Who: Sybille & Pierre
When: Easter! (This is backdated just for me to do a scenario that's important to my character.)
Where: One of the nights that she stayed at his house.
Status: Complete




Sybille's father tried giving her a lecture before he apparated her to Pierre's home in a small area outside Paris. Sybille was all sighs and frowns while they walked up to the front door of his large mansion, but she was hardly impressed at all. The whole situation wasn't making her very happy an all she could hope for was an early death by him. The black haired girl looked away from the door before her father jerked her straight so she didn't look as if she was being rude.

A quick open of the door and there stood a rather foofy-looking man with long, curly blonde hair pulled back and expensive robes. "Ah, it's been too long my friend. I don't have much time but you two can get better acquainted as I'm going to leave her here with you for the night if that's all, Pierre?" The blonde nodded and her father apparated away.

What is this...a sleep over? Sybille thought to herself before lowering her head and coming in. Pierre rested his hand against her shoulder and coaxed her to the kitchen. "My such a pretty face you are haveeng, Sybille. I have missed you from our last encounter last Christmas. What do you want to do? How is school and friends?" Pierre offered her a drink of lemonade before finally stopping for her answer.

Sybille rested her palm against her jaw and sipped the lemonade through a straw,"We both know my marks are exceptional and I am not going to be making friends, there is no point to getting close to anyone." Sybille said flatly, very unhappy. Pierre snorted out of his nose,"It is your duty to keep a social circle for your children's sake, what of them when they attend school? Are they to be outcasted such as you? You should be enjoying your teenage years." Pierre groaned.

"I'm enjoying solitude and chastity. I am not going to involve myself in relationships of any kind of personal level if I am to leave that life in a year." Sybille crossed her arms on the table.

"Why don't you just have fun like a normal, teenage girl?" Pierre asked.

"What part of me is normal? I'm a poor pureblood sold off to a rich man in a country where I don't even speak the language to live a life with a man older than my father. Then I am to be a widow in my late 20's or early 30's? As far as I'm considered my life has been stolen by those who gave it to me. I'm denied the opportunity to fall in love and to have what is considered a normal teenagehood, because I'm to be given to someone so I can be a vessel for heirs?" Sybille was now visibly upset.

"You are doing your duty to your family. It's a heavy burden, but not so that you have to be a complete socially awkward girl and refuse friendship." Pierre said sternly.

"I'm going to my room." Sybille stood up and walked away from Pierre and into her room, dropped down on her bed and sobbed until she fell asleep.