The house was filled to the brim with excitement. Daddy was home.
Elijah hadn’t been in five minutes before he found himself kneeling on the floor of the sitting room playing Wizarding Monopoly with his cousins and his children. Finn and Euan were the bankers so they could cheat and Elisabeth was lying on the floor across from them, glaring over the top of her book. Harry was lying on the sofa drinking Butterbeer and Elijah’s father, Viktor, was sitting in the armchair watching the game curiously. Elijah’s children, Fauve and Thierry, were winning it seemed; or they had the most money between them – one or the two. Elijah was on Elisabeth’s side. That way everyone was in twos. He had a feeling that Finn and Euan had already foreseen the outcome of the game. They would no doubt bend the rules to ensure they won.
“So how exactly do you play this game?” Harry asked Elijah who was staring quizzically at the Galleons he’d been given by Finn. They weren’t real, either. Elijah shrugged and Harry smirked, shaking his head as he did so. Victor left his seat in the arm chair and sat down on the floor behind Fauve and Thierry. He picked the two up and placed them in his lap. Fauve showed him the money she and Thierry had and jingled the charm bracelet at her grandfather. Elijah smiled and caught sight of the ‘R’ encrusted with sapphire stones. His eyebrows came together in thought as he wondered where he’d seen it before. It certainly hadn’t been on Fauve’s bracelet. It wasn’t something he could hold. No, it was on paper. Elijah decided to pay it no mind and was taken out of the polluted thoughts by Harry who decided to lie down beside him.
He leaned close to Elijah’s ear and whispered, “Tell me again how you play?” The blatant innuendo did not go unheard by Harry’s sister who glared at her elder brother. The dark-haired northern-Bulgarian smiled innocently in response and plucked Elijah’s money out of his hands. “Okay,” he said decisively. “I want to buy Diagon Alley.”
Finn screwed his face up in indignation. “Well you can’t, arse! Lis isn’t there yet because she’s crap at this game! Fauve can buy it!” Elijah snorted back his laughter and watched as his daughter handed over the money to the devil, oh sorry, to her second cousin in exchange for a small red house. “Okay Lis, roll the dice!”