As the chapters begin to be numerous - and it will become increasingly, of course - I think for ease of reference might be useful to have a general index from which to access them directly. So here's
LIST OF CHAPTERS
Act I - The brilliance
III. Complications and intrigues
VI. Celebrations and dislikes
VII: Beaches and Chat
And then her cousin was in the house and lit the room like a true star. She had left her beautiful flowing hair like a halo of ink, where the oval face was set as a precious gem. The stomach of Orion tenfold their efforts to eject the breakfast at the exact moment when the eyes of Walburga met her and her lips curl into a slight smile. Stunned, it produced a reply that seemed more like a grimace of pain, which is not entirely false.
glimpsed his father and mother and the mother to accept his girlfriend and relatives and how it was used in the family was held at a safe distance from the girl until the time to sit at table, chatting amiably with guests and accepting modestly congratulations and compliments from the crowd which was swelling. A smug smile and pride marked the lips as not to let the words of appreciation for the beauty and rightness of the chosen piled up in his ears. It was true, Walburga was charming and fascinating, subtle and refined in its hovering pose separate. Was content to observe it, resisting the impulse to approach violent and tighten as he dreamed for years.
Walburga had arrived home with my heart in my throat and tried to first cousin of the profile reassuring accommodated in the large hall to accommodate the guests. He had identified a few seconds later and the smile had arisen spontaneously gazing into her figure in black, her face smooth and gray eyes and live. When he had turned his gaze was caught in a crystal-clear air and admiration for the first time in his life was revered even understood what it meant to feel really, totally beautiful. The smile and almost pulled Orion sufferer who had sent it, with a very quick look and suddenly lost that child, alone, betrayed his youth, he had snatched a moment of tenderness and turned on an overpowering urge to hug and let her hold the close. Instead he turned his head and had left flatter and gaze at the present, with grace and good manners.
But when it came time to sit at the table and Walburga was confronted, suddenly, those same eyes and silver this time I decided, calm disintegrated into nothing.
"Cousin ..." he murmured to her Orion Road to the chair, appearing almost completely unaware of the forty pairs of eyes watched the scene. He held out his hand and grabbed Walburga you stagger in the fear that, following meekly to the center of the long table. He waited with unknown stiffness who distance table and the chair he sat, kindly let him reset. When his fingers touched his shoulder of Orion, in assimilation of the chair at the table, held his breath with a sharp jolt.
"Thanks," he murmured with a smile artifact, too stunned to speak naturally.
Orion just smiled with a nod, as he sat at his side.
have him next, so close to the table, under the eyes of all, it was strange. Feel his presence at his side destabilization, it seemed to be able to warn his breath, his scent, almost the consistency of his person. With the breathing hampered by the tremor that kidnapped Walburga hardly ate, exchanging a few words with the guests and handing out small smile distracted. Dignified and refined, but almost unfriendly, merely nibbling lazily and idly sip from his cup.
The boy was in a better situation. When he heard his girlfriend shaking her touch for almost involuntary, the little clarity had been abandoned all his mind and sat down without even being able to respond to his gratitude. He smiled kindly to the relatives and waved back to his grandfather Sirius, who was watching knew from somewhere away. After he realized that eating two bites could only harm the already precarious balance of his digestive system and had settled for a couple of fingers of wine to toast. He could not see Walburga, for fear that it could not hold back from embracing; the mere fact of having close, warm and fragrant, was enough to stun him and talking to would have broken his last stand. When your bowels seemed about to give Orion well settled under the table and chair, with a movement invisible, moving his left leg just enough to bring it in contact with it, very soft, about her.
Walburga He heard her sigh of relief imperceptibly, and hastened to take his napkin to his lips, pretending to nectar, to hide an irrepressible laugh. The cousin saw him, narrowing his eyes with annoyance.
"There is nothing to laugh about," she whispered, but hilarious.
"... You should try to breathe normally, my dear," murmured he enjoyed as the only response.
"Have you noticed that today stutter? Are you able to talk or you do not have an age? "She said with malice, before gently lift the cup at her aunt's.
Orion stared indignantly at once appeased by slight movement of her leg rubbed against his slowly, blocking both breath and irritation.
"It's not my fault that lured the kids," she whispered dry, shaken by the principle of a laugh. Walburga, surprised to swallow a sip of wine, jumped abruptly and choked with the drink. He turned his back and chest, covering his mouth with a handkerchief, coughed repeatedly.
"It's all right, dear cousin?" Orion asked sweetly.
"Thank you ... cousin, all right," she said as soon as he managed to catch your breath, stamping his foot under the table.
"Walburga, are you all right? "eagerly inquired Lucretia sitting in front of her.
"Yes, it was ... it's nothing, thank you," she said, slicing gratitude.
The ice was now broken, but the desire and the sacred atmosphere of embarrassment for the presence of relatives and acquaintances had a marked weight too because their conversation was reduced to a minimum, and their eyes were reluctant to meet. Both the boyfriend who promised they found themselves naturally to dedicate their inviting attention to, comforted only by the gentle warmth of contact between their knees.
Thus, at that luncheon, caught on the vicious rumor that the marriage was due solely to economic interests and issues of power, because the bride and groom barely turned and gave the word show very little mutual interest. The particularity that his girlfriend was older than the husband did not confirm that the malignancy, and despite the fact that, as a result, the depth of their bond was shown repeatedly to be false of quell'illazione, lasted one rumor to die for years to come.
actually had the emotion to prevent them from talking.
After lunch Arcturus Black finally gave the official announcement of the engagement of her niece with her son Orion and Walburga's wedding, scheduled for February 1950. They had been promised to the two mentioned the possibility to shorten as much as possible the time and family, welcomed by a lot of enthusiasm, they had found no reason to oppose. Also because the abbreviation Engagement times were reduced and the risks of unseemly behavior on the part of the couple.
Orion To hear the voice of the father to communicate the news of his impending marriage to Walburga was the realization of a lifelong dream. He managed only to reach out and shake hers, which slowly returned the gesture. Only at the end dell'applauso that followed the words of Arcturus had the strength to turn and look at his girlfriend, whose eyes were injured in the same exaltation. It seemed that everything was perfect and that its existence, from then on, he assumed the tone of a fairy tale sparkling.
While I mentally Orion hailed his good fortune, his cousin Alphard bother to do so much more dramatic: while the bottles were uncorked to celebrate the good news, he thought well of pointing the wand at some of blasting caps them with violence, so the champagne burst impetuously from the hills of the receptacles in foaming cascades that splash even went to several inviting, creating moments of confusion between them and a despicable mess. His aunt took Cassiopeia screamed anxiously when Sigmund, his white, fat poodle, took agitated and barking furiously, knocking to the ground from the tablecloth flat and glass, which broke noisily. In general, the young magician slight confusion melted into frenzied laughter, gazing satisfied with the renewed vitality of the party and his sister to remove stains from the scramble of brocade dress. His sound guffaw, however, died in a sudden silence when he met the scowl of Pollux.
His father in fact found his expressions of enthusiasm and totally unsuited to the occasion, under the eyes a little outraged relatives, drew the young man outside the room. Alphard was seen more or less obliged to obey, well aware of the angry eyes of his sister who followed him.
Pollux made sure they were just before turning his anger to his son.
"I find it funny?" Began in an exasperated hiss.
"Enough," he admitted, looking down.
"How, Alphard, how can you be so grossly rude? Perhaps not taught thee how to keep composed and polite? "Pollux called to him sharply, squared with reproach.
"It was just fun to do, Father," the young man is justified, trying to keep the exasperation. Every time he allowed himself to be overdriven minimally and leave the field open to his imaginative and exuberant character, Alphard was relentlessly crashing against the etiquette of family behavior. In the long run it started to fray: unlike the younger brother was much more lively and unconventional, even excessively.
"We were all quite happy before the thought of your beautiful son," Pollux replied sternly. "And I see you're back drinking a few glasses too many," he added with a warning, noting the opacity of his gaze.
"It 's a party ..." he muttered by way Alphard' apology.
"It's not a good reason for putting on a show. If we wanted a clown we would regularly hired for the occasion, "she rebuked the parent without any appease.
Alphard capitulated, nodding meek.
"I'm sorry, Father. I will try to moderate. "
" I think it's definitely a good idea, "said Pollux, less hard. "I am very nervous lately, Alphard. Whatever it is I hope you do so you can control, "he added, more understanding. "And stop binge drinking," finished, remove the glass in hand, before sighing with a slight slap on his arm and return to the salon.
Walburga was deeply irritated by the attitude of his brother. She was sitting next to Orion for another minute, smiling bystanders to minimize, before getting up with the excuse of wanting to refresh your face and go out in search of his brother and father. He found them next to the kitchen and listened to their last two beats before you see the parent who moved away.
"Our father is right. You should drink less, as I said before, "he said, approaching Alphard while he remained grimly staring at the floor.
"Oh, Walburga, do not start too. I'm sorry I caused a scandal, it was not my intention. End of story, "said the young man nodded curtly bored.
"This is not the point, Alphard," contradicted him as gently as his sister, stopping the movement of his arm in laying an affectionate hand on his wrist. "You have been awfully nice to me and Orion at this time and I'm grateful. But you're so restless, do not understand you more, "he said, with veiled accusations.
"There's nothing to see Walburga," he said casually. "Just because my conduct is exemplary, and sometimes I tend a bit 'to goliardia not ..." He snorted loudly, freeing him from taking and passing his hands through his hair nervously. "You know what, my dear sister?" Replied, irritated. "Maybe I'm just tired of being Alphard Black, 'he said, angrily.
She frowned, annoyed.
"And what should this mean?" Questioned him sharply.
"Only what I said, Walburga," he replied succinctly, with a sarcastic grin. "And now excuse me, I'd better make room in review. He thought that I'm going to apologize to Aunt Cassiopeia and keep company with her and her horrible topocane, "snapped, interrupting the conversation rather abruptly and away quickly.
Alphard was not lying when he said simply feel tired of being who he was. He had tried to maintain his usual good humor and lightness of spirit, but felt increasingly burdened by responsibilities which do not have cared. The good name of Black, the label, the conduct of the family and the prospect of having to replace his father at the head of their branch of the family appeared to be stifling a hood that impede movement. Would have preferred to play that role was Cygnus, where the rest showed very best for him.
Walburga watched him go bitter and confused, without a sense the inner struggle that in a few time would lead to begin the gradual but relentless posting that almost thirty years after it was canceled dall'arazzo family. Just sighed to himself, absorbed, until a voice soft and soothing not grazed his ear.
"Do not worry about your brother, put her head in place, comme nous tous ," Orion murmured, stroking her hand. She smiled instinctively resting the shoulder to the chest while he was satisfied with his sigh. He roused himself, leaving behind the shutter.
"What are you doing here? It 'very inconvenient that the two of us ... "he began abruptly, turning her head to her boyfriend.
"I'm going to give instructions to the servants," he interrupted her sly, touching her lips with her hair. "You, rather, we're a loooong time to cool down his face," he added ironically, enjoying the gentle caress with which she touched his face.
"I'm going," she said with a haughty smile, doing to get away. Orion suddenly grabbed her wrist to hold her up yet, forcing it to stop and look back to the backlash.
"You're even more beautiful with her hair down," he said softly, looking at her without shame. Walburga felt blush with pleasure, but maintained eye contact while the smile curved her lips again.
"Then bring them always so, "murmured shyly, before leaning towards him in a very quick kiss, and finally free from his grip to return to the room.
And he did so, abandoning its usual bun until his death not be made a widow.
Despite the sortie megalomaniac Alphard lunch engagement ended in the best way and the whole family could be said to be very satisfied. Orion Black was finally able to sleep a peaceful sleep for the first time since he set foot in England. His cousin aside Walburga definitely insomnia, and without dinner, went to bed and slept for seventeen hours. Her mother woke her up at lunchtime the next day, while her devout elf flung open the curtains of the room.
"Walburga, it's late," the kindly called Irma.
The girl turned back voluptuously between the sheets, with a slight groan of protest.
"Just a little, mother," mumbled sinking face in the pillow, trying to avert their eyes from the light that hurt them, before issuing a languid puff.
"As you wish my dear," sighed her mother, returning to the door and smiling maliciously to himself. "I remind you that Orion will be here in two hours for your walk," he added casually, before taking the threshold.
"Salazar," snapped the girl sitting up abruptly, suddenly awake and lucid, crossed by a quiver of enthusiasm.
In a moment he pulled the pin on satin slippers and stood ready for the toilet. Wasted no time even to slip the robe and put his forearm, rushing into the bathroom.
"Hey," exclaimed Alphard, about to turn and walked into seeing suddenly overtake. "I became invisible?"
"Ladies first," apologized Walburga, closing the door almost against his nose.
"But I am doing the below!" Vigorously protested the brother.
"It is not necessary to inform the whole neighborhood, dear," her mother casually remarked, sailing with his cloak beside her daughter's new and clean system to hang next to his door. "Go downstairs to get rid of."
Alphard sighed in resignation, taking the stairs with a theatrical sigh.
"Ah, women ..." he muttered to himself.
Pollux's father was slumped in an armchair, surrounded by the reading of the Journal. Threw a fleeting glance when he saw him emerge from the bathroom, just down the newspaper.
"Your sister is gone?" He asked casually.
"It was barricaded in the bathroom a minute ago for restoration," confirmed Alphard patiently.
'Do prepare lunch, eat in half an hour, "established the parent, nodding.
Alphard obeyed willingly and spent the next twenty minutes careful analysis of the real estate market situation in Spain, an interest which the mix for the head for some time. He saw suddenly reappear Walburga, combed and refreshed, dangerously interested in his hobby. He knew what he wanted to ask.
"What are you doing?" Asked his sister innocently.
"Nothing that a female brain might be interested," the mocked him, playfully winking.
"Very funny. Intend to continue after lunch your readings with men? "He asked vaguely, leaning against the doorway of his room.
"Probably," confirmed Alphard noncommittally.
sister expectations that the reason for asking that question, but he just looked good and had to finally take Walburga the initiative.
"Would you help me to choose the dress?" Asked Angelica.
Alphard sighed, placing his hand over his documents.
"Why me?" Murmured defeated.
"Because you're a male," he remarked condescendingly Walburga.
"Exactly. What do you know which of lace and lace? "
"Absolutely nothing, my kinsman rude," confirmed Walburga unruffled. "But at least be able to recognize something like another male," he concluded, sagacious.
"Yes. What's underneath the clothes, "he grinned slyly.
"Fool!" I rebuked her sister, blushing slightly. "Come on, what it cost you?"
"Of course nothing, my dear, and I'll do whatever you want, "confirmed his brother dramatically, putting her hand to her heart. "But now let me finish the page and then go down to lunch," he added, more composed.
She nodded briefly and slipped away to go to reach his mother.
The feeding time was marked by a certain anxiety on the part of the young, however, illuminated by a beatific smile. Her mother watched with pride and with a slight melancholy, finally realizing that her daughter was preparing to leave the nest. He had never seen anywhere near as happy to meet with Thomas and was happy in his heart of that change of plans.
After lunch Alphard was dragged from her sister to reconsider her wardrobe, now he seemed to know by heart. Irma joined the cheerful company, and within ten minutes skirts and petticoats were carefully stretched on any flat surface available to help a faster choice. The elf trotted from one side of the room carrying clothes and accessories.
'E' absolutely punished too, "commented decided Alphard, coordinated at the elegant blue were examining.
"But son, do not have some ... well, it seems appropriate," said the mother conciliatory.
"Sure. Then we can add a nice cap to cover his face and my cousin will ask if you are walking with his girlfriend or on leave with an Executioner, "Celio convinced him to do.
Walburga laughed, aside the complete and unleashing another dress.
"This is absolutely perfect," trilled Irma admired.
"I have something to say about choosing the color of ocher as seduction," he said casually Alphard.
"Your sister should not seduce anyone!" Strongly protested the mother, pointing a finger at.
"Walburga?" Asked him for confirmations.
She snorted, shaking his head, then put on display a long green dress bottle.
"The color is fine?" He asked ironically, while her brother was smiling amused.
"Yes"
"I feel great," said Irma resolute.
Walburga was observed in the mirror critically. The soft skirt of her dress bandaged legs and a nice top embroidery adorned the chest to stop at the neck, like an arabesque.
Overall it was extremely refined.
"We all agree?" Said Merry.
"Definitely," confirmed his mother, while Alphard nodded satisfied.
Orion arrived five minutes early, and his uncle made him sit in a room with a smile as benevolent as a groom could ever hope for. His cousin joined them in turn to make the presence and the two young wizards undertook under the auspices of Pollux a brief conversation on the business plans for the future, completely unaware that this rapid exchange of words would have developed the seed of a family cooperation designed to be extremely successful, involving even after Cygnus and development on a very wide scope that in its moment of maximum splendor would be pushed up from England to South America and Russia.
Walburga Then came in the room and the attention of Orion was completely absorbed by her.
"Good morning, Orion," simply saluted the bride, holding the hand of alabaster.
"Walburga adored," he said with a hint of a kiss, then leave without taking on his delicate fingers.
Alphard barely choked out a laugh in the shade and slightly vacuous that kidnapped her gray eyes had taken on, clearing his voice with a start unconvincing.
"Where are you going to go with her, Orion?" Pollux intervened, sharing with his son one of their few knowing looks and keeping in turn amused smile.
"I thought for a walk on the coast, uncle," promptly replied Orion, glancing inquiringly towards Walburga to catch any signs of opposition.
"Seaside," she said enthusiastically. "It seems to me an excellent idea."
Pollux nodded with polite approval, casually stretching his beard with one hand.
"It 's a beautiful sunny day. Well, good walk. I want to Walburga is home to eight and a half, if you want to dine out, "gave kindly, but with a look intimidating enough in the direction of her nephew.
"Yes sir, Uncle," he agreed, nodding repeatedly. "Message received." He turned to Walburga, smiling with contentment is impossible to conceal. "Come, my dear?" He asked, holding out his arm.
She ran her hand over her elbow, gently squeezing the grip.
"Definitely, Orion," he said, while his fingers clung affectionately to him. They did not take that from the door, under the gaze of the family concerned, and smiled one last time to Walburga Orion, who pressed her grip and closed his eyes, and both dematerialized.
Well.
What a shame.
So to be inexcusable, in fact I have no excuses. I mean, I have one but it is so stupid that puts me in a quandary, because it makes clear the size of my stupidity. I've written other things in these weeks I had in mind but also PF and, behold, there was a scene that I wanted to enter the lair of the BDT in my Marauder. In fact I have it set right now. It 's a scene that I care a lot and, well, here, I might put us all this time to decide which side to enter - because I have not tried hard. That's right, it took me three weeks to choose how to cut a scene already written. And yet I am not convinced.
... Guys, everyone has their own mental problems.
back to us.
The scene in question is from one of the final sections of Perfetc Family Act III - The Fall. So if you want to preserve the surprise, do not read it. Although not a great revelation because in short, that Sirius is gone home I think you all know ^__^.
For those interested, therefore, can be found here:
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