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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 19, 2006 0:08:41 GMT -5
Isabella had been deep in thought, trying to imagine what her real mother might have looked like, when Voltaire suddenly jerked awake. He was sweating and shaking and his heart was beating rapidly. Immediately she wrapped her arms around him and held him close to her. "What is it? What happened?" she asked softly.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 19, 2006 0:14:49 GMT -5
Voltaire quickly leaned into her arms and said "No, it's nothing...just a stupid dream is all...I didn't know they were contagious! dreams that is...I think that old house of yours gave me a nightmare or something...I saw a chicken on your bed...and a broken toy horse... It was just strange. I don't know why I got so scared." he said rubbing his forehead on her shoulder. "It must of just come from the past couple of days... it's been a lot." he said feeling that he didn't have the right to feel so badly when it was Isa's family that had her in a slipknot.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 19, 2006 0:26:18 GMT -5
Isabella kissed him on the temple. "I hate that house. I always have. It was like a big, huge, expansive prison. Well... it was more like a museum, really. All those old antiques and expensive furniture... I wasn't allowed to touch anything or sit anywhere... I spent most of my childhood in my room." She sighed. "I'm not surprised that being in it gave you nightmares. I used to have nightmares about that house, too. Plus there's a very angry spirit that lives in the attic, and every so often, it would come down and wake me from my sleep. I'm glad my mother... I mean, stepmother, got the house, because now I never have to set foot in it again." She began stroking his hair. "Do you want to tell me the dream?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 19, 2006 0:33:16 GMT -5
"It was just ...well Bizzar..." he said lying back with her against the pillows. He shifted and laid an arm across her body and said "I walked down the hall, it was black and white...and dark. I went inside that bedroom and i saw myself in that Halloween shirt i wore to that forsaken ball...and it looked like I barely needed it...I was skin and bones trying to eat something...i guess it was soup with a holey spoon... there was a broken toy horse and a chicken on your bed eating a dead teddy bear... it was just ...weird...that and the skinny me said something, but I don't remember anymore." he said shutting his eyes and cuddling close to her " I don't know why I became so afraid...it's stupid really." he finished and sighed.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 19, 2006 0:45:09 GMT -5
Isabella looked at him worriedly. "Why would you dream that you were so skinny? And the chicken... Maybe the things you saw in your dream are symbols of something? I don't know, I'm not much for dream analysis... maybe we could ask the Divination teacher. I don't think I've ever met her; I think her name is Enid or something." She sighed and gave him another kiss. "Or maybe the after effects of the curse are just affecting your mind..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 19, 2006 1:03:52 GMT -5
"I don't know...I hope not...I don't want to become a raving lunatic that doesn't even need a moon before bubble is born!" he said scrunching his face in what would be pain. "I'm still inclined to blame the muffins rather than that...that would be too...permente...as it is...I feel like I'm a student again...I have folders and parchments filled with notes on dueling and spells...I'm scared I'll have to relearn it all..." he said falling back limply on the bed.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 19, 2006 1:09:58 GMT -5
Isabella kissed him. "It'll be OK, I promise," she said. "We'll figure this out. It's probably something to do with the stress of the day or just being in that house, but we'll figure it out. Don't worry, OK?" She hugged his head to her bosom and thought about it. "We could talk to Dumbledore, if you want. Or Madam Pomfrey?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 19, 2006 1:19:48 GMT -5
"No, I'm sure it was just a stupid dream...I really don't think I'm blessed with any kind of sight...or that I'm going crazy..." he said listening to her heart beat "would you still love me...If i was crazy?" he asked tentatively. He had to admit it bothered him that maybe he was going crazy and that she would eventually want some one that she could trust not to snap with insanity.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 19, 2006 1:35:58 GMT -5
Isabella placed her hand on his cheek and kissed him tenderly. "I would love you even if you were a raving lunatic," she assured him. "I would work as hard as I could to find a way to make you better, and I'd be there for you until you were better. When are you going to realize that you are my life, and I have nothing if I don't have you?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 19, 2006 1:53:03 GMT -5
"I'm just stupid...I need to hear it as often as possible." he said smiling sheepishly. "what time is it? I feel like I've been asleep all day...and I still feel tired!" he said sighing and burying himself in the many pillows. underneath them he said "I feel so...blah!"
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 19, 2006 2:02:52 GMT -5
"Well, I intend to make sure you know it," Isabella said, as her hands began to wander along his bare chest. "Oh... the time? Um, wow, it feels like we've been holed up in here for days, doesn't it?" She laughed and, grabbing her wand, summoned her watch from across the room. "It's four o'clock!" she said with a laugh. "We've been hiding away for hours since we got back from that hellhole. But you know what? There's no where on Earth I'd rather be..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 19, 2006 2:25:44 GMT -5
"Then I Vote we stay here!" said Voltaire erupting from under the pillows "Pants I say are for chumps..." he said pushing a few of the pillows from behind Isa to the floor and sitting behind her, wrapping his arms around. "Do you think we should get lunch or dinner? how about we call it Lunner?" he said kissing the nape of her neck.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 19, 2006 2:32:52 GMT -5
Isabella leaned back against him and tilted her head up to kiss him. "I'm not hungry, are you? Besides, we have the leftovers from breakfast. But if you want some food later, we could just call Bitsy to bring us something. Is there something you're in the mood for?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 19, 2006 2:46:52 GMT -5
"hmmm...No, I think I have everything i want right here" he said biting her shoulder lightly then he said "OH you meant food!" laughing as kissed her neck. "Oh I don't know...Do you think the house elves would know how to make Canh Thit Bo Xao Sa?" he asked seriously "or maybe some Pho mien ga?" he said more to himself than to her.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 19, 2006 2:53:39 GMT -5
Isabella giggled. "I don't know... I suppose you could ask. They prepare it all magically, anyway, I'd imagine they could make whatever you wanted. But... mmmmmmm... I agree... all I really want is here." She began caressing his arms. "You know, we have to enjoy days like this, because when the baby comes, days like this will become very rare." She frowned thoughtfully. "So... where are we going to live?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 19, 2006 3:03:28 GMT -5
"Hmmm, Maybe we could move into the cabin, or we could buy a house somewhere... Living in the schools Professor Apartments doesn't sound to suitable." he said resting his bearded chin on her shoulder. " After the baby's born, do you want me to be the provider, and you stay at home with the baby, or do you want it the other way round?" he asked thinking it was also another thing that needed to be discussed.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 19, 2006 3:15:57 GMT -5
"Maybe we could look into the houses in Hogsmeade village... it would be good to be close to the school. Really, I'm reluctant to leave the safety of the school, but I imagine we'd have to, at least during the summer. They won't let us stay here all year long." At the mention of who would stay at home with the baby, Isabella tilted her head thoughtfully. "You know, I hadn't really thought of that," she said. "I don't really want to give up teaching, but I don't want you to give it up, either. I didn't really think of either of us as being a provider or a stay-at-home parent. I think of us as equals. But you are right... at least until the baby gets a certain age, Bubble should be home with one of us. I suppose I could do it.... But you know, if you have a class one day a week, and I have a class one day a week, we really could just take turns..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 19, 2006 3:24:02 GMT -5
"Oh and also...there's a matter of what the baby will eat...Um...are you going to ...hmm Use those." he said looking pointedly at her chest. "Or will we use some sort of alternative? I really wouldn't think of you any less if you stayed with bubble... or If I stayed with bubble, You'd still be Isa to me." he said not really understanding how anyone would be seen as less than another for staying with the children. "My father never said or did anything that said to me that my mother was less of a provider because she stayed with me." he said bemusedly.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 19, 2006 3:37:09 GMT -5
Isabella giggled. "Well, yes, I did rather think I would try that, at least." She found herself flushing with a strange maternal feeling at the idea of holding her baby at her breast. "They say it is better for the baby. And if I do, I will have to stay with the baby. I just... I don't want to become just a housewife, waiting at home all day for her husband to come home. In my house, of course, neither of my parents stayed with me and they dumped me off on that awful nanny." She shuddered. "I will not do that to Bubble. But we could work something out... we could alternate, or I'll take a year off or something..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 19, 2006 3:46:54 GMT -5
" That sounds reasonable...and you wouldn't be waiting for me, I'm sure you'd find something to do...geez anything i could think to say would probably sound dumb... But on a lighter note...Seeing you feeding bubble would have to be the most amazing thing I think i could ever see while living." he said smiling and squeezing her.
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