Post by Lance Ulrich on Nov 21, 2011 22:55:30 GMT -8
Tuesday, 25th October 2011
10:00 p.m.
Home was getting boring, to be honest. Certainly, Lance had taken to spending time at Lily's whenever he could without making her feel like he was trying to take over all her non-working time, but he had also spent a fair amount here at the manor alone in his room with a book avoiding his father, who had taken to trying to get him to find a job. He was trying, he really was! But it seemed shops weren't ready to hire him. Of course, his father didn't see it that way. Ever since the fiasco at Lily's engagement party, he had been telling him he wasn't focusing on it enough, that there was no logical reason he should still be unemployed six months after graduation.
To be honest, he had been contemplating what he really wanted to do with his life. He knew his long term goals, certainly, but when it came to short term things, he wasn't certain. What would be the best stepping stone to his next point in life? He couldn't decide, and that was holding him back. It was enough to drive him crazy. Being stuck wasn't someplace he had ever seen himself, but he was, and it was grating on him.
Sighing, Lance sat down in the chair in front of his desk and looked at the small pile of half-finished applications. It was no wonder his father thought he wasn't trying his hardest, especially if he was using the slave that was supposed to be his, Melissa or whatever, to spy on him. Some of these applications had been sitting here for ages, but after the fiasco at Lily's engagement party, he had thought taking care of her would be better for the time being, and therefore, some of the applications hadn't been finished. Still, there was one newer one sitting there now that was mostly completed. It was for the Imperium Guard. He just lacked a few questions answered, and he would turn it in. He had obtained it a couple weeks ago when Lily had returned home.
Lance picked up a quill after scooting his chair in but paused mid movement when he heard his door open. "Not now, Melissa. I don't need anything," he said, mostly out of habit. He didn't even bother to look over and began to write on the application only to stop a few moments later. "Not now, gi--," he began, only to look over and see his father standing there, his school trunk in hand. "Father?" he queried, honestly confused as to why his father was in his room, much less with a trunk in hand. He set his quill down as Kurt took a few steps into his room and set the trunk down near his closet.
"I've been holding you back, son," his father told him as he opened the trunk and pulled out his wand. A single flick later, and his closet was piling itself into the trunk.
"Wh-what are you doing?" Lance demanded, standing from his seat and walking over with intent to slam the trunk closed. His wand was drawn and Finite Incantatum was on the tip of his tongue. However, his father gave a wave of his wand and disarmed him. Lance watched, stunned, as his father picked up his wand from the ground.
"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm seeing you out."
"Why would you do that?"
"Because an Ulrich is not a bum. An Ulrich is self sufficient, useful part of society, and letting you stay around here is not helping you. It's enabling you."
"I'm looking for a job! You know this!" Lance protested.
"Not hard enough! Blake's niece had a job within months, and I know several of your classmates had jobs within weeks. If you wanted one, you would've had one by now."
Desperately, Lance looked around and walked over to his desk, grabbing the pile of incomplete applications and holding them up near his father's face. "Look! I've got these I've had to prepare to turn in. The others just grabbed my spot early on, but they'll be hiring for the holidays; you know they will."
Kurt reached for the applications and took them from his son's hand. One by one, he went through them, tossing them out as he said the dates. "July 10th, June 15th, August 16th, September 10th, September 24th...." He stopped there, shaking his head. "Honestly, these would have been turned in by now if you were looking hard enough."
Lance shook his head. "Those are the ones that didn't get turned in! They're the ones I knew got filled!"
"You say that, but I can't know it," he said, flicking his wand towards his son's dresser. Each drawer opened one by one as the contents were emptied into the trunk. "And I think it would be more of a reason for you to look harder if you don't have someplace safe to stay."
"But dad!"
"No, Lance. I won't let you resort to begging. My mind's made up." A final flick to his nightstand and then to his son's bathroom, and all the contents of his room were taken. "Don't forget your pillow."
Lance stood, mouth agape, as his father walked out and shut the door behind him. How could this be happening? His father had to have lost it. This simply was inconceivable! Where was he going to stay? Certainly not on the streets! He'd go to Gringott's; that's what he'd do. He'd go to Gringott's and arrange for a room above a store for a bit. That's what he'd do. But it was late. It was late, and Gringott's would be closed. Damn it! After a few moments, he grabbed his pillow and shoved it in the trunk before shutting it closed and grabbing his broom. He'd go to Lily's. It was the only way he could even hope to not be out on the streets.
Wednesday, 26th October 2011
6:00 p.m.
Kurt had seen a guest in straight after arriving home from work. It was a rarity for him, and given his strange action of kicking his son out the night before, the slaves were abuzz with gossip, trying to figure out what was going on with their master. He and his guest had gone straight to the sitting room for a chat and had ordered tea and sandwiches. Immediately after, the slave who had taken their jackets had been sent to the kitchens to relay his master's orders.
"So, you were interested in my slave, were you?" Kurt began as soon as the room had been vacated.
"Yes, the one you said was a virgin?"
Kurt nodded. "You're sure she'll bring in a good amount?"
"I would expect nothing less. You know where the auction house is for tonight, yes?"
Kurt nodded once again. "Mhm. She'll be ready. Dressed in white as requested. You're sure this is secure? No one will find out?" The man would hate for his name and reputation to be sullied by something like this, which was illegal, but he hardly saw why. It wasn't as though it didn't happen after they were bought from the government or even at Puxley.
"You have my word. There's no way anything could have leaked. We've gone over the security time and time again. Only the most upstanding gentlemen have been invited. What did you say her name was again?"
"Melissa. Pretty little thing. Bought her for my son, but he never touched her. Too busy pining over someone else's fiancee, I'm afraid. Such a shame. But I trust you will see to it I get every penny back?"
"And then some, my friend. A virgin brings a high price."