Post by Trevor Williams on Apr 11, 2008 11:50:12 GMT -8
Thursday, July 15, 2010, 10 a.m.
If Trevor Williams could change one thing about himself, it would be...well, just one thing? Merlin, that was difficult, and to top it all off, he had no clue why he was even contemplating this. What? Was he going into a mid-life crisis at thirty-sev--no, wait, thirty-eight (It was his birthday today.)--just over a year after having obtained his perfect little wife he'd desired for so long? How pathetic. He had no reason to go into crisis. He had, as said before, his precious wife with a child on the way, and then he had finally managed to accomplish something for the Death Eaters a few months ago when they completed the takeover and was now their leader. Oy. But see? No reason to contemplate such foolish notions as what he would like to change about himself...at least, no real reason.
After all, the question was too narrow for him to answer. There were about a dozen things he would like to change about himself, quite possibly more, and there was no way he could change any of it without obtaining a time turner, which he supposed he could now do with his hold over the wizarding world: demand someone produce a time turner for him or something. But what would that suggest to the people? That he had made a mistake? That maybe this leader wasn't to be so feared or respected as he was? Yeah, right. Like hell he'd give people a reason to doubt him and give Callid Warren the leeway he needed to worm his way into his hard-earned position. Like hell he would.
With a sigh, the brunet pushed himself up from his chair behind his mahogany desk and walked over to the wall to his right where he proceeded to lift a portrait from the wall and set it down as he began to turn the combination. He was pretty sure he was alone as of now. He'd only just arrived at the manor ten minutes ago, and usually, he didn't begin working this early. Usually, he waited until ten forty-five or eleven. But he'd woke up early and was getting bored and just had to get out of the house. He'd bid Evie a happy birthday, promising her something good as a present, and left. (It was kind of neat having a wife with the same birthday as you, even if you were six years apart. Meant it was hard to forget and get in trouble for forgetting.)
Hearing the lock click, he knew he'd successfully unlocked the safe and opened it, pulling out a small box and opening it. Earrings. They were simple pearls with a silver backing. Leaving the box open, he set it aside in the safe and pulled out another box, this one longer and thinner. It was a silver chain with seven pearls, four on the chain and three hanging below it. He closed the boxes after a moment of holding them as though to imagine them on Evie and pulled out a box that looked much too large to have fit into that safe, but thanks to magic, it had. He opened it, looking down at the black dress inside. He also had a box with shoes, but he didn't really care about shoes. He'd made sure to ask a woman in the store if they went with the dress, and she'd said they did after coming out of the shock of who she was talking with and flattering him a little. Nevertheless, he could guarantee he wasn't going to be staring at his wife's feet. They were a little on the ugly side, but what did it matter?
This was all she needed for their dinner out at the restaraunt he'd made reservations at. He'd even made sure they had the table in a private corner where they'd be less likely to be ogled or glared at. It was going to be perfect. Tonight was going to be perfect. Now he just had to get through another horrid day again. He could weather it. He always had, always would. Hearing someone approaching, Trevor quickly put the dress box back in the safe, closed the safe, and hung the picture, darting over to his desk and sitting down, the chair spinning around once before he stopped it and stared at the door to see who was there.
If Trevor Williams could change one thing about himself, it would be...well, just one thing? Merlin, that was difficult, and to top it all off, he had no clue why he was even contemplating this. What? Was he going into a mid-life crisis at thirty-sev--no, wait, thirty-eight (It was his birthday today.)--just over a year after having obtained his perfect little wife he'd desired for so long? How pathetic. He had no reason to go into crisis. He had, as said before, his precious wife with a child on the way, and then he had finally managed to accomplish something for the Death Eaters a few months ago when they completed the takeover and was now their leader. Oy. But see? No reason to contemplate such foolish notions as what he would like to change about himself...at least, no real reason.
After all, the question was too narrow for him to answer. There were about a dozen things he would like to change about himself, quite possibly more, and there was no way he could change any of it without obtaining a time turner, which he supposed he could now do with his hold over the wizarding world: demand someone produce a time turner for him or something. But what would that suggest to the people? That he had made a mistake? That maybe this leader wasn't to be so feared or respected as he was? Yeah, right. Like hell he'd give people a reason to doubt him and give Callid Warren the leeway he needed to worm his way into his hard-earned position. Like hell he would.
With a sigh, the brunet pushed himself up from his chair behind his mahogany desk and walked over to the wall to his right where he proceeded to lift a portrait from the wall and set it down as he began to turn the combination. He was pretty sure he was alone as of now. He'd only just arrived at the manor ten minutes ago, and usually, he didn't begin working this early. Usually, he waited until ten forty-five or eleven. But he'd woke up early and was getting bored and just had to get out of the house. He'd bid Evie a happy birthday, promising her something good as a present, and left. (It was kind of neat having a wife with the same birthday as you, even if you were six years apart. Meant it was hard to forget and get in trouble for forgetting.)
Hearing the lock click, he knew he'd successfully unlocked the safe and opened it, pulling out a small box and opening it. Earrings. They were simple pearls with a silver backing. Leaving the box open, he set it aside in the safe and pulled out another box, this one longer and thinner. It was a silver chain with seven pearls, four on the chain and three hanging below it. He closed the boxes after a moment of holding them as though to imagine them on Evie and pulled out a box that looked much too large to have fit into that safe, but thanks to magic, it had. He opened it, looking down at the black dress inside. He also had a box with shoes, but he didn't really care about shoes. He'd made sure to ask a woman in the store if they went with the dress, and she'd said they did after coming out of the shock of who she was talking with and flattering him a little. Nevertheless, he could guarantee he wasn't going to be staring at his wife's feet. They were a little on the ugly side, but what did it matter?
This was all she needed for their dinner out at the restaraunt he'd made reservations at. He'd even made sure they had the table in a private corner where they'd be less likely to be ogled or glared at. It was going to be perfect. Tonight was going to be perfect. Now he just had to get through another horrid day again. He could weather it. He always had, always would. Hearing someone approaching, Trevor quickly put the dress box back in the safe, closed the safe, and hung the picture, darting over to his desk and sitting down, the chair spinning around once before he stopped it and stared at the door to see who was there.