[adrianvallancourt]

clementinerobards​:

“Well I certainly won’t be telling anyone,” Clem assured Adrian. “I don’t think I know anyone pretentious enough to care. Well,” - she cocked her head from side to side, - “apart from my dad, but I’m not his favourite person, so he generally doesn’t care what I have to say.” Since she was standing here, she reached out for a tub of blackberries. See? It was dangerous coming to a farm shop. “What do you need the apple for?” 

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“Ah, I know the feeling.” Francisco Vallancourt had only one opinion of anything that came out of his son’s mouth, and it was that it should have stayed in. “Have you figured out yet how not to care about what he has to say?” Adrian’s brows rose wryly. “Asking for a friend.” 

He palmed another, and added it to the basket of chartreuse apples he was growing. “My fiancé is baking a pie. She’s very picky. This is my fourth time here today.” Sadly, he doubted it would be his last. 

[adrianvallancourt]

clementinerobards​:

Clem had come for a large jar of the shop’s apple chilli jelly. Nowhere else did it as well as this place and it went great with cheese and crusty bread. She was debating whether she should stick to one jar or get two to save herself a later trip. There was danger in coming to a farm shop too often, especially when saving for school. If she would still be going back to school. She was grateful for her warring mind to be interrupted, focus pulled in on the apple, which she squinted at, albeit pointlessly. After a second she said, “I don’t know why I’m looking at it, I don’t know what chartreuse is,” she admitted. “Is that the difference between artists and ordinary people? We just see yellow and you catch all the nuance?” 

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“No, I think it’s that’s a difference between pretentious assholes and normal people.” He smiled at her, and found it came naturally. “Though as a pretentious asshole myself, it is a bit embarrassing to have to ask and not simply know.” Adrian put the apple back and selected another, one slightly lighter in shade but still not exactly what he was looking for. 

[adrianvallancourt]

islaxlucas​:

It took Isla a moment or two to realize that the question was directed at her, and the delay caused her to giggle a bit. “Oh, me?” She then cocked her head slightly to the side, examining the fruit with sincere interest before answering. “I’d say chartreuse, it’s not really yellow. More like… halfway there? And I’m not sure if I’d buy yellow apples anyway. Green, sure, but not yellow.”

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He was curious now, and frowned down at the fruit in his hand. “Why wouldn’t you buy a yellow apple?” Presumably, there was something he didn’t know about them. He hoped it wouldn’t be the same thing he hadn’t known about microwaving a raw turkey (worms).

[adrianvallancourt]

marlenethemenace​:

“Hey, what’s the price on that?”

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"It’s not for sale.” He sounded grumpier than he was as he put the finishing touches on the painting. 

[adrianvallancourt]

WHEN: 1 April 1981 WHERE: Appleby Orchard Farm Shop WHO: OPEN AVAILABILITY: 0/2

“Would you call this chartreuse,” Adrian held up a round, shiny apple, “or is it more a neon yellow in your opinion?” The dark circles beneath his eyes lied; by will or miracle he’d remained sober since the beginning of this new world. Instead the puffy eyes and those lines of dehydration that circled them like rings on a tree were thanks to his jet lag. He felt surprisingly... great. It was his first day back in the place he’d loathed to come to love. Sure, he was there on conditions. Sure, this was bound to get messy. But today? Today he had hope. 

[adrianvallancourt]

📍 35,000 feet above the Atlantic 📅 31 March 1981

@vallancourtjester: guess what?

[adrianvallancourt]

daddy’s home

What’s Adrian been up to!? 

When the Statute of Secrecy was breached, Adrian was at home in Brazil. He spent a few days on the streets pretending to be a Muggle after his home was ransacked, but in the end It was not safe for him to remain in Brazil as a recognizable Vallancourt. With some luck and Hattie’s connects he managed to buy space on a fishing boat out of the country, destination unknown.

He bounced around from several island ports until eventually arriving in Turks and Caicos where he met a filthy and rich fifty-three year old woman named Sophia Del Fonte who is many things but most importantly British. Adrian proposed to her at the end of his second week staying at the resort on her dime; he arrives back in London on April 1, 1981 under the strict condition he and Sophia Del Fonte are married in the next 90 days. 

[adrianvallancourt]

bookstorejonah​:

“What kinda bloke is this exactly— and what kinda bloke are you for that matter?” Jonah asked, alarm raised on his face. “This is a bookstore mate. Highly flammable.”

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“Hey.” Adrian stopped and held his hand out for Jonah to do the same. Dramatically, he declared: “He’s a recovering addict. Be kind. I can see that this is a tense situation for you. You work in a bookstore, my lost friend doesn’t know what an ashtray is... but questioning his morals in a time like this isn’t—” 

Crash. Bang. AHH.

Adrian grimaced uncomfortably at Jonah. “Any idea what section that might’ve come from?” He feigned innocence poorly. 

[adrianvallancourt]

bookstorejonah​:

Jonah looked at the man in alarm, was he going to need to use hand to hand combat skills? He’d been known to win a tussle or two when the need arose, but he didn’t really want to fight in the shop. If worse came to worse, Jonah was sure that if the man was as small as he was said to be, at the very least he could hoist him by the back of his shirt and deposit him outside. “Alright then, follow me.”

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“Our one saving grace is that we may smell him before we see him, as a warning.” Sparky chain-smoked, at minimum, three packs of clove cigarettes a day. “If you smell fire, run.”

[adrianvallancourt]

bookstorejonah​:

“I see,” Jonah replied, wondering exactly what this fellow might look like. “Well, we can look around if you like? Fellow that small might be missed among the stacks at first glance.”

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Adrian didn't seem convinced. "How are your hand to hand combat skills?" he wanted to know first. This was a Muggle establishment, after all. One of the few things Sparky was not was Muggle. And though it surely would have been hysterical and entertaining to send this poor bookkeep into the ring without warning, he was trying to turn over a new leaf. Trying. "Well, I'm sure it's fine. Lead the way!"

[adrianvallancourt]

bookstorejonah​:

Jonah’s brow furrowed in concern for the man. “Is there someone we can call? Should we call the coppers?” Jonah offered, he’d never faced someone worried for a missing friend, he wasn’t sure what the proper thing to do was other than offer his assistance. “Does he have any other identifiers?”

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“None that are polite enough to say,” Adrian remarked as a gaggle of giggling girls galumphed past the two men towards books of fantasy and young love. “I can only say that you would know him to see him.” 

[adrianvallancourt]

bookstorejonah​:

Oh thank god, Jonah thought to himself as the man explained he was looking for a specific man and he wasn’t trying to chat him up. “I suppose it would help if I had seen him but unfortunately no such someone has been in today. The two men were of the same height but Jonah felt certain if a man as small as the one described came in, he would certainly remember. 

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Adrian buried his fingers in the dark curls atop his head, giving a maniacal tug at the roots he found there, and a complimentary grunt. “This is bad,” he explained to the shop keep. “This is very bad.” Sparky could be anywhere. He could be getting into any kind of trouble. Flooding public toilets, jump-scaring passersby, stealing candy from a baby, copious amounts of crack. All were equally likely where Adrian’s new friend was concerned. 

[adrianvallancourt]

bookstorejonah​:

Jonah paused, as confusion filled his face— he was certainly no stranger to the odd request now and again, but this had to be a first. “I— this is a bookstore.”

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Adrian looked around as if noticing his surroundings for the first time. “So it is,” was the conclusion those glances drew. “Still. Someone looking a bit mischievous, a man of about some-such height?” Here, Adrian drew a delineation in the air mid-ribcage. “He’s a very small man. If that helps.” He hoped they would see Sparky before they heard him. If they heard him, it was too late. 

[adrianvallancourt]

bookstorejonah​:

“That’s what they tell me.” Jonah smiled even though he was being clapped at. “How can I help you?”

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“I’m looking for...” Adrian struggled for the right descriptor. Eventually he settled, albeit only for lack of something better, on the simplest way to say it: “a man.”

[adrianvallancourt]

holliehopkirk​:

When it came to food, fish was so very simple, but seafood would always be her absolute favorite. To not have it be the protein of almost every meal would be sacrilege to her parents. Limiting herself was the new normal, however. If she could keep her martini intake underhand, surely, she could keep it to only one salmon bagel and smashed avocado bagel a week. Today would be that day, because today was special. Today was brand new. Her interactions with people had also been limited recently, as Hollie had finally accepted her mind only had so much capacity some weeks. Today’s limit was one and Adrian had been admitted. 

His presence, even the goddamn topic of conversation: all were welcomed today. Because Hollie could only handle so much, it did not mean she couldn’t ever expand horizons. It was a shame the lengths she had to travel to exhaust herself enough to understand such a thing. It felt as if Adrian would understand that feeling in particular and she did not know why, but Hollie Hopkirk stuck to every gut feeling she had.

The corners of her lips curved up comfortably, “I’d never be able to speak for Hattie, but I can tell you what she told me. You’re her family.” It hurt more to know Hattie had not let him in. It’s what she wanted for her ex-girlfriend, was to open up and let somebody see how wonderful she truly was.

fin.

[bookstorejonah]

When: 23 November 1980 Where: The Bookstore Who Jonah Adams & OPEN

Things had been interesting at the shop for the last couple of weeks. For starters, it seemed like they couldn’t keep anything even remotely related to fantasy in stock — fantasy and bibles were his number one sellers at the moment and it was the strangest combination of people he had ever met in his life. 

With the uptick in sales, and therefore customers, Jonah found placing twice as many orders than he usually did which prompted him to put a help wanted sign in the window to help keep on top of things. When the bell above the door jingled, he made his way to the front, hoping for either an applicant or his latest shipment of books.

[adrianvallancourt]

Poor Jonah. He got neither, and Adrian Vallancourt instead. "Oh, good." Adrian clapped. "You work here?"

[adrianvallancourt]

theluciusmalfoy​:

“I might be traditional, but I’ve always been one to give the future a try.” Lucius dug into his jacket pocket, pulling out his own to match Adrian’s. In his palm was easy proof that Wizards continued to be superior, whether it was magic or technology. How could he pass up something like that? Even his parents had come around to the idea, seeing with their own two eyes the possibilities of such a device.

The usefulness of sending messages without an owl to intercept. “We’ll arrange a meeting when the time comes. This sort of thing is best done in person.”

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Adrian added his number to Lucius’ phone, and waited for the other wizard to do the same, realizing as he did so that one way or another his life would be forever changed for this chance encounter. The waiter came back, expertly laying the food, and Adrian added with some flippancy that had not yet been beat out of him, “Bon appetit,” before digging in.

~ Le Fin ~