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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 17, 2006 22:26:16 GMT -5
Isabella knew it was probably a bad idea to be away from the safety of the school, considering that Voldemort had probably ordered the other Death Eaters to kill her and Voltaire on sight, but she decided that if she went somewhere well populated during the daytime, she would most likely not be attacked. And she needed some fresh air in the worst way.
So she headed out to the Three Broomsticks, intending to get a nice drink of... pumpkin juice. She shook her head, wondering just what she had become. She used to swallow whole shots of Firewhiskey in one gulp, and now she couldn't drink anything stronger than pumpkin juice. You've become domesticated, she told herself. It seemed almost impossible to imagine, but it was true.
She sighed to herself. She really hoped Voltaire would be back soon. She missed him desperately. It already felt like an eternity since he'd been gone, even though it had only been a day. But she knew she'd worry until she saw his face again and held him in her arms.
Walking into the pub, she approached the bar and ordered a glass of pumpkin juice. She paid the bartender and walked over to one of the tables to sit down. She began to daydream about the moment Voltaire would return as she held the glass in her hands and sipped from it slowly. She was in such a daze she didn't see the figure approach her until his shadow fell over her table.
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Aug 17, 2006 22:29:21 GMT -5
"Is this seat taken, love?" said Charles, standing in front of her. She looked so lovely today, with her dark hair pulled off of her face. The sight of her still made his heart beat faster and he hated himself for it. She belonged to another, and she was happy. And ultimately, what he'd always wanted for her was for her to be happy. He only wished he could have been the one to make her happy.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 17, 2006 22:31:02 GMT -5
Isabella tensed. "Charles?" she said, setting down her glass and pulling out her wand. "What do you want? Are you here to kill me?"
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Aug 17, 2006 22:32:46 GMT -5
"No, I'm not here to kill you," Charles said. "Like I ever could." He raised up his hands, so she could see he wasn't holding his wand. "In fact, if anyone even tries, I'll kill them meself. No, Isabella, I just want to talk. Or is that so distasteful to you?"
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 17, 2006 22:35:08 GMT -5
She eyed him carefully for a minute, then decided he was being sincere. "All right, sit down. But keep your hands where I can see them." She set down her wand so it was still there on the table in front of her. "What do you want?"
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Aug 17, 2006 22:37:32 GMT -5
"Same old Isabella. You still don't trust me a bit, do you?" Charles said. He frowned, hoping his light tone hid the fact that he was genuinely hurt.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 17, 2006 22:39:07 GMT -5
"What's to trust?" she replied a little harshly. "You never gave me a reason to trust you. Everytime I thought maybe you were halfway decent, you'd do something so obnoxious or stupid... or you'd try to get a little too friendly... or you'd make a bet..."
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Aug 17, 2006 22:42:02 GMT -5
"The bet was a lie, you know. Ericson made that up, because he liked you, too. He was jealous and didn't want to see me get together with you."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 17, 2006 22:42:49 GMT -5
Isabella narrowed her eyes at him. "What do you mean, he liked me, too?"
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Aug 17, 2006 22:47:28 GMT -5
Charles leaned in closer. "I mean he was crazy about you. And so was I. Izzie, didn't you see how much I liked you? I was totally, hopelessly in love with you from almost the first moment I saw you. Half the guys back at Durmstrang were in love with you! Yeah, we were also terrified of you... but in a good way, mostly." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I still am, you know. I just can't find a way to get over you. And I know you're finally happy and in love... and I'm really happy for you. I wish it'd been me, but I'm still glad it happened for you. See why I could never kill you?"
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 17, 2006 22:49:35 GMT -5
Isabella was stunned. "You.... you were in love with me? You mean, it wasn't just about a bet? But... why didn't you just come right out and say it?"
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Aug 17, 2006 22:53:15 GMT -5
"Like I said, I was also terrified of you. And with good reason. My shoulder still aches sometimes, you know." He twisted his arm around for effect. "Look, I tried a little too hard sometimes, and it might have come off the wrong way. I never realized... I just thought you liked guys a little aggressive, because you were. But when I was around you, I did such stupid things, because you just made me crazy."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 17, 2006 22:55:23 GMT -5
Isabella took a sip of her pumpkin juice and shook her head. "When did I become so attractive to men? How did I not realize that so many guys liked me... I just always thought everyone hated me, because I tried so hard to make them hate me."
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Aug 17, 2006 22:58:29 GMT -5
"That's just it," Charles said. "You tried so hard to keep everyone away, so naturally, everyone wanted to be near you to find out what mysteries you were hiding."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 17, 2006 23:02:34 GMT -5
"Well, the truth is, I hated myself. I was miserable and angry and hurt and I didn't want to let anyone see that part of me. I buried it so deep inside and covered it with my mask of ice. I forgot that it was an act. It took Voltaire daring to spin me around a room to make me remember." She sighed. "I'm sorry I hurt you, Charles. I thought you were a jerk, but I guess I really didn't know you. I wouldn't let myself know you."
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Aug 17, 2006 23:05:25 GMT -5
"Well it doesn't matter now. The good thing is, you've found happiness. You're happy, you're in love... I still wish it was with me, but Voltaire is a good man. He's a lucky bastard, but he's a good man." Charles leaned back and shrugged. "Even though I'm still with the Dark Lord and you're not, I want you to know that if you ever need anything... just call on me. I'll be there. It may be stupid, but I can't deny you anything."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 18, 2006 22:21:05 GMT -5
Isabella was speechless. She hadn't expected any of this from him. "Charles.... thank you. You know, you're making it awfully hard for me to hate you," she added with a wry grin.
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Aug 18, 2006 22:38:59 GMT -5
He smiled back. "I'm glad to hear that. Really, I'm not so bad once you get to know me." He leaned in closer. "Are you sure you're happy with him? I swear, I'd switch sides for you, too. I'd do anything for you. Always would." he reached across the table and touched her cheek lightly.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 18, 2006 22:44:41 GMT -5
Isabella pulled back and grabbed his hand, pulling it away roughly. "You always did take things too far," she said, keeping her voice light. "Charles, you can't keep saying these things to me and you can't touch me. Otherwise I may have to dislocate the other shoulder." She shook her head at him sympathetically. "I am happy with him. I love him, more than I would have thought possible. I'm sorry that I hurt you, even though at the time I wasn't sorry at all. But I'm married now and I love my husband."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Aug 18, 2006 22:52:40 GMT -5
Voltaire Had returned from a day in Russia, the Pixies didn't need any convincing at all! they gladly joined with Albus and were already migrating towards Hogwarts. They didn't trust portkeys for some reason. He walked into the three broomsticks intending on getting a quick, drink smell some second hand, and head back to his lovely Isa and kids. He spotted someone sitting at a table looking as beautiful and wonderful as he had left her and forgot about getting a drink and made a B-line toward her. "Isa?" he said with a grin on his face not noticing the blond, for the moment.
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