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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 14, 2006 22:15:20 GMT -5
Isabella let out a happy sigh as he kissed her. As they pulled away, she touched his old pocketwatch with a smile on her face. "Oh, I remember when you did this... I thought it was the sweetest, most charming thing I'd ever seen... And from then on, you always called me Isa..." She kissed him again.
Meredith let out an angry grunt. "Honestly, this isn't some cheap motel, would you mind keeping your hands off of each other while we deal with business?"
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 14, 2006 22:24:45 GMT -5
"Oh wait, I think I hear something!" said Voltaire looking up and around the room "Oh never mind! it must of just been that crooked Jarvey in the corner over there!" he said smiling at Isa. "Of course I'd keep calling you Isa, it's your wonderful name, shortened without making it sound petulant and childish!" he said kissing her nose. he turned to Mr. Boccello and asked "what that the whole will and testament?" he put his letter in his pocket, he wanted to wait till they were back at Hogwarts to read it in peace.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 14, 2006 23:41:24 GMT -5
"Yes, I'm afraid that is all, the rest is just instructions to me," said Raphael. "Isabella, we will be transferring your inheritance to your account at Gringotts, and another account will be set up for your child. The account for Mrs. Rothschild," his normally warm voice grew chilly as he addressed Isabella's mother, "will also be set up. The entire amount for 10 years will go into a trust and she will only be able to access $50,00 of it each year. However, you are free to do whatever you wish with the contents of the house."
Isabella ignored her mother and smiled at Raphael. "Thank you very much, Raphael. Tell me, where does it say that if I didn't show up for the reading, I would forfeit my inheritance?"
Raphael looked confused. "No, it didn't say that at all. Where did you hear of this? You would have received your inheritance no matter what."
Isabella shot her mother an icy glare. "Just as I suspected..." she said. "So, tell me, Mother, why did you think that trying to convince me not to come here today would do you any good?"
Meredith clucked angrily. "I rather hoped to get you to turn down the inheritance willingly... I knew he left you everything..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 14, 2006 23:51:35 GMT -5
"Ah well, I'm glad I convinced her to come today! because now, not only are we taking away something you want, but we are also rubbing your dirty greasy greedy nose in it!" Voltaire said happily. "So dearest, is there anything else you'd like to do while we are in the country? Mr. Boccello, do you have any recommendations for a lovely mid Morning out? I'm sure we could visit your fathers' grave as well." he added the last bit because he really didn't want to seem disrespectful to a dead man, even if he did nothing to earn the minuscule respect he had only for being Isa's father...and not living long enough for Voltaire to truly dislike him.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 14, 2006 23:57:32 GMT -5
Raphael smiled at them. "Oh, there are some lovely places to see around here... and a wonderful restaurant just a few blocks away. I would be honored to take you both out for some brunch!" He bowed at them. "Oh, of course, you are invited, too, Mrs. Rothschild, if you wish!"
"No, thank you," Meredith said stiffly. "I would just like all of you out of my house, since it is apparently the only thing I truly have left in this world..." She lifted her chin boldly. "But first, I should like to speak with my daughter alone. If the two of you don't mind..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 15, 2006 0:01:31 GMT -5
"actually I do mind, what ever Venom you have to spit, You'll do it with me present you cold bloodied Harpy." Voltaire said angrily. Everything about Isabella's mother bothered him, from the smell of the potions she used to look young and healthy to the way she had her coif. It made a nerve in him twitch that set him on edge. It didn't help the woman any that she did so much to harm her own.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 15, 2006 0:09:11 GMT -5
Isabella kissed him. "I'd like him to stay, Mother," she said calmly. "Although, I'm hardly afraid of you anymore, like I used to be. If it's a fight you want, I can give you one you won't soon forget."
"Fine," said Meredith. "You want the world to hear what I'm going to say to you, then fine. I care not."
"Voltaire and I have no secrets," Isabella said, squeezing his hand. "So, out with it. Say what you have to say. What is it, another round of how disappointing a daughter I am? How you never wanted me and you regret giving birth to me? Because I really don't need to hear all that again."
"I don't regret giving birth to you," Meredith said, raising her chin. She paused for a long moment, and Isabella felt hope bloom in her chest. "Because I didn't give birth to you."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 15, 2006 0:17:59 GMT -5
Voltaire stood there and raised an eyebrow at his mother in law. "Now, I could of guessed you were...a cold wife, but what you just claimed sounds a little impossible!" he said trying both to insult her and get her to spill more information about what the hell she as trying to say.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 15, 2006 0:35:10 GMT -5
Isabella was stunned speechless. A tear streamed down her cheek and she brushed it away impatiently. "What... what are you... saying?" she whispered.
Meredith's face was hard and cold. "Your father had an affair with a woman a year after we were married. You were the result. That's what that letter is going to say, the letter he write to you. Your real mother was some cheap Italian dancer he met. She died in childbirth and your father insisted we take you in. I wanted nothing to do with you, but I was over-ruled. You ruined our marriage, you know. Every time I looked at you, I saw that woman. I never let him touch me after that. You wonder why I hated you? Why I treated you the way I did? Well, that's why. You were a constant reminder of how he cheated on me!" The last bit was shouted loudly, and Isabella began to shake.
"How dare you dump that on me?" she whispered. "It wasn't my fault! I was a child! I was innocent!" She wiped away another tear, trying desperately to regain control, so her... stepmother... wouldn't see that she felt like she was being ripped apart inside. "Why didn't you tell me this sooner?"
"Your father didn't want you to know. I wanted to tell you. I wanted you to know what you had done, but he insisted... you weren't to know..."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 15, 2006 1:15:06 GMT -5
Voltaire didn't know how to respond to the woman before him, he placed his hands on Isa's shoulders and said very frimly and smoothly, "So you always had been a fridge b!tch. Well, I don't see how that changes anything, As far as I am concerned you are less than human for treating a child that you knew saw you as nothing less than a mother. If anything it proves that no one, Not even the dearest and departed Mr. Rothschild ever cared for you!" he said kissing Isa on the cheek, he ran his left hand down her arm to let her know that he was there, he whispered "I love you, do you want to leave now?" and waited.
**I'm FULLY ok with you wanting to change/mo/delete/whatever you want with this post!**
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 15, 2006 15:35:06 GMT -5
Isabella took a deep breath and leaned closer to him, but said nothing. She just stared at Meredith, seemingly unable to speak.
Meredith, meanwhile, had no such problem. She turned her gaze away from Isabella and glared at Voltaire. "You see!" she blurted out. "This is why I did not want you here! I knew you would react this way, that you would judge me for things you cannot possibly understand! You weren't here, things were... complicated... I had discovered I couldn't have children of my own. I would have been happier adopting an orphan off the street than taking in a reminder of how he betrayed me..."
"Shut up!" Isabella shouted suddenly. "I don't care what happened with you and Father, or if he loved you or not. He wronged you, and for that I am sorry, but it was not my fault and it's completely insane of you to blame me. I was a child, and I knew nothing about any of this. I believed you were my mother, would it have killed you to act like one? If you could have tried, just a little bit, to be loving and supportive instead of cold and judgemental and bitter, you might have been able to get past what happened. You filled me with such anger and bitterness that it was a miracle that Voltaire was able to get through to me. You filled me with that bitterness because you were bitter yourself. But when I met Voltaire, something opened up inside of me and I changed. I have begun to heal from the damage you caused me. If you had tried to open your heart, you could have healed, too, and maybe you wouldn't be the bitter, nasty hag you are now!" She stood up. "Let's go, Voltaire. I can't stand the sight of her anymore."
She fully expected her mother to throw in one last parting shot, but she was surprised when instead of Meredith's icy tone, Raphael's warm baritone called out to her. "Isabella, wait," he said. "There is more that you must know."
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 15, 2006 15:43:23 GMT -5
"Hopefully that this sour cow will be eventually bound and gagged some where?" said Voltaire hopefully, turning to Mr. Boccello. His arms never left Isabella, knowing she needed him was enough to keep him this horrible twisted lemmings presence.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 15, 2006 15:58:32 GMT -5
Raphael smiled slightly at him, then turned to Isabella. "I've wanted to tell you this so many times, Isabella, but I was forbidden to do so. I see now that I should have fought for you. I could have given you a better life..." He sighed. "I said I often thought of you as the daughter I never had. I joked about you marrying Giovanni, but the truth is, you couldn't have. You see, your real mother was my sister, Angelina. I am your uncle. I was not aware of what had happened, that she had died and had you... I was a bit... reckless in my youth, and I even spent a little time in Azkaban for public dueling... When I got out, I tried to find you, but you were here. Then I worked on becoming a lawyer for the Magical Law-enforcement office, and I met my Marietta... I contacted your father after we were married and he would not give you up, but he did hire me as his lawyer so could see you often. So many times I wanted to tell you, but they wouldn't let me..." He reached out to her. "Can you forgive me?"
This was too much for Isabella. She turned and threw her arms around Voltaire, then began to cry.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 15, 2006 16:08:32 GMT -5
"I think maybe we should leave now, This is too much stress for Isa right now. Mr. Boccello, I thank you for your eventual honesty, and as for the cold blooded viper, I hope you die slowly, and should your horribleness effect my Isa or my baby any more, I will personally kill you. That isn't a threat, it's a promise." he said narrowing his eyes as she stood her chin still held high at the moment. "Bitsy!" Voltaire called and waited for the creature to pop up for it's new master.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 15, 2006 16:54:49 GMT -5
Bitsy appeared right away. "Yes, my new master? Are we going now?"
Isabella stopped crying and looked up at Voltaire gratefully. Giving him a quick kiss on his cheek, she turned around and looked at Raphael. "I forgive you," she whispered. "But Voltaire is right... I'm feeling a bit ill at the moment, and this has been too much for me to take right now. I need to rest. I'll send you an owl later, OK?" She turned to look at the woman formerly known as her mother. "The good thing about all this is that since you are no longer my mother, I never have to see you again." Looking at the house elf, she said, "Yes, Bitsy, we're going. Come with us." She started walking shakily towards the door.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 15, 2006 19:08:41 GMT -5
Voltaire strode next to Isabella and helped her out of the study and out of the house, as they made their way back to the bottle he said to her "That horrible asp of a woman! she couldn't stand to see you happy even for a moment! I hope she gets hit by a lorry! You aren't leaving Hogwarts again for some time! Right now isn't the time to be embroiled in a family's who's who of whom is what and intrigue gone awry!" he said taking hold of right hand and kissing it, before bending down to get the bottle.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 15, 2006 19:21:05 GMT -5
"Bitsy, meet us at Hogwarts," Isabella said in a shaky voice to the house elf. She wrapped her arms around Voltaire tightly. "It seems I was going to find this out today, no matter what," she said, waving the letter from her father. "But it was the way she did it..." She sniffled loudly. "I can't think about this now. Let's just get back to Hogwarts..." She put her hand on the bottle and waited for the familiar pull.
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Post by Voltaire Rothschild on Nov 15, 2006 19:26:54 GMT -5
Before Voltaire could say anything he was tugged out of existence and back again to Hogwarts grounds in front of the whomping willow. He wrapped an arm securely behind Isa and said, "She could of at least kept her foul mouth to herself! Oh come on Isa, lets head up to your office, unless you'd rather mine since it's closer." he offered because he felt that she should rest.
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Post by Isabella Rothschild on Nov 15, 2006 21:51:22 GMT -5
"I don't think I want to share space with the zoo just now," she said quietly. "Let's just go to my office... I just want to lay down and be in your arms..."
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