the wild brunch 'cyn'

[Boötes Prewett]

the port has a seam ripped wide open

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Boötes hated his parent’s brunch time rituals. After a long night of Merlin knows what, it just wasn’t something he wanted to do. Sure, his friends were all there but still. Like he really wanted to be there. It was early for a boy who had been drinking scotch late into the night.

So here we have a hung over Boötes wondering where the food was. Merlin, if he didn’t get some soon he was going to go yell at someone for sure, Probably his parents. Why did they bring him again? Of course he had to be there, a new family was joining the ‘brunch gang’ as his parents called their group. Boötes had a different name, ‘the hung over brunch’. The people that weren’t hung over were the adults but they didn’t count.

The weird thing was that Boötes parents were letting a new family join. The group had been mostly family for as long as he could remember, or those other pureblood families that might as well be cousins. So to get a new member was weird to him. Then again Boötes didn’t put anything past his mother. She was in so many random women’s groups; she was bound to make a new friend somewhere. Not like Boötes really cared.

Getting to the dining room in his parent’s monster of a house, Boötes looked around to familiar faces. Lovely to see the same people hung over as always. Then he saw his mother. Too bad he wasn’t quick at this time or with his state, he would have been gone by the time she reached him. Too Late. “Boötes, darling, come meet the Montagues” his mother told him while dragging him over. She wasn’t one to not get her way. Taking over his own limbs, Boötes made sure it looked like he wanted to be there.

“Hello Mr. and Mrs. Montague. SO nice to meet you.” Boötes gave a polite nod to the man and took the lady’s hand to kiss. It was something he always saw his father do and he couldn’t help but mimic. Reactions weren’t necessary. Boötes didn’t care about that stuff. These older people would respect him because of who his parents were. “If you will excuse me, I see a few friends I haven’t seen since Hogwarts.” Another quick nod and Boötes turned to leave.

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[cynthia montague]

As if the banquets and tea parties weren't enough, her mother had gotten some strange idea involving getting up early and eating with other respectable people. Cynthia wasn't a girl for moving before three in the afternoon on Sundays, and being ready and representable for brunch that day was doomed to failure. She'd woken up half an hour before the time she'd promised her mother to be there, rushed into the shower and then raped her wardrobe. Hardcore. Edna had informed her that the code was casual, but she'd learned from experience that she didn't have the same definition of the word as her mother.
There, eventually she found some clothes she'd been shopping with her mum and got dressed. Cynthia rushed back to the bathroom to do her make-up and hair. The make up took a while, stressed as she was knowing that she was already late made her hand tremble and she had to re-do it twice. The later wasn't as time consuming though, head-band ta-dah, somehow it was nicer to her than usually, her hair, and wasn't making a scene.

She grabbed a pair of shoes and apparated to her parents' house. Of course they'd left already. Cynthia ran up to her mothers desk and started looking for an invitation. Found it. Brunch. At the Prewetts. She groaned, of course. It was the charming young man her parents had been talking about, Boötes Prewett. Cynthia disliked him already, just hearing about his good grades and proud posture, listening to his stupid name being repeated again and again, gosh she should've known something was fishy about the brunch, they'd been nagging about him for weeks. They could say it already, "Please Cynthia, we'd like some pretty grand children". Scowling, she stepped into her pumps and then the fire place, hoping the Prewetts' one wasn't dusty.

Seconds later she appeared in a corridor. Cynthia was still upset about her parents' plotting, as well as she was tired, but she was relieved about not being thrown out of a fireplace in the middle of whatever room everyone was at. She was too big of a push-over when it came to her parents, and she'd never want to embarrass them like that. And even though she wouldn't admit it, she too cared about what the high-society people thought about her. She watched a door being opened and saw people in uniforms walking out of it, so either it was the kitchen or the dining hall. Judging from the shrill giggling and sound of high heels clicking, it had to be the later. She entered the room as discreetly as possible and to her joy found it to be filled with good looking people, for sure a pureblood get-together.

She recognized some of them, the majority were regulars at the parties her mother forced her to attend every now and then, so Cynthia gave them polite smiles passing them while looking for her parents. Lots of smiling later she spotted their backs. They were apparently being introduced to someone new, she figured. She approached them, and felt her stomach twisting as the man she'd noticed behind Edna stood up straight and she could see his face. Bam, from Friday night. She'd been drunk, but she was rarely too drunk to not pay attention to the face of the owner of the tongue in her mouth. What was he doing there?

Well of course he was a pureblood, he'd surely acted like one of those jerks she hated to love, she'd been bound to run into him sooner or later. But it felt odd, seeing him this soon when she was supposed to appear as respectable. Friday night hadn't been.
Not that it was anything to worry about, there were lots of people there, they wouldn't run into each other.

To her relief the young man turned around just before she approached her parents, nudging her mum in the side to announce presence. To her disappointment, she didn't get a lecture about being late and irresponsible, Edna looked at her and then turned her face back, "Mr. Prewett, please say hello to our daughter, Cynthia here", she said with that clear, charming voice Cynthia had tried to mimic so many times while pretending to be a princess in her childhood.

[Boötes Prewett]

the port has a seam ripped wide open

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He had been so close. Victory was within his grasp. And then snatched away from him, like a golden snitch just flitting too fast. He didn’t want to be introduced to some girl. If Boötes wanted to meet a girl, he had no problem with that. Hello lets talk about the weekend shall we?

Friday had been a girl, Cyn or Tia or something like that. Who the hell really cared? Not Boötes. Women were his play things, a toy to get bored with. So Friday had been her. It was a nice enough evening, nothing to rush to tell anyone though. Just a little drunk hook-up. Nothing more really. Saturday had been the girl he always spent Saturday with. The gang from his Hogwarts days always got together on Saturday nights. And always the same girl was with Boötes at the end of the night. N was her nickname, or at least the letter they used to keep everything safe. Names were precious to them, no one was called by their entire first name if it could be helped. Boötes was known as B to the group. But N came home with him, like they always did.

So going back to the brunch, you can see how surprised Boötes was to see this Cyn/Tia girl. Great. This was very awkward to say the least. He took the girls hand and kissed it, like he did for her mother. “Hello Cynthia. I am Boötes Prewett. It is so nice to meet you. May I introduce you to some members of our own generation. If you don’t mind Mr. Montague.” With a nod from the older man, Boötes took Cynthia’s arm and led her to a corner of the room.

As soon as they were away from most of the adults, Boötes’ mood quickly changed. Well what would you expect? The girl you messed around with was now at your brunch table. “I don’t know what the hell this is for you, but I would just like to make one thing clear. This is my territory Friday nights are not discussed at Sunday brunch, or ever. Got it?” The politness of his voice had disappeared and was replace with a venom no one could match. Don’t mess with a snake backed into a corner. He didn’t wait or want an answer. IF Cynthia didn’t want to play by the rules, well they could figure out a reason for her to leave and never come back. “Now that we have that straightened out, I told your father I would introduce you to my friends. Shall we?” For the second time that day, Boötes was offering a girl his arm. And it was only 11 o’clock. A waiter walked past with glasses of champagne. Boötes, for one who isn’t into champagne, took one. It was going to be a long morning.

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[cynthia montague]

This was Boötes? Bam from Friday was Boötes Prewett? Karma, she had it coming for her, it was ironic enough to laugh at, but she felt like crying, 'Dad, don't let him, he doesn't behave properly!'. But then it would be exposed that she really enjoyed that kind of stuff. That was a part she hated about herself, that she couldn't help but to fancy those boys big time. She would always go for the one slamming her against the toilet wall, the one acting like he was the best man she'd ever find. Not those humble ones kissing her hand and asking her father for her arm. She was a fool for those inappropriate guys, and she didn't like it.
So all she could do was to smile politely and watch her mum's satisfied face when Boötes led her away.

Walking through the crowd, she kept quiet, stiffly smiling. At least her mum wouldn't be that mad at her for being late. But she'd been hoping to at least being able to enjoy herself a little this morning, if she wouldn't find any of her friends from the tea parties here, that she at least could relax and hang out with the people her mother introduced her too. She wouldn't be able to relax around this man.

His voice now caught her off guard, she wanted to yell at him, was he really that arrogant? Tell that son of a bitch that she didn't like this any more than he did, that if he hadn't been that stupid, he could've just said hi and left her with her parents, that it now was his fault that their mothers probably was planning the wedding already and that she surely hadn't gone to this brunch looking for lame old hook-ups. But she could just nod, sourly realizing why she'd fancied him in the first place, he really was obnoxious.

"Damn, because the first thought going through my head when I saw you here was that I really needed to suck my loving Bammie-boy off" Cynthia muttered sarcastically. But she placed her hand on his arm and plastered that smile on her lips again. She'd gone through that many times, clinging onto a boy she'd rather not touch, but this was the first time she'd had really good reasons to not want to see him. The perfect pureblood scene wasn't going to know anything about that though.
"This has to be a joke" Cynthia thought. She skipped the champagne, this scenario made her consider never drinking again.

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