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Post by Admin on Aug 7, 2019 0:57:48 GMT
Meeting the girl that called herself Sabine had shaken Athena.
She had taken a few days off from the Ministry, claiming that she had come down with a terrible case of food poisoning (Chunte Jildo’s dinner service had never been so slow, thanks to her accusation).
She couldn’t shake the girl’s piercing blue eyes. Attie couldn’t forget the way that Sabine arched her eyebrows in the same way that she did. She couldn’t forget the way that she looked, behind that bar. It was hers…and she hated her.
The product of a one-night-stand years ago, Athena had begged her mother to make her mistake disappear. And that was exactly what Katrine had done. She was “sent off” on a political expedition to Norway for a year, during which time, she stayed locked up in her mother’s home and birthed…that thing.
She wanted to call her an abomination. She wanted so desperately to hate her…that little witch that shared her mannerisms and eyes. But Sabine Larsen was not an abomination. In fact, in another world…it a different dimension, Athena might have liked her. She had spunk — but as her daughter, she was as worthless as a muggleborn.
There was only one cure for what she had done.
Athena knew the only way to resolve herself of her mistake was to cover it up. To marry a pureblood, mother a pureblood child, and forget that the one heir that she had sired had been…halfblood.
Turning sharply, she stood at the edge of the sidewalk, her eyes scanning the crowd in front of her. She had owled him a few hours ago, making her situation sound far more dire than it needed to (after all, how could a woman of her social standing possibly spent February the fourteenth alone?!), but she was certain that he would join her for the evening.
Italy was pretty this time of year — the portkey had dropped her in the magical district of Tuscany. A few blocks from the small wine tasting that she had put together for the evening. Although Attie had not asked Rabastan to escort her until tonight, she had intended this all along. And she hoped he wouldn’t leave her waiting.
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Post by Admin on Aug 7, 2019 0:57:54 GMT
The fourteenth of February was a day that meant nothing to Rabastan. This was for him truly just a Wednesday. That was until a missive was delivered to him signed by the exquisite Lady Finley. The blonde goddess had found her way into his thoughts time and time again since their dinner--and on occasion before it, though much more frequently since.
The Lestrange perceived the game that the witch was surely playing. She had an ambition to her that made her entirely intoxicating. Had the man thought something of the holiday beforehand, he would have sought to have her company. But years on years away from society had dulled his memory of the lovers day of celebration. Not that he could yet count her as a lover. He was much more interested in her as something more. Whores were available in abundance. Interesting, worthwhile companions were quite rare. Athena belonged to the latter.
The silly behavior of gushing girls he noticed about the Ministry with this witch and that receiving flowers and the like prompted him to visit Gringotts. Rabastan was not the flowers sort, but he would not show up empty handed. No, he would make a statement this day--he would make a formal confirmation of his interest in courting the Lady Finley. Some more modern persons might consider the action to be rushed, but being from a more archaic family that made habit of arranging all marriages, a gesture of interest or affection made before a betrothal was taking a more slower, more cooperative approach to a relationship.
Rabastan did not intend to gift some grand heirloom that would levy any obligation against the fair lady to rush into a formal union with him. He wished only to give her something fine that could be worthy of adorning her. Obviously, that meant goblin made and charmed to ensure protection of the wearer. He knew just the thing. It took him little time to locate the necklace within the Lestrange vault. It had been purchased years prior by his mother for him to give to Andromeda. He had refused. He had never cared for the woman now married to his brother. Promised to one another or not, Rabastan had made no efforts to court the middle Black sister.
But now...now there was a woman he would gladly give the necklace to. It would be most interesting to see how she would react to the gesture. A smirk of amusement played on his lips as he slipped the long slender case into his suit pocket. Athena would be making some play tonight in their little game, but so would he.
Securing the portkey to Tuscany had been requested by his secretary immediately after Rabastan had received Athena's owl, but the wizard still had to wait on its completion when he returned to the Ministry after his foray to the bank. The pathetic idiot that had failed to have the magical transport prepared in time received a prompt and vicious dosing of the torture curse. Amends had been made through groveling, but more importantly through the prompt provisioning of a portkey by the Assistant to the Magical Transportation Department Head.
Upon his arrival in Italy, Rabastan easily spotted the woman he was to meet this fine evening. She was lovely, so much that even the most eloquent words were inadequate. He approached wearing something nearing a smile, but still playing as a smirk might. "You surely received the name of the wrong goddess--as I know Aphrodite must envy you." Rabastan caught Athena's hand and dipped to brush his lips over her knuckles, much as he had nearly a year before in the potions shop. "You are a vision, Athena--and I am honored by your invitation this evening."
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Post by Admin on Aug 7, 2019 0:57:59 GMT
Sabine. Sabine, Sabine, Sabine.
How could she have been so stupid when she was young?
Athena lamented her younger self. She lamented what had happened. Ares’ arrest had been her undoing, but she had managed to give the child away without a soul to speak about it. But now, with the appearance of the girl, it could yet ruin her life. Surely the young bartender didn’t think anything of the similarity. There would be no way for her to recognize Athena herself as her mother. The blonde shuttered at the very thought. No, she was smart, but not smart enough to put together two things that should never be associated together. At least, that was what she was counting on.
Lost in her own thoughts, Athena glanced up in time to see one Rabastan Lestrange making his slow — tantalizingly so — strut towards her. To deny that she was…infatuated him would be like denying that the sun rose or set. Some would think her feelings mere convenience. They would think she was just a silly woman looking for a foothold in this world. But Attie knew her own self. She knew just as deeply as convenience ran, so did genuine admiration.
It was simply happenstance that convenience and admiration were one in this man.
She raised one of her delicate eyebrows, a small smile at her lips. Flattery, he surely knew, would get him places with her. “My mother knew I would be beautiful, but she wanted the world to know that I was wise,” she said, though the slight blush at her cheeks was evidence that she was bemused by his words.
“It is I who should be honored,” Attie said, watching him intently as he pressed his lips to her hand, though she didn’t stop him. It was the sort of thing that was expected in their society. Though, she knew that it was more than a simple greeting. “You’re somewhat infamous, you know. All the girls chatter on about you in the lavatory. The frightening one, they call you. And how charming it is now that I should have you by my side. What would they think!”
Perhaps she didn’t know it, but she had hopes. Athena willed that they form some sort of alliance. She wanted them to work together. In what capacity…well, that would ultimately be up to him. But she was aging, more quickly than she cared to admit, and with age came the sad truth that Athena Finley might eventually grow out of her child rearing years. She had no children…No, that thing she had seen a few nights ago didn’t count.
“Italy is beautiful this time of year, so I thought it only fitting that we sip wine underneath the stars. It has been nearly a year, you know...” She began walking towards the small winery that was but a few blocks away. “Since we met again at that apothecary and my how much has changed,” she mused, pausing as she crossed over one of the cobbled streets with Rabastan by her side.
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Post by Admin on Aug 7, 2019 0:58:04 GMT
To travel to another land at one's whim was a convenience not available to all those living and breathing on the Earth. Even the magical had limitations--apparition over very long distances became immensely difficult as well as quite dangerous. So, those in the wizarding world turned to muggle transports or portkeys to manage the longer journeys. For most, requests had to be submitted ages in advance to secure a portkey. There were forms to fill out--loads of bureaucratic nonsense to wade through to secure the magical mode of transportation. Exceptions to such rules could be made, though--and these days, such exceptions were quickly and quietly made if you carried the proper surname. It was as it had been in his youth once more. The world felt as if it was turning to rights, finally---only a lifetime of soldiering the cause had been necessary.
He did not feel summoned by the invitation--only teased, perhaps--to have been invited so late for such an outing. Athena would know he would be required to pull a string or two to join her...just as she surely knew that he would call in whatever favors he needed to to do that. There was no shortage of bureaucrats eager to get in the good graces of thos of House Lestrange. Having his brother at the helm of those marked and masked and his sister-in-law leading the nation, power was pleasantly consolidated with the family.
The landscape in Italy might have drawn the attention of others--but he had seen such sights before. His gaze was focused on the woman he was to spend the evening with. She shared traits with Bellatrix--not of the aesthetic variety, but in the brilliance of her mind and the pursuit of power. He valued such things---just as he valued the differences between Athena and the woman he had loved for so long. Lady Finley was dangerous--he believed that wholeheartedly--but she posed a very different sort of danger than his brother's first wife had. The dark curls he had once dreamed of tugging had been beautiful--but in comparison, the shimmering gold of Athena's locks far surpassed allure of Trixie's. The warmer complexion, too,--even if only slightly so--was more welcoming and charming to the eye. Yes, surely Athena was the epitome of beauty--and Rabastan would be content to look upon her for more hours than the days left for him held.
The expression she took at his greeting, his eyes greedily committed to memory--that quirk of her brow brought a smirk to his lips. He delighted in the color creeping to her cheeks--feeling somewhat like a champion victorious to have put the loveliness there. "And know it, the world does--unquestioning the truth of such--we are lucky beyond measure to have a walk goddess among us."
She received his flattery, and in turn reciprocated it. He gave the slightest bow of his head in reaction to her deferrence. It was, in fact, an honor--to spend an evening with him. He believed this to be a well known and established truth. The man, for all he had endured, still had a heart filled with pride for the Sacred Twenty Eight. A grin grew from his smirk as she mentioned the talk the young ladies engaged in about him. Mirth twinkled in his icy eyes--amusement shining there.
"Are you quick prepared to be associated with such a man? My reputation is well earned," he was playful in his tone---not mocking, not at all. He was curious if the witch really was sure about the game they were playing. She had made the invitation--but it was him with the mind set on making a declaration of intention. Rabastan fancied Athena--and saw value in her. But perhaps all the woman sought was to play their little game. He would accept that--and continue to play, should she refuse his gift. It would be a disappointment, but would not draw anger from the man. Perhaps she had no desire to become his or anyone's wife.
The Lestrange fell into step beside Athena--adjusting his gait to match her speed and stride. He was not the tallest of men, but he had a respectable height about him--standing quite a bit taller than his companion--The wizard had not forgotten all the lessons of his raisings. He had the etiquette to slow himself as to not hurry a lady. "A fine choice," he interjected, regarding their location. It was his nature to give praise when it was well deserved--and truly, he wished to lavish praise upon the beauty at his side. Any opportunity to do so, he would take, even the smallest ones.
A deft nod and gentle, fleeting chuckle were his responses regarding their 'first' modern conversation. Any interactions they might have had before his time in prison had been lost to memory. He was not the man she would have seen at galas and gatherings in the world of old. No, Azkaban had carved out a great deal of that man--this past year Rabastan had fought to rebuild himself, but construction was slow, laborious and felt to be never ending.
"I was fresh from confinement then," he mused--a gentle sigh rose from his chest as he thought back on the day. "I must correct you, though. It has been nearly two years, since that first had the pleasure of seeing you again after I left Azkaban. Time has changed world considerably--much for the better." He pushed any dark thoughts from his mind--refusing to think on Azkaban or the time he spent there. It was still easy for him to tumble back into the desolation that place had buried inside him. "But there is still more to be done. Society has turned to the ways of purist propriety and the world is coming to be as it should have always been."
He let his eyes drift from the path before them to the woman beside him. Never one to shrink from saying what was on his mind, Rabastan continued: "With such work done, I feel I have earned the life stripped away from me. I am a man of middle age, but have no wife--I have no son. These are rights I intend to reclaim in the very near future."
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