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Mistletoe & Whine - Ursula Black - December 25, 2024
December 25th, 1894 — 12 Grimmauld Place, London
And then there were two. Ursula grimaced into her wine glass as she took a sip. Hopefully Elladora would be back, and sooner rather than later. In the meantime, it was just the two of them. That was fine, there was no need for them to interact, they'd probably only be alone for a few minutes at most anyway. She stared into the fireplace and tried to distract herself from the oppressive presence that was her husband. This was overall an unsuccessful endeavor. The silence only seemed to grow increasingly more suffocating as the minutes passed.
Finally, she broke. Today was tolerable. She really didn't feel like having any sort of conversation with Phineas, but she was sure if she'd let the silence stew any longer she would've screamed. She opened her mouth to make some vague comment about the children and presents and then decided she would sooner die than make such insipid smalltalk with her husband. How long are you staying for? She hadn't planned on sounding quite so blunt about it but she wasn't going to take it back either.
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RE: Mistletoe & Whine - Phineas Black - January 10, 2025
Tolerable until now. Trust Ursula to have so little self-control as to ruin the peace mere minutes in. His wine was yet untouched on the side table; he had taken up a book but had scarcely found his page again before she had begun whinging.
He raised an eyebrow at her, relieved only that there was no one else to hear the insolent way she had spoken to him. “Three days and you already cannot tolerate me?” Phineas drawled, because she had certainly made it sound as though she meant to be rid of him as soon as possible. “I might remind you that this is my house.” He frowned at her – for if anyone were aligned with a guest who had overstayed their welcome, it was not him. “But if you have plans you suppose I will impede by being here,” Phineas added, acidly, “pray don’t let that stop you.” What did she mean to do with herself? Embark on another sordid affair?
He raised an eyebrow at her, relieved only that there was no one else to hear the insolent way she had spoken to him. “Three days and you already cannot tolerate me?” Phineas drawled, because she had certainly made it sound as though she meant to be rid of him as soon as possible. “I might remind you that this is my house.” He frowned at her – for if anyone were aligned with a guest who had overstayed their welcome, it was not him. “But if you have plans you suppose I will impede by being here,” Phineas added, acidly, “pray don’t let that stop you.” What did she mean to do with herself? Embark on another sordid affair?
RE: Mistletoe & Whine - Ursula Black - January 12, 2025
Like constellations imploding in the night
Everything is turning, everything is turning
Everything is turning, everything is turning
Despite the fact that she'd been unintentionally harsh, she didn't see that it justified the level of snottiness that came back at her. It filled her with such immediate helpless fury that she easily weep angry tears if she wasn't careful. As such, she felt incredibly defensive and absolutely no inclination to be anything at all resembling diplomatic. Three days and I ought to know by now how many more days my guest- sorry, husband, intends to stay, she snapped back. It was no reflection on how tolerable your company is, although I can now confirm it is significantly less tolerable than it was before. Ursula took an ample sip of her wine and doubled down on willing her sister-in-law back into the room. She could leave, but then why should she? It might be 'his house' but she spent more time there. As far as she was concerned 'his house' was Hogwarts.
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RE: Mistletoe & Whine - Phineas Black - February 21, 2025
No reflection on how tolerable he was? “You might tell that to your tone,” he countered. Though Ursula’s instant aggravation at this only made him more secure in the conviction she could not wait to be rid of him again – she was trying to prod him into leaving.
Well: he could be just as perfectly intransigent, and see how she liked it. He would have to stay longer than he had planned. “Pupils return on the 4th,” Phineas declared – and while usually he would have gotten in several days of peace before they did, he might suffer to stay here instead. His lip curled, either at the thought of enduring that much time with her or at the generous gulp of wine she had just taken. “But if that is too long for you to bear my presence, you are at liberty to impose on a friend’s hospitality instead.” It would look dreadful, for her to flee her own family at Christmas – but then Ursula never deigned to make things easy.
Well: he could be just as perfectly intransigent, and see how she liked it. He would have to stay longer than he had planned. “Pupils return on the 4th,” Phineas declared – and while usually he would have gotten in several days of peace before they did, he might suffer to stay here instead. His lip curled, either at the thought of enduring that much time with her or at the generous gulp of wine she had just taken. “But if that is too long for you to bear my presence, you are at liberty to impose on a friend’s hospitality instead.” It would look dreadful, for her to flee her own family at Christmas – but then Ursula never deigned to make things easy.
RE: Mistletoe & Whine - Ursula Black - May 3, 2025
Like constellations imploding in the night
Everything is turning, everything is turning
Everything is turning, everything is turning
Was he implying that he intended to leave with the children and not before? How irregular, suspiciously so. She narrowed her eyes at him. Very thoughtful of you, but I shan't be going anywhere. If that disappoints you, you may want to reconsider your own plans. As she crisply delivered the last sentence, she felt a wave of unwelcome emotion that she was determined not to acknowledge and which immediately frustrated her for having been so easily provoked. An sudden realization came to her and quelled much of her emotional disturbance. If you are going to be here until the fourth, you shall have to accompany me to a dinner on the second. That would smoke him out.
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RE: Mistletoe & Whine - Phineas Black - May 6, 2025
Every conversation they had seemed to fall to a stalemate – in what he supposed was a stalemate of a marriage.
He would have to lock himself in his study here as he did the Headmaster’s office at home Hogwarts to make it through to the end of the holidays, but Phineas had already resolved to endure it that way when Ursula mentioned a dinner. He didn’t ask her whose it was, because it didn’t matter in the slightest – he wasn’t going. Living in the same residence was one thing, but needlessly accompanying her to dinners?
“You mean to say you have not already sent the hosts my apologies?” Phineas challenged, cynically. He presumed Ursula leapt at the bit to return all her RSVPs without bothering to ask him to come, because she was so clearly glad when he wasn’t here. And if she had declined on his behalf, assuming he would not be here, well – evidently it would be rude to attend unexpectedly, and so he would be free to stay here in peace.
He would have to lock himself in his study here as he did the Headmaster’s office at home Hogwarts to make it through to the end of the holidays, but Phineas had already resolved to endure it that way when Ursula mentioned a dinner. He didn’t ask her whose it was, because it didn’t matter in the slightest – he wasn’t going. Living in the same residence was one thing, but needlessly accompanying her to dinners?
“You mean to say you have not already sent the hosts my apologies?” Phineas challenged, cynically. He presumed Ursula leapt at the bit to return all her RSVPs without bothering to ask him to come, because she was so clearly glad when he wasn’t here. And if she had declined on his behalf, assuming he would not be here, well – evidently it would be rude to attend unexpectedly, and so he would be free to stay here in peace.
RE: Mistletoe & Whine - Ursula Black - May 24, 2025
Like constellations imploding in the night
Everything is turning, everything is turning
Everything is turning, everything is turning
In truth, she had already RSVP'd and had done so saying Phineas would likely be unable to make it. Even after all these years she was still reluctant to let on just how absent he was and how predictably so. Of course most people would be able to predict it for themselves at this point, but she didn't care to make it sound as though she too could expect her own husband, weeks in advance, to flee the family home as soon as he could. He didn't know how lucky he was that she still tried to publicly maintain the illusion that their marriage was anything but amicable.
I have not, though they will likely be surprised all the same. Not at surprised as she would be. She took another sip of her wine and wondered how, if he was to be home, that he could possibly excuse not accompanying her. Ursula suddenly frowned and looked down at her glass, disgusted to find it was empty.
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RE: Mistletoe & Whine - Phineas Black - June 7, 2025
“And what do you expect me to gain from attending this dinner of yours, were I to?” Phineas asked, because if there was no objective other than socialising and merriment, he would rather feign illness, he thought. He was being intransigent for the mere sake of it, probably, because he was only half-paying attention to the conversation (– argument? –), and half-pretending to read his book.
He was not actually paying attention to the book, because he was too busy grimacing in distaste at how quickly she had polished off that wine. He sorely hoped she would not have another. He despised the propensity for overindulgence merely because it was a holiday.
(And he presumed the more glasses she drank, the less quiet she would be.)
He was not actually paying attention to the book, because he was too busy grimacing in distaste at how quickly she had polished off that wine. He sorely hoped she would not have another. He despised the propensity for overindulgence merely because it was a holiday.
(And he presumed the more glasses she drank, the less quiet she would be.)
RE: Mistletoe & Whine - Ursula Black - June 22, 2025
Like constellations imploding in the night
Everything is turning, everything is turning
Everything is turning, everything is turning
Her dinner! I expect our friends will be less likely to think you derelict of duty as a husband and gentleman of society if you attend. By now she was holding her empty glass out just far enough that it might look as though she was gesturing to him for a refill but not so blatantly as to be indecent. Especially if I arrive alone and am forced to mention that you're not yet back at Hogwarts, that would look rather like a snub. At this point she couldn't really bring herself to care, she'd attended more society events alone during their marriage than with him. One could only be sensitive about it for so long before the feeling scabbed over and scarred.
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