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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Aug 26, 2006 23:54:10 GMT -5
Once again Voltaire asked Dumbledore to set him up with a portkey to his parents house near a place called Heathfield *.
This time He had to introduce his wife to his Mother and Father... It was a little nerve racking, he was so impulsive when he asked her to marry him, and only a week later and then it was just so scared she wouldn't marry him and she did and he never got around to actually getting his parents to the wedding! On he hoped he was forgiven... he walked outside and waited for Isa to Join him. He had Given Rori a Portkey to get them there later on. He really didn't want to explain himself like Rori and Anna hanging on the door to embrass him later with tales of "how can anyone forget..."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 27, 2006 0:00:13 GMT -5
Isabella met Voltaire outside, after changing her outfit at least 10 times and re-doing her hair in 4 different styles. She was practically a bundle of nerves when she finally came to a stop next to him. "Do I look OK?" she said nervously.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Aug 27, 2006 0:11:47 GMT -5
Voltaire turned and saw the vision of lovelyness that was his wife.
"You look lovelier every day." he said Sincerely. The weather was becoming wintery and he didn't think anything would a problem.
"Ok Are we Ready then?" he said feeling shakey.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 27, 2006 0:16:15 GMT -5
She frowned. "You just say that because you love me. You're not objective. Maybe I should go back and change into the blue robes..." She turned and started to go back to the castle.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Aug 27, 2006 0:26:33 GMT -5
"NO! It's True! why would I lie to you?" he said feeling his heart Jump into his guts.
"I know my Parents are going to love you...I sent them An olw days ago to tell them when we were going to show up." he was just starting just to want to throw up with nerves.
"I don't know about you, but I feel like throwing up.." he said feeling queasy.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 27, 2006 0:32:15 GMT -5
"I do, too," she confessed, turning to look at him. "I've never met anyone's parents before... and I really, really want them to like me! And I don't really have a history of making great first impressions..." She sighed and put her arms around him. "OK, maybe we should just hurry up and go so we can end this torture..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Aug 27, 2006 0:35:58 GMT -5
"Alright!" he said swallowing hard and pulling out the portkey, It was a Tea kettle. He held it out to her and took hold of her hand. Oh they were going to his Parents house!
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 27, 2006 0:38:14 GMT -5
Isabella closed her eyes and clung to him as the Portkey transported them to Voltaire's parents house. She was so nervous, but at least the motion of the Portkey distracted her from the jittery feelings in her stomach.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Aug 27, 2006 0:49:43 GMT -5
They landed a bit smoothing on a small hill near his Parents house. it was a fairly large cottage, the front garden was neatly trimmed back for winter and there was a fire going in the fireplace. Voltarie took a calming breath. His letter said he was going to introduce them to someone important...not that the person was his wife! He held Isabella's handa little tighter and they walked slowly down the hill and up the stone path way he played on when he was younger. He Knocked on the door and waited a moment until she short mother answered the door. Her once dark hair was now white and sliver tied back from her face. She looked up and smiled and said "Hello Button! Oh it's been so long! You've gotten taller?" she asked looking at him with such a smile he felt terrible for feeling so worried.
"Hello Mum, It has been a long time." he said again feeling guilty. She stepped away from the door and ushered them both inside and then asked the million galleon question "Who is this lady you present to me?" she said smiling at Isabella polietly. "You Father is in the kitchen." she mentioned.
"Mum, Ah, This is my...Wife. Isabella Rothschild." he said feeling a cold shiver run down his back as his mother gave him an almost blank dumbfounded look.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 27, 2006 0:57:57 GMT -5
Isabella was blushing out of nervousness, as well as the embarassment of actually blushing, something she hadn't done since she was 8 years old. She extended her hand. "Hi, Mrs. SkipIt, it's a pleasure to finally meet you...." she said in a slightly shaky voice.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Aug 27, 2006 1:08:15 GMT -5
Marie Skipit had never had to take in so much at once. Knowing her family, that was shocking.
"Ah, well hello then." she said shooting a glare at her son, he had the good sense to look ashamed. She took the lady's hand and shook it firmly. She seemed like a good woman. But she also seemed scared out of her wits.
"Voltaire, I have to speak with you in the kitchen with your father. Isabella, Please have a seat in the parlor. I'll bring out some tea dear, Do you like chamomile?" she asked warmly taking Isabella to the Parlor. It was a warm and cozy room with squashy chairs and sofa and a warm fire, Leaving Voltaire in the vestibule looking stricken.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 27, 2006 1:13:07 GMT -5
Isabella smiled, but she was still extremely nervous. "Chamomile tea would be lovely, thank you," she said, hoping her voice sounded warm and friendly.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Aug 27, 2006 1:52:04 GMT -5
"Please call me Marie dear." she said smiling "We won't be long, we just have to Yell at your 'husband'." she said walking back to Voltaire. Being a short woman, she grabbed him by the collar and dragged him into the kitchen.
Évariste was sitting at the scrubbed table drinking hot tea when his wife and son, well wife dragging son entered the kitchen.
"Your SON, MARRIED a woman and brought her here!" she said letting go of Volatire's collar. Évariste raised an eyebrow. Of all the things his son had done...this seemed to be the most foolish.
"Do you know this woman at all? What is she to you?" he asked sternly standing from his chair.
Voltaire straightened his collar and looked just as sternly at his father. "Yes I know her. She's my Life, My sky, she made me want to come and see you again, she made me want a family." he said strongly.
Évariste had never seen his son so serious. Anger, sadness, childness were all what he considered common on his face, but this, this was new.
"Marie, I think I believe him." he said and Voltaire was floored, this was a man he nearly had a fist fight with for wanting to duel.
"Why didn't you tell us you loved someone and wanted to marry?" Asked Marie.
"I don't know, I came back from America, met Isabella and at first she didn't even notice me... I don't know how but I got her to pay attention to me and then I don't even know when I couldn't live without her." he said feeling his heart clench.
Marie and Évariste looked at each other and they nodded, "Alright let's go met your wife then." he said walking back to his cup of tea, taking a drink and then walking to the sink and pouring it out. Marie took out her wand and spelled a tray with a fancy teapot with hot tea and warm set of cups.
"Well back to the parlor." she said smiling abliet moistly at her son.
they trooped back to the parlor and Isabella still seemed nervous.
"Hi!" he said almost squeekily. to which his mother looked almost proudly at her son. He was in love and married.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 27, 2006 2:00:30 GMT -5
Isabella smiled nervously. She really hoped Voltaire's mother hadn't already decided to hate her. She had imagined so many ways for the conversation in the kitchen to go, and most of them involved a severe criticism of the brazen hussy who had stolen their son away and married him without telling his parents. She hoped the conversation hadn't been that bad, but she couldn't imagine it going well... she knew she should have worn the blue, high-collared robe... She didn't know what to say, so she sat their with her hands in her lap.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Aug 27, 2006 2:15:25 GMT -5
"Dear, there is no need to look like a child being scolded, I in fact blamed him before you." said Marie noting her daughter in laws nervousness.
"Her sweetheart, have a cup of tea." she waved her wand and the cup and tea flew from the tray gracefully and poured it's self and set a lump of sugar on the rim of the saucer and a wedge of lemon and floated with a teaspoon to Isabella.
"So I have to hear about what my Button did to enchant you, He's never been good at charms at all!" she said sitting down and smiling happily at her dauther in law. My that was nice to think she thought.
Évariste smiled at the woman, she was very pretty, she looked like a strong woman, exactly what his son needed. "Yes I would love to hear what our Button did." he said with still a light accent to his voice. Voltaire meanwhile sat next to his wife and was a shade of pink.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 27, 2006 2:21:15 GMT -5
Isabella felt the knot in her stomach begin to ease as she took a sip of the tea. She smiled warmly at Voltaire's parents. "It was the simplest thing, really," she said. "He took my hand and spun me around a room. And when we talked, he made me smile and laugh... two things I hadn't done for a very long time before I met him. I fell in love with him almost immediately."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Aug 27, 2006 22:08:56 GMT -5
Évariste smiled at Voltaires' colour and said "No, He did something, I can tell by that look on his face. What did he say?" he asked grinning like a cat that got the canary. "What is he doing now? You look like a woman that wouldn't put up the the life of a duelist husband, what with all the women that through themselves at winners, the drinking and the arrogance of the one's betting or settling scores!" he said his french accent a little more apparent now that he was trying to tease his son on his life style. Marie chuckled at her husbands and whispered to him
"Oh your cruel." and smiled at Voltaire, who was still looking pink and now a little more on edge. He kept his lips shut. This was the time that Isabella would get to bond with them before having to announce the up coming birth of their child!. Just the thought of that set his stomache swirling.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 27, 2006 22:17:04 GMT -5
Isabella was still a bit tense, and the mention of women throwing themselves at Voltaire caused her to twitch very slightly. But she smiled at Voltaire's father, whose accent she found charming. "Honestly, he won me over with a single dance. Although I tried to play hard to get, he won me over almost immediately." She took a sip of her tea, then added, "We actually both work at Hogwarts now. I teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Voltaire is the Dueling Instructor." She gave them both a smile.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Aug 27, 2006 22:34:10 GMT -5
Évariste grinned proudly "A teacher now! Ah" he said looking at his son, who gave him a lopsided smile and then looked at his shoes.
"Ah, Well...I'm going to look at my old bedroom!" announced Voltaire, standing abruptly and walking toward the hall. He stopped and turned and with a frown he asked "Mum, which way is it to my room?"
Marie laughed and said "You haven't been away that long! Surely you know where your room is!" Voltarie have her another stricken look and worriedly he turned and walked down the hall.
"That boy!" she said with a laugh and placing a hand over her heart "He's always had a terrible sense of humour! Has he pulled such things on you?" she asked taking a sip of tea that her charm had already sugared for her.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 27, 2006 22:39:27 GMT -5
Isabella was worried, but she kept it hidden. "I think he's pulling something on me now by leaving me alone when he knows I'm incredibly nervous!" She laughed slightly.
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