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 Posted: Fri Mar 20, 2015 1:39 pm
 xxxxxxx C A L L I U S and D E S D E M O N A Desdemona thought that one smile Jane Avery showed was quite possibly the only real smile of hers the whole time. Desdemona had never had any trouble faking them herself. The look on her face nearly curdled as Robert spoke. Oh, honestly. Children plotted and schemed even if their entire lives were planned out for them- she certainly had. Statistics and interest- what nonsense. Interest had nothing to do with marriage. Whether or not she and Callius had been interested in each other was something literally no one around them had cared about.
At his mention of their own 'recent upset' she watched her husband stiffen. Desdemona regarded the older man coolly. Antigone's sorting had nothing to do with any of this. It wasn't as if she were their heir. Her placement had come as no shock to Desdemona at least. It was torture just to get the girl to get her head out of a book. It was all Callius's fault, anyways. He had never played the adoring father. Maybe if he had, the girl wouldn't have been busy filling her head with knowledge instead. It wasn't Desdemona's fault, of course. She was an excellent mother. The man's smirk made her skin crawl, nevertheless.
Callius said coldly, "Our daughter is eleven years old, as I'm sure you're aware. That would be quite the waiting period before she was old enough to marry." He didn't like having the tables turned on him like this, at all. He was annoyed with his daughter for her sorting, but she was so infrequently on his mind that he hadn't thought about much else concerning her, and certainly not her marriage options. Obviously he wanted her married off, but matching a Ravenclaw with a Ravenclaw spelled trouble to him. Too many smarts between both of them.
He didn't look at Desdemona- it would make look like he was seeking her approval or opinion before hand. She could be uncaring, she could be furious right now, and her feelings were not very important. She'd gotten them into this bloody mess. He hoped she was happy with herself. If Vander ended up with no options and they had to marry their daughter to a fellow Ravenclaw, he was going to be very displeased. But at this point, he could hardly refuse. She and the Averys combined had him backed into a corner he was far too rigid to slip out of. That Gryffindor girl had better be a decent brood mare, was all he could think before he finally nodded.
"They are. There's no need- I'm sure Evander will be very pleased to hear of this."
Desdemona nodded as well, wordlessly, her lips stretched thin into what could only be described as a vicious smile. "Thank you so much for this offer. We're honored." M R . and M R S . L I L L A N T I N E
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2015 9:27 pm
Open the walls, play with your dolls!
We'll be the perfect family.
When you walk away is when we really play-
And you don't hear me when I say,
"Please wake up. Please look at me."
No one ever listens, this wallpaper glistens...
Don't let them see what goes down in the kitchen.  α и т ı g ø и e
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Anti had not been looking forward to returning home. While she was still displeased about her sorting, and knew she was going to really get hell for it now, at least she fit in with the other Ravenclaws, not that she’d ever admit it. Sure, she didn't have any real friends- unless you counted Layton, who’d sat next to her in classes a few times, or Violante, whom had managed to suck her into conversation once or twice- but she was relatively at peace in the Ravenclaw Tower, or studying in the library, or doing homework on her dorm room bed. She had a brilliant view of the grounds. It was like being in the clouds, and she went to sleep every night listening to the wind. She was almost to the point where she could admit to herself that she enjoyed being in her house.
But it had its drawbacks, such as getting far too used to being able to mostly do and say whatever she liked, and having a lot of free time to go wherever she wanted. It was not like at that at home. She couldn't hide from her brother at home, which she was painfully reminded of when the second the front doors closed behind them he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled. Hard. She gasped in pain and staggered backwards, frantically trying to get out of his grip, and trying to remember what she’d done that he’d clearly been stewing over.
Oh. He’d said something disparaging as they got off the train at King’s Cross, and she’d sarcastically muttered something back, which was miles beyond her usual response of ignoring him. He couldn't do anything to her then, in full view of other students and plenty of adults, but there wasn't much of an audience now. Unless you counted the house elves bringing their school things in and their mother, who was very used to seeing Vander do things like this. Desdemona barely blinked as she took off her coat and handed it off to a house elf.
“Let go, please, I’m sorry,” Anti whined, grabbing blindly at his hand snarled in her long black hair. He yanked on her scalp by way of it more viciously. One of the things she learned very early on about her older brother was small, slender frame be damned, he made up for it in pure malice. “You’re not sorry at all,” he snapped. “I knew this would happen. One year away from home, surrounded by muggle loving filth, and you think you can say whatever you want. I'd hex you, but you're not worth it.”
“You’re right, I'm not- ow!” As if you know any hexes, you repulsive moron. She blinked back tears from the pain in her head and resisted the urge to slam the heel of her shoe backwards into his kneecap. She’d hit her brother back exactly once, when she was five or six, and it had ended with both of them on the floor, screaming incoherently, trying to kill each other. Not playfully trying to kill each other, like some siblings did, but actually fighting like animals backed into corners. She’d gotten in most of the trouble for ‘provoking him’. Antigone had learned an important lesson from that. She was far less likely to be punished by her parents if she didn't fight back. “You’re right, ow, please stop, Vander, I’m sorry.” She had to crane her neck back to lessen the pressure, and she caught a glimpse of the look in his eyes, which was triumphant and furious and distinctly uneasy all at the same time, and he finally let go of her hair, side stepping her dismissively.
“Evander,” their mother finally spoke up, cool reproach in her tone, while Anti braced herself on the edge of a side table in the entry way, probing her aching scalp with her skinny fingers. “What have I told you about making scenes in front of the house elves? Your father and I expect you to comport yourself with more decorum.”
“You make scenes in front of the elves all the time,” he retorted scornfully, giving said elves a glare. They had the nerve to glare back, but scurried off all the same. “Don’t lecture me; I’m not a child anymore,” he continued moodily. “Anti is, you should be dealing with her- all that time up in a bloody tower’s gone straight to her head.” Anti flushed and backed further away from him. She had a painful crick in her neck now. It was almost funny how her brother still called her by a childhood nickname he’d come up with as soon as he could speak, even after nearly yanking a hunk of hair out of her head. At least the nickname in and of itself wasn't disparaging, not really.
“I will speak with her,” their mother said evenly. “And your father has something to discuss with you. I suggest you go see him now, if you’re done acting like a toddler throwing a tantrum.” She looked like she was about to smile about something, despite her tone, but only Anti seemed to notice it. Vander paled, but went up the stairs as loudly as possible. Anti suspected he wasn't actually any happier to be home than she was, though she had no idea why. Father treated him like a little prince, he’d always gotten his way, and he was going to inherit everything one day. His life was as close to perfect as she thought someone’s could be; the only thing that ruined it was him. Maybe the older brother she wanted, the one who existed only in her head, would have stood up to her when their parents ignored and belittled her, would have cheered for her when she got sorted into Ravenclaw, wouldn't always threaten and sneer and snap at her. She slunk over to the foot of the stairs, hoping her mother had forgotten about her already, but no such luck.
“Antigone.” She turned, avoiding eye contact. Mother’s eyes scared her sometimes. They were a vivid blue green, a sharp contrast from Father’s, or Vander’s, or even her own. The only one who had her eyes was Cyrus. Maybe that was why he was her favorite, but Anti knew that was ridiculous. Still, she didn't see why she couldn't have been Mother’s favorite. They were both female. They were both intelligent- she knew her mother was far sharper than she necessarily let on.
“Your father and I were very disappointed in your sorting,” she began. “I’m sorry,” Anti said quickly, hoping to get this over with fast. “I tried to be in Slytherin, I swear I did, but it didn't listen to me, it wasn't fair-,”
“I think you’ll find that life is rarely fair,” her mother continued calmly. “Or forgiving. You’d be stricken off the family tree immediately with some families, do you understand me? There’s not much room for cleverness in this house, not when someone like your brother is heir.” Desdemona towered over all three of her children, and she’d never bothered much with lowering herself to match their height. For all of Anti’s life she’d been distant, above her, always looking down on with a bored expression. This was no different. Anti would have cowered, but she felt so anxious she could barely move. “I suppose you think your brother's extraordinarily unfair and unforgiving himself, and you’re right,” the woman continued flatly. “But if I were you, I would think very carefully before I opened my mouth around him from now on.” She cast a look up the stairs, where there was the sound of a door slamming shut and muffled voices. Her eyes glittered with amusement. “In fact, I wouldn't say much of anything at all around him for the next week or so.”
Anti couldn't contain her curiosity. “Why?” She then grimaced- ‘why?’ was not generally an acceptable question in their household. Her mother didn't seem to mind it right now, though. “Let’s just say your father has a surprise for him.”
“Vander hates surprises,” she muttered. Desdemona nearly beamed- it was very disconcerting to see that much of her teeth. “Yes, he does, doesn't he?” There was what could only be described as a scream of rage from upstairs, followed by more yelling. Antigone jumped, and stared at her mother with wide eyes. “Is he- is he yelling at Father?” She’d never heard her brother or her father fight before. It simply didn't happen. They were always in agreement about everything. If anyone was screaming at each other, it was usually Vander yelling himself hoarse at their mother.
“I’d imagine so,” her mother practically sang under her breath. There was the patter of small feet. Cy ran down the stairs, one hand tightly gripping the banister, which was a habit that had been drilled into him from years of Vander trying his best to shove or knock him down them. Anti blinked at the sight of him. Her younger brother had shot up a little in height, lost some of his baby fat, and was now sporting glasses. “You need glasses?” she asked a little snottily. “Since when?”
“They’re for reading,” he said defensively. “Father wouldn't believe me whenever I told him I couldn't see the words. He said I was just being lazy.” Cyrus had long ago perfected the art of jutting out his lower lip just so. Anti wished she could shove it back in place. Pouting that often was going to permanently contort his face, she just knew it.
“Of course you weren't being lazy, darling.” Desdemona put a hand on his shoulder. Anti stared at her feet so no one would see her rolling her eyes. “Vander’s gone mad,” Cy announced cheerily. “He’s screaming at Father. Something about how he’s not going to marry some stupid girl. Mother, is he going to get married now?”
Anti couldn’t help herself. She hated it when he acted like this. “He’s only thirteen,” she snapped. “You can’t be married at that age. Don’t you know anything?” Her brother’s lower lip trembled, but his eyes were vindictive. She almost scoffed in disgust. All her patience- not that there had been much to start with- for Cyrus seemed to have evaporated while she was away at school. Her mother’s patience seemed to have evaporated as well. “Antigone, go to your room, now,” she said coldly. “You can come out when you've learned to mind your tongue with your brothers.”
“Fine,” Anti mumbled, and feeling as though she had nothing left to lose at this point, added on venomously, “Those glasses won’t last three days with Vander.”
“Now.”
Antigone went upstairs, down the endless hall to her room, tensing when she heard the sound of something very expensive shattering before she got to the relative safety of her bedroom. “I hate them, all of them,” she informed the neat line of dolls on a shelf. They weren't very sympathetic. And she was wrong, anyways. The glasses didn't even last a day. They were in pieces by the time they sat down to dinner. Cyrus cried through it, trying to get as much sympathy as possible while his father was for once less than pleased with his elder brother. Vander scowled throughout the meal, and barely touched his plate, but didn't say a word, staring at the dining room wall, completely lost in his own dark thoughts. Anti made herself as small as possible in her seat, didn't dare so much as look at her father, and practically ran out as soon as she was allowed to leave. Places, places, get in your places!
Throw on your dress, put on your doll faces!
I see things that nobody else sees...
Please don't let them look through the curtains.
Picture, picture, smile for the picture-
Pose with your brothers, won't you be a good sister?
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Posted: Sun Apr 05, 2015 8:53 am
 -A letter carried by Tom, the Oriental Bay Owl owned by Wendy Madeline Chaisty- The owl was rude and badly trained; obviously, Wendy had decided since it didn’t even linger after she had taken the letter, in fact, Wendy was quite positive the owl almost flew off before she could get the letter for the owl. When Wendy had read the letter she started laughing, and sitting up penned her own response with a self inking quill she happened to have in her bag which later that afternoon she had gotten her own owl to send to Evander. She saw no rush to answering him anyways. However, once her own Tom recieved the letter, the small owl quickly flew out to hunt down what his lovely redheaded owner described as a 'contrary looking young man with dark hair who will likely try to kill you on sight.' -----------------------------------------------------------
Mr. Evander Lillantine,
Such a lovely surprise to hear from you. And I dearly, hope to address some of your concerns, as I do owe you that obligation considering certain arrangements:
Of course I knew about the betrothal: at most three weeks after the arrangement Mr. and Mrs. Avery saw fit to pen a note informing of it. However, it is far from my place to tell you, especially since your own parents had obviously not told you. It isn’t my place to go above them and besides, I very much doubt you’d have believed me if I did tell you. How do you think I feel regarding the matter considering I never even bothered mentioning you? (You can thank David for that, by the way). Oh, right, my opinion doesn't matter-and neither does yours and you are a fool if you think it is and might as well abandon your inheritance because daring to go against tradition is a good way to get disowned quick.
Though, I hope to ease your summer by at least giving you a simple way to turn the tables on your brother without laying a finger on him. Right now you grant him power by showing your displeasure, but if you stop, he loses the power he has over you in such a seemingly rushed agreement which your mother had prompted the Averys she was interested in for you. Pretend while you are at home at least, that after you calmed from the initial shock of the whole matter, you actually decided I wasn’t so vomit-worthy and you were happy about the whole situation. He couldn’t torment you properly about something you seemed happy about. And once back at school, feel free to go on flirting with and consorting with your many, many admirers. You won’t see me shed a tear over that.
Your (un)luckily betrothed,
xxxxxWendy Madeline Chaisty
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Posted: Mon Apr 06, 2015 11:55 am
-A letter carried by Tom, the Oriental Bay Owl owned by Wendy Madeline Chaisty- ----------------------------------------------------------- Mr. Evander Lillantine,
Perhaps I only bother with my 'place' for those who I feel are truly above me? As it is for the time being, you do not have any command of my whims. And no, I am not bitter regarding this whole situation at all. I am quite neutral on it. Of course it was a bit of a surprise to me, but I see no reason to be particularly perturbed by it.
As for Cyrus, if you do lack the composure or wit to outsmart a mere child who has yet to even receive his wand, might I suggest looking over your herbology textbooks for some extra studying? It is truly fascinating what you can find in the garden.
And, please, if you must die, have the decency to marry me first. That way I can have some claim to the Lillantine inheritance-and I assume I'd be a hair more preferable than Cyrus or say your sister or cousin.
Your unconcerned fiancee,
xxxxxWendy Madeline Chaisty
P.S. Perhaps when you get around to completing all those murders you are so inelegantly planning, you can request a room next to your potential father-in-law.
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Posted: Tue Apr 07, 2015 7:21 pm
-A letter carried by Tom, the Oriental Bay Owl owned by Wendy Madeline Chaisty- ----------------------------------------------------------- Mr. Evander Lillantine,
Perhaps I feel like I honestly do owe them respect? And, if you must know, meditation is a useful talent for other things than biting back sarcastic comments. A clear mind makes your spell-work all the better. I am sure that is one of the many reasons you do so poorly in transfiguration, for example.
And, yes, you can very well be neutral about an arranged marriage. I wasn't stupid enough to think there was any other possibility. Arranged marriages like such are typical and expected for proper witches and wizards. I have no desire to fall into silly habits like 'dating', like some common halfblood or blood traitor or what not.
And the garden doesn't just contain poisonous plants. I could easily be suggesting having him have a round with the Womping Willow or try playing with Mandrakes. Obviously, not knowing that much means you need to study more even if you don't plan to use the knowledge. All I can say is I'm happy to be an only child.
As for my father, to ease your concerns, it is more accurately referred to as a "dueling accident" or so it has been called. But, no, I haven't seen my father since his incarceration, but I have no interest in it either. And, it wouldn't necessarily be Mr. Avery, the head of the family, it could be my actual legal guardian, David's uncle, or even David to walk me down the aisle. Why planning a wedding already in your head?
Charmed you are willing to spend even your afterlife with me,
xxxxxWendy Madeline Chaisty
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Posted: Mon Apr 13, 2015 5:21 pm
-A letter carried by Tom, the Oriental Bay Owl owned by Wendy Madeline Chaisty- ----------------------------------------------------------- Mr. Evander Lillantine,
Don't you know honey is more effective than vinegar? As for staying in their good graces, it is merely far more advantageous to do so. And if I was counting the repayment of my debt owed to the Averys, I reckon that and any future debts I may have will be paid by having the hornor of being wed to you. In fact they many end up owing me. Well, it is always useful to have someone in your debt. And, despite your numerous faults, I suppose I could have been fated to be engaged to far worse.
As for what David chooses to do-and is allowed- I should point out, he is not the heir to my family. Not really. I'm a Chaisty first and foremost, not an Avery. And, I am the end of the Chaisty line, which would actually make me the heir to my family. We are a separate but tied family to the Avery Clan. I would advise you to take a minute or two to actually bother to learn about the family your fiancee comes from. However I assume his romance is to his satisfaction, though.
Can arrange the death does us part if you wish,
xxxxxWendy Madeline Chaisty
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2015 2:24 am
-A letter carried by Tom, the Oriental Bay Owl owned by Wendy Madeline Chaisty- ----------------------------------------------------------- E Mr. Evander Lillantine,
Sorry for the sudden letter but I wanted to know how Antigone is doing and more importantly verify your attendance of the wedding since. To be blunt, be prepared to meet your future father-in-law because I'm sure the he will want to meet you and he will no doubt be there. Thank Merlin for legal technicalities, apparently. Really the only practical way I could see you getting out of it is if you fell deathly ill... or I do. Actually that isn't such a horrid idea and I'd be more than willing to be poisoned for a few days if it
Anyways, at least he said he wasn't involved in the Hogsmeade incident when I asked. But still! Apparently the Averys have managed to find a very, very good lawyer to hire. I can only assume they suddenly felt sorry for the mor him to decide to help him out.
Sincerely,
xxxxxWendy Madeline Chaisty
P.S. I really do hope Antigone is back to top health... though I suppose from what you say it probably wouldn't hurt if say she lost her voice in the whole thing. She obviously incapable of using the one she has-or common sense-or have a back bone. Regardless, it would be best if she does recover speedily.
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Posted: Wed Jul 08, 2015 7:28 pm
-A letter carried by Tom, the Oriental Bay Owl owned by Wendy Madeline Chaisty- ----------------------------------------------------------- Evander, don't be ridiculous... if I was going to bother with jokes I'd have made one that was slightly less ridiculous. I am well aware where he was supposed to be, but then all of a sudden I get home and he just acts like he was on some short business trip or some nonsense! It's horrid! And, as I said there was a legal technicality, my father's sentence was overturned on the grounds of not concrete enough evidence. If you are busy showing off my letters like some silly boy trying to turn these correspondences into some sort of twisted evidence of my 'affections', you could at least do some good to pay attention to what I write.
As for offing the bride and groom, I doubt it, they've spent far too much on the event and their attire to waste it on a double murder. However if that happens, good thing I can play a lovely funeral march as well. Bring your violin, you could join in. Seriously, though, don't act as if I'm daft, I asked Father about the events at Hogsmeade precisely because I trust the Averys and him about as far as I could throw them together. And that would be the muggle way, so not any distance at all.
And, please don't doubt me, I see no reason to wish ill on Antigone. Her own lack of mental functioning will no doubt cause her enough grief as is. However, if you want I can go there myself and drag that idiot out of bed. I swear I didn't almost get myself killed for her to sulk around like some limp noodle.
Sincerely,
xxxxxWendy Madeline Chaisty
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Posted: Fri Jul 10, 2015 6:14 am
-A letter carried by Tom, the Oriental Bay Owl owned by Wendy Madeline Chaisty- ----------------------------------------------------------- Mr. Lillantine,
You of course would think this is some big laugh, now wouldn't you? And, I'll have you know I remember him just fine and I was perfectly happy with him away. Besides, he has always been known to not be a particularly good liar. I doubt you even have the slightest idea why I might be less than pleased for him to be home again. Of course what should I expect from a boy barely 14 who is less mature than some five year olds?
As it is, I'll just let you handle your future father-in-law and explain exactly how you intend to care for and protect his little princess and why you were so charmed by me and how you intend to make me your 'queen'. I would have helped you, but instead you can go to your Mummy and Daddy for help if you want to handle it. Don't expect help from his little princess who can do no wrong.
Hoping Daddy will kill you (and not just hex you) for not 'properly appreciating' his 'little Princess',
xxxxxWendy Madeline Chaisty
P.S. As for your sister's 'social maladjustment' obviously the trait runs in the family considering your so lovely personality.
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2015 10:03 am
 Flick flack,
No slack,
I got the wit that my enemies lack,
But I know what I am,
They know what they are
So let me be
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Luke walked up the path to the door, his thoughts actually surprisingly not focused on his own problems. Unless you counted the fact he was visiting the family that had dumped him in an orphanage. His opinion on the Lillantines was neutral, and had so far been so. Nothing had warranted him to dislike them, and he figured that he would make up his mind about them the more he interacted with them. In one hand, he carried a bag filled with items from his shop, and the other was in his pocket. He knew that Vio had to be following, and he figured she had her own opinion on her family, as well as the fact that Cora and Garrett wouldn't have let her go unless someone was there. Family drama, he was actually glad the Borson's family drama was winding down, because he was getting sick and tired of being someone's whipping boy. Now, if only he could figure out how to get back at a certain uncle of his.
He looked back to Vio and cocked an eyebrow. "So, any last-minute warnings I should be aware of before I venture inside? Or should I expect the worse and go from there?" He didn't care one way or the other. He'd actually be meeting his cousins for the first time, well, aside from the very brief sighting of Evander when he had first come over. Beyond that, he had nothing to go off of when it came to the rest of his family. It was an odd thought at that, too. The thought that he had family outside of the Borsons. It was just something he'd had to wrap his brain around back when he was in jail, and he figured it couldn't be as bad as his mor's family, right?
════════════════════════Location: Lillantine Estate
Thinking: Here's to venturing into the lion's den...
Taken By: Steffi Theresia
OOC:
    
Trick some,
Just begun,
Giving you more when you only want one,
Cause I know what I am
They know what they are
So let me be
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2015 6:08 pm
All the way from where we came, built a mansion in a day;
Distant lightning, thunder claps, watch our neighbor's house collapse.
Looked the other way, and then the storm was overhead!
In the absence of a breeze, scatter what remains!
Every warning we ignored, drifting in from distant shores...
The wind presents a change of course; a second reckoning of sorts.  V I O L A N T E
F A Y E
L I L L A N T I N E
Slytherin │ Third Year │ Pureblood │ Adopted
Vio could never recall having been this happy to visit her aunt and uncle before. She generally only saw them once or twice a year, and that was court ordered. Visits tended to be tense, brief, and painfully dull. But this was going to be different, because this time her brother was with her. She didn't really know how to explain other than the feeling of having been adrift in a raft at sea by herself only to suddenly find that she was not, in fact, alone. Maybe she and Luke hadn't grown up together or even knowing each other but they'd had the same father and they had the same blood and that had to count for something, right?
She followed after Luke, knowing the only reason Cora hadn't accompanied her was because she warily trusted Vio's half brother to keep an eye on her. Gare had tried to give her his work cell phone, just in case, before swearing when he remembered it wouldn't work well or at all in any magical household. He still had to walk down the lane to make calls, and the ancient phone in Walsh house worked sporadically at best. She tried her best to keep up with Luke, her strides being much shorter due to the height difference, but she was gradually shooting up in height herself and hoped she didn't stop anytime soon. Her father- their father- had been tall, but her mother had been on the shorter side of average height.
She smiled and shrugged. "It depends. Aunt Desdemona will probably look like she's about to laugh the whole time; she usually does, and Uncle Callius will either not say much or be extremely condescending. Vander- Evander will be awful. He always is to me, anyways. Anti, or, well, Antigone, she probably won't say a word she doesn't have to. She's very quiet. Cyrus, the youngest one, he likes to talk. It could be fine, but boring, or it could be a train wreck." She stopped when they reached the door before darting forward to knock, an expectant look on her face. Garvie answered, looking about as miserable as ever, but the house elf brightened upon seeing Vio and Luke. "Young Mistress Violante and Young Master Luke are here!" He let them in, and another house elf, Cady, slunk over to take their coats before disappearing with Garvie as the rest of the Lillantine family made their entrance, the parents followed by the children.
Desdemona was the first to speak up, as her husband looked Luke and Vio over like he wished the chandelier above their heads would come crashing to the floor. "Violante, you're getting so old now," she said pleasantly, addressing her first. "It's hard to believe you and Antigone are thirteen already. Proper young ladies now." The last bit was said with a careful glance towards her daughter, whom was studying the marble floor. "And Luke, it's lovely to see you again. You look well." Vander rolled his eyes from his place beside his father, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else. Cyrus stared openly at Luke and Vio, but mostly Luke, with an excited, curious gaze. We were wasted waiting for a comedown of revolving doors!
Fate, don't fail me now, and when the days that followed past...
In another mansion built to last; from our window we could see-
Only possibilities down the road and back!
Auctioned off our memories; in the absence of a breeze;
Scatter what remains, fate, don't fail me now!
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2015 6:48 pm
Flick flack,
No slack,
I got the wit that my enemies lack,
But I know what I am,
They know what they are
So let me be
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poolqǝɹnԀ |ᛗ| sǝzǝǝɥM ƃuıpɹɐzıM s,ʎǝlsɐǝM ɟo ɹǝuʍO |ᛗ| ıuɯnl∀ ɹopuıɟɟʎɹ⅁
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Luke nodded at the descriptions of their relations and filed it away. This could go either very well, or very badly. With his track record, he was leaning toward the latter, but that was mostly because of the fact he was practically chaos incarnate. Oh well, it wasn't like his luck could get any worse. The descriptions of his cousins made him quirk an eyebrow, thinking that he was very glad that his mor and far had raised him. He tried to picture Steffi being anything but herself, and failed. He shook his head, thinking that his family was much different than this one. He might not have survived childhood because he didn't know when to keep some things to himself. He at least bit his tongue, and waited quietly for the door to be answered. Several house elves helped them enter, and disappeared quickly before the Lillantine family, the ones that were completely together, made their appearance.
He He examined each one, already filing away how they acted. Desdemona was the only one that seemed even remotely happy to see them, followed by the youngest son. The girl, Anti, was being silent, and he was horribly reminded of how Balder had acted around him when he first got back out of jail. Vander looked like he'd rather be anywhere else, and Luke almost smirked before he clamped down on that expression. No, he was here to be on as good of behaviour as he could. Though, from the expression on Callius's face, he had a hard time keeping the smirk off of his face. Already decided he didn't like him, hrm? This might be more fun than he thought. "Hello Aunt Desdemona, Uncle Callius. It's good to see you as well. I brought something with me that I figured the kids could enjoy. It seemed appropriate, anyway. Should always greet guests warmly and always bring something for the hosts. Proper etiquette, after all." He smiled, though he felt his smile was edging into smirk territory. He could play the game just as well as anyone, and definitely better than most. He'd survived his un- no, Roald's version of proper etiquette. He figured they couldn't be any worse than he is.
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Thinking: Here's to venturing into the lion's den...
Taken By: Steffi Theresia
OOC:
Trick some,
Just begun,
Giving you more when you only want one,
Cause I know what I am
They know what they are
So let me be
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Diamond Wales Vice Captain
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2015 7:12 pm
And the people went into their hide...
From the start they didn't know exactly why-
Winter came and made it so all look alike, look alike;
Underneath the grass would grow, aiming at the sky.
It was swift, it was just, another wave of a miracle...
But no one, nothing at all would go for the kill!
If they called one very soul in the land on the move-
Only then would they know a blessing in disguise.  α и т ı g ø и e
¢ α š š ı ø ρ e ı α
ł ı ł ł α и т ı и e
яανeи¢łαω │ тнıяđ чeαя │ ρυяeвłøøđ │ še¢øиđ вøяи
Anti didn't see the point of any of this. Father already hated Luke because he was 'a filthy b*****d of my damnable brother' and Mother had only insisted he come along with Vio to this get together because she was amused by him. Anti's mother was amused by many thing, so Anti couldn't say she was very surprised. She lifted her gaze from the floor for a moment to look over her b*****d cousin. He had to be around twenty; after all, he had graduated from Hogwarts before she was even in attendance. He seemed to be barely suppressing a smirk, and the way he spoke to Mother and Father... It reminded Anti of the way Vio sometimes addressed Vander, and that never seemed to end well for anyone except Vio. Personally, Anti was sick of the anger for other people's slights being taken out on her, but she was used to it by now. She looked curiously at the bag in Luke's hand before her father shot her a warning look and she returned to staring at the floor, which, while not something her parents actively encouraged her to do, usually seemed to work when it came to not getting in trouble. Vander looked insulted that he had been referred to as a kid, but Vander had been thinking he was a man since around the age of eleven, so that came as no surprise. "How thoughtful of you," her father finally said dryly. "Thank your cousin for his generosity; Evander, Antigone, Cyrus." The last name was said with an edge to it, as Cyrus was grinning now, and Anti observed her younger brother restrain his expression out of the corner of her eye. "Thank you, cousin," Evander said, obviously struggling to keep the disdain out of his voice. Antigone resisted the urge to fidget and looked up briefly, avoiding Vio's searching look at her. "Thank you." It came out in a voice barely above a whisper, which she hadn't meant it to, but she'd limited her speaking all summer. What did she have to say to any of them, anyways? Nothing they'd ever listen to. She might as well be an inanimate object, so why shouldn't she act like one? "Thank you!" Cy chirped beside her, perky as ever. "Can we see what it is? Mother, can we?" He looked up at their mother brightly, probably knowing very well that it would irritate Father even more that he was asking her and not him for permission, and Anti pictured stepping down hard on his foot to keep herself from glaring at the floor. Mother replied evenly, "That's for your cousin to decide, darling." The curse ruled from the underground down by the shore...
And their hope grew with a hunger to live unlike before!
The curse ruled from the underground down by the shore...
And their hope grew with a hunger to live unlike before!
Tell me now of the very souls that look alike, look alike;
Do you know the stranglehold covering their eyes?
If I call on every soul in the land on the move-
Tell me if I'll ever know a blessing in disguise.
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Posted: Thu Jul 16, 2015 6:52 pm
Flick flack,
No slack,
I got the wit that my enemies lack,
But I know what I am,
They know what they are
So let me be
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poolqǝɹnԀ |ᛗ| sǝzǝǝɥM ƃuıpɹɐzıM s,ʎǝlsɐǝM ɟo ɹǝuʍO |ᛗ| ıuɯnl∀ ɹopuıɟɟʎɹ⅁
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Luke smirked as he could almost see the disdain coming off of Vander as he thanked him. Anti's had been nearly impossible to hear, and Cy's grin reminded him of his own grins when he was younger. He had to wonder if his younger cousin wasn't some kind of prankster. Which, if he was, he was debating taking the boy under his wing. Hey, if he was going to be a prankster or a troublemaker, he might as well learn from the best. As it was, he looked at Desdemona when she advised that it was up to him to decide, and he shrugged. "They can have it, I don't mind. I mean, it is a gift, so they might as well get it while I'm here. Just I wouldn't suggest they use any of it while I'm here." He handed the bag over to Anti, figuring that she could get a first peek at it. He wasn't sure that Vander would share, and Cy just had enough of a mischievous look around him that Luke was wary of handing the pranks off to him.
Luke then looked up toward the adults, curious as to whether they were going to stand in the hall all evening. That wasn't exactly comfortable, and well, he knew that while Callius might be wishing discomfort on him, he wasn't going to let it slide with Vio. After all, he was the b*****d, Vio was actually legitimate. "So, this is Cyrus, Antiogne, and Evander? Pleasure to meet all three. Hopefully we won't be standing around all evening uncomfortable with each other. I mean, we technically are family." He gave the three his best smile, but it still felt more like a smirk than an actual smile. This was actually a lot more fun than he had anticipated, and he wasn't sure if he should be worried or not. After all, he could be committing the biggest faux pas here and completely get Vio in more trouble than it was worth, or the kids. He didn't care if he got kicked out of the house, but he did care about his younger sister.
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Thinking: Here's to venturing into the lion's den...
Taken By: Steffi Theresia
OOC:
Trick some,
Just begun,
Giving you more when you only want one,
Cause I know what I am
They know what they are
So let me be
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Diamond Wales Vice Captain
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sun Jul 19, 2015 11:37 am
Must have been the devil who changed my mind...
Must have been the wind blowing, not me crying...
Half the joy of leaving was the space I left behind...
Now I'm back, angel-headed, hollow-eyed...
The blue sky wrinkled through my tears...
Then darkness grounded all my fears!
I gave him my sugar, he switched it for salt!
Should have seen him coming; that's always my fault!
Rocks for my pillow and sand for my bed...
For better or worse I left him for dead. ∂ є ѕ ∂ є м σ η α
α я ѕ є η ι α
ℓ ι ℓ ℓ α η т ι η є
ƒσямєя ѕℓутнєяιη │ ρυяєвℓσσ∂ │ мσтнєя σƒ тняєє
Desdemona congratulated herself, once again, on her own genius in inviting Julius's b*****d to dinner along with Violante. Violante reminded her of Bellamy every time she saw her, which was irritating, but every time Luke spoke it was like Julius Lillantine was in the room again, smirking at his brother. She'd forgotten how much she'd missed that smirk. She looked over at Anti, who was staring in the bag with an unreadable expression on her face before she swiftly handed it off to Cy. Vander looked infuriated, but his sister ignored him. Cy looked as if his birthday had come early, but knew better than to start with any of the contents of the bag right now if he wanted to live to see his actual birthday.
She chanced a glance over at Callius, who seemed determined to make this as painfully unpleasant for everyone present, come hell or high water. He'd reluctantly agreed to invite the b*****d boy as well, after she pointed it out he could be useful, and keeping tabs on Julius's son might be a good habit to maintain. Besides, he'd probably wanted to get a look at the boy himself, not that he'd ever admit it. From the look in his eyes, he'd noted the similarities as well, and was not very happy about it. Then again, her husband was rarely very happy about much of anything.
"But of course," she said brightly. "Evander will lead the way, won't you?" She smiled at her eldest, whom looked like he was contemplating murder, and not for the first time. Still, they all knew he wasn't going to defy her in front of guests, and he led the way to the dining room, begrudgingly. Callius and her waited until the others had passed before exchanging a meaningful look. Her husband caught her sharply by the arm. "It's as if Julius duplicated himself. With hideous hair," he murmured. Desdemona didn't actually laugh, but looked like she might as she disentangled herself from her husband's grip. "The past comes back to haunt us. The least you could do is pretend to welcome it."
"Ever the perfect hostess," he said under his breath, and the Lillantine patriarch and matriarch entered the dining room together to take their respective seats at opposite ends of the table. "I do hope everyone likes shrimp cocktail." Desdemona spoke as she took her seat. "I adore it," Vio said politely, her and Vander shooting daggers with their eyes at each from their seats across from one another. "So, Luke, what is it that you do?" Callius began. Desdemona suspected he was planning on hammering in the 'don't forget your cousin was just in prison' nail for as long as possible, though, coming from Callius, that was more than a bit hypocritical. But this family bred hypocrites, so what could you do? She wasn't opposed to this disaster waiting to happen, as the b*****d knew how to conduct himself, which was probably the Borsons's doing. Ain't it lonesome, ain't it sad?
I was the only happiness he ever had!
By the Indian River the vows were said...
In a red devil's dress I was wed!
Cat cat bone, cat cat cat bone...
He sang, "Ships in the ocean, rocks in the sea,
Dark haired woman made a fool outta me!"
I left my man asleep to drown and ran without looking back around.
Ring the bells of mercy, send the sinner man home...
The keys to the kingdom are lost and gone!
It's far too late for anyone to be saved.
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