Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Apr 7, 2007 0:48:40 GMT -5
Voltaire shut the door to his office, worthless, stupid, negligent bastard. Just like he always was. Never good enough, couldn't hold down anything worth while, even if his life depended on it. He leaned against his door, Using the door-jam to lock the door. he slid to the floor staring at the lifeless feathers of his ex pet. He couldn't hear anything, just the acid snap of "SHUT UP" against his heart
"Don't TOUCH me!" she shouted. "This is not the time for that, and do you think I even want to LOOK at you right now? I trusted you to watch our son for 20 minutes while I took a shower... and you LOST him! He should never have left your sight!"
It was his fault, but he couldn't even hold it together for her...without her, how could he do even half of what anyone else could do for her? Worthless as usual.
'When are you going to get on your feet Voltaire? How much more do I have to put up with you?'
his father had raged on at him that way, He felt the first tears sting at his eyes, He struggled to keep his sobs silent, He couldn't even do a stupid silencing spell! he was pathetic. He felt ripped in two, his head began to pound and he forgot to hold his voice down, he fell to the floor and sobbed, feeling the pain in his head fold over twice, he lost sight, it went black as a sheet of parchment and then the pain lapsed away. All the pain.
Anger flared in his chest. What the feck was he doing?! He stood up and angrily wiped the tears away, then he noticed a ring.
He never wore jewelry on his hands! he took it off his finger and tossed it aside. He charmed a mirror over to his side to see if he looked as sorry as he thought, and he saw he looked nothing like himself! his hair was short and on end, not the dark shoulder length black hair he remembered, no pirate rings, and he was dressed in one of his better suits, not his normal ready to battle clothing. He quickly changed all of that. charms replaced his hair, the clothes in the office changed his suit, his sword looked like it hadn't even been touched and he couldn't fit well in his favorite well worn black trousers.
some one had destroyed him, and taken his son. They would die for it.
He strapped on his weapons that were typical, just because he accepted this stupid teaching job didn't mean he had to look like a penguin all the time. His damn students would get over it. He finished strapping on a blade to his forearm, a nifty muggle trick, and threw on his black frock length coat and left his alma mater.
"Don't TOUCH me!" she shouted. "This is not the time for that, and do you think I even want to LOOK at you right now? I trusted you to watch our son for 20 minutes while I took a shower... and you LOST him! He should never have left your sight!"
It was his fault, but he couldn't even hold it together for her...without her, how could he do even half of what anyone else could do for her? Worthless as usual.
'When are you going to get on your feet Voltaire? How much more do I have to put up with you?'
his father had raged on at him that way, He felt the first tears sting at his eyes, He struggled to keep his sobs silent, He couldn't even do a stupid silencing spell! he was pathetic. He felt ripped in two, his head began to pound and he forgot to hold his voice down, he fell to the floor and sobbed, feeling the pain in his head fold over twice, he lost sight, it went black as a sheet of parchment and then the pain lapsed away. All the pain.
Anger flared in his chest. What the feck was he doing?! He stood up and angrily wiped the tears away, then he noticed a ring.
He never wore jewelry on his hands! he took it off his finger and tossed it aside. He charmed a mirror over to his side to see if he looked as sorry as he thought, and he saw he looked nothing like himself! his hair was short and on end, not the dark shoulder length black hair he remembered, no pirate rings, and he was dressed in one of his better suits, not his normal ready to battle clothing. He quickly changed all of that. charms replaced his hair, the clothes in the office changed his suit, his sword looked like it hadn't even been touched and he couldn't fit well in his favorite well worn black trousers.
some one had destroyed him, and taken his son. They would die for it.
He strapped on his weapons that were typical, just because he accepted this stupid teaching job didn't mean he had to look like a penguin all the time. His damn students would get over it. He finished strapping on a blade to his forearm, a nifty muggle trick, and threw on his black frock length coat and left his alma mater.
