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Aurora Sinistra (revontulet) wrote in all_roads,
@ 2008-02-01 12:19:00

Entry tags:

*thread-completed, aurora sinistra, bellatrix black lestrange, carina sarcelles black, regulus black, rodolphus lestrange

Shopping and kidnapping; Diagon Alley [AS, RB, CSB, BBL, RL]
WHO: Aurora, Regulus, Carina, Bellatrix, Rodolphus
WHERE: Diagon Alley
WHEN: Wednesday, 29 December, 1999; early evening
SUMMARY: Regulus takes Carina to get a telescope with the aide of Aurora; Bella and Roddy have a change of plans. COMPLETED THREAD.
RATING: PG-13 for subject matter?

"Oh, look at that!"

Aurora's head turned quickly in the direction that Carina had suddenly taken off in, mild amusement touching her features as she watched the little blonde skip. What it was Carina had seen, she was not certain, but no doubt they would soon hear a detailed explanation of it and why it was so exciting if they did not follow. They, of course being herself and Aiden.

Not for the first time this afternoon, her gaze slanted toward him and then away before she was caught. When he had suggested this excursion in order to choose the right telescope for a belated Christmas gift of Carina's, she had read only a far different intent in it, but Carina's pleading at a later lesson had secured her agreement. Try as she had to remain in a professional capacity alone, it seemed Aiden Sarcelles was not a man to take rebuff lightly. It was not that she felt no attraction to him, it was that the opposite was true and past experience had taught her than the things she felt so strongly about were those things that needed to be treated with the greatest caution and even suspicion. Yet, here she was, just the same, shopping with he and his daughter, a process that had long since gone beyond finding a telescope.

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lostblackheir
2008-02-01 06:38 pm UTC (link)

Regulus smiled, watching with amusement as Carina scampered off. He half expected to hear her chattering on in her own strange mixture of English and French about what she saw. He was pleased beyond words that Aurora had chosen to come with them. Granted, he knew that a good deal of that had to do with his daughter's charming pleading at their last lesson, but he didn't care. Regulus appreciated the adult company, and particularly that it was Aurora's company.

It had been odd, the last few months. The more time he spent around her, the more he saw of the careful, skillful way she had of making Carina anticipate their lessons with glee, the more he began to be intrigued by her. She wasn't like many of the women he had met since his return. They were interested in the poor seemingly wealthy and well connected widower. None of them had been brazen enough to throw themselves at him, but he had heard the whispers, seen the glances. No, Aurora was different, reserved and independent and so damned confusing that a man could spend a lifetime just trying to figure her out. She was beautiful, but more than just a pretty face. Intelligent, but with such a personality that she could make him laugh and think. Engaging for adult conversation yet still gifted in dealing with his daughter.

And there were the scars. He had taken to studying her when he thought she wouldn't notice, and he had noticed one small, faint scar near her hairline, and another near her eyes. It led him to wonder if there were others he had missed, and how exactly she had gotten scars in such places. They were too small and faint to be from dueling, he decided, but he had yet to come up with another explanation, and not having any answer was maddening. He wanted to ask her about them, about a great many things but he worried that she was so busy pegging him in the very professional role of the father of her pupil that she wouldn't open up that much. She was more than happy to share minor details, where she grew up, about her education and teaching credentials, but some things he knew were divided by that wall of being professional, and that was maddening as well.

But today wasn't like that. Today was about Carina, and him enjoying one of the rare excursions Aurora had agreed to. He pointed out something in a shop just ahead. "A galleon says that she'll spot that in a moment and insist on showing it to us."

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revontulet
2008-02-01 07:01 pm UTC (link)

Though Aurora turned her head in Aiden's direction and smiled, she did not quite meet his eyes. It was an deep-seated habit with men she was attracted to that she had never fully broken. "I have no doubt she will," she said, looking again to where Carina was. "She's going to show us the contents of Diagon Alley bit by bit, I th-"

"Brave of him, showing his face here so soon."
"Isn't that-"
"It is! Oh, how delicious-"
"That poor child, that must be her-"
"Oh, I say, looks like it isn't just her with the deviancy then, it's him too if he's got other witches-"

Sharp hearing, honed from years of teaching children intent on gossiping during class, caught both the murmurs and the looks and then what Aurora had been about to say went unfinished. It made her angry, to hear strangers talking about Aiden like that, but her foremost thought right now was for Carina, who was headed right toward the gaggle of gossiping people. Much closer, and there was a chance names would be dropped and then Aurora could only imagine the scene. She doubted Carina was even aware of the recent journal entry, but she knew that if the girl heard one word spoken ill of her aunt or father, there would be hell to pay.

"Oh, Carina, look at these," she suddenly exclaimed with an open excitement that was quite unlike her normal demeanor, waving her hand to quickly draw Carina's attention. It was necessary, though, but not overtly fake despite the deliberateness of it. It was a precious few seconds before she found something to actually be the object of attention, moving toward it.

"Ooo!" The ruse had worked and Carina was drawn back towards them, rather than closer to the gossiping witches. "Ooo, Professeur, they're beautiful! Aren't they, Papa?" Saved by a window display of hair ornaments, it seemed.