Post by Deleted on Nov 20, 2013 23:10:17 GMT -5
Astoria had seen a great deal in her life: she had survived the Battle of Hogwarts and the second war and had spent more than two decades working at St. Mungo's, dealing with all kinds of terrible illnesses and injuries but nothing could have ever prepared her for what she had witnessed only moments before. Part of her wanted to chalk the image up to the wine she had drank throughout the event but no, there was no way her brain could ever come up with such an image on its own. No, unfortunately this was real life. And unfortunately what she saw would be forever burnt into her retinas.
Pouring herself a generous goblet of wine, the woman began pacing the living room while waiting for the two to arrive. She could barely formulate words and just kept walking in circles in the room, ignoring her husband to keep any potential outburst at bay. No, she had to stay calm. Astoria wasn't a fool, she knew what happened when children were away at school, unsupervised through their adolescence and Daemon had all but confirmed the fact that her son was having sex but it was not something she ever wanted to think about. Or witness. In her bed. God she was going to wring that boy's neck. Really? In their bed? Of all the horribly immature, ridiculous, ludicrous ideas he had ever had. It was going to happen, she was going to kill her son tonight. No, no. She wasn't going to do that. She was calm. So very calm.
Astoria poured herself another glass of wine and sat down on the couch, back straight and face blank, trying to keep her thoughts of her impending crimes out of her expression. No, she did not make it this far in life by being cavalier with her words. As much as it surprised her, she was the minister's wife, a lady of high regard and had lived up to that role quite well. Killing her son, as satisfying as that would be, would be foolish and rash and she was better than that. No, it was time to talk to her son and remind him that his actions have repercussions because the family did not need any more babies until every last one of them were married.
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Pouring herself a generous goblet of wine, the woman began pacing the living room while waiting for the two to arrive. She could barely formulate words and just kept walking in circles in the room, ignoring her husband to keep any potential outburst at bay. No, she had to stay calm. Astoria wasn't a fool, she knew what happened when children were away at school, unsupervised through their adolescence and Daemon had all but confirmed the fact that her son was having sex but it was not something she ever wanted to think about. Or witness. In her bed. God she was going to wring that boy's neck. Really? In their bed? Of all the horribly immature, ridiculous, ludicrous ideas he had ever had. It was going to happen, she was going to kill her son tonight. No, no. She wasn't going to do that. She was calm. So very calm.
Astoria poured herself another glass of wine and sat down on the couch, back straight and face blank, trying to keep her thoughts of her impending crimes out of her expression. No, she did not make it this far in life by being cavalier with her words. As much as it surprised her, she was the minister's wife, a lady of high regard and had lived up to that role quite well. Killing her son, as satisfying as that would be, would be foolish and rash and she was better than that. No, it was time to talk to her son and remind him that his actions have repercussions because the family did not need any more babies until every last one of them were married.
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