Duty, Elieen\'s Story
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Category:
Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
956
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Recommended:
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Currently Reading:
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Looking to the Sky to Save Me
Im looking to the sky to save me...
...Looking for something help me burn out bright...
...Im looking for complications...
...Id give it all away...
...We live happily ever trapped...
Learn to Fly, Foo Fighters
Part Two:
Ignatius Prewett was a really a let down he was rather tall and lean but not attractive at all. His sky blue eyes did nothing for her and neither did his shock of red hair. He was tall and that was the only good thing about him. He wasn’t stupid but he wasn’t brilliant either. He excelled in charms and believed that women should not work or go to university he was Quidditch obsessed, able to rattle off every statistic in the last fifty years but unable to keep up with current social events.
Although at first she thought she was being finicky, she felt justified after Alphard (bless his annoying little heart) told the orange turd to leave.
After Ignatius’ departure the eldest black child raced up to her bedroom to in an attempt to escape the situation. The brunette pressed her back to the door and took a deep breath. After a moment she saw the parliament of owls carrying a huge decoratively wrapped box. As soon as she had dismissed the birds she peered at the package. The large box wrapped in purple paper and tied and bowed with thick black ribbons. Upon closer inspection she found an envelope she flipped over in her hand and grinned.
The Prince family crest was embossed on the back the olive branch and axe overlapping in the shield with two fierce lion dogs standing guard at either side of the shield. Walburga smiled radiantly as her eyes misted up.
The possibilities ran through her head as she caressed the parchment; did this mean she was not meant to be left alone after Eileen married? Or was Eileen’s final goodbye?’ Just as she slipped a finger into the seal a pop echoed in the room.
“Young Mistress, Yous father is saying that you is to be going down stairs to foyer. A guest has come.”
The graduate huffed and set down her letter. “Tark, tell father that I’ll be there shortly.”
The little elf popped away as quick as it came and Walburga began her trip to the formal area of the house. She let her mind drift to her own world where Eileen came and dueled her father for her hand, and they kissed and married and had a family with several sons.
It was childish and unrealistic, she knew, but it made her feel better—and right now that was what she needed.
When the beauty strode into the room all heads turned to watch her. She walked gracefully into the room her eyes lowered and her hands held before her wrist crossed.
“I must say Pollux, she’s a gem.”
The object of discussion took this time to curtsy and sneak a peak at her to guest. She was surprised to find one Orion Black standing in the foyer of her home, having an audience wither her father.
“Good eve, Miss.” Ever the gentleman he bowed politely and smiled.
“Good eve, Lord Black.”
“You’ve raised a fine daughter Pollux. The wench I declined had no decency.”
“Really? Who was it?” Pollux feigned ignorance to the matter.
Walburga pursed her lips in distain. Eileen was no wench, she was brilliant beautiful and proud. Obviously he was not worthy of her. To add to her disgust her own father was pandering to this man. Though he was the head of the Black family it was degrading. Everyone knew of the deal between the Prince and Black patriarchs.
“Eileen Prince, an ill bread girl to be sure. One would expect for a family that old to appreciate tradition and general morals. The lord prince’s choice of wife should have been a sign. He took an Indian woman as his bride when he was younger I believe. Bad genes are displayed in the daughter…” Black continued his tirade even as they departed to the sitting room. “She strut into the room as if she were a man!...”
Here Pollux leaned forward to listen better. Walburga sat at her father’s side with a neutral face. This git was after something.
“…Her chin up with her hands at her sides. Then she sat before invited!”
Here the girl smiled, that was just like Eileen. She was a proud person, and would always do as she pleased in her domain. She refused to be cowed by anyone.
“Then I ask her plans for the year and she says— The Masters Academy. As if a woman could really understand the complexities of potions or Alchemy!”
Here, Walburga frowned, it displeased her that this man had such narrow views of women. Neither one of her brothers had the never to tell her something like that. Hell Alphard had always dreamed of staying home once married and sending his wife to work, not that any Black truly ever had to work. “If I may,” she interjected softly.
“Ah yes madam, your input?”
“I went to school with Eil-- Miss Prince and she seemed keen. She only missed valedictorian by half a point... to tom riddle I believe.”
Orion pursed his lips in distaste, “that half-blood,” he spat the word as if it was some vile insurmountable indignity gracing his tongue, “ That works the counter at Borgin and Burkes?”
“I suppose so, I have yet to visit the shop--”
Walburga stopped talking once a sharp rapt at the door attracted the attention of the room. “Tark, bring more tea.” She snapped as she strode across the room towards the door.
Orion smiled gently at the retreating back, “I will have her.” With a smooth whirl of his wand the head Black summoned a scroll of parchment. “She is a beautiful girl and awful clever as well, I can see it in her face. You’ve done well Pollux.”
The elder wizard gratefully accepted the scroll and unfurled it, his dark eyes skimmed the surface of the paper flickering over the words thrice before he looked back at the man besides him. “I thank you, let me call upon my son and we will start the vow.”