him to come see her or for him to allow her to get into that manor of his. Both of those requests were completely ignored and she was growing impatient and worried.

Slowly she shook her head. ”He had been all about that ever since… I can remember.” she frown and sighed. ”But he failed. There was some potion or something, and he failed. I thought he dropped the idea altogether.” With the same frown on her face she picked up the bottle, this time without the help of magic, and poured even more of it into her coffee. No one would enjoy being ignored by your son and then hearing about him from a guy you sleep with now and then.

”However a ‘project’ have never kept him away from seeing me. He knows I can help him. I have did exactly that, tons of times. That… can`t be it.” Her eyes went back to Patricia. What could possibly make a young man drift apart from your mother when usual he tends to rely on her all the time? Even if Ophelia wanted to hear the answer to the question, she was somehow afraid of it.

Taking a huge gulp of the drink (it could hardly be called ‘coffee’ anymore) she sighed. ”I just hope he`s not involved into some ridiculously dangerous and absurd thing. Although I trust him that he`s smart enough not to. It`s just… unusual of him.” she shrugged and downed the drink. Ah, screw that. If they weren`t going to get drunk, she will.

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So the immortality quest wasn't just a spur of the moment idea? Ophelia mentioned some sort of failed potion...a potion might have worked. Figure out a way to keep the collagen production in the skin going at a normal level, make sure dead skin cells shed quickly and are replaced just a quickly by the new incoming skin cells...but that would only keep your appearance young. The muscles inside still aged and...well, it really is no wonder any kind of potion didn't work. It would take too much preparation, too much research, something that could very easily take decades which would then back the production of a 'fountain of youth' quite moot.

"There's other forms of distractions," Jonathan noted simply as he sat back to take a swig of his drink again. He really didn't know how to compare situations though, because Jonathan didn't visit his mother on a regular basis. Yes, he kept in touch with her with letters, with floo and what not but he didn't visit her in a face-to-face meeting much at all. He had a busy schedule and he knew that so did she, and they understood that. He, however, knew things between Ophelia and her son to be quite different.

Jonathan could have commented on what his feelings were on whether or not Faustus was indeed getting involved in a 'dangerous and absurd thing' but he figured Ophelia was already worried enough. "I'm sure he knows what he's doing," or well...enough to know exactly who to ask about the pendant, at least, "Besides, believe it or not, my purpose for being here wasn't to get you worried." He smirked and lifted his glass up to her slightly before throwing it back and downing the whole thing right after her.
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Patricia could tell that Ophelia was worried and concerned for her son. As a fellow mother to a man that always found himself to be in some type of trouble, Patricia could empathize with her situation. She knew that if she herself were in Ophelia's position, she would be agitated to know what had happened as well. It's one thing to be used to not having frequent communication with your child, it was another thing entirely for that strong communication and companionship to simply vanish; and she guessed that's what was happening with Ophelia and her son right at that moment.

As Jonathan brought up the point of there being 'other distractions', Patricia nodded and turned to look at Ophelia as she was looking at her as well, "If I didn't know that he is his mother's son, I would guess something romantic." Which was, of course, what was typical in normal people. But certainly, none of the people currently inhabiting that room. After all, it was Ophelia's son, for Merlin's sake. Not a lot of romance in the genes, after all. "Whatever it is, I'm sure he has a valid reason." She assured, trying to calm Ophelia down, soothe her worries and what not.

Patricia blinked in mild surprise as Jonathan briefly touched upon the subject of why he was really here, and then shook her head before she too added a bit more whiskey to her coffee, taking a grand sip of it. Like she had said, she didn't want to know. They were adults there, sure, so she wasn't planning on restricting the conversation or anything of the sort, yet it was still rather awkward.

"And I'm not here to let you wallow in concern, so come on, let's move on."
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Curiosity killed the cat, right? Well, exactly curiosity was what made Faustus eventually go to see his mother. After the event he waited a day, wondering that maybe something would change – but it didn`t. The pendant stopped being so important, but the man he met was still very… interesting. And he was sure that if that man was involved in anything, Ophelia would know. She knew a lot of men, and most of them weren`t really good.

Gabriel was with Alessa, Emily was in the library and Tina… well, he didn`t really know where she was. But it somehow was okay. There weren`t many things that interested him.

Standing by the door of the flat he knocked – even if he had the key to the apartment, or more like, knew the spell to the apartment, he really didn`t want to walk onto something disturbing. And you can never know with a mother like Ophelia.

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Ophelia raised her eyebrow at Jonathan. Something else? It was obvious that he didn`t know squat about Faustus. When it came to him there was nothing ‘else’ except for power and things like that. Therefore that was why she laughed at Patricia`s comment. Very accurate. Her son was a lot like her and she enjoyed the fact. Well, and thank Merlin he was nothing like his father. That would have made both of them pretty unhappy. ”I`m pretty sure he`s my son. And… I know him. There never anything else.” she explained, looking at Jonathan pointedly.

What he said then made her grin. ”May I ask then, what was the reason for your visit?” Okay, she was teasing him in front of his mother. But was that really bad? They all most likely understood perfectly well how such things went and she would never complain. Although she did laugh silently at Patricia`s awkward reach for more alcohol. If it had been the other way around she`d be doing the exact same thing. So, she winked at Patricia jokingly.

”Yes! Let`s move on and get drunk!” Ophelia exclaimed, still laughing a bit. ”Besides, this is not the only bottle I-“ but her sentence was cut short by yet another knock. Looking at the direction of the door, she frown slightly in concern. What was it with people that day?

”You will have to excuse me. Obviously my place became the main attraction today.” she joked as she stood up from the couch and went to open the door. But when she did? At first she wasn`t even sure how to react. Then she smiled widely and threw her arms around her son. ”People have just the best timing today!” she said happily.

But then she pulled away and narrowed her eyes. It wasn`t real, but more of an act. ”Besides, it`s about time you visit your mother! I`ve been dying with worry!” with that she hit him on his arm lightly. Moving away she let him enter and then leaned to his ear. ”And you won`t believe who is already over…” she said silently, before pulling away and grinning.

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Jonathan merely shrugged and took another sip of the drink when he was corrected by Ophelia. He wasn't anyone to tell a mother about her own son, especially when the only interaction he had with said son had been with him standing in front of a wand pointed at him while he was threatened with death if he didn't provide him with the necessary information. Right, not exactly enough time to formulate an accurate image of the guy. Besides, he didn't want to spend too much time worrying about that. He was sure that if he spent too much time thinking of Ophelia as a mother, things would get a bit awkward. Not that they weren't already, what with his own mother being there, and them turning out to be the best friends.

Small world.

"Yes, you may ask. And I will answer...at a later time," he chuckled after looking sideways as his mother and seeing her add more alcohol to her coffee. Jonathan scoffed lightly, shaking his head. Why not just drink straight from the bottle and just cut the crap of diluting it with caffeine? It made no sense to him. Besides, pure whiskey, for him, was definitely the only way to go.

He looked on amused as there came another knock on the door, while he heard his mother laugh lightly beside him. "Quite the popular one today," he commented with a small smirk as he downed what was left in his glass and shaking his head abruptly to clear his head before pouring himself another drink. Lifting his head up when he had a good idea of exactly who was guest number three, he laughed at the coincidences.

As Faustus walked in, Jonathan, now having no reason to hide his amusement, simply waved. Well, this was surely interesting.
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