27th May, 1891 — Just outside the Kirke flat, Bartonburg
Not two weeks into being married, Tybalt was still basking in the novelty of it. He was – tired, because there had been a lot of change and the associated stress of having a pregnant wife all of a sudden, and he was trying to keep up with work and although he was very much happy about all this, his sleeping habits had been a little impeded by Elsie’s bouts of morning sickness. In spite of that, seeing her at the end of the day was easily the best part of it, and Tybalt, leaving the Ministry at a much faster clip now that he had a place to be, sometimes even made it home before Elsie did from the library.
He must have been a little too early today, though, because there was someone lurking on the street outside their Bartonburg building, which must mean Elsie was not home yet either. “Oi,” he exclaimed, his mouth setting in a stubborn line at the sight of him. “What are you doing here?” Attempting to stop by to visit his cousin, presumably – but Tybalt wasn’t feeling generous enough towards Sebastian Beauregard right now to give him the benefit of any doubt; not when his first instinct here was to grab him by the scruff of his shirt and sock him one in the face.
Because he’d heard exactly what Sebastian had said to Elsie when he had visited her last week, and Elsie might have forgiven the initial questioning thereafter, but he had not. He’d expected Lucinda Cavanaugh to be angry and terrible about all this, but – how long had Sebastian known him through Hogwarts? And was that really what he thought?
Sebastian Beauregard
He must have been a little too early today, though, because there was someone lurking on the street outside their Bartonburg building, which must mean Elsie was not home yet either. “Oi,” he exclaimed, his mouth setting in a stubborn line at the sight of him. “What are you doing here?” Attempting to stop by to visit his cousin, presumably – but Tybalt wasn’t feeling generous enough towards Sebastian Beauregard right now to give him the benefit of any doubt; not when his first instinct here was to grab him by the scruff of his shirt and sock him one in the face.
Because he’d heard exactly what Sebastian had said to Elsie when he had visited her last week, and Elsie might have forgiven the initial questioning thereafter, but he had not. He’d expected Lucinda Cavanaugh to be angry and terrible about all this, but – how long had Sebastian known him through Hogwarts? And was that really what he thought?
