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Hyperion Montgomery (adaurorble) wrote in finnigans_rpg,
@ 2014-10-23 20:44:00

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character: hyperion montgomery, character: pandora montgomery

RP: G-L-A-M-O-R-O-U-S
Who: Hyperion and Pandora (Glamoured)

What: Hyperion picking up a jewellery box for Susan

Where: Inside and Out, Monument Alley

When: Thursday, 23rd of October, Afternoon

Rating: NSFW for Language. They're Scottish okay.

Hyperion muttered to himself irritably as he strode down Monument Alley, his long legs kicking out in front of himself. Susan bloody Bones and her perfectly reasonable requests and sweet smiles always inevitably led to him doing something he didn't want to do: like giving a deposition to the Council of Magical Law, or going into a room filled with yodelling cultists first, or going to his Aunt's charms shop to pick up a bloody jewellery box when there was a chance that he could run into his bloody sister - something neither of them particularly wanted. Sighing, he stopped and looked at the shop for a moment, still trying to decide whether Susan's well known penchant for meddling was at play here. "You're a fucking Auror, Hyperion," he muttered to himself with great irritation and walked through the door.

"Hello," he called in a polite but persistent voice. "Is anyone here? Aunt Medea maybe?"

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adaurorble
2014-10-27 03:58 am UTC (link)

Hyperion nodded neutrally. "Thank you, my apologies to yours as well," he replied, slightly touched at the genuine sympathy in her voice. It was nice to meet someone who seemed to be both perceptive and intelligent. It almost reminded him of Panda, which only further watered the seed of the idea that perhaps he was talking to her, under two glamours, not just one.

"Aye, he was a tricky bugger," he replied with a tight smile. "He'd been sneaking into Muggle department stores and cursing the cutlery so it tried to kill anyone who used it. Two people had to be transported to St Mungos."

He looked at her for a long moment, wishing he could convey with his eyes how sorry he was for some of his colleagues. "Yes, well some of my colleagues are idiots," he replied just as bluntly. "I have no love for the Dark Arts or Death Eaters, but even I understand that some circumstances were difficult and that the intent of the magic has a lot to do with whether or not it's dark. You can levitate someone off a cliff, but that doesn't mean that wingardium leviosa is viewed as dark." He paused, slightly embarrassed by his candor - particularly if it was actually Pandora to whom he was speaking. "Thank you though, I greatly appreciate it."

He sighed and nodded. "Shall I pay now then," he asked, patting around in his pockets for his wallet.

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pandacharms
2014-10-27 04:51 am UTC (link)

She nodded, accepting the apology as gracefully as she knew how in part because it was likely the only one she'd get out of him.

Pandora snorted. She couldn't help it. "I just can't get past it being the cutlery," she confessed. "It really is awful, what happened, but the image of a spoon menacing someone..." like something out of a book, honestly. At least Macnair had a sense of humor, dark though it might be. "I do hope they're all right, though."

Pain stabbed her and she bit her tongue at his words hard enough to taste blood. No love for Death Eaters. For a moment that was all she could hear. It made her want to cry, and she wasn't one who cried often and so rarely in front of others. Hyperion had seen her cry before, of course, but she'd not give him thr pleasure of it now if she could help it. "Intent means a lot," she agreed quietly. Her intent had always been to save her family. He'd probably never know she'd kept the worst of the Death Eaters from him at times.

"Certainly," she said. "Just let me calculate that out and we'll get it processed. If you want the same type of jacket, I'll go ahead and put the order in. Both the trunk and the jacket should be ready for pick up next week, so don't get fall off any more buildings until after that, yes?" She tabulated with the quill in her left hanf, poking her wand at the catalog with her right. She read him out a sum and then added, "If you want anything extra beyond what we talked about, just ask and we can add to the bill. This also doesn't include the peacock - it'll have to wait til it's been looked at."

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adaurorble
2014-10-27 04:45 pm UTC (link)

Hyperion quirked an eyebrow at her, the ghost of a smile at his lips. "Oh aye, I'll grant you that it's slightly amusing in terms of the items he used," he replied with a nod, before dropping his face into a more sombre expression. "They expect the little girl whose throat was nearly torn out by a steak knife to make a full recovery. I mean, she'll have trauma but the Obliviators will hopefully be able to fix some of that."

The woman bit her tongue for a moment as pain flooded her eyes at his sentence, further confirming to Hyperion that he was probably talking to his sister. He went blank for a moment, wondering how on earth they were having a rational and normal conversation. "I may be stuck in my mother's black and white worldview, but even I know that there are shades of grey, and not everyone had a complete choice in their actions - even if it doesn't quite excuse them," he said with a nod. "An Auror who kills or maims unnecessarily is just as bad as a dark witch or wizard - more so even, because the law will protect them."

He nodded as she began to tally up the cost. "I think the same type of jacket yes, something mildly fashionable that I can wear in Muggle and Magical London, aye," he said with a smile, hoping the woman - his sister - wouldn't think him too vain. "I'll pick them up next week, or have Susan do it for me since she made me get her stuff." He looked around for a moment, trying to think of something to add to the list that would prolong the conversation. "I was just hit with the possibility of maybe getting a pensieve," he added, scratching his chin thoughtfully. "Also a new watch and a razor that never dulls. What do you think?"

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pandacharms
2014-10-27 09:46 pm UTC (link)

She sombered too, feeling a harsh pang of sympathy for the girl alongside a fierce anger that a child had been harmed. "Too bad you couldn't send him off the roof," she said bluntly. "Obliviators never get everything." Not with trauma anyway. An idea struck her but she filed if away for later thought.

Dora had to content herself with a nod and a short comment; anymore and she'd end up arguing with him, and she really didn't want to right now. She wanted one fucking memory of them post Azkaban that wasn't full of hard words. "There's more grey in thr world than many think," she said and shrugged before moving the conversation on.

Her lips quirked faintly - even fondly - behind a fall of red hair. Fashionable. Some things never changed. It was an oddly comforting thought. "We'll send an owl as each item is finished,"she informed him.

Dora leaned against the counter, not in any hurry to rush him out despite the turmoil within her that wanted to roil out of her in a lash of magic. It had been SO long. "Those all sound practical and doable," she said. "Pensieves are generally made to order, but we stock the razors. Watches depend precisely on what you want and what you want them to do."

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adaurorble
2014-10-28 12:00 pm UTC (link)

Hyperion shook his head sadly, thinking of how frightened the girl's parents had been when the child had been rushed into the hospital, and how delighted Macnair had been at the fact that he'd injured someone. "I don't kill people if I don't have to," he said firmly. "Even if I want to sometimes."

He smiled at her and nodded - she wasn't even trying to disguise who she was at this point obviously. But he also wanted to show that he could be civil and friendly, even if she didn't know that he knew who she was. For a moment he nearly broke down and told her, the labyrinthine nature of the exchange reminding him uncomfortably of their father. "We can know only that we know nothing. And that is the highest degree of human wisdom," he replied with a smile, wondering if she'd pick up on the Tolstoy quote.

"Thank you," he replied, flashing her a dazzling smile. He was fairly certain he caught the whiff of a genuine smile of her lips, and felt quite smug as a result. If he could make her smile then maybe, just maybe she wasn't as irredeemable as their mother would have him and his siblings believe.

He nodded thoughtfully at her words, finding that he was thoroughly enjoying the situation. "My grandfather has a pensieve in his house, and I was thinking of one similar to that? I can do the rune work myself if it's easier, but otherwise I can owl a drawing along?" He nodded thoughtfully about the razor and then grinned impishly. "I was thinking taking a normal muggle Rolex and charming it so it can show normal Muggle time, but also constellatory time. What do you think?"

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pandacharms
2014-10-28 12:27 pm UTC (link)

And that was where they differed – probably where they had always differed a bit. She’d inherited a part of the Lestrange legacy he hadn’t, and she hated it. She had the feeling, looking back, that her mother was like her in that fashion, tightly leashed and directed with any horrid urges. Or maybe not. Maybe she was simply twisted and wrong. But there had always been people like her, who could work for the good as well as bad. “As much as I’d advocate second chances, there are a few irredeemable people around,” she said. Like Greyback. She’d never once regretted slitting his throat as he lay unconscious.

Dora suspected he knew, but she went along with the pretense anyway. The pretense was probably all that kept them from arguing it out. So she hid in it, so she could at least be this close to him and not want to throttle him because he was being so stupid and one-dimensional about something that was so complicated. She sighed to herself before she got worked up and ruined the whole thing. “Tolstoy,” she said with a nod. She peered up at him through her lashes, the words on the tip of her tongue before she bit them back – that maybe he’d do well to think he knew nothing of what had really happened.

She faintly remembered the pensieve in question. But she’d not seen it in over seven years, so she couldn’t bring the specifics directly to mind. “I can do the rune work. Got my mastery in runic warding month or so ago,” she said quietly. “Filius had me do a tiny pensieve before achieving my mastery as well. But a detailed drawing would be good,” she said. And also a piece of her past.

She rested her chin on her fist, pondering. “Well, the shop doesn’t have a provider for such things, but certainly one could be procured.” She tugged an earlobe thoughtfully, a habit she’d only picked up since most of the rest of her hearing had gone. She’d have to ask Rich to help her buy such a nice thing – she recognized the name even if she couldn’t identify it right off. “But the charms could certainly be done, once obtained. I’ve seen a pocket watch done similarly before.” Even now though it was habit to keep from saying she’d done anything, like admitting to it would spoil everything.

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adaurorble
2014-10-28 02:04 pm UTC (link)

"Oh aye," Hyperion asked, genuinely interested in her view. Whatever things she'd done, she'd spent the time in Azkaban to atone for them, and maybe some of the Hufflepuffian rhetoric that Susan bathed him in was beginning to sink in. "Some people, I suppose," he admitted. "But as Susan so often tells me, most people deserve a second chance. I need to learn to give them to more people."

He nodded and smiled, absolutely sure it was her now. "It's nice to see you like your Tolstoy, although working for my aunt I wouldn't be surprised if it were mandatory."

"I figured it might be hard, but I've got this," he said, pulling a watch out of one of his pockets. "I've been thinking of getting it enchanted for a while now. Mostly because it irritates my mother when I wear it." He passed the watch to her and then watched her pull at her earlobe, wondering exactly how much worse her hearing was now than it had been seven years ago. He nodded, understanding her side of the game. "Of course, well I'll just grab the new invoice."

He took the bill she gave him and handed over a stack of galleons, putting the bill safely in his inner pocket where he felt a well worn shape. For a moment he stood there, lost in thought. Then he took the wooden king piece out of his pocket and smiled at his sister. "You know Pandora, I take it," he asked casually putting the king piece on the counter. "Can you give this to her for me? Tell her Peri is happy she has a good job?"

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pandacharms
2014-10-28 09:23 pm UTC (link)

"Most people do, yes," she agreed quietly. She wished he would give her a second chance, but she honestly didn't expect it after so many years at this point. There was no use getting her hopes up. They probably would always be up, just a bit, and thus always hurt a bit as well. But she was used to pain, and someday her family cutting her off would probably cease to hurt as much.

Her lips quirked faintly. "She is quite the taskmaster," she said, though it was an understatement. Though Medea had never been her favorite aunt, she'd gotten quite petty and mean with Pandora since she'd started working for the shop. Her duty, Medea said. Dora, not wanting ot give up her remaining family, suffered it quietly.

"Cha! Pretty," Dora said, taking it and bringing it closer to look at. It really was. Not for the first time, she did give Muggles that -- they did make some nice stuff along with some of the crap she'd seen. "That'll save a trip, yes." She was relieved, in part; it wasn't that she disliked muggles or the muggle world, except on occasional reflex, but she felt incredibly uncomfortable out there, especially with hiding her magic, which she used like she breathed and had never had to suppress before. She raised a brow and looked at him over the watch. "Irritates her, huh?" So maybe everything wasn't perfect back home. Well, Phillip had said as much a few times, though it was hard to believe when you yourself were miserable all alone.

Dora dropped the money into the money box under the counter, pulling out some change and completing the transaction matter-of-factly. She wondered if he'd come in again, after everything was complete. Probably not. She wanted to make this linger even further, but knew it would be stretching it. She looked at him warily as he spoke her name, prepared to have everything go bad all the sudden. His words instead made her freeze where she stood, something that rarely ever happened to her.

She looked at the chess piece as if it were a snake preparing to bite her. She wasn't that fond of snakes these days, despite her house -- Nagini did that to a fair amount of people. Her eyes darted back to him and then to the piece again, and she wondered what game he was playing, giving her this. Shocked, to be honest, that he still had this, and on him, after so many years. Maybe he still did care, at least a little. Her hand darted out and she grabbed it, fingers curling around it tightly like she thought he might take it from her again. The speed hid the fact that her hand was trembling slightly. "I'd be happy to," she said as evenly as she could manage. "I'm sure she'll be pleased to hear it."

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