Fri, Nov 21, Greece, Bad News
Who: Isabella and Forbes
When: Friday, November 21, morning
Where: Somewhere in Greece
What: Forbes gets some bad news from home
*Forbes*
Forbes sat on the couch reading over the black letter he had recieved via owl just moments before. He looked detached, slightly vacant, as his eyes scanned the silver script. He sighed and tossed the letter down on the coffee table.
*Isabella*
She looked up from her spot on another chair.
"Forbes? What is it? What's wrong?"
*Forbes*
He sighed again and stood up.
"Well... Vacation's off... For the moment anyway..."
*Isabella*
She jumped to her feet quickly and went over to Forbes.
"Forbes, what happened? Talk to me," she said, running her hand over his arm.
*Forbes*
He forced a smile to her.
"My father's died.... Rather suddenly. My family was gracious enough to invite me to the funeral..."
*Isabella*
She wrapped her arms around him tightly.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry, Forbes," she said softly. "Were you close?"
*Forbes*
He wrapped an arm around her.
"You may surmise by the fact that I am discovering his death and indeed his ill-health by being invited to the funeral and not recieving a personal communication from my mother that we were not especially close, no."
: *Isabella*
"But he's still family," she said simply.
"Do you want to go? To the funeral?"
: *Forbes*
He nodded.
"Yes, he is still family. And it's not so much a matter of wanting to go. I have to go. I'll never live it down if I don't..."
*Isabella*
She managed a small smile. Reaching up, she caressed Forbes' cheek with her hand.
"I know. It'll be alright, Forbes. Trust me," she reassured him.
"Do you want me to come with you?"
*Forbes*
He managed a more genuine smile this time.
"Well... I'd like very much for you to come with me... But it's England again, you're a wanted person."
: *Isabella*
"I'm sure I can manage not to get caught. It's not like we're going to be walking into the Ministry and going, 'I'm back'," she teased with a smile.
"I can do a glamour if you think that'll help."
*Forbes*
He nodded.
"Well, if you're up to it... At least we won't be in the city, hopefully you'll be able to relax more... And we will both stay as far away from the Ministry as possible."
*Isabella*
She nodded.
"I'd do just about anything for you, Forbes. I love you," she said quietly, rubbing her thumb over his cheek before she blushed. Oh Christ on Corcovado, she'd fallen for him. And told him she loved him. Well, this would be problematic.
"Where does your family live anyways?"
: *Forbes*
He smiled a little more broadly. She really was devoted, it was charming in a clingy sort of way.
"You're wonderful, you know that? We live in Brechin, near Montrose. Some minor manor my mother managed to snag away from the rest of her family who live up in Inverness."
*Isabella*
She nodded.
"Well, I think my things are still packed. I'll need something for the funeral though.. I don't think my clothes are appropriate. And I certainly can't wear what I wore to Fernando's..."
: *Forbes*
He laughed.
"Errr... no, not in the least. You'll need something black and elegant... Very conservative no doubt... We'll find you something..."
Isabella*
"Should we go shopping here?" she asked, running her hands over Forbes' shirt nervously. It'd be okay. She wouldn't get caught. They'd be fine.
"When do we leave?"
*Forbes*
He pondered that a moment.
"Probably should go shopping there... And, well... The funeral's not till Sunday but we should probably leave soon..."
*Isabella*
She nodded.
"Well, I didn't unpack, so I'm ready to go whenever you are," she said with a smile.
*Forbes*
He nodded.
"Well, let me get some things together and we can go..."
*Isabella*
She nodded as she stood on her toes and kissed him before going to get her coat and put on shoes. Stupid England with its cold weather. And the second funeral in a week. Hopefully this wasn't a ploy to get them back to England.
When: Friday, November 21, morning
Where: Somewhere in Greece
What: Forbes gets some bad news from home
*Forbes*
Forbes sat on the couch reading over the black letter he had recieved via owl just moments before. He looked detached, slightly vacant, as his eyes scanned the silver script. He sighed and tossed the letter down on the coffee table.
*Isabella*
She looked up from her spot on another chair.
"Forbes? What is it? What's wrong?"
*Forbes*
He sighed again and stood up.
"Well... Vacation's off... For the moment anyway..."
*Isabella*
She jumped to her feet quickly and went over to Forbes.
"Forbes, what happened? Talk to me," she said, running her hand over his arm.
*Forbes*
He forced a smile to her.
"My father's died.... Rather suddenly. My family was gracious enough to invite me to the funeral..."
*Isabella*
She wrapped her arms around him tightly.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry, Forbes," she said softly. "Were you close?"
*Forbes*
He wrapped an arm around her.
"You may surmise by the fact that I am discovering his death and indeed his ill-health by being invited to the funeral and not recieving a personal communication from my mother that we were not especially close, no."
: *Isabella*
"But he's still family," she said simply.
"Do you want to go? To the funeral?"
: *Forbes*
He nodded.
"Yes, he is still family. And it's not so much a matter of wanting to go. I have to go. I'll never live it down if I don't..."
*Isabella*
She managed a small smile. Reaching up, she caressed Forbes' cheek with her hand.
"I know. It'll be alright, Forbes. Trust me," she reassured him.
"Do you want me to come with you?"
*Forbes*
He managed a more genuine smile this time.
"Well... I'd like very much for you to come with me... But it's England again, you're a wanted person."
: *Isabella*
"I'm sure I can manage not to get caught. It's not like we're going to be walking into the Ministry and going, 'I'm back'," she teased with a smile.
"I can do a glamour if you think that'll help."
*Forbes*
He nodded.
"Well, if you're up to it... At least we won't be in the city, hopefully you'll be able to relax more... And we will both stay as far away from the Ministry as possible."
*Isabella*
She nodded.
"I'd do just about anything for you, Forbes. I love you," she said quietly, rubbing her thumb over his cheek before she blushed. Oh Christ on Corcovado, she'd fallen for him. And told him she loved him. Well, this would be problematic.
"Where does your family live anyways?"
: *Forbes*
He smiled a little more broadly. She really was devoted, it was charming in a clingy sort of way.
"You're wonderful, you know that? We live in Brechin, near Montrose. Some minor manor my mother managed to snag away from the rest of her family who live up in Inverness."
*Isabella*
She nodded.
"Well, I think my things are still packed. I'll need something for the funeral though.. I don't think my clothes are appropriate. And I certainly can't wear what I wore to Fernando's..."
: *Forbes*
He laughed.
"Errr... no, not in the least. You'll need something black and elegant... Very conservative no doubt... We'll find you something..."
Isabella*
"Should we go shopping here?" she asked, running her hands over Forbes' shirt nervously. It'd be okay. She wouldn't get caught. They'd be fine.
"When do we leave?"
*Forbes*
He pondered that a moment.
"Probably should go shopping there... And, well... The funeral's not till Sunday but we should probably leave soon..."
*Isabella*
She nodded.
"Well, I didn't unpack, so I'm ready to go whenever you are," she said with a smile.
*Forbes*
He nodded.
"Well, let me get some things together and we can go..."
*Isabella*
She nodded as she stood on her toes and kissed him before going to get her coat and put on shoes. Stupid England with its cold weather. And the second funeral in a week. Hopefully this wasn't a ploy to get them back to England.