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April 6th, 1888 - Thom's House on Ruby Road

Thom Pettigrew

It wasn't often David spent any amount of extended time in Hogsmeade really. He preferred his travels but there were certainly lulls in his job. Spring actually seemed to be the worst time for his job and he often found himself loitering around Hogsmeade much more than he wanted to. He'd actually gotten his rooms at Excalibur's to go through a couple of weeks. With any luck, he'd be gone before the season got into full swing. That would be the plan at least.

Regardless of what was to happen, he had to stop in and see his eldest brother at least once, especially since he'd heard of a rather interesting article featuring Albert. He'd managed to get his hands on the Daily Prophet with the article in it and had it under one arm as well as a bottle of a tequila from Mexico. It was a strange kind, not a typical tequila, one called mezcal. The interesting part was the worm in the bottom. He'd heard many stories about the origin of it, each one different from the last, so he really didn't know what the real reason was behind it. What he did know, was that the person to get the worm in the end was supposed to be graced with good luck for a year. That was the one part of the story that never seemed to change so he'd decided to gift a bottle of it to his brother.

He'd knocked on the front door and was eventually let in by a manservant before being announced into his brother's study where Thom was siting behind his desk doing whatever it was he had to do. "I come with gifts and to have a good laugh about our brother getting his ass handed to him by a veela," he said with a smirk as he sauntered into the room to sit at one of the chairs before the desk and to set the Prophet and bottle of tequila down on it.
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Thom had been avoiding the issue of Albert's misadventure with the veela since it had occurred in the papers, which turned out to be easy to do. None of his usual acquaintances seemed inclined to bring it up, and though Thom certainly had opinions on it, he would't bring it up himself for fear of recalling memories of his own misadventure with a veela. The encounter he'd had seemed like a distant memory by now — it had been several years ago, barely a year after the death of his first wife — but it was an event which bore particularly negative memories for him. Not so much the event itself, but rather the social implications that had followed; it was difficult to excuse his behavior under the influence of the inhuman woman he had spent nearly two full days in the thrall of.

He didn't know how to react, then, when his youngest brother brought the subject up so blatantly. The inclusion of a gift, and by all appearances an alcoholic one, did much to soothe Thom's worries that the conversation might take a turn towards his own prior misbehavior. At the very least there was something normal about simply sleeping with a Veela — that was more or less the whole point of them — but he did have to admit that Albert's predicament was slightly more embarrassing.

Thom glanced at the headline, but didn't pick up the paper; he'd already read the article in question. "It does take a special sort of person to be rejected by a creature who exists to seduce men," he allowed, turning his attention towards the bottle atop the paper. Picking it up and squinting at the worm at the bottom of the bottle, he asked, "Has this gone off since you came back?"

(Where was David even coming back from, anyway? Thom couldn't be bothered to keep track of these things).


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David laughed in agreement to what his brother said about Albert. David wasn't so great with ladies himself but he had yet to be attacked by one the way his boring brother had been. And though the conversation about Albert would certainly be a funny one, he tried not to talk about him too much if it could be helped. There was a reason he hardly spoke to the other brother if he coudl help it, after all. The two could never really seem to get along and constantly butted head.

He shook his head instead as he looked to the bottle he had placed on the desk before him. "It's a Mexican delicacy," he said with a shrug, "It's actually added to the liquor intentionally. They say it's added to see if the mezcal is actually fit to drink. I was also told quite frequently that whoever gets the worm at the end of the bottle is to be blessed with good fortune and luck for a year." He reached over and opened the bottle then and nodded to his brother for glasses to pour some of it into. Once done, he slid one to his brother and raised his glass.

"To good fortune and not being attacked by a veela," he said with a smirk before downing his own drink, grimacing at the burn he felt it trail down his throat and into his gut. "It's a wonder anyone can even finish a bottle," he said with a cough and slight shake of his head but still moved to pour another shot of it anyways.
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The assumption that the two of them would be drinking it together made the alcoholic gift much less enticing, but with only a slight frown Thom levitated a few glasses down from the tray on the shelf. Was it even a gift if his brother was going to open it right here in the study and start pouring it? He might as well have just invited himself over to get drunk. Not that Thom was opposed to sitting around and getting drunk, as a general rule, but neither of his younger brothers would have been his first choice for company if he were planning the evening himself. Then again, he wasn't sure that he'd be ready to break out a bottle with a worm in the bottom with company (except maybe August and Leon), so its usefulness for entertaining was rather limited to begin with.

He took the drink after David took his, just in case this was some sort of a prank, and took a conservative sip rather than downing the entire amount. The flavor was unusual, but he could compare it to a handful of other things — it had a smoked quality like a certain kind of whisky or scotch, but it was far too sweet for that. Of course, the warm burn of the alcohol itself was present, as well. He wasn't sure it was his favorite thing he'd ever tried, but he didn't feel inclined to choke on it, like his younger brother apparently did.

"Are you sure that's how you're meant to drink it?" Thom asked with an incredulous eyebrow raise. Perhaps if he sipped his drink like a gentleman instead of gulping it like a peasant, he might be able to hold it down!




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