One Final Time PV Magnus Blackwood

date 31 December 2025 outfit speech #24245c word count 399 notes xxx THE CAGE IS OPEN BUT I DON'T KNOW HOW TO FLY @Magnus Blackwood

Finally, these bothersome meetings were coming to an end. This was the final one Antoine would have to attend before he returned to Beauxbatons, to freedom. Just one more time, and he would not have to worry about this until spring break. Antoine sighed, already lamenting the break that was still a few months away. No doubt, his parents would fill it up the same way they had filled up this one, without family, with strangers. He couldn't recall the last time they'd had a conversation longer than 5 minutes. Not that Antoine complained; he preferred it that way. As long as he stayed silent and unnoticeable, he was left alone. Unless, of course, there was to be a day like this, where he was to entertain and be responsible for someone else.

For once, his parents did not wait for Antoine at the door. Strange. They were usually quite insistent on formalities, and that the trio ought to greet any guest at the door. Still, Antoine wasn't complaining. As he left his room, he could hear the ringing sound of laughter from the hall as his parents escorted the guests into the dining room. Straightening himself, Antoine steeled himself for what would surely be an endless dinner, not to mention the scolding he would get after for taking too long and delaying until his parents were forced to open the door without him. That was something he would worry about later.

Antoine entered the golden and white dining room, immediately greeting the adults first, a fake, charming smile plastered on his face. His parents were quick to introduce the children to each other, and Antoine almost rolled his eyes. For a fleeting second, the boy's true feelings showed, but the moment passed as quickly as it came, his eyes returning to a warm expression.

"Welcome," he said to the boy, taking a seat across from him. Inevitably, they would make idle small talk before being ushered out by the adults, where Antoine would roam the halls and perhaps take this boy to the library or the music room, anywhere but his own. "My name is Antoine. Lovely to meet you." He was almost robotic, snapping himself back to the present, but there had been a faraway look in his eyes for half a second, as if he wasn't completely there. He was speaking from habit, not genuine interest.