Date:April 11, 2000
Time: Just before 2pm
Character(s) Involved: Fleur Delacour-Weasley, Severus Snape, Montague Morsus, (Millicent Morsus?)
Complete
Rating: PG-13 to R (possibility for bad language and conflict?)
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It seemed that Fleur had just said farewell to Nymphadora )
Besides, Montague and Millicent had been his, and he could not help but feel that he had failed them, or else succeeded too well in leading by example, as they were clearly amongst those of his Snakelets whom he had not been able to turn away from the Death Eater path. He did not believe them to be so imprudent as to behave blatantly illegally unless they were certain of the lack of discovery. It was certainly not by accident that the two had avoided imprisonment thus far!
He did not expect unpleasantness--the Morsus, like so many others, not excluding himself, had learnt to pattern their ( ... )
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"Salute, Mrs. Weasley," Montague greeted the beautiful femme, taking in the sight of her stylish outfit (if only it were less formal!). "Enchante," he said, his voice silky and suave, as he made to lean for a hand-kissing - a movement that was startled for the briefest of seconds when he noticed ( ... )
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"Now is not the time to speak of such things," he said very quietly once the receptionist had turned her attention away from the french woman.
Morsus looked resplendent, and dangerous. Severus was more glad of his decision to accompany Mrs Weasley on this visit, even as he suspected it left his own loyalties quite confused in Morsus' calculations.
Confusion, where others' opinions of him were concerned, was his 'friend', and he fostered it as often as he could.
"Mr Morsus," Severus said, returning the respectful bow slightly. "As I have not yet had opportunity to view your collection, I am glad of the opportunity to do so. For the moment, however, I am merely here in role of escort to Mrs Weasley."
His implacable expression betrayed nothing though he met Montague's eyes boldly, secure in his Occlumency.
"Another time, perhaps, I might be granted a visit of pleasure, rather than business."
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At Severus' insistance Fleur was dutifully silenced with a slight flush at having forgot she was not exactly on friendly territory. It seemed too often she allowed her mouth to run away at will.
In any case, she did not miss the emergence of one Montague Morsus. As he approached she took in his fashionable look appreciately; taking note of the care with which he was put together. A man who definitely thought highly of appearances, or at the least outward ones.
She smiled as he took her delicate hand and pressed it to his lips. "Bonjour, Monsieur Morsus." She said with a very slight curtsy and bow of her head. To this man she may be a half-blood, tainted with the blood of the Veela, but Fleur's family had long been in the graces of French society, and Fleur came equipped with her own good breeding.
"Eet eez indeed a pleasure, Monsieur, and merci beaucoup, for zee eenvite."
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As she took a sip from the goblet she looked up at Severus who had begun speaking and nodded, moving the glass from her lips. "Oui, your 'ospitality is geenerous, Monsieur, but I know you are a busy man, and I do not wish to monopolize your entire afternoon. I am sure you 'ave many ozzer meetings and people to see."
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One has to like performing the Cruciatus, for example, for it to be truly effective ( ... )
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Though, whether one liked the hard, cold fact or not, money did buy power in many forms. Grudging respect borne of unwilling but necessary gratitude was a toe-hold in the door. Severus did not envy Minerva her upcoming battles to keep that nothing more than a toe-hold.
Smirking knowingly at Morsus over Fleur's head, he gave him a small nod of acknowledgment. Morsus knew how to play the game quite well, indeed.
"I'm sure the Headmistress will be pleased with any donation, Montague. No one would consider you anything less than generous, I assure you."
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