In Pureblood society, dinners were always important. They were second, only just below balls and seasonal parties. This dinner was to bring the family together again. Elijah couldn't claim to be excited about it. He was in fact dreading it because Viktor had taken it upon himself to invite the Anderson's. As if being at home wasn't a reminder enough; he had to go and invite them. Some father.
Elijah could hear Viktor not too far down the corridor, in Cecilia's room, babbling about how interesting it was to bird watch. Elijah couldn't say he agreed. Thankfully he had less insane company. He had his cousins and his children with him, watching him intently as he straightened his tie. The twins had disappeared downstairs, leaving only Adam, Elisabeth and Harry behind, sitting on the bed with Fauve and Thierry.
"You're doing it wrong." Elisabeth observed, watching Elijah in the mirror. She smirked as the artist pursed his lips and sighed in frustration. She loved it when he became annoyed.
Elisabeth slipped off of the bed, her dress falling neatly around her long body without wrinkles, and glided over to where her cousin stood. She swatted his hands away and carefully slid the tie up, treating it with much more respect than he had been. She smirked again when Eli's face contorted into one of even more frustration and she let out a laugh.
"Are you looking forward to what the House Elves have prepared?" Harry asked from the bed.
Elijah turned and met the eldest Harrow's gaze. He was suited and booted, just like every other male in the household. Even Thierry had a little suit on. Elijah couldn't deny how delectable Harry looked. He was off limits though, once again. In the last month, he'd gotten himself a girlfriend. They seemed serious enough. Elijah was just glad he was happy. He couldn't help but notice how the less than platonic feelings towards Harry had began to ebb away. He was glad of it. It just made things complicated.
"I am!" Fauve piped up, filling the awkward silence. "Do you think there will be chocolate?"
It was at that moment when Anka Harrow swept in, her long grey hair pulled up into a bun. Elijah smiled at his grandmother and allowed her to kiss him. She then crossed the room to the bed. She held her arms out for Fauve and the eager child climbed into her great-grandmother's embrace.
"Of course there will be chocolate, little Fauve." Anka told the girl, leaning down to kiss Thierry on both cheeks. She rose back up to her full, impressive height and held her spare hand out for the little French boy. "Come Thierry, the Elves have a dessert for you both to sample."
Elijah followed his grandmother out and kept an eye on the trio as they walked down the hall. He stopped outside Cecilia's door and knocked. He opened the door and stepped inside to find his father still babbling. Elijah smirked and looked at his sister. She looked better, somewhat.
"Do you have a lighter?" He asked. He'd mentally become lenient about the smoking. The way Eli saw it...if he didn't have a ciggy then she probably would.