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Tiny Brooms
Author: Kissy Isuki
Date: 08-31-16 15:23
Cameron runs his hand over the tiny broom handle then moves on to study the small padded seat. Next he bends to better take in the equally small foot rests. After stepping back to better admire the broom as a whole he looks to the toddler standing next to Kissy while eating an apple slice.
"What do you think, Everett. You like this one or do you like that one better?"
Kissy, a hint of a smile playing on her lips, says with a shake of her head, "Everett already has a broom, Cam, and he's only just started letting you put him on it for more than a few seconds at a time."
"Yeah, but that's a starter broom. He'll be a whiz on it in no time and need something better. You know, for little league now that there is such a thing."
"He's not even three."
"But if he's going to play he should be prepared."
"Doesn't he have to be something like five or six before he's eligible?" Kissy reaches down at Everett's insistent tug on her shirt, handing him another piece of fruit, this one a strawberry. In her arms Callista struggles to be put down. Kissy obliges but reminds, "Stay close to Mummy and Daddy."
The even younger toddler leans forward in the way some children her age do when trying to run. She goes straight to the broom Cam has been inspecting and reaches for it. Cam picks her up and settles her on the seat, Callista giggle and squealing with delight, rocking her rear back and forth on the seat trying to get the broom to move.
One of the sales reps working the booth comes over. "Want to make it go?" he asks Callista who gives him a drooly grin in return. "Go," she parrots.
The sales rep unlocks the stationary charm on it while telling Cam, "You can see the flying route we've around the booth. Just walk along with her." He enables a safety charm that has a seat belt/harness type affect to help ensure someone Callista's age doesn't go falling off. The broom is only two feet off the ground but a fall even such a short distance while in forward motion on a broom could be scary and still has the potential to cause an injury; plus, sitting two feet off the floor is a long way from the perspective of someone Callista's age, who is 1 1/2.
When Cam, Kissy, and the children leave the booth a short time later, Cam is carrying a broom of the same make and model that he so admired and that Everett took a turn on after Callista's flight was over. Everett begs for another piece of fruit prompting Kissy to say, "I think our boy's starting a growth spurt. He's a bottomless pit today." As she's nearly out of the fruit she'd brought with them, they stop at one of the food booth areas to sit down with snacks and drinks, Cam and Kissy looking over the Quidditch Con program to see what other vendors they want to be sure to check out before the kids start tiring out and need naps.
Quidditch Con
Author: Gerry
Date: 09-01-16 19:20
"I really want a Silver Arrow 2010," Gerry said, for about the millionth time since watching the new broomstick presentation just a short while ago.
"There's no Quidditch at Hogwarts next year," his father remarked, "so I don't think you need a new broom. Not to mention, the one you have isn't very old."
"I've had that broom for nearly two years," Gerry protested. "It's positively ancient!"
Geoffrey chuckled. Gigi, who was standing nearby and watching her other children debate which one Quidditch jersey they each wanted to get, smiled and said, "I don't think two years qualifies as ancient."
"Newer brooms are so much better than older ones," Gerry insisted, "and besides, there may not be Quidditch next year, but there is that SAT thing with a broom racing event. I can't very well win any race if I'm on an old broom."
"I wish I could be at Hogwarts next year and race brooms with other schools," Gareth lamented. He was holding a Hogsmeade Humbatas jersey, which he then told his mother he wanted to have.
"You know there's another broomstick presentation later this afternoon," Geoffrey said. "What if the…" He paused to look at the program for the convention. "…Nimbus 2010 looks better than the Silver Arrow?"
Gerry shrugged. "Maybe it does, or maybe it doesn't. The point is I need a new broomstick."
"I think need is an overstatement," his father replied with a laugh.
Gerry sulked. "But Daaaaaaaaaaad."
"Gerry, do you want a jersey?" his mother asked.
Graham had a Montrose Magpies jersey in hand, while Grady had gone with the Salisbury Snakes. Gerry started to say he would rather just get a broomstick than a stupid jersey, but he knew his parents weren't going to budge about getting him a new broom. If he complained about the jersey, then he'd probably leave Quidditch Con without any souvenirs. Reluctantly, he chose a Puddlemere United jersey. Gigi paid for the four jerseys and then led the group to one of the library's tables.
The Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade Branch Libraries were on hand with Quidditch-related books, flyers regarding programs and other events, and applications for library cards. Gigi was set to take a shift at the Hogsmeade table towards the end of the day.
Graham immediately went to a stack of books on display, but the other boys looked bored. There was nothing really exciting about the library's table.
"Can we get someone's autograph?" Gareth asked.
"Or look at toys?" Grady questioned.
"What about watch a demonstration?" Gerry queried.
"One thing at a time," Geoffrey said. "Gareth, whose autograph do you want?"
"All of the Hogsmeade Humbatas."
"Grady, what kind of toy do you want?"
"I dunno."
"Gerry…?"
Gerry was staring jealously at a passing boy who was carrying a brand new Silver Arrow 2010 over his shoulder. If only he had enough money to buy his own broom, if his parents weren't going to get him one!
He sulked and replied, "Nothing," in response to his father's unasked question.
"Fine," Geoffrey said. "Let's stop to see the Humbatas, and then we'll look at toys. Ready Gigi, Graham?"
The two book lovers nodded and fell into step with the rest of the family. Gerry trudged along, wondering what it would take for him to leave Quidditch Con with a brand new broom.
(Titus) Respect
Author: Tiberius Nott
Date: 09-02-16 15:52
Titus approached the table in which Judith Foxcastle was installed. He was partially limping and she did not hide her expression when she noticed the state of his face. Titus' lower lip was cracked and he had an ugly bruise around his left eye. His glasses were broken, fixed with tape. He sat in front of her and crossed his arms, waiting for her to speak first. She did so without any hesitation:
"You brought this to yourself, haven't you?"
"I did nothing," he declared. "They just attacked me because they are stupid Muggles who have nothing better to do."
"No. They hit you because they sensed you were different. Because you probably looked at them like you were better than them."
"That's because I am. I'm a wizard. I have no idea what I am doing here," he complained.
Titus was sent by Judith to a muggle boot camp for the summer. It had been a shock for him. They had cut his hair short, and he had to dress muggle clothes instead of robes. He shared the room with a large number of boys, some his age, some older. He was forced to make his bed and other cleaning chores. There were also plenty of physical activities and since he was not used to doing exercise it had been quite excruciating. He even regretted not having taking Fitness & Athletics at Hogwarts. The food was also horrible. But the worst part were the muggles.
They were all idiots and Titus just couldn't identify himself with any of them. They seemed to have sensed that, just like Judith said. Two days ago they ambushed him in the middle of the night and hit him, for no apparent reason. If only he had his wand with him…while they punched him Titus pictured the other boys suffering the Crucio curse, begging for his mercy, which he would not give them. Things could have been different if he had brought the Felix Felicis with him. But he had left it at Hogwarts, thinking it would be safer there.
The only pleasant thing in this place were the letters. Muggles also received letters but they did not have owls. Titus received a letter from Susan saying that Saidra was doing well. He was glad he did not bring his cat with him. Tiberius also wrote to him and his letters brought him strength. Especially because they were coded. Right before the classes ended he had received a book from his brother. It was a heavy volume, a novel about a witch who fell in love with some sort of dark wizard. Titus had no idea what his brother wanted with that book until he saw the highlighted paragraph. It mentioned a simple code used in letters exchanged by the witch and the wizard. From that day on he started to communicate with his brother that way. Tiberius believed Judith read his letters and he did not want so. He had recently mentioned he had left his work at St. Mungus and he was about to accept a new job position. But he did not mention what was it.
"You are here because you need to learn to respect Muggles. They are not inferior to you. Your family did not understand that, but you will."
"What if I complain to the ministry? I will tell them you are forcing me to spend my summer here."
"After all the things you wrote, do you think they will believe you? But rest assured my superiors know you are here. This is an education experience, Titus. And I urge you once again to learn the lesson about respect. You will need that for your next school year."
And then she took a letter from her pocket. Titus opened it. Something metallic slip into the table. He picked it up. It was a prefect badge. He looked at it incredulous. Then he read the letter quickly.
"Prefect? Me? This is a mistake."
"I don't think so."
"I thought Malden would get it. Or Asher. Perhaps even Bruno. But not me…"
"You might not have the highest marks of your year, but you keep out of trouble in general. And you are part of many school clubs, so you are involved in the school projects. You keep doubting yourself when you should not."
He closed his hand, feeling the prefect badge inside of his hand. He was not able to hide a smile of satisfaction. Now he had the power to give detentions and remove points to misbehaved students. He felt quite superior and even a little bit smug. Suddenly things become a little bit better. Titus was now even more eager to go back to Hogwarts.
Judith was once again talking about respect but he barely listened to her. Once their meeting was over he was forced to hand her the prefect badge back. He could not keep it here and it would be returned to him on the first of September. Titus left the room still limping, back to his chores. Today he was in charge of cleaning the showers. He just hoped none of the muggle boys appeared to taunt him again.
Family Outing
Author: Lucius Malfoy
Date: 09-02-16 20:16
Eyes nervously darting about Draco inquires, "Are you sure this is a good idea?"
Lucius, strolling casually along, replies after a moment. "Given some of the stares, perhaps not; however, I no longer have concerns about being seen here in public."
"Liberating, isn't it?" Bellatrix smirks.
Having given more thought to where Carina will attend school when the time comes, Lucius concluded that though he isn't yet sure of Hogwarts for her, the option should be open to her, which in his mind means he should then be able to visit her. Though such events as Parents Weekend and Spring Social were not regularly scheduled aspects of the school calendar when Draco was a student, Lucius did visit the school more often than most. Not only were there Quidditch matches to attend when Draco was a member of the Slytherin team but there was keeping watch on Dumbledore and his flunkies.
Few would have been fooled by some nanny or servant visiting on occasions when a parent was expected. For the children of some families that ruse would work. It would work for Carina to a limited extent. Visiting in the guise of Draco or Astoria or even Auntie Bellatrix would work but would not, in the end, be satisfying for Lucius. In his mind the only fully acceptable avenue would be visiting Carina as himself.
Lucius arranged meetings with someone who might be able to get his name cleared as that someone had done for Bellatrix, Rudolphus, and Rabastan. The same person has been working on clearing Barty and Gudrun. With a generous monetary donation to that someone and with patience Lucius was eventually cleared of all charges. This for the possibility that Carina MIGHT attend Hogwarts.
Since the announcement made the news just over a week ago, this is the first appearance in public as himself that Lucius has made in the UK in several years. Quidditch Con isn't Lucius's idea of a grand way to spend the day but does present the opportunity for Lucius to spend the day with Carina, Draco, Astoria, and Scorpius. Bellatrix and Rudolphus invited themselves along and then Rabastan decided if they were coming he was as well. Gudrun and Barty, in turn, also decided to attend though they, of course, are using Polyjuice Potion.
A booth swathed in what appears to Lucius as every shade of pink imaginable catches Carina's attention. Astoria goes to her side and together they look at every item the booth offers. Bellatrix shows an interest as well though Lucius knows her interest in anything pink goes back to a long running joke.
When the group moves on to another booth, this one stocked with items aimed as children' Scorpius's age, Lucius carries a glittery pink broom and Carina is wearing a Quidditch jersey that matches. Carina's eighth birthday is fast approaching, not even a week away. Lucius has no doubt that by the time the Malfoy-Lestrange contingent leaves Quidditch Con today, Carina will have picked out a number of other items she will declare are perfect birthday gifts.
Checking Out Quidditch Con
Author: Eoghan
Date: 09-03-16 19:56
Eoghan stops, looking back over his shoulder. "We've lost Lochlan."
Studying the map of booths and conference areas Colm doesn't look up. "I think he went back to the Quidditch Illustrated booth, sniffing after that one witch."
"For work or for a date?"
"Don't know. Maybe both. Since breaking up with Noelle he's had someone difference lined up practically every week."
"As long as he doesn't start something with Aideen."
"Yeah, have to agree with you there. I don't dislike her but she's not right for Lochlan and when things didn't work out she'd make life miserable for all of us who know her."
"I do dislike her."
"I can see that. She seems to have a hang up over you being adopted when there were already five of us in the family."
"You know about that?"
Finally looking up, how he's avoided colliding with anything or anyone while studying that map is beyond Eoghan, Colm nods. "Yeah, Maire and I had gone to lunch one day and Aideen was there. She joined us. I don't even know how the subject came up but she was a little bitchy about it. Really pushy wanting to know why Mum and Dad adopted. We asked why she was so interested and why she seemed worked up about it. Couldn't give a cogent answer. Maire ended up telling her not to bother bringing it up again."
Lochlan comes jogging up to them then. "Sorry. I realized that journalist is the sister of a former co-worker who changed fields and hasn't responded to anyone's owls. I wanted to ask how he is."
"And get a date," Colm dryly adds.
"There is that."
"And your friend?"
"Been so busy training for the new job that if he's home, he's sleeping or changing clothes to return to work," he tells them in response to Eoghan's inquiry. "Where next? Or just randomly roaming?"
"There's a booth around here somewhere, we should be close, that's got tickets for all the opening matches of the regular season. I want to check their prices. Some vendors are charging handling fees that put their so called discounted tickets costing more than if bought from a franchise or at the gate."
Lochlan bobs his head up and down as Colm relays this information. "We've got someone here gathering the information on that to do a story for our next edition."
They spot the booth, weaving around a surge of other people coming off an intersecting aisle. A few steps from it Colm turns his head to say something to Eoghan only to see he's not right there with Lochlan and him. Swiveling he spies his younger brother standing at that intersection of aisles, staring down that aisle. Jerking his head he asks Lochlan, "What's that about?"
With the way the booths are lined up and with many having tall dividers, they can't see much of that aisle. "Don't know."
Eoghan stands staring a full minute more, wondering if either of two members of a certain group of people will look his way. Will notice him. It's only when they've moved along from the booth where they were inspecting jerseys and equipment emblazoned with the name of a St. Emrys Quidditch team, turning onto an aisle parallel to the one he and his brothers are on that Eoghan begins walking again.
Rejoining his brothers, he says, "Sorry. Thought I saw someone I knew and was trying to get a good look without having to run after her." He tells the lie because he can't very well say to his siblings who aren't yet in the know, "Just saw my birth parents, Bellatrix and Rudolphus Lestrange."
The brothers give their attention to the booth selling tickets, scrutinizing the prices listed for each opening match of the regular season, Colm taking a copy of the list to compare to similar booths by different vendors scattered around the Quidditch Con venue.
(Adriana) At the Pub with Dad
Author: Bill Weasley
Date: 09-04-16 10:43
Adriana, dressed in a pair of jeans and a peasant top, pushed a mentally disabled man in a wheelchair down the sidewalk in the tiny village not very far away from where Death Eater headquarters was hidden in the woods. She backed her way into the door of a darkened pub, which was usually only ever somewhat busy in the evening, and then wheeled the man to a table with a good view of the small, flat-screen television hanging from the ceiling.
Often, the television played rugby or football matches, but sometimes it showed the news. The latter was on right now, because there was a breaking story developing. Everyone in the pub was glued to the screen, watching in horror as the situation unfolded.
Adriana smoothed back her high ponytail and put her sunglasses on her head. She patted the shoulder of the disabled man and then went up to the counter to get the barkeep's attention.
"Horrible, that," he murmured, by way of greeting and with a nod in the direction of the television. "What can I get you, luv? And for your…?" He finally noticed the man in the wheelchair and couldn't help but show his revulsion. Although the man wore a hat low over his head, his unusual facial features and the wild expression in his slitted eyes were noticeable.
Adriana acted as if his behavior was a common occurrence that couldn't be helped, though she itched to pull out her wand and remove his eyes with a gruesome spell. She explained, "My dad. He was in the war. He's not what he was… physically or mentally."
The barkeep's expression morphed from disgust to admiration, then. "He'll have a beer on me." He lowered his voice then to ask, "Will he undergo more plastic surgery?"
Adriana shook her head and gravely replied, "No. And thanks for the beer. I'll have the same, and how about two pot pies?"
The barkeep took her order, immediately filled two tall glasses with beers, and gave them to Adriana. She carried them back to the table, popped a straw in one and held it in front of her father's face. "Drink up, Father," she murmured to him. "We're celebrating today."
With the majority of the Death Eaters out on what was proving to be a lovely summer's day, Adriana had decided to free Voldemort from the confines of the abbey's crypt. It was his first public outing, though he was still no where near prime condition. Alexander had done wonders with his physical health, though Voldemort's mental state was still quite lacking. Adriana hoped that Bellatrix, Barty and Gudrun might help in that area. She knew that their work in restoring souls was quite a different thing from making the Dark Lord whole again, but perhaps their knowledge could still help.
The other reason they were celebrating was because of the news on the telly. She had handpicked a couple of her followers to terrorize the pedestrians on the Millennium Bridge in London. It being a Saturday and summer meant a lot of residents and tourists were out and about, enjoying the weather and the sights. The bewildered newscaster was trying to describe the scene of destruction, which saw dark-cloaked figures appearing and disappearing as if by magic. The bridge was twisting and turning in a way that shouldn't have been possible, and innocent bystanders were being tossed off into the Thames. Others were lying dead, killed by mysterious bolts of green light.
It wasn't long before the Prime Minister appeared in a press conference. Adriana was holding the beer glass in front of Voldemort's face and watched with bated breath to see what he would say. She knew what he was thinking, because she could read it all over his face. He wanted to tell the world about the existence of magic, but knowing he would be called crazy, despite what witnesses saw in London that very afternoon, kept him from telling all.
Adriana saw something else in his eyes, too. The Prime Minister had had enough with magic, and he was just about ready to declare war. He wasn't confident they could win with the way things were now, but fortunately, he had someone on his side who was in-the-know. Five minutes after the press conference ended, and while Adriana was alternately eating and feeding Voldemort, the mobile phone in her back pocket vibrated.
Cousins at the Convention
Author: Isolde
Date: 09-04-16 15:15
Isolde and Azaelia walked around Quidditch Con together. Py was there with the other Hogsmeade Humbatas, meeting fans and signing autographs. Although there was a table for the British and Irish Quidditch Little League, Isolde had not volunteered to participate this year. In fact, she was taking time off from coaching to focus on her health and the upcoming arrival of her first baby. She was a bit sad to not coach her Polliwogs this season, but they would be in good hands.
Given her past health issues, Isolde's healer had suggested she take it as easy as possible the further she came along in her pregnancy. He didn't outright suggest bedrest, but Isolde had a feeling that was the direction she was headed. Before being confined to bed, Isolde wanted to get out and about as much as possible, but without overdoing it, of course.
Azaelia linked arms with her and asked, "Are you tired?"
"No," Isolde replied, and at Azalea's critical expression she stressed, "I'm fine."
Azaelia seemed to believe her and asked, "Where to now?"
"Let's see if any booths are offering closing sales," Isolde suggested. With only a few hours remaining, some booths were selling merchandise at steep discounts. A few had even cleared away already.
While they perused the various offerings, they chatted about different things including potential baby names, what they thought about the new broomsticks debuted at the convention, and Robert's odd behavior lately.
"I don't want to accuse him of keeping secrets from me again, but I think that's exactly what he's doing," Azaelia stated.
"What do you think he's hiding this time?" Isolde asked. Last time, Robert had been hiding the fact that his team was investigating Azaelia's parents, both of whom were now in Azkaban.
"I have no idea," Azaelia admitted. "He goes off sometimes and doesn't tell me where."
"An affair? If that's what he's doing, I'll curse his balls off for you."
Azaelia smiled thinly. "Maybe we're not really meant to be."
"Don't say that," Isolde said. "You found each other again after years of being apart. That's got to mean something."
Azaelia nodded. "I feel like it does, but…" She left the rest unsaid. It was then that they both caught passing conversation of an apparent Death Eater attack in the Muggle world.
Browsing
Author: Georgia Copperpot
Date: 09-04-16 15:50
Edwina drinks a fizzy strawberry beverage through a straw, avoiding the potential for a pink mustache from it. She shakes her head no when Libby holds up a t-shirt. "Not a good color for you."
"But I like the logo."
"Then get it or see if it comes in another color."
Libby takes the shirt over to one of the mirrors and holds the shirt up to her. "You're right. Makes me look like I've the flu or something." Never one to be shy Libby goes straight over to one of the people working the booth. "Does this one come in other colors?"
The woman who's name tag identifies her as Susie nods once. "In crimson and a sort of forest green. If you didn't see them with this color then we might be out."
"This was on the end of that table, just this one."
"Someone put it back in the wrong spot then and we'd not yet noticed. Here, let me show you."
A few minutes later Libby and Edwina leave the booth, Libby with the t-shirt in crimson and Edwina with a collared shirt in lilac. They turn as one when they hear Bertie's voice, "Libby! Edwina!"
Locating him and his parents they turn to meet them halfway. "Look what I've got!" Bertie practically quivers with excitement.
Mr. Nutcombe carries a slim box with an unmistakeable shape. Stamped on the box in bold letter is Meteor X, the newest model of the Meteor broom racing and Quidditch broom line. Edwina and Libby make appreciative noises, congratulating Bertie.
Mrs. Nutcombe asks, "You girls here alone?"
"No, ma'am." Edwina points down the aisle. "Our parents are four booths down having tea and coffee or maybe beer. They hadn't decided when Libby and I decided to explore along this walkway while waiting on them."
"Beer?" Mr. Nutcombe says. "Might have to go join them."
Mrs. Nutcombe, who could use a coffee, tells Bertie, "Don't stray too far. We shouldn't be long."
Once they are out of earshot Libby asks, "How'd you manage a spanking new broom?"
"Dad convinced Mum that they might as well get a new one than send me to school with a used one that they don't know the history of. I can't wait to use it!"
The trio continue along the same aisle, checking booths on one side that interest them while skipping others. They start back the other direction doing the same, the girls telling Bertie about their vacation so far and Bertie filling them in on the family holiday to the Cork and Waterford areas in Ireland. By the time they join up with their parents Edwina is ready for a refill on her drink and Bertie and Libby want snacks. It turns out they all have tickets to one of the special sessions so after they and their parents have gotten more to eat and drink, they carry everything to the area where the session is to take place, arriving just as the ticket taker begins letting people in.
A few minutes later Sylvestor and his friend Fitzwilliam arrive, taking seats near them but not with them. Libby shifts in her seat searching to see if the Cheeky Monkey and the Sex God have arrived yet. She's made sure the seat next to her is empty for the Sex God. That the seat is the end of the row simply means Cheeky Monkey has to sit either by their parents or on the row behind.
With Megara
Author: Errol
Date: 09-04-16 21:15
Megara pauses to look over the dates of some charity matches some of the professional Quidditch teams are playing over the rest of summer. She picks up a copy of the schedule and hands it to Errol to stick in one of the bags he's carrying for her. As they start walking again she says, "I don't think I've thanked you for coming with me."
"You have but it's nice to hear it again. And you could pay me 100 galleons for toting everything you've bought today."
"Ha! Maybe a knut and that's a huge maybe," Megara cackles.
Errol suddenly reaches out and grabs Megara, forcing her to stop.
"What the ," she starts but Errol cuts her off. "In here!" he urges, dragging her into a booth filled with racks of hanging robes for Quidditch uniforms. Easy to hide behind.
He peers through the space between two uniforms, using his hand to part them a little more. After a few seconds he says, "Okay. Clear."
"Clear of what?" Megara demands, not quite stomping back into the walkway.
"Professor Fairfax."
"What is your deal with her?"
"I've told you."
Megara rolls her eyes. "She doesn't like you. She only tolerates you when you're taking one of her courses. She has a picture in her office that you think has your father in it. Blah blah blah."
Shoving the bags at her, tone snippy he replies, "Do I mock you when you bitch about one of your professors no matter how small or petty the complaint?"
Megara fumbles to get hold of the bags. When she does Errol is halfway along the aisle they are on, apparently heading to a door at the end marked EXIT. She scurries as quickly as she's able with the bags and the goodly number of people still in attendance despite Quidditch Con being nearly over. She catches up just before he reaches that door.
"Errol! Wait! I'm sorry. I shouldn't have made fun it's just that ,"
"Just that what?" he demands, swiveling around to face her.
"We all have professors we don't like or who don't like us. I've never understood why that her not caring for you matters so damn much to you."
"Until I saw that photograph I didn't that much. As small as her seminars can be I didn't want her to hate me but that picture... That picture," Errol can't find the words to finish. He shakes his head instead.
"You have photos of your father so why does this one matter so much?"
"I don't know. It just does."
"Then why haven't you asked her about it?"
"I don't know that either. I've started to any number of times and then can't seem to bring myself to do it. Maybe it's because there's one more seminar she has that no one else does and I don't want to screw up chances of getting into it."
"And then you'll ask?"
"Maybe. I don't know."
"Have you asked Ross whether he knows her?"
"Yeah. He said her name didn't sound familiar."
"She's married, right?"
"Yes, with children."
"If Fairfax is her married name then maybe your uncle does know her, just not as Quinn Fairfax."
"I guess I should find out if that's her married name or maiden name then."
"As you can't find out anything today I'm sure, let's leave and get something to eat. I think I've seen everything and done everything here that I wanted. You pick the restaurant. I'll buy."
"Really? You're buying?"
Peals of laughter are her response before she adds, "Since when do I pay for food when I have you around?"
Errol is the one rolling his eyes now as he reaches for the exit door, pulling it open then following Megara out.