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Post by Emily Alchemia on Jun 18, 2007 14:01:41 GMT -5
"Exactly," said Emily. "I do believe it would. I mean if Voldemort wanted it, it has to gain Charles something if he found it and gave it to him, right?"
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 18, 2007 14:10:08 GMT -5
"I hope so..." Isabella said. "I just hate being in the dark about things. And I wish Voltaire was here instead of traipsing around with that... that... girl... what can he be thinking? I said a few harsh things, but nothing that should have made him decide to give up on what we have just like that. He said worse things to me when we broke up that last time..." She rubbed her head again. "Anyway, I'm going to make myself crazy if I keep thinking this way. Do you want some tea or anything?"
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Post by Emily Alchemia on Jun 18, 2007 14:22:26 GMT -5
"We'll make sure that everything gets back to normal," said Emily. "Vincent will let us know something when he talks to Voltaire, and we can just go from there. But I could go for some tea if you don't mind."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 18, 2007 14:32:03 GMT -5
"I just hope Vincent can get through to him better than Charles did," Isabella said. She stood up and headed into the kitchen to make some tea. "I'm actually glad you'll be staying here. It's really been very lonely here. I was even thinking of going to visit the girls at camp."
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Post by Emily Alchemia on Jun 18, 2007 14:42:57 GMT -5
"Maybe visiting the girls at camp might be a good thing," said Emily. "And thanks for letting me stay." Emily smiled. "Isa, do you need help with the tea or anything?"
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 18, 2007 14:58:44 GMT -5
"No, I'm fine," Isabella said as she tapped the tea kettle and it began to whistle. "But if you want, I think there are some biscuits in the cabinet that would go well with the tea. What kind of tea do you like? I have herbal tea, chamomile tea, and some regular English Brekfast tea."
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Post by Emily Alchemia on Jun 18, 2007 15:04:39 GMT -5
"Anything is fine with me," said Emily. "I'm not really picky when it comes to tea. I'll just take whatever you're going to have." She walked into the kitchen and looked in the cabinet for a couple of biscuts and but a few on a plate. "There we go."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 18, 2007 15:13:31 GMT -5
"OK, well, I know I'm a bit tired of the chamomile and herbal teas. I had to drink them a lot when I was pregnant because everything else upset my stomach. So let's just go with the English Breakfast tea." She measured out the tea, then got the cream and sugar and put them on platter and carried them out to the living room.
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Post by Emily Alchemia on Jun 18, 2007 15:26:31 GMT -5
"That's fine," said Emily. She picked up the small plate of biscuits and carried them into the living room and took a seat on the couch.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 18, 2007 15:40:34 GMT -5
Isabella set the tray down on the coffee table, then sat down next to Emily. "I wonder how long it will be before I hear from Charles," she commented.
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Post by Emily Alchemia on Jun 18, 2007 19:47:31 GMT -5
"I don't think it will be that long," said Emily. "I mean if Voldemort was looking for it and Charles supposedly found it, then I'm sure Voldemort will trust him more."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 19, 2007 15:01:14 GMT -5
"Yeah, I know. I just... I'm not very good at being patient. I just want my baby and my husband back. But I don't know how I'll ever be able to face Wesley, knowing I stole that necklace from him before he had a chance to figure out what its power was. His wife died because of that necklace..."
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Post by Emily Alchemia on Jun 19, 2007 19:31:16 GMT -5
"I'll tell you what," said Emily. "We'll try and get the necklace back if possible. I don't know if we'll be able to, but it never hurts to try, but don't worry about that right now. I'm sure Wesley would have probably done the same if it was his child in danger."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 19, 2007 21:34:46 GMT -5
Isabella relaxed slightly. "You're probably right about that," she said. "He's already lost one child, and I know he'd do anything to protect Natalie. "We can try to get it back, but I have a feeling that will be almost impossible. And if we did, I think he'd be even more likely to want to kill us than he already is. But it's a nice thought."
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Post by Emily Alchemia on Jun 20, 2007 7:48:08 GMT -5
"That's true, but around here I'm starting to think around here anything and everything is possible," said Emily. She leaned over to the table and took a biscuit. "Do you want one?"
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 20, 2007 8:57:50 GMT -5
Isabella took a sip of her tea, then leaned over and took a biscuit. "Thanks," she said. "To tell you the truth, since Voltaire left, I haven't really been eating very much. I'm not a very good cook. I never really learned. Voltaire did all the cooking." Suddenly she remembered her poor house-elf Bitsy, who she had sent to work at Hogwarts, and she laughed slightly. "Although I forgot that I inherited my father's house-elf... I could probably summon her here and she could fix us a real meal..."
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Post by Emily Alchemia on Jun 20, 2007 12:05:04 GMT -5
Emily smiled. "Well, I haven't really eatten a meal in awhile either. I normally grab something from the Three Broomsticks, since it's a few shops up from the Hog's Head."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 20, 2007 12:58:40 GMT -5
"Darn," Isabella said. "I was hoping you'd be a better cook than I am. Well, I guess I can summon Bitsy and have her cook for us. You'd like Bitsy. She's sweet. Most house-elves are a little strange and skittish, but Bitsy was almost like a mother to me. I'll wait a little while, though."
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Post by Emily Alchemia on Jun 20, 2007 14:34:18 GMT -5
"That's fine. I never really tried to cook to be honest. Sometimes I just don't have the time," said Emily. "Although, I can do toast and cereal," she said with a laugh.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jun 20, 2007 21:58:13 GMT -5
"Ah, I think you're probably better than I am," said Isabella, laughing. "I even burn toast." She gave a funny smile, realizing how good it was to laugh again.
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