Cassius Vaisey (bd_vaisey) wrote in beyond_dark, @ 2008-09-13 20:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | * september 2006, - complete, cassius vaisey, marietta edgecombe, percy weasley |
RP: I can't believe this!
Date: September 13, 2006
Characters: Cass, Marietta (NPCed), Percy
Location: Marietta's home, then Percy and Cass' home.
Private/Public: Private
Rating: All ages
Warnings: NOne
Summary: Cass goes to talk to Marietta, and to figure out what's going on with her.
He wasn't sure if meeting Marietta in her home was a good idea, but when he'd written to her, it was what Marietta had suggested and he couldn't find a reason good enough to refuse. Still, he hoped it didn't mean that Aiden would be there, as he couldn't hold this conversation if the child was. Not properly. Not without running the risk of hurting the boy. It was the last thing he wanted to do, he was probably scared enough as it was, being shipped off to strangers just like that.
He arrived on time, knocking the door with some trepidation, wondering if he would be able to keep his temper in check when he saw Marietta. It didn't take long before the door was answered, by Marietta luckily enough and Cass drew a breath of relief as he realised it wasn't the boy. And as he realised he didn't hex her on the spot.
'Cass,' Marietta purred with a smile, the way she always did when she met him, the way that used to go straight to his loins before. He felt himself grow sick to his stomach from hearing it now. 'Come in, you said you wanted to see me,' she continued and Cass swallowed the bile in his throat as he stepped in behind her.
'We need to talk.' The words were simple, factual, and without emotions. He paused looking around when he entered, looking around the house for evidence of the boy. The one thing he noticed was that it didn't look like a place where Marietta would live. It looked… it looked like an old woman's home. But most importantly, he couldn't see a child, which he hoped meant that they could talk privately. 'Can we speak in private here?' he asked, just to make sure. 'Aiden…' The name still sounded strange to his ear. '...Should probably not hear this.'
Marietta smiled, nodding. 'He's outside playing in the garden,' she said happily, gesturing towards a closed door. Cass wasn't quite sure about letting a kid that age play alone without supervision in a garden, but then what did he know about kids? He kept his mouth shut and said nothing. Well nothing more than the incantation to a privacy spell or three. Better make sure the boy didn't hear, just in case. Then he turned back to face Marietta, not sure how to begin for a moment, anger welling up inside him as he thought of the questions he wanted to ask. Why now? Why not tell me six bloody years ago? How do I know it's not a trick?
He kept from asking, instead he would keep it simple, to the point. The Auror asking questions. Interrogating a suspect. It kept things easier, in control. It kept him from hexing her.
'What happened now that made you decide to tell me?' he asked calmly. It was plain and to the point, and left no room for a sudden guilty conscious.
Marietta didn't look as pleased at the question, and for a moment she said nothing. Then she put her chin stubbornly in the air and looked straight at him. 'I was not the one who left for months and months. Besides, with who you are, could you blame me? I didn't think you'd be interested. You should perhaps think of everything I've been through over these years instead. Always hiding him, not being able to raise him myself but being forced to let my mother-'
'Your mother?' Cass interrupted her with a snort. So that was whose house this was. It made him realise another thing too, Marietta had never raised this boy at all. Her mother had, and now something had happened that made that impossible. 'What happened to your mother?' he asked harshly.
'She died.' Marietta's answer was just simple as the question, but there was still stubbornness in her as she as she moved to sit down. She answered, but not willingly – and she was still trying to play him. 'As I'm sure you can understand this is quite a hard time for me,' she said, trying to sound vulnerable. Cass didn't buy the act.
'And for Aiden?' Cass asked, crossing his arms. He had no sympathy for Marietta, but he knew enough about losing a parent to have enormous sympathies for the child. After all, it seemed his grandmother had been his actual parent, rather than Marietta, and now he was being shipped off to live with strangers. He didn't wait for her answer, instead he glared at her. 'Did you even consider raising him yourself? Rather than sending him off to live with people he has never met before?'
There was a clear accusation in his voice, and Marietta stood as quickly as she'd sat down, her hands on her hips, her chin pushed forward. 'I can't take care of him!' she snapped. 'Don't you think this is hard for me? I just lost my mother! I now have to watch my son live somewhere else! You do not need to worry about the burden thoug, it's only temporary, once I'm stably married I can arra-
'The hell you will!'
The words were out of his mind before he could stop himself, but by now Cass didn't care anymore. He had tried to control himself but faced with the utter selfishness of Marietta he had the choice of yelling at her or hexing her. Somehow he didn't think it would be a good start for his relationship with Aiden if he hexed his mother.
'I won't let you ship him around like he's some kind of pet! If that boy is indeed my son, then I will take the consequences of that and take care of him. Something you should have done but didn't!' He was more or less fuming now, her carelessness angering him more than he'd expected it too. As terrified as he was of being a bad parent, of having responsibility for a child, he realised he could hardly be any worse than what Marietta was already.
Holding his tongue he simply stared at Marietta for a moment, daring her to speak up against him. She tried, she snapped, yelled at him that he was being unfair. He didn't listen, instead he simply pulled out his wand, casting a truth spell on her without asking first.
'Is he really my son?' he asked simply, his voice blank at the question. Marietta confirmed it. 'You are sure of this?' Again she answered yes.
'Will you try any tricks to keep me from taking him?' She hesitated, seemingly battling with herself.
'He's my son,' she said stubbornly.
'Mine too apparently – so will you try to hinder me from taking him or try to take him back when you feel like it?'
'He's mine! I will have him back.' She seemed annoyed with herself, angry, furious with him, though there was little she could do against the spell. Cass nodded. So legal papers would be necessary, like Percy had thought. She didn't seem to want to keep him from taking the boy though.
He lifted his wand, ready to take the spell off her, then hesitated for a moment. 'Are you involved with Rodolphus Lestrange, or in any other way tied to the Death Eaters.'
She shook her head. 'No,' she answered. 'They have good points though,' she added. Cass swallowed down the bile in his throat, tempted to tell her that her son was a half blood and wouldn’t be worth much according to the Death Eaters way of seeing things. He didn't though, but lifted the spell from her.
'I'll perform a paternity spell on him when I come to pick him up,' he said, turning his back on her and walking towards the door, then stopped as he passed the one thing that had been missing in Marietta's flat. A photo.
For a moment he just stared at it, then looked at Marietta, and the picture again. 'Is this Aiden?' he asked. Reluctantly she nodded, her eyes and stance still stubborn. Cass took the photo, barely believing his eyes, nearly laughing at the picture even as he tried to find the resemblance to himself. Oh this was… priceless.
'I'm taking this,' he said simply, putting it in the pocket of his robes as he stepped out of the house. He didn't feel the need to meet the boy yet, not when he was still so upset with Marietta. Instead he Apparated to Hogsmeade, greeting his former colleagues with a nod as he passed them at the Apparition point, heading home as fast as he could, calling out for Percy even as he stepped through the door.