Juliet had decided (as the most responsible of the quadruplets, of course) that they simply weren't seeing enough of each other. Being in different houses put a strain on their relationship and, frankly, she missed hanging out with them. When they'd been little, they'd spend every waking second together - watching their Mom head off to her job at the Ministry and hanging out with their dad as he strummed his guitar or played out a new tune on his piano. It had been simpler times, and Juliet missed it. She missed home a lot, sometimes, but she supposed she was lucky just to have her siblings here - not a lot of these students even had that.
Frankly, she couldn't even come to terms with being an only child. The thought seemed so foreign to her. For as long as she could remember, she'd been part of a distinct foursome, where each of them played a particular role and somehow (most of the time) managed to exist in harmony. She'd decided today that she needed to bask in some of that familial bonding. She'd left notes for all her siblings, hoping they'd all be here soon.
It was midafternoon and, despite it being December, it wasn't that cold. At least, that's what she tried to tell herself, as she stood in the courtyard, shivering a little despite her many layers. She hated the cold but knew some of her siblings didn't mind it at all, so she tried to compromise. She heard a noise in the front of the court and spun around, racing towards its source, and tackling her first sibling to arrive.
Atticus had a new knife. It was one of his new prized possessions and he was clutching it closely to his person. He wasn't too sure about showing it to his family, since he worried that Juliet might possibly take it away from him. She'd done that a few times, although he hadn't really figured out why. Why did she want to take it away from him? He tried hard and it was one of his favorite things.
So he had tucked his knife in his shoe, so that no one would be able to actually be able to take it away from him. And instead he made his way to his siblings. That would be just fine. Maybe this would be okay? He wasn't really sure what he needed to say to them. Why was he there second? Shouldn't his other sister or his brother be there?
"Hello Juliet." When it came to his family, he adored them all. But he worried Juliet would know he had extra knives and she'd take them.
Getting a note from his sister that they were all meeting outside was somewhat surprising. Noah knew that at least one of his siblings didn't like the cold very much, though it didn't really bother him, so he wondered why outside was the chosen spot for the meeting. Oh, well. It meant they would all see each other, since being in different houses sucked sometimes.
With only his coat to stave off the cold, Noah left the castle and headed to the meeting spot. He expected to be one of the first there since he didn't have to go down several flights of stairs, so he was surprised to realize he was actually third. That was new. Going up to the other two, he hugged each of them in turn, glad to see them after the annoying separation. He'd probably hug Genevieve when she showed up as well. If she showed up... She'd better show up. "How have you both been?"
en was, as usual, the last of the Beckett quads to arrive when a family gathering was called. At least whenever they met at the castle, she could always use the excuse that her dorm was toward the higher end of Gryffindor's tower... even though it wasn't, but there was no way for her siblings to figure that out, so that was the excuse that she used.
It wasn't that Gen disliked her siblings. She really loved them deeply, but she also enjoyed the freedom that she had been granted in Gryffindor. She could do things that she wanted, on her schedule, and not have to answer to Mom or Dad or Juliet about anything. Sure, she sorta wished Noah had ended up in the same house as her, since he was the sibling she felt closest to, but all in all, Genevieve loved being able to breathe and be her own person. Was this what being an only child was like?
Entering the courtyard wearing an oversized cherry red coat, Gen made a point of hugging each of them one at a time - Noah, then Juliet, then Atticus. When she hugged Atticus, Gen spotted something poking out of the back of his shoe. Instead of ratting him out for what, knowing Atticus, was likely a hidden knife, Gen simply backed away and filed that information for later when things got entirely too civil.
Stuffing her hands into the pockets of her coat, Gen rocked back and forth on her feet, squishing the snow beneath her shoes. She was waiting to see how everyone else responded to Noah's inquiry, which he had asked while she was walking in.
The first person to enter was Atticus. Or, as Juliet loved to call him, Atti. She eagerly hugged him. She half considered patting him down to try to find the knife he was inevitably hiding. However, she decided it was best to stay on his good side, at least for the time being. "Atti! How are you?" She questioned, pulling away to study him. Did he look paler than usual, should she be worried?
Her fretting was cut short by the arrival of her other brother, Noah. She similarly tackled him with a hug, studying him as well. She would never not worry about those boys - they seemed bent on getting themselves into some sort of trouble at any moment. "I'm doing great. Working on some new songs." She said, answering his inquiry.
Gen strolled up as Juliet was answering, and she rushed to hug her sister. She wanted to make sure everyone was happy - that always seemed to be her singular goal. She was quiet, her eyes studying each of her siblings in turn, as she waited for them to reply.
Ugh. There were more hugs involved? Why was this happening? It wasn't like he'd done anything wrong. And yet, here he was having to hug his brother and then hug every one of his other siblings. No one tried to touch him in his house. The only person he'd want to hug was Carter and he wasn't really sure why that was. "I've been good." At least Juliet hadn't found his knife. Although maybe he hadn't needed to put it in his boot? It didn't seem like she even checked him for anything.
So now all of them were together. Now what? Was there a reason for this? He looked at Juliet, as if expecting her to explain why they were all here. "So what's going on?" As if she had some weird ulterior motive for having all of them together.
As nice as having time to himself could be, the rare chance to have all of them in the same place was nice too. The first year at school had been really weird, not seeing his brother or sisters basically 24/7 but now they were all more used to things, or so it seemed at least.
When Gen finally showed up, a bit late but he wouldn't call her on it today, he hugged her easily. Though he did follow it up with a pointed look that was basically a comment on her being late anyway but that wasn't important. It was really no hassle doing so, but only when it came to his siblings. Other people trying to hug him was entirely off limits. "What kind of new songs?" he asked Juliet when she responded to his question. He hadn't gotten the musical bug like she had, not really, but it was something she loved to do so he'd ask anyway.
Then he turned to Atticus. "Do you have somewhere more important to be than spending time with us?" he asked in a forced teasing tone. Of all of them, he'd always felt a bit less close to his only brother. It was probably a bit weird, since boys were supposed to stick together or whatever, but Gen clicked with him better and sometimes Atticus just made him worry.
en should not have been taken aback by Juliet's hug, but she tensed up all the same. She had never liked being given hugs, just giving them, and only to a very select group of people who had earned her trust. Juliet stayed on that list because she always managed to stay positive, even though that sugar-sweet disposition usually made Gen want to throw up in protest. Yet, she knew that as much as she disliked some hugging, she always made a point of hugging Atticus because she knew just how much more he hated it than her. Gen couldn't help it - torturing him was too easy. Noah, though, Noah was always easy to hug. Gen felt a kinship to her Slytherin brother more than her other two siblings. If the four of them were on a spectrum, she and Noah would be the only ones to register as normal while Juliet and Atticus were out on the outer edges. Gen caught onto his knowing look that judged her for her lateness, but she met it with a shrug and a look. She wasn't about to be judged, especially when she could point out Atticus's hidden knife and turn the attention away from her quickly.
At the mention of new songs, Gen tossed in her opinion, telling Juliet offhandedly, "Well, when you're ready to spice up your sappy songs with a little edge, my guitar and I are waiting in the wings." Gen liked to pretend that she despised having music thrust upon her by their parents, but she actually quite liked performing with her guitar and piano. Of course, people usually saw the piano players of the world as just accompaniments to its singers, like Juliet.
With Atticus's expected attitude, Gen stepped in after Noah asked the Hufflepuff if he really wanted to be there. "Hey," she pointed out, "if he wants to go, let him go. I'd hate to 'waste' his time..." Genevieve said that last part with the sting of sarcasm and judgement. She hoped to guilt-trip him into wanting to hang out with the rest of them, but recognized that her plan was probably futile.