Open Post: Hogsmeade

[courageous_wit]

[it's Saturday, so it's time to kick back and enjoy the lovely sights of Hogsmeade. Have a drink at the Three Broomsticks, grab some sweets from Honeydukes, or dare to check out the famously haunted Shrieking Shack! Just kick back and enjoy yourselves today!

This is technically only open to third years and above, but if you can sneak out without teachers noticing more power to you!]

[Three Broomsticks | Honeydukes | Zonko’s Joke Shop | Hog’s Head | Shrieking Shack | and feel free to make own sections!]

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[molotov]

[Her own breathing now calm, Molotov just makes a soft noise and turns her head towards his, gently pushing up a bit so that he'll let her stand straight.]

[samson]

[It takes him another second but, with a deep inhale and a long sigh, Brock straightens. He keeps his hands at her hips, though, wanting to keep her close to him for a little while longer.]

[molotov]

[Molotov clears her throat and smooths down her skirt, allowing him to hold her, but not really reciprocating. This is this part that will suck.]

[samson]

[It takes him a minute, but he realizes she's being a little standoffish and cranes his neck to look around at her face, frowning.]

What?

[molotov]

[She very deliberately doesn't look at him, and sets her jaw.]

I said we had to talk.

[samson]

[Brock sighs heavily, rolling his eyes up to look at the ceiling.] Right...

[molotov]

[Molotov bristles at his reaction, then crosses her arms and cocks her hip.]

I am marrying Ezio.

[samson]

[Then his eyes slowly roll back down into place, and now he's staring at her. Like maybe this is... a joke? Or he heard her wrong?]

What?

[molotov]

I am marrying Ezio.

[samson]

Auditore? Fucking why.

[molotov]

Because my papa wants me to be married, and either I choose my husband or he does. So I chose Ezio.

[samson]

And you didn't choose me because...?

[molotov]

You are not an option.

[samson]

And why the hell not?

[They are in a shed, maybe he should stop yelling or one of them should set up an Imperturbable Charm or something...]

[molotov]

Shhh, be quiet! I can't marry you, we both know that. You think my father would let me marry a muggleborn? Let alone an American one? And the whole point is to secure family bonds and make me comfortable. You have no important family for him to care about, and no money for him to be reassured by!

Ezio has all of that, plus Russian magic ties. Besides, it won't be a real marriage. Just one in name. We pretend to be married to satisfy our parents, he keeps sleeping around, I keep you, it's fine.

[samson]

No important fam -- what about me? I'm not important to you?

[He's still yelling anyway. Did she really think this would work...]

And, what, did you think fucking me would make me agree to this? This is bullshit, and it's messed up.

[molotov]

[Molotov makes a frustrated noise when he keeps yelling, and shoves him with one flat hand.]

You think I don't know that? You think I want to get married? Whether or not you are important to me is totally unrelated to this whole thing! If I am to choose who I marry, I do not get to pick anyone I want. It has to be someone that Papa will agree to, and you are not on the list! And I am sorry, but I would rather have a fake marriage to my friend than a real one to some Durmstrang cretin that I have met twice!

So either you accept it and stay with me despite this, or you leave me and I figure something else out with Ezio.

[samson]

[He throws his hands into the air!!]

So don't get married! Tell your dad no, and come with me. I already got Puddlemere and the Falcons trying to recruit me.

[Desperately, he reaches for her hands, holding them in both of his and looking down at her intently, lowering his tone to something more conversational.]

Look, I'm going to go pro. Isn't that good enough for your dad?

[molotov]

[Molotov's face falls, and she turns her head away as she tears up.]

No. It isn't. He doesn't care about Quidditch, Brock. He cares about bloodlines and family money and connections, and I cannot tell him no because he's all I have. Papa will disown me.

I love you, but please don't make me choose.

[samson]

[Closing his eyes, Brock leans down to press his forehead to hers, still holding her hands.]

You're already choosing, Molotov.