#antoniusmalfoy

[phineasablack]

July 1904 | Avoidance and Alcohol | Phineas & Antonius

After a particularly stressful encounter with his father--one that centered, as usual, around marriage and obligation--Phineas found himself at the public house Sirius and he had once before visited. As a largely Muggle establishment, there was the distinct chance he would remain anonymous, which, now more than ever, he greatly desired.

Had he not already ordered his first drink, he may have left once he saw Antonius Malfoy sitting alone at the bar. There was, if not bad blood, at least some discomfort between them. At least for Phineas. Or perhaps this was merely the discomfort of familiarity he was currently hoping to avoid at the bottom of a bottle of firewhiskey.

He had, however, already paid, and Malfoy had possibly seen him. To leave would be rude. And Phineas was, first and foremost, English.

Damn obligation...

"Mr. Malfoy," Phineas said, approaching and donning his best smile. "Pleasure to see you." Lies. "Might I join you for a bit?"

[missbulstrode]

Setting the Record Straight || Antonius & Violetta

Summer had the habit of being long and dull for Violetta (when it wasn’t awful and scary of course). But there were always bright spots, typically these came from her aunt and sometimes from Cygnus. Surprisingly there were several times during the summer that these came via the young girl’s mother. All of those times had to do with her godparents the Malfoys. The couple petted and spoiled the blonde as if she were their own child. Being constantly told she was a precious, little pureblood princess and being gifted with things a precious, little pureblood princess should have was treatment Violetta adored. Because of this she could overlook the inconvenience of having to be somewhere with her mother. Save for two, all her favourite gifts came from her godparents. Gifts weren’t the only reason she adored the Malfoys. Despite her mother telling otherwise the young girl knew that even when they finally had grandchildren they’d still feel affection for her. This was far better then any gift she’d received. Even the little porcelain ballerina that danced so prettily, who occasionally still gets brought out of it’s hiding place despite Violetta being too old for it. On second thought it was only slightly better, the doll was really darling. 

Violetta always dressed with even more care then normal when visiting with her godparents. She also liked to wear at least one thing they’d given her. This wasn’t hard as their gifts were usually the finest and prettiest things she owned. Today she was wearing the sweet little hat that had been waiting for her when she’d come home from school, it perfectly matched her pale pink dress. As expected the first part of the visit had consisted of Violetta being showered with compliments, affection, as well as a few presents. Christmas was the last time she’d seen her godmother so this took a bit longer then normal. After tea she was sent her off to explore the gardens whilst the two older ladies discussed the current gossip.

She would have liked to have heard what her godmother thought of it but eavesdropping was rude. Instead she walked round the gardens hoping that Antonius was about. Miss Boothby had found herself a far better husband then Violetta would have. At first she’d been undecided about the broom maker marrying her Antonius. The young girl had always regarded him as a brother. He was her idea of exactly what a gentleman should be. It was the blonde’s desire that her future husband act much the same way, if not exactly. Antonius was generally regarded as very handsome also. Though to the young girl he lacked something, what she did not know, but despite this she agreed he was pleasing to look on. There was no doubt that he’d be able to hire elves or poor people to make the brooms since Miss Boothby seemed set on them being hand-made. No longer having to make or sell the brooms would give the broom maker plenty of time to create new designs, between having children of course. Anything that the older lady was lacking in regards to manners Violetta could teach her without problem. As for Antonius he was getting not only a pretty wife but a clever one as well. It wouldn’t suit him to have a dull wife, he was far too intelligent for that. With ideas of marriage and babies running through her head the young girl allowed herself to skip down the garden path. She was far too overcome with happiness at all of it too walk.