REFUGE

[Isabella Rothschild]

Isabella felt as though she had been wrapped in a loving embrace and carried gently out of the house and through the air. A mere instant later, however, she was dimly aware of herself being laid down gently on a soft, fuzzy surface. She moaned weakly and tried to move her head to look at Charles's body. But her vision was hazy, as if she was seeing the world through a deep fog. It hurt to move, even to breathe. Even though the curse had only been on her a moment, Voldemort had hit her with the full extent of his rage and hatred. Now she felt weak and drained. She looked up at the ceiling and tried to figure out where she was.

[Évariste&Marie Skipit]

Marie had been having an uneventful day, watering plants and preparing lunch. She had gotten used to the wards that had been placed around her home, her husband never really minding at all. She hadn't gotten any letters from her son, it worried her, but she wouldn't press the issue. Things were only just starting to strengthen between her family. She walked out of the kitchen and down the hall, passing the study. Something caught her eye as she walked past, so she pushed the door open and screamed, her daughter-in-law was splayed on the floor like a bizarre puppet and the body of another man.

[Isabella Rothschild]

Isabella heard the scream and it seemed to echo through her head. She blinked and tried to move, but everything hurt. She let out a weak groan.

[Évariste&Marie Skipit]

Marie rushed forward toward Isabella, she looked over her body, touching her neck to check for a sigh of life, finding it. Marie took out her wand and levitated her daughter in law onto a near by sofa, which she then changed to be more comfortable.

"Isabella? Darling are you alright?" her voice trembled as she took to murmuring an incantation to mend the wound in her side, if only to staunch some of the bleeding. Looking toward the body and her daughter, she was torn. Standing from her keeled position by Isabella, she went to the door of the room and called for her Husband. She went back to Isabella's side after that checking to see if her wound was healing or if it was just to strong of a cursed cut for her to mend on her own.

[Isabella Rothschild]

Isabella moaned softly and stared up into the face of her mother in law. Her body was racked with pain, but in that moment, she was sure she had never been happier to see someone in her life. A tear trickled from her eye and she managed to croak out the words, "Voltaire.... Conor...." before she lost consciousness.

[Évariste&Marie Skipit]

Marie shuddered a sound in her throat. Évariste had entered the room, having heard his wifes' cry. He stood in shock a moment, but went to his wife's side and looked at the half mended wound in his daughter in law's side. He turned to Marie while taking out his wand "Go to our potions cupboard, I need the blood restoring potion." he told her swallowing his twisting emotions.

Marie nodded, "Evariste, It's cursed. " she said touching the edge of the bloodied material of her daughter's robes. Her husband nodded and started another set of incantations to mend the wound. Marie turned and hurried down the hall to the main staircase, What had she wanted to say? was Voltaire injured as well? and their son, her grandson? she began to cry as she made her way to her bedroom.
Mean while down the stairs in the study, Evariste finished healing the open wound, it left an angry looking scar in her side, he summoned a throw from across the room and laid it on her, casting a warming charm around her. he then stood, his old bones protesting at the position he had been in. he shuffled toward the body of the young man that had arrived with with his daughter in law.

The young man had eyes that were wide and unseeing, Evariste shut his eyes and covered him in a conjured sheet, arranging his limbs in a semblance of composure, rather than the splayed tangle of what he had arrived in. "Isabella, what happened?" He asked not really expecting a reply.

[Isabella Rothschild]

Isabella felt some of the pain ease and she was able to relax her body. She felt as if she had been wrapped in a warm cocoon, safe and protected from the world. She floated in and out of consciousness, trying to concentrate. There was something she needed to say. But she couldn't remember what it was. Her head hurt so much...

Finally she opened her eyes just a crack and saw her father in law standing above her. "Voldemort," she whispered. "Voltaire... Conor... where are they?"

[Évariste&Marie Skipit]

Evariste was surprised that Isabella was speaking, "He's not arrived yet...What did Voldemort do?" Evariste knelt again at Isabella's side. "Are they in danger as well? What happened with you two? We've stopped getting letters weeks ago!" he said his voice was tight and constrained. Marie entered the room again with a floating tea service, she conjured a seat for herself and Evariste who gratefully sat down in.

[Isabella Rothschild]

Isabella moaned. It was difficult to speak and her brain felt cloudy, confused. "Conor..." she murmured again. "Kidnapped..." She barely was able to get the word out of her mouth before her throat seemed to close up on her. She didn't even have the strength to cough, so she made a horrible, strangling sound deep in her throat and her breath came out in shallow, wheezing gasps. Then everything went black.

[Évariste&Marie Skipit]

Marie gasped and went to her daughter's side, she placed her ear to her chest, "Her breathing is a little watery Evariste." she looked at her husband who was looking sober and he said " She needs time to heal more on her own before we can do anymore." he said looking down at his daughter in law.

[Isabella Rothschild]

Isabella drifted in and out of consciousness, struggling to breathe. It might have beem hours, it might have been days. She lost all track of everything, and all she could think of was her husband and son. She prayed that where ever they were, they were safe and away from Voldemort.

[Voltaire Rothschild]

Voltaire landed hard on his knees, his son wailing in his arms, not liking the form of travel at all. He stood shakily and started walking. He shook his head and got his bearings, he was a little more than a mile off from his target, considering the circumstance's were when he apperated, he was glad he was in the right country, let alone town. He began his walk toward his parents house, making sure his pace was brisk and that he comforted Ethan. "Hey there little man, you did good on your own!" he said his voice tight, He was shaken, upset even at what had happened and if he was honest, he was heartbroken about the woman, she had really helped him...His son shuddered a breath and began to suck on his fist. He was hungry, seeing him so distressed, he hurried faster down the way.

[Évariste&Marie Skipit]

Marie and Evariste helped movie Isabella to their son's room, leaving the body of the young man in the study. Marie cast a charm on it to prevent decomposition, It seemed the right thing to do at the moment. Evariste went to the kitchen, Marie following him.

"For the life of me, I don't Understand why Voltaire isn't with her...Nor why the babe isn't with her either." She said sighing as she pulled out some ingredients for some soup, Isabella was going to need nourishment soon. As she put her knife to work, Evariste frowned further,

"Voltaire hadn't been hinting at any kind of argument for fight between them, in fact he had seemed over joyed at the thought of his son's birth."

Marie was going through the motions of finishing her work as they talked, it helped pull her away from what was happening. "She said He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was responsible, Oh, do you think that our son is..." she trailed off, afraid of what could be.

"No, I don't believe it for a moment, Voltaire is a strong man, Clever too, he must of found a way to escape.

[Voltaire Rothschild]

Voltaire pushed his way into the house, catching the tail end of his parents conversation as he walked toward the kitchen. "Gee dad, Sounds like you actually care!" Voltaire sneered as he pushed the kitchen door open, His son whimpering again, in a general state of being both unclean and unhappy. He was physically exhausted, "Mom, Do you think you could help me?" he asked the sneer and pretense of being upset dropping from his face.

[Évariste&Marie Skipit]

Marie ran forward immediately," Yes! Oh, Button! is that him? the baby? Your alright as well?" she asked as she helped her son shift his son out of his arms. She didn't catch the dark look her son shot her at the mention of the pet name, but still helped her handle him. Marie conjured a fresh nappy for her grandson and made sure he was wrapped again before conjuring a bottle of milk for him, she didn't think it best to wake his mother just yet. she was still very weak.

[Voltaire Rothschild]

Voltaire watched his mother try and feed his son. Her apparent success seemed to have failed now that Ethan tasted what he was eating. "He doesn't like it." he said in a deadpan as he reached over to a bowl of fruit and took a large bite from an apple. "He's going to keep rejecting it. He's only brand new." he said throwing the bitten apple away, casting a cleaning charm on his robes, removing the dirt, old blood and debris. As Ethan began to wail again, Voltaire stowed away his wand and took him back from his mother. It didn't matter to him if he was still achy and tired, he would hold his son. "He and I need a refresher, See ya, We'll head up now." he said ignoring his parents calls for him to wait and to go back. He jaunted up the stairs, finally glad to be in a place where he cloud gather his wits. He pushed Open the door to his bedroom, and stopped dead in his tracks. "What's she doing here?" he asked more to himself than to anyone else, as he gazed at the sleeping woman in his bed.

[Évariste&Marie Skipit]

Marie was shocked to see her son preform the simple charm, it was unlike him in the highest degree, she chased after him up the stairs with Evariste at her heels. They reached his bedroom, stopping just behind their son hearing his absurd question. At hearing this Evariste's anger rose up.

"What do you mean "what is she doing here?" of course she'd be here! and she's been injured Voltaire!" he was more than disappointed in his son at the moment

[Voltaire Rothschild]

Voltaire narrowed his eyes and pointed at the woman in his bed "She hasn't the RIGHT to be here!" he shouted not caring if it stirred her from her rest.

[Isabella Rothschild]

Isabella heard the sound of his voice and began to stir slightly. She still ached all over and it was hard to move, so she remained still and listened to what he was saying with an ache in her heart. She was relieved that he was alive and well, but to hear him say that she didn't belong there was more than she could bear. She wanted nothing more than for him to come to her and put his arms around her and tell her everything was going to be OK. As she lay there, a tear trickled out of the corner of her eye.

[Évariste&Marie Skipit]

Marie glowered at her son, she whispered furiously at her son "She has the right! Always before anything that has happened between you, she is the mother of your son!" she strode over to him and took her grandson away from her son. "whatever happened, let it go." she said trying to plead with her son