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Post by Mathieu Ferrera on Dec 3, 2008 15:47:30 GMT -5
Mathieu arrived home at the end of the day, having spent the afternoon finishing up reports in the office. Tomorrow he would start working patrols around the school, but he still had to finish up a few things at the ministry.
Since Roland had mentioned wanting to talk to them this evening, he fully expected that his eldest son would be stopping by for dinner.
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Post by Cara Ferrera on Dec 3, 2008 15:55:46 GMT -5
A dinner Cara had spent most of the day cooking. She made her son's favorite things, putting as much time as she wanted into it since she had finished her work at the Ministry the day before.
She heard the door open, and came out of the kitchen to see if it was her husband or Roland.
"Hi, Mathieu. Everything okay at the Ministry?" She asked, coming to take his cloak from him.
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Post by Mathieu Ferrera on Dec 3, 2008 16:11:07 GMT -5
Mathieu moved forward and kissed her on the cheek. "Dinner smells wonderful," he said with a smile. "You know Roland is going to yell at you for making a big deal out of a little dinner."
He knew his son fairly well, or so he thought, and he knew Roland wasn't one to like having a fuss made over him. He also had a bad feeling about what his son wanted to talk about, but he decided to wait and see what it was about.
"The Ministry is fine. Angelique spent the whole afternoon locked up in her office with people. But I think she's doing a pretty good job dividing up responsibilities."
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Post by Cara Ferrera on Dec 3, 2008 17:41:18 GMT -5
"He can yell at me all he wants, it won't make the dinner disappear," Cara said, smiling at her husband. "Besides, on the outside chance he hadn't planned on staying for dinner, he will now."
She put his cloak away, and smiled. "Anyway, it's ready whenever he arrives. Angelique... the poor woman... has so much on her plate."
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Post by Mathieu Ferrera on Dec 3, 2008 19:24:53 GMT -5
Mathieu wrapped his arms around his wife and kissed her deeply. "Well, he certainly won't be able to say no when he sees you've already cooked. But I'm curious to see what he wants to talk about. I'm hoping he explains why he was late for the meeting, because I've never known him to be late for anything before."
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Post by Cara Ferrera on Dec 3, 2008 19:40:26 GMT -5
"We can always ask anyway. Is it wrong that I am sincerely hoping he's coming to introduce us to a girl?" she asked, a half smile on her lips. Whatever her son was coming about, she didn't mind. At least, she didn't think she did now.
"I'll just be happy to see him."
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Post by Mathieu Ferrera on Dec 3, 2008 19:49:26 GMT -5
Mathieu chuckled. "You wouldn't be his mother if you didn't hope for that," he said. "Somehow, I doubt that's what it is, but it would be nice. He's just always been so quiet and serious.... I don't even know if he goes out."
He pressed another kiss on her cheek, then pulled away to loosen his tie. "It is good to have all of the children close by again. And I'm glad we'll be working patrols around the school, so we can keep an eye on Jamie and Amandine."
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Post by Cara Ferrera on Dec 3, 2008 20:07:53 GMT -5
Cara held on to him for a split seond longer, before she let him pull away and settle in. Sometimes it was hard to believe how much in love they still were.
"And Hayden can keep an eye on Cyrus... though they're both so young and so new to this." She shook her head and sighed. "It's a shame."
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Dec 3, 2008 20:28:39 GMT -5
Roland was in a terrible mood that evening, but you wouldn't know it to look at him. Finding out that he was expected to work with a partner had been a serious blow to him. He had thought he was doing fairly well at his job, and that some of his less than orthodox methods were necessary. Surely Alastor Moody was guilty of some of the same tendencies as himself. If it got the job done, what was the problem?
He continued working at the Ministry a little late that evening, finishing up some reports from his recent mission, then headed straight over to his parents' house to discuss the issue of Cyrus, Lina, and Mara. He knew full well that, despite his specific failure to mention dinner, his mother was going to expect him to stay, anyway.
He arrived at their house, looking calm as could be. The only way anyone would have been able to tell he was not in a good mood was by the tension in his jaw and the dark color of his eyes. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door and waited for his parents to answer.
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Post by Cara Ferrera on Dec 3, 2008 20:42:40 GMT -5
Cara glanced at the door. "Why don't you let our son in, and I'll get the table set?" She said, patting his chest before she turned and left the room, leaving him no choice but to let Roland in.
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Post by Mathieu Ferrera on Dec 3, 2008 22:17:48 GMT -5
Mathieu nodded. It was so like Roland to insist on knocking, when this was still, technically his home. As far as Mathieu was concerned, it always would be.
Walking quickly to the door, Mathieu opened it and smiled at the sight of his son. Roland was a son any father could be proud of--strong, handsome, hard-working and responsible. "Roland, you know you don't have to knock," he said, smiling a wry half-smile that was so like his son's. He clapped the boy on the shoulder and ushered him inside. "Come in. Your mother almost has dinner on the table."
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Dec 3, 2008 22:31:52 GMT -5
Roland was not surprised. The only way his mother would be able to get him to stay for dinner was to have it all ready by the time he got there. "I didn't say I was coming for dinner," he said in protest, knowing that it was useless. From the smells filling the house, he could tell his mother had made his favorite foods. It was really a little embarrassing that they insisted on fussing over him, while Cyrus and Lina and the baby were shut out.
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Post by Cara Ferrera on Dec 3, 2008 22:45:58 GMT -5
"Oh," Care said, coming back into the room and frowning, a frown that would guilt any son into staying. "We just assumed, given the timing, that you would be."
Still, she came forward and motioned for Roland to take his cloak off as well. "It's just as well, unless you have somewhere you have to be. It's already on the table and everything."
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Dec 3, 2008 22:51:32 GMT -5
Roland was not immune to that look on her face, or the tone of her voice. And since he had known his mother would make this assumption, he had already been prepared to be talked into staying. "Well, all right," he said with a small smile. "I'll stay. But I'm not sure you'll be that anxious to keep me here, once I tell you what I'm here to talk to you about." He took off his cloak and hung it on the coat rack by the door before moving the rest of the way into the living room.
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Post by Cara Ferrera on Dec 3, 2008 23:00:20 GMT -5
Cara grinned, knowing she would win in the end. It was just easier when her children gave in, rather than stringing her along, like Cyrus was so fond of doing.
"Nonsense, Roland. As long as you're not hurt, I'm anxious to hear anything you have to tell us." Oh, if only she knew how wrong she was.
"Now, please sit down. Would you like some tea?"
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Dec 3, 2008 23:11:40 GMT -5
Roland moved over to the table and sat down. "I'm fine," he answered. "Tea sounds great." He looked from one of them to the other and back again. He had really thought that they would have suspected the reason for his visit this evening, but judging by their upbeat attitudes, they had no idea. He wondered, would it be better to bring it up from the start, or let his mother go through the fuss of serving dinner first?
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Post by Cara Ferrera on Dec 3, 2008 23:27:20 GMT -5
Cara nodded and went about getting him a cup of tea. "It's too bad Amandine and Jamie are still at school. I'm sure they would have loved to see you," she told him when she handed him the cup.
She could tell something was off with her son... a mother can always tell, but she didn't know what. She assumed it's what he would be talking about.
"Well, sweetheart, dinner's ready whenever you are in the dining room."
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Post by Mathieu Ferrera on Dec 3, 2008 23:37:59 GMT -5
Mathieu was also noticing that something seemed up with Roland. But, like Cara, he had no reason to suspect that Roland was concerned about the situation involving Cyrus and Lina. He was thinking that the trouble was work-related; he'd heard something about a mission going wrong and now Roland was being asked to work with a partner.
But Roland had always played things very close to the vest, and it was extremely difficult to tell what was going on in his head. "Is everything all right, son?" he asked. "You seem troubled... and you were late to the meeting today.... you're never late."
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Dec 3, 2008 23:47:41 GMT -5
Roland waved his hand dismissively. "I'm fine, Dad." Even if he hadn't been, he probably would have said he was, just to keep his parents from worrying about him. "I didn't mean to be late for the meeting, but it couldn't be helped. In fact, that was kind of the reason I wanted to talk to you tonight. But... perhaps it should wait until after dinner? I really don't want to argue with either of you, and I'm afraid that's what's coming, when I tell you why I'm here."
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Post by Cara Ferrera on Dec 3, 2008 23:55:30 GMT -5
Cara frowned and glanced at her husband before looking at Roland. "Well, you've brought it up now," she said, raising her eyebrows. "Dinner can wait. Where were you today, Roland?"
Now she was starting to get a suspicion. She just hoped she was wrong. There was no changing her stance on Cyrus. The sooner he left that girl, the better off he'd be, and she'd fight for that to happen.
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