Post by Hebron James on Dec 31, 2010 17:09:08 GMT -8
Andrew watched his quiet brother walk off with his bubbling, blushing bride-to-be. They were genuinely happy together, which was a blessing. Mother and Father had pored, endlessly, over letters, dossiers, and other various paperwork trying to decide to ally themselves with by selling their youngest son.
Andrew smirked mentally at the thought. They genuinely wanted the couple happy, but in the end, it was a slavery of sorts. The pair was being set up as a marital union and a business reunion.
As the oldest, he had the choice of inheriting the business and getting roped into such an arangement or being staked a claim and booted out. As with his other life decisions, he decided to break from the family. He'd avoided most of the African shenanigans by being in school most of the time, and had moved out to be in the United States as soon as he was allowed to leave. The country had treated him well and given him enough success and adventure that he never felt the need to do better. The one thing he was lacking, though, was the one thing that his little brother had been relatively forced into: Love.
As if a demon summoned by the very thought of the word, Andrew spotted a friend from school. Urania Blackthorne was stalking up the footpath, glorious in blue. She had been a year behind him in Gryffindor, but the pair had gotten along famously. She was the prankster and he the smooth talking peacemaker that, more than once, kept her from being destroyed by upset victims. She was a strong enough spell caster that she could have held her own in a fight, but Andrew made sure that it never reached that point. If she even knew that he had done that, he'd have been surprised. Still, he felt the urge to greet her.
"Urania, darling...I'm disappointed. Blue? Come now, dear, Gryffindor wasn't that horrible to you. How have you been?"
Andrew smirked mentally at the thought. They genuinely wanted the couple happy, but in the end, it was a slavery of sorts. The pair was being set up as a marital union and a business reunion.
As the oldest, he had the choice of inheriting the business and getting roped into such an arangement or being staked a claim and booted out. As with his other life decisions, he decided to break from the family. He'd avoided most of the African shenanigans by being in school most of the time, and had moved out to be in the United States as soon as he was allowed to leave. The country had treated him well and given him enough success and adventure that he never felt the need to do better. The one thing he was lacking, though, was the one thing that his little brother had been relatively forced into: Love.
As if a demon summoned by the very thought of the word, Andrew spotted a friend from school. Urania Blackthorne was stalking up the footpath, glorious in blue. She had been a year behind him in Gryffindor, but the pair had gotten along famously. She was the prankster and he the smooth talking peacemaker that, more than once, kept her from being destroyed by upset victims. She was a strong enough spell caster that she could have held her own in a fight, but Andrew made sure that it never reached that point. If she even knew that he had done that, he'd have been surprised. Still, he felt the urge to greet her.
"Urania, darling...I'm disappointed. Blue? Come now, dear, Gryffindor wasn't that horrible to you. How have you been?"