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Narragyambie ☆ Owner - The Drunken Roo★ Sadrienne
51 year old Halfblood Human ☆ He/Him

Matt was in another of his foul moods, which seemed to be his only mood now. Kate was at work, and Hazel was at school---which meant that Phil was left to keep him occupied in between managing the kitchen and bar of the Roo. Which had been fine during the busier lunch trade, when customer ears were lurking about, Matt managed to not say or do anything too unpleasant. But as trade dwindled off into the late afternoon, Matt's critical stares became critical comments, each more scathing than the last.

Phil wasn't having any of that. Gathering some work that Matt might as well be doing, a pile of the bar's takings for the past few months and stock reciepts that needed to be approved, Phil wheeled Matt out to a pleasant table in the beer garden to get a better attitude. Dusting his hands off on his apron, he headed back inside to his now peaceful bar.

Matt scowled at Phil as he left, but was unable to do anything about his situation. He still lacked the strength to move himself around much, and physical therapy earlier in the day had left his muscles weak. He settled for shouting abuse through the beer garden door, until Phil finally threatened to take him upstairs and leave him there, and he fell angrily silent. 

Fine. He might as well do the damn paperwork. No one else would do it right anyway.

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Narragyambie ☆ Mum / Radio HostPoppy
26 year old Halfbreed Veela ☆ She/Her

It had taken Holly a while to get up the courage to return to this pub and turn one mans life upside down. A life, that by all accounts, had already been turned on it’s head and had several implements shoved down it’s exposed rear end. So what more damage could the announcement ‘Hi, I’m the daughter you had not interest in slash didn’t know about from one of your one week romances’ really do? The answer to that question and a million more than were floating around in her brain the last months, weeks and days was something she could only get by pushing through the door she was standing in front of and confronting the wheel chair bound man in question.

Taking a deep breath she finally stepped over the threshold only to find herself facing a somewhat empty bar. Great, she thought, the one time she screws up the courage to do something so life altering was the one time the person in question wasn’t around. Then again, nor was the bartender. Picking a stool she parked herself on it, figuring she might as well have a drink whilst she was here. Getting her phone out of her jacket, she flipped through a couple of messages she’d received.

Babysitter, work, university. The usual tirade.

It was just as she was typing a message back to one of her colleagues was when the bartender reappeared. This caused her to send off the message she’d been typing without checking she’d stated everything she’d been trying to say. Leaning forward on the bar slightly she was about to ask where she could find the owner when a voice shouting from the back told the young woman exactly where he was.

So one alcoholic drink ordered and a quick question about how to get out to the beer garden. Picking up her drink she thanked the clearly over worked and stressed man and headed the way she was directed to go. Stepping through the door, her blue eyes fell on the angry man she was planning to make angrier.

Sipping the drink in her hand to give herself a bit of liquid courage, she opened a line of communication “Are you always that much of an ass too your employees or has this one done something particularly atrocious to deserve such a tirade?”

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Narragyambie ☆ Owner - The Drunken Roo★ Sadrienne
51 year old Halfblood Human ☆ He/Him

Oh good, someone else was joining in on the "fun". Matt scowled at the newcomer, wondered if Phil had sent her in for a laugh or if the world really was out to get him today. 

"If stranding a disabled person outside in this heat isn't atrocious enough for a bit of assery, then what is?" he muttered irritably, his voice raised just enough that Phil would be able to hear him from the bar.

Perhaps the girl had a heart, would go back and give Phil a talking-to instead. Matt doubted it. They were all against him. Even Mish was teaming up with Kate on him. Mish and Kate. They hated each other!  Matt poured himself a glass of water, then adjusted his wheelchair so that Holly wouldn't be able to see his withered legs from where she was standing. He was incredibly self-conscious about them. And... everything about himself at the moment. 

It was all so weak and useless. Alan had always been the macho beefy guy, but the truth was that Matt had been stronger. Faster. Fitter, though that was no surprise to anyone. Matt had exercised religiously before the accident, never wanted to be left unable to do something. Jar needed opening? Matt could do it. Something heavy to lift? Matt could do it. Someone tried to dine and dash? Matt could, and would, chase the offender down the street and drag them back. What he saw now in the mirror was a Matt that couldn't and maybe never would again. It disgusted him. 

"Are you going to keep lecturing me on my management skills, or would you rather just stand there in the doorway letting all the flies inside?" he remarked, looking back up at Holly with a level gaze. She was vaguely familiar, had probably been around the bar before. One of Alan's former students, probably. Matt tapped his pen against the accounts books, waiting. She could stay, or leave, he didn't really care---but it cost a fortune maintaining cooling charms for a venue as large as the Drunken Roo, he was damned if he was going to let that door stay open all afternoon.

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Narragyambie ☆ Mum / Radio HostPoppy
26 year old Halfbreed Veela ☆ She/Her

Though Holly heard what the older man muttered she decided it was best not to point out that the assery was what landed him outside in the heat coupled with the fact that though his legs didn’t work right then he was still a wizard with the ability to cool himself down with a simple spell or two. Then again maybe he didn’t know how to do the spells or somehow his coma and disability had in some way effected his ability to preform magic. If that, by some odd happenstance, was what had happened then her dumping the ‘Hi, I’m your daughter’ on his head would probably be the thing that pushed him over the edge.

Lingering in the door playing with the drink between her hands, she pondered for a moment just turning around and walking away. After all did he really need to know? How would it change his life? Her life? Saffron’s life? That last thought gave her a bit more courage too speak too this rude man who shared some biological tissue with her. After all, wasn’t this all brought on by everything that had happened? Saffron being kidnapped and almost burnt alive.

Then he spoke again and that simple but snappy phrase made her step forwards and close the door behind her. Taking a sip from the glass in her hand she walked the distance between them, placing her drink on the table and taking the seat across the table from him. She was waist deep in this already, so might just jump in. She’d deal with the guilt of him rolling himself off a building if or when it occurred.

“I’m not here to talk about your management skills or lack thereof. I’m here to ask you about a woman you knew, well, a week long affair probably isn’t more than knowing in the biblical sense.” she was somewhat rambling, taking another sip of her drink to quench the words as they bubbled up “A Veela named Nadya.”

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Narragyambie ☆ Owner - The Drunken Roo★ Sadrienne
51 year old Halfblood Human ☆ He/Him

Now that piqued his interest. She'd come here to talk to him? Matt had assumed that she was just out for an easy joke like the rest of them, though she did at least have the courtesy to not comment on the obvious. If he was so uncomfortable in the heat, there were dozens of spells and charms he could be using to make that go away. It wasn't actually that bad, Matt's flair for the dramatic was akin to Kate's and he was prone to exaggeration. It was definitely warmer than he was comfortable with, but not unbearable. Matt found he got cold too fast anyway, but all of this was beside the point. Phil had abandoned him here. And Phil knew how pathetic his magical "abilities" were. 

Asshole.

He was almost glad for the distraction, shifting about in his chair as Holly sat down. The closer she got, the more he felt like he'd seen her before. But when? How? He'd never been the sort who knew faces and not names, Matt could give you the names and descriptions of even the most fleeting customers going back decades. He had a knack for that. He could still tell you the drink preferences, family members names, and even pets that belonged to the regulars back in his first years bartending at the Roo he did not forget people. It must just be that he'd seen her crossing the road in town or something, something like that.

Or... something completely different. His eyebrows rose slightly as she said the name, and now he saw it. Nadya. Of course. 

"That's going back a while," he said. "Poor girl spent most of her time in Narrie trying to dodge enamoured Burdetts. Barry especially. He swore black and blue that he was going to marry her. Followed her around like a lost puppy, which was no surprise---it was Elizabeth Burdett taking a liking to her that no one expected." Matt snorted a quiet laugh, it had come as a surprise to Liz as well. "You would have to be her daughter, by the look of you. How is she?"

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Narragyambie ☆ Mum / Radio HostPoppy
26 year old Halfbreed Veela ☆ She/Her

There was a very irrational and small part of her that hoped when he turned to face her properly that the truth would simply find its way into his mind and he would know all the information she was about to drop in his lap already. There was also another part of that thought that knew if that happened she would not only be hurt, but also likely arrested for punching a disabled and much loved member of the community straight in his child abandoning face. So, the rational and larger side of her knew it would be better if she was the one that exploded his world, again.

She sipped her drink as he spoke about her Mother. A woman she could barely remember unless she sat and dragged up the few memories that actually existed. But the way her mother sounded, smelt and moved those things had been eroded by time and self preservation. It was easier to move forwards in the childhood she’d had when you forgot exactly what was lost. This also included the step father who abandoned her a year after her mother’s death.

“I ‘am her daughter,” she said, glossing over the fact that he had better memories of her mother than she did. Ignoring that internal ache and drive that made her want to ask him for whatever memories he may have of her. Could he remember such things as the sound of her voice and smell?.

Probably not. She was, after all, a week long fling for him. Opening her bag she pulled out a few bits of paper she had found, sent off for and generally dug up. All of which proved that the man sitting across from her who had gone from miserable too almost pleasant was in fact her biological father.

“But I’m also yours.” there, no sugar coating the truth as she slipped the paper work and proof she’d complied across the table towards him, before picking up her drink and taking another quick sip.

The truth was out, now all she could do was sit and wait for the response.

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Narragyambie ☆ Owner - The Drunken Roo★ Sadrienne
51 year old Halfblood Human ☆ He/Him

Matt nodded as Holly confirmed his suspicions. The way she moved was so much like her mother, he wondered how he'd not put it together the moment she walked in the door. Nadya's time in Narrie might have been brief, and their time together even briefer, but Nadya had left an impression on him. He'd liked her. It was very easy to like someone for a week. That had been the whole point. And as Holly dug through her bag for evidence, Matt closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. Calm. Steady. The heat was making the back of his neck sweaty, and normally he would have bellowed for Phil to get out here and do something about it. But that wasn't important. Not right now.

"I know," he said softly, opening his eyes. He didn't need to look at the proof. The realisation had come just moments after he connected Holly to Nadya, the panicked conversation that had occurred all those years ago and how resolutely he had shut himself away from all of it. It wasn't just Nadya he could see here, it was Hazel too. And Adam. And himself. The consequences of his much-younger self were here, all grown up and now he would finally have to answer to them. He took a moment to consider his next words, his next move, quiet and calm. 

"She told me not long after she found out she was pregnant," Matt admitted. There was no point denying his part in this, nothing to be gained from claiming ignorance even if that's clearly what Holly believed he'd been all this time. "I never knew what happened after that. Whether she had the baby---you---or if she had explored other options. I suspected she had kept you but I never made any attempt to find out. I didn't want any part of it. I didn't want a family, so I told Nadya that it was up to her what she did. I would help cover the costs if she chose not to keep you, but otherwise she was on her own."

It was cold and it was cruel, and Matt knew that now. He knew his reasons weren't good enough, but he couldn't erase what had been done. Dressing it up to make himself sound good was only an insult to Holly's intelligence and if she left here angry she was entitled to that. Even so, Matt wasn't sure he regretted that decision. He definitely hadn't been ready for something like that. 

"Is there... anything particular you wanted to know?" he asked, not sure of where to go from here.

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Narragyambie ☆ Mum / Radio HostPoppy
26 year old Halfbreed Veela ☆ She/Her

She really wanted to punch him.

This was her first and second shameful instinct; as the wheelchair bound man before her confirmed her worst fears about this situation. That he knew and wasn’t interested then and most likely not now. As he had thought just previously it was a bad idea to follow through with that knee jerk reaction. In some part for the reason she had thought about earlier, punching a beloved and disabled member of the community was not only amoral but would also have a negative effect on her personal and professional lives.

There was also the complicated fact that could she actually be angry at the man before her? Could she really get on a soap box about something he did as a much younger man? Something she herself had actually done herself. After all, she had not told Jon about Saffron and it took near a death experience for that secret to get out. The choice had been taken away from her in that moment just as she was taking the choice away from Matt.

That thought quelled the anger that had surged up at first. It was almost funny had they both stood of different sides of the same divide. Taking another large sip of her drink she thought about what she needed to say next. Reaching across the table she pulled the official paper work back towards her, this was pointless now.

“No, there is nothing you can tell me that I’d want to know.” slipping the papers back into her bag before knocking back the rest of the drink she had. She held the empty glass between both her hands for a moment, just looking at it as she considered the next steps. There were things she could reveal, but what was the point in that? Too make him feel regret and sorrow for a decision he was allowed to make for himself?

“Thank you for being honest.” Holly said finally moving too stand up, pushing back some of her long hair as she reached down for her bag and spent some time getting it just right on her shoulder. Another sigh left her as she looked up to the sky slightly. She could offer him the same thing he offered her, allow him to ask about her life but she wasn’t entirely sure he'd care enough to want to know nor did she really want to be turned down for that.

“Just so you know, um, Mum died a while ago. I don’t think she ever blamed you for your decision.” a said this whilst looking his directly in the eyes before turning away with ‘well, bye’ barely getting away from the table before she stopped, sighed again and turned back “You have a granddaughter, her name is Saffron. So...” she paused for a minute, unsure as to why she was going to offer this olive branch “if you ever decide that there is room in your life for her. The door will always be open.”

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Narragyambie ☆ Owner - The Drunken Roo★ Sadrienne
51 year old Halfblood Human ☆ He/Him

Matt watched quietly as Holly cycled through those initial emotions. He knew it wasn't what she wanted to hear. He could have lied. He could have said he didn't know, that it hurt that he hadn't known all this time, but that wasn't true. It wasn't fair on Holly to let her believe that he'd been clueless. She had gone to all this trouble to seek him out, the least she deserved was the truth. There was no peace in the lie, especially when he'd kept that letter. For what reason, he wasn't sure. But it was filed neatly along with other personal effects in pristine condition. 

The news of Nadya's death made him pause, and Holly was about to leave. Her words cut, opened a new world he didn't know existed. A granddaughter? He wanted to know more about that, but it wasn't for Saffron alone that he pushed his hands against the table, trying to drag his body upright against the flimsy construction.

"Wait," he said, realising now that any plan to follow her was out of the question. Stupid legs. His knees shuddered and shook and gave way, sending him straight back into the hated chair--thankfully before the table could give way. "Just... please wait." 

He was almost begging. What else could he do? He couldn't move fast enough to stop her. 

"You have a sister," he said weakly. "Uncles. An aunt. A family here... if you want it. I couldn't give it to you then, and I'm sorry. I don't expect you to forgive me, but.. Hazel should have a chance to know you. Can we.. can we talk a bit?"

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Narragyambie ☆ Mum / Radio HostPoppy
26 year old Halfbreed Veela ☆ She/Her

The door was left open for him if he wanted to take it. That, Holly felt, was the best she could do in that moment for everyone involved. After all hadn’t her daughter just started to form a relationship with her own biological father, a man who had been absent from her life. How would the young witch take another absent male figure suddenly appearing? Holly already knew the answer to that, which was ecstatic. She had spent her entire young life feeling different from most of her peers in the family department, lacking any real paternal figures in her life. Two showing up at once would be Christmas all over again for her daughter.

That thought alone made Holly hope that at some point Matt would want to walk through that door. Then he called out too her and she turned just in time to see him collapse back into his chair. This caused her to turn around and head back towards him, the last thing anyone needed was him falling and hitting his head on something.

Stopping back in front of the table she listened to him for a moment, opening up a world of family for her and her daughter. Aunts, uncles, cousins and...A sister? That caused her breath to catch slightly. Holly knew about the sister, at least in part. A name she was aware off.

She sighed again, taking her bag off her shoulder and placing it on the table, whilst one hand rested on the back of the chair. She didn’t hate him, in fairness, she didn’t feel that she had any grounds too hate him considering her own run decision making.

“I don’t really think there’s anything to forgive.” she said with another sigh, whilst pulling out the chair she was holding “But I do want more of a family and I do want to know you. So, we can talk.” and with that said, she placed herself in the chair she’d just pulled out and waited for him to start asking whatever questions he may have.

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Narragyambie ☆ Owner - The Drunken Roo★ Sadrienne
51 year old Halfblood Human ☆ He/Him

Holly turned back and Matt felt his body flood with relief. He hadn't ruined this already. He adjusted himself back in the chair, tried to get comfortable in the stupid thing. People said the most idiotic things when you were in a wheelchair, as if it was somehow an easier way of living. Like sitting down all day was actually comfortable. His arms and legs were still trembling with the effort of trying to stand. Stupid body. Stupid weakness. Holly had come back though, and that was enough.

"And I want to know you too," Matt replied, a truth that blistered on his tongue because he knew this was not the easy road to take. The possibility of a baby, the notification Nadya had given him, that had been far easier to walk away from than the grown daughter who had sought him out. And he was different now. Older. More settled. "I should have known you then. I'm sorry I didn't take that chance, but... who I was then, how I lived, I don't know what sort of life you ended up in but I doubt I would have been any sort of improvement. I'm glad you're here now."

His voice shook a little. Broke over the odd words. The reality of it was starting to hit him, and Hazel was going to have what she had begged for. And more, besides. He took in a deep breath, and began.

"You have a grandfather, who isn't worth meeting. Your sister, Hazel, has never met him and until she can make her own informed choice, she won't. Hazel herself is the miracle we didn't know we needed. We---my wife and I---weren't going to have children. Didn't want to carry on the broken history we lived through, and yet somehow we got H who remains so perfectly positive and pure in the face of everything life has thrown at her so far. She's eight. She would have had a sister, but it didn't work out. I almost lost Kate in the process..." 

Kate.

Oh shit.

Kate.

"You also have two uncles. My twin brother, Adam---and half brother Aiden. An Aunt in my half-sister Valerie. Aiden and Val are still at school. And of course, Kate. My wife." who was not going to take this news well, but what could he do? Turn Holly away again? He didn't want to. He didn't think it was fair on Saffron or Hazel or Holly to do that. Matt didn't want to miss anything more. "Tell me... tell me about you .What do you like? Books, films, food, colours... everything. Allergies. Boyfriends? Do I need a firearm license? A bit of arm strength and I could probably chase them down in this stupid thing..."

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Narragyambie ☆ Mum / Radio HostPoppy
26 year old Halfbreed Veela ☆ She/Her

When he apologized again for everything he wasn’t around for Holly automatically reached across the table and placed one hand around one of his, leaning forward slightly in the process “Please, don’t apologies, nor do you have to explain. It’s in the past, no amount of apologizing is going to change that. The important thing is moving on and into the future.” considering not thirty minutes ago she had wanted to punch him for his attitude about the whole thing he would no doubt find the three sixty change of attitude a bit odd.

There was a thing she was going to do her best not to tell him, especially considering he wasn’t sure what sort of life he could have given her then and she knew it could be better than the one she did have to live through. That would only add to the guilt he was clearly feeling right there and then. She agreed with him when he stated he was glad she was there now, since, that was really all that mattered.

Her hand came away from his and she sat back slightly, listening intently to the story of his family. There was a grandfather that wasn’t worth meeting, something she would likely try and find out herself over time. Though in all honesty she wasn’t worried about that; her concern was right here and now, with family that was within reach. Matt went on to explain why he and his wife, Kate, only had the one daughter and the sad story that no doubt surrounded that.

There was a pause after he mentioned that and she assumed he was worried about how his wife would handle this entire thing. A wife meant that Saffron had a step grandmother as well. Holly wondered how that would go down if the wife was not aware of everything.

Then he launched into his questions which caused Holly to give a small laugh and smile before answering “Well, as I have a young daughter I tend to read and watch things aimed as her age range, though, some of the Disney movies are really good. I like the lion king. If I absolutely had to choose one food item, probably shrimp. I do love shrimp. No favorite color or known allergies.” the boyfriend question was a bit more loaded than he needed to know “No, no need for firearms. I am currently single and focusing on Saffron and work.  So, same questions for you expect firearms and boyfriends, unless you have those.”

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Narragyambie ☆ Owner - The Drunken Roo★ Sadrienne
51 year old Halfblood Human ☆ He/Him

This was all very complex, and a lot to take in. And yet Matt felt more excited than overwhelmed, the world shifting ever so slightly into a new dimension where everything was better and brighter. This wasn't going to be easy, no, but it was going to be good in the long run. He took that, held on to it. Hazel was going to be so excited. And Kate... hadn't walked away yet. Matt knew in his guts that she should have. If not when he was in the coma, definitely after he had woken up. Matt saw now with absolute clarity just how terrible he had been, and a deep shame crept through him. He had to make this right.

He would. He would make all of this right. 

"No favourite colour? Not even black?" he asked with a half-grin. Had she not been at school, Hazel would have popped up with some helpful hint that black was a shade not a colour, but nevertheless it was as close to a favourite colour as Matt had. "Lion King is always a good choice -- Aladdin is probably mine and Katie's favourite, though H prefers Beauty and the Beast. Favourite food... probably cheese on toast. Mum used to make it for me and Ads when we came home from school, when she was well enough to cook." he smiled fondly at the memory. 

"No boyfriends though, and no firearms. Prefer to do my hunting in virtual worlds... although Katie's beat all my high scores while I was out. Trying to catch up and it is not easy. She got good. Really good."

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26 year old Halfbreed Veela ☆ She/Her

“My color preferences are always kyboshed by Saffron. Whatever color I say I like she tells me exactly why it isn’t the right color or how it’s not a color at all. So I find it safer not to have one.” Saffron was young enough to not really know a lot about the world but old enough to have an opinion about everything she did know. This could be tiresome at the best of times, especially when there were moments when she told Holly she was being ridiculous in one way or another

“Both really good films. Saffron went through a Beauty and the Beast stage for a while. I had to try and make her a Beast soft toy which,” she exhaled a laugh as the memory of her one attempt to make a soft toy surfaced “needless to say failed in a spectacular fashion. Currently though, she’s watching Moana a lot.” Holly was somewhat pleased that her daughter was moving away from films that needed a man to rescue a woman or for a love interest to be a large part of motivation behind the female leads.

“Well now you have time to catch us as well. You could play a team game.” she suggested, though, not one for playing games herself “If they have those. I’ve never really played a computer game, between university, work and motherhood not a lot of time.” though since she’d left university and was now juggling full time work and a motherhood, maybe she would find some time for something like playing a computer game “But, I recently quit university so more time. What game is it you play?”

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