Matthew Selwyn (lost_cause) wrote in bloodburn, @ 2011-05-01 08:40:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: diana selwyn, character: eoin mcclory, character: james potter, character: matthew selwyn, location: london - soho |
Who: Eoin McClory, James Potter, and Matthew and Diana Selwyn
What: Big Brother is WATCHING YOU...whore yourself out, among OTHER THINGS!
When: Monday, 26 April 1982, evening (BACKDATED!)
Where: The streets of Soho, to segue to Diana's flat!
Rating: Say... T for TEENS at first – seeing as how there will PROBABLY DEFINITELY BE SOME SWEARING! (And also TRIGGER WARNING: incestuous THOUGHTS but no ACTION!)
Matthew Selwyn knew that he did not fit in here at all, and thus, he figured, his sister didn't, either. It was a surprise, then, to see how well she blended into the local... colour. She was almost completely unrecognisable to him, in fact; if he hadn't been searching for her face – just wandering these dangerous streets for a lark, or something of the kind – he might have overlooked her altogether!
“Di?” he murmured into her ear, and she jumped a good foot in the air.
“God, sir, you did give me a turn!” she exclaimed as soon as she saw who had frightened her so. The honorific sounded... somewhat sarcastic, but Matthew didn't pay that any heed; why should she respect or honour him, after all he'd done to her, after all!
“Di, don't, please!” he begged her quietly. “Just... shall we talk somewhere more... private, perhaps? Somewhere where you can sit down?”
“Oh, so you want me sitting, do you, sir?” Diana remarked brassily, still with the same sarcasm to the honorific. Not that Matthew minded, of course! She clearly didn't want anyone to know what he really was to her, so he decided to play along with the illusion of a customer she seemed to have devised.
“Yes, mamselle, I do want you to sit down with me...!”
“Very well, then, sir!” Diana said, a little too eagerly, though her voice still held a tinge of sarcasm on the word 'sir'. “Let's go back to my place, then! It's not too far from here!”
And so Matthew followed his sister – his sister, he had to remind himself, because she looked so terribly different from the last time he had seen her; she looked... quite comely, really! A bit on the thin side, certainly, but really quite attractive, otherwise. He shook himself, trying to rid himself of such thoughts as these – such as No wonder Papa HAD to have her that way! He was horrified to see her 'place' was a ramshackle old block of flats – indeed, he wouldn't have been surprised to learn the roof was caving in, held up only by magic! He was nervous as he stepped into the hall with Diana – glancing up, in fact, at the cracked ceiling, but thankfully, it didn't fall on them!
But if he was horrified by the appearance of the building itself, he didn't have an adjective strong enough to describe his sense of horror at the sight of her flat itself! The walls were bare brick in some areas, while papered over in others; the furniture was piled high with random books and papers. To make matters even more horrifying, his sister leaned in to kiss him as she turned around to shut the door behind them. He pulled away, disgusted with – well, himself, mostly, for enjoying THAT!
“Sorry, mon cher frère – but I had to make it LOOK convincing!” Diana smiled gamely at her brother, and smoothed his hair back from his face. “Look at you, Matty! Why, you've aged a decade in the six months since you last heard from me...!”
“Yes, well... I've aged even more than that, internally...!” Matthew offered his sister a weak smile. “I meant to say... you were right! You did the right thing!”
“Sorry, what right thing would that be?” Diana asked, her tone suddenly as cold as ice.
“Well, I mean–“
“Because if the right thing was allowing your comrades into my BED in order to save my wretched LIFE – frankly, Matthew, I'm in no mood to hear it today!”
Matthew knew he was in trouble; she rarely ever used his full Christian name – preferring the diminutive 'Matty'. “No, what I meant was – not being a Death Eater – fighting against them, in fact!”
Diana scrutinised him, and he was certain the word “GUILTY” was painted all over his countenance, for she then said, still coldly, “Why do you persist in saying they? I mean, HONESTLY, Matty, I know what you are! You think the Death Eaters don't talk? I mean, people were CONGRATULATING DOLOHOV when he was finished with me, in the Dark Lord Minister's office! Thought it was SO BLOODY WONDERFUL that he'd SHAGGED that 'stuck-up prat Selwyn's' kid SISTER!”