How Cliché | Sirius Black x OC

Chapter 5

 Evelyn's father had gotten a job at the Ministry of Magic in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and her mother didn't have to work but decided she wasn't going to sit around and do house chores all day, so she decided to open up a bakery in Diagon Alley as they could afford it with her fathers new salary.

 Evelyn's father came from a rather wealthy family so her grandparents had offered them a Tudor styled home outside a village that was located in Essex County. Her mother had immediately taken a likening to the house, as did Evelyn.

 When they had first arrived things were already set up, her grandmother had taken on the job of designing Evelyn's bedroom- which had scared her at first, but she found the good sized room beautifully decorated. It had a rather rustic look to it, but was still girlish in it's own way.

 Jemison's room wasn't anything special- just light yellow walls with a dresser and bed held up by a metal frame. When he mentioned this Samson had simply said, " You're not staying here long, so why bother?"

 The Truelove kids had met their grandparents before, it just wasn't common what so ever for the elderly couple to come to the states.

 Her grandmother, Florence Truelove, was a rather haughty lady- to Lindsey and everyone else she met.  Lindsey couldn't really stand her mother in law while Evelyn adored her and Florence adore Evelyn.

 The few times Samson's parents had come to the states Florence made sure to comment on everything Lindsey did, hovering over her and making sounds of disapproval. Lindsey would only grit her teeth and bite her tongue, willing herself not to whoop the older woman's ass.

 Evelyn was rather taken with the country, the old buildings and country side- the history and culture surrounding it. Jemison had took one look at the cars driving on the left side of the road and told them all he didn't like it.

 It was days like this Evelyn loved, when she was with family, simply spending her time with them. They were currently visiting with her grandparents.

 Evelyn was sitting in her grandfather's lap, in her hands held an old photo album, filled to the brim with pictures of her father and his old school friends.

 Her father, who was seventeen at the time wore his Ravenclaw Quidditch Robes with pride and a smile, his two friends beside him grinning and swinging their beaters bats around.

 " Your father was a great player," August Truelove mused, " I remember the day he gave up his gear for a suit and tie- your grandmother ensured it."

 Evelyn let a giggle escape her lips, " He looks like Jem." she laughed.

 Before he could say anything Jemsion came through the doors and tripped on a loose floor board, the Truelove's English Bulldog, Tulip, took this chance to rush over and attack Jemison in a rather crude way- well that's what Evelyn was left to think as August put his weathered hand over her eyes.

 Jemison let out an indignant shout, " What the- TULIP!" he all but shrieked.

 Evelyn's vision was restored as her grandfather removed his hand. She laughed as Jemison got up.

 " Oh Tulip you could do so much better." she cooed.

 Tulip seemed to agree as he huffed, causing his slobber to go everywhere. He trotted off and Jemison followed behind.

 August leaned down and whispered, " But I think Jemison is smarter than your father was." he joked.

 Evelyn rolled her eyes playfully, " Oh I bet."

~w~

 It was an hour later and the two couples were sitting down, the tension between the two women could've been cut with a knife.

 " Oh, so you're opening a bakery in Diagon Alley?" asked Florence, her words coming out polished and clear.

 Lindsey nodded, shooting her mother-in- law a fake smile laced with irritation, " Yes ma'am, I've been told I'm good in the kitchen."

 Florence shook her head not making eye contact, and took another sip of tea. Lindsey simply crossed her legs and dabbed her mouth with her napkin, definitely not wanting to break the fragile china in her hands.

 August eyed his wife warily, then looked to his son, Samson looked back at his father with the same look in his eyes. Words did not pass between them- only the unspoken truth, both men were scared to death.

 " Why not stay at home and do the gardening, cooking, and cleaning?" Florence asked.

 Samson felt his palms begin to sweat as his wife sent his mother a tight smile.

 " Well with Jemison looking for a job, and Evelyn at school I'll be just sitting at home all day, because household chores can get somewhat boring." she answered briskly, taking a sip of the steaming liquid.

 Florence looked at Lindsey with curious green eyes, her thin lips set in a line, " Should a lady not stay at home, doing the cooking, cleaning, and gardening ? Is it not her responsibility as a proper woman," 

 Samson and August were horrified, the atmosphere seemed to shift with the women's mood as they stared each other down like animals getting ready to pounce on each other as soon as one of them moved. 

 " I believe a real woman shouldn't give into society's expectations and be her own person." she stated tightly, staring at the woman, as if daring her to argue.  

 The smallest of smiles slipped onto Florence's face, " Hmmm," she hummed, setting her tea down ," Come Lindsey, I have a few recipes you can use." 

 If Lindsey was surprised she didn't show it, but she followed the other lady into the kitchen without question.

 Samson and August let out a breath and then turned to each other before shaking their heads, women- they'll never understand. 

 " So," began August, " Evelyn is starting school, what house do you think she'd be in?" 

 Samson smiled, " That's the thing, I don't really know, but I'd think she'd make a great Ravenclaw." 

 August laughed, " Well she has the stubbornness of a Gryffindor, and trust me I used to live with them." he said referring to his days at Hogwarts, where he was sorted into Gryffindor. 

 Samson shook his head, " Evelyn a Gryffindor? No, there is no way she'd be put there- yes she is selfless but not so selfless she's absent of any common sense." 

 August shrugged, " Hufflepuff?" 

 Samson repeated the movement, " There is absolutely no telling, she could be a Slytherin for all we know, but I'm leaning toward Ravenclaw,"