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The last few hours for Oscar had felt like cresting the hill on a roller coaster, spending half the ceremony waiting for the inevitable drop at the end. But the drop had never come, or at least, not the one he'd been expecting. Things with Elliot were still off, Oscar should have known Elliot...

Oscar hummed in acknowledgement when Miles mentioned he was trying to be encouraging, scratching absently at his cheek. "Suppose I have to," he said, albeit quietly. As much as Oscar preferred to let things resolve themselves, there was no denying the growing gulf between him and Elliot was...

Oscar contemplated Miles' hand on his for a moment, tracing over one of Miles' fingers with his thumb as he mulled over what Miles had said. "I hate that you're probably right," he admitted with another sigh, shifting his hand to shuffle the mugs on the countertop moodily. Introspection and...

Oscar sighed and shook his head, moving over to press a kiss to the top of Miles' head, letting his face linger there for a moment, whether to hide or just ready himself before he spoke. "It's.. Not your fault. Not really," he admitted with a sigh. "I don't know what's gotten in to him, but I...

Oscar's hands stilled as he got the mugs ready, suddenly unsure if he should use Miles' nice tea or his regular black tea. He didn't want to disappoint Miles, but he didn't want to wreck his nice tea either. Did it need a teapot? Did Oscar own a teapot. He glanced over his shoulder as Miles...

Oscar had been hoping things with Elliot would even out after awhile, heated feelings simmering back down to uncomfortable silences but if anything, they'd only gotten worse with Elliot living with him. Meals were tense and Elliot rarely spoke except terse explanations on where he was going...

Oscar often got the feeling things would be better off if he kept to himself, but he'd never been more sure that there was any truth to it beyond his own anxieties than right. Elliot's response wasn't outright hostile, but the coolness was almost worse. It reminded Oscar terribly of his mother...

Oscar was doing he very best to not freak out. He'd known since he got the invitation that he'd need to talk to Elliot today. He also knew normal parents were not scared to talk to their children over a silly fight they'd had. Normal parents just made it work. Normal parents also didn't have to...

Oscar had no idea what he was doing here. Well, that wasn't true, he knew entirely why he was here, to see his own child graduate. Perhaps no idea why he was here. And distantly, how he was here either. It had all been a bit of a whirlwind since the owl had dropped off the invitation. At first...

Oscar opened his mouth when Elliot talked back, ready to do... Something. Scold him or argue or something parental he'd never quite managed before. But before he could, Elliot continued talking and Oscar's stomach sunk. He'd never had a real sit down talk with Elliot before about something...

Oscar flinched at Elliot's question, distinctly aware that they probably both knew he didn't have a good answer to that. There were times that Oscar felt like it was inescapable how alike Elliot and Harriette were, and right now, with that familiar dark look on Elliot's face, the resemblance was...

Oscar could feel himself starting to sweat. He was never particularly good with these sorts of difficult conversations. That was part of the reason he'd put off mentioning Miles to Elliot for so long. At first, it hadn't seemed entirely relevant and then, as their relationship had begun to...

Oscar smiled quietly to himself when Miles squeezed his hand. He really hadn't felt this at ease in such a long time, it was easy to get lost in the simple mundanity of it all. The fact that Miles was a wizard also wasn't lost of him in that respect either. Oscar had been so busy basking in the...

Oscar tended to think of his life in phases. Starting school, meeting Harriette, having Elliot, and now, right now. He hadn't quite decided what to call all this yet. Actually trying? Meeting Miles? It was hard to define, it felt like all that and more, but Oscar knew that for once, for now, he...

Oscar paused for an uncomfortably long time as he tried somewhat desperately to remember the name of the place Elliot had worked. It wasn't that he didn't care, but Elliot coming home and telling him he'd be spending the winter with him so he could work at a magical store was a lot for Oscar to...

Oscar gave the man a grateful smile when he didn't seem inclined to pick apart his admission about Elliot or how weird this all was to him so much. He knew it wasn't totally fair of him, but Oscar had rather been expecting all witches and wizards to be dismissive or judgmental, so it was a...

Hey guys, With the Muggle Q&A event going on and seeing a few more Muggle adults around on the site, I thought it might be fun to try and start a little group for a Muggle parents meet up. Oscar here is Elliot Briar's dad and has finally decided to stop keeping such a distance between him and...

Oscar returned the other man's laugh, both of them clearly a bit embarrassed by the whole encounter. But at least if he could embarrass a wizard then maybe this whole ordeal wasn't as bizarre as he was building it up to be. Oscar was relieved when the man explained the books inside were...

Oscar had to double-take when a man responded to his despairing hypothetical, briefly distracted by his bowtie. "Oh no, sorry I was.. Talking to myself," He said, trailing off and sparing a moment for any chance he had of appearing like a well-adjusted adult here. This whole shopping district...