Lola .

Only missing @vesperverse.bsky.social . .

“Why is he even looking for you? You left the darker side of this place behind years ago.”

“Except he didn’t go inside, just kept demanding for you.”

“That copper of yours was hanging around the front of the club last night.” @sohoisms.bsky.social

Knowing her best friend would be in no state to drive, she got back in the drivers seat and started the car up.

Flooring it as she glanced between her and the road. “It was muggles who found him, they don’t know about st Mungo’s, they thought they were helping.”

“I’m fine, it’s not my blood.” She reassured her, as she began to try dragging her from the house to her car.

“It’s Orion, he snuck into the club while it was closed. They found him with a knife, unconscious and bleeding out. They took him to a muggle hospital.”

She’s bursting into @sohoisms.bsky.social’s house, there’s blood on her hands and she’s out of breath. “Alexandria! You need to come quick!”

Roommates? No. Best friends? Yes.

She has had nights with his daughter, but only to protect her from Jack. Jack is obscenely cruel to her.

She doesn’t have a set schedule, exactly. She only works when Alexandria does.

she’s itching to off her, she’s fed up with her trying to flirt with Alex.

those better not be blanks, she knows exactly who they can start with.

so . . when is she going to see him again? @vesperverse.bsky.social

And where is the invite for her best friend?

She’s sitting down at the bar with a loud huff. “I can’t tell if your dad’s interested or not.” @soholovedoll.bsky.social

Moving behind the bar as he answered her question, she started pouring him a fresh glass of his favoured drink.

“Are you surprised? There’s a reason Jack can’t give her just any clients, she’s got syphilis.” She responded. Maybe she was a little.

She’s standing behind @vesperverse.bsky.social with her arms folded, and she’s far from impressed. “Why were you talking to that walking std?”

He had, but she didn’t want it to seem so obvious. Women don’t usually go around gawking at their best friends fathers . .

No matter how much dilf vibes they give off.

. . Immediately diverting her attention to her customers at the bar.

She’s the one with the Veela genes, yet she’s the one gawking.

// tempting me rn

-- you, I knew he was keen, so I got him in contact with your mother and she did the rest of the work.”

“The fortune teller is my mother, but they’re not frauds in our world like the muggles seem to think they are here.” She nodded.

“He didn’t know he was there to meet you. I told him about the club to get him here and because he was growing bored with his usual haunt. Then when he saw --

-- father forced him into, and I knew if your mother met him, she’d see he’d be a good man to you.”

“I never told you this, but he’s actually a distant cousin of mine, on my mother’s side. I made it so that you’d meet him, I told him about the club and I put him in contact with your mother.” She explained, hoping Sandie wouldn’t get angry.

“He wanted out of that wretched marriage his --

“Why else would you have married him? Have you forgotten you hate men?” She was just trying to make sense of it all, after everything she went through at the club.

“If he came back and did that, he’s fighting for you? A door can always be replaced, but a person can’t.”

“Is that the only reason he’s still alive?” She asked curiously, it was she’d gone soft for this one man.

“He sounds like he’s selfish, what else has he done?”

“What did he do? I can get rid of him and make it look an accident.” She suggested, brushing her hair back to be able to see her face properly.

“Is that what he told you?”

Setting the brand new shoebox aside, she’s slipping her heels off and climbing under the covers with her.

“What are you doing back in this dump of a town? I thought you married that rich, depressed dilf?”

Poking to see if she’s alive.