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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jul 17, 2008 18:54:46 GMT -5
Voltaire was so happy to be with his son. It seemed not so long ago that it was all just anxious waiting for the baby to be born. He smiled down at the gurgling face and pulled out a story book, he wasn't sure if Isa would of liked the story, but Voltaire knew she probably would like it. He started the story slow, propping the book against a Isa's neat desk in and out boxes and began feeding his son a bottle of milk Isa had prepared.
"And when he came to the place where the wild things are
they roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth
and rolled their terrible eyes and showed their terrible claws" He paused as he quickly turned the page where a little boy in white pajamas held his hands before him
"till Max said "BE STILL!" and tamed them with a magic trick of staring into all their yellow eyes without blinking once and they were frightened and called him the most wild thing of all" he turned the page again, where the boy wore a tall crown.
" and made him king of all wild things. 'and now,' cried max, 'let the wild rumpus start!'"
Voltaire smiled as his son waved his little arms at him.
Where the Wild Things Arecopyright Maurice Sendak1963 renewed 1991((yes that story is that old!))
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Post by Conor Ethan on Jul 17, 2008 20:07:44 GMT -5
Connor felt so warm and safe. Daddy was talking in a nice way. the words seemed to swing to and fro over him. He really couldn't understand what a wild rumpus was, but it sounded fun.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jul 17, 2008 23:41:36 GMT -5
Isabella stood in the doorway, watching Voltaire read to their son. She couldn't help but smile at the way Voltaire held the baby, and the way Conor cooed and gurgled in response to the words. A wave of love that she never would have imagined a year ago washed over her as she gazed in at them. This was her family. The family she had always, in the back of her mind, dreamed of having, but had never really believed in. Now it was finally coming true. Everything she'd ever wanted as a lonely, unhappy child.
A tear glistened in her eye as she opened her mouth to speak. "I hate to disrupt father-son bonding time, but I think it's about time for a lunch break," she said warmly.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jul 17, 2008 23:57:03 GMT -5
Voltaire looked up and smiled at Isa and said "Ah but I was going to show him the pictures of the wild Rumpus!" but he set his son down into a cozy baby basket. "He's had his lunch, but what shall we have my dear? " he asked as he drew her into her office and shut the door. "I hope you didn't mind the story, I'm sure you wouldn't mind, but I didn't know if you'd like a story about monsters or wild rumpuses." he said with a chuckle. *as a side note...a book of that from the first year of copyright is worth about 16thousand dollars or at least 100 if it's softcover* had to share!  |
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jul 20, 2008 0:15:32 GMT -5
Isabella smiled. "No, of course I don't mind. I won't have our son frightened of wild rumpuses or anything else. I want him to be brave and confident in himself. And it's best he starts early. Besides, you're really good with him." She gave him a quick kiss on the lips. "I brought some sandwiches," she said, holding out a small basket. I paid a little visit to Bitsy, who is getting very comfortable down with the other house elves in the kitchen, and she assembled a little picnic lunch for us."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jul 20, 2008 1:18:13 GMT -5
"Well, Sandwiches sound delightful." he smiled as moved back to the desk moving the book off the inbox. "I'm glad bitsy is happy, My mother always told me you have to be nice to house elves, because they could possibly kick my butt. " he chuckled.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jul 20, 2008 1:30:06 GMT -5
Isabella set the basket down on the desk and leaned over Conor's bassinet. "How's my boy today? Yes, he's Mommy's little boy, yes he is..." She stroked the baby's cheek with her finger, marvelling again at how beautiful and perfect he was.
"Yes, I think Bitsy will be happy there for the school year, but she's too loyal not to come back with us at the end of the year," she said to Voltaire over her shoulder. She pressed a kiss on Conor's smooth forehead, then turned back to face Voltaire. "So I hired Bellatrix to be my assistant. Hopefully, that means I'll be able to spend more time with Conor, instead of grading tests and homework."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jul 20, 2008 1:58:13 GMT -5
"Bellatrix? Oh yes! I know her...she's not a pleasant girl, but if she means you get more time with me, then I compeletly agree!" he smiled and sat down next to the baby boy basket. "I'd be willing to help you too... Dueling is a more free handed class..." he looked up at her and smiled at her.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jul 20, 2008 17:31:30 GMT -5
"Yes, I remembered the girl from class last year... she seems to have matured quite a lot over the summer. She was positively charming in her interview. I think she'll do a great job. Oddly enough, it was between her and her older sister, Andromeda. In the end, I went with Bella simply because I was more familiar with her, and I felt most of the students would identify better with her. Also, I think Andromeda might have been over-qualified."
She sat down next to him and wrapped her arms around him. "I'm so glad that everything seems to be getting back to normal," she said. "For a while, there, it seemed like the whole world was crashing down on us. I had to do some things I'm not proud of, just to get Conor back...."
She frowned, remembering how she had stolen the locket from Wesley so that Charles could give it to Voldemort. If she hadn't done that, she would never have been able to find Conor. But was it worth it in the end? Voltaire had found Conor, too. Of course, there was the chance that he could have been killed, without Charles there to take Voldemort's killing curse....
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jul 21, 2008 18:31:59 GMT -5
Voltaire nodded. "Well, all and all We've made it out alright. We both did things we aren't proud of... but that's why we made it out ok, we were willing to be the heroes our son deserved." he cuddled with Isa, " Have I ever told you, that your my hero?" he said smiling to her.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jul 24, 2008 23:05:25 GMT -5
Isabella leaned against him, enjoying the warmth of his skin against hers. She was a pessimist at heart, she always had been, so this moment of peace and tranquility, like every other good thing life had somehow seen fit to give her, seemed too good to last. After Conor's kidnapping, it seemed clear to her that Voldemort was not going to give up. And after the shocking news of what had happened to Alastor, she couldn't begin to hope that the good things in her life were going to last. Voldemort would surely try again to get revenge on both of them. And while she had learned that they would have to be ready to defend their family, she had also learned never to take for granted the good times, like this one.
"I've needed a family, a real family, all my life. And now that I have one, I will do whatever it takes to protect and defend it," Isabella said, reaching into the basket and running her finger across the back of Conor's tiny hand. "I think if I'd had to kill someone to get Conor back, I would have done it."
It was true. In fact, she might have caused an untold number of deaths by stealing that locket. If only she had a clue about what its true power was! She pondered telling Voltaire about the locket, but she didn't know where to begin.
"You're my hero, too," she said softly to Voltaire. "I swear.... when we met, I was such a mess. I didn't even know I needed saving, but you saved me anyway..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jul 24, 2008 23:43:00 GMT -5
Voltaire smiled. "I didn't even think I needed saving, but the more I cared for you...and my family, the more I realized I couldn't be the one to destroy anyone else's' life. I can console myself with the Idea that either one of us had to go so far. But next time we might not have the choice, But until that time...Let's not dwell on it." he said shaking his head. He didn't look forward to fighting anymore. He didn't want to fight anymore, but the decision was made, there was no changing the flow of events now. He felt a bit helpless at the thought of having little or no choice in defending what is right. he sighed and resigned himself to the choice of doing the right thing. Meanwhile he had changed yet again to what he was used to wearing, he decided the suits didn't impress as much as simpler dueling robes.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jul 26, 2008 22:55:19 GMT -5
Isabella leaned against him and sighed. "It just seems like we're always going to be paying for the mistakes we made when we were younger," she said sadly. "When I joined with Voldemort, I was young and angry and stupid. I had nothing to live for and nothing to lose. It's amazing how quickly all that can change. Now I have you, and Conor, and Rori and Anna... I have friends, like Vincent and Emily... and we may have already lost Alastor... He's not going to give up, you know. Voldemort will be back, and he'll be smarter next time. And here we are, just starting a family... but how can we plan for the future with him always hanging over our heads?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jul 27, 2008 1:06:27 GMT -5
Voltaire harrumphed "He won't always be there, which is why we should always plan for the future. If we stopped now, and take back everything we've done and lost, we'll end up with nothing. I think I've come to learn that nothing worth something is ever easy to get. I've got to work at it...and maybe lose something for it. We've started already lost Sabrina, we almost lost Natalie. " he closed his eyes and opened them again, reaching a hand to Isa's face. "We didn't let him take Connor either. I for one am proud of that." he smiled at her and pecked her lips.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jul 27, 2008 1:16:45 GMT -5
Isabella nodded softly. When he was hopeful, he made her feel that maybe he was right, and that anything could really happen. Although Voldemort seemed powerful and unstoppable, he would be stopped someday. He had to be. No one was invincible. She only hoped that they would make it long enough to see that day.
"You're right, of course," she said. "But still.... I can't help but worry. Especially for the children. Anna's been so quiet lately... not like herself at all. And Rori... she's been through so much already, she deserves a chance at a normal life..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jul 27, 2008 1:34:49 GMT -5
"Nonsense...who's normal these days? We've all got to cope. I'm actually very surprised at Anna and Rori, but there is no real way for me to help them. They are at the point where they deal with things on their own." he shrugged his shoulder and sighed " teenagers..."
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jul 27, 2008 1:42:12 GMT -5
Isabella opened up the basket and began to take out some of the foods Bitsy had packed for them. "Yes, I suppose you're right. Still, I wish there was a way we could make things easier for them. It's hard enough being a teenager, without having to worry about Voldemort or someone else coming after them."
She unwrapped one of the sandwiches and peered inside. "Hmmm... looks like this one is a mutton sandwich with cheese and tomatoes..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jul 27, 2008 1:54:32 GMT -5
"Mutton? hmmm Any meat pies? I've had a craving for meat pie... If not I'll eat the mutton one." he grinned as scooted over to give Isa more room, as much as he loved a cuddle, cuddles and eatting didn't work out. " I figure teenagers will only resent it if you try to help them, they have the whole tender ego thing that one hopes gets better with time!" he said with a grin.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Jul 28, 2008 16:12:21 GMT -5
Isabella continued to dig through the basket. She found a roast beef sandwich, and, with a sly grin, selected that for herself. "Hmmmm... looks like she also packed some cold fried chicken, some sort of potato salad, and oh--macaroni and cheese!" She took out a container, which was still warm and set it out on the ground. "Ah, and here are some meat pies! My goodness, how many people did she think was eating with us? There's a ton of food in here!" She laughed slightly as she handed him one of the meat pies.
"I suppose you're right about the girls," she agreed. "It's just strange that we're already raising teenagers, you know? I'm still trying to figure out how to raise Conor, and here we are trying to take care of two teenage girls!"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Jul 29, 2008 20:09:14 GMT -5
Voltaire clapped his hands once before taking the pie from Isa," how many people indeed!" he took a bite of his pie and smiled. it tasted good! " Rori and Anna are harder and easier at the same time, they are their own people already, so they aren't dependent on me or you... but they are still so young and have no real idea on how the world is... which I think would making them resentful..." he brushed the crumbs off his face with his pie free hand. " Part of me wants to say they'll sort them selves out, another part of me says I should be nosier with their lives." He sighed and took a bite of pie, with his mouth half full he said " I have no idea which to listen to." and swallowed his food with a gulp.
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