Post by ALASTAIR URQUART on Jan 13, 2014 7:36:31 GMT
Like the naked lead the blind. I know I’m selfish, I’m un-kind
TWENTY-EIGHT - PUREBLOOD – PHILANTHROPIST - ED WESTWICK
LESSONS LEARNED NOT FROM A FATHER
What do you mean you want to duel me? Okay Ross I know your homely as hell, but your still a girl.. Granted freakish as a troll but still a girl. I don’t duel girls.
He had expected that she would just give up and stomp away as that is what any girl with a lick of common sense would do. That was perhaps his biggest flaw his knack about making the wrong assumptions about people particularly when it concerned that Ross. It was like she lived to exasperate him she couldn’t just take his insults and run away in a fit of tears like all his other victims.
“I don’t care if I am a girl. Call me troll, or troll bait or mail order troll or any of that nonsense one more time you pompous ass, and I won’t ask for a duel I’ll just hex. “
Before he could stop himself he leaned down close to her they were both fifth years both of the same house but not near one another in social standing and the sheer fact that she had called him out in public like this meant that he could not take it easy or laugh this one off, because in Slytherin once you turned your back or didn’t engage in a showdown you were considered weak, and that was one thing he could not afford he couldn’t be seen as weak, not risking it getting back to his father, and not with all the forth years that had clustered to pick at the pride of the fallen. No in his life there was no room for weakness.
He leaned down next to her frizzy cotton like hair that held two turkey feather quills and whispered. “ I was being generous when I called you troll bait, truth is I don’t’ think there is a mountain troll alive that would willing do you.. No I doubt it even they have standards, no you Ross are our very own Quasimodo. “ He watched her bottom lip tremble the agony of her humiliation evident as her blue eyes watered. His head threw back in a boisterous laugh.
“ MERLIN The troll is going to sob, have you ever seen anything more revolting than a sobbing troll, pull yourself together Ross hate to see you become a disgrace for two races, it’s bad enough you’re a disgrace for our house, and the wizarding kind.
He watched as solid fat tear slid from her eye and trickled down the plump fold of her cheek. It was wrong that he was savoring this so much watching what was left of her dignity and self-esteem shatter before him. He could hear a few females tutting behind him he knew that they would never approve of his behavior or his treatment of his follow Slytherin. He could hear people like Chambers telling him that Ross was a Slytherin and even if she was different she deserved the respect allowed to those who were sorted to become family.
It is a sad thing that even when those we cherish whom are put in our lives to offer advice that men particularly men like Alastair Urquart are made with self-destruction button called vanity. So easily their arrogance can screw them for life and in those fleeting moments in that dungeon corridor that is exactly what he did.
An arrogant boy was un-able to see the potential in the girl that stood opposite and in a the passing of a few seconds he made an enemy of what would be the only woman that he would ever truly love enough to make her a wife.
Sadly there is not pertinence for mistakes that leave scars on those of our youth. The girl before him would turn in tears, and like the arrogant jerk that he was he turned and laughed. It is then that Miss Ross would give him the first of many lessons on life.. With a glimmer of determination and the scrap of pride he had left her with, and armed with a wand and his stupidity.
Lesson One.
NEVER TURN YOUR BACK ON AN ARMED ENEMY
LESSONS LEARNED THE HARD WAY
Wands don’t kill people.. Girlfriends who come home early do..
Honestly he did not realize that he was indeed screwing a nutter. There was nothing about Hazel Hornvale that suggested she was the sort that would just randomly fall off her gold plated rocker, then again that might have been an error on his part.
His knowledge of his girlfriend of the past year had varied from the physical standards she met. Sadly other key facts like her bloody name (that now he didn’t doubt he would need the best damn Memory altering spells money can buy to forget this one.) blood status was about it.
Though that might not be completely his fault because the bloody trollop was exceedingly stupid, vain, an apparent jealous sort. Sadly the most recent and apparent important characteristic that he wished he had acknowledged prior to this rather embarrassing predicament that had him hiding on the roof of his own summer home naked as the day he was born was the obvious fact that Hazel Hornvale was bloody certifiable crazy.
He knew this only because in the time since she had come home early from her shopping trip , and caught him about nine inches deep in his assistant she threatened to use that wand of hers to make him about eight and half inches shorter.
Another thing he learned about his girlfriend came in the moments following as he literally clung to the chimney stack of his house curled up in a fetal position and hoping to MERLIN that the bloody goons from the bloody Ministry would hurry the hell up, and get that lunatic whose aim was improving by each and every hex she sent his way.
He had scurried around the side of his Chimney and was attempting to obtain cover to protect himself from the hexes that had blown away the side section of the chimney. Now with his bare backside presented to the occupants of 1345 Tanner Ct whom had taken it upon themselves congregate on the back patio for a better look at what was going on with their normally pretentious, but quiet neighbor who normally couldn’t be bothered with their invitations for their impromptu affairs.
They wanted a show, and boy they getting one, as it wasn’t every day that one had the opportunity to get a front row seat to watching a nude neighbor duck for cover from his irate girlfriend who was casting hex after hex at him.
He thought he was done for when he heard a loud pop sound coming from right behind him, he thought Hazel had apparated for a better shot, mentally he said his goodbyes to his owl whom was perhaps at his young twenty eight years of age was perhaps the only thing that truly mattered to him.
It was then that he heard a voice he hadn’t heard over the course of ten years, and the last thing that she had said to him was “Urqart you’re a miserable prick. I hope you die a slow, and very painful death. You horror of a man. “
Naturally when he looked up in to the cornflower blue eyes of Josephina Maris Ross he was horrified to find a smirk that even he would be envious of press across her pale pink lips, as if that moment could be made worse he heard her annoyingly high pitched voice say. “Oh Praise you MERLIN!!! I SWEAR I BLOODY LOVE MY JOB.”
Giving her a disgusted look he sneered, as he tried to cover his bits the best he could. “ I thought you Auror’s were supposed to be professional, apparently the Ministry is willing to give anything a badge these days.”
He proceeded to take her offered cloak to cover his lower half, to attempt to preserve as much dignity as he could by leaving something to the imagination. He took her extended hand and shakily stood up. He knew this was perhaps the best revenge fate could have dished him as he was dreadful to Miss. Ross when they were at Hogwarts together they being both of the same house her being a halfblood whom was raised by her muggle mother had borne the butt of a lot of ridicule as she was quick to defend a way of life that most of her house did not except.
He was perhaps her biggest tormentor however the girl with ivory clear skin, and blonde ringlets didn’t resemble anything of the chubby awkward thing that he took pleasure in making cry. Had it not been for those blue eyes, and her sarcastic draw making a snide insult about his nakedness he would have never been able to place the annoyingly pretty face with the name.
LESSONS TAUGHT TO OTHERS
The selections of wands shouldn't be that big of a deal. However for the Urquart's the first selection for a wand meant another chance to brag, and another opportunity to celebrate with another vulgar display of wealth that came in the shape of yet another large noisy soiree that was intended for the sheer purpose of making headlines in the society section of the Daily Prophet as the matriarch of the Urquart house hold was an un-believable egotist.
When the Alastair stood before the large dark wooden counter of the finest wand store in Diagon Alley Ollivander’s generations of the family literally filled the store to the point that the less respected members were stuck out side on the cobble walks of Diagon left to peer in the murky windows of Ollivanders as Alastair was handed a six inches long chestnut wand with a Veela Hair core. It felt awkward in his hand the wand itself heavier than what he envisioned for himself having it seemed thicker than his thumb and the wands of his family were slender. He knew without a second glance that this would not be a wand that would select him.
After he had sent down part of the third story shelf upon Ollivander’s hand with a flick of the wand Ollivander quickly agreed and took the wand away. Alastair winced as Ollivander offered now a relic from what had to be left over from the Ollivander wand making meager beginnings.
What is this?
Alastair examined the wand with mild interest, its long slender frame must have been carved by a shaky hand because the ornate Celtic detail was beautiful but flawed with slight hesitation marks in its hazel wood. Ollivander explained that the wand is older that it had never chosen a person that its core had been a bit too temperamental for the era in which the wand was made.
He figured that this meant that Ollivander was attempting to shove on him a defective relic. He slide the wand back at Ollivander not attempting to try it he simply placed it hap-hazardly back on the counter on the black velvet mat that watching it roll on its side before it slide straight before him posed straight at his hand.
It seemed it didn’t matter if he wanted something vintage or not it was just as it had been for all other witches and wizards it was simply the matter of which wand chooses you and in Alastair case it was a legendary wand of sorts. It was noted the most temperamental of the 17 century the exact same wand that had refused centuries of potential witches and wizards the exact same wand that had refused Ollivander himself seemed to latch on to Alastair Beaddan Urquart, and with that 10 inch Veela core hazel wand in his hand Perseus felt for the first time extra-ordinary.
Strange that prior to that Alastair never really put a lot of thought on certain things concerning his wand. He was honestly just thankful that the blasted thing worked as well as it did. It being for lack of better words a relic from a time long passed. He didn’t really consider himself old fashion so what he and the antique wand hand in common was puzzling to him.
Though over time the whys as to what in him that the wand gravitated too became more and more clear. He was in many ways old fashioned in thinking. He was raised in the shadow of a man that was considered noble. Naturally the way his father had raised him reflected in his thoughts many of which were chauvinistic in nature, he held door’s open, offered jackets and everything that could be considered acts of a chivalry.
However many woman made the mistake in thinking that just because he would hold open their doors and promise not to kiss and tell that he was upstanding and noble in all his ventures. They tended to learn rather quickly that in the case of Alastair Beaddan Urquart that nobility and respectful demeanor tended to last long enough to get the door shut.
Once in private a true serpent presented himself. He was selfish, inpatient, and aggressive enough to be considered ambitious. Many ladies learned quickly enough that Alastair made a better friend than boyfriend as he tended to live life propelling through one selfish deed to another. He had a reputation of scandal rumored to not only been around a block a time or two, but circle whole cities.
Truthfully he was a treacherous as a boyfriend, not really respecting those who let him in near, he neglected their needs, ignored, and cheated his way from one relationship to another, sadly there was only one that could possibly change all that and make an honest man out of him..
LESSONS IN LOVE AN OTHER UN-HOLY THINGS
Stop looking at her. GOD STOP LOOKING AT HER LIKE THAT.. SHE IS GOING TO HEX THE HELL OUT OF YOU IF SHE CATCHES YOU OGGLING HER CHEST AGAIN.. SHE WARNED YOU LAST TIME.
He knew it was better to just not make eye contact that looking at Joe was asking for trouble first of all that girl seemed hell bent and determined to make his life a living hell, as if she was charged with the task of making him pay for every act of depravity he had ever committed in his life.
Yet there he stood at her desk, and she refused to look up from the stack of parchment his impatience showing as he shuffled his feet his expensive Italian leather shoes soundless on the marble floor. He gave an annoyed sigh and with both hands on either side of her parchment his face inches from her sleek blond head he noticed that her hair smelled of lavender oil his nose crinkled as some things hadn’t changed from their Hogwarts years she still seemed opted for the using that cheap worthless bonnie witch stuff, even though she had access to more expensive skin serums. Alastair knew she had accesses to quality products, he made certain of it.
He watched her stiffen under his gaze a bit of him found satisfaction in the fact that his presence had at least garnered a reaction from her. She watched her slender fingers stretch out, sadly he hadn’t realized that they had been clinched till he watched them stretch out.
He lowered his voice so that others that trickled in and out of the small un-kept office would not hear him. “ I do believe that three days wait on an inquiry of burglary is an excess of power, obviously your personal grudges are causing your department to procrastinate to the point that it seems that you all operate with the competence of a band of babbling baboons.”
That seemed to get her attention as her blond head popped up and he watched as she tilted her head to once side an obvious glare in her eye that sadly did nothing to ward off her attractiveness even as her eyes narrowed into icy slits that could all but lower the temperature of the small office. He watched her hand reach for his tie he entertained the thought of her wrapping it around her hand to pull him in for a kiss.
He found his eyes widening as she seemed to read his mind and her hand reached for the end of the fine silk tie he watched as the emerald green was caught in her ivory hand and she slowly wrapped it around her hand causing him inch by inch to pull towards hers. Caught in the moment he lost concept of reality as he thought she was going to kiss him. Alastair mind was soon lost in some diluted fantasy of what could happen behind the closed door of her office and then quick as flash of her hand reality came barreling into her mind as she grabbed her wand and with a slicing movement severed his tie an inch below the knot. She leaned back as she slapped him on the outside of his head with his tie.
Her lips twisted in annoyance as she tossed the tie in can next to her desk her eyes flashing with something that seemed for a fraction like amusement before she dropped that mask of fury back into place.
“ THIS is the Department of the Magical Law Enforcement, you are currently standing in the Auror's Office. WE ARE NOT YOUR PERSONAL PRIVATE INVESTIGATING SERVICE. You pay no paychecks here, so kindly see yourself out and WAIT for results like the rest of wizarding kind. Honestly I saw the necklace that was stolen you ought to be grateful.. The bloody thing was tacky as hell. “ She gave a nod to the trash can. “ but still have to say I’ve seen worse.. Might want to re-think your color selections “
He heard a loud booming chuckle from the doorway and knew at once her cohort had returned turning to find one of detestable 'partners' blocking most of the door with his stained robes apparently he seemed to enjoy bringing lunch with him as he never spotted the dodger spotless.
Frowning watching the secret amusement shared between Jo and the letch that lurched past him giving him a hard shove in direction of the door. Catching a smirk on Jo’s lips as the annoying dodger slammed the door in his face. He realized just then what sort of curse she had condemned him too, that amused smirk meant that there was hope and while there was a chance to redeem himself in her eyes than there would be no rest till he had her.
