Dora was the little patch of warmth on Elijah’s chest. He pressed a kiss to the top of her delicate skull and looked over to see his cousins bickering amongst themselves once more as Finn put the kettle on the stove. Elijah caught bits of their argument. It was, naturally, concerning their sister who had gone on a trip around the world the year before. Since then she’d found six ‘Mr. Right’s’ and had eight relationships based on the thrills of sex in public places. The letter they’d gotten a week or so ago told them that she was coming home, bringing with her the seventh Mr. Right. Apparently he was a blend of both types – therefore making him perfection. Elijah was sceptical but he wouldn’t fault her if she’d finally found ‘him’. As it was she was probably pregnant. That didn’t seem to surprise the twins either when Adam suggested it.
It wasn’t a moment later that Harry returned, his face thunderous. The lads quickly fell silent and Elijah smirked a little. Harry sat himself down in his chair and Elijah looked over at him, watching as his one-time lover dragged the Daily Prophet towards him in an attempt to distract himself. Elijah made to say something but he was quickly drawn away from Harry by Mira. Elijah swallowed and looked over at his wife who expected him to come up with some sort of outing. Elijah pursed his lips a little before glancing over at his cousins who were busying themselves with their task. He didn’t know what the kids wanted to do. He was more interested in family-related hijinks at the moment. It was times like these when he was talking about the state of dress of his cousins and while he was with Harry that Elijah forgot that he was a father and the head of the family; he forgot all about that. It made him feel guilty, obviously, but he didn’t think of it much at the time.
Thankfully he was removed from having to answer his wife’s doppelganger because Astrid hadn’t quite given up the theatrics just yet. She stormed back into the kitchen with Drinian in her arms. She made a show of slapping Harry and shoving the child into his arms before whirling out, leaving Caitlyn and Mikhail to stare at their mother with open mouths. Harry swore and got to his feet. Elijah would have made to go after him but he stayed wisely where he was. Harry handed Drinian to Finn’s wife, Mia, and stormed out after his wife, shouting at her once more and leaving the children to stare awkwardly after them. Thankfully, something else happened next, something that distracted all of them from the marital problems of Mr. and Mrs. Harrow.
Valantin came home.
Elijah didn’t know exactly how he was related to them. Well, he did, but it hurt his brain to think about it. Valentin was the second son of Avdotia and Niko Petrov, the latter of whom was the son of Draholmira Davoska who in turn was the daughter of Nikolai Davoska who was the son of Rada Krum who was and is to this day, Elijah’s great aunt. Valantin was the second son out of six boys if Elijah remembered rightly. What he couldn’t remember was whether or not Valantin was the Quidditch player or whether that was Dmitry and Valantin was the lawyer. Elijah’s query was answered when Valantin walked in, already dressed in the Quidditch kit of the Falmouth Falcons. Elijah grinned at him and Valantin gave a bow, his dark red hair falling into his eyes. He stuck his hand into the pocket of his cream trousers and produced a wad of box tickets to the match for that afternoon.
The Falcons vs. The Cannons.
“Tell me you love me,” Valantin boasted, looking around the room in search of someone willing to give him a little bit of the love he sought. When no one moved, Val made a face. “C’mon...don’t give me that. I busted my ass to get these tickets for you lazy arseholes-”
“Yeah I bet he did,” Finn snorted at his brother’s comment and Valantin glared before waltzing over to Alice, a cheeky smile on his face.
“Little Miss Krum, your daddy’s cousin, a.ka. moi, is taking you and your little family – plus whoever else wants to come – to a Quidditch game. How about it, Mi-Mi?” Val asked, looking at Mira. “I promise I won’t die and I promise you’ll all have fun. How often is it that you go out to see Quidditch? Daddy might even be forced to play, Ali, Merlin knows we need a half-decent Beater/Chaser cross.” Valantin winked at Elijah and there was a thump from above them, followed by more shouting. Valantin looked up curiously and grinned. “Trouble in Harrow Paradise?” He asked, followed by a smirk.