Post by sabine simone duchamps on Dec 15, 2014 4:29:24 GMT -5
Sabine looked at the gift in her hands and tried to talk herself out of going to the Wilkes house again. She knew that Kasper was still at school, so there was no chance of running into the younger brother. It was the oldest she was worried about. She knew that Jasper hated her, that she was scum under his feet and she deserved it. All of the owls she sent when she was gone, they all fell on deaf ears. He never wrote her back, never cared to see her until she mentioned his brother hurting her. She should have known that his family name, his pride in being a Wilkes was stronger than any love he had for her.
He didn't want to be with her because of the bond they had, because of the happiness or the joy, it was because he would have looked good on his arm. Would have provided him with some pure blooded children and that would be it. Extend the line. Sabine knocked on the front door, both excited and terrified over the thought of seeing him. Rather than her love, or her devil, a house elf answered.
"I've come to see Madame Wilkes." The gift was for their mother. She had come to be very fond of Romilda during her stay at the Wilkes manor and she had bought the gift before the breakup. She had completely forgotten about it until it finally arrived. All wrapped up in the red and white stripped package. The house elf nodded and led her into the house, announcing the return of Miss Sabine DuChamps. Her heart sank a little when the elf mistakenly announced that she was the next lady of the house.
"Not anymore." She would never marry Kasper. She knew that if he did ask and she rejected him that she would be dead before her body hit the floor. She had been asked by one man, and he was the only one who mattered to her. The elf, babbled on apologizes and ran into Romilda's favored drawing room to announce Sabine's visit. Like she had been taught, Sabine waited by the door to make sure that she was a welcomed visitor in the home.
'Come in, Sabine.' The elf rushed out, and Sabine cautiously walked through the French double doors and into the familiar space. She had spent a lot of time in this room when she was staying there. Jasper would go to work, Sabine would spend hours talking to his mother about every topic under the sun.
"Bonjour Madame Wilkes, I have this for you." She held out the present, edger to leave the house that she had called a home for so long. "I'm sorry for intruding on your home." She set the gift down on the side table and turned on her heel to leave, until the soft voice of Romilda stopped her.
'Please, take a seat.' Sabine nodded and reclaimed her favored chair in the room. A soft overly stuffed chair that was always warm and somehow smelled a bit like Jasper. It gave her comfort when he had been at work, but now just reminded her that this was the closest she would come to smelling it again.
'Thank you for the gift, Sabine. It is lovely to see you again. How have you been?' Of course she could ever tell the older woman about what happened. About how her sons were making her life a living hell, Kasper with his actions and Jasper with his inaction.
"I've been fine, I do miss you though. I miss our talks." Romilda seemed to smile at this, though she began to idly pick at a piece of lint on her chair.
'I have missed them as well, but I do wonder what really brings you here.'
"Your gift, Madame, I got it in the mail today and I thought if would be rude to mail it to you."
'Not to see Jasper?'
Sabine blushed at the words and looked at her hands,
"Jasper and I are no longer seeing each other."
'I am aware, he returned our family ring to me, thank you for giving it back.' Her tone went from polite to ice cold, causing Sabine to look up from her lap to the woman across from her. It was clear that Romilda was once a beautiful woman, age had sagged her skin around her lips and eyes. Her hair was streaked with grey, but where had once been a young girl sending love potion chocolates to the Boy Who Lived was now a disappointed mother, cornering the tramp who had hurt her son.
"I wouldn't have kept it."
'Could have sold it, would have fetched a lot of money.'
"Never. Madame Wilkes, I wanted to stay with your son. I love him to this second, but when I had to deal with myself, Jasper froze me out. I never wanted it to be like this." She wrote him daily, hourly on some days. She told him everything about what happened. Pleaded with him to give her time to cope with her loss. Begged him to come be with her. He never answered.
'Yes. I know, you sent a lot of letters to him.'
"Jasper never wrote me back, not until this last one." The one who flew right into his face before it was able to get to Wilkes manor.
'Jasper never got any of your letters, Sabine. I stopped that from happening.' Sabine could feel the color in her face drain away. The night she laid sobbing in her bed in France while her parents watched tv in the next room, right after her asault and she wrote to the man who she loved,, and he never came. When she begged him to join her in France, and he never showed up. When she told him that she was being stalked by the man who raped her, and he did nothing. She assumed that it was because he didn't care.
"You stopped them? Why would you do that?" Why would anyone stop that! She needed her fiancé and those letters were the only way she could get in touch with him. Purebloods were always slow on technology and the Wilkes heir was included in that list,
'Jasper was going to marry you.'
"Yes? And? Jasper loves...loved me."
'And I found out what you were, did you really believe that I would allow the next lady of this house to be a stripper? A prostitue leading my family? I don't think so Sabine. Or do you prefer Lala?'
Sabine couldn't believe it. The life that had led her to Jasper was the same one that took her away from it.
"How did you?-" she was cut off by Romilda's perfectly plucked raised eyebrow,
'Find out? I have my ways, Miss Sabine. It's nothing personal, you're a sweet girl, I just need my son with someone else, someone better.'
Sabine stood up, hot tears were burning her blue eyes and she wanted to scream. She was tired of not being good enough, of being kept from the man who made her feel like there was nothing in the world better than just being herself. Who would love her for all of her faults and all of her imperfections.
"I would have made Jasper very happy. I would have been a wonderful wife to him."
There were a million things she wanted to say, poisonous words that burned her tongue, but had to be held back. Romilda was still Jasper's mother, she still had to be respectful.
'You would never have become his wife. A mistress or a mattress maybe, never his wife.'
Sabine pushed through the doors, tears blurring her vision. She just wanted to get out of the house and never look back.
He didn't want to be with her because of the bond they had, because of the happiness or the joy, it was because he would have looked good on his arm. Would have provided him with some pure blooded children and that would be it. Extend the line. Sabine knocked on the front door, both excited and terrified over the thought of seeing him. Rather than her love, or her devil, a house elf answered.
"I've come to see Madame Wilkes." The gift was for their mother. She had come to be very fond of Romilda during her stay at the Wilkes manor and she had bought the gift before the breakup. She had completely forgotten about it until it finally arrived. All wrapped up in the red and white stripped package. The house elf nodded and led her into the house, announcing the return of Miss Sabine DuChamps. Her heart sank a little when the elf mistakenly announced that she was the next lady of the house.
"Not anymore." She would never marry Kasper. She knew that if he did ask and she rejected him that she would be dead before her body hit the floor. She had been asked by one man, and he was the only one who mattered to her. The elf, babbled on apologizes and ran into Romilda's favored drawing room to announce Sabine's visit. Like she had been taught, Sabine waited by the door to make sure that she was a welcomed visitor in the home.
'Come in, Sabine.' The elf rushed out, and Sabine cautiously walked through the French double doors and into the familiar space. She had spent a lot of time in this room when she was staying there. Jasper would go to work, Sabine would spend hours talking to his mother about every topic under the sun.
"Bonjour Madame Wilkes, I have this for you." She held out the present, edger to leave the house that she had called a home for so long. "I'm sorry for intruding on your home." She set the gift down on the side table and turned on her heel to leave, until the soft voice of Romilda stopped her.
'Please, take a seat.' Sabine nodded and reclaimed her favored chair in the room. A soft overly stuffed chair that was always warm and somehow smelled a bit like Jasper. It gave her comfort when he had been at work, but now just reminded her that this was the closest she would come to smelling it again.
'Thank you for the gift, Sabine. It is lovely to see you again. How have you been?' Of course she could ever tell the older woman about what happened. About how her sons were making her life a living hell, Kasper with his actions and Jasper with his inaction.
"I've been fine, I do miss you though. I miss our talks." Romilda seemed to smile at this, though she began to idly pick at a piece of lint on her chair.
'I have missed them as well, but I do wonder what really brings you here.'
"Your gift, Madame, I got it in the mail today and I thought if would be rude to mail it to you."
'Not to see Jasper?'
Sabine blushed at the words and looked at her hands,
"Jasper and I are no longer seeing each other."
'I am aware, he returned our family ring to me, thank you for giving it back.' Her tone went from polite to ice cold, causing Sabine to look up from her lap to the woman across from her. It was clear that Romilda was once a beautiful woman, age had sagged her skin around her lips and eyes. Her hair was streaked with grey, but where had once been a young girl sending love potion chocolates to the Boy Who Lived was now a disappointed mother, cornering the tramp who had hurt her son.
"I wouldn't have kept it."
'Could have sold it, would have fetched a lot of money.'
"Never. Madame Wilkes, I wanted to stay with your son. I love him to this second, but when I had to deal with myself, Jasper froze me out. I never wanted it to be like this." She wrote him daily, hourly on some days. She told him everything about what happened. Pleaded with him to give her time to cope with her loss. Begged him to come be with her. He never answered.
'Yes. I know, you sent a lot of letters to him.'
"Jasper never wrote me back, not until this last one." The one who flew right into his face before it was able to get to Wilkes manor.
'Jasper never got any of your letters, Sabine. I stopped that from happening.' Sabine could feel the color in her face drain away. The night she laid sobbing in her bed in France while her parents watched tv in the next room, right after her asault and she wrote to the man who she loved,, and he never came. When she begged him to join her in France, and he never showed up. When she told him that she was being stalked by the man who raped her, and he did nothing. She assumed that it was because he didn't care.
"You stopped them? Why would you do that?" Why would anyone stop that! She needed her fiancé and those letters were the only way she could get in touch with him. Purebloods were always slow on technology and the Wilkes heir was included in that list,
'Jasper was going to marry you.'
"Yes? And? Jasper loves...loved me."
'And I found out what you were, did you really believe that I would allow the next lady of this house to be a stripper? A prostitue leading my family? I don't think so Sabine. Or do you prefer Lala?'
Sabine couldn't believe it. The life that had led her to Jasper was the same one that took her away from it.
"How did you?-" she was cut off by Romilda's perfectly plucked raised eyebrow,
'Find out? I have my ways, Miss Sabine. It's nothing personal, you're a sweet girl, I just need my son with someone else, someone better.'
Sabine stood up, hot tears were burning her blue eyes and she wanted to scream. She was tired of not being good enough, of being kept from the man who made her feel like there was nothing in the world better than just being herself. Who would love her for all of her faults and all of her imperfections.
"I would have made Jasper very happy. I would have been a wonderful wife to him."
There were a million things she wanted to say, poisonous words that burned her tongue, but had to be held back. Romilda was still Jasper's mother, she still had to be respectful.
'You would never have become his wife. A mistress or a mattress maybe, never his wife.'
Sabine pushed through the doors, tears blurring her vision. She just wanted to get out of the house and never look back.