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[sacredisprofane]

Characters: Augustus Rookwood and Isadora Roquelaure
Date: Sunday, March 2, 2002
Time: 4:30pm
Location: 230 Hereward Way, St. Merwyn
Rating: PG

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[sacredisprofane]

He handed her his cloak calmly. He was used to those who had house-elves actually having the creature do such duties. He had seen one, hadn't he? Yes, he decided. Which meant, by all rights, the creature should be doing something more important.

As she stumbled over her words, he realized she'd taken his meaning all wrong. Had she really thought--? Yes, apparently she had.

"No, you misunderstand. It is simply that given your own stand during the wars, inviting me into your home is more than slightly odd. Would you not agree? Or have you come to embrace your family's views more than you have led on since being victim to the Ministry's justice?"

A very pointed question, but rather that than her believing he'd thought her forward. Circe, no. Not at all.

It was merely that he had to wonder who was the hunter and who was the prey. He did not play the role of prey well.

Her blush was deep and he wondered if he should leave the statement at that. No.

"However, I assure you, the honor of your company is quite refreshing." She was of the old lines. She would appreciate his somewhat archaic societal rules. Wouldn't she?

[sleep_to_die]

"No, I agree," she replied, hesitantly. "And no...I haven't. The Ministry has not acted accordingly as of late. It's just that...I feel like I ought to...make amends. I believe that I passed judgment on some people far too quickly, and thoughtlessly in the past."

She smiled weakly, a smile that didn't exactly reach her eyes. It was the truth, wasn't it? She basically...did what she was told.

"Thank you," she added. "I really am glad that you decided to come by."

She was being a good girl, after all. Associating with the "right" sort of people.

[sacredisprofane]

"Amends? I was not aware you were in need of making them. However welcome they are."

He looked around the entry way again and smiled slightly, which wasn't a pleasant thing fully half the time.

It would seem, however much they shared a House, he would have to get blunt with her. He hated being blunt. It was lowering himself, being dirty.

"Though, since you are offering, I shall certainly accept your efforts. Shall we discuss these amends over dinner then?" he motioned towards the interior of the house. Was he to play host?

He took a deep breath. No, he was over reacting. He was judging her too harshly. She was just unused to company, she was unused to being in the company of people like himself. Those she had once fought. The thought made him sadistically pleased with himself. She was uncomfortable. Good. It meant he had the power in this meeting.