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Post by Roland Ferrera on Mar 24, 2009 17:32:44 GMT -5
Roland relaxed very slightly when his mother interrupted and took over the conversation. If Blake had continued to talk much longer, Roland probably would have lost his fragile grip on his self-control. He shot a grateful look in her direction, then turned to look at Riley.
"I'm sorry about that," he whispered. "I promise I'll explain later."
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Post by Riley Neves on Mar 24, 2009 17:55:57 GMT -5
"It's fine, Roland," Riley said, not looking at him. She just watched the rest of the table. She would be quiet for most of the rest of the night, since obviously, it wasn't Roland's choice that she was here. She was just some sad little girl with nowhere else to go. Well, Roland could go to hell. She wasn't his personal yo-yo.
She continued to eat her pie in silence.
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Mar 24, 2009 18:34:52 GMT -5
Roland sighed. She was mad at him again. Obviously she hadn't understood what he had been trying to tell her. But at this point, he was going to have to let her stay angry a little longer. It wasn't like he could do anything about it right now with his uncle watching. And if they went off alone together one more time... well, it wasn't a good idea. He would just have to hope that the Malfoys wouldn't linger too long and he'd be able to talk to her later.
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Post by Axel Malfoy on Mar 24, 2009 22:58:25 GMT -5
Cara picked up on her son's uneasiness instantly, and turned a bright smile to Noah and Axel. "Well, boys, how do you both like school? I imagine, being Malfoys, that you probably run the place, don't you?" The question was a joke of sorts, but neither one of the boys had spoken, and Emelia barely had. Frankly, she was sick of hearing from Blake. And Roland and Riley looked like they needed a break from the interrogation. Axel smiled shyly when Cara adressed him. He too was sick of his father talking. Axel wished he would let his mother speak for once in her life. She was so excited to see her brothers, and Axel didn't need divination to know that in the near future, he would take that happiness away from her. "School is great," Axel said shyly, he dint' have much to say after that. He would bring out how great of friends the Fererra kids are to him, but no one was supposed to know about that, so he took another bite of apple pie. |
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Post by Mathieu Ferrera on Mar 25, 2009 17:39:07 GMT -5
Mathieu was eager to get to know the boys, but most of all, he really wanted to talk to Emelia. If only Blake weren't there, inserting his slimy comments into the conversation. Like everyone else, he wondered why Blake had insisted on putting Roland on the spot. It almost seemed deliberate, but why would Blake want to pick on Roland? They hadn't seen each other since Roland was a child.
Mathieu's hatred for Blake Malfoy had tripled in the last twenty minutes, and he was now more determined than ever to find a way to get his sister away from him. Perhaps if he and Cara joined forces with Judah and Suri they could find a way to talk some sense into her.
"Emelia, when I visited you last week, you didn't mention being busy," he said. "Surely you could take some time out of your busy schedule to visit with us. If you prefer, Judah and I could visit you at your house for tea."
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Post by Emelia Malfoy on Mar 25, 2009 17:57:30 GMT -5
But Emelia knew better. Blake said she was busy, and that meant that he didn't think it was a good idea for her to spend more time with her brothers. They had, afterall, stopped contacting her for a long time after she married Blake. He was trying to protect her from being hurt.
"We'll see," She said. "But you'll have to owl first, because I really do have a lot to take care of around the house these days."
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Post by Judah Ferrera on Mar 25, 2009 18:33:24 GMT -5
"Ah, but what if we wanted to surprise you? Besides, if you're too busy, you might not get our owls," said Judah, giving a quick glance to Blake, then back to Emelia. A gentle smile crossed his face. "Of course a short twenty minute break would do no harm. The house and the contents wouldn't be going anywhere." Judah was more than determined to have his sister out more and away from Malfoy. "Plus, it would be nice if we could have a sibling lunch sometime soon. We haven't had one of those in ages. It would be nice, would it not Emelia?"
Judah made sure to address Emelia so that Blake would not jump in with his own opinion. If he did, Judah would be more than ready to answer.
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Post by Emelia Malfoy on Mar 25, 2009 18:57:57 GMT -5
They were overwhelming her with this, and why wouldn't they just settle for a maybe? Both she and Blake had said it, and she was running out of excuses to say no.
And the fact remained that it would be nice to have lunch with them. She could never admit to Blake, because he would remind her how they left her, and didn't love her anymore, but she missed them so much.
"Maybe," she said. "I'll try and make the time." Her eyes dropped to her plate and she said no more.
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Post by Cara Ferrera on Mar 26, 2009 0:41:08 GMT -5
Well, things were incredibly awkward, and the whole table seemed to hate Blake. They were all trying to coax Emelia to make a commitment without the help of her husband.
Dessert seemed to be over, and she needed a moment. It was a horrible evening, as it turned out, and she wished there was something she could do to bring it back to a happy, family meal.
"Roland, I'd like to clear the table. Will you help me, please?"
Her first thought was that he looked like he needed an out, too. She wasn't just the meddling mother... she was concerned about him first and foremost.
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Mar 26, 2009 0:48:47 GMT -5
Roland's head jerked up, looking at his mother nervously. Why exactly was she singling him out? His eyes darted over to look at his uncle, who raised two fingers to his lips, then played it off as if he were simply scratching his upper lip.
Roland sighed and got to his feet. "Yeah, of course, Mum," he said reluctantly. As he did, he glanced down at Riley, hoping she could see the apology in his eyes.
He gathered all the plates from his side of the table, and carried them in his hands, rather than levitating them.
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Post by Cara Ferrera on Mar 26, 2009 1:02:18 GMT -5
Cara smiled and stood, kissing her husband's cheek. "We'll be back," she whispered, silently hoping he would keep working on Emelia.
She followed her eldest son into the kitchen and then visibly relaxed, though she noted that Riley refused to look at him.
She helped Roland unload the dishes from his arms and sighed. "What a completely miserable night. Why has Blake taken such a keen interest in you?"
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Mar 26, 2009 1:08:31 GMT -5
"Uh...."
Every instinct was urging him to tell her everything. She was an auror. She could help. And if she knew that "Uncle Blake" had tried to kill him, she would spring into full mama bear mode.
But that was the problem. He didn't know just what she'd do, or how Blake would react, or whether everyone at the table would be able to react quickly enough to prevent someone from getting hurt. He couldn't trust his uncle not to do the worst.
"I guess just because I'm the only one he remembers?"
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Post by Cara Ferrera on Mar 26, 2009 1:13:33 GMT -5
Cara sighed. "Maybe. It's just weird," she said. "And he won't talk to anyone else. And he won't let Emelia speak for herself. Not to mention Cyrus, and Lina, and then-"
She was sort of just venting, and she sighed again, her shoulders hunching. "I'm sorry, Roland. I just needed to breathe. You looked like you needed a moment, too."
She turned her head and looked at Roland before setting the dishes to washing themselves. "How are you doing tonight?"
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Mar 26, 2009 1:22:42 GMT -5
"Yeah, it's been kind of chaotic tonight, hasn't it?" Roland agreed. "I'm sorry it didn't turn out the way you wanted. If it's any consolation, at least the food was good."
Roland sank into one of the chairs and began to rub his head. "I'm.... I was doing OK... until that whole thing with Uncle Blake. I really don't like him, Mum. What does Aunt Emelia see in him?"
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Post by Cara Ferrera on Mar 26, 2009 1:26:43 GMT -5
"Merlin only knows," Cara replied. "Honestly, I think she's just been brainwashed. Is that terrible of me?" She asked. "I knew her a long, long time ago, while your father and I were just dating, and she was such a different person. Happier, more alive. She's not the same anymore. And if it's any consolation to you, no one seems to like him. I'm only putting up with him so your father and Judah could see their sister."
Eyeing him carefully, she added, "Even Riley seems to not like him and she's not even family."
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Mar 26, 2009 1:35:40 GMT -5
Roland didn't seem to notice the look she gave him as she said this. "Riley's got good instincts," he said simply. "And with the looks and comments he was making about her, I was about ready to punch the guy myself. Talk about inappropriate, he barely knows me and doesn't know Riley at all. He has no right to say things like that."
He had no idea how his eyes suddenly took on a passionate flare as he spoke of Riley and his uncle's rude comments. Even if he had realized it, he probably would not have toned down his remarks. As he saw it, his anger was more than justified.
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Post by Cara Ferrera on Mar 26, 2009 1:40:04 GMT -5
Cara raised her eyebrows. Honestly, Blake hadn't actually said anything demeaning to Riley, or about her.
"You're awfully protective of her," she observed, then figured now was as good a time as any to bring it up. "Of course, he probably would have been trying to imply a lot more if he had seen how many times you two disappeared together tonight." Her own implication was obviously there as well. "I thought she was going to leave once or twice. Whatever you did to convince her to stay worked."
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Mar 26, 2009 1:45:54 GMT -5
Of course, this was where Roland shut down. If he hadn't been so freaked out by Blake, he probably would have seen this coming sooner, and he would have been prepared for it.
He rolled his eyes at her. "I shoud have known that was coming," he said. "Look, we argued, and we worked it out. End of story. Please don't try to make it into more than it was."
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Post by Cara Ferrera on Mar 26, 2009 1:50:23 GMT -5
"You must have had several arguements tonight," Cara said, letting him know that she saw them slip off more than once. They always looked quite content when they came back too. Granted, Cara didn't think Riley and her son were doing anything inappropriate, but it was odd how the two worked.
She shrugged. "Look, I'm just saying that Blake was justified in thinking the two of you were together. Not that I'm defending him in anyway, but if I didn't know better, I would think you were together. And I hate to ask it, because I really want to hate him... but really, what did he say about her that has you all riled up?"
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Post by Roland Ferrera on Mar 26, 2009 1:56:51 GMT -5
Roland let out an exasperated sigh. "Merlin's Beard, Mum, you're worse than he is. Riley and I are just partners, OK? Why is everyone so intent on making it into something it's not? We're not *together*, we barely even get along. She wanted to leave because she was annoyed with me, but I asked her to stay and she did. That's it."
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