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  1. [1837/1838][EN] The Golden Age

    “The sea...” Thurion repeated, pondering, then nodded and smiled. “I’m sure we can think of something. I guess it runs in the family - they’re all very fond of the water and the waves too. Well, you’d know, you’ve spent time with Daniel on his boat.” Yes, it seemed a commonality in his sons and beyond, liking the sea, liking to surf and sail. Young Jude did the same apparently. Only Armand not so much. He probably liked the sea well enough so long as he wasn’t on it, though. But admittedly, Thurion had never really asked. And he wasn’t sure if Armand would have given him the honest answer if he had, either. His nephew preferred to make light of his own inconveniences, so as to not let anyone down or come across as incompetent, dependent, someone who needed help, someone who could not be left in charge... Of course, he had been dependent on Thurion always and so he kind of understood. He didn’t stop him, either. He encouraged it. It made Armand very useful, very good at his job, very willing to contribute to the family. He was still thinking about it as Phoenix continued and of course he did ask the one question his father of sorts would be hesitant to answer. Admittedly, with the way their conversation had gone up to this point, he wouldn’t mind awfully just to tell the boy the truth... provided it never went anywhere... but it was a complicated situation, and he was not the only one calling the shots. And yes, it was an incredibly embarrassing family secret. Whether or not he wouldn’t mind answering, it was rather a pity that apparently Azure’s discretion had been lacking to a sufficient degree that the question had been allowed to come up. “He did?” He therefore asked, with the slightest hint of displeasure in his voice as he tapped the crust of his creme brûlée, cracking it. “What did he say?” He took a couple of bites - it was a good one - and smiled. “Well... you know what...” He laid down his spoon and took a sip from his wine. “Why don’t you see if you can figure it out? Your first foray into the human psyche, so to speak. Some... extracurricular investigation. If you manage to guess, I promise I will confirm it.” He chuckled. “But Azure has been welcoming otherwise, I hope? You like the house?”
  2. [1837/1838][EN] The Golden Age

    Naturally, Thurion could hear Phoenix’s hesitance about what he was saying and he could imagine the cause, so he didn’t ask. Of course, Phoenix was young, young and traumatized quite recently and extremely badly. He wouldn’t see things the same way, not yet. That made sense. Thurion didn’t mind... it was something that everyone needed to go through, being young and rash and shortsighted. It was actually a good thing that Phoenix could still manage it a little, what with everything that had been going on. With Daniel, you wanted him to get serious, please, pretty please, just this once before he died... with Phoenix, you thought that perhaps a smile, a party and a pleasant mistake with a girl under a winding staircase might be not a bad idea at all. Anyway, he didn’t think that those experiences made you better. They just made you different. Irrevocably. And Phoenix would have to at least acknowledge that. He smiled at Phoenix’s appreciation. “Of course. Only quality things. And my mother, and my sister, came up with the idea, I think and then they asked some local painter... and my father arranged the rest. I used to love those globes, you know, the round wooden ones?” He chuckled. “Any suggestions for yours? We’ll brainstorm of course, but I would have to get to know you better... a scale model of the human brain seems gory.” He chuckled, and their plates were changed for dessert. “Is there anything you’d like to know? And anything you’d like to tell me about yourself?”
  3. [1837/1838][EN] The Golden Age

    “I’m sure he did,” Thurion agreed, somewhat noncommittally for while he was indeed certain that Chiron had had different notions on university and in fact on quite a lot of things that had to do with child-rearing and the like he did not of course know the details. If he had known, beforehand... or even halfway... he didn’t think that he would have stood for it, to be honest. It was a tricky question, a soul and conscience searching one. Would he have obliged a friend, knowing what that would cause, what harm that would do to someone he didn’t know, never had to know but felt instinctively connected to? No... he didn’t think so. There was a lot you could say about the Foulkes-Davenports, but they did tend towards a family first approach. Anyway. While he indeed knew that Chiron would have different thoughts on the matter he also knew that the extension of those thoughts was what had landed him in jail. So he was going to go ahead and trust his own approach. He nodded again, as he cut his meat carefully with the helpfully sharp steak knife provided. “Yes. A bit counterintuitive I know, but as you’ll have noticed over the past months, those bad experiences tend to mark us far more than good ones ever could... they have an impact, they... carve you into the wizard you become. And they never do really let you go. This is our way of acknowledging that, I suppose, of employing the pain of the difficult moments in our favour.” He shrugged. “And yes, everyone has one. Well, not the girls... not in the same way. it’s a little different for the girls, they receive them as gifts, from their parents, from male siblings.” Because girls would get married and belong to other families, typically speaking. “Mm.” He pulled from his pocket a sleek, satin roll, tied together with magic bonds and unfolded it across the table. A detailed map of the world was depicted on it, gemstones shimmering in the blue water, the green of the countryside hills, diamonds sparkling on their crisp mountaintops. Some spots were empty, shimmered in a silver little haze. “This is my collection,” he explained, sipping from his wine. “You start gathering them early, so it’s usually just on a bracelet - you know, a charm bracelet. Eventually, you get something to collect them in, something that defines you as a person. And then when you give one away...” He tapped some of the silver marked craters. “Here’s the one I gave you. That’s the one my father presented me with in his will. My wife, I gave the one I received for my first record profit, it’s in her wedding ring now... you get the idea.” Right?
  4. [1837/1838][EN] The Golden Age

    Thurion laughed - he had to. “Yes, history. I loved the Greats, the traditions. It did so speak to the imagination of a seventeen-year-old. We had a great teacher for it at Ilvermorny too, which always helps, especially with a subject like that... he could really turn it into some very good stories. And I didn’t feel like studying economics at the time.” He shrugged. “Of course, history teacher is basically all you can become with such a degree, which was not something I’d thought about, nor something my father or indeed I myself would ever have been very happy about. So yes, eventually I took some business classes, read a bit more widely but I think I learned most about the company just running it and listening carefully to everyone who’d been working there already. I realise this isn’t something very practical to tell you right now, but truthfully, university can simply only teach you so much.” He was a big believer in the practical approaches. Phoenix would get there. Their starters were swiftly interchanged for their mains, their wines topped up. “Happy continuation,” he said with a smile. “And achievements... oh, they can be anything, really. They’re individualised... specific ... it’s dependent on the track your life takes, isn’t it? What is a remarkable moment for you? The first show of magic, getting your first wand, exams and graduation, your turning seventeen, those are traditional... any noteworthy things you do during your studies or for the company... but they can also be very personal, emotional, such as the diamond I sent you... marking those periods in your life that carry meaning to you, that marked you.” He smiled half-heartedly. “My father gave me one when he died, for example, in his will. Because taking over would be a marked moment for me. And Daniel got one when he was hospitalised briefly last year. They are... a memory... they are of significance.” He smiled. “Don’t worry, I’m certain you will give me plenty of opportunities to update your collection.”
  5. [1837/1838][EN] The Golden Age

    Thurion smiled, sipping from his wine. “Actually, the Healing is rather more a tradition on the Scottish side of the family, your uncle Thanatos, his father and grandfather and so on. They’re a more... traditional bunch.” He had a couple of bites of his food, not to postpone this discussion in any way - he did not mind it, he was rather curious to see what Phoenix would make of it. “Daniel married into that family, as you know and this seemed to best answer those expectations, what with Thanatos’ own son having foregone it.” Than had seemed very happy to have a Healer in the family still, and it had not seemed to occur to him that Elaine might have also done it - admittedly, Thurion would not have pressed that thought either, because she was a girl and it just wasn’t the same. There were some things a man had to take care of. Plus, he’d had other reasons not to press that thought, other reasons to go out of his way to use Daniel as a patch on both their families. Both Than and he had a stake in solving this little family blow up. In making sure their interests by and large aligned. He ate some more, finishing the starter. He always liked the small French portions where starters made you feel like the next course. “I studied history, in fact. So I’ve quite some experience with picking a study based on interest rather than the subsequent career options it provides... and I understand, I just wanted to give you that piece of advice.” He smiled carefully, reflecting on his memories. “I got a lot of grief over it from my dad at the time, let me tell you that, and I somewhat wish I’d listened - though I had a lovely time with my studies, and that’s very important as well. And of course, for me, what I studied didn’t prevent me from after that still doing quite well at what I wanted to do. That’s the advantage of a family business, isn’t it.” His food done, he proceeded with his wine quite contentedly until Phoenix would catch up. He was liking the boy more than he would have thought, liking the moment more than he would have thought, feeling uncharacteristically, unexpectedly like sharing in the company of his younger son, which prompted him to say: “You’d be most welcome to come and have a look there, too, incidentally, perhaps over the summer if you’d like.” He didn’t know what it was that was making this meal easy. Perhaps that Phoenix wasn’t yelling at him about abandonment and irresponsibility, which after all meant that it could have been worse. Perhaps he was just old enough now not to fuss anymore. Perhaps he was arrogant enough to have never fussed much. “The crystals? Ah, a good segue,” he grinned, leaning back. “They’re a family tradition. We have been in the jewelry business for hundreds of years... the most beautiful gems we find, the ones most special to us, we turn into family heirlooms... gifts. Wedding rings are a big one, so that our wives become part of the family, are accepted as such by the enchantments in our homes - the one you live in presently, in Edinburgh, is such a one, should you want to invite people into it they’ll have to carry a key - a stone. Children, under seventeen, that’s fine. And for you, the crystals I’ve given you, those are mine, they carry my magical signature. They’re for your achievements through a magical life.” He smiled. “You can use any of them to turn into yours and give them to the persons you want to share that magical life with. Well, that’s the long and short of the tradition, basically. Did that answer your questions?”
  6. [1837/1838][EN] The Golden Age

    So indeed, it was this desire to understand human behaviour. Thurion could see advances of that – there was no working, no functioning, outside of interaction with other humans and therefore he could understand the appeal, even if it was mostly because he thought of it as a bunch of academic cheat codes. But then again, he thought that about pretty much everything at university: you used it, to get you to where you wanted to go. If you liked the university too much, you might want to stay there, researching, and what good would that do anyone? Daniel would probably want to, but then again, they would have that discussion at a later hour, if it even became a discussion. Truth be told, Thurion might just have to give in there. His son’s condition was such that research did seem a better profession than the heart-wrenching realities of hospital life. But he wasn’t there yet. Who knew how much Daniel could still recover. He supposed a psychology study might have been of help to him now, as he studied his son, who was not letting him in, but seemed in some fashion to have been taken aback, and smiled. “No, I get that… I must admit, personally, when I was where you are right now, I was not quite thinking beyond those four years of study either. But that can be a pity, if it means you make choices that leave you feeling empty after those four years, or without the prospects you will then know you would have appreciated.” And so you had a dad to tell you not to fuck up here. “What about tacking on psychiatry? It would take you a little longer, but then it will allow you to, after your studies, do a bit more than handholding and suggesting deep breaths?”
  7. [1837/1838][EN] The Golden Age

    No argument about the wine, no snarky comment about the menu, or for that matter about the stuffy-looking waiter who seemed to be far too warm in his many layers obligatory for a restaurant such as this. It was a wholly different experience from taking Daniel to dinner, the father of both reflected as he had another sip of wine and looked at Phoenix in the shimmery pleasant light. Daniel had many witty remarks over a plate of hospital food. Or a glass of milk, if the mood took him. It was not so much that one experience was better than the other, but it was at least a relief to notice that it was not something about Thurion that ensured that none of his male offspring could have a normal conversation without lapsing into poetry. He’d often wondered what made Daniel do that. But then he’d often wondered about what made Daniel do any of the things he did, because the boy seemed not so much intrinsically motivated as intrinsically not so. Curiosity, he supposed, about people’s thoughts, their reactions... In that regard, Phoenix’s choice of studies seemed oddly apropos. Perhaps his sons shared more resemblance than initially met the eye... perhaps in fact it was all nurture, Daniel raised so loved and so nourished, Phoenix so poorly regarded, barely maintained. “Psychology? Really,” he asked with a smile, and he thought that he could discern something of a question in Phoenix’s tone, as though the boy was wondering what his newfound father thought of his intended course of an academic career. Indeed, Thurion certainly had opinions on this, but it would take him a little bit to find how best he ought to put those opinions across. “Why? Not... offensively,” he chuckled, “just curious about your motivations. The desires make the man, don’t they? Those and the clothing.” See, Thurion, this is why Daniel can have poetic commentary on anything. Oh well. “And then to become a psychologist? In some kind of practice? Of course, they’re very useful studies,” he agreed, as their starters were laid out and the waiter told them in French of course what was on the plates - he waved him away, he was making a point and he could see that it was what it had said on the menu, could he not. “Human interaction, human behaviour... understanding them better is useful in any profession. But don’t you think it’s the kind of course where you’ll always have to tack something on to apply it?”
  8. [1837/1838] She moved like a poem and smiled like a sphinx.

    Het was maar goed, dat hij bij Cadwyn niet op dezelfde manier last had van zijn kwaaltjes als normaal, want als hij dat wel had gehad dan zou hij misschien snel wat minder gecharmeerd zijn geweest van haar rappe ratelen, van haar continue enthousiasme dat nooit helemaal anders dan kinderlijk was geworden ook al was de rest van haar dat wel. Hij was daar uiteindelijk een beetje op gevallen, vond het een van haar voornaamste attracties, maar hij kon het zich voorstellen dat het ook een beetje zou kunnen gaan vervelen, zeker als je er zelf eigenlijk te moe of te ziek voor was. Echter, op het moment was het eerder bevestigend, een weerspiegeling van zijn eigen humeur, want door de hoeveelheid energie die hij van haar kreeg voelde hij zich direct op haar niveau, voelde hij zich jonger en vrolijker en maakte het hem ook allemaal wat minder uit. “Indianen, nou, schat, weinig. Dat zijn vooral mooie verhaaltjes, lieverd.” Niet echt, natuurlijk, er waren zeker tribes in Canada, maar het kostte teveel moeite om daarop in te gaan. Daniel wist er ook weinig van af. De Foulkes-Davenports kregen er wel eens mee te maken voor hun werk. Gek genoeg gingen ze er verrassend goed mee om. Kennelijk kon je niet overal een verschrikkelijke klootzak over zijn als familie. Zelfs niet als je heel erg je best deed allemaal. “En ja, magisch hebben ze die, die ken ik wel. Ik zal het voor je laten maken. Wil je het op de hele muur meteen anders, snoes?” Daar draaide hij zijn hand niet voor om, immers. Letterlijk, daar gingen zijn handen niet mee bezig zijn, die hadden wel wat beters te doen, zoals kijken hoe Cadwyn voelde na haar maandjes weer terug op Zweinstein. Schilderen, daarvoor zou hij fijn de schilder vragen. “Ik heb jou ook gemist, schat, en dit is je bijbaantje. Ons, Elaine en mij, een beetje gezelschap houden.” Stik, ze had haar leven voor hem opgegeven. In haar bijzijn sloeg dat besef hem niet knock out, zoals het zou doen als hij op zijn eigen hart erdoorheen moest, maar aangenaam was het nog steeds niet. Daniel deed niet zo aan dure beloften, maar op dat moment deed hij er eentje, een kleintje, aan zichzelf: hij ging goed voor haar zorgen. Hij ging ervoor zorgen dat ze niets tekort kwam. En dat ze gelukkig kon worden. En dat begon met winkelen, dus Verdwijnselde hij met haar naar het warenhuis en begon met dingen in een vliegend mandje te gooien. “Wil je ook wat dingen passen? Wil je nog wat balspelen - dat vond je leuk, toch? En Desmond kan altijd een keertje langskomen als ie wil, de bengel.” Hij grijnsde in zichzelf want Desmond was een blauwe dogooder. Maar dat zei je niet tegen de gele variant.
  9. [1837/1838][EN]No better relation than a prudent and faithful friend

    “I doubt that that’s the only drawback,” Daniel chuckled. “Although quite possibly it all outweighs the benefit of being free at Christmas and New Year.” Oh dear, there he’d put his foot in it of course, because this Christmas Phoenix’s mother had died, but there was no way to render spoken words unsaid again and so he let it go. Which was not in fact all that hard for him to do. He really hadn’t meant to hurt his friend, hadn’t meant to say something stupid, but now that he had it was done and there was no point in beating himself up over it, either. That simply wasn’t something that Daniel frequently did. Regrets were always futile. It meant wishing something hadn’t happened, because of knowing that it had; it was a most exhausting and far from helpful exercise, that mostly just depressed you, left you feeling cheated of that other future that was only too easy to imagine as yours. It wasn’t even as though you’d learn a lot from it. Because in the end, all the things that could have gone differently, all the things you could have done differently, hadn’t. It had gone this way and you couldn’t promise that it wouldn’t go that way again. Or maybe that was Daniel. He’d freely admit to an impulsive streak to his character, after all. Phoenix waved the waiter over, a little gesture with a lot of significance because normally he’d never be that lackadaisical, whereas now the gesture was actually eerily close to Daniel’s, and they ordered some food. “No, you’re not moving to campus? Makes sense. You can always traffic via the hearth if you’re not up for constant apparition, and you can crash at mine if you ever need to.” Obviously. Daniel had come here to offer a crash place on a permanent basis after all. “Might be nice not to live in Cambridge fulltime. It gets a little repetitive.” Well, you’re Daniel. Anything gets repetitive for you. He smiled amusedly, had another sip of his drink. “Only you could make ‘bubbly’ sound that disdainful, I think,” he grinned. “But yes, she’s fine, I think. I haven’t actually talked to her much in the past...” He paused, reflected. “Couple of weeks, but one assumes that she is bubbling, babbling and babbling along. On her studies actually she becomes legitimately interesting to listen to. I did not know what had come over me...” He smiled, had another sip. “But hey, there’s another benefit to a secret family, they can’t really marry you off - right?”
  10. [1837/1838][EN] The Golden Age

    Ah. It should probably not come as a surprise that the boy wanted to talk some more about his mother. Thurion had, after all, brought the subject up, though he realised now that he had basically assumed that he would mention the fund and that that would be it. With those administrative matters as well as the polite pleasantries taken care of, the reality of Ruth’s death again loomed over any continuation of their conversation, and that was quite the heavy topic to be discussing for a first interaction at least on a father-son basis. He wondered why Phoenix was undertaking it: was he simply too shy to change the subject of his own accord - not a wonder, with Chiron as his ‘father’ until now, but a concern certainly for the boy who would become a Foulkes-Davenport yet - or was this something he felt like sharing with Thurion? The man who after all must have known his mother? How much did he think Thurion had known his mother? Regardless, it wasn’t something he particularly wanted to go into. It didn’t seem especially suited for the consolation of a half orphaned child. And of course, Phoenix was a young man, albeit a shy and nervous one. But at the death of a mother, people were all children again. Thurion understood. Didn’t like it, you know. But he understood. He ordered a good red wine for the both of them, deciding at this moment that Phoenix wouldn’t feel like fish or at least shouldn’t feel like any fish with less colour on it than salmon, and nodded. “That does her credit.” Of course, if she had wanted to look after Phoenix a small note to a certain wealthy Canadian might’ve been a lot more productive than whatever token resistance and assistance a slight, poor servant could amount to, but once again, that was one of those things that would not be conducive to consolation to say it out loud. Or to anything, for that matter. The past was the past. There was no point to questioning it. The future was far more important. And Phoenix’s future in particular. “And it does you credit, that you held fast to the true story about her death.” Now, could they finally leave this matter behind? “This is supposed to be a very good year,” he told Phoenix about the wine, as the waiter poured it. “We do some wine trading on the side... there’s plenty of overlap... a remnant from our whisky ways. Ah, not that it matters now...” He smirked, raised a glass. “Cheers... to your mother’s memory...” He had a sip, and did actually think about Ruth. Of course. He was, despite appearances, human. “How is your school work going? Amidst all of this.... we’ll take the Midi menu, please,” he added to the staff, then turned to Phoenix again. This was the best menu. It would pair excellently with the wine and had only three courses, so it might not leave for too many awkward silences. “And you had those extremely important exams coming up?”
  11. [1837/1838][EN]No better relation than a prudent and faithful friend

    Daniel listened to Phoenix, as he had another couple of sips of his whisky, and actually legitimately felt for him. “Ah, I can’t see how you’d embarrass anyone, Phoenix. I mean that.” He did. His dear friend was pitch perfect – emphasis on pitch as in high-pitched, occasionally, but hey. And to be honest the guy was getting more and more relaxed, if only because he was too depressed to care about how he came across right now. “Well, maybe the wife wouldn’t be too happy.” Oh, Daniel. Good thing apples fall from trees, because that was in fact the exact situation. Thurion would be excessively underwhelmed and unembarrassed by having another son popping up. Whereas Daniel’s mother would be just a little bit livid. Not that that would matter to his dad, of course. What? What did it matter? She was always mad about something or another, you bought her anything from trinket to another summer house depending on the measure of your mess-up, and things picked up after a while. “Probably Canada,” he nodded. “Come along? Save me from spending time with my wife and three sisters?” Ophelia wasn’t bad. “And if you want to make any stops along the way or the way back? You have to enjoy your final holiday before uni. After that, whenever I talk to you I’ll be worried that you’re digging around in my head.” He winked, grinned. “D’you want to get some food too?”
  12. [1837/1838][EN] The Golden Age

    “Ah, there’s a new one in Paris which is supposed to be quite good.” He did not like Paris, but for the cuisine, apparently, it was the place to be. Sir. Merlin’s beard, the boy was polite. Of course, it was the kind of situation where the appropriate choice of words was other than that very much in question: after all, ‘Dad’, or even ‘Father’ was very clearly a no-go area and Thurion could understand why Phoenix would be hesitant, as of this moment, to recklessly embark upon a relationship on a first-name basis. Well, clearly he could understand, because Chiron had been Chiron, but he could also fathom that it would be difficult for a child not tragically used to parental abuse. Hell’s witches, he wasn’t sure if he himself would be all too happy about it. He didn’t much like his first name, in any case. It was a principle, not a name. You had to sound odd and magical and mighty, but ‘Thurion, can you hand over the salt,’ had never really worked in a real-life conversation. Also, it was a menace for anyone with the characteristic under-ten lisp and thus Thurion was still, to some of his oldest friends, resolutely ‘Susie’. He didn’t mind. Not only was Phoenix polite, even thanking him for his troubles, but he was capable, too, and Thurion was happy to be soon able to set course for the outside. They had to walk out apparently, as you could only Apparate outside school borders. He supposed he ought to be pleasantly surprised that that most minor of precautions the school did at least enforce. “It was a matter of course, Phoenix,” he said, and allowed Phoenix to connect that to their previous conversation. “I wasn’t going to let you end up on the streets.” He frowned in the hesitant, vanishing sunlight. “I don’t know how much you know about the arrangement with my former friends, but you were no accident that I stashed away with them. You weren’t unwanted.” He smiled. “They really wanted a child, and I helped out. Given their… recent behaviour… I considered myself well within my rights to step back in.” Whether or not Phoenix thought he had a right to, that did not of course really matter. Didn’t even occur to Thurion that that could be a factor, to be honest. “And while we’re on the topic… I’m very sorry about your mother. She seemed a sweet girl.” It had at least been a lovely twenty minutes. Sorry, Phoenix. “I have arranged for a small fund in her name. You can choose what you would like it to be for… perhaps a scholarship, nature preservation, orphanages, those tend to be the typical things.” Outside the grounds, he offered Phoenix an arm so that they might Apparate.
  13. [1837/1838][EN] The Golden Age

    Ik misbruik Daniel's account nu ook voor Thurion. Dat gaat pas fout als ik die allebei tegelijk nodig heb. Anyway: post met Thurion Foulkes-Davenport, Daniel's daddy dearest! Yes, Thurion Foulkes-Davenport had descended like a rain cloud driven by a Northeastern wind upon the Scottisch castle where both his youngest sons had been schooled for the past couple of years. When Daniel had been here, he had felt no need to come over, preferring to write to his son instead, and read his accounts of the school which, this being Daniel, had presumably been just as colourful as the oral version; he might have felt that the boy needed an at least partly British education, but that did not mean that said education needed to cost him time and effort and taking a holiday – horrors. Not a holiday per se, those were useful if only because you could tell your staff you’d be back a day later than you actually were and inspect whether or not they had their shit together when you barged in and caught them unprepared – but holidays in Britain. The dreariest of wetlands. No, he’d come over only when his son had gotten himself nearly killed because of – and by – a girl, and then when he’d married him off to the charming cousin. That had been more than enough, for the both of them. But then, Daniel was a very different case from Phoenix. And although at first he had intended just to invite Phoenix over for the summer and talk to the boy then, it had struck him that his son was now embarking on his final exams, and that that was rather a Momentous Occasion. The kind of Momentous Occasion that warranted a show of parental support. Or something. Of course, he could’ve written a postcard, but then again, perhaps a conversation was long overdue. And he must admit to a certain curiosity to see Phoenix. He had been pleasantly surprised by the boy over the summer, he had been shy, spooked but seemed clever and considerate. He had potential. Potential that Cheiron had seen fit to smash to pieces in a typical Cheiron fashion, but that under slightly less… desperate tutelage might truly be something. So he’d come over. And he’d found Phoenix’s usual haunt – the library, very appropriate – and waited for him there. ‘ “Yes, I was,” he acknowledged with a slim smile, as he looked Phoenix over, confirming the physicial similarities to both Daniel and himself that he had previously noticed. “Your Head of House, I believe that’s the structure, told me I might find you here. I apologise for not writing ahead, but I was in the neighbourhood.” Of sorts. He’d been in the north of Canada? “I was thinking that perhaps we could do a pre-exam dinner? I’ve arranged with Professor Astoria that I need merely return you by morning.” His smile turned a little more wry. “Truth be told, that was shockingly easy. I shudder to think what would have happened had my intentions been untoward. Ah well… You’ll need a coat, the weather is living up to its reputation, you can probably Summon it.” He should hope at least that his son was capable of a Summoning Charm. “How’ve you been?”
  14. [1837/1838][EN]No better relation than a prudent and faithful friend

    There was a hint of victory to Daniel’s smile, as Phoenix failed to hide his marginal amusement at his stunt. Marginal amusement, and a wee bit of surprise: given the current situation, Daniel found that effort well worth his time. It was not as though his friend could feel much more, and to be even a little bit entertained had value, even to someone not so prone to cataclysmic boredom as Daniel knew himself to be. Distance from feeling, from his own emotions, was something he could not observe with a distance from feeling in itself: it was by far the safest choice for someone with his (admittedly unique) condition, as it would allow him to stay alive and to stay healthy for a lot longer than the continuous search for meaning and excitement. But it was not a way he wanted to live. Comfortably. That couldn’t be all there was. And to Phoenix, he assumed, right now things were similar. He was distanced from his emotions and the world by dint of a trauma, and he could only be pulled back in little, but valuable ways. ‘Course, he wouldn’t know if he was right. He wasn’t the aspiring psychologist between them. And he wasn’t doing what he did for Phoenix exactly... he just found it fun, poking and making fun was always a bit of fun, people’s embarrassment always such an intriguing plaything, come to think of it wasn’t that how this friendship with Phoenix had started in the first place? And yet there was an edge of consideration to it. At this moment, Daniel at least semi-sincerely wanted to help his friend. Make him feel just a little bit better... or make him feel at all. “Oh, Azure!” He smiled, intrigued, ordered them another round. “What do you know, it’s a big country, but I do actually know him. Yeah, he guarded my dad for a spell, a couple of years ago... two years ago? Dear old dad had gotten himself a couple of death threats, I believe. Mm, he seemed nice enough. Excellent swimmer. Pretty good Auror, too, I think.” Which Daniel might or might not have found out the hard way, because he might or might not have wanted to break Felix’s concentration and perfectly polite exterior by slamming him into the lake. Good times. “Wonder what he’s doing on this side of the pond. Or did those benefactors send him here specifically for your benefit?” Their drinks were replenished, he took another large sip. “But, creepy benefactors, then. Going there over the summer? Careful you don’t end up in a gothic novel, Fifi.”
  15. [1837/1838][EN]No better relation than a prudent and faithful friend

    So, not an orphan, but clearly not the Waterfords’ son, either, otherwise Phoenix would feel no need to stress it. That and nothing else. Daniel was curious, of course, and perhaps at another time he would have indulged that curiosity, but at the present time even he felt that it was not the opportune moment to pry. To tell the truth, it was presumably merely that shy sliver of guilt and proper feelings of humanity that were holding him back, but for now they were at least holding him back. Much more than the fact that Phoenix’s family history wasn’t that intriguing and that he was not usually in for silly gossip anyway. Not because of his proper feelings of humanity there, to be honest. Mostly because he tended to get a little bored with the less than elevated squabbles of the squalid human lives. “Well, I doubt it’s causally related, Fifi, but I guess I better not risk it,” he smiled. “Anyway, here in England, probably hardly anyone reads the papers. What with all the rain the owls have to make it through, I suppose most of the country just gets a lovely impression of a smudge.” Of course not. Of course there were a gazillion impervious charms. But it was a painful conversation and Daniel felt as much inclined to avoid it as Phoenix could. If he had had to listen to the son describing the murder of his long lost mother in detail, they might’ve had to go to the Saint Mungo’s for dessert. And you just knew that that would be one of those dreary semolina pudding cups. He chuckled softly. “Honest? I’m afraid there’d be more looks… could be for another reason, though. Hang on.” He gave the starers a wave and a quick wink. Caught, embarrassed and reddened, they looked away, as he gestured to the waitress and ordered glasses of warm milk for the entire table of onlookers, then looked back at Phoenix with a smile. “Gotta provide for the audience. If they keep it up, we'll move on to chocolate pancakes... So, what’s the Auror like? The embodiment of the job? They all tend to be.”
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