(1938-12-30) Itching for a Party
Details for Itching for a Party
Summary: Over milkshakes and pastries, plans to disrupt a party are discussed.
Date: 1938-12-30
Location: Sweet Temptations, Diagon Alley
Related: Premeditated Gift
Characters
LucretiaAngelusAngus

This shop is both a malt shop as well and bakery and sweetshop. Polished hardwood floors and walls painted a soft ivory give the room a welcoming and calm air. Green plants and flowers are placed in planters throughout the room and landscape paintings of the countryside cover parts of the walls. Two counters run across opposite sides of the room leaving the center area open for seating. The tables are set up for groups of two or four, the tables polished wood and the cushioned chairs made to match. The counter to the right is the malt counter, its wood polished to a high shine and cushiony bar stools lined up in front, provides a place for patrons to sample all manner of drinks that fizz, foam and steam. On the left is another counter dedicated to candy and pastries. The candies sit in elegant glass jars atop the counter with plates of every kind of pastry or cake you can imagine. There are both muggle and wizard flavors for everything sold here. A large board hangs over the front wall across from the door with a neatly organized menu of what is for sale at each counter.

"That's so nice of you to invite me for another drink," Lu says, stepping into Sweet Temptations ahead of Angelus. "Just think, this time next week we'll be on our way back to Hogwarts! I can't wait!" Unwrapping her scarf from her throat, her cheeks are pink from the brisk walk through the cold streets of London and thereafter to Diagon Alley. "Anything in particular you're looking forward to when we get back? Quidditch I imagine!" Spotting a booth that's just been vacated, she slips past a group that are milling about and plonks herself quickly on one seat. Too bad if they were waiting, possession is everything after all.

Angelus follows Lucretia into the shop, scanning the store briefly and offering a slight bow of his head to whoever is manning the counter. "I guess I'm looking forward to quidditch," Gel replies, a soft hum escaping him as he shifts his gaze onto Lucretia. He slides into the booth soon after the girl does, flashing a pleasant smile. "I might be more excited if Gryffindor had a better team." He simply shrugs his shoulders and carries on. "I can't wait to start working on potions," he decides. "I got more equipment for my kit."

Lu doesn't bother with the menu, just orders a chocolate milkshake from the waitress then folds her hands together on the top of the table. "Oh? Then I shall have to make sure that I don't let you get ahead of me in class. It'd not do to have a Gryffindor doing better than me!" She grins as she says that, hair flopping forward over her face as she slumps a little into her chair. "Oh. By the way. I was talking with Angus a couple of days ago. He said that he's going to maybe try out for your house quidditch team. Maybe you could give him a few private practice sessions. He seems terribly keen."

Angelus politely orders his own milkshake, a swirl of vanilla and chocolate, plus some pastries, dipping his head as he offers, "Thank you." A smug smile tugs out across his face, a twinkle in his blue eyes as he returns his gaze across the table onto Lucretia. "You want to do better in potions than me?" Angelus lets out a mirthful chuckle, leaning back against the seat with his arm over the top and lifting his leg to rest his ankle against his knee. "That's unfortunate," he says as he bobs his head lightly, smile lingering over his mouth. "That's my thing." He winks. "I've set up the unofficial potions club, too. Oh, Macmillan," he tacks on as he nods his head. "He's pretty good as it is. I don't know how much of a chance he has at taking over Denholm's position though." He hums softly which turns into a soft sigh. "He should take priority over him in my opinion."

Lucretia reaches for one of the pastries and places it on the plate in front of her. "You do know who my mother is, yes?" Carefully she breaks a corner from her food and squidges it between her fingers, eyes caught by Angelus'. She grins. "I mean, I know you're good at potions, goodness only knows but you keep getting pats on the back in classes, BUT … I've been working hard myself." Lifting one brow she pops the bit of pastry into her mouth then licks the grease from her fingers. "Don't rest on your laurels over this, Eibon, I'm nipping at your heels." Another bit of pastry gets broken off and she thinks a moment. "You absolutely have to let me join your club, and if you do decide to practice with MacMillan I'll come and watch."

A grin flashes across Angelus' face, giving Lucretia a teasing look before he chuckles. "I'm sure I'd rather partner up with you in class than any other." A sigh escapes him as he rolls his eyes. "It's the worst when you're held back because your partner isn't adequate." But he shrugs light-heartedly regardless. Angelus lifts a pastry of his own to his mouth, taking a big bite out of it which he chews, simply nodding his head to the girl until he finishes the piece and swallows. "It's not official, but of course you can." A hum escapes him as he regards Lucretia, tilting his head an inch. "Of course," he announces to coming and watching. "Who wouldn't want to watch the Star of Gryffindor team practice?"

Lucretia slurps a mouthful of milkshake through twin straws, swallowing before she nods to Angelus. "Good. That's settled then. I'll be with you in potions." Dumping her own previous partner, and Angelus' too, she leans forward and slides her milkshake off to one side, giving her clear access to the boy on the opposite side of the table. "Star? I don't know about that. How many games were you playing in where your team won this last year? Also, for all you know, I might be being used as an undercover spy for my own house." She speaks with a lilting amusement to her words, but given the inter-house rivalry between hers and his, it'd not be beyond the bounds of reason.

An amiable smile flickers against Angelus' lips, dipping his head once. "That works just fine for me," he agrees to the partnership. His smile grows, and the boy lets out a laugh. "I was brilliant in the game. I was the only chaser that really mattered." Then he lets out a sigh and adds in, "They took off Sykes so that Davies could play. Terrible move, that. When I'm Captain," yes, when, not if, "I'll set some sense of order to the team." Another laugh escapes the youth as he shifts his position, lowering his arm to the table to tap his fingers on the surface quietly. His lips flicker smugly. "Slytherin is probably the one House I don't mind losing to. The team is actually good. Even," he sighs as he admits, "my brother is a good player." For a fraction of a second envy sparks in his eyes, but he blinks and with a great effort manages to hide it.

Lucretia quirks a brow. "Was good? That sounds as if you don't expect to be so in the future." Playing with words, and possibly with Angelus' ego at the same time, a small laugh bubbles up between the gaps in the young witch's words, and it takes another mouthful of pastry and a suck of her milkshake before she has it back under control. "Its good that you recognise Slytherin as being superior though, how the sorting hat put you in Gryffindor instead of Slytherin I've no idea. I think I'd have cried if it were me. But, at least you get to be superior in Gryffindor and I've no doubt you'll be Quidditch Captain, if you aim for it." On impulse, and with a twinkle in her dark eyes, she scoops a bit of icing from the top of her pastry and leans across the table, dotting it on the end of Angelus' nose. That is, if he doesn't move.

"I'm always good," Angelus replies, sliding out his hand through the air. He grins at her, tilting his head as he shrugs his shoulders casually. It's the comment about not being sorted into Slytherin that bothers him. There's a slight sneer, but he pulls up his shoulder in a mild shrug, tipping his head a bit to the side. "I expected to be." He's definitely sore about not being as good as his brother to be sorted into his father's House. But a sigh escapes the youth before a smile slips back across his face. "I've decided to take it as a challenge. Find out who would make a reasonable acquaintance. At least there's both Macmillan. They're okay." Douglas isn't as cool as Alphard, but he's at least not bad as some of his housemates. "In any case, I don't cry," he says with a grin. "I might be in Gryffindor, but I still know who would make proper friends." A smirk touches his lip before he's drawing back reflexively with an 'ack,' flinching away from her finger. But as he lifts a hand to wipe at his nose, the boy laughs good-naturedly. "Ooh, I'll get you back for that," he teases.

Lucretia grins, pulling her hand back quickly just in case retribution might be swift. "Oh you will, will you?" Snagging her drink with one hand, she leans back in her seat, mischief rife in her expression as another suck is given her milkshake. "Well, you'd have to catch me first before that can happen, and before you so much as think it, flicking food across the table would be terribly bad manners." There's a small scrunch of her nose as her milkshake gets drained and she uses the now empty glass to point to the pendant that Angelus wears around his neck. "I'm going to apply to join once we're back at school. Do you think I'll get in?"

A spark flashes in the boy's eyes as Angelus grins, but despite is light-hearted threat he makes no move to carry it out. "Oh I wouldn't dream of throwing food," he replies with a chuckle. "Then I'd have to offer you my cloak to cover up the mess." He winks at her. He slides his milkshake close to him, lowering his head to sip from the straw while his blue eyes flick up to regard Lucretia. "Mhm," is all he can respond with at first. But after's swallowed and lifts his head, he fingers the pendant briefly before offering her a grin. "Oh, no one will deny you getting in," he says, smirking. "Besides your good standing, you have family in it, too."

Lucretia taps the end of her straws, stirring them around in the dregs at the bottom of her glass. "Mmm. There is that. I'd like to think that I'd be accepted on my own merits though, not get in just because of who I am and who's already in it, family or not." Leaning forwards once more, an elbow gets plonked on the table and she exhales a sigh. "Eibon. There's something I want to do. Do you want to do it with me?"

Lucretia is seated at a booth with Angelus. There's milkshakes and pastries on the table and Lu, having asked something of Angelus, now awaits his answer. It might be something important, but its more likely to be something trivial, her fingers swirling two straws through the dregs of her glass.

Angus moves quietly up behind Lucretia, winking to Angelus, and taps her on one shoulder, moving around the other to swipe the (pretty much empty) milkshake glass and looks at it disappointedly, "Och, y'drank it awl before Ah goat here?"

Lucretia jumps. "MacMillan!" Its a bit of a squawk, a bit of a squeak at the audacity of the milkshake thief! "If you'd said you were coming, I'd have ordered one for you. Sit." Its not an invitation exactly, its more a command, the young Black shifting over in her seat enough to give Angus room to join her and Angelus. "I was just asking Eibon if he were up for doing something with me. You're included too if you want."

Angelus sips again from his shake, and he shifts his shoulders, shrugging before he replies to Lucretia. "I'm sure you're merits are good enough to get you in," he says undoubtedly with a touch of a smile. "But family and background will definitely help you since Flint looks into that." He almost frowns, but he turns it instead into a smirk as he shrugs his shoulders lightly. It doesn't matter - he's not going to give his cousins much thought. A grin spreads over his face after he takes another sip. "Sure thing," he answers with a careless shrug. "I'm going to be here for a wh-" His royal blue eyes notice Angus, and a brow quirks lightly as a smirk touches his lips. "Yes, sit down, Macmillan," says the youth, chuckling. "We'll get you your own shake."

Angus slides into the proffered chair, "That's awful gud uv yus." He rubs his hand, "Whit sort of mischief is it were're to be up tae?"

"Well…" Lu says, twisting her glass on the table and looking from Angus to Angelus as she does. "The thing is. The thing that is, is this. I was thinking that it'd be such fun to gatecrash Alphard's party. He's being so perfectly snotty in saying that its for 6th years and up. We could sneak in and I bet he'd not even notice us." A small skew of her mouth follows a chew of her lower lip and she flicks her hair behind her shoulder, adding rather naively. "I mean… what's the worst thing that could happen?"

Angus blinks, and then starts _grinning_. "Wheeeell, the wurst Ah can think ohv is that he skins us, an' feeds us to yon beasties in that very nice wee main-ahg-erry over yonder?" A pause, and then, "Ah'm in, Lulu! Wha's nae tae like?"

"Mhm," Angelus lets out as he considers, lowering his mouth to his straw to sip from his glass. While he drinks he gestures towards the dish of pastries, offering them out to Angus. But his eyes regard Lucretia, and when he lifts his head up again, he offers the girl a genuine smile. "Do you really want in on his party?" he inquires with a quirk of his brow. "I will certainly accompany you if that's what you're going to do," he remarks as he smirks. "But if you wanted to do something more fun maybe you could come visit me instead."

Lucretia scrunches up her face. Its a whole face scrunch. "What could be more fun than slipping in unnoticed to my cousin's party? He specifically told me I couldn't go, so that just makes me want to. I bet he'd not even notice if we were to keep out of the way and not draw attention to ourselves." Breaking one of the pastries in half, she holds out one piece to Angus and the other to Angelus, eyes shifting between the pair before she adds, "Unless, what you have planned is more fun, Eibon." And she blinks innocently in Angelus' direction.

Angus glumps the pastry, right out of Lucretia's fingers. He may also have been in some danger of taking a finger off too. "Mmrrmmppphwwwmmmm?" Followed by a bit of frantic chewing and swallowing, "Ah think it's a braw idea! They willnae be expecting us! We kin sit own each uthers showlders and wear a lang coat, aye? Thut'll wurk!" Okay, someone has read FAR too many silly books.

Lucretia can't quite hold in her giggle when Angus suggests sitting on shoulders. "Don't be daft!" she exclaims, snatching her fingers back so they don't actually get bitten. "Seriously though, knowing my cousin, there'll be so many people there that he won't even notice us slipping in. We could probably get down a few proper drinks before we are discovered and thrown out." Proper drinks presumably not being butterbeer.

Angus gives a conspiratorial grin. "Och, anyone kin get pished. It's no dufficult, y'ken, lassie?" Okay, so maybe he's bluffing. Or maybe every stream in the Highlands runs with pure whisky, and ever loch is fine ale. "Now, hows 'bout we put some quickglue on some of the door hondles? An' whoopie cushions un the chairs?"

Lucretia's giggle bubbles and grows. "Ohhhh. Oh but Alphard would put some horrible hex on me if I did that." A pause. "But I'm game!" Grabbing a bit of pastry for herself, she bites the corner off and leans a little closer to Angus, enthused by his own willingness to chuck himself into such a terrible idea. "I'm not so sure about the glue and the cushions, I'm not even sure about having to watch people getting so moon-eyed and stupid over each other. I just want to go because he told me no."

Angus whispers, "Aye? Whul if people are going awf to be stoopid in private rooms, wouldna it be fun tae do something…" An evil grin crosses the boys face, "Whut aboot dyed itchin' pooder ahn the beds?"

"I'm definitely for sneaking in," Angelus decides, bobbing his head. He sucks in the last of his drink before sliding it over to the edge of the table. "They'll be so busy drinking and smooching they probably won't notice us," he nods in agreement to Lucretia. "But playing a couple tricks might be fun, too," he adds as a grin snakes its way across his face. He snatches another pastry before sliding out of the booth. He also takes out some coins to set on the surface of the table. "I'll catch you later, Lu. Macmillan," he says with a nod to Angus, "See you around."

Lucretia grins at what Angus whispers. "Ohhhh! You can get some of that? That'd be so funny! I could maybe make sure that its spread in all the guest room beds before the party even starts." A mouthful of pastry. "Oh. Alphard's too. We'd really have to get Alphard's bed because Meanie would be so completely furious if she were to be itching all the way back to Hogwarts!" Looking Angelus' way, her grin deepens; one might almost say it were evil. "We'll liase before the party. Thank you for the milkshake Eibon."

Angus raises a hand, "Aye, you tak care, Eibon!" And he nods, "Aye. Ah think Ah can get some. Ah've got a wee bit ov mah allooance left!"

Lucretia reaches into the folds of her cloak, pulls out a purse and takes a handful of coins from within. "There," she says, pressing more than a few sickles into Angus' hand. "That should cover to get enough to really liven things up a little," she says, her voice staying low enough that it won't carry to any ears listening at nearby tables. "Only the itchiest, strongest stuff mind."

Angus says with a grin, "Och, we are gonnae bae in SO much trouble." He trousers the cash quietly. And he looks so totally at ease with the trouble involved.

Lucretia grins. "So much trouble. Yes." She wolfs down the rest of her pastry then gets to her feet, reclaiming her scarf from her seat which she rewraps efficiently around her throat. "I should go. Let me know when you have the itching powder and I'll collect it from you." A grin is given and then she's heading towards the door; places to go, people to see.

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