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TURN ON THE LIGHT is a Post- Potter roleplay that takes place twenty-five years after the Second Wizarding War.
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Post by IMANI DENTION on Aug 14, 2023 17:33:17 GMT
"Phht... Joke's on you cause I never read those books." Imani was quick to counter her father, eyes widening a bit at the look he gave her. "What? I'm just kidding, pops." Her hands rested on both of her hips and she huffed a bit. She could get nothing by him. Not even a joke. Maddox had been a good father. He wasn't the richest man in the world but he gave her time, care, and protection. What more did a girl need? She wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for him and that was the god honest truth.
"You can change it all you like." She shrugged, continuing to swipe through it not even bothered by his little 'threat'. "No pictures of 'you know whats'? Merlin, you really are boring." She sighed, immediately contradicting her previous worries. Her dad dating was a double edged sword but it seemed to be one that the young woman could handle. If anything, she seemed a bit more confident about the whole thing then the target.
"Bad boys?" Her eyes widened two sizes as they landed on her father with that little confession. "What?" She blinked in utter disbelief. "You always went on and on about how bad boys would only lead to trouble, you didn't let me go out with that Ralph guy because he wanted a tattoo someday, and now you're telling me you like bad boys? Are you serious with this shit, pops?" A beat. Oops. "... crap." Solid correction. Just dodged a bullet there. Perhaps she should approach this in a different way... With a big sigh she fought through any feelings of confusion or resentment. "Leather?... Like a dominatrix?" Merlin, how did they even get here? She would talk about sex with anyone but with her adoptive father was really pushing it.
"Do they still make them like that?"
"Nope. Checked at the store. Fresh out." That should put an end to that and she made a cutting motion in the air with her hand as if it finalized it. "Sorry." Except not at all. She was adventurous but she really didn't want to scavenge Hogsmeade or Knockturn looking for men over fifty in leather chaps. Solid pass.
Post by MADDOX DENTON on Aug 16, 2023 23:31:45 GMT
Maddox arched an eyebrow, only slightly menacingly, "What do you mean you never read those books?" Of course, she was quick to back track but Maddox wasn't as quick to give up his look. "You better be, Imani Denton." He'd made it a point to make sure she had the most up to date information in her books before she went off to Hogwarts, even if he hadn't had the most plush savings at the time. He'd also been the one to make sure she read them. Didn't me that he was opposed to seeing her squirm a little though.
"Oh, now I'm boring," He hummed, probably the truth and something that would be corroborated by his students, but that didn't mean he had to like it. "I can be exciting, you know." No, he didn't know how but that wasn't a problem until Imani made him prove it.
"Ok, Ralph had more issues than just the tattoo, he also had an attitude problem, and I didn't like him." Maddox just hadn't had a good feeling about him, but that was only part of the point. "Perhaps less bad boys, and more bad men." No way was he dating someone Imani's age, he'd had his time doing that when he was her age. No thank you. "Of course now, probably more responsible," Maddox added with a thoughtful hum. He certainly had a type back then but perhaps it was best to update it with the times.
Maddox flushed at Imani's suggestion, "NO!" He couldn't help the outburst, "No, leather as in leather jackets and smoking and hanging out in darker corners." As if that didn't seem like the shadiest thing at this point. Probably not the safest. "I'll have you know I found most of my boyfriends down Knockturn Alley," Yes. That kind of bad boy, hopefully that got the point across.
"They don't?" Maddox sighed, crossing his arms across his chest and frowned, almost pouting really. Of course people had to move past all of the good trends while he was out of the dating pool. "Well, are there any decent trends anymore then?" Because here he was, asking his daughter for rather specific dating advice. Maybe he should have anticipated this. "What do you think your future father should be like?"
"I am. I am. Geeze..." She exclaimed waving her hands as if they would wave off any of the angry glares he was shooting her way. The pint-sized obliviator could go (and had gone) toe to toe with many of the fiercest and scariest bad guys but her dad? As much as she razzed him if he was annoyed, like truly pissed, it would be wise of you to shape up - and fast.
"I perused them..." She added for good measure, though it probably didn't help things. If anything that little remark showed how even dear Uncle Phil had rubbed off on her after spending so much time with him at the bar in her youth. It had pretty much been a second home - on top of Hogwarts of course.
"You've always been boring." Making fun of her dad's wardrobe and lifestyle was safer than saying she pissed away her education so the game was back on. "Oh yeah. Sure, pops. Every time I hang out with you I have to catch my breath because of the nonstop exhilaration." She rolled her eyes, clearly teasing him.
"Bad boy but not a boy at all. A guy. And responsible." Walking backward she then hopped up onto a nearby stool, chilling casually as they chatted. "How the heck does that work out? Bad but responsible? Seriously Dad... If you want responsible and long-term, and I want a kick as-butt potential dad, you gotta stay clear of Knockturn." Now it was the daughter's turn to lecture her father. She pointed at him suddenly narrowing her eyes playfully threatening. "Stay. Away. From. Knockturn." And just like that the padawan became the master.
Now she was just teasing him, he thought, eyes rolling towards the ceiling and taking a deep, fortifying breath. A breath which Maddox let out in a sigh, "Mhm, 'just perused' them, I still have your report cards somewhere Imani Denton." Tucked away with all the other little mementos he had kept while she was growing up. Ones that he would never let her get rid of, no matter how much she complained or tried to find them. Some of his hiding spots were actually decent.
Maddox huffed, "Maybe now I am, but I didn't used to be." It was hard to imagine that time though, back when he hadn't had to care (and rarely did). He couldn't imagine being that exciting anymore. "I work at a bar, you know, that's exciting." It really wasn't. The most exciting part of it was the roulette you undertook trying to eat the food there, not something that he would recommend.
"Yes. Exactly." It didn't make any sense to him either, but Imani was good at figuring out those things, better than he was anyway. He hummed, "Maybe responsible but fond of leather jackets." As if that made more sense. Maddox leaned back against the counter and nodded obediently, "I won't go looking for men in Knockturn." Nevermind that the only time he had gone there anytime recently had been because of Imani herself. He was probably better off looking for a man elsewhere.
"If you had them they would be framed and littered all throughout the flat." Oh. Now she was really getting on his nerves - cooking with gas, as it was. Her smile grew. It was fun to ruffle her father's feathers - at home of course (or in private at school). She was mature enough to always make that distinction growing up, for all of her outspokenness she was also very respectful. But they were in private weren't they? And this used to be her home too, so she picked up a photo in her father's bedroom and winced, as if it caused her immense pain. "And trust me, pops. It would be a massive improvement."
Setting down the photo, she turned to face her father leaning against the dresser arms crossed over her chest, gold coat shimmering. "Well, I guess Uncle Phil's bar is kind of exciting... like, lower tier exciting... compared to... well... this conversation." She gestured between the two of them and then quickly moved on before she could be reprimanded. "But I want a new kind of excitement for you. One that involves fun, and romance of course, which I will talk to him about and not you until you're married cause, ew, gross... and oh, I don't know... lets go for commitment. That one sounds fun." Maddox never brought any boyfriend around her but Imani was street-wise from a young age. She noticed looks. Overheard exchanges. She could put two and two together (YUCK!).
"One respectable new dad for respectable current dad." She adjusted his outfit, with a swish added a watch and stepped back. "Well?"
Maddox arched an eyebrow, "If they were littered all over the flat you'd get rid of them." And Maddox couldn't have that, no matter how embarrassing the idea of him keeping them could be for her. "Oh it would be an improvement, would it?" He hummed, glancing at the picture she was holding from over her shoulder. "Then I should redecorate for the next time you come over, shouldn't I?" He was an old man, he had the time after all. Whether there was more productive dating related use of his time well, that was his own business.
"You know, I had to throw someone out last week." They'd been harassing the other patrons, and then Sydney when she asked for them to leave. Maddox had just had to lend a menacing presence, nothing too exciting. A new sort of excitement did sound nice though, a sort of excitement and general feeling that he hadn't really felt in decades. "I could use some romancing I suppose," he probably wouldn't be too rusty at it, right? But then, maybe his dance partner would be just as rusty. Or, well, maybe not.
"Exactly." Maddox glanced down at the outfit, stepping back in front of the mirror "It looks wonderful, sweetheart."
"Never know unless you try." She was quick to comeback with, accompanying her witty little remark with a wink as if that would seal the deal. Her dad was probably right. If she wasn't chastising him for not having enough photos she would be lecturing him about having too many strewn about. There was no middle ground with her. Would any daughter alive go that easy on her old man? Unlikely!
"Maybe you should. Then after you can go out I dunno reading, or dancing, or drinking, or reciting poetry or something..." Whatever kept him busy. Dating and redecorating. Not really her cup of tea but her father had experienced quite a long dry spell in both departments being set in his ways and busy with raising her. Now she was out of the house, a whole-ass adult (practically!). Now he had to rediscover himself, who he was before her, and, as it turned out, he was having some issues in that department as well. Imani wasn't too worried (if anything she was putting on for dramatic flair and effect - wonder who she inherited that from?), she would help him. She had decided in exactly three hundred and sixty-five days Papa Denton would be married to another Papa Denton and when Imani set her mind to things she achieved them.
"Pops..." She sighed with a roll of her eyes falling down on his bed shoes and all (a major no no) and resting her chin in her hands propped up on her elbows. "Kicking someone out of Hatch is hardly the flex that you think it is. They've been drinking all night and if they said they had four beers they actually had eight, eight is sixteen and a few shots, they're a miss by 2 AM. Heck, I kicked someone out at nine!" Not a fabrication. She had done just that. Grabbed her dad's wand and fired a few warning shots against a schnockered old rapscallion before they hightailed it out of there. Phil had gasped at her, offended, but then smiled quite proud of the little tyrant. She was still little. Still a powerhouse. But still very much her dad's ball buster.
She watched as he admired himself in the mirror, a toothy and cheeky smile forming. She wasn't just pleased she was proud... of him. "No problem, dad. You look..." Great. "Acceptable." Just as good really when coming from one's child, no matter how old they were. "Someday you'll even walk outside wearing it." She announced slinging her legs over the side of the bed with ease and standing back up adjusting her sparkly outfit. "And you better tell me when too." She warned him, both hands resting on her hips. "Capiche?"