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a home is made by
a feeling
not a place
⇸ |24| a difference
Narcissa fiddled nervously with her sweater as she and Cathal waited for the arrival of Vivian and Aaron. The Leaky Cauldron was mostly empty, but the girl had her hood up, hiding the blonde hair that would surely give her away to anyone who might happen to know her. She knew she could never be too careful, they'd never know who could be lurking about.
"There they are," Cathal pointed out, a happy note in his tone.
Narcissa turned as her two friends walked towards her, both of them also in sweaters hiding their features from curious, prying eyes.
Narcissa hugged them both as they reached where her and Cathal were waiting, "I'm so happy you guys came."
"Of course we came," Aaron exclaimed, a large grin on his lips before he turned to Cathal, "Donovan mate, nice to finally meet you properly. Thanks for inviting us."
Cathal shook his outstretched hand, a large smile on his face as well, "Of course, any friend of Narcissa's is welcome." He then turned to Vivian, his smile not faltering despite her uneasy expression, "Vivian, I'm really happy you decided to come, Narcissa talks about you both all the time."
Vivian smirked, a mask of arrogance quickly replacing her nerves, "Well of course she does, what isn't there to talk about?"
Narcissa rolled her eyes as Cathal chuckled slightly, "My mum hasn't stopped baking practically all month, so I hope for your own sake, you both have a sweet tooth."
Aaron grinned as they prepared to apparate, "Mate, give me a platter of sweets and I'll devour it in seconds."
The Donovan home was quiet when they returned, besides a quiet tune that sounded from the record player in the living room.
Vivian and Aaron glanced about curiously as they all removed their shoes and placed them neatly on the mat beside the door.
"You have a lovely home," Aaron commented as his gaze roamed.
"Yes," Vivian agreed, the uneasiness returning to her eyes, "it is very...homey."
"Thank you?" Cathal questioned a smile on his lips, as he wasn't entirely sure whether she meant it as a compliment or not, but Narcissa knew she did. The Avery Manor was much like her own house, dark and cold. In comparison the Donovan home was warm and exuded a welcoming that they had never encountered.
Suddenly Margo appeared at the top of the stairs, gracefully she made her way down, "Oh, you're back!" She exclaimed before she called over her shoulder, "Caine! Caius! Our guests are here!"
Aaron smiled as she approached, offering his hand, "Thank you for having us Mrs. Donovan," he glanced behind her as the two other men appeared, "and Mr. Donovan."
