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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Aug 31, 2006 21:13:21 GMT -5
In the kitchen Marie finally stopped embracing her sister's daughter. "You've grown so much! Here let me get you some coco." she said bustling about the kitchen. Meanwhile Voltaire's father winked at Rori and said "Some things are better not asked." he grinned and said to his wife "I think maybe our son found his old room."
Marie chuckled and said "she probably didn't believe me about the teddy bear. Oh could you believe that boy tried saying he didn't remember where his room was!" she clucked as she set a cup in front of Rori at the kitchen table.
meanwhile upstairs Voltaire grinned at his wife. "Your hair is fine." and he kissed her. He quickly bent over and picked up Rufus and dusted him off and handed him to Isa. "I want you to have him...I pitched a fit when i was twelve to keep him...I don't know why I didn't take him with me, or why they didn't throw it out" he said smiling at the bear. He was a faded light brown, he had no yard where his mouth should of been, no felt on his nose. his eyes still shown and he was well worn.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 31, 2006 21:29:23 GMT -5
Isabella cuddled the teddy bear to her. "Well, it's not quite as good as the real thing," she said with a wink, "but thank you. I love it because you loved it." She set the bear back down on the bed. "I think he's better off staying here for now. I want to make sure your mother doesn't need any help in the kitchen." She walked over and kissed him on the cheek. "All right, let's get downstairs."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Aug 31, 2006 21:34:18 GMT -5
Voltaire smiled at her and nodded and they held hands as they made their way down the hall and down the steps. At the bottom landing Voltaire stopped, turned and embraced Isabella. "I love you more than ever for making me come and see my parents...I didn't realize how much Love." he said kissing her.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 31, 2006 21:45:46 GMT -5
She smiled and kissed him. "You're welcome. I just felt that there was something missing, something you needed. Your parents love you and you shouldn't let such a distance grow between you. You should really talk to your father and get some of the old issues out in the open. I really think you'll feel better for it."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Aug 31, 2006 22:05:03 GMT -5
Voltaire made a face, He didn't want to have a heavy talk with his dad. "AFTER the holiday...I'm not looking forward to eating my words..." he said sighing still having her in his arms. "Oh to be young and think you know everything!" he said looking up at the ceiling in what might of been a supplication toward heaven.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 31, 2006 22:09:27 GMT -5
"OK, fair enough," she said, still smiling. "So... did women really throw themselves at you after duels?" She raised an eyebrow at him suspiciously.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Aug 31, 2006 22:22:09 GMT -5
Voltaire felt a ice cold rock slide down his gut. "Yes...they would, But believe me! they were all exceedingly vapid, asking me asnine questions like 'what's your real name?' or 'Does your 'wand' do that in private too?' all extremly annoying and pointless." he said frowning. Of course he didn't mention that on some occasions he would merely "smile and nod" and get what he wanted from them.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 31, 2006 22:30:19 GMT -5
Isabella frowned. "Well, I'm glad I didn't know you in your dueling days, then. First off, I never would have thrown myself at you. And even if you had been able to get my attention, I would have had to kill all the women who did out of principle." She kissed him. "Come on, we'd better get in the kitchen now."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Aug 31, 2006 22:39:42 GMT -5
Voltaire stood in his tracks for a moment then roared with laughter. "That's why I love you!" he said still grinning as he walked towards her and wrapped an arm around her. He steered her into the kitchen where he found his mother, father, and Rori looking at him strangely.
"what? It had to be done! she's so wonderful when she's serious!" he said kissing her on her temple.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 31, 2006 22:45:31 GMT -5
She gave him an amused grin. "Well, I should hope I'm wonderful all the time," she teased, giving him a playful bump with her hip. She looked at Rori and smiled. "Rori, I'm so glad you made it! I guess Anna was delayed?" She was a little worried about Anna travelling alone, but then realized that anyone who dared take on Anna would certainly regret it. "You have a lovely house, Marie," she added, smiling warmly.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Aug 31, 2006 22:54:08 GMT -5
Marie smiled and said "Thank you, I take it Voltaire was showing you the upstairs?" she walked toward them. "If i were you, I wouldn't worry about Anna, she's a spitfire like her mother, Only much more sane." she giggled, but she noticed a dark look from her husband
"Oh aye, i'm talking about her life! not her death." she said seriously.**
Voltaire however laughed and turned to Isa and said "maybe I got my sense of humour from my mother!" he winked at his mother, who waved him off and took Isa by the hand toward the table. "If it was spring, you'd love the back garden." she said as her house elf popped behind a chair and pulled it out for Isa.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Aug 31, 2006 22:58:22 GMT -5
"Yes, he was just showing me around," Isabella said, winking at Voltaire. "I'll have to come here in the spring sometime so I can see the garden. I wish I was good with plants, or cooking for that matter, but I confess, I've never really learned. My family had house elves to do everything and I had no one to teach me."
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Post by Rori Logan on Sept 1, 2006 14:33:25 GMT -5
Rori gave a little cough and grinned at Isa. "Sane, Aunt Marie?" Rori laughed. "Yeah, okay. Whatever you say." Rori busted out into giggle fits thinking about someone else traveling with Anna. Oh more than once did she herself have that pleasure.........
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 1, 2006 20:05:43 GMT -5
Marie smiled at her niece and then turned to Isabella "Oh I'll be happy to teach you some of the things I've learned over the years...The only reason we have Epit, is because we inherited her when Voltaire's grandmother passed when he was four. Then it was battle between me and her to get the chores done..." she whispered toward Isabella"I've never liked the idea of having an elf in the house." then she stood back and said "Epit, would you set out some biscuits for everyone?" and with a pop a tray of sugar cookies appeared on the kitchen table and a shadow in the far corner scurried into a pantry. "I wish she wouldn't hide like that!" she said frowning waving her wand so a chair was pulled out for Voltaire.
His father was sitting at the head of the table, sitting quietly as ever observing it all. He wasn't a man of much talk. It was his personal philosophy that a man shouldn't speak unnecessarily. In other words, Always do what you said you do drunk while sober, and if you were going to do that, you'd better learn when it was best to speak.
His son never learned that, but gained a reputation of a charmer and silver tongued devil. Not a becoming image to him, but he learned that it was how his son was, so merely let it be.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 1, 2006 22:27:19 GMT -5
Isabella nodded. "I'm used to house elves; my parents have about a dozen. But I was never crazy about the way my mother treated them. She was always so cruel to them, especially to poor Bitsy, who was the only one I saw all the time. The rest all worked in the kitchen. I still wish I'd freed her just to get back at my mother..." She shuddered. "But I would love to learn from you, I'm really very new at all of this. Sooner or later, Voltaire and I are going to have to get a house of our own, and I'm not at all sure how to maintain a household."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 1, 2006 22:35:17 GMT -5
"You won't have much trouble! I taught Voltaire some things and if he isn't willing to help you, you should hex him!" said Marie her hands on her hips.
"Mother, I've never been hexed by Isa! because she loves me!" he said fluttering his eyes in a ridiculous fashion to appear cute. which earned him a frown from his father and smirk from his mother.
"You believe me! If you do something to deserve it, you'll get it!" Marie said still with her hands on her hips, then she shifted and waved her wand at the cookies and made the person shaped cookies to dance around the platter.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 1, 2006 22:46:03 GMT -5
"I'm still not sure why I didn't hex you that first night," Isabella said, grinning at him. "I usually hexed pretty much anyone who dared to get in my way... you were just lucky that night." She reached over and took his hand. "Or maybe I was." She looked at Marie and smiled. "I had no idea just how lucky I was. I never thought I'd be in a house like this... so full of warmth and love..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 1, 2006 22:58:54 GMT -5
Voltaire opened his mouth to say exactly why she didn't hex him, even so far as pointing his finger in the air, but then he realized he didn't know why. "I was just lucky!" he said seriously.
Marie on the other hand laughed at them both. "You two are so cute, Oh aye, they remind me of us! only of course your son is far more colourful!" she said looking at her husbands' sober face. "I've always told Voltaire this, and i tell you the same, We always get what we deserve, even if we don't know what we've done to deserve it." as she plucked a dancing cookie, which stopped dancing and broke it in half and gave one part to her husband.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Sept 1, 2006 23:06:43 GMT -5
"That's a nice way of looking at it," Isabella said. "In fact, I'm pretty sure Voltaire said something very similar once. So even if you think he wasn't listening, he was." She kissed his hand and looked at him lovingly. "So, do you have any old pictures or anything? I'd love to see some pictures of my husband as a little boy..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Sept 1, 2006 23:19:19 GMT -5
"OH! your so right! Accio Photo albums!" Said Marie happily as Voltaire looked absolutely aghast at the mere idea. Évariste on the other hand looked like he was laughing silently.
"Voltaire was always a real camera dramatic" he said recalling the many times Voltaire had the most exaggerated movements in photographs.
After he said that three albums swung into the kitchen and landed on a neat pile next to his mother. " The red one was when he was a baby!" she said opening it up to reveal a first page full of a small blue eyed, red skinned, full haired baby that looked like it was either screaming or sleeping, one in the far corner giggling at a hand that was in the photograph.
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