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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Apr 21, 2007 21:11:05 GMT -5
Vincent pointed. "See! He doesn't even know anything! Can I kill him now?"
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Apr 21, 2007 23:14:58 GMT -5
"No, Vincent, please," Isabella said. She looked at Charles. "You saw Voltaire? Where was he? What was he doing?"
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Apr 21, 2007 23:28:26 GMT -5
Charles looked at Vincent and Emily. "Er... you know what? Why don't you talk to them first, and then we can talk about it in private, OK?"
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Apr 22, 2007 10:37:21 GMT -5
"Yeah, OK, let's go in the back and talk for a bit," Vincent agreed. "I don't really want to talk to him anyway. My fist might slip and 'accidentally' hit his face." He took Isabella by one arm and Emily by the other and led them both into the back room.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Apr 22, 2007 21:01:52 GMT -5
Isabella followed Vincent and Emily into the back room and eased herself into a chair. It was hard to believe that only two days ago, she had given birth. It already felt like years since she'd held her son. She sighed and looked at them. "OK, so here's what happened," she began. "Someone took Conor right out of Hogwarts. We think it was an inside job--someone already in the school, who works for Voldemort. A teacher, perhaps, or a student. All we know is that they took a portkey. Angelique St. Clare is investigating unauthorized portkeys that may have been set up in the last week or so. I need you guys to do whatever you can to investigate who might have done it, and more importantly, where they might have taken him. Can you help me?"
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Apr 22, 2007 22:52:25 GMT -5
"Of course we will, Isabella. You know we will. I'll contact the other aurors and have them all start working on your case." He looked at her and sighed. "You should really go home and get some rest. You just gave birth two days ago. You look exhausted. And have you eaten anything at all today?"
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Apr 22, 2007 22:54:10 GMT -5
Isabella held up her hands. "No, I can't rest. Not until I find my son. You don't understand... it's like a part of me has been ripped out. And this situation with Voltaire... it's just making everything worse."
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Apr 22, 2007 22:55:06 GMT -5
Vincent leaned in to look at her. "Isabella... what exactly happened with Voltaire? What aren't you telling us? Did something else happen?"
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Apr 22, 2007 22:56:49 GMT -5
Isabella rubbed her eyes tiredly. "Oh, nothing... It's just... I think he's left me. We had a horrible fight after the baby was taken... I blamed him for leaving Conor unattended. When I went to look for him later, he was gone, along with some of his things... and he left his wedding ring."
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Apr 22, 2007 23:00:38 GMT -5
Vincent frowned. "Oh, Isabella... I'm so sorry," he said. He didn't know what else to say. He was truly shocked... he had always thought Isabella and Voltaire were such a solid couple. That nothing could break them up.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Apr 22, 2007 23:03:50 GMT -5
"Oh, no," Isabella said, pointing her finger at him. "Don't give me that look. That look of pity. I'm going to fix all this. I'm going to get my baby back, and I'm going to get my husband back. No matter what it takes." She stood up and raised her chin determinedly. "OK, I should go see what Charles wants. Just... let me know if you find out anything, OK? I'll be in touch." She walked out, looking as dignified as she could manage, considering that she felt broken in a thousand pieces.
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Apr 23, 2007 14:36:00 GMT -5
Charles was sitting at the bar, throwing back a drink, when he saw Isabella walking briskly out from the back. He smiled slightly. He'd always loved to watch her walk. Now, she was glorious, with her incredibly long legs. It would be a while before she was back in her high heels, but even still, her legs seemed to go on for miles. He quickly finished the rest of his drink, then stood up. "OK, Isabella, where do you want to go to talk?" he said.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Apr 23, 2007 15:26:04 GMT -5
Isabella walked up to Charles and grabbed his arm. "We need to talk in private," she said. "Hang on, I'm going to apparate us there." Before he even had a chance to protest, They both apparated together.
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Post by Emily Alchemia on Apr 23, 2007 15:40:04 GMT -5
Just before Isabella walked out to the front, Emily thought about telling Vincent about the little 'issue' that she found out from Poppy. She sighed deeply as she heard a pop, and then turned to Vincent. "We need to talk," she said seriously. "There's something I have to tell you." Emily figured that she would tell him now, before she lost the nerve to do it.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Apr 23, 2007 15:48:14 GMT -5
Vincent turned to look at Emily, and noticed that she was upset about something. "What is it?" he said worriedly. "Do you know something about Isabella's baby? Or Voltaire?"
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Post by Emily Alchemia on Apr 23, 2007 15:53:58 GMT -5
"No, I know nothing of that," said Emily. "The other day, when I went to see Poppy at the school for that check-up, she scanned me. Well," Emily's voice started to shake. "I can't........ I'm not....," she paused for a second and took a deep breath and started to cry a little, "I'm not able to have children," she finally said, burying her face in her hands.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Apr 23, 2007 16:01:26 GMT -5
Vincent was shocked. For a second, he couldn't breathe. He wrapped his arms around Emily, and held her close to him, but in his mind he could see the dreams he used to have of being a father go up in smoke. "Are.... are you sure?" he stammered at last. "Was Poppy sure? Why? Is it because of the attack?"
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Post by Emily Alchemia on Apr 23, 2007 20:35:52 GMT -5
Emily nodded, and looked up, but not at Vincent. "I'm sure," she said quietly. "She said because of the internal things, she I wouldn't be able." Emily finally looked up at him. "I'm really sorry," she said backing away from his grasp. "I'm so sorry," she continued to repeat.
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Post by Vincent Corrigan on Apr 23, 2007 20:52:08 GMT -5
"Oh, no, baby, don't be sorry," Vincent said, reaching for her hand. "It's not your fault. You didn't do this. But if I ever get my hands on that Charles character, I'll kill him myself. And that witch Claudia Morley. Especially her. But Emily, you're still perfect to me. I love you. We'll... we'll figure something out, OK? At least we'll have each other."
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Post by Emily Alchemia on Apr 23, 2007 21:02:01 GMT -5
Emily stopped backing away, and sat down on the old lumpy couch putting her arms around herself. She finally nodded in agreement, still crying sliently. "I know that," said Emily. "Still. It's not going to be fully okay."
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