e s t e l l a (estellerina) wrote in valesco,
@ 2012-08-13 14:00:00

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Odette!
It wasn't that Noah was completely incapable of taking care of his children, but he really did not know how to dress little girls for ballet. That was Estella's first hint that something was up with the Boots, so after she showed Noah how to lace up Anna's tiny slippers and how to do a proper little bun, she applied a little bit of her Slytherin pressure on the man. It was easy to break, and while Estella didn't know why Odette was holed up in Drystan Fawcett's house, but she planned to find out.

Drystan's wife did not seem too pleased to have yet another visitor at their rather reclusive home, but she put on a good face when Estella arrived, and being the nice person that she was, Estella had brought over a bottle of wine for the Fawcetts; they were taking care of her best friend, after all. The wine had come from a rather large basket of drinks, crackers, cheeses---all that would be necessary for a rather intimate girls' evening. Estella had not been the one to comfort Odette for a long time, and especially when it had to do with a fight with Noah. The two had such a way of keeping the other in check that it was very surprising to hear that something had caused Odette to leave the home.

"Knock, knock," Estella said, pushing into Odette's room without waiting for an answer.

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cockaigne
2012-08-13 08:44 pm UTC (link)

Her face soured immediately at Estella's appearance, Odette already knowing what her arrival would mean. She did not want to talk she just--- just--- well, she didn't know what she wanted, but it did not include talking to Estella, the wise-with-words extraordinaire. How had she even--- Odette's disposition darkened further at the thought of Noah having already talked to her best friend. That hardly seemed fair. How else would she--- Odette had sworn Drystan into secrecy, and she believed him when he said he wouldn't tell anyone about her current familial status. So---

Odette dropped the elbow pad she had been tinkering with onto the bed, and pulled her legs close to her chest. Admittedly she did feel wrong about keeping Estella in the dark about what was going on, it had just--- she didn't want to talk to anyone about it, and admitting it repeatedly was impossible. There had just been so much else going on-- not really, but--- it felt like there had been? She didn't know. She just--- didn't. Want to. Think about it.

"Hello," she muttered begrudgingly, wrapping her arms around her legs and resting her chin on her knees. That basket in Estella's hands wasn't a welcoming sign. It was full of things, meaning this visit intended be longer than ten minutes.

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estellerina
2012-08-13 11:38 pm UTC (link)

Estella smiled, even though her friend looked ready to hex her with her eyes. Well, all right then. Estella had sat through many Odette dramatics and tantrums, and while there was often a very good reason for them, there were also times that her friend was overreacting. Estella hoped that this was one of those times, though it seemed like a fruitless hope because it seemed that Odette had been staying in the room for quite some time. What could Noah have possibly done to keep Odette away like this? He seemed more irritated by it all than anything, which made it seem like it was Odette's fault, but really!

Though Estella had caught sight of that article about Odette and Seth Wadcock. She knew that it had to be made up, that Odette would never, ever EVER do a thing like that with Wadcock of all people, but Noah had seemed mad enough---

"Anna was so good in ballet today," Estella said, deciding to use guilt as a way to break through Odette's hard exterior. There was nothing easier to use than a cute baby in a little pink tutu trying to spin around without falling.

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cockaigne
2012-08-14 01:57 am UTC (link)

Well that wasn't fair, using her own child as a weapon. Odette missed Anna and Terry terribly, but seeing as she wasn't ready to face Noah yet and her parents had just given them away to him when he came calling... it made seeing them difficult. A part of her was angry at herself for letting escalate this far, but another, louder part told her that as long as she refused to speak with Noah, not seeing her children was her punishment. She deserved it, even though in actuality Noah deserved it the most--- Odette pushed her face into her knees for a few seconds, breathing deeply before responding.

She rose her head before speaking. "Of course she was," Odette finally asserted, as if what had been stated was obvious. It was because Anna was her daughter, and therefore amazing at everything and anything she wanted to be, but. A deep pang filled her chest as she thought of not having brought Anna to dance (which she always did!), and Odette moved to cover her face again. She really--- did not want to do this--- now.

This would not be easy for Estella. She loved her friend to death, and she appreciated her obvious care and concern for her.... but she was not in the mood, and now was not the time. So, holding in her bubbling emotions, Odette held her tongue and returned her chin to her knees. Looking forward, she prepared herself for an as little exchange between them as possible.

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estellerina
2012-08-14 07:53 pm UTC (link)

Estella hummed. She had never met a more temperamental Hufflepuff than Odette, and often wondered if the Sorting Hat had confused the two of them when it sent each girl to their respective Houses. While Estella had been ambitious, she was nowhere near as ruthless as her roommates which she often blamed for her skittish ways. When you had Dolores Umbridge looming over your every move, paranoia was often a side effect. Odette however had been a stand-out of the Hufflepuff House, and it may have been their near polar-opposite personalities that had brought them together. After all these years Odette was still the only one (outside of her husband, surely) who could calm her anxieties and truly understand her. Estella hoped that she could provide the same supportive shoulder for her.

She placed the basket on the bed away from Odette, pulling out another bottle of wine and two glasses. However this meeting went, they were sure to be at least slightly intoxicated. With a tap of her wand the cork popped open and bobbed around in the air around their heads, ready to plug up the bottle whenever enough had become enough. The bottle and glasses floated up as well and poured themselves, hovering over to each woman's hands as she took a seat beside Odette. Estella watched the wine pour, quite pleased with her magic, and then lolled her head to her shoulder to take in a good look at her friend.

"You can't stay here forever," she said pointedly, knocking her knee with Odette's. "You've got to face whatever you're hiding from."

It was rich, coming from a woman who had lived a year of her life in denial that her husband actually hadn't been murdered by death eaters. But, Odette had helped Estella through that hard time, and seeing as Noah was alive and scowling, it couldn't have been too traumatic.

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cockaigne
2012-08-14 11:40 pm UTC (link)

She wasn't hiding, this wasn't hiding! It was expertly avoiding-- it wasn't even that! Odette leaving with the children had been a necessary move for space, space to think, and it continued to be that way. Now it was just... different, with a hint of bitterness and unwelcome mixed in by her estranged husband. So if anything, staying at Drystan and Bess' had turned into a place that she was stuck in, feeling unable to go or do anything else. Not hiding.

The glass had begun to knock against Odette's head after she did not take it, and so she roughly picked it out of the air. Fine it/Estella wanted to get her drunk, fine. She would be lying if she said that drinking wouldn't subdue her turbulent thoughts as of late.

Her sudden emotions got the best of her, and eventually Odette did respond. "I'm not hiding," she spoke vehemently, still unsure of what Estella really knew. Not... enough, or at least not the truth if Noah had her thinking she was staying here because she was hiding. "There's just no one where else to go," she said, pressing her lips to the rim of her glass that was now leaning against her leg.

She did not want to talk about this, she did not want to! And it was just--- Odette suddenly felt seized, as if she had just realized this might be her only opportunity to let all her emotions out. She had cried to Drystan when she had first arrived, but.... it wouldn't be the same, with Estella. Drystan was friends with Noah too, and while Estella and he were too, Odette would like to think she was more hers than his.

"What did Noah say to you?" Odette asked sadly, using her free hand to pick at her free.

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estellerina
2012-08-15 02:05 am UTC (link)

Estella was a horrid, terrible liar. She was quite sure that Dolores or Juliana had jinxed her at a young age, making her unable to tell a fib with a straight face. While she often bounced around the truth, Estella found that just stating facts made her life easier, even if it wasn't the nicest of truths. In this situation however, she didn't actually know much, so it was easier to behave calmly and keep her nerves at bay.

"He said you've been staying here," Estella said, twisting her lips as she concentrated on the memory from a few hours ago. She didn't want to cause further trouble by misquoting Noah. She took a drink to help herself out. "That the two of you are going through something personal."

Was that all he had said? It was more his tone, his posture, the bags under his eyes that had told Estella how serious things were between the couple. Noah wasn't a very social person by nature, but his demeanor spoke volumes. She'd watched him change, evolve since Odette began dating him, and it was almost like he'd reverted back to the anti-social man she'd been introduced to him as (only coming out of his shell with his future wife).

She stretched out her legs and crossed them at her ankles. This needed to be as relaxed as possible, she was sure.

"I'm not going to pry," Estella promised, "but you don't have to deal with whatever this is on your own."

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