RP: A visit from the black sheep Date: 1 July 2006 Characters: Guilian, Damian, Verity Location: Monty's home, Hogsmeade Private/Public: Private Rating: PG Warnings: - Summary: Guilian decides to get his visit with his brother over and done with.
Guilian was surprised to find himself in Hogsmeade much earlier than he ever expected. Tuesday, in fact.
He'd not intended to come back so soon - he was going to give the owner of the house another week to consider his offer. But he'd been told that the owner wanted to talk, and Guilian found himself back in Hogsmeade, and once again going through the house he wanted to buy.
It was only a fairly simple house - it didn't even compare to his real home back on the lake in Italy. He tried not to think about that now, knowing if he ever was going to get back there, he was either going to have to wait for his father to die, or for his father to forgive him for the decisions he'd made. He knew which one of those was going to come first.
In the end, Guilian walked out of there as the owner of a new property, but hating himself for falling for the lure of the easy way out of negotiation. A quick Imperius, and a few illusions to make the owner see the 'dry rot' and the 'rising damp' in the place, making it worth far less than Guilian's first offer. He managed to buy it for considerably less. Not one of his finer negotiations, but he had the house, and now a reason to spend more time in Hogsmeade.
The guilt was instantly there, as he thought of Gabrielle, and how disappointed she would probably be if she knew how he'd managed to seal this deal. Odd how he thought of her first, before anyone else.
But now, still trying to quell the feel of the dark magic he'd just let loose, he needed a distraction. The thought of just dropping in on Gabrielle wasn't acceptable - not like this - and that's when he remembered his brother's offer.
He had promised an owl first.
Damian,
Unexpectedly in town. I'll be there in an hour. Owl back if you aren't around, or not in the mood for visitors.
Guilian
The owl returned empty handed and he hung around the village until the time, slowly getting the lay of the small town. He needed that hour to wind down from the dark magic he'd been performing. He wasn't stupid enough to think Damian would not recognise what he'd been up to. That's if he even recognised him at all. He had changed, and he knew that it showed in his face. Every last vestige of boyish innocence was now long gone.
He headed out to the house he'd only seen once at Paracelcus Promenade. Even if he'd never been there before he would have undoubtedly guessed which of the large houses belonged to a Montague - it had his brother's, and Verity's tastes written all over it.
He hesitated only for a second before knocking, waiting for an elf to arrive and show him in. Surely it would have been easier to stay away, but perhaps his brother would see him, and tell him to keep away. That would be far, far easier.