|bd_montagues (bd_montagues) wrote in beyond_dark,|
@ 2008-06-15 10:52:00
|Entry tags:||* june 2006, - complete, - npc, guilian montague|
RP: Disciplining the errant son
Date: 14 June 2006
Characters: Don Montague, Guilian Montague
Location: Casino of Casino of Sidi Al'Nasir
Warnings: Displeased father figure
Summary: Don feels it is about time to talk to his errant younger son.
Don was not able to believe the owl he'd received a few weeks earlier from Cassius Vaisey. Their nephew was not known for telling lies, and he doubted that he would have made such a ludicrous accusation without any proof. He was, after all, an auror.
Guilian, his boy, was working actively for the Death Eaters? He'd tried to deny it, but after not a single word from him in weeks, and not a word even for Damian's birthday, his concern was increasing.
It was only after his daughter spoke of seeing Guilian in London that he knew there was a true problem. He normally never had to worry about his youngest son, but he did recall the warnings from his professors at Durmstrang. He'd thought little of it, after all, as Guilian seemed to have overcome whatever had been luring him to such rebelliousness.
But after a few discreet enquiries, he had learned Guilian was practically living at the Casino, and much to his displeasure, had been seen hanging around with Rabastan Lestrange.
He needed to speak to his son - to ask for an explanation before dragging him home where they could keep an eye on him.
It was still fairly early - far too early for most of the Casino's dinner patrons to be there. But those in residence would often take a late (or early) drink in the lounge. Further enquiries alerted him to the fact that Guilian was often to be found here, nursing his way through a slightly excessive amount of alcohol.
He was taken slightly aback at the sight of his son. He looked so much older, so much more worn, and almost nothing like the innocent young man he saw only a few months earlier.
"Guilian." Don came up to the chairs and spoke. "I'm glad I have found you." He said nothing else, casually seating himself opposite his son. "It seems you've forgotten to respond to your owls."