Oct. 22, 1892 - Near Interlaken, Switzerland
Belphoebe Lestrange had picked the honeymoon location. The couple had taken a portkey to the magical hotel in Switzerland at the end of the reception, arriving after the sun set in the atrium of a classically-themed respite for the wealthy. They were brought up a lavish spiral staircase and to their room, with a chandelier hanging over the bed. The blankets were plush and white, and the vanity to the side had a bottle of wine on it. The air was one of honeymooned luxury, and Cash felt uncomfortable — he'd felt uncomfortable all day. If Belphoebe picked the place, they were probably being watched.
He wondered if his new wife spoke French. She was French, and also a woman, so — probably she did. Had Belphoebe considered that?
She, of course, likely didn't feel any better than Cash did. Adrienne Lestrange, they were married now, and Cash had no doubt that they were going to have to share this bed tonight. He predominately felt a sense of loss; of Theo, of his friendships, of Quidditch. They weren't set up for success in this marriage, were they?
"Would you like some wine?" Cash asked.
Adrienne Lestrange
He wondered if his new wife spoke French. She was French, and also a woman, so — probably she did. Had Belphoebe considered that?
She, of course, likely didn't feel any better than Cash did. Adrienne Lestrange, they were married now, and Cash had no doubt that they were going to have to share this bed tonight. He predominately felt a sense of loss; of Theo, of his friendships, of Quidditch. They weren't set up for success in this marriage, were they?
"Would you like some wine?" Cash asked.
MJ made this!