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sweetpinkpixie · #1 (**permalink**) 02-08-2025, 04:37 AM

Nestled on a secluded cliffside in Kenmare Bay, Zinnia Skeres' home is more than just a mansion: it's a masterpiece built from the ground up by her husband, Ramiel. With sweeping training grounds for Quidditch, an airy pottery studio, and a wood workshop brimming with wandcraft and furniture, itâ€™s the perfect retreat for skill and self-discovery.

This holiday, Zinnia - renowned Quidditch player turned U-17 coach and aerialist - welcomes her 'niece', Elena Petrova, for a training session in the skies. With a shared love for aerials and flight (and maybe a few heart-to-hearts about the future), itâ€™s the perfect chance to train, unwind, and just enjoy each otherâ€™s company over a nice cozy warm beverage.

This is a closed, one-off scene set during the winter holiday of 2115

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Zinnia Skeres - sweetpinkpixie
Elena Petrova - littledhampir

sweetpinkpixie · 02-09-2025, 01:42 AM

Zinnia led Elena through the open archway of the living room, the scent of warm spices and crisp herbs teasing the air as they stepped inside. Ramiel had outdone himself yet again. A polished tray rested on the low table, laden with delicate finger foods - honey-drizzled goat cheese crostini, savory tarts with hints of rosemary, and a neat arrangement of fruit and charcuterie. Zinnia, on the other hand, was lucky if she could ever treat her husband to a spaghetti dinner without burning the pasta or overcooking it so much that it turned into a giant lump of soggy carbohydrates. The golden glow of the late afternoon sun spilled through the grand window, stretching long across the wooden floors and illuminating the vast grounds beyond. Her gaze flickered past the food to the grand window, where the cliffs stretched wide and wild while the sea glimmered, restless and eternal. The manicured green stretching out toward the private Quidditch pitch effortlessly pulled her gaze every single time, the towering hoops standing tall against the endless blue of Kenmare Bay beyond.

This home, it's land, all of it shaped by will and care.

A home built with her own hands...well, Ramielâ€™s hands, but hers in spirit and as a consultant. A life, a sanctuary, shaped from the bones of everything she had fought for. And now, Elena was here, standing beside her, taking it all in. It was a quiet kind of fulfillment, unexpected yet deeply gratifying.

"I hope you're hungry," she said, laughter curling around her words as she gestured toward the spread. She rolled her shoulders, shaking free of the heavier thoughts that threatened to weigh her down. Her niece was here, so there was no time for such nonsense. "My husband," she added with a amused shake of the head and brief rub of her forehead, plucking a crostini from the tray. "...always the overzealous one when it comes to hosting." Though Zinnia could hardly deny that trait ran in her blood as well. A trait she had learned to make it her own, turning the dutiful hostess into something of her own making. It was a role she embraced now, not as a chore, but as a way to share the warmth she had once been denied.

littledhampir · 02-09-2025, 09:31 PM

Elena was overjoyed to be visiting with Auntie Zinnia over the Christmas holidays. She'd been over to her house before, of course. As a friend of both of her dads, Elena had grown up considering her as much of an auntie as her actual aunts and uncles. And when Elena heard a story about how she did aerials, she had demanded to learn. It intrigued her, the grace and the artistry parallel to dance in her mind. And Elena loved dance.

Her tatko dropped her off, and after some chatting among the adults she shooed him away, insisting that she would be fine and promising to behave and whatnot. She was ready to get on with it. And for some girl time.

Elena was immediately drawn toward the food laid out, even before it was offered to her. How could she resist it? "It smells good!" It wasn't unfamiliar; a kitchen filled with yummy smells and good snacks. Her daddy liked to cook and bake and she was always happy to taste. Elena was most intrigued by the crostini. She wasn't positive what was on top of it, but it looked delicious so she was eager to find out. She bit into it and sighed in pleasure. "Delicious," she declared with her mouth full. Oops. She gave a thumbs up and finished eating before speaking again. "I love it."

sweetpinkpixie · 02-12-2025, 06:36 AM

Zinnia watched Elena with quiet amusement, arms crossed as she leaned against one of the wooden pillars framing the space. There was something so familiar, so deeply comforting, about seeing Dragomirâ€™s (Oliver's too, but Zinnia had known Dragomir since diapers and, naturally, there was a more intimate history between them to reflect upon) daughter in her home. It was a rare thing, this kind of closeness, the kind that had nothing to do with blood and everything to do with choice.

She smiled a bit more as Elena dug into the crostini without hesitation. "That good, huh?" she teased, noting the full-mouthed declaration and deciding not to be that person and point out manners. "Ramiel will be pleased, he takes his kitchen victories very seriously." There was a warmth in her tone, but her sharp gaze was already scanning Elenaâ€™s frame, assessing. She was still growing into herself, but there was an athleticism there, a fluidity in how she moved, a keen sense of awareness. A good foundation for aerial work and just maybe...

Because Zinnia had never been one to dawdle, she clapped her hands together, eyes bright with purpose. "Once we're done chit chatting and eating, weâ€™re out there," she smirked with a firm thumb jab out the window, settling into a seat next to Elena. "And I wonâ€™t be hearing any complaints about being too full to practice." She meant it as a playful tease, but there was a harsh edge of seriousness to her tone as well - perhaps a reminder to herself as well since, well, she had been eating a fair bit more than usual recently.

Still, before they got to that, she had to check in. Auntie duties and such. "So, first term just about halfway done," she said, tipping her head slightly. "How's it going? I only had a few years at Hogwarts since your tatko and I transferred in a bit late, so we never got the sort of experience you and your brother have. And try not to leave any of the good stuff out." Truly. Zinnia had barely had a childhood to speak of, so pardon a woman for living somewhat vicariously through her niece. She wanted to know how she was settling in, how she was handling the shift from home to Hogwarts, from childhood to the steady pull of something bigger.

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