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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Aug 20, 2006 23:25:26 GMT -5
"Well, i was the only child. My mother and father are still alive, when i took up dueling, we got into an arugment about it, he was right though, I was it it for cheap thrills and money I've been too proud to go back and talk to him and my mother..." Said Voltaire a little sadly, "I was a happy kid, They tried their best for me, but my mother's family made things hard, my aunts weren't the nicest of women." he said looking at the back of his hand, it bore a very faint discolouration.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 20, 2006 23:32:04 GMT -5
She shifted in the bed so she could kiss him on the lips. "Oh, darling, I think you should talk to them. We should go visit them. I went to visit my horrible parents, and it was the hardest thing I ever did. But I feel better for it. I'm finally free of what they did to me. But your parents... they loved you. It'll be easier for you. I'll come with you."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Aug 20, 2006 23:39:20 GMT -5
Voltaire smiled "your right, With everything that's happened I'd forgotten about seeing my parents again...I know my mother will adore you...and she'll forgive me for plifering her necklace!" he said blushing as he admitted to taking it without express permission.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 20, 2006 23:43:34 GMT -5
Isabella smiled. "I hope she does," she replied. "I'm still so sorry about the way my mother behaved when you met her... I really had expected the worst from my father, not my mother. But as awful as it was, I'm still glad I went. I felt like such a weight was lifted from me when I was done." She kissed him again. "So you took the necklace without telling her?" she added, grinning.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Aug 20, 2006 23:53:33 GMT -5
Voltaire grinned "Yes I snuck back into the house, I think just before Elle Wright was kidnapped, My mother and Father were downstairs dealing with my aunts and I took it then, i climbed out the window and then apperated out of there." he said grinning.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 20, 2006 23:58:49 GMT -5
She laughed. "Oh, you really are evil, aren't you?" she said. "Well, I hope your mother doesn't mind. I'll try my best to make a good impression on her. I've never really been good at meeting people, but I'm not the same person now." She kissed him and leaned her head on his shoulder. "I love you," she whispered again as she closed her eyes.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Aug 21, 2006 20:00:51 GMT -5
"Your my wife, I doubt she'll mind... she always did say the Woman that married me would have to be Insane, so seeing you, the most level headed woman on earth is bound to make her over joyed!" he said kissing her neck. "Besides if they give you any grief over it, I'll just pout and my mother will give in to me...heheh" he said chuckling at the thought of his mother giving in to him.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 21, 2006 22:35:58 GMT -5
"I'm not so sure I'm not insane," Isabella said, kissing him. "I honestly think I took leave of my senses the second you kissed me that night. But if your mother is anything like me, there's nothing in this world that she could deny you."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Aug 21, 2006 22:48:43 GMT -5
"Your going to seriously wonder how I am the way I am! My parents aren't anything like me!" he said cuddling with Isa. "But in away, i guess i'm really like my father, he's far less... colourful as you put it!" he said grinning, his father was like a palate of grey in comparision!
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 21, 2006 22:55:18 GMT -5
"Well, if you were any other way, I doubt you could have reached me," Isabella said. "You're crazy and you're fearless, and everyone else was far too... normal... to catch my attention and far too cowardly to even try. So however you ended up the way you are, I'm glad for it. I had never met anyone else like you, and you were just what I needed to shake me out of my cold, stale little world!" She began to kiss his neck. "I can't wait to meet your parents. They still have to be better than mine."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Aug 21, 2006 23:01:47 GMT -5
"Well they aren't anything like yours! it might even be fun! My mother isn't going to forgive me easily about not brining her to the wedding...or letting her fuss over your dress or anything..." he said suddenly a little afraid of the wrath of a mother in law that wasn't invited...
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 21, 2006 23:13:28 GMT -5
Isabella smiled. "We'll just have to explain that we did it in a hurry. It's the truth, after all. I do have some pictures that were taken that day... Vincent took a whole bunch of pictures. Hopefully that will appease them. And if not, we could hold another, more intimate ceremony with your family. I'd marry you again in a heartbeat."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Aug 21, 2006 23:18:31 GMT -5
"I think that will more than please my mother!" he said liking the idea of marrying her again. "We can do it after the baby is born. exchange our necklaces for the rings and let the grandparents bond with all our "children" " he said grinning.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 22, 2006 21:53:00 GMT -5
"That sounds like a great idea," Isabella said, kissing him. "When do you think you want to go visit them? We could ask Dumbledore to set up another portkey. It might be a good idea to do it soon, since it's nearly Christmas."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Aug 22, 2006 22:05:46 GMT -5
"We won't have to go far. " he said leaning his head on hers. "Should we take the girls with us? they might want to see their Aunt." he said a little thoughtfully.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 22, 2006 22:11:07 GMT -5
"We can ask them," she said. "Like I said, it's almost Christmas, it might be nice to have a little family get-together. I've never really had one of those warm and fuzzy family holidays. The closest I had was the year I stayed with my grandmother." She had a faraway look in her eyes as she said this.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Aug 22, 2006 22:28:46 GMT -5
"Well your going to have them alot more often, at least three times a year if not more!" he said turning her head to kiss her. "My mother always liked making cookies during this time of year. Once she charmed all the frosting and things to fly around the kitchen and randomly land on the cookies...I think I was about five when she did that." he said rubbing the back of his head thoughfully.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 22, 2006 22:36:56 GMT -5
She smiled. "I can't wait. That sounds wonderful." She kissed him deeply. "The year I stayed at my grandmother's house, she enchanted all the stuffed animals to sing for me. We were singing Christmas songs all night long. We had real fairies on the tree, and they sang, too. And we had a fire going in the fireplace and Gram and I just sat around and ate cookies and drank hot chocolate. It was so beautiful... but I never had anything like it again." She leaned up and looked at him seriously. "You're sure your mom will like me? The more we talk about this, the more nervous I'm starting to get. And I never get nervous."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Aug 22, 2006 22:56:56 GMT -5
" I'm sure she'll like you! I married you after all. That has to be a plus in your direction. Just don't worry about it, it will be fine! " he said holding her close. "Even if things don't turn out that way, I know I love you and nothing can change that.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 22, 2006 23:02:16 GMT -5
Isabella leaned up on one arm and ran her fingers over the little bit of beard on his chin and across his cheek. "I don't know what I ever did to deserve you," she whispered.
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