Kristopher was trying to picture what she was telling him, the idea of the two Darling girls at the front of the stage, close enough to touch the sweaty singers, dancing and screaming - with Minnie, though he didn't know her very well, it didn't really surprise him. Hannah, on the other hand.. that would have been a sight to see. "You could still do that, you know." Or would it not be the same, if her sister weren't here?

Maybe. Well, that was more than what he would have thought about an hour ago. Now, however, Topher was realizing it was entirely possible Hannah wasn't just the shy, polite young graduate he'd originally met. When she returned his question, the blonde was prepared to answer truthfully - he probably would have come, and dragged his sister along as company - but the words never left his lips as her own sentence went unfinished, followed by.. a lot of screaming. And jumping. Topher grinned, hands moving from Hannah's waist to her arms to steady her when she'd moved closer all of a sudden.

Kristopher chuckled, watching the interaction between the two before Hannah turned back to him, excited as ever. "Well, hello Minnie." Color him amused, blue eyes moved from the innocent Darling to the not so innocent Darling. He certainly did know who she was, in more ways than one now. "It's good to see you again too, Min." Topher laughed, lightly. "We met at another wrock concert like a week ago, heavy metal type stuff - didn't you know Hannah's into that now?" Teasing, he was only teasing. Casting a quick look at the girl in question, Topher's attention then turned back toward the smaller blonde. "We met here in Diagon Alley some months ago by chance. And yes, we were dancing." Were, being the keyword here.

Music Festivaaa-aaa-a-a-a-al! Angelina was VERY excited for this! She had been bored too much, and this festival would be THE hit of summer! She was all smiles and looked eagerly at everywhere. It was going to be great! She was already going for a blanket, because you could only enjoy music on ground, when she heard the question.

Should have asked HIS opinion. Oops. Hehehe.

"Blanket?" she asked in her cutest voice. Hmm?

Sophia laughed lightly and shook her head. "That should be the least of your worries. I don't think she has the built to bulk up. But..." She side eyed him somewhat..." If you are that concerned about it, I will monitor and ensure that she doesn't take it too far." Happy brother?

Sophia smiled at the memory of the woman."Bless her. I know she retired several years ago but I wonder if she's still alive..."

She beamed proudly. Yep that was her...never wrong....Or so she liked to believe anyways. She knew he really was just humouring her but she would take it.

"She..did..." The words left Sophia's lips grudgingly. She knew where she had gone wrong with Rhea and there was absolutely no fixing it now. "And why shouldn't I? Why should Bentley suffer because of his mother's mistake? I won't allow it." She pursed her lips. Stubborn remember? She was not going to shift position on this.

SPOILER!!: Deniz

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Originally Posted by StarShine

Music Festivaaa-aaa-a-a-a-al! Angelina was VERY excited for this! She had been bored too much, and this festival would be THE hit of summer! She was all smiles and looked eagerly at everywhere. It was going to be great! She was already going for a blanket, because you could only enjoy music on ground, when she heard the question.

Should have asked HIS opinion. Oops. Hehehe.

"Blanket?" she asked in her cutest voice. Hmm?

He noticed Angelina move towards a blanket just as the question had finished passing across his lips. It seemed it was answered even before her preference was requested which was fine by him. The auror was perfectly comfortable with either, or even the third option if she so chose to pull him out of his more neutral comfort zone.

"Sure," he said with a chuckle, amused by the tone of her voice. Simon followed her towards the blanket she had already seemed to claim, easing himself down onto it and the grass-covered ground beneath it with plenty of room beside him for her to join him. "Now this is nice," he mused settling into their surroundings.

Hannah found herself chuckling at what Topher, though she WAS maintaining some distance from him now. It was one thing to be living alone in a country where nobody really knew you and dance with boys, and another when your sister was around and knew that boy.

"Yeah, and Topher was nice enough to accompany me to places .." Hannah added, giving Topher a small look as if they shared a secret or something. If he could tell, he could know it was because all those meetings meant something to her. She would be forever grateful.

Minnie was attentive, and way more good at picking up things than her sister clearly gave her credit for. She knew something was going, and no matter how charming Mr Kristopher was, she didn't but it. She knew ALL about his dating history, she knew exactly how he was. So yeah. Even though it would be quiet the cliche to HELP the innocent older sister, Minnie didn't want to. She wanted Hannah to make her own mistakes. And for some reason she thought Topher would be one. Oh yeah.

"Oh haha, funny" she laughed with the two of them. "I am glad of course that the notorious Mr Kristopher got my sister to dance" she added, holding her sisters hand and giving her a twirl. "But that doesn't mean you earn my trust" A little threat and banter was a must, she decided.

"Come on!" She said when the band started to play another song. Grabbing both their hands, the youngest of the Darlings made her way through the crowd and toward the stage. It was time to dance. Singing LOUD with the band, the fifteen year old pretty much ignored the two people she had dragged with them and just simply enjoyed herself.

Marigold was wearing extremely huge and TOTALLY IN sunglasses because it made her feel glamorous. Like a movie star. The only thing she needed was a huuuge wide-brimmed hat, and she could be straight out of a muggle movie.

With all of her movie-star-ness, Marigold was still just kinda meandering. She hadn't seen any of her friends yet, but she was still scanning the crowd for people she knew oH MERLIN WAS THAT CHARLIE BLACK!?!?!??!?!?!?!?

OH. EM. GEE.

Marigold was SURE of it. She had been a fan of them FOREVS. She had been to a CONCERT and seen him in PERSON but NOT THIS CLOSE (she had won tickets but not backstage passes. sigh.) !!!!

She approached him all caaaasually and took her sunglasses off.

"Hi," she said in a very high-pitched, squealy, fangirl voice.

This was fun. Charlie was kinda loving the festival feel. It'd been ages since he'd had a chance to come to one, he was revelling in it. The sun was up, his voice was feeling fiiiiiine and he looked like the total Wrock God he was.

He leaned back in his seat, completely relaxed, and surveyed the crowd, loving everything, and feeling awesome. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of someone who was kiiiiiiiiiiiind of staring at him. He knew that look. He lived for that look. The total adoration thing. That was his lifeblood.

A small grin spread across his face and he looked at the girl over his sunglasses. "Hey there. You alright?"

He could hear Krystal's voice in his head though... be nice.

The relief at his sister's words was noticeable, almost too noticeable. "That's all I ask. I can imagine her wanting to try things Tyler tried," he was another case in himself, "but she shouldn't be allowed to take it too far. My heart wouldn't be able to take it, and you care about my health." He said, his expression shifting to a more playful one. Crisis averted, his niece would turn out normal.

"Surprisingly, no." Bruce confirmed with a small shake of his head. "I keep in contact with the board members and they, in turn, keep in contact with her. Last I heard she and her husband were going on a European Cruise." It was good for her. Merlin knew the woman could use some fun before she finally croaked.

He found his lips pursing at her continued stubbornness. Honestly, he should have known better, this was Sophia afterall.

"Bentley's not suffering, I'm sure and if he is, aren't you worried about the other two 'suffering' as well?" Bruce was waiting to hear the distinction between him and the others.

"Emrys, COME ON," Amelia turned calling back to her brother who was taking his sweet, precious time. She was anxious to get all the way to the stage, but she couldn't just abandon him. She'd known that her parents would feel better about her going if Emrys came along and so she'd just flat out suggested it. And then begged him, to make it seem like she absolutely needed him to come along. But really... she thought he needed to get out. Still several paces ahead of him, she stopped in her place and crossed her arms and tapped her foot, playing up the sass. "At least pretend you're having a good time."

Emrys grumbled, trudging after his little sister, hands stuffed in his pockets. Like he didn't know what she was doing. She'd practically forced him into that matchmaking service. His 'supervision' was so obviously another way she was trying to get him to "live a little." He rolled his eyes as he quickened his pace to catch up to her. " 'Melia, honestly," he sighed, uncomfortable at the crowd, unsure exactly what he was supposed to do once she did, inevitably, take off. "Go. Have... fun or something." He pulled his hand from his pocket to sho her away. He'd... just find a chair.

Louisa, the self-acclaimed fun expert at this festival, was moving away from the main stage with her hair a bit messy and sweaty from the hardcore bad dancing she was doing all noon. She was chugging down some water and walking in the direction of the seating area to take a short break when she heard a little girl harass a grumpy, older boy... probably a relative of hers.

The brunette smirked at the sight, it reminded her of her little brother who wouldn't have fun for the life of him, and stood watching them two. "You go, little girl!" She called after her but focused her gaze on the boy who looked familiar. Nearly everyone at this festival looked familiar, was she going crazy? "You look like you're being punished. Don't like music?" Louisa chuckled, addressing him this time.

As the other two seemed to approve of the blanket she picked out, Mariel stopped and turned her eyes towards the stage as the band currently playing started in on their next song. They were alright, she supposed, even if they weren't her favorite. Glancing over at Isa as she danced along to the music, Mariel smiled. "Do you know this band?" she asked her in Spanish. She thought she had heard the name before so there was a chance they were internationally known, but she didn't know for sure. But maybe the little girl just liked the music no matter who it was.

She smiled bigger as Jorge offered for Isa to be his assistant. What a great uncle he was to her. "That sounds like a great idea. Maybe you could even get backstage." That was what teens and tweens would love, right? And even better if Jorge was right there with her so they wouldn't have to be worried about her going off on her own. Though the girl dancing a bit closer to the stage by herself would probably be alright as long as they crowd didn't get a lot bigger.

Beaming at Jorge as he spoke to their daughter, she reached into the stroller once they had settled on their spot on the blanket. "Are you ready to come out of there?" She gently pulled the almost four month old out and laid her on the blanket as Jorge and Isa discussed food selections. It didn't matter much to her, she was good with fish and chips, though something healthier probably wasn't an option. But that was expected at a place like this and she was fine with it. "Alright, honey," she said, smiling at him as he offered to get food. "Get whatever you think.." One thing was probably as good as another here and she figured he knew what she liked better than anyone.

"Emrys, just try to have a good time, please," Amelia frowned at him, interrupted by someone shouting at her. Little girl? Amelia was about to give her a piece of her mind, even if it had been a compliment of sorts. Except... the woman was coming over to talk... to Emrys?

....

Emrys turned to look at the woman who had called out to his sister, more than a little annoyed at his public scolding. Punished would be a good word for it, he thought as he turned to face her, ready to mumble something incoherent and remove himself from the situation. But once he looked at her, that thought completely left him. He squinted, almost as if his brain couldn't quite process what he thought he was seeing. Was it?

...
...
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Yes... he thought it was. "Louisa?"

Justine was used to massive crowds; she was a city girl, always had been always would be, didn’t matter if the city was London, Seoul, Paris, Montreal or her current home of New York; Justine knew how to get around, which made slipping through the crowd here at the festival a relative cakewalk. The funny thing was; she’d expected to run into someone she knew by now, but she definitely hadn’t. No Jun to tease her, or Connor to pick on, not a Lux in sight and Eden McGee’s shrill, but fondly remembered voice did not fall on Justine’s ears.

She had arrived with Tala, but the blond had vanished in search of presents and food a little time ago leaving the model and actress to her own devices. Which was fine, Jus didn’t have trouble being on her own, but it was no fun making fun of people without someone to laugh at all her witty insights and clever insults.

Not too mention she looked gorgeous in her cream-colored dress and nude, gladiator heels and really, someone important or of actual worth needed to notice. As the next band started up, Justine swayed lightly to the music, her lithe body moving with that natural grace that was slowly, but steadily gathering her acclaim in both of her beloved professions. She turned her green eyes on the crowd, casually looking over the sea of Witches and Wizards before landing on a tall figure standing not too far from her in the VIP tent and although he had clearly taken pains not to be noticed, Justine could easily see through the poorly crafted disguise.

Smirking to herself, Justine made her way quietly to the older boy and tapped him lightly on the shoulder. “Excuse me… You’re blocking my view,” She playfully said, the smirk softening just enough to seem playful and not quite devious.

They’d met once before and if Justine were honest he had made something of an impression on her, she only hoped she had managed the same.

He was sort of just chilling near the entrance of the tent, not wanting to go in since he'd rather be able to see the performance and everything. It was so different from this particular vantage, as opposed to being on stage and in the thick of it himself, but West was enjoying it. It DID make his fingers itch to pick up his guitar and join in though, and he tapped them against his thigh without seeming to be aware of it.

But then a different sort of tapping got his attention. He turned just slightly and looked down, paused a bit and then recognition set in. West grinned cheerfully and pushed his sunglasses up on his head.

"You're early you know, I'm not on stage until nightfall." He said teasingly. Obviously there was plenty of reason to be here to see the other acts, he wasn't that egotistical.

There it was the spark of recognition in those crystal blue eyes that she had been hoping for. Good, she would have been terribly annoyed if the boy had failed to remember her, then again, who could forget someone as interesting as herself? Simply wasn’t possible. She easily returned his grin, her lightly tanned hand reaching up to play with a loose lock of her chestnut colored hair.

“Oh no? Goodness, then I suppose I ought to leave and come back later.” Justine dryly replied, her green eyes sparkling with their usual mischief, not that she had any plans for the boy, well she had, had plans, but with things going so well between herself and Jun, those plans had been effectively shelved. Didn’t mean she couldn’t be friendly though. “Did you ever go to that place we discussed?” Justine playfully said, moving just the tiniest bit closer, you know, so her could properly hear her, of course.

Lord, but he was pretty, boys shouldn’t be allowed to be this pretty when she wasn’t allowed to kiss them.

West wasn't completely clueless anymore, he knew she was flirting with him, but as usual he took it as harmless. What was the problem with that, right? Just being friendly. He liked her outfit, it was nice seeing girls go to some effort, and it definitely fit the whole music festival vibe.

"Well I guess it can't hurt to warm yourself up in preparation for later." West said casually, eyes twinkling. He glanced over her head briefly, toward the stage when they started another song, and reminded himself he needed to go over there and catch Chord at some point between performances.

West fixed his gaze back on the girl in front of him and he maybe blushed just slightly. "Ah... not yet. My drummer and I made plans though. Maybe we'll go tonight after the show." He grinned sheepishly.

Yeaaah no and he had no plan to ask Alice for permission for that little exodus either.

Best not to, really, he was only curious after all.

Angelina grinned when he agreed, and gracefully sat down, legs crossed. She'd worn fancy short trousers just to be able to act freely. She held his hand and lay her head on his shoulders. The music was too fast for that, but YOLO. They would dance yet. Hehehe.

"It is!" she exclaimed, "but if your back hurts or something, we can sit somewhere else."

Sophia side eyed her brother and her hands glided quite naturally to her hips so she could stand akimbo. What had they done to him where he traveled. "I don't fancy my parenting skills being questioned, and more importantly, when did you become so..." She waved her wand a bit as she searched for words..."dramatic."

She sucked her teeth again and relaxed her arms by her side.

"Well that's good! Merlin knows she deserves it. I don't think that woman has ever missed a day of school whether as a student or staff." That was discipline she could certainly admire.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about Bruce Wright." She glared momentarily at her brother. "Bentley will have to forgo things..legacy...wealth..all the things I was hoping to pass down to my grandchildren if the truth came out anymore...not that his silly mother is doing much to help. I will not take on the added stress of having to cover for 'the others'. Now..." she gritted her teeth."Will you change the subject or will I have to?"

Dramatic, eh? From the woman with her hands at her hips and the doom it all to an end if you don't knock it off look. He gave a simple shrug. "Spend long enough in Brazil and you find it happens." He thought the time in Egypt would have taken care of that but apparently not? Something he now knew he had to work at. "And it was never your parenting in question, rather, my niece's choices in life."

He found himself nodding along at his sister's comment. "How she did it, I'll never understand." As a boy he'd never been too keen on school despite being forced there anyway, so to find a woman that willingly dedicated her life to it. Rare. Madness.

And it would appear their current line of conversation would be getting them nowhere productive any time soon. Bruce sighed reluctantly, not willing to push any further if this was to be the only foreseeable outcome. "I picked up a few things for you in Cairo, artifacts and jewellery mostly. You should pick them up before I head off again."

He hadn't actually chosen the date of his next excursion as yet, but the unpredictability of the situation denoted that she not wait long.

Louisa had time to stare more at the boy's face while he stared back... and uttered her name-- real name, not some alias she used when she went out to far-away bars. Wow. "Yeah... oh Merlin, it's Emrys, right?" It hit her suddenly, and she laughed at the memory of their lone date in Hogwarts' grounds. Louisa got closer to the young man, totally checking him out. "You're taller." His face definitely had some stubble, too. Bonus!

This festival was starting to feel more like a reunion than a musical festival, but she wasn't complaining! "How have you been? Haven't seen you in years, but then again that might be my fault. I went to Wellington for my degree. How are you doing, though?" She repeated, holding the water bottle in both her hands.

Ivan sat on a couch in the tented area because he was that important. He watched all the people in mild amusement as he listened to the music trying to find someone he knew which he had yet to be successful at. But than again it wasn't as if he'd tried to keep up with his friends after school either.

He glanced at his watch and then up toward the main stage again. While he didn't mind music some of this stuff was more interesting than good. Where was Kalla? Only reason he was here was because she asked him after all. He had to fight his babysitter about staying home. Ivan chuckled at that and shook his head. Pym would probably kill him if he said babysitter out loud. The man still didn't know when to just leave him be though. Wasn't like anyone was going to try to kill him. For all they know he was a rich playboy who did nothing. He smiled and fussed with his cuff of his sleeve.

"Well then.." She tsked. "You should spend less time in Brazil. It's unbecoming of a man to be so bloody dramatic." Unbecoming...distasteful..she could think up a plethora of words to express her dislike of it. Lucky for her she had found a husband who for the most part complimented her rigid personality to a tea. 'Well I thought you would have been pleased to know that she took up combat. I find I'm less nervous about her being off on her own now."

"Artifacts and jewelry from Egypt!" Sophia's eyes lit up with excitement. New things for her office...new things to wear..old magic..ancient relics...she looked like she had just won the lottery."I hope we can plan a family trip to Egypt one day soon. We could visit a pyramid or something." And hopefully they could discover some accursed objects. Ooooh she would love that. "Bring the children along.."

Kalla was running late as usual. Ugh. She searched and searched... and then her eyes landed on him. Heh. He looked so pretentious. She loved it.

Making her way over she instantly plopped herself into his lap and hooked her arms around his neck. "Hey baby. Miss me?" Of course he did. She was awfully missable. And was he giving kisses?

Ivan started fussing with his other sleeve and he glanced at his watch again. Any later and he would mess with all of his clothes. It was at that time he looked up to see Kalla walking over.

He laughed when she sat on his lap and he wrapped his arms around her. "Of course I missed you." He smiled and gave her a kiss. "So what's the plan here?"

It was the cool, calm guys that always piqued her interest more than any others; the challenge of trying to rile them, make them blush or entice them was one Justine could never completely resist. Like how Jun was nearly impossible to tease unless you really knew him… And now that she was thinking of the Norean she felt… What was this? This weird feeling in her belly like she’d dropped from a tall height.

Was it…
Could it be….
Was Justine feeling Guilty? Guilty, about harmlessly flirting and feeling attracted to a beautiful boy? What. The. Hell.

“Hmm… Maybe not… And maybe the anticipation is just as fun as the main event too?” Justine might not have been talking completely about the concert. Harmless, totally harmless.

He blushed, she’d seen it, a light blush, but it was there none-the-less and the younger girl let her playful smile turn into a smirk. “You should. You can get in a few celebratory dances.” She laughed, the sound light and soft as it trickled past her lips. Why was she encouraging this? It was just fun was all, and Justine couldn’t help being an instigator.

And it wasn’t like she was offering him a dance or anything…. She definitely might have before though…

Oh there it was; Guilt, her new friend, what a pleasure.