Back with Blacks For further
groped to go back to your charms, I propose a hefty and juicy little chapter of romance, with some new faces and, in passing, a mention of a certain character who, in times to come, will create a lot 'of stir into the magical world (give me a T! give me a give me a O! M! ...).
are also able to talk to Orion as a Clark Gable. I want a premium for it.
fun.
VII: Beaches and chats
The Muggle town of Nilton was lying on the southern tip of the Isle of Wight, culminating in the promontory of Saint Catherine's Point. The far south of the area housing the village of Nilton Undercliff, directly overlooking the sea. To the west, towards the town curiously named Blackgang, the suburb ended in the tiny offshoot Nilton Underspell commonly known as magic, a handful of cottages reserved for the vacation of the magicians and strictly unavailable to Muggles, who ignored their existence.
"the Island" said joyfully Walburga, immediately recognizing the places of his childhood holidays. He looked around wistfully, admiring the magnificent panorama. Orion chose to materialize just outside the small circle of houses in which they used to stay on the promenade that runs alongside the beach, leading to the head. Despite the late autumn to winter, the island's climate was mild and in that beautiful sunny day the temperature was cool but pleasant.
Walburga moved away from the arm of her boyfriend to take a few steps toward the sunny beach, on which some other walkers took pleasure regardless of the light wind.
"It 's a wonderful idea, Orion," he said with conviction. "You could not choose a more pleasant place."
"modesty are a lofty mind, I know," he graciously confirmed, before smiling playfully. "Come here now, and without giving me a kiss or burst his lungs," he added, holding out his hand.
She smiled maliciously, without approaching.
"Why should they burst their lungs?" He asked innocently, adjusting her skirt down her legs.
"Why did I run out of reserves of oxygen, of course," he said, with the air that the explanation was given. Walburga He went to him, grabbing his hand.
"It should collect you from me?" Mocking whispered, resting her cheek on his shoulder.
"Separately," he nodded, solemn.
"I wonder how you could survive for twenty years, then," she said ironically, before placing his lips on her neck.
"It 's a mystery that will never answer," replied Orion, looking dismayed. "Not there, my dear," she said softly, bowing her face to her. "Here," he concluded, capturing his lips with his own. Walburga suppressed a smile and let him, basking in the simple person, until the young man gently expressed a desire to further develop it, plunging his hand into the melted mass of her hair and drawing her to him. Walburga humor him, slipping his arms around his life and screwing up her lips so that he could overcome them. If, when Thomas was engaged to someone suggested that he could feel so upset about a simple kiss would have laughed heartily, but the feeling of the solid body of Orion against her was sufficient to put the chills.
"Oh, but happy surprise! "they received a friendly voice and ironic coming from the continuation of the path. "I had heard the happy news, but I did not think to be able to congratulate in person so soon."
Orion and Walburga turned with a start, caught in the act, to recognize the shape of aristocratic Mulciber Claudius, good friend of both parents, who smiled warmly at them.
"Mr. Mulciber, good morning," greeted politely Orion. "It 's a pleasure to see you."
"My pleasure, young Mr. Black. When is the wedding? "Said the magician, shaking his hand. "Miss Black, is charming as ever," he added with a hint of bow, the sun made it look almost white hair graying.
"Thanks," she said with a smile. "We're getting married in February, according to plan. How's your wife? "
" Great, thanks Salazar. We are granting us a few days to escape from the city. "carelessly replied the magician. "You will stop at Underspell for the evening? We look forward to welcoming you to dinner. We will also have my son, "gazing kindly invited them.
Orion launched a quick look at Walburga, who shook his shoulders slightly. It would have been rude to decline the invitation, not to mention that it was not convenient to stay too long on their own on their first date.
"I'll be happy to see Viktor, I have not yet had the chance since I came back from Germany, "Orion agreed willingly.
This separate agreement for the time of the visit, before Mulciber to go away with a last goodbye.
"A walk on the beach?" Orion suggested taking her hand.
"I will ruin your shoes," said Walburga reluctantly.
"I'll buy ten more pairs, if we can not fix them. Come on, "he insisted, and pull his girlfriend left willingly. The beach is long and lit, it was full of visitors but few in number and scattered in the afternoon sun shone. The breeze - that Walburga ruffling his hair long enough to make her regret her bun - rippled water to form soft waves crashing on the shore on their way to the lapping of the surf music.
"Salazar, who wonder," said delighted Walburga. She pressed more to the boy, who was advancing on the edge of the shore sand solemnly never mind that had already begun to infilarglisi feet. She could drown in full at the time, for as long as he was with her would not give a damn.
"Thomas has ever brought in such a beautiful place?" Instinctively asked, looking at the horizon the sky was clear.
"Do not be ridiculous," she warned him buried his face in his neck without slowing down.
"I'm not ridiculous," pointed out Orion twisting the nose.
"You're right, you're ridiculous, you're a kid," she scoffed softly, softly.
Orion's eyes widened with anger, stopping.
"Walburga" said pretending to be angry, while he was threatening to seize it. She laughed, slipping out of his reach.
"kid," he laughed, pausing at the altitude of the shore.
"Bada ..." began Orion pointed a finger. "No cause," suggested solemn.
"Otherwise? I will never make a Bamboccio? "I teased her, amused.
Orion allowed himself a moment of silent contemplation, kidnapped by the image of his wife who stood out against the blue sea and the brightest in the sky, crystal clear as her eyes. Formed around the tousled hair a dark cloud in which the happy smile shone with impertinence under the nose and cheeks turned by the wind. A show that was almost stunned.
"Thou hast sought," he said fiercely, marching towards her decision.
Walburga escaped his grasp hopping on the sand and writhing, with her skirt fluttering around girandogli. Orion left her to laugh for several minutes before deciding to definitely grabs and snatch a kiss to which she submitted rather willingly, encircle the neck with one arm. He released her from close, stroking his side with his hand and took advantage of Walburga to escape.
"Too Slow, cousin," she mocked by a couple of meters away.
"Now I plan, I will," threatened Orion reached in two jumps. Engaged in a mock fight, pushing, during which Orion listened spellbound to the laughter bubbling Walburga, until his cousin - his elegant, aristocratic cousin impeccable manners - He gave them a well-placed tripped. The young wizard stumbled and lost his balance, ending his ass soaking in the water behind him and the laughter grew Walburga exhilarated at the sight unheroic.
"You will laugh when you have not done the same end," he hissed, trying to remain serious.
"You can not!" Walburga screeched away in a light stroke. "I am a young lady!" He defended himself vehemently.
"The girls are not tripped to their riders," Orion said, gazing now wet their pants and bedraggled coat of sand. "Help me to get up, sailor," he added resignedly, with meekness.
"What a clumsy child," sighed Walburga approaching and holding out his hand magnanimously. "If ..." he began, breaking into a scream when the arm of the Orion suddenly jerked, causing water to tumble into a long tirade. "Orion," he shouted angrily, sitting up with a horrified look on her dress.
"Did I told to stop, "he said with a grin.
"Brutus and peasant" said Walburga suddenly jostled so much that he ended up falling back with his head in the damp. He started laughing as the water lapped at the hair and even put his arm around her waist, without rising.
"Come on, sailor, it's nothing serious," said accommodating, drawing her to him. Walburga bent over him with a smile, before stiffen.
"This is extremely inconvenient," he said severely.
"Frankly, my dear, I do not care," replied the boy lifting his head enough to kiss her. She returned because she felt quite unable to resist the invitation of his lips. The ran her fingers through wet hair and thought it was not cold at all, despite the soaked clothes, until he could remain close to Orion in that way.
He sighed against his lips, his fingers slipped along the side of women unable to find peace. There was Walburga something completely inhibited his intellect, leaving him in a state of total numbness.
"We are definitely looking at," she murmured against his, lifting her head slightly. "And we are very very decent," he added sternly.
"I'm going to marry an old lady with impeccable manners," he muttered Orion resigned, deviating slightly from her and making to rise on his elbows. He was impossible, because of the new push.
"How dare you, mocciosetto?" Walburga addressed him by doing absolutely outraged. But he smiled without being able to control, and when he raised his face was bright and his whole figure seemed to emanate gentle euphoria. Imitated the Orion, with his arm while holding her legs, sinking into the wet sand, to get away from the shoreline and water. At that point, Orion drew his wand with diligence.
"With your permission, my dear," interjected, pointing her and arranging her dress with a pair of precise taps, it dried.
Walburga waved an elegant bow of thanks, while he repeated the operation on himself.
"You're all disheveled, Orion," I do rebuked with breast gently passing his hand through his hair. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her back to him, trying to kiss her lips again, slow, deep, which made her feel soft knees while holding on to the shoulders him, leaving wrap its arms close to his body strong. He let his hand slide down his back, hips dry, with a gasp and sighed in alerting something hard press against the hanging of her leg, and it was definitely not a stick.
When a similar event had happened with Thomas, Walburga had burst out laughing nervously, embarrassed. But at that moment, clinging to Orion, all he wanted except to laugh. Fumbled with a shudder and felt the hot breath stop in the lungs, with a strong stomach and a languid quake legs. He drew back from him slightly, breaking the kiss that he had been hectic, and swallowed hard before you inhale deeply, avoiding his gaze.
"E '... better if we move where there are more people," she whispered trying to regain composure.
Orion cleared his throat, before a step back and let yourself fall sitting on the sand.
"I hope you will want to have the kindness to wait two minutes," said, staring into space. "I would not be accused of indecency."
Walburga chuckled, bending down to crouch beside him without being able to try to prevent contact, to reach out to him and rub his face against his temple, arms that moved almost alone in finding it.
"Walburga, moved, or I'll spend the afternoon sitting here."
And she laughed again, wearing quell'inspiegabile intoxication unknown. Took a deep breath a couple times, and then looking backwards in silence, half smile to your lips. And he did not understand what it was that connection to Orion in that way, what prevented her to stop looking at him, searching his eyes.
"E '... strange, no?"
He frowned with interest, grateful for quell'interloquire which served as a distraction.
"What?" Asked diligent.
"I ... we grew up together, and now ... you can not find it strange? "mumbled uncertainly.
He watched for a few seconds in silence. With those deep blue eyes, the innate elegance that characterized even in that moment, crouching on the sand with his hair ruffled by the wind.
"No, not even a little '," he said bluntly. "I've always been in love with you, Walburga," he added, bowing just look. And it was true, had always loved her cousin, who knew him to lose all dignity. And snatch embarrassing confessions, without him even if n'accorgesse.
She smiled softly, finding the way with his fingers to his hand, and connect them in hers.
"I ... you were just a kid ... and I'd love an idea inconsistent, you know, and then when you come back from Germany ... it was you, the idea. It's so funny. "
blushed in making this confession, and then leaned over to kiss him again of momentum, breaking the nervousness that pervades it. Orion felt sigh against his lips, then pull out, tracing the outline of his face with the tip of the nose.
"Oh, okay. I will spend the afternoon sitting here, "she heard him whisper near his ear. She laughed again. He had never had a lot of laughter, and without any logical reason.
"Get up, fool," intimate, raising your torso to pull himself up. "Have a little 'of behavior, you have no more than fifteen years," says authoritatively.
He glanced indulgent, before lifting a shot with the kidneys, slamming his hands together to clean the sand.
"But you away Touch me," rebuked the haughty. "You give me trouble."
Walburga's eyes widened, indignant, chuckling to himself.
"I guess," he said ironically, taking him by the arm.
They resumed walking, without being able to exchange a few sentences. Unfortunately because of the frequent visitors Underspell you knew all of them, and most of the afternoon was spent in ritual greetings, congratulations on your engagement and best wishes for a happy future. Orion responded politely and nodded with his condescending, superior smile. He had no doubt that the future, the fortune was assured.
At five o'clock, punctual and clean, showed up from Mulciber: Viktor came to open them with cheerful courtesy, shaking hands with former roommate, a year younger.
"Orion, than happy surprise. My father informed me of the visit and I was very happy, "he greeted, before bowing his head imperceptibly to his lady. "Walburga, more beautiful than ever," she said smartly.
"You seem very well, Viktor," interjected Orion, settling in following his gesture of invitation. "I heard of your business success. Congratulations, "he continued, as Mrs. Mulciber approaching majestically to accommodate guests.
Of course the main topics touched during the dinner were the stay abroad of young Black and the upcoming wedding. Orion answered every question willingly and delightfully refined that Walburga was so sweet when the whole family Mulciber it was completely conquered. The householder and his wife then left the table for withdrawal, while the three young men moved in the elegant lounge of the summer residence, on such topics as user-friendly. For half an hour at leisure indulged talk about other former comrades - Avery would in turn married shortly thereafter and Goyle had dilapidated capital in a deal was botched, and Rosier, however, had just concluded a successful transaction that saw him collect a fortune.
"About Rosier," Orion said, absent-minded. "What has become of his idol and fellow?" He asked, with genuine interest. "I have not heard since my return."
"Riddle, you say?" Inquired the other, without even waiting for a response. "Of course, it is true that you've been away a lot, "he said then sipping his brandy.
"Yeah. Riddle ... "Orion said with a smile. "I do not know anything since I left. He works for a Borgina Nocturne Alley, no? "He added, thoughtfully.
"Not anymore. He renounced the use last year and left England, "the young Mulciber corrected him, seriously.
"That Riddle?" Walburga muttered trying to fit into the conversation.
"That. Slytherin Prefect of the year after your MAGO mate Alphard, "he informed Orion quickly. "And he had a mention for services rendered to the school. An extraordinary personality, "he concluded admired.
"Oh, sure," she agreed, satisfied. "Tom. He was the darling of Slughorn, "he added with a smile.
"Precisely. What I know on the road, and although no longer has any news, if you know at least a little rest assured acquiring extraordinary powers for a wizard common. It 's a man who will do great things, "Viktor said with confidence, crossing his legs.
"So much the better. We all need, "Orion said with a grin. "I noticed that London is extremely degraded, and on the continent the situation is even worse. I myself am trying to settle in the most secure protections of my house. "
" It 's just, "Viktor said with approval. "Putting a family should think about these things. The Muggle scum ... "began in disgust, dropping the phrase in a vacuum and shaking his head bitterly.
"I do not talk!" Walburga interjected sharply. "Just the other evening one of those wretched beings approached me to ask for money. I can not even go quiet, "snorted with disapproval.
"We must close ranks," Viktor agreed with a nod.
"My dear, 'said Orion turned to his girlfriend. "It's almost eight and a half. It will be good if he accompanied you do not want to irritate your dad, "he observed serious.
"I do not think the case to become agitated. Viktor, thanks for dinner and pleasant evening was enchanting, "thanked her, standing up.
"The pleasure was mine. I look forward to seeing you in town then, "he said, to the door.
"Absolutely. And of course I hope to see you at the wedding, "Orion confirmed with a smile sparkling. Still hard to believe that he married Walburga and whenever he came back to him could not help but cheer.
"I do not lose the banquet for the world," Victor joked, shaking his hand to dismiss them. "Welcome back," he added, while they went out the door. Walburga leaned back on the arm of her boyfriend, taking a breath just before you face the entrance of his home.
"Well, cousin, I hope you'll want to get healthy. Alphard want to know if you behaved well, "said amused, unshackled from his arm.
"Of course. Your brother is terribly intrusive, "he said with a resigned smile.
"If not you'd still be with your boyfriend Katrina," she retorted the haughty.
Orion smiled, surrounding it in an embrace.
"Long live the indiscretion of Alphard, then," said Elan. Walburga crouched in his grasp and hid her face in the crook of her neck, inhaling his scent deeply.
"I'm happy," he announced quietly.
"I glad to hear that. I have recently chosen purpose of my life, "Orion said facetiously. Walburga restrained a giggle, with a kiss on his lips. So he took him home. They hesitated, surprised at hearing from the living room of the vice irritated Pollux above the one of dry Alphard.
"... unacceptable behavior, son! The embarrassment I have caused the humiliation that was close, and I do not mean ... "
" But I did not do nothing "protested the young man eagerly. "I only said ... "
" Well, next time some bright ideas ... keep them for you, "his father rebuked him thundering indignation.
Orion turned his head toward the door, pondering a strategic retreat not to be embroiled in delicate family matters, but the hand of the bride hauled with them over the threshold of the room.
"Father?" Trilled restless.
The two men face to face in front of the fireplace, turned sharply silent instantly. Their expressions are composed in a feigned indifference and Pollux smiled.
"right on schedule. Reliable as always, Orion, "he said kindly, looking at the pendulum.
"Oh, yes, thank goodness he's there," he muttered Alphard angry at his father.
"Thank you, Uncle, 'said Orion, not wishing to get involved. "I must go now, however, my mother will stay looking forward to a report, "he added, impeccable.
"Sure, sure," confirmed the man before a glimpse of the proud daughter. "It 's been a good day?" Said manor.
"Wonderful," she agreed, smiling at her boyfriend.
"I am delighted," said Pollux. "Now you better go to sleep. Everybody, "points out dark, apparently at the child.
"Goodnight everyone," greeted Orion, returning to the door. Walburga him back.
"soon," he greeted anxious.
"You can be sure," confirmed Orion, with a hint of a kiss to the back of his hand. "Sleep well, my dream."
Walburga almost smiled foolishly, with a twirl of the lungs. She looked at him disappear and then turned to climb the stairs, seeing his brother already almost on top of them.
"Alphard" he called softly as not to attract her father, hurrying to catch up. "What happened?" He asked worried.
The magician glanced downstairs, making her mark in first place in the silence of his room. Walburga went in for the sprint, waiting impatiently for the door had closed behind him.
"Do not I did absolutely nothing wrong! We were at a cocktail from Malfoy and we were talking business, and I Abraxas, "he began, taking a walk on the carpet by the bed, on which she sat attentively. "I simply noted that the proposed restrictions by the Minister of Foreign Affairs in relation to Mudblood not meet my favor. I did not know that his wife was behind me, I do not have mica eyes behind your head! "Protested angrily.
"Oh, Alphard ..." she said resignedly. Her brother stared grimly fireplace off, biting her lip.
"So I went to a provocateur, as usual, and a defender of Muggleborn. Can you imagine? Dad has gone crazy, "muttered bleak.
"This is what I mean!" Walburga said disapprovingly. "The rules against ministerial proposals are more than just dirty scum," he added haughtily.
"No, I'm not!" Protested he snapped.
"Alphard" said Walburga shocked.
"Oh, I think, really! Plant them with these stories on the ideological purity of blood, have nothing to do! I'm talking about business, money, investments, "he snapped agitated, gesticulating with vehemence. "The Pureblood families are dwindling, we continue to exchange money between us without the wealth increase, merely moved from one fund family to another! We must engage in sanguesporco business growth, is so hard to understand? "he continued bitterly.
"Mudblood But ..." began Walburga incredulous disgust.
"Mudblood I am the virgin soil to make money," said Alphard determined.
Walburga slowly shook his head, annoyed.
"I am a danger," said Grim.
"I a resource, "said Alphard shaking his head," that does not wait more than to be put to our service. "
" You're exaggerating, Alphard, "she sternly rebuked his sister.
He stared for a moment with parted lips, before frowning and shrugging his shoulders sadly.
"Forget it," he said wearily. "I think I really need to rest. See you at breakfast, sleep well, " liquidity, pulling off her slippers.
Walburga looked at him in silence for a few seconds, sighed wearily and began to leave the room. Last turned back, already beyond the threshold.
"I spent a wonderful day," he announced glad.
"I am happy to know," he said with a smile, faint but sincere.
nodded Walburga reassured, before closing the door and go to bed.
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