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Post by Charles Mortensen on Jun 6, 2007 20:57:42 GMT -5
I really don't know what it does," Charles said. "I'm not really even convinced it does anything at all... I think he just wants it because it ws Slytherin's. But I don't know. You really have it with you now?"
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 6, 2007 21:05:34 GMT -5
Isabella nodded. "I do. I had to basically steal it from a friend, so I'm not really feeling very good about this. I'll do anything to get my son back... but I'm wondering if this is the right thing to do. You really have no idea what he's going to do with it?"
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Jun 6, 2007 21:12:05 GMT -5
"I wish I did," Charles said. "The only person who might know is Claudia, but there's no way we're going to get anything out of her. She doesn't work well with others. If you even attempt to speak to her out of turn, she'll rip your bloody head off."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 6, 2007 21:15:48 GMT -5
Isabella frowned. "I'm well aware of Claudia's anti-social tendencies. Thank Merlin I'm not actually related to her." She hesitated for a moment, then reached into her robe pocket and pulled out the locket. With her wand, she removed the spell that made it appear invisible, then held it out to Charles. "It's really quite an ugly thing, isn't it?" she commented.
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Jun 6, 2007 21:18:29 GMT -5
Charles shrugged. "Well, I bloody well wouldn't wear it. But garish for my tastes. But, hell, who'm I to judge?" He took the locket from her. "You're sure you want to do this? Maybe there's another way...."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 6, 2007 21:25:55 GMT -5
"No... just take it," Isabella said. "It already became too late when I stole it." She sighed heavily and closed her eyes. "Just take it and go. Every second without my baby is killing me. I can't stand to think what he's going through..."
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Jun 6, 2007 21:28:33 GMT -5
"All right then," Charles said. "I'll bring it to him and then I'll contact you when it's safe to bring you in there." He put his hands on her shoulders. "It's going to be OK, Isabella. I promise. You'll get your baby back. I'll probably be killed for helping you, but hell, what've I got to live for anyway?"
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 6, 2007 21:32:04 GMT -5
"Charles, don't talk like that," Isabella said. "You're clever and you're slippery. You'll get away, and you can just disappear. If we do this right, he won't even know you were involved, and he'll never know what happened to you. And I'm sure you can find some girl who will love you. You just let yourself get stuck, and you stopped looking."
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Jun 6, 2007 21:42:50 GMT -5
Charles was very close to her at that moment. "I stopped looking because I found the one I wanted," he said softly. "I can't help it, ever since I was 13, I've been a complete fool for you. I still remember your first words to me."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 6, 2007 21:48:25 GMT -5
Isabella laughed slightly. "And what were they? 'Get the hell out of my face'?"
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Jun 6, 2007 21:52:11 GMT -5
"Close," Charles replied, inching closer to her. "You said, 'What the hell are you looking at, maggot face'. I never forgot that... the way your eyes flashed when you called me maggot face..." He leaned in and put his lips on hers.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 6, 2007 21:54:35 GMT -5
For just a few seconds did their lips touch before Isabella gently turned her face away, while holding him back with one hand. "Charles, don't. Remember what I said? I can't do this. I know what you want, and I can't give it to you. I still love him."
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Jun 6, 2007 21:57:01 GMT -5
Charles closed his eyes and backed away slowly. At least he'd had those few seconds... "I know. But... he's cheating on you. With that woman."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 6, 2007 22:00:22 GMT -5
Isabella nodded. "Yes. But two wrongs don't make a right. And I'm already doing that in stealing that locket and giving it to you so that I can get my son back. I won't do it a second time." She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "I will deal with Voltaire, after I get my son back. I'll listen to his explanation, and I'll deal with him accordingly. But I can't very well get mad at him if I do the same thing, now can I? Charles... I'm very grateful to you for what you're doing. But I can't do that, OK?"
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Jun 6, 2007 22:02:55 GMT -5
Charles sighed sadly. "I know. But I had to bloody try, now didn't I?" He brushed himself off and got to his feet, slipping the necklace into the pocket of his black leather robe. "Well, I guess I'd better get going before I humiliate myself even more and start begging. I'll contact you as soon as I can. You can trust me."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 6, 2007 22:04:23 GMT -5
"I know," Isabella said. "Thank you, Charles. And good luck. I'll be waiting to hear from you."
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Jun 6, 2007 22:06:36 GMT -5
Charles headed for the door, then turned around and looked over his shoulder at her. "Izzy.... did I ever have a chance? Even a little chance? If you hadn't met him, could we ever have... maybe?"
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 6, 2007 22:10:32 GMT -5
Isabella sighed. The truth was, there was a time when she had always figured she'd end up in a loveless marriage with someone exactly like Charles. She'd never suspected he felt the way he did about her... and she'd never felt anything for him. But then, she had never really known him--only the act he had always put on for her. But she didn't want to give him false hope... and she didn't want to upset him further. So she simply said, "Maybe. Now go on, get out of here, Maggot Face!"
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Post by Charles Mortensen on Jun 6, 2007 22:13:08 GMT -5
Charles smiled. "All right, then," he said. "I'm going. Talk to you soon." He opened the door and headed out into the cover of darkness. When he was out of range from the cabin's security systems, he apparated.
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