And do as adversaries do in law, strive mightily,
Characters: Alex, Claire and Tristian Delacour-Weasley
Authors: lis_lamb and leigh_lamb
Date set: 2036
Rating: Teen
Summary: Drinks with the Weasley siblings doesn't go well.
Alex ignored any looks that followed her as she made her way into Tristian’s Mockingbird. While she normally would have preferred jeans and trainers, she was dressed in heels and a dress one of her friends just insisted that she buy. She was supposed to meet a blind date here later, but first, a meeting of the minds with her siblings. Either way, it would serve to be an interesting day.
Tris stood by the bar, smirking as he watched his little sister all but scurry in. “Don’t worry, we don’t let any of those evil paparazzi photographers here. Clean up nicely, Lexi.” He made a move to ruffle her hair, though she darted out of his way.
“Considering the amount of time I took, keep those wandering hands away from me and on your little skanks.” Alex rolled her eyes as her brother gave her a wounded look. “Save the puppy eyes for Maman.”
“Though given the fact that Tris is nearly respectable, they might not work as well,” Claire said in greeting, giving her brother a smirk as she blew him a kiss.
“Still. Skanks.” Not that Alex had met many of them, but it seems that Tris had a new one every week.
“Is little Lexi jealous?” Tris directed his sisters to a table in the corner, picking up a wine and appetizer list as he went. “Cleans up nicely, doesn’t she?” he directed that question to Claire.
“Très bien,” Claire complemented, eyeing her sister as Tris led them to their table. “I told you that heels would help.”
“I’m short,” the redhead said pointedly to both of her taller siblings, “and petite. There is no reason for me to pretend otherwise.” That, and she had no flats that went with her dress. She took her seat and crossed her legs. “But at least I’m not falling over.”
“There are charms that prevent that, you know,” Claire pointed out with a raised brow, settling gracefully into her seat.
“Must have slipped my mind,” Alex said primly, glancing at the menus that Tristian had handed her.
Tristian shook his head and took a seat in between the two women, gesturing over to a by standing waiter. “An order of calamari,” he named Alex’s preferred appetizer. She could order her own drink, however.
“French Martini, please.” Alex smiled at the dark haired server. She wanted something bright and fruity without a whole lot punch. No use in getting drunk until after tonight.
“A glass of Montrachet,” Claire said, continuing to scan the menu. Calamari sounded as good as anything, so she set it down and gave the waiter a small smile, indicating she was finished.
“Pint of Stella and that’s all, Daniel.” Tristian collected the menus and passed them to his employee. “So how have you been, Claire bear?”
“Good. Working on my newest line,” she said as she smoothed down a wrinkle on her skirt. “We’re shooting the adverts for Vogue next week, so I’ve got meetings with some models tomorrow. If I like them, they’ll meet with Maman. If not, we start over again.”
The blonde man nodded. “Well, the restaurant is open for any sort of launch party if you like. Of course, that would require the models to eat.”
Alex snickered despite herself. She couldn’t understand the need for someone to starve herself for a job and the stereotype was too prevalent not to ignore.
Claire gave a Gallic shrug of her shoulder. “I never starved myself when I modeled,” she mused.
“Well aren’t you the lucky one.” Tristian picked up a piece of bread, ripping dipping it into the flavored olive oil. “Not everyone is so blessed.”
“No need to snark, Tris,” she shot back, taking her own piece of bread. “That’s not my fault.”
“And I refuse to think that you never skipped a meal or two while modeling. What do you think, Lexi?” Tristian turned his attention to their youngest sibling.
She raised a delicate eyebrow. “I’m not getting in the middle of this pissing match, thanks.” If she agreed privately with Tristian, that was her own opinion, but she was not going to intentionally piss her sister off just because her brother found sport in it.
“And I think that you can stuff it where the sun doesn’t shine. Just because the women you date have their fingers stuck down their throats, hacking up their food doesn’t mean we all do,” she snipped back at him, blue eyes flaring.
“They don’t hack up their food as you so politely put it,” Tristian smirked, liking the the fire in his elder sister’s eyes. It was so amusing to get her ruffled up. “That would go against everything I know as a restaurateur.” He paused, taking another bit of bread. “I’d rather them not eat at all.”
“You’re a pig, Tris,” Alex rolled her eyes, drumming her fingers on the table. “And at least save all your vitriol until after the drinks come.”
Claire sniffed delicately at her brother. There were times when she wasn’t sure he was related to her. He could be so crass sometimes.
“I hope you catch something that doesn’t wash off,” she informed him.
“Now look at whose being a pig?” Tristian grinned as his pint was placed in front of him. Picking it up, he took a long drink.
“Your both being insufferable,” Alex declared, holding her drink, but not taking a drink yet. “Really, would you act this way if Maman or Papa were here?”
“As if you’re so innocent,” Tristian noted with a smirk. “And probably.” If his parents weren’t used to him now, there really was no hope.
“Exactement. You’ve no room to throw stones,” Claire pointed out to the youngest member of their family. Sifting her wine in her glass, she sniffed it delicately, then took a sip.
Alex mimicked her sister’s shrug. “I never said I was perfect either. I can’t help if you read into it otherwise.”
“Least I know better than to hide evidence of my ‘catting around’ from Maman,” the eldest blonde reminded. “That was fairly easy to read into.”
Rather than respond, Alex sipped her drink. Her siblings could think what they like about her and her actions, but they were hardly the settling down types it seemed. Inherited their father’s will to wander and quite frankly she hadn’t found anything that sparked her interest.
Tristian rolled his eyes. “Oh, don’t look like that, Lexi. We all know. It’s not a secret that you're the sort to love them and leave them."
“In the span of a few hours.”
The redhead put down her cocktail and took a deep breath. “And how different am I from you, Tristian Charles? At least I do not pretend to have relationships, you effing bastard. And at least I’m not a bloody harpy, Claire Margurite, which is more than than I can say for you, you bitch.”
Tossing her folded napkin onto the table, Alex stood and turned on her heel. There was a dead weight developing in her stomach and she needed to get leave before she did something she regretted. She would have to break her blind date, but Alex could always explain the situation later.
Tristian stood as soon his his baby sister did. “Little drama queen,” he muttered to Claire before taking after Alex before she could leave.
Claire was seeing red. Tossing back the rest of her burgundy, she stood and gathered her handbag. There was no need to spend time with someone who clearly could care less about her thoughts or opinions, and if Alex got her knickers in a bunch over some teasing, then that was her problem.
Straightening her shoulders, she headed towards the exit.
“Lexi.” Even with all of his younger sister’s speed, with his longer legs, Tristian was able to make it to her before she reached the door. “Lexi,” he said again, wrapping a hand around her upper arm, pulling her out of the flow of traffic. “Come on, can’t you take a bit of teasing?”
The redhead spun around. “Teasing yes, but being called a whore no.” Her hand itched to slap him, but she kept a check on those emotions, but to her complete horror she could feel her tears begin to well in her eyes. She shouldn’t have to expect this sort of behavior from her siblings.
As she was leaving, the strains of Alex’s last words filtered through her ears. Turning, Claire fixed her sister with a pointed look. “If I was going to call you a whore, I’d call you a whore. As such, I wasn’t.”
Tristian rolled his eyes. Alex looked liked she was about to cry with the dramatic and Claire was hardly helping the situation. “Claire’s right. We weren’t calling you a whore. Now for fuck’ s sake, calm the fuck down.” This was why he didn’t get involved in relationships. There were female emotions to deal with. As they were his sisters he couldn’t really escape them.
Oh yes, worry about Lexi’s hurt feelings. She wasn’t the one who’d just been called a harpy and a bitch.
“I’m leaving. Enjoy the rest of your evening,” Claire said, pulling her wand out as she reached out and opened the front door.
Tristian stared at his elder sister for half a second before whipping out his wand and spelling the door shut. “Both of you are being pigheaded and stubborn,” like their mother could be, but he wasn’t going to voice that aloud, “and both of you need to apologize because the last thing we need is to go home and have Mum and Dad witness this.”
His bit said, the man unstuck the door and turned on his heel to go back to his point. It was out of his hands now. If they wanted to fight like two feral cats, so be it. Perhaps he’d come out looking like the good child for once.
Alex bit her lip. “Sorry,” she mumbled, feeling all of five years old again. Dammit. Why must she always feel like a child when compared to her siblings.
She gave her sister a long look. “If I thought you actually meant it, Alex, I’d be more inclined to accept your apology. I was only teasing, as was Tris, but you were voicing exactly what you’ve thought about me your entire life.”
Turning her wand on her brother, she murmured a quick spell that sent the sensation of broken glass raking over his skin. She was not going to be lectured by her little brother, especially when he-- more often than not-- was the one acting moronic.
“When, or if, you ever actually mean it, you know where to find me.”
Sheathing her wand, she turned and left the little restaurant, her heels clicking on the floor as she did.
Alex opened her mouth to respond, to let her sister know that wasn’t correct, but Claire was already gone. Sparing a glance back at Tristian, Alex sighed and left the restaurant. She would have to owl her blind date and then crawl into bed with a bottle of wine. Perhaps owl her friends to commiserate. It wasn’t fun to drink alone.
He was just lifting his half full pint to his lips when he felt Claire’s spell, for it tasted only of his elder sister, raked across his skin. The glass in his hand slammed down on the table as Tristian gritted his teeth. It could be postulated that she had had a psychotic break, but he wasn’t going to follow up.
Authors: lis_lamb and leigh_lamb
Date set: 2036
Rating: Teen
Summary: Drinks with the Weasley siblings doesn't go well.
Alex ignored any looks that followed her as she made her way into Tristian’s Mockingbird. While she normally would have preferred jeans and trainers, she was dressed in heels and a dress one of her friends just insisted that she buy. She was supposed to meet a blind date here later, but first, a meeting of the minds with her siblings. Either way, it would serve to be an interesting day.
Tris stood by the bar, smirking as he watched his little sister all but scurry in. “Don’t worry, we don’t let any of those evil paparazzi photographers here. Clean up nicely, Lexi.” He made a move to ruffle her hair, though she darted out of his way.
“Considering the amount of time I took, keep those wandering hands away from me and on your little skanks.” Alex rolled her eyes as her brother gave her a wounded look. “Save the puppy eyes for Maman.”
“Though given the fact that Tris is nearly respectable, they might not work as well,” Claire said in greeting, giving her brother a smirk as she blew him a kiss.
“Still. Skanks.” Not that Alex had met many of them, but it seems that Tris had a new one every week.
“Is little Lexi jealous?” Tris directed his sisters to a table in the corner, picking up a wine and appetizer list as he went. “Cleans up nicely, doesn’t she?” he directed that question to Claire.
“Très bien,” Claire complemented, eyeing her sister as Tris led them to their table. “I told you that heels would help.”
“I’m short,” the redhead said pointedly to both of her taller siblings, “and petite. There is no reason for me to pretend otherwise.” That, and she had no flats that went with her dress. She took her seat and crossed her legs. “But at least I’m not falling over.”
“There are charms that prevent that, you know,” Claire pointed out with a raised brow, settling gracefully into her seat.
“Must have slipped my mind,” Alex said primly, glancing at the menus that Tristian had handed her.
Tristian shook his head and took a seat in between the two women, gesturing over to a by standing waiter. “An order of calamari,” he named Alex’s preferred appetizer. She could order her own drink, however.
“French Martini, please.” Alex smiled at the dark haired server. She wanted something bright and fruity without a whole lot punch. No use in getting drunk until after tonight.
“A glass of Montrachet,” Claire said, continuing to scan the menu. Calamari sounded as good as anything, so she set it down and gave the waiter a small smile, indicating she was finished.
“Pint of Stella and that’s all, Daniel.” Tristian collected the menus and passed them to his employee. “So how have you been, Claire bear?”
“Good. Working on my newest line,” she said as she smoothed down a wrinkle on her skirt. “We’re shooting the adverts for Vogue next week, so I’ve got meetings with some models tomorrow. If I like them, they’ll meet with Maman. If not, we start over again.”
The blonde man nodded. “Well, the restaurant is open for any sort of launch party if you like. Of course, that would require the models to eat.”
Alex snickered despite herself. She couldn’t understand the need for someone to starve herself for a job and the stereotype was too prevalent not to ignore.
Claire gave a Gallic shrug of her shoulder. “I never starved myself when I modeled,” she mused.
“Well aren’t you the lucky one.” Tristian picked up a piece of bread, ripping dipping it into the flavored olive oil. “Not everyone is so blessed.”
“No need to snark, Tris,” she shot back, taking her own piece of bread. “That’s not my fault.”
“And I refuse to think that you never skipped a meal or two while modeling. What do you think, Lexi?” Tristian turned his attention to their youngest sibling.
She raised a delicate eyebrow. “I’m not getting in the middle of this pissing match, thanks.” If she agreed privately with Tristian, that was her own opinion, but she was not going to intentionally piss her sister off just because her brother found sport in it.
“And I think that you can stuff it where the sun doesn’t shine. Just because the women you date have their fingers stuck down their throats, hacking up their food doesn’t mean we all do,” she snipped back at him, blue eyes flaring.
“They don’t hack up their food as you so politely put it,” Tristian smirked, liking the the fire in his elder sister’s eyes. It was so amusing to get her ruffled up. “That would go against everything I know as a restaurateur.” He paused, taking another bit of bread. “I’d rather them not eat at all.”
“You’re a pig, Tris,” Alex rolled her eyes, drumming her fingers on the table. “And at least save all your vitriol until after the drinks come.”
Claire sniffed delicately at her brother. There were times when she wasn’t sure he was related to her. He could be so crass sometimes.
“I hope you catch something that doesn’t wash off,” she informed him.
“Now look at whose being a pig?” Tristian grinned as his pint was placed in front of him. Picking it up, he took a long drink.
“Your both being insufferable,” Alex declared, holding her drink, but not taking a drink yet. “Really, would you act this way if Maman or Papa were here?”
“As if you’re so innocent,” Tristian noted with a smirk. “And probably.” If his parents weren’t used to him now, there really was no hope.
“Exactement. You’ve no room to throw stones,” Claire pointed out to the youngest member of their family. Sifting her wine in her glass, she sniffed it delicately, then took a sip.
Alex mimicked her sister’s shrug. “I never said I was perfect either. I can’t help if you read into it otherwise.”
“Least I know better than to hide evidence of my ‘catting around’ from Maman,” the eldest blonde reminded. “That was fairly easy to read into.”
Rather than respond, Alex sipped her drink. Her siblings could think what they like about her and her actions, but they were hardly the settling down types it seemed. Inherited their father’s will to wander and quite frankly she hadn’t found anything that sparked her interest.
Tristian rolled his eyes. “Oh, don’t look like that, Lexi. We all know. It’s not a secret that you're the sort to love them and leave them."
“In the span of a few hours.”
The redhead put down her cocktail and took a deep breath. “And how different am I from you, Tristian Charles? At least I do not pretend to have relationships, you effing bastard. And at least I’m not a bloody harpy, Claire Margurite, which is more than than I can say for you, you bitch.”
Tossing her folded napkin onto the table, Alex stood and turned on her heel. There was a dead weight developing in her stomach and she needed to get leave before she did something she regretted. She would have to break her blind date, but Alex could always explain the situation later.
Tristian stood as soon his his baby sister did. “Little drama queen,” he muttered to Claire before taking after Alex before she could leave.
Claire was seeing red. Tossing back the rest of her burgundy, she stood and gathered her handbag. There was no need to spend time with someone who clearly could care less about her thoughts or opinions, and if Alex got her knickers in a bunch over some teasing, then that was her problem.
Straightening her shoulders, she headed towards the exit.
“Lexi.” Even with all of his younger sister’s speed, with his longer legs, Tristian was able to make it to her before she reached the door. “Lexi,” he said again, wrapping a hand around her upper arm, pulling her out of the flow of traffic. “Come on, can’t you take a bit of teasing?”
The redhead spun around. “Teasing yes, but being called a whore no.” Her hand itched to slap him, but she kept a check on those emotions, but to her complete horror she could feel her tears begin to well in her eyes. She shouldn’t have to expect this sort of behavior from her siblings.
As she was leaving, the strains of Alex’s last words filtered through her ears. Turning, Claire fixed her sister with a pointed look. “If I was going to call you a whore, I’d call you a whore. As such, I wasn’t.”
Tristian rolled his eyes. Alex looked liked she was about to cry with the dramatic and Claire was hardly helping the situation. “Claire’s right. We weren’t calling you a whore. Now for fuck’ s sake, calm the fuck down.” This was why he didn’t get involved in relationships. There were female emotions to deal with. As they were his sisters he couldn’t really escape them.
Oh yes, worry about Lexi’s hurt feelings. She wasn’t the one who’d just been called a harpy and a bitch.
“I’m leaving. Enjoy the rest of your evening,” Claire said, pulling her wand out as she reached out and opened the front door.
Tristian stared at his elder sister for half a second before whipping out his wand and spelling the door shut. “Both of you are being pigheaded and stubborn,” like their mother could be, but he wasn’t going to voice that aloud, “and both of you need to apologize because the last thing we need is to go home and have Mum and Dad witness this.”
His bit said, the man unstuck the door and turned on his heel to go back to his point. It was out of his hands now. If they wanted to fight like two feral cats, so be it. Perhaps he’d come out looking like the good child for once.
Alex bit her lip. “Sorry,” she mumbled, feeling all of five years old again. Dammit. Why must she always feel like a child when compared to her siblings.
She gave her sister a long look. “If I thought you actually meant it, Alex, I’d be more inclined to accept your apology. I was only teasing, as was Tris, but you were voicing exactly what you’ve thought about me your entire life.”
Turning her wand on her brother, she murmured a quick spell that sent the sensation of broken glass raking over his skin. She was not going to be lectured by her little brother, especially when he-- more often than not-- was the one acting moronic.
“When, or if, you ever actually mean it, you know where to find me.”
Sheathing her wand, she turned and left the little restaurant, her heels clicking on the floor as she did.
Alex opened her mouth to respond, to let her sister know that wasn’t correct, but Claire was already gone. Sparing a glance back at Tristian, Alex sighed and left the restaurant. She would have to owl her blind date and then crawl into bed with a bottle of wine. Perhaps owl her friends to commiserate. It wasn’t fun to drink alone.
He was just lifting his half full pint to his lips when he felt Claire’s spell, for it tasted only of his elder sister, raked across his skin. The glass in his hand slammed down on the table as Tristian gritted his teeth. It could be postulated that she had had a psychotic break, but he wasn’t going to follow up.