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Kristoffer Silfvergård. 28. Potioneer. Pureblood. Petra Ailbe Devlin Bordeaux. 24. Auror. Pureblood. Tommy Rosenfeld. 23. Healer. No-maj-born.

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any other given time she would have refused his embrace. she would have shoved him aside, demand explanations but so much had been the worry of losing him, that she could not help but linger, despite being angered by his actions. forehead rested against his chest, brows furrowed as she tried her hardest not to tear up right there and then. “ you mustn’t do that ever again. ” he did not know the anxiety that he placed upon her, the worry that ate away at her body and mind throughout the past few days. 

she both despised and cared for him, at that very moment. her mind was not able to decide on which to focus, for it was all too much. she did not even want to ask, what it was that he did or where exactly he had been. although, part of her was curious. they were not all too different from her parents, secrets kept even among themselves, all for the safety of everyone involved. “ i despise you. ” she repeated once again.

He wished he could say with full confidence that he wouldn’t do it again, but what she asked for, he could not promise. He only stayed in their embrace, and by now he was sure that though he had said nothing, she would understand. She always did, and though things now were perhaps even more complicated than ever, the simple truth was that he did what he did for them.

“I know.” Hand reached to tuck a stray lock of hair behind her ear. The harsh words would not faze him for he knew it was a reaction, and he knew he had some making up to do, at least to appease her. “But I love you.” He pressed a kiss on her forehead. “And our little Niels.”

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porcelain cheeks accentuated with a hint of bright red, upon hearing such statement. she tried her best to seem nonchalant, to seem like such words did not fluster every inch of her being. but truthfully, victoire had never been one to perfect her lies. her features made it all too unchallenging for anyone to figure out whether she lied or not ––– even as a child, her face would always betray her. this was perhaps the case in this particular situation. “ you would lend me your bed ? then, where is it that you would sleep ? ” the question in her mind had sounded innocent enough, though she was not quite sure it could be perceived that way.

She was amused by the other’s question, brows raising slightly, for truly, Victoire had made it too easy, as if she was handing opportunity after opportunity to Amarantha without realizing it — or if she was aware, then perhaps the woman was not as innocent as she looked. Amarantha liked to tease. If anything, she’d become an expert at it over the years, and she let a small chuckle spill from her lips. “Wherever you want me to. There are other rooms in this place, I have a perfectly comfortable sofa here… Countless possibilities, really, with enough creativity.”

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days and night, she had spent in complete darkness. oblivious of her husband’s whereabouts, of her husband’s current state. many thoughts swirled deep in her mind, thoughts that certainly did not calm her at night. she had thought him to be dead, long gone. she knew that facing whatever it was, that was behind these terrible happenings, that it’d be no good. but she knew, just as the room got less colder, that he returned back home. it was not only the sudden change in the atmosphere of their home, but the faint whispers of his very own thoughts that crept between the walls. her baby, she placed down on the crib before hurrying down the steps of their home. her steps frantic, clear urgency behind them. 

she saw him, and a mixture of emotions washed over her. she was both overjoyed, and angry. it was difficult to settle on one emotion, for she wanted to both scream at him and hug him. she was at lost for words, so her first instinct had been to embrace him in her arms, the second well –– a clear slap in the face. “ i hate you so very much ! ”

Of course the possibility of his wife being asleep was near non-existent. He heard the rush in her footsteps before she had appeared. How could he not, when the rest of the house was silent? There was always a particular weight in her steps that he noticed whenever they reunited after he’d decided to do something without prior notice. He sighed, allowing himself to rest on the sofa until the last second, only standing up when she was close enough to see him. He met her eyes, hoping she’d find an explanation in his. He didn’t mean to make her worry. It was just better this way. 

He took her in his arms as she came in for an embrace, though the pleasantness of their reunion had been short-lived as he felt the slap on his face. He stayed silent, giving pause. He was tired, and he would’ve been angry, but perhaps he did deserve it. Perhaps a little bit. His face still stung but he was unfazed by her exclamation, only reaching back to embrace her once more, bringing her head to his chest, as if in consolation. “It’s alright, Lottie. We’re alright.”

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He knew he’d be in for it as he crept quietly into their home. He wasn’t supposed to be gone this long. A day of tailing and being tailed had led him into dangerous waters, but such was already foreseen — Kristoffer hadn’t gone into battle unprepared. Negotiations simply took longer than expected, a couple of days passed where he was off the map, but he believed the arrangement he had entered would keep Lottie and Niels safe, which was the whole point of it all besides the incentive of additional profits. His steps he kept quiet as he crossed their living room, tired limbs longing for just a minute’s rest on the sofa. He hoped that the rest of the house was sound asleep.

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“ ah, i see. ” to be fair, the woman before her did seem a bit on the younger side. such preoccupations were not for everyone, she supposed. in all truth she would have waited, as well, if she had pursued other dreams. “ well, to me it is wonderful. my little one is one of the things that make me the happiest, truly. it is a bit demanding at times, but nothing too out of the ordinary. ”

“Besides, I’d have to find someone who’d be with me first,” she joked, though the statement was, in part, true. She wasn’t completely inexperienced when it came to relationships, but she hasn’t been romantically involved with anyone in a while. She listened as the woman elaborated. For a moment, she thought about her birth mother, a mother who’d found it in her to abandon her, though Petra shrugged it off right away, not wanting to get into a bitter mood. It wasn’t as if she was eager to see her anyway. She was grateful to the Bordeaux for having taken her in. “Your little one is lucky to have such a loving mother,” she said, a small smile on her face.

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it was clear she was still a bit hesitant, even as she made her way to the sofa there was a little voice that rang deep within her mind, trying to convince her to leave. however, she sat, a clear display that perhaps her most stubborn side overpowered the rest. the fire that emanated from the chimney brought much needed warmth, though it briefly reminded her of the happenings they’d witnessed. “ really, is it too much bother for me to stay the night ? i - um do not want to invade your space or anything. ” though, the thought of returning home in such night did seem slightly insane. it was certainly not safe out there.

Amarantha took the seat opposite her, studying Victoire through lowered lashes, gaze lingering just a moment. Perhaps it was the way the fire lit her face, how shadows danced along her skin yet at the same time seemed to accentuate the features that made her face interesting. A small hum came from Amarantha’s lips at the other’s words. “Not at all. Consider my bed yours for the night.” She was aware of the possible ways her statement could be interpreted, but maybe curiosity did play a part in why she said it in the first place. She left Victoire with no other explanation, raising her glass to her lips before taking a sip of her bourbon.

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“ not tonight, not tomorrow. ” and she only wished never. but such words she did not say out loud, knowing it was of no use. her husband would do as he pleased, she knew him far too well to know that his impulses would always most certainly win. a delicate hand she placed on his shoulder, as she stepped towards him, inching closer. forehead was placed against his, eyes closing for a slight moment. “ please. ”

He closed his eyes as she did hers. Of course she would catch the loophole in his words. His wife was a smart woman. She most likely knew what he would be up to, some would argue maybe even before he knew it himself. A moment of silence passed before he drew in a deep breath. “Not tonight, not tomorrow,” he repeated. “That is a promise.” Perhaps the most he could, in their situation.

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“because  you  are  not  that  kind  of  woman,  amarantha”  he  said  and  there  was  tease  even  at  the  end  of  his  very  last  syllable  as  her  name  rolled  past  his  lips.  he  watched  her,  eyes  never  letting  her  go  even  as  he  took  a  sip  from  his  own  glass.  pondering  about  the  question  for  a  second,  he  let  silence  fill  the  room  (never  had  been  one  to  let  hums  or  other  vocalisation  to  occupy  where  quiet  could  lay  in).  “ ––  and  if  i  did  hear  something,  what’s  in  it  for  me  to  share  with  you?”

She smirked. No, she wasn’t. A hello was never just a hello, not when it involved more effort than a single polite greeting brought about by chance. She may have gone about things sometimes in ways people would find confusing to unravel, but Pavel understood. When it was just the two of them in the room, such an affinity was even more apparent. “Something tells me you already have a request in mind.”

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wine or bourbon. such question should have not been so difficult to answer, but with a foggy mind even the simplest of tasks could be compromised. she could not control how fast her heart stammered against her chest, nor the tingling feeling she felt across her body. “ i am not bothered by either. please, whichever would be just fine. ” though deep inside she knew bourbon would have a heavier effect on her and perhaps that was just what she needed at the moment. “ i - i well think it looks fantastic, cozy… ”

“No preference, really?” she asked, though she turns back to the glasses, pouring the both of them some bourbon. It wasn’t that she was trying to get the woman drunk, but she decided the night called for a heavier drink. Making her way towards Victoire, she handed her one of the glasses, a subtle grin just playing on her lips. “Cozy is a good word for it. Perhaps you’ve said it too soon. Please,” she said, gesturing towards the sofa in front of the fire. “You can take a seat.”

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“ i - i don’t know. ” she truly did not know how to act upon. it was conflicting, all on itself. it irked every inch of her mind, as she tried to think beyond all of this, but it was certainly impossible. it was clear her husband’s question bothered her, for one could see the hint of a frown, her lips now drawn into a tight line. and for a slight moment, she even came to look a bit ill, perhaps overwhelmed by it all. “ i just wish none of this was happening. ”

The answer was unsatisfying, but somehow expected. No one really knew what to do, not even him, and he tried to keep his expression still, not wanting to place that kind of pressure on his wife. She was already bothered, he could tell, and he let out a sigh, glancing momentarily at the wall behind her. “I know.” A pause. “Well, tonight we don’t have to do anything,” he said, hoping it would reassure her somehow, though ideas still brewed at the back of his mind.

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she knew, how volatile it could all become ––– just like the flames they so witnessed a few nights back. but for her husband, to dig into uncharted waters did not seem like the most bright idea, if anything it terrified her. even when his words did make sense, it sort of felt like they sought trouble. trouble that, for now, seemed oblivious of them. “ please kristoffer, we should not. even despite being blinded by what occurs, i feel that seeking answers may not be the best. ”

He usually trusted her judgment — he always believed that his wife had good intuition — but somehow staying in the dark about matters always had a way of leaving him ill at ease. He liked being at least ten steps ahead of everyone else as much as possible, and he wondered whether it was truly safer, taking the chance of not knowing better. “Then what do you suggest we do? Nothing?” The question wasn’t meant to sound hostile in any way for they were very much on the same side, but Kristoffer was worried, needing to know how he could make things better for his wife and his child.

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“ i suppose that could be it. ” this was the longest conversation of the day, no doubt, and only a few had been exchanged. but it was the first time, someone took the time to actually build one, which was a kind and pleasant change. and more after the rather grim news surrounding their city. the rather chubby baby seemed to blank stare at the ceiling, though with each passing second he seemed to go from being awake to fighting sleep, for his round eyes closed from time to time. “ do you have children of your own ? ”

She smiled. Initially, she thought she’d just be conducting business as usual, asking questions, observing the place, Petra always having been focused on work, though the conversation with the woman proved to be rather pleasant. Maybe there was no harm in deviating from her plan, if only for a bit. She shook her head in response to the woman’s question. “Oh no. Perhaps someday.” Being an auror has kept her busy. She couldn’t imagine having a child just yet, even if she’s seen some of her peers having families of their own. “What’s it like, being a mother?”

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such words she believed, even more so when he held their son in his arms. yet, such words would not come to ail her, not right away. not when she knew those words also meant he could get in trouble, if he ever got to unveil something far beyond their reach. and nowadays, the mistakes of a husband could land on his entire family, regardless of how innocent or not others were. “ you do not have to seek out trouble… ” she started. the thought in itself would worry her no doubt. 

He knew the risks. Where such incidents occurred — orchestrated explosions, people gone missing — it was difficult to think that there would be anything positive to come out of it. If anything, he would only be inching closer towards danger. Yet, was such not the world their families had been steeped in for generations? Kristoffer was not invincible, he knew, but he was no novice in such situations. He still very much believed in his capacity to look after his own. Such a responsibility seemed especially significant while he held his son in his arms and watched his wife’s worried expression. “I’d rather we find it first and deal with it before it finds us and we’re left with fewer options.”

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eyes wandered, as expected. ever so curious about her hostess’ abode. her purse was hesitantly placed over the nearest wooden table, an action that denoted she would not be leaving the premises after all. “ a - a drink would be alright. ” perhaps a drink would help ail the nervousness she felt deep inside. she still worried about what happened outside, though she was hesitant as well, to be in the other’s apartment ––– not for the fact of what lay below it, but because the woman herself made her feel such way. 

“Wine or bourbon?” she asked, looking at her two choices before glancing over at Victoire, eyes expectant, as if her answer would say more than it did. Something always seemed to linger behind her gaze, but who really knew, with Amarantha? She noticed that the other had placed her purse down — a decision made, one to her satisfaction, if she had to admit. Perhaps it wasn’t completely right to be enjoying anything while chaos ensued outside, but if she had been such an upstanding individual in the first place, she wouldn’t be here. “I’m working on making a few more personal touches,” she said, referring to her apartment decor. “What do you think?”

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she glanced up from her work, taking in detail the newcomer, who she only saw for the first time. she seemed familiar, but not enough to place a name on her. “ he indeed is, though i must confess he looks more like his father , he does not resembles me very much. ” the softest of laughs escaped her lips, it was true –– it was the first thought that ran through her mind upon meeting him for the first time. “ he is keeping me company, for the time being. ” truth was, she could not fathom leaving him out of sight. 

“How precious,” she remarked, having a soft spot for such innocence, though she knew, in the back of her mind — or at the very least, she had guesses — as to why the woman kept the child in such close proximity, given recent events. Petra thinks she’s seen the woman’s husband in the papers a while back, when they were opening up the shop, and she could see what she was saying. “I do still see the resemblance between the two of you though. Your noses, I think.” She hoped she got it right, not wanting to offend the mother.

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“Such a shame, those children,” she said quietly. It was the first time she had spoke of the incident. 

All the while she had been enjoying herself, and when the lights had gone out she thought not of the danger but instead had expressed her annoyance and discomfort. The guilt nagged at her now, although a small part of her insisted, ‘Well, I couldn’t have known!’

“I can’t imagine how those families must be feeling. Truly, how despicable those responsible are.”

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He didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but he couldn’t help but overhear the woman, head turning as he tried to spot the source of the voice. Tommy recognized her, the lady who had talked to him in the shop days ago. He never really did get her name. “I hope they’re alright,” he said, even if it was easier at this point to doubt that they were. “Is it too much to hope that they’d all be found?”

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“I like it when the worlds quiet.”  he murmured out loud to no one in particular rat the presence visions of a love lost clouded his mind’s eye. and despite the despair of inflicting such a pure heart as hers – there is a bitter tone to his thoughts – reflecting no regret. he had to do what he had to. 

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“Do you?” Kristoffer asks as he approaches from behind him, though the question itself had been said as though it were a statement. He lit a cigarette, glancing towards the other before he spoke again. “You look like you are plagued with heavy thoughts.”