punctual as a Swiss watch (but do not say stupid things) against all odds, here's the new song ...
to you will judge.
Walburga When he returned home from walking with Alphard Thomas found himself on the chair beside her bed, with the bottle still sealed front and biscuits uncut. Was disrupted by fatigue and fever, because for days he could not rise from the mind the thought of having voluntarily given up Orion, and then probably for their own happiness.
"It 's a bit that you and I do not talk," he said with an affectionate smile, that woman's eyes could not help but be threatening.
"I thought it was clear, the last time," she objected with a suggestive glance at his hand, now carefully protected by gloves.
"Liquor? Biscuits? "Proposed Alphard do with pleasant.
Walburga wrinkled his nose, gazing with uncertainty for sweets, which were reserved for the rest of her as the bottle at him.
"What do you want?" Asked unruly.
"Just to know why you do not sleep," his brother said simply.
"I'm nervous, it is not appropriate to make a play," she said, only to sit on the bed and grab a cookie.
"Yes it is, because you keep me awake and make me too nervous," he objected strenuously.
"Oh, I regret enormously," barked Walburga coldly. "I will try to make less noise."
Alphard shook his head, pouring a glass of whiskey.
"This is not the point, you know."
She stared at him grim, while the young man began to drink.
"I'm just a bit 'of things on my mind, Alphard. "
He repeated the same shake of his head, opting for a frontal attack.
"No. You have only one thing on my mind and not the seat of your boyfriend. "
" Alphard! You are vulgar! "Protested Walburga, hoisting a shocked and grasping nervously to another biscuit. "Leave me alone, no mood for jokes."
"Okay. You must be joking, then, "said Alphard without yielding. "You have only one thing on my mind and that thing is the small Orion Black."
"Alphard, get out!" She snapped enraged, raising his hand threateningly.
"No."
"Look, you get a slap."
"You can pull even forty blows, but both the beautiful eyes of our cousin will remain stuck in the mind. Or am I wrong? "The provoked him, emptying his glass with a throat.
For a moment he was sure that her sister would hit with something big and blunt: Walburga the peering eyes narrowed, her lips curled in what seemed at first glance to be a gesture of hate. Closed instinctively eyelids, waiting for the shot, and only when he heard a sob come from her sister out of bed and then realized that it was not hatred, but with tears.
Walburga had burst into tears, his head bowed to hide the evidence of weakness, sobbing quietly and desperately, with his hands clutching the edge of the mattress. Alphard displaced watched for a few seconds, almost in disbelief, and finally got up to go and settle down next to her and hug her. His sister is pressed against, and, burying her face in the bosom of his beloved brother, gave vent to his very human tears.
Alphard let her do, stroking hair and rocking her gently in his arms, until her convulsions became less violent. Then lifted her chin with one hand and smiled wiping away some tears.
"Go talk to him, Walburga, is not better than you."
She groaned, hiding her face again in the piece.
"I am engaged!" Protested one last hiccup.
"Died a Minister if he makes another," said Alphard wisely.
She stood firm and subsided into his arms, sniffling from time to time.
"How do you know Orion is wrong?" Asked suspicious, raising his head suddenly.
Alphard snorted, uncertain, and then opted for an honest answer.
"Cygnus has been here," he explained briefly.
"It 's a family plot?" She asked spiteful, a faint smile to dance in the irises.
"That's right. And 'no point in trying to oppose, "he confirmed with a grimace Mephistopheles.
She bit her lip, gloomy and distressed.
"If I talk to him will not change things. We are both getting married to someone else, " murmured defeat.
"But you tell us," insisted Alphard decided.
Walburga let out a long sigh.
"Okay," capitulated in a whisper.
"Now, Walburga," he pointed out, in a tone that brooked no reply. "Go and refresh your face and then I'll go with their aunt and uncle."
"But they are reduced as a filthy muggle ..." she protested in horror, pointing to the crumpled dress worn all day.
Alphard pulled up without giving her a straight, pushing toward the door.
"I'm relatively certain that you also rolled into guano hippogriff and he would notice. In fact, why do not we stop to take a bath in the swamp along the way? "He joked, pushing until they had reached the bathroom door. She came in and started to close the door, interrupting the action to see that he remained motionless there in front.
"Alphard?"
"control that will not be the brilliant idea to get away," he explained patiently to her brother.
Walburga laughed and closed the door on his Alphard roguish grin and let out a sigh of relief. Now everything was in the hands of Orion, and he hoped very much that you did nothing wrong in the family or the definition of "physical torture" have reached new levels and superfine. Walburga Black
While he tried to return something decent that does not make her look like a disgusting muggles, said the Orion stared absently at the ceiling of their room, as did that part for days without significant disruption if not strictly necessary for survival. When she heard the doorbell thought that they were visits to the parents or at most a new improvised Cygnus, and there made the slightest chance. Paid no attention to the hurried footsteps on the stairs and the rhythmic patter of women and that in a moment of greater clarity would have immediately identified as belonging to the woman of his dreams. Instead snapped sat with a grin angry when the door of his room burst open and no one had asked permission, but his indignant protest died on the lips in front of the smile and blue eyes of her cousin Walburga.
With one last shred of dignity will prevent him from jumping to his feet and run towards.
"Look," he informed Instead, dryly, "that if you decide you no longer want to see me six decidedly in the wrong place, Walburga."
"I am aware," she agreed smugly, nervously clasping her hands.
"Okay," sighed the young man, turning and stretching your legs toward the ground. 'Why are you here, cousin? "
' No, I do not know either. Aphard told me ... "
" Alphard? You are here on behalf of Alphard? "Interrupted Orion, aloof.
Walburga shook his head repeatedly, with natural elegance.
"He told me that I had come, and Cygnus," said foolishly. It was strange but now that I had before could not only put together a sensible reasoning. What a funny thing, love.
"Are you here to do a favor to your brothers? It 'a beautiful gesture, "said he seconded by shifting gaze to the library that adorned the wall to be extremely bored.
"No. Why do I need you ... and ... "her voice failed with the breath, before deglutisse hard.
Orion received the sentence as a plant that needs water, feeling it glide like silk across your body. He went back to look at her, disheveled and shaken, his face flushed and distorted, ashen with fatigue and possible tears. And it was absolutely perfect, and it was because she was there.
"You needed me," he repeated, almost dreamy.
Walburga could only nod: he had already said all I could.
There was nothing romantic or sophisticated, as it should be the case of two Black. She was absolutely unwatchable and he had the look of one who does not sleep for days and in all probability was in urgent need of a bathroom, at least judging by how the jet-black hair stood glued to the head. Yet it was enough that he was looking at those with gray eyes and very deep and could even pretend not to notice what was filthy. It was all totally out of place.
Orion ran his hand over his face, as if trying to wake up.
then took a step forward, a second and a third was not long before her. He went to find his hands with his and squeezed gently, like precious jewels. He looked for a moment and then smiled, a smile that was not nearly so from him, very short and even clumsy, but so light that lit up her face as she was. And only then bowed his head slowly forward, as if to give her time to protest. Walburga was careful not to do so and in a second cousin's lips were on his back, his hands and then gently pulling the plane until it against his body dry, for in an embrace so strong that it almost shortness of breath. Orion
held her with the clear intention never to let get away, enjoying only the second time the sweetness of his lips and already knowing that he could not do without it. He felt against his own chest full softness of her breasts and hands under the thin line of life, so tight and thin that he seemed on the verge of vanishing. When Walburga parted her lips allowing his tongue to venture a delicate intrusion knees trembled and her tongue when he imitated her and there tied, flooding it with her warm breath and trembling, the shaking was an earthquake that starting from stomach radiated throughout the body with a shudder, and he had to break away from her and take a breath, his face sinking into the mass of soft hair of the woman.
"Orion ..." Walburga began in a whisper.
"I love you, "he whispered hoarsely against his ear like a small shell.
Walburga lost the thread and the breath, biting his lip under his caress.
"Orion ..." he tried again, weakly.
"I love you," he said again and this time he chewed that ear delicious, delicately haunting the cartilage and then the lobe.
"Orion," groaned Walburga in a trembling voice. "I am engaged."
"I love you," was the same, unflappable response blown against his neck from his lips that they were exploring. Walburga had to cling to his back for not losing his balance, twisted by the heat that pervades it.
"... And you're going to marry."
"I love you," he insisted Orion sliding along his sternum with his mouth and wiping his nose on the skin, down to the neckline of the dress, the voice sounded almost mocking and amused.
"There ..."
"Walburga," the exasperated interrupted, raising his head to look into her eyes and placing his finger on his lips tight to request silence. "The response will still love you. Shut up for once, "intimate, authoritarian.
"I love you," she murmured, barely holding back a laugh.
Orion smiled again in his incredible way bright and Walburga absently thought that when they had children they had to have that same smile. Realizing that the project is to procreate it clashed with its previous resolutions to stop the affair in the bud kissed his cheek, gently.
"We are both committed."
"The betrothal can break, Walburga, "he said phlegmatic, unruffled.
"And I'm older than you," she added, leaving tighten further.
"But you love me in spite of this and nobody cares. Who would criticize a marriage like ours? "
" I have a terrible temper, "she added more and more weakly, while the wide smile grew on his lips.
"There is no need for you to tell me, I know perfectly from me. But give me back the boy who knows nothing, and I promise that I will make your life a living hell, " Orion said again, with absolute determination and total mastery of the conversation. She liked the way he always manage to get control of the situation as it was in its elegant and secure manner.
'It is too strange. I've seen you grow, Orion, when I pulled up the laundry ... "she said reluctantly as a last weapon, coming abruptly interrupted by a hungry kiss that made her forget for a moment that you were talking.
"This is something that is not pleasant to be reminded by his woman," he warned with the severity of benign, without off completely from his lips.
"I'm not your woman," she objected, with so little conviction that resulted ridiculous even to herself.
" Oui, thou eg," murmured Orion with irrepressible excitement.
"It pains me immensely to give you trouble, but I suspect that your mother might find this scene, Orion, and is climbing the stairs at the moment," came the voice of impersonal Alphard, coming from the corridor. "Luckily I have preceded it," added the young wizard with a sly smile.
They had just enough time to melt the embrace that Melania MacMillan Black peeped from the side of his nephew, smiling benevolently under the perfect bun that collected the hair.
"So, Alphard told me that you have important news, you two," trilled, while Walburga widened his eyes, throwing her brother inceneritrice which he replied with a look as composed of an innocent shrug. "What is it?"
Walburga opened his mouth in search of an excuse, but Orion was faster, grabbed her hand and stepped toward the mother, straightening nobly raising her head and torso.
"I want to marry Walburga, mother," he announced confidently, proud.
Melanie said her son without changing expression, with only change in the look that politely curious became perplexed. He moved his eyes on his grandson in a mute question, Walburga, now that was made, arranged the folds of her dress with an elegant gesture of the hand and neck stood up, composing in a stately pose.
"Orion?" His mother called him in amazement.
"I'm going to ask his wife Walburga in tomorrow and will burst immediately my engagement with Katrina Von Tielsen, "repeated the boy without a trace of hesitation.
The mother repeatedly slammed his eyes, watching as an outsider. He returned again to watch her granddaughter, then his hand close to her son and then looked at her face with reasonable suspicion. Walburga graciously shook his head, fixing her hair tied back as always.
"Oh ... I'm willing, aunt," he took care to say.
dispelled this last question, Melanie brought attention to its second and suddenly he opened his mouth, doing to speak, he remained to the last, by purchasing a calm composure.
"I think it is time to talk to your father, Orion," he cried, hard.
The boy nodded firmly, before turning slightly toward Walburga and take his hand to the face, gently baciandone back.
"I'll see you tomorrow," he concluded, agreed. She nodded in response, with a rapt smile. "Cousin," he continued, past Alphard to leave the room, directly in the study of his father.
"Orion," greeted each other before turning back towards his sister. She smiled happily and grabbed his arm, according to her aunt to the lower level. Walburga and Alphard Black
While returning home, Orion resolutely faced his father. Arcturus welcomed him in his studio and completely oblivious to his son informed him of the change without too much preamble of his wedding plans. The parent listened to his words silently, pensive and bleak, until he had finished explaining and stood in silence, waiting for his trial. Arcturus is
took the time to get up from your desk and walk the perimeter slowly, adjusting his whiskers with his fingers outstretched. Finally he turned to look at him, seriously.
"How long this thing goes on, Orion?" She asked firmly.
The boy shook his head, without delay.
"Since I can remember, Father."
The Von Tielsen are a prominent and wealthy family, "said the man, considering the situation.
"Walburga Black is a" contradicted him his son, reasonable. "Ed has the same blood in our veins."
"My cousin Pollux relies heavily on union with the Burkes," he went on Arcturus, returning slowly to his seat.
"That union will not," Orion said with firmness. "It also will be happy union with a Black. The assets remain in the family. "
had in mind a ready answer to every possible objection, because for years, in their fantasies, dreamed of a similar announcement. But his father was silent, pensive and thoughtful, without adding additional topics and the young man did the same, with limited support Security his penetrating gaze.
Arcturus looked at the son's eyes for a long moment and read the metal gleams in their certainty that he would not be deterred. With a long sigh she put her hands together before his face, closing his eyes focused. It was tearing two engagements in one fell swoop, both extremely competitive, attracting noise and chatter. On the other hand, the Black family was strong enough to withstand very well distinguished and a scandal of far greater scope and the woman that her son was going to marry was not a witch or whatever a girl of uncertain birth, but possessed all the qualities suitable to make a Black wonderful lady, since she was already one of them. This situation could offer many advantages, not least the generation of heirs of pure blood that would bring new vigor and vitality to the house.
not resist the temptation to keep younger son on the face of the expression of mild anxiety and restlessness that he could not entirely conceal, Arcturus mockingly took some other moment of apparent reflection before you sigh loudly.
"I'll talk to your uncle, Orion, when you made the proposal," he concluded, austere.
The face of the young hopeful was opened in his bright smile, as he approached to shake hands with the parent above the table top.
"Thank you, Father."
The man nodded, almost distracted.
"Now let's break this engagement Germanic, Orion," he concluded practice.
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