t h e r e s e ❥ (alongday) wrote in valesco,
@ 2014-03-29 22:09:00

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Cameron?!
It had taken a few weeks, but she had finally found the perfect place to write. Her office was where work happened, not creativity, her flat had not been a place she wanted to be in quite some time, so it had taken her a bit to find a place where she didn’t feel overwhelmed by her surroundings. The public Atrium of the Ministry had it’s hustle and bustle with the fire places and ever moving flow of ministry workers, but tucked away in nooks of the grand entrance way were tables where people met for lunch, tea, coffee, and to rant about the supervisor that they wanted to splinch on their next work endeavor.

Therese had a particular table that had been good to her muse. She still was working out the…kinks to her story, but since Remy had told his side of the story without her permission in his , it felt good to hers out. Not that---she wasn’t particularly sure where it was going, which was why her outlining process was taking this long and---

She paused, a frown crossing her face. There was someone at her table. Someone was hindering on her creative outlet. Therese contemplated turning around and finding another table, but she knew she would spend the whole time boring holes into the back of this man’s head and hoping some wordless magic melted him on the spot. She shifted her bag on her shoulder and tossed her hair over her shoulder. She could get this table back.

“Excusez-moi, monsieur,” she said, dropping into the seat across from him. He seemed lost in his documents. “Excusez---”

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adorkable
2014-03-29 11:50 pm UTC (link)

One would think, being a wizard, life would be simpler. Cameron had certainly had this idea when his Auntie first told him that he was magical. His first thought was ‘life is going to be so much easier now’. How incredibly wrong he was. The more he learned, the more complicated things got and now. Now he found himself huddled in a corner trying to figure out yet another ministry document. Pages upon pages that just made his head spin. He was born here, there shouldn’t be an issue of him overstaying his welcome. Except, in some forms, it seemed he still didn’t exist. How that lawyer was able to track him down in South Carolina when certain ministry departments didn't know he was alive.

A small tremor raced down his hand to his fingers as the chair across from him pulled out. And then French. He could not deal with trying to convey he just needed some space to someone who didn’t speak English. And he didn’t know any French outside of Bon jour and Bon appetit.

“Sorry, I just--” he shuffled all the parchment he had strewn across the table back towards him. The place was small, maybe there were no other tables. He pressed his hands flat on top of all his documents when he realized the small shake was growing. He should just go home. Except that thought was always quickly followed by to what, and that seemed to have him paralyzed.

Looking up to the witch who sat across from him, Cameron hoped that she hadn’t noticed that he had been on the verge of pulling out his hair just moments before. “Sorry. I can make space.”

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alongday
2014-03-30 12:10 am UTC (link)

She sat back, startled at the face that stared back at her. Therese had been acquaintances with Chester Scabior at Hogwarts and had kept light correspondence with him over the years through journals and random public events. So, really, his death had been a shock, but more as 'I knew this person, once,' than a devastating blow. Sad, it had been sad, but--how was he sitting in front of her? Therese blinked, recalling his words. He most certainly did not sound like what she remembered, his accent sounding very strange to her ears.

Her shoulders straightened. He looked too much like Chester to not be---perhaps she was mistaken. No, she couldn't be! Though, with her history, it would not be strange for a once-thought dead person to come strolling into her life. Remy had disappeared for ages without a trace before disrupting her routine. That was a nice way of putting it.

"No, it is fine, I'll just---" Did she care enough to figure out this perplexing situation? He was most certainly at least a relative, but he looked too much like Chester to not be the man himself! But...he had a sadness to him that she would never be able to place on her former acquaintance. Therese leaned forward, unable to ignore her curiosity. "I'm sorry, but do I know you?"

That was a way to pry that would allow him to dismiss her and give her reason enough to leave this rather startling situation. Therese had no desire to get caught up in a faked-death scheme that Scabior may be doing quite poorly. This was a rather public place. The idea that it was even plausible, that he'd faked his death, was only conceivable because of the House she'd grown up in and the stories she'd heard. Perhaps she should write this down..

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adorkable
2014-03-30 12:37 am UTC (link)

The laugh escaped his lips before he could stop it. It was rude, but he couldn't help himself. "Perhaps in another life," he offered dragging his hand down his face. How many times now was this? At least once a week since he had been here, Cameron found himself once again explaining his situation. He was half tempted to just take an ad out in the newspaper and then maybe he could finally avoid these awkward conversations.

"Sorry. I'm being rude, and that was a joke in poor taste, considering that you must've known Chester." He smoothed the parchments in front of him. 'I'm the replacement' he was tempted to say. Make a joke about being a spare, but whoever this was, they didn't deserve his bitterness. Especially if they happened to be friends. "I'm his brother. I'm just trying to sort out--- life, I suppose."

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alongday
2014-03-31 01:41 pm UTC (link)

Therese blinked slowly. A hidden away Scabior brother? His accent completely ruled out the fact that he had studied in Beauxbatons or Durmstrang, so where had he come from? The Colonies? How on earth had that occurred? Her natural curiosity piqued, but her manners kept her questions at bay. He looked frazzled enough, there was no need to add more to what was most likely an avalanche of a whole new world thrust upon him.

Her eyes dropped to the rolls of parchment and the mess he seemed to be in. Therese did not think she could imagine what sort of process taking over your dead brother's life consisted of, and she mused that she would probably be just as frazzled as he was.

She nodded and stuck out her hand, "My name is Therese, I went to school with your brother."

There would be no lies about being sorry for his loss; she was not cold-hearted, but if this brother of Chester's had been unknown to the world before the man's death, she was prone to believe that he was not too sad to see him go.

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adorkable
2014-03-31 05:47 pm UTC (link)

Cameron allowed his lips to curl up ever so slightly as she introduced herself, pleased not to hear any condolences. Or any questions requiring him to elaborate. "Cameron Montgomery," he offered taking her hand and giving it a polite shake.

"Normally, I'm much more polite, but all of this has seemed to have gotten the better of me." His fingers tapped along the edge of the papers. There was no way he could burden this woman he had just met with everything. The only reason he had told Nicola anything was because he was being bitter and feeding her gossip made him feel a little bit better. Or at least it had in the moment, now he almost wished he hadn't said anything.

Though what else could he say. Any attempt to explain why he was here was fodder for gossip. Or basically just being alive at all.

"I thought you were French." It was a dumb thing to say. Clearly, Therese was French, but it was the only think his mind had latched onto that he could comment on. "I mean, I just--" he felt like an idiot, as if he had lost any ability to talk about anything other than his strange situation. Not that his social skills were all that great before. "I meant, its a surprise to hear that you had gone to Hogwarts."

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alongday
2014-04-01 02:39 am UTC (link)

She laughed, not at him, but his confusion was amusing. "I am, half. I grew up in Paris, but my mother, she attended Hogwarts and wished for her children to do so as well."

Though Therese found herself often bitter about her parents' choice of school, she did have many things to take from Hogwarts. The few friends that had stayed close, her coveted internship at St. Mungo's would have been much harder to get, so...so perhaps she now did not resent her mother so much. Perhaps. Therese still felt like an outsider at times, but she could blame that on herself, truly. She needed to stop living in the past.

"I refused to speak much English until I came to school," she admitted, waving her hand a bit around her mouth to explain her accent, "or even during. My brother is much better at hiding his accent, but, I do not see the problem." She would not have said that as a the crying first year she had once been, but she had grown.

"Your accent is much more curious than mine," she said, folding her hands over her notebook. Therese did not feel that she would be getting much writing done today.

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adorkable
2014-04-01 06:01 am UTC (link)

Cameron's smile grew at Therese's laugh. Everything about this trip had been so stressful, and so far everyone he met pitied him. Or hated him for inheriting such an estate, having had nothing to do with the family. He didn't realize how long it had been since he had been in the company of someone who laughed. The sound made him relax a bit into his chair as he listened to how she ended up at Hogwarts.

Hogwarts. He had gotten a letter when he turned eleven. Must of one of those things that his father just couldn't erase him from after he shipped him off to live with his aunt. How he begged his Aunt to go to Hogwarts. It sounded amazing a dream come true for any eleven year old boy that had been told he was wizard. To go to a boarding school in England to learn magic.

Now he understood why his Aunt refused, insisted that he go to the 'just as good' school in New York, but then. Thirteen days and seven hours he didn't speak a word to Margaret when she told him no and not dare ask again. He kept the letter though, just in case she changed her mind. Cameron was sure if he looked, he could still find it.

"My accent?" Cameron's grin grew enough a dimple formed in his cheek. He knew he sounded southern. He got his share of teasing over his drawl in school, but nothing quite like how people over here reacted. "I grew up in South Carolina with my Aunt. Nothin' exotic or curious about that, and not nearly as nice as yours." Pushing his documents to the side, he debated his next question. His curiosity burned, and he felt he owed his eleven year old self a bit of satisfaction.

"What was Hogwarts like?" He asked before he talked himself out of it. "Worth giving up speaking French?"

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alongday
2014-04-03 01:33 am UTC (link)

She blushed slightly and waved him off. It had taken Therese many years to not be embarrassed about her accent while living in England, and tried to hide her nerves behind scowls and sour expressions. It was a wonder she made any friends at Hogwarts, or how she'd kept them after they'd left the school. She wished she'd done a better job. Who knew how different her life would've been if she had.

"Hogwarts was...the best time of my life," Therese said thoughtfully, twirling her quill between her fingers, "but I did not know it, until now."

She lifted her shoulder in a small shrug. Mackenzie and Adamina were still close and dear to her heart, but how many of her friends had fallen out of her life, or had passed on? It was so sad to think that such a...pointless war had taken the lives of so much potential. Even after the war was long gone, there were still casualties. Therese was grateful to have had a reconciliation with Matilda before the virus took her; the guilt of not settling petty differences would have eaten her up alive.

"You spend seven years immersed with your classmates and professors inside the castle, it becomes its own world, it---there is never a dull moment, everything is so important, and then you leave and..it's not, any more." Therese lifted her gaze from her parchment and blinked a few times. "I am sorry, that was probably not the sort of response you were looking for..."

"It is the most magical place on earth, where quidditch rules and the pumpkin juice is the best you've ever tasted; how does that sound?"

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adorkable
2014-04-03 07:51 pm UTC (link)

“No no, that’s exactly what I wanted to hear. It’s honest.” Cameron sat back in his chair, Hogwarts was a castle and that was beyond exciting, because he had always imagined that it would have to be an ancient old building you could only find in a country more than 200 years old. He would have enjoyed going to school in a castle. Everything else she said, well that was school, wasn’t it. You spend all these years thinking that certain things are the most important--

Well Cameron never enjoyed school very much. He loved learning about magic and anything related to it, but as far as his classmates went. Well he just never seemed to fit in quite right. It was nice to hear that Hogwarts probably wouldn’t have been much different. He spent so much time wondering how his life would have been different had he gone to Hogwarts, then he found out about his twin and wondered how his life would have been different had he known his brother. Cameron kept learning things about himself and then wasting time trying to figure out how it would have changed his past, now that all he had left was the future, he didn’t know what to do with it.

“I get that. Spending ages thing something is so important and then suddenly-- it not. Not in the way you thought it was, at least.” He bit his lip slightly, looking away across the atrium, debating his next words. He couldn’t keep delving into the past, if he had any hopes of moving forward, so he pushed the thought out of his mind.

“I’m not quite sure what pumpkin juice is, but if you say its the best, well I’ll have to take your word for it.” Cameron said instead, smiling once more.

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