Post by Trevor Williams on Apr 17, 2008 13:26:10 GMT -8
((I blame The Good Shepherd for this bit of fluff. x.x But hey! It's better than the muse deciding to latch onto the part where Matt's dressed in drag...*would die*))
Rubbing his eyes of sleep, the leader of the wizarding world looked wearily around his office. He needed to wake up. Perhaps he should get up and take a walk around the inside of the place. Most of the slaves, if not all, would be asleep by now in their quarters, he thought, so he doubted he had to really worry about being disturbed.
That decided, the brunet stood from the chair, gathering his papers for the desk and placing them into a heavily protected drawer. Finished, he left the room and began to wander the few steps from his office to the top of the staircase before descending the stairs and heading for the kitchens. Maybe a snack would help him, so he found himself something simple--nothing simpler than a toasted PBJ, no? He then poured himself a glass of milk and made it out to the dining room, using his wand to light a few candles before putting it away and sitting in the chair at the head of the table, taking a bite and beginning to eat.
It was a reunion for the class of 1989. Trevor had received an invitation in the mail a few months ago, and Anna had thought it would be a splendid idea for them to go. "Why?" Trevor had asked. "I hardly knew any of the people."Trevor drew in a breath loudly as he roused from his dream. Or had it been a memory? A memory, he believed. He'd been thinking about Kiley a lot lately, and it wasn't without reason. The past couple of nights he had pulled late hours at the manor exhaustively researching leads on his first daughter's whereabouts. Tonight was no different. It was one thirty a.m. on Thursday, 22 July, and Trevor was still here. No doubt there would be questions should someone discover he was here, but he would have just as many for that person.
"Well, maybe Trey will be there," she had replied at which Trevor had laughed. "What's so funny?"
"Trey Hunter at a party?" Anna still had seemed not to get the joke. "I know you didn't know us in school, but honestly, Anna, I thought by my stories you'd know he was never a social person."
"Neither were you or so you say. I still find that terribly hard to believe." She had sighed, shaking her head. "Regardless if your friend will be there or not, we're going. I'd love to put some faces to names. Now, why don't you go pick up Kiley from her play date?"
Trevor had sighed. She knew how to run him. Pathetic, yet he had never seemed to mind.----
Something hadn't been right from the moment they had stepped through the door. Kiley had been ushered over to the Easter Bunny and Anna had followed her as the men had ushered Trevor over with them to drink some brandy and discuss politics or their love life or whatever the hell these prats discussed. He was barely listening. His focus was on his young daughter sitting on the bunny's lap. She was staring over at him in a plea for help, and even he could spot the undeniable trail of urine trailing down her leg.
"Excuse me," he said distractedly as he made his way across the room just as those nearest Kiley had noticed and were helping her away to her mother. Reaching her, he kneeled down beside Anna and Kiley went to him, wrapping her tiny arms around her daddy's neck and burying her face in his chest. Trevor wrapped his arms around her, cooing softly in reassuring tones, "It's alright, sweetie. It's alright. Daddy's got you now, and he won't let anybody hurt you." He held her until the sobbing slowly came to a stop.
Then, he pulled away to look at her, but she made a sound of protest at the separation, so he simply held her a few more moments before trying again. "Why don't you let your mother clean you up?" he asked, and Anna reached her arms out for her daughter. Kiley went with an air of uncertainty, glancing back at her father who gave her a reassuring look.----
Rubbing his eyes of sleep, the leader of the wizarding world looked wearily around his office. He needed to wake up. Perhaps he should get up and take a walk around the inside of the place. Most of the slaves, if not all, would be asleep by now in their quarters, he thought, so he doubted he had to really worry about being disturbed.
That decided, the brunet stood from the chair, gathering his papers for the desk and placing them into a heavily protected drawer. Finished, he left the room and began to wander the few steps from his office to the top of the staircase before descending the stairs and heading for the kitchens. Maybe a snack would help him, so he found himself something simple--nothing simpler than a toasted PBJ, no? He then poured himself a glass of milk and made it out to the dining room, using his wand to light a few candles before putting it away and sitting in the chair at the head of the table, taking a bite and beginning to eat.