Post by Lance Ulrich on Jun 19, 2011 19:05:26 GMT -8
August 8, 2011 5:30 p.m.
To most, the decision to reveal to someone that his engaged daughter (or in this case, niece) was cheating on her fiance with their son would be a difficult one. For Kurt Ulrich, however, it was a decision he had made in a heartbeat. Kurt, however, was a firm believer in justice, and his son had done wrong, so here he was seeing to it that his son met justice for his wrong-doing. Lionel Blake, after all, was a respectable pureblood who deserved the utmost respect. Keeping his son's misconduct a secret would only end up showing disrespect to Lionel and end up hurting him, Kurt, in the end, if the truth found him out that he was harboring his son's secret.
So, when Melissa's owl containing a portrait of Lance's portrait of Lily, a few incriminating pictures of Lance and Lily together at his home that day, and pictures of a few journal pages came in earlier today, Kurt had decided to go tonight rather than wait until tomorrow. After all, the sooner he came to Lionel about this, the less chance of any permanent lashing out against him. So, he had quickly gone to catch a meal somewhere in Diagon Alley and then headed straight for the Blake Manor where he now stood waiting for an answer at the door after knocking.
Who was she plotting with? He knew she had to be plotting to take him down. The voices has been telling him that for years. He should have just killed her when it started and then nobody would be trying to hurt him now. It was probably that stupid little maggot Rolfe. He didn't have much brains of his own, but Lily was smart. She could use him as the muscle. He should never have allowed her to join the Imperium Guard. Now she had training and smarts. She could easily kill him. He had to be careful now. She could come in and kill him while he slept. Or while he was vulnerable in the shower. She could tamper with his wand so when he Apparated to work he would splinch and die that way. She was smart. She could do it. He had to punish her tonight, make her afraid. That way she wouldn't kill him in his sleep like the voices told him she would. Yes, that was what he had to do. Had to make her too afraid to hurt him. But he had to find her first. Where was she? Why wasn't she here? How was he going to find her? He had to find her....
When he walked into the part of the library he used for his office and saw a note written in Lily's flowing script, the delusions and paranoia abruptly vanished and Lionel seemed perfectly normal once again. He picked up the note and read it aloud under his breath. "Dearest Uncle, I will be joining Auntie Giselle for Angelina's birthday party today. I most likely will not be home for supper, but will be home before my curfew at 9 p.m. Love, Lily." Nodding his approval, Lionel placed the note back on his desk and was just about to sit down when a young slave boy (maybe 13 or 14 years old) knocked tentatively at the door and announced that Mr. Kurt Ulrich had come to call. "Well show him in, boy. Don't keep him waiting!" Lionel snapped. When his old friend had been shown into the study, Lionel strode over and clapped the man on the shoulder good-naturedly with a smile. "Kurt, my friend! What brings you here tonight?"
Post by Lance Ulrich on Jul 17, 2011 12:35:38 GMT -8
It was hardly surprising to Kurt that Lionel had someone show him in almost as soon as he had arrived. Lionel was never one to leave people waiting in his experience. The man hardly paid the slave boy, young though he may be, any attention. He was babbling horribly, apologizing in case he had inconvenienced him in any way letting him wait for such a "long" time. It was pathetic. All slaves were. But their pathetic fear was useful. It was what kept them in their place. It was what kept them from rising up and taking back their lives. It was what kept the rightful people in charge, in power, strong and unbreakable. It was a beautiful thing to behold.
As the slave finally brought them to their destination, Kurt waved him away, smiling as the man greeted him. "Kurt, my friend!" Hopefully he'll still consider me such by the end of this all, he couldn't help but think as the man asked the question that forced him directly to business--not that he had planned on skirting around it much, if at all, but all the same. Nevertheless, Kurt gave his reply. "Some unfortunate news, I'm afraid, my friend." He took a deep breath and sighed before holding out the packets of evidence to Lionel. "It seems our children have been having a bit of a tryst. I had a slave gather evidence while I was at work, Lionel, and I came directly after her owl arrived. I felt you needed to know as soon as possible so we could come up with a plan to keep both our families from meeting public humiliation. After all, with the impending engagement for your niece and the Langston boy...."
Lionel led his old friend over to the office area and sat back down behind his desk, motioning Kurt to the plush chair in front of it. A slight frown turned his mouth down as Mr. Ulrich announced that he was the bearer of bad news. "Well, I hope it's nothing too bad, my friend," Lionel tried to make light of the other man's serious mood. When Kurt held out an envelope to him, Lionel took it cautiously, not sure what could have been in it. Opening it and leafing through its contents, for a moment all Lionel could hear was the roar of the people in his head, all of them screaming obscenities or vehemently calling for his niece's punishment or the Ulrich boy's blood. Fortunately for Mr. Ulrich's continued well-being, the madness passed before it took hold of Lionel's mind, whether before or after the mad look in his eyes was noticed.
Once Lionel had control of his mind (for the moment anyway...) his features schooled themselves into a mask of cold fury as he stared Kurt down. "I would have expected better from the son of a good man like you, Ulrich. You know, if I were a traditionalist, I would demand the equivalent of my niece's bride-price out of your hide and your son's..." Lionel spoke coldly, fingering the sword-shaped letter opener on the desk in front of him, his eyes cold and glittering. The subtle threat, like the one in his last statement, was a tactic Lionel was more than familiar with in his line of work and it sent lesser men immediately to grovelling most times. It would be interesting to see just what kind of man Mr. Ulrich turned out to be, he thought with clinical calculation...
Post by Lance Ulrich on Jul 26, 2011 20:15:31 GMT -8
Kurt had heard the stories about the man's anger, the man's unpredictability when things went wrong in the Department of Mysteries. (Whatever the hell that department was about, however, was highly secret, so he supposed the anger could be well-earned.) He knew that he probably should be terrified, but at most, the man was uneasy. Part of this was due to the fact he was the head of magical law enforcement, but part of this, he had to admit, was that he knew that if he knew about these rumors of Lionel's unpredictability, so did others. And if others knew about this unpredictability, it was because Lionel so wanted it because he counted upon it to do the walking for him rather than himself. Kurt refused to be manipulated.
Still, the man's words were enough to make Kurt feel the bit of unease he felt, though he maintained a cool look. After all, he felt the fact he had come to him the moment he had found out and gathered evidence enough to prove it to the man should grant him a certain level of negotiation. "I expected better myself, Lionel. Believe me, I expected better, but if you'll look at the pages from my son's journal, the dates are quite a few months prior to any public knowledge of the engagement. It seems our children began to see each other beforehand, and for whatever reason, they decided to keep it secret rather than tell us the joyous news. Now, their secrecy has lead to a disaster waiting to happen. That's why I came to you, my friend. I knew you deserved to know as soon as I did, and I believed you to be a reasonable enough man to help me come to a proper solution. After all, both our families stand to lose, if this ever gets out."
'So he is expecting mercy it seems...' Lionel thought, his momentarily-sane mind calculating and plotting as he did. 'He will be rather surprised when this is over then...'
"Oh, both our families stand to lose, do they? Tell me, Kurt, just what kind of loss do you stand to take here?" the department head pronounced coldly, his barely-contained anger nearly palpable. "Your reputation was irreversibly degraded when you married that halfblood cretin who birthed your son; what would this add to it?! Nothing, that's what, you treacherous fool!" he nearly shouted at the other man, standing and leaning across the desk toward Mr. Ulrich in his anger. "Lily is the last of the Blake line; she deserves better than your son, you and I both know that. And she will have it! Her marriage to Langston's son will ensure that the Blake bloodline is absorbed into a family just as historic and pure as its own. If it gets out that your stupid boy had her first, it will be the end of the engagement and my bloodline!" Now fully furious with the other man, Lionel leaned close to Kurt's face and pronounced with icy finality, "And if that happens, I promise you, I will not rest until it is the end of yours as well..."
After a moment staring down the man he would have called his best friend an hour ago, Lionel straightened and walked over to the sideboard. Pouring a glass of brandy for himself, he stood facing away from Mr. Ulrich, not caring to stomach the sight of the fool at the moment, and added, "So what exactly did you plan to do about this, Ulrich? I'm still not convinced I shouldn't take bloody retribution from you and that stupid boy of yours..." Pausing a moment, he turned back and shot the other man a nearly murderous look. "You should probably work on changing my mind."
Post by Lance Ulrich on Aug 6, 2011 11:42:45 GMT -8
Kurt listened as Lionel began his rant. What did his stand to take? Well, admittedly not as much as Lionel's. After all, a man was more apt to be congratulated for his endeavors than a woman when it came to sexual relations, so it likely wouldn't render him unable to be wed. Still, it would be a shame on his family name that he didn't need. After all, his son had continued the relationship with Lily even though the engagement had been announced. It was now technically an affair rather than just a simple childish fling. When Lionel leaned towards his face, Kurt had to fight an eye roll. Seriously, this man was way too much into scare tactics and threats, and he was far too overdramatic. It wasn't as though Lance wouldn't marry Lily. Truly, it would only be an end of completely pureblooded children in the family line for Lionel. That was already over in Kurt's line. Still, anything well over half-blood was still respectable to most people. Lily and Lance's offspring would be just that.
"And you should work on your temper and flair for the dramatics, Lionel," Kurt replied. "It's not like this is to go beyond this office. You already know I wouldn't want anyone to know of my son's indiscretion. I was merely here to tell you so you could do your best to prevent Lily from seeing my son again. I am going to do the same for Lance, I assure you. The boy is old enough to have a job and far too old to be so picky about which to take. I'll ensure his hands are busy, too busy to try to see your niece. But since it's clear to see you threaten friends, and I don't respond well to threats, I'm off for the evening. I suggest you use the rest of your evening to calm down and devise a plan to keep Lily away from my son rather than plot out revenge. What's been done has been done, my 'friend.' A childish fling was begun, and now it must end. Simple as that. What I've shared goes nowhere else." Kurt began to turn to leave.
'Well, well, well...seems Kurt has more backbone than people give him credit for...' Lionel thought as he listened to the man's repartee. Before he could leave, Lionel turned and actually let out a rather manic laugh, waving the other man back into the room. Seating himself once again behind his desk, Lionel smiled, the generally friendly motion tinged with a hint of the dark insanity that held sway over his addled mind. "Do pardon my 'dramatics', as you put it, but I needed to be sure I could trust your intentions, old friend. I hope you don't take my method of doing so too much to heart..." Lionel added, that same slightly disconcerting smile on his face. In the back of his mind somewhere he knew that his antics a few minutes ago were not strictly something one did in regards to a friend, but unfortunately the voices that marked his reality were growing louder and more insistent again. Briefly the rather sane thought that he hoped Kurt would understand flickered through his mind before he continued on.
"I am sorry I resorted to tactics that are best reserved for underlings, but it was the surest way for me to get your measure quickly, Kurt. I do hope you understand that," he paused, looking for some indication from Mr. Ulrich. After a few more moments and a sip of his brandy, Lionel continued. "If you truly think a job will stop the boy from seeing her, I will be more than happy to arrange something in my department at the Ministry for him. Lance is obviously clever and intelligent; he would make a good Unspeakable if broken of that rebellious streak he seems to exhibit. Although I am hesitant to believe having busy hands and minds will solve the problem of keeping them separate, Kurt. Lily has been in the Guard trainee program since graduation and apparently they still managed to see each other around her schedule. If they both had jobs, it would only be a matter of time before they found a way to schedule time together."
Post by Lance Ulrich on Aug 31, 2011 10:54:43 GMT -8
Kurt paused at the door, his hand on the handle as he listened to Lionel. Pardon his dramatics? Couldn't trust his intentions? What intentions could he have had other than to help? If he was blackmailing him or something similar, his method would have been far more aggressive than it was. And besides, it would have been out of his character, which Lionel surely knew by now. They were friends and colleagues, not enemies. Honestly. As the man apologized and said he hoped he understood, Kurt shook his head. This man was unbelievable.
"I'm not certain giving him a job offer in your office would be wise. It might tip him off a little too soon that we know. He might believe something is going on. And no, it certainly won't solve the problem, giving Lance a job, but it will help to an extent. That's why I brought this to you. I'm certain there is something you can think of to make it even more difficult for Lily to see him. But all the same, I am leaving. It's not often I stay out very late after work, and I should hardly want to tip him off."
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