OBLIVESCENCE

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She looked down at her desk and sighed. Amos had already gone home to pick up Cedric. And she’d said that she would likely be staying late to work with Madame Bones on some things that needed to be taken care of that evening. And after seeing him off, and kissing him goodbye, and telling him that she was sorry it would be another late night she’d retreated to her desk, and just sat and stared up at their wedding photo, wondering what on earth it was that she’d gotten herself into. Sure, it was clear that she liked her job a lot. And her affiliation with the Order was extremely important to her as well. And sure, it would have been a dangerous situation had she not agreed to lie to her husband, lie to everyone else, and run around with some scary, French whack job that she still wasn’t sure she could trust or not. But it didn’t make it feel any better when she sat in an empty cubicle and waiting until the office was empty before fastening her traveling cloak and running off. It didn’t make it seem any safer that she told her husband she would be working, and he wouldn’t actually be expecting her home anytime soon. Or that if she were to die for whatever reason, nobody on Earth would know where she’d gone. It was generally a very poor idea. And for her, who was quite above making any poor decision, it was one of the most irrational and irresponsible things she thought she’d probably ever done. And that was what made the entire thing so exhilarating. It was nice getting to be reckless. She probably should have outgrown that and all, but it was nice to sort of live a little.

She was confident in the decision, regardless of how stupid it might have been, and she felt relatively safe, considering all of the factors that were working against her. So as she disapperated from the safety and sanctity of the ministry and arrived at her less than pleasant destination, she held her head high, brushed off her cloak, and walked boldly towards the destination in question, unwavering in her resolve. She took a deep breath before rapping her knuckles on the door before her. It was, of course, completely spontaneous and unplanned, her being there and all. And the thought of what he might be doing at that hour in particular was enough to make her wonder is these random checkups were appropriate. He might not be there. Or worse, he could be there, and he could have company. The thought of interrupting him with company was enough to cause her smile to falter slightly. It wasn’t, of course, the safest of situations. Any sort of company that he had was, most likely, not to be pleasant. The thought that he’d have any sort of company over at that time of night was a bit ridiculous, but that was coming from her. Who hadn’t ever had company over. And who didn’t get out much. And who “worked” until early hours of the morning. So who knew what the habits of young people were. Perhaps they socialized this late. But he didn’t seem like a very typical young man.

She knocked again, hoping there would be an answer. If he wasn’t there, she was going to be nothing but angry, and the howler she sent him later was likely not to get a very positive response from him, but the fact remained that she couldn’t do any good if he was never around when she came to call. She sighed, rolling her eyes, and getting ready to turn and leave, disappointed completely that she’d bothered to make the venture in the first place. Completely angered by his inability to cooperate. But then the thought she heard something inside, and paused just as she’d been about to turn and storm off bitterly. “Honey, I’m home.” she muttered sarcastically, half hoping he’d be angry at het for the remark, just so she could give him the piece of her mind she was dying to dish out.

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Sebastian was sure that performing oral dentistry on a dragon would have been easier than convincing Leda that he wasn’t feeling well enough to go out. She was his soul mate in every sense of the word, so she knew him better than he knew himself. Somehow though, he had managed to convince her to leave him to his own mind tonight instead of patrolling the streets of Knockturn Alley for some fun or joining the company of loose women like any normal night. Sebastian was the type to fluent the shady pubs. He was also known to leave with no less than one woman. It was what made him happy. It was what he was good at. It was indeed a miracle that he had talked her into leaving without such a suspicious glint in her eyes. Perhaps it was the fact that the normally full bodied man had managed to resemble that of a lanky teenager. His shirts began to sit rather loosely on his shoulders as ribs began to gently form protrusions from his torso. That, along with the grey color that seemed to dye his skin, was enough to make him look ill. Or at the very least, it was a clue that he wasn’t exactly taking care of himself. It wasn’t intentional. Sebastian just couldn’t seem to stomach a hearty meal anymore since Greyback seemed to make a quick snack out of his sister. Just the images of her mangled body on a metal slab was enough to make him lose an appetite, and thoughts such as that flew across his mind more often than not. He was finding himself becoming a man obsessed with revenge over the little girl he watched grow up. It had consumed his passionate heart so much that he couldn’t really think of anything else. He had even consulted with an order member to make his goals a reality. It was getting to be such a problem that he wasn’t hiding it very well. Which was sad because being able to stay charismatic and keep a mask on during the upmost pressure was his skill… it was what defined him as Sebastian. All in all, it was almost like he was losing himself alongside any sanity he had. Crazy French whack job indeed. Perhaps it was in his best interest to avoid everybody. It was what would keep him alive… and he was still a survivor deep down. Although, how long would Leda allow that though? When would she start to distinguish the difference between his mourning and just wallowing bitterness?Still, it was nice to contain the crazy to his head whenever Seb could. That was why when Leda left the flat to go take care of whatever she needed to do… he could easily lay out on the lavish furniture that sat in a near empty room. Nothing ever looked touched as pureblood society states that everything must have its place. It gave the eerie feeling of not belonging. It was rather uncomfortable to be just lounging about but Sebastian found himself drifting off and on throughout the evening. It felt nice just laying still. It was like nothing mattered… it didn’t feel like the dark lord was breathing down his neck. Nor did it feel as though he was under that seemingly always glaring eye of that guard dog. It was also nice to get away from the small things too like casually wooing some unsuspecting girl back for a night of empty love. Of course, a rapping at the door jarred him from his zoned state of slumber. Rolling over, all he could do was attempt to ignore the booming sound that filled the otherwise silent apartment. Eventually, it became something that he couldn’t ignore anymore. Pulling a house robe over his frame, wand hiding underneath the fabric just in case, he hobbled over towards the door and threw it open. Oh great. It was the dog. Woof. ”And here I told them I wanted the pretty slut. Sorry but you just won’t do.” If words could drip with venom, Seb’s words could have been a snake bite. Agitated, he allowed his arms to relax the grip on his wand… but only to check the time on his watch. When was Leda coming home again? This was not good. ”What do you want, and do make it quick.” Yes, he definitely didn’t want Leda coming home to him having a Diggory as company. It was for his roommate’s protection just as much as Elvira’s seeing as when he gave up all the names of Death Eaters in the Ministry… he had conveniently forgotten about including his dear friend’s name. Oh what a mess that would be. i slept on your doorstep, begging for one chancethanks, kristen! ♥

just dropping in

It was one of those situations where, no matter how unpleasant it might have been, she was given a job and she refused to let that go. No matter what he did or said, no matter what anyone else might have thought to see her sneaking off in the middle of the night. No matter what her husband assumed was happening. She was going to do her job, because that was what she did best. And she wasn’t going to half-ass it. She wasn’t going to write him letters and ask for check-up appointments where he could clean himself up and get his ass back in gear before she got there, because that wasn’t her job. Her job wasn’t to let him go on masquerading like everything in his life was peaches and cream, and that she was merely a means to an end. Because if he did something stupid, she was going to be the one that was there to clean up his mess, and she sucked far to much at cleaning to find that to be a plausible option for her.

And so she dropped in uninvited, ready to see if he was doing alright or if she needed to kick him hard enough that he started behaving. Until he started acting like a fully functioning member of whatever society it was he’d worked himself into. Until he looked less angry at the world, and more like someone who was eventually going to get what he wanted. It was nearly pitiful to look at him, even as he opened the door and her eyes narrowed. He didn’t look well at all. Obviously, she’d been keeping a close enough eye on him to notice his descent. He’d lost something in himself, and she couldn’t help but notice that his hair wasn’t as pretty as it had been the night they’d first made acquaintance. He didn’t look as physically intimidating as he might have then either. He looked like a defeated man, and that wasn’t something you looked at and feared instantly. It was something that you felt sorry for and you pitied and you wanted to help. But then, he opened his mouth, and you realized he was just as bubbly and happy as he ever had been.

“Now now.” she said, resisting the urge to point at him in any motherly sort of fashion. “Just because you’ve normally got to pay for the company of young women, doesn’t mean you don’t know how to behave yourself around a woman.” She smiled politely. Before nodding at the room over this shoulder. “That means you invite me in and we sit and maybe have a nice cup of tea before you pester me for any business that I might have here.” Really, she didn’t feel like standing in his doorway discussing anything. It wasn’t the safest of places to talk. It also wasn’t the most inviting of situations for him to be lording over her, master of the doorframe. If anything, going inside would give her a little more power over the situation. Something that she desired. ” Vous avez été élevé mieux que cela.”

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