[OPEN] Trust Fund Babies and the Ocean

If it had been possible to board a yacht unobtrusively, that's what Selwyn would have done. He wasn't even really supposed to be here, but the novelty of his species could apparently make up for his lack of purity.

He was definitely regretting bringing Shylock along. For someone who spent so much of his time aiming to infuriate people, Shylock was remarkably timid when it came to these particular people.

"It's no different from school, just act like you belong here," he advised.

The drinks were already flowing and the boys - for some reason, Selwyn found he could never think of these people as men - were deep in conversation. They all seemed far more intent than the occasion merited.

Gabby had shown up sloshed and planned on not being apart of his own attempts to get home. His preference was that this day on the boat would fade into the dark oblivion of a drunken stupor and he would awake to be off this boat. He honestly didn't care where. He just wanted to get there now. Now, now, now.

He finished off his drink and fumbled to place it on a patio chair. He turned and looked around, blinking out the sunshine as he sniffed, eyes watering, nose crinkling. He glanced around, eyes bleary and cheeks filling up with air. He dispelled them and turned, eyes scanning.

Hey, there was Thorfinn and his friend. More guys who weren't actually purebloods but who had suffered through the dinners and the talks of marriage. Kin. But, more importantly, they were standing next to one of the many coolers.

He stumbled that way and lifted the lid off of the cooler, grabbing a beer, before looking up at them both. "Hey. What... What's your poison?" He blinked and cleared his throat, lifting a beer can temptingly.

Caleb, meanwhile, was teasing Nott. "Not all of us are given brides who so easily adore us. Why she would adore you, though..." he smirked, clinking his glass against the other man's glass, an assurance he was kidding.

But they were getting somewhere. Caleb had no idea that this booze cruise would turn into a Save Avery cruise, but he was willing to go with anything that broke up the routine. "The kids know a guy, and we're all in the know! Let's do this, huh?"

At least Selwyn was letting him cling. It didn't prevent him feeling like a child for needing someone to hold onto, and that was a strange feeling, because when he'd been a child, Shylock would never have dreamed of trying to hold anyone's hand.

The boat was nothing like what Shylock had imagined. When Selwyn had mentioned purebloods and yacht in the same sentence, he'd assumed some kind of catamaran, not this mini-cruise liner. Maybe the purebloods didn't hate muggles as much as they professed.

Shylock stared at the guy, already completely wasted, as he offered them drinks. Was that him, six months ago?

"No poison for me," he replied.

Then Flint had called out, Shylock missed what that was all about but Selwyn was leading him across the deck toward the others and now he was all nerves.

Relax. Enjoy the eyecandy.

A shiver had crept along Alexander's spine as it became apparent that Avery's bride-to-be wasn't in fact pure blood. Of course seven eighths was a fare share of pure but there was still that drop of impurity that would only become more diluted if the two were to bare children.

Before the Nott could dwell too much on this fact and the discomfort that it caused him to become more consciously aware that blood purity was becoming a dying tradition before his very eyes, Caleb had cracked another joke.

The laugh didn't quite leave Alexander, the smirk? Sure, but his eyes had caught sight of a pair walking towards them: A man who he knew to be Selwyn Thorfinn, Professor at Hogwarts and with him a younger man who he recognised from the Daily Prophet one time he'd visited his Mother for lunch. The name of the man Alexander didn't know, but what he did know was that they weren't purebloods.

'Looks like the rescue mission will have to wait.' Alexander said in an ominous tone so that only those apart of their conversation could here. 'it looks like we have company.'

'Thorfinn!' Alexander exclaimed loudly, walking towards the Professor in hope to move the conversation along. 'How are my sisters doing at school? I would ask them myself but Belladonna is off travelling for the Summer and Anastasia is-'

He paused. Alexander hadn't seen or heard from his youngest half-sister since the Christmas holidays and his Mother nor Father hadn't mentioned her either, which, come to think of it was rather odd given the fact that she was supposed to have moved back in with them this Summer.

'-well, Anastasia.. Off getting into trouble I expect.'