A Pleasure to Meet You [OPEN]

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Gwenaelle had a good morning.

Not a rare occurence in the Forester home these days. Akiko was sleeping through the night, had been since they moved to England, which was a surprise to the eldest Forester woman. However, no one would hear any complaints from her. Her and Mona had a long conversation the night before about what Mona wanted to do with her life, since she was a graduate of Ilvermorny. She thought about going into journalism, following after her biological mother's footsteps, but needed time before she could concretely make any decisions about her future. Gwen wasn't worried, Mona was independent, responsible, and strong. She'd do whatever was right. They also discussed the fact that Akiko needed full-time attention until she was three or four, but Gwen shot that down, saying if Mona wanted to take Uni classes so she could because St. Mungo's had a very reputable daycare program. Still, Mona wanted to be the one to help her aunt, who'd taken them in. Even though Eloisa had ceased to be a mother for a while to Mona and the young lady referred to Gwen as her "momma", she was old enough to fully comprehend that her mother was still a human who lacked the ability to care for herself as a person.

Gwen fed Akiko, a messy affair, but she was a giggly, happy baby, pleased to be given her moments to shine with eating mashed bananas, and Mona made them breakfast. It consisted of pancakes, coffee, bacon, and scrambled eggs with cheese, cherry tomatoes, and chives. A fully-hearty breakfast before Gwen left for work, promising to be back as soon as she could. Once she clocked in with her supervisor, happily signing in her papers and picking up her client sheets, she gleefully worked with her patients, subscribing either the best solution to their ailments or charming the problem away. It was afternoon time, and she left St. Mungo's briefly to pick up a soup and sandwich, Owl'ing Mona to check-in and see if they were alright or needed anything before she headed home. She finished her hours at St. Mungo's clocked out, and wasn't in the mood to cook, so she decided to check out some of the restaurants that she'd yet to explore with her girls. She'd eat here, so that when she got home, she could play with Akiko and then work on some brewing for a new illness they were beginning to find in squibs.

"Hello," she said to the waiter, "I think I'll start with a Butterbeer and some water." He gave her a kind smile and grabbed a menu for her before heading off to tend to other tables.

Eating alone was something she was used to, but company, that would've been nice. She'd make more friends soon enough, not too many though, her priorities weren't skewered just by being in a new environment. Still...

Subject: Re: A Pleasure to Meet You [OPEN] Mon Nov 20, 2017 9:05 pm

Mimosa in Diagon Alley was just about as much work as the child had been at Disneyland last year. And despite the many promises she had made about not needing anything other than school supplies, the nine year old witch would skip down the cobbled path into the magical street and leave Clara running behind her, trying not to lose the little brunette in the crowds. Every day, their suite at the Tipton filled with more and more things, and Clara was in very real danger of asking for a storage unit if her goddaughter continued the shopping spree.

What was worse, Kit did nothing to stop his granddaughter, in fact adding to her excitement by pointing out mroe things she might need. If money could buy common sense, her best friend would have it in spades. As it was, Kit continued to spoil little Mimosa in a way that did not bode well for the young witch's future. And all Clara could really do was protest from the sidelines. It's not like she would be treated any more sensibly in the summer when she left for the palace.

Today, the child had exhausted herself shopping, her eyes closing as they had taken refuge in an ice cream shop when an unexpected torrent of rain had divided to grace Diagon Alley. In the ten minutes they had spent encased in a booth with warm drinks, Mimosa had completely fallen asleep, making Clara abandon all the shopping bags and shift the child into her arms lest Mimosa hurt herself by sleeping at an awkward angle.

So it was that fifteen minutes later, the colorfully dressed and jingling Clara made her way into the Leaky Cauldron carrying a sleeping Mimosa in her arms, their various bags and parcels floating behind the duo in the strangest of line ups even for a magical setting. Clara cast her light brown eyes around the pub, noticing a pretty dark haired witch sitting on her own and made a beeline for said witch.

"Excuse me, hi, could you please save me a seat with you? I just have to go up and put this little one to bed and I foresee this place filling up by the time I come down." Never having believed in mindless small talk, Clara preferred to greet people with a warm smile and the direct point. "I'm Clara, if you need to know. Clara Kent. And my arms are going to give out soon so please say yes."

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Gwen was used to watching over people, because unsurprisingly, Mona as a child, with all her bouts of energy and moodswings, was similar to her friends in college, moody and needy. Not that it was bad in Mona's case for her to be moody, she was a child after all. However, back when Mona was smaller, Gwen and Wendell experienced quite a lot of nights of her small frame curled between them, and even though she was only eighteen and Mona eight, just starting to take care of a child much younger than her, was taxing. But there was a reward to it. Being the person that people relied on, depended on was a relief. It was a familiar position to her. It stemmed from taking care of Eloisa's personal life problems, and she had no qualms against taking care of the problems of others. For the longest time, Gwen almost exclusively had female friends, from ages fourteen to maybe sixteen, but once she met Wendell, he was quick to introduce her to some guy friends that he trusted that were either around her age or his. She ended up being closest with Nate, not Wendell's best friend but fairly close. Nate and her connected on a level of understanding. He was similar to her in the way that he enjoyed taking care of others, and they often butted heads over who was the designated driver or the watchful eye for the night.

It was a nice reverie they shared. She was blessed that after breaking the engagement, Nate was the only one of Wendell's friends to sympathize with her. Some of her closest girl friends couldn't even find it in them to forgive her for breaking things with Wen, but then that was Gwen's fault. She hadn't the heart or the mean spirit to tell them about what transpired between her and Wendell. He was still a good, upright man in their eyes, and she'd feel like a cow by telling them the truth of their disengagement. Nate, somehow, bless his heart, could tell there was more than she was leetting on, so she resolved to telling him someday. Not anytime soon, but perhaps, when the time was right, Gwen would let herself trust another person enough to depend on them.

However, caring for others was a driving force in her life. Helping was second nature to her, so mid-sip to her Butterbeer upon seeing a lovely woman approach her, she straightened up and smiled politely. Listening to her speak and noting the child in her arms, she was reminded of her own days carrying Mona, who was taller than her now, but was especially lengthy as a child, and how Wen often teased them both for the silhouette they made. With all her long limbs dangling off either side of Gwen, who was only eighteen and exerting all her strength to lift her darling girl, she was relieved to find that the woman was carrying a small one indeed, no doubt heavy though, she was quick to reply to relieve some pressure.

"Of course, take your time, I'll be here." She was bemused at the witch's frantic attitude, warmed by her direct attitude, and continued waiting, more than a little pleased to share company with someone for dinner. Speaking of which, she returned to pondering over the menu wondering just what she might eat.

Subject: Re: A Pleasure to Meet You [OPEN] Thu Nov 23, 2017 6:54 pm

Upon the stranger's ready acceptance of Clara's situation, the psychic shot her new savior a quick, grateful smile before jingling all the way to the stairs, her row of parcels, packages and shopping bags making quite the scene as they traipsed up the stairs after her. This was one of the few times Clara was thankful they kept a room on stand by at the Cauldron. A dark shadow crossed her eyes, foreseeing they would need this room a lot more in the future. The woman signed, carrying the sleeping child up the stairs and to their room where she carefully put little Mimosa down on the bed.

But of curse, nothing was as easy as all that. After putting down the child, there was the day's shopping to be dealt with, the note that needed to be written for Kit letting him know to come pick Mimosa up. Then a few minutes vanished in the process of reapplying her lip gloss, checking through her various bracelets to see if her lucky charms were still in place and finally exchanging her sturdy boots for a nice pair of heels because Clara deserved nice things too.

All in all, it was a good twenty minutes before the witch kissed the sleeping child goodbye and made her way down the stairs again, smiling softly to herself as she saw her new friend had indeed stuck to the promise of saving her a seat. As Clara had predicted, the place was packed to the brim, she would never have gotten a table on her own right now.

"Let me guess," she spoke cheerily, dropping down on the chair opposite this beautiful stranger with the ease of an acquaintanceship formed over years. "You're a mom? No one else would have taken such quick pity at my predicament otherwise." A casual glance at the woman's hands showed no ring, but single mothers were all too common these days.

"I didn't catch your name, love. And is there anything you'd recommend on the menu here? I don't really know British food all that well and can't afford to spent the night throwing up."

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