15 Aug 2022, 10:49
Unexpected Revelations
There were two means for the adolescent witch to get around: Flight or teleportation. With the handy skill of apparition, there wasn't a rush to get her school supplies for her sixth year, even if summer camp was still ongoing. Just to grab a few more supplies, something to eat, and she would be on her way back in an instant with a wave of her wand.
Aurelia arrived looking in her mid-twenties, a change of appearance under the effects of the coat of sneak to age her features subtly. Curiosity had led her down knock turn alley, one could say she fit right in with her own presence almost as eerie as the dark antique objects. They were interesting, but common sense would deter her from spending a coin, instead turning back and headed towards the shops she came here for in the first place.
Flourish and blotts, the welcoming smell of books and parchment paper greeted her as she entered. Shortly found the required textbooks for the year and tossed them into her shopping cauldron. For a moment, she'd find a few more unrelated books that interest her, stopping a while to flip the pages over for a quick look through. Unconcerned over the pair entering the vicinity until her attention was summoned with her call of a name.
"Estelle?" Despite that not being her name, it would effectively draw her eyes from the book and onto the man. Middle-aged, dark brunette and blue eyes, standing stiffly, a distance of a bookshelf away. His appearance still remained unfamiliar. "Aurelia. You must have confused me with someone else." the Gryffindor replied with a smile curt and a shake of her head. Very likely the coat of sneak was to blame for the confusion.
Yet the man stood, mouth gawking and lips twitching as if about to make of a word to say. This man was confounded indeed. A moment made awkward and uncomfortable with silence prolonged and that instigated a raise of an eyebrow and a tilt of her head in a wordless question. "I- Yas, I must have been mistaken, my apologies, Est- Miss Aurelia." The man finally muttered before clearing his throat with a hand now fumbling into his pocket. There was a tense air of awkwardness between them. Whatever it was, something about this man, or to ease the unexpected awkwardness of the situation, it gave Aurelia the impulse to add, "Estelle is my Mother's name."
"Notresvace?" Without leaving a breath of a second, the man had asked with the name pronounced so fluently. While there were more shocking aspects, Aurelia was taken aback just by the mere recognition of her old French-italian family name. For a fact, Aurelia looked more mature at the age of 26 instead of 16, her appearance altered by the levy magic of the coat that hung on her shoulders. The Notresvace Heir sees a few visuals of her birth mother in paintings and moving photographs, while Aurelia wouldn't consider so herself, she did take on many of her features.
This acknowledgment didn't make this interaction any less uneasy. Much less clueless on how to handle such a situation. Who was this strange, awkward man?. Yet growing her own interest and curiosity. So she gave a quiet nod, "Yes, Estelle Notresvace. How do you know her?"
The man stepped forward abruptly with a hand extended, "Albert Hawkins." He introduced. Closing the book that occupied both her hands, she would set it back on the shelf before accepting the gesture. "Estelle knew me as Albert Nithercott... or... Another awkward pause, the man's brows furrowing slightly, "Where is she?" At that point, dumbfounded and at a loss of words, Aurelia's mouth hung agape. Estelle Notresvace had been dead for 15 years.
Aurelia arrived looking in her mid-twenties, a change of appearance under the effects of the coat of sneak to age her features subtly. Curiosity had led her down knock turn alley, one could say she fit right in with her own presence almost as eerie as the dark antique objects. They were interesting, but common sense would deter her from spending a coin, instead turning back and headed towards the shops she came here for in the first place.
Flourish and blotts, the welcoming smell of books and parchment paper greeted her as she entered. Shortly found the required textbooks for the year and tossed them into her shopping cauldron. For a moment, she'd find a few more unrelated books that interest her, stopping a while to flip the pages over for a quick look through. Unconcerned over the pair entering the vicinity until her attention was summoned with her call of a name.
"Estelle?" Despite that not being her name, it would effectively draw her eyes from the book and onto the man. Middle-aged, dark brunette and blue eyes, standing stiffly, a distance of a bookshelf away. His appearance still remained unfamiliar. "Aurelia. You must have confused me with someone else." the Gryffindor replied with a smile curt and a shake of her head. Very likely the coat of sneak was to blame for the confusion.
Yet the man stood, mouth gawking and lips twitching as if about to make of a word to say. This man was confounded indeed. A moment made awkward and uncomfortable with silence prolonged and that instigated a raise of an eyebrow and a tilt of her head in a wordless question. "I- Yas, I must have been mistaken, my apologies, Est- Miss Aurelia." The man finally muttered before clearing his throat with a hand now fumbling into his pocket. There was a tense air of awkwardness between them. Whatever it was, something about this man, or to ease the unexpected awkwardness of the situation, it gave Aurelia the impulse to add, "Estelle is my Mother's name."
"Notresvace?" Without leaving a breath of a second, the man had asked with the name pronounced so fluently. While there were more shocking aspects, Aurelia was taken aback just by the mere recognition of her old French-italian family name. For a fact, Aurelia looked more mature at the age of 26 instead of 16, her appearance altered by the levy magic of the coat that hung on her shoulders. The Notresvace Heir sees a few visuals of her birth mother in paintings and moving photographs, while Aurelia wouldn't consider so herself, she did take on many of her features.
This acknowledgment didn't make this interaction any less uneasy. Much less clueless on how to handle such a situation. Who was this strange, awkward man?. Yet growing her own interest and curiosity. So she gave a quiet nod, "Yes, Estelle Notresvace. How do you know her?"
The man stepped forward abruptly with a hand extended, "Albert Hawkins." He introduced. Closing the book that occupied both her hands, she would set it back on the shelf before accepting the gesture. "Estelle knew me as Albert Nithercott... or... Another awkward pause, the man's brows furrowing slightly, "Where is she?" At that point, dumbfounded and at a loss of words, Aurelia's mouth hung agape. Estelle Notresvace had been dead for 15 years.
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“One can never be too careful,” STM — 5 | EVA — 19 | STR — 5 | WSD — 12 | ARC — 5 | ACC — 9 |
Lovely Creature — Evasive Manoeuvres — Monster Hunter — Terrible Presence
28 Aug 2022, 08:20
Unexpected Revelations
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So here she was. Standing in Flourish and Blotts, trying to find the books that were required, shrugging off her stepdad's commentary and suggestions.
She hardly paid any heed to the dark haired girl who stood on the edge of their little bubble.
Until Albert opened his mouth to speak. "Estelle?" Maggie looked up, brows furrowed at the sight of the girl. She observed her a bit closer, brows pinched. Maggie had seen this girl around school. Some long, complicated, convoluted name that she couldn't particularly recall. She did know that Estelle wasn't even in the ballpark, though.
Another thing that Maggie was painfully aware of was the fact that her stepfather wasn't paying any attention to her. He seemed to forget who he had come to spend time with. They had left to go shopping under the pretense of Albert wanting 'bonding time', but it looked like that was false, now.
For a few moments, though, Maggie just listened. Uncharacteristically silent, listening in on the conversation that was happening just feet away from her. Looking through the books on the shelves, Maggie listened with increasing interest. Notresvace? How did Albert know this girl? Who was Estelle? Why was he bothering random girls in Flourish and Blotts?
Maggie decided to step up. "Um, Da--Albert. Who... is that?" She glanced at Aurelia apologetically, shrugging and looking from her stepdad to the sixth-year and back again. "Sorry, who are you? Me and my stepdad are trying to do school shopping."
The girl felt almost protective about it. This was her time with her stepfather, not Aurelia's.─────────────────────────── ⋆★⋆ ───────────────────────────@Aurelia Notresvace
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23 Sep 2022, 07:57
Unexpected Revelations
This interaction had caught her off guard so much so, Aurelia found herself speechless. What was she to tell this strange man enquiring about her birth mother - who she knew as little of? "Estelle, my mother..." She trailed, mind racing in a panic trying to find her words. Was she to tell him the truth? That Estelle Notresvace had been dead for more than 15 years - this man was clearly under the presumption that the French woman was alive. This man had a rich English accent, without a trace of French.
There were many questions, but one almost disturbing realisation nagged at the back of her mind. Could it be? In the Notresvace family records, marriages were often arranged just like her own betrothal but it was unlikely that Estelle Notresvace had been betrothed during such a precarious time of her youth. So whoever her biological father was, Aurelia had little to no idea. This was a predicament.
Thoughts ran for a moment before they were interrupted by the pitched voice of a young girl. Brown hair and eyes, she glanced at Aurelia and back at Albert. Stepdad. Soon to be 6th year, and with the aged illusion cast over from the cloak, Aurelia would appear much older than this girl who wasn't too fond of her presence. "My apologies. " The Gryffindor asked, quite relieved at the divergence provided from the question regarding Estelle. "Aurelia, sixth year, Gryffindor." She introduced, at the same time, letting Albert know she wasn't as mature as the charmed cloak set her up to seem.
But the information seemed to cause Albert to shift, paying no mind to his step-daughter. "Sixth year? Sixteen?" Albert questioned, a rather odd one as a matter of fact. "Might I ask, if 2005 was the year of your birth?" Such an enquiry they should both know was only leading up to one thing. But Aurelia resisted the impulse to answer immediately. This was a conversation deeper than the venue of a bookstore could accommodate comfortably. "We should sit down for a cup of tea, perhaps?" She merely said following a short pause.
There were many questions, but one almost disturbing realisation nagged at the back of her mind. Could it be? In the Notresvace family records, marriages were often arranged just like her own betrothal but it was unlikely that Estelle Notresvace had been betrothed during such a precarious time of her youth. So whoever her biological father was, Aurelia had little to no idea. This was a predicament.
Thoughts ran for a moment before they were interrupted by the pitched voice of a young girl. Brown hair and eyes, she glanced at Aurelia and back at Albert. Stepdad. Soon to be 6th year, and with the aged illusion cast over from the cloak, Aurelia would appear much older than this girl who wasn't too fond of her presence. "My apologies. " The Gryffindor asked, quite relieved at the divergence provided from the question regarding Estelle. "Aurelia, sixth year, Gryffindor." She introduced, at the same time, letting Albert know she wasn't as mature as the charmed cloak set her up to seem.
But the information seemed to cause Albert to shift, paying no mind to his step-daughter. "Sixth year? Sixteen?" Albert questioned, a rather odd one as a matter of fact. "Might I ask, if 2005 was the year of your birth?" Such an enquiry they should both know was only leading up to one thing. But Aurelia resisted the impulse to answer immediately. This was a conversation deeper than the venue of a bookstore could accommodate comfortably. "We should sit down for a cup of tea, perhaps?" She merely said following a short pause.
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“One can never be too careful,” STM — 5 | EVA — 19 | STR — 5 | WSD — 12 | ARC — 5 | ACC — 9 |
Lovely Creature — Evasive Manoeuvres — Monster Hunter — Terrible Presence
11 Nov 2022, 04:00
Unexpected Revelations
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xxxWords could not describe just how angry this was making Maggie. Normally it took more time for her to get so irritated, but the fact that Albert was looking beyond her as if she didn't even exist? That was truly something she couldn't ignore. It was just like at home. Maggie didn't exist beyond asking her to do a chore or two, disregarded in favor of perfect little pureblood Tessa. It was all the same here and now with sixth year Gryffindor Aurelia Notresvace.
The only difference between herself and the other two, though, seemed to be their grasp on the situation at hand. Whereas Maggie saw it as her stepfather seeing someone he knew in someone else, the other two seemed to really understand the complexity. The implication of Albert mistaking this Aurelia for a former lover.
All Maggie knew was that she didn't like how Albert had approached her for some bonding time while shopping for school supplies, only to dump her moments later to talk to another girl. Probably a stupid pureblood. He'd probably rather have her as a step-daughter.
Still, Albert didn't seem like he was going to answer her any time soon. He would probably continue the conversation with Aurelia over a cup of tea, and all Maggie was cursed to do would be sit next to them miserably, desperately wishing to be petting the cats at the Magical Menagerie or browsing broomsticks at Quality Quidditch Supplies.
"Man, what the hell," she hissed under her breath, gesturing broadly at the door. "I'll have a biscuit, while you're at it."
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I really value when people use violence for me, it's actually one of my love languages.