RP: Tears and Revelations
Characters: Theodore Nott, Anastasia Nott (NPC), Aunt Margaret (NPC)
Location: The house
Date: June 8, 2000
Status/Warning: n/a.
Summary: Theo finally tells Anastasia.
Completion: Complete.
Theo tossed back the glass of scotch, feeling the burn. He could feel Aunt Margaret's penetrating gaze, Anastasia's confusion. Since they'd come home he'd caught them giving each other worried looks about him, and who could blame them? He wasn't sleeping, was driving Anastasia nuts by sticking close by when not working. Not that he worked. He was certain he'd get called into his boss's office and get told to look for work elsewhere. He looked terrible, and felt worse. But he couldn't put it off any longer.
He turned to face them. HIs family. He looked at Aunt Margaret first. "Thank you."
She looked startled. "For what?"
He gave her a wan smile. "For sticking with us. I know it can't have been easy dealing with Father."
She looked away. He wouldn't have been surprised if she had guessed what happened, all those years ago. She looked back, tears in her eyes. "I love you both like you're my own."
He moved to her and hugged her, feeling her stiffen in surprise. He'd never initiated affection with her, not since he started at Hogwarts. She wrapped her arms around him, and he could feel her tears splashing on his neck.
"I need to talk to Anastasia alone." He said quietly, and she gulped, nodding. Stepping back, she wiped her face and tried to smile, but left and Theo turned to face Anastasia.
She was looking at him, scared. "Dorey?" He moved to sit next to her on the couch.
"Stasia." She blinked at the unexpected nickname. "You know I love you, right?"
She looked at him, and he was struck anew at how she'd grown. Past the black clothes and makeup and such, she was becoming a teenager, baby face melting into a woman he hoped he'd recognize. She nodded, and he put an arm around her.
"I need to tell you something. Its pretty awful, and it's going to hurt, but you deserve to know." He took a deep breath, and slowly, haltingly, told her the memories he found. He started crying, silent tears creeping past his guard, but kept going, feeling Anastasia start to shake as he got to the part where their father, no, HIS father, killed their mother. He went silent, and looked down on her, seeing her huddled into him.
"I'm so sorry." He whispered, squeezing her close. "I'm sorry...."
She looked up at him, makeup smeared. "Me too, Dorey." She wiped her face and took his in her hands. Speaking far past her years, "But it wasn't your fault. None of it."
He felt his heart turn over. Smiling at her through the moisture in his eyes, he said, "I guess now would be a good time to say I want you around full time."
Stasia's eyes widened. "I can go to Hogwarts?" He nodded, and she threw herself at him, shaking, and he held her, eyes closing.
He opened them to see Aunt Margaret in the doorway, tears on her face. He reached out with one hand, and she rushed to them, and they sat there, crying for a bit. As they slowly quieted, Theo sighed. Aunt Margaret looked over at him. "Oh, Teddy. "
Hearing his old nickname, he asked, "Did you suspect?"
She nodded, looking sad. "Your mum used to tell me everything. I knew she was holding something back, but I had no idea..." She trailed off.
"Did she ever give you any hints who...." Anastasia asked, glancing at Theo. He gave her a squeeze. "Is that ok, Dorey?" He nodded. Anything for his sister.
Aunt Margaret sighed. "No, except that she spent more time corresponding with someone at the Ministry. Given your father's affiliations, I wouldn't be surprised if he was an Auror."
Theo sighed. He'd look into it, but wouldn't be surprised if they never knew Anastasia's real father was.
"I love you, Stasia." He murmured, kissing her on the forehead. He looked at Aunt Margaret. "You too, Aunt Maggi." She kissed him on the forehead, and moved, urging Stasia up to get to bed. It was early, but he thought maybe, this evening he could sleep.
Location: The house
Date: June 8, 2000
Status/Warning: n/a.
Summary: Theo finally tells Anastasia.
Completion: Complete.
Theo tossed back the glass of scotch, feeling the burn. He could feel Aunt Margaret's penetrating gaze, Anastasia's confusion. Since they'd come home he'd caught them giving each other worried looks about him, and who could blame them? He wasn't sleeping, was driving Anastasia nuts by sticking close by when not working. Not that he worked. He was certain he'd get called into his boss's office and get told to look for work elsewhere. He looked terrible, and felt worse. But he couldn't put it off any longer.
He turned to face them. HIs family. He looked at Aunt Margaret first. "Thank you."
She looked startled. "For what?"
He gave her a wan smile. "For sticking with us. I know it can't have been easy dealing with Father."
She looked away. He wouldn't have been surprised if she had guessed what happened, all those years ago. She looked back, tears in her eyes. "I love you both like you're my own."
He moved to her and hugged her, feeling her stiffen in surprise. He'd never initiated affection with her, not since he started at Hogwarts. She wrapped her arms around him, and he could feel her tears splashing on his neck.
"I need to talk to Anastasia alone." He said quietly, and she gulped, nodding. Stepping back, she wiped her face and tried to smile, but left and Theo turned to face Anastasia.
She was looking at him, scared. "Dorey?" He moved to sit next to her on the couch.
"Stasia." She blinked at the unexpected nickname. "You know I love you, right?"
She looked at him, and he was struck anew at how she'd grown. Past the black clothes and makeup and such, she was becoming a teenager, baby face melting into a woman he hoped he'd recognize. She nodded, and he put an arm around her.
"I need to tell you something. Its pretty awful, and it's going to hurt, but you deserve to know." He took a deep breath, and slowly, haltingly, told her the memories he found. He started crying, silent tears creeping past his guard, but kept going, feeling Anastasia start to shake as he got to the part where their father, no, HIS father, killed their mother. He went silent, and looked down on her, seeing her huddled into him.
"I'm so sorry." He whispered, squeezing her close. "I'm sorry...."
She looked up at him, makeup smeared. "Me too, Dorey." She wiped her face and took his in her hands. Speaking far past her years, "But it wasn't your fault. None of it."
He felt his heart turn over. Smiling at her through the moisture in his eyes, he said, "I guess now would be a good time to say I want you around full time."
Stasia's eyes widened. "I can go to Hogwarts?" He nodded, and she threw herself at him, shaking, and he held her, eyes closing.
He opened them to see Aunt Margaret in the doorway, tears on her face. He reached out with one hand, and she rushed to them, and they sat there, crying for a bit. As they slowly quieted, Theo sighed. Aunt Margaret looked over at him. "Oh, Teddy. "
Hearing his old nickname, he asked, "Did you suspect?"
She nodded, looking sad. "Your mum used to tell me everything. I knew she was holding something back, but I had no idea..." She trailed off.
"Did she ever give you any hints who...." Anastasia asked, glancing at Theo. He gave her a squeeze. "Is that ok, Dorey?" He nodded. Anything for his sister.
Aunt Margaret sighed. "No, except that she spent more time corresponding with someone at the Ministry. Given your father's affiliations, I wouldn't be surprised if he was an Auror."
Theo sighed. He'd look into it, but wouldn't be surprised if they never knew Anastasia's real father was.
"I love you, Stasia." He murmured, kissing her on the forehead. He looked at Aunt Margaret. "You too, Aunt Maggi." She kissed him on the forehead, and moved, urging Stasia up to get to bed. It was early, but he thought maybe, this evening he could sleep.