The Unkindness of Ravens
Goodnight Sunrise
Adelicia walked down the flights of stairs to the dining room, trying to be as quite as possible as not to anger her parents even though it was a lost cause. Getting sorted into the wrong house was enough reason for her dearest father, and also the Minister of Magic, to hate her which meant her mother did as well. When Addie had finally reached the bottom of the four flights of stares, she was greeted with cold looks and an eerie silence. Just so typical. House elves popped around them and handed out the dinner; roast beef with an assortment of vegetables and rice.
The sable-headed teen slipped into her seat, attempting to smile at her family. Ariella and Sarette, her younger sisters most commonly known as Ella and Sarah, forced out a smile. They were much kinder to their older sister at Hogwarts where they could evade their parents' hateful gaze concerning Blair. Her mother, Chelsalynn, and father simply glared until Addie ducked her head and moved her food around the plate.
"Stop playing with your food, child," Chelsa ordered strictly. "You are acting like a five year old, eat it or go to your room." The young woman started eating slowly, taking her time to cut into the meat.
Nearly twenty minutes after the ordeal between the proper dinner manners, Addie whispered softly, half-wishing she would go unnoticed, "Father?"
"What do you want, Adelicia?" he said coldly, with a look upon his face that clearly showed the dislike between the two.
"You know it's not my fault that the Sorting Hat put me into Gryffindor rather than Ravenclaw like the rest of the lot of the family. I would have thought that I made it clear before I went off to Hogwarts that I wanted to be in Ravenclaw, and whenever I saw you up 'til fifth year. I can't change what happened, and if I could I'm not so sure I would anymore. But that still doesn't mean that I want to be the hated daughter, the outcast of the family," Addie said, a stutter at the start of her little speech but she gained confidence and looked her father in the eye as she finished.
Peytonn Fleren glared menacingly at his eldest daughter, hand holding tightly onto the steak knife he was holding. "You will not talk to me like that, young lady. I am your father let alone the Minister of Magic and I will be spoken to with respect. Mind your place, as the will is still yet to be written," he icily retorted.
"You treat me like some damn Death Eater, sir. All because I was sorted into the wrong bloody house! Why can't you just accept me for who I am, rather than for what I'm not? You love Ella and Sarah 'cause they were sorted into Ravenclaw so they get to do whatever the damn thing they want and not get in trouble. I get an 'E' on an exam and I'm thrust into my own personal hell, guarded by my dear loving da. If Ella or Sarah get an E, they get rewarded with whatever the hell they want!" Addie yelled.
"Get out of my household. Now! Never come and show your face again Adelicia. You are no longer part of the Fleren family," her father said slowly, making sure it sunk into her brain.
"Whoop de dee damn doo. I don't give a rat's arse," Addie said, jumping to her feet and walked out. She made sure to stand tall and proud, her head rose in confidence.
Once in the hall, her expression dropped and silent tears ran down her face. Yes, she had troubled with her family but she never thought it would escalate to being disowned.
Luckily, Addie started packing for Hogwarts four nights before even though it was the second week of July. But she was very forgetful, so it gave her plenty of time to gather everything needed.
Addie put an Engorging Charm on her suitcase seeing as how she would have to pack everything she ever wanted to keep now and quickly. She opened her closet door and muttered, "Accio clothes." All of the clothes that still fit Addie zoomed out of the closet and folded themselves, falling into the suitcase fairly neatly. Next, she traveled to the bathroom across the hall and repeated the same spell on all of her toiletries.
After nearly thirty minutes of hasty packing, Addie had collected everything she needed. "Leviosa," she murmured, pointing her wand at the bulging trunk and sent it down the stairs to the great hall where her family waited for her to leave.
Addie had a blank expression upon her face as she walked up to them. "Any jolly farewell greetings, my beloved family?" Addie asked sarcastically.
The females of the family stayed silent, her sisters looking resigned as if they were defeated by their father. Did they actually try to stick up for her? The thought wasn't at all likely, yet she prayed that the younger girls wouldn't suffer the same fate as she. "None, well way to make me feel loved. First kicking me out and now not even saying goodbye," Addie continued with a tsk.
"I have one. It's called get out before I call the Aurors," said her da. "Scat, get out."
"That's a new one, haven't heard it before. We'll in that case, so be it," Addie said and left until out of the protection charms she herself helped put on. Defense Against the Dark Arts was her specialty. Once out of the Fleren Estates, she Apparated to the Leaky Cauldron.
"Miss Fleren," Tom the barman said with a nod of respect. "You need anything?"
"A lot of things, Tom, most of which, you just don't supply. But a room and some firewhiskey would be welcome," Addie said.
"I'll start a tab on your room. To be billed to the Minister?" Tom asked.
"No, I don't think he would appreciate it. I'll pay for it," Addie said, looking away from his eyes.
"Oh," Tom said confused. "Very well," he said, giving her a polite nod and handing her the requested drink.
Addie swished the drink around the cup, watching the amber liquid slosh up the sides before downing it in one gulp. She hissed as the drink burned its way down to nestle into her belly, giving it comforting warmth. Addie then proceeded to walk down Diagon Alley, her sights set on the magnificent marble bank, Gringotts. She ignored the bustling and once she entered the building she went straight to the podium where the goblin sat. "I'd like to make a withdrawal from the Fleren family vault," Addie requested politely, though she was way past being polite.
"Key?" the small goblin responded. Addie fished the key out of her jean pockets, but it ended up being in her casual black robes. With a sheepish smile, Addie handed it over to the goblin.
The goblin nodded, "Follow me."
As ordered, Addie followed the goblin until they were in the small carts that transported wizards and witches to the said vault they wished to visit. In this case, the two went deep into the bank as the Fleren's were a very old family. Now that Peytonn Fleren was minister, even more protection was added to the vault.
The goblin struggled out of the cart and went over and undid all of the protection charms and other such things that were placed on the vault and the metal door swung open to reveal piles and piles of Galleons. Let's just say being Minister paid a good bit, and the money Peytonn had inherited.
Addie sighed; she couldn't take out too much without her parents noticing. Or remembering that Addie owned a key. So the young lady transfigured a button from her jeans into a bag of some sorts and packed as much money into it as she could, which unfortunately wasn't too much but enough to let her stay at the Leaky Cauldron for a while and pay for food and her school supplies.
As Addie stepped out of the vault, the goblin closed the door and continued the protections upon the vault. "Do you think we could go to Vault 129 as well?" she asked, naming her own personal vault of which only she had the key. Having the said key, she handed it to the goblin who nodded and set the cart in motion again. This time however, it was heading upwards. Once they reached the vault, all the goblin did was place the key in the correct place and the door swung open to reveal a small pile of knuts and sickles. That was going to help so much. Addie emptied almost all of galleons into the small vault and kept some with her for food and rent.
Addie headed back to the Leaky Cauldron, this time dawdling along and looking at the various shops and her eyes locked with the hottest club in the Wizarding World; Tres Amores. It was for those of-age, seventeen, which luckily Addie had just reached less than a month ago. Tres Amores was a known hang out for the hot and or horny guys, as their were strippers constantly dancing, but it was also a dance club where couples or those who just wanted a bit of fun would go to have a couple drinks and just hang out.
Tres Amores was open all the time and there was always a party going on, not once would you find this place slowed down with no people in it besides the workers.
With a crooked smile on, she decided to go change into more appropriate attire for the club. Addie slipped into some tight black denim jeans that hugged her legs and some black boots, which gave her an extra couple of inches. Addie wasn't short, but she wasn't tall either which she was grateful for so she could wear heels anytime she wanted. To match her jeans, she put on a crimson strapless top with lace over the silk. It was a corset, meant to be worn under a black sheer dress Addie had bought, yet she didn't bother with it.
Addie quickly did her makeup, a smoky haze for the eyes. For a moment, she was lost on whether to wear her hair in the natural wavy curls that she possessed down to her chest, or to straighten it. With a moment of confusion, she decided to straighten her hair as it made her look, frankly, less childish and more…mature.
Deeming herself ready, Addie once again departed from the Leaky Cauldron. She traveled quickly and came to the door of the establishment in no time. It was nine o'clock on a Friday night and the place was jammed. Scantily dressed pole dancers were moving to the beat of the music on the platform, the bar filled with drunkards, and small tables filled with men staring up at the dancers above them while being administered drinks and lap dances by the waitresses. They looked like they were having so much fun, laughter lines on their faces as they got to hang out with cute guys that were more than willing to appreciate them.
"Bloody hell, this wouldn't be a bad place to work until Hogwarts starts. I do need to make some money…" Addie thought as she walked up to the bar.
'Fabian' was written on the bartender's nametag in elegant writing. "Hell-o Fabian," Addie said, a seductive hint to her voice, surprised that such a gorgeous man was stuck bartending here; tall, dark, and handsome!
Fabian smiled, his charming smile with cute dimples revealing themselves. "You need anything?" he asked, observing her tanned complexion, bright blue eyes, and long dark hair. As his eyes drifted below her facial features, she leaned forward on the bar, allowing him to see straight down her corset.
"I need a lot of things," she replied flirtatiously, unable to not return the smile.
Fabian let out a deep laugh, "I'm only allowed to serve drinks, dear."
Addie pouted, not in the least serious, and snapped her fingers. "Well damn. Way to ruin my day."
"So sorry… wait what's your name?" he asked.
"Addie," she said, knowing all of this banter would disappear if she revealed she was the minister's daughter. Disowned or not.
"Pretty name for a pretty girl," Fabian replied. "Now may I offer you a drink before I let myself have my dirty ways with you?"
"I wouldn't mind if you, say, gave into your temptations," Addie said truthfully. A good shag would do wonders for Addie at the moment after current events that took place earlier that day.
"Well I would, but if I did I believe I would be fired. And that, my dear Addie, would be most dreadful for a poor lad like me," Fabian said.
"Damn, well I guess I'll just have to settle for a Gillagan's Island," Addie said with a pout upon her face.
"Now that, I can and will do," Fabian replied turning her back to her as he grabbed the vodka, orange and cranberry mix, and some orange schnapps. He administered the correct amounts of all ingredients and shook it up, pouring some into a cocktail cup and handing it over.
Addie slipped into the bar stool, taking a tentative sip of her drink, which was good. Addie downed the drink in the second sip. She needed to get a little buzz. Forget about what happened.
Fabian raised his eyebrows, "Refill?"
Addie nodded. "Please. I've had a long, bad day," she said thoughtfully, replaying the scene in her head. She should have apologized, bowed to her fathers feet if she must. Addie wouldn't survive on her own, and she damn well knew it. "Made the biggest mistake of my life," Addie murmured, half to herself.
"Lemme guess, guy issues," Fabian said. He was hoping she had a boyfriend, as to help cease the thoughts that lingered in his head.
"If you mean guys as in father, then you are quite right," Addie said, sipping her second Gillagan's Island.
"Oh, so no…uh… guy in your life?"
"Nope."
"Oh…," Fabian said. Damn.
They sat in silence, Fabian giving drinks to those at the bar and making them for those at the tables as Addie drifted off into a thoughtful universe. When she finished her drink, she stood up. "I'll check you around later, Fabe," Addie said and made her way to the dance floor. There, she let go of all thoughts and ideas, but instead moved her hips back in forth. Grinding, grubbing, and groping with the various guys who had come up behind her or in front of her. It felt good to let all everything out. Dance was the only way for Addie to express herself freely without being judged.
Slowly, she made her way back across the floor until she arrived at the bar, as promised to check up on Fabian. Addie really didn't think she would mind working here. She grinned at Fabe.
"You're the only girl that just keeps on coming back to me for more. Other than the sense of drinks," Fabian said.
"Hey! For all you know I could just be coming back for another drink," Addie retorted, a slight blush coming to her face.
"I know these things, Addie. And you just blushed," Fabian said grinning.
"You see right through me, Mister. When do you get off work?" she asked.
Fabian looked to the clock hanging behind him. "Five minutes," he said shrugging. Addie was amazed that two hours had passed, it was almost midnight.
"Hey…," she said in a stage whisper. "You're accompanying me after you get off," she stated, leaving no room for arguments in the matter.
Fabian raised his eyebrows. He really shouldn't do this, but he didn't care. With a slight smile upon his face, he nodded. "Yes m'am!" he responded, saluting her.
At this, Addie burst out laughing. He was so cute, and funny. God, what a lucky catch. She knew it would probably end up a one- night stand, at best a small fling. But that would be enough to satisfy her, at the moment anyway. Maybe friends with benefits?
"Meet me outside in ten, I gotta change," Fabian said, looking around for his successor as the bartender.
"Or you could just take that off," Addie said, a sly grin creeping onto her face.
Fabian rolled his eyes but said nothing, finishing up. "See ya in a minute," he said going to the back. When he came out, he was wearing jeans and a navy button down shirt.
"Don't you look good, meeting anybody?" Addie said, leaning against the outside wall as he came into view.
"Yup," Fabian said. "You."
"Well, aren't I just a lucky lil lass!"
Fabian smiled. "So where exactly are we going?" he asked.
"Around," Addie said, grabbing his hand and leading them off to the Leaky Cauldron where she pulled him up to her room. It was very neat, the bed made and all of her possessions still in the trunk.
Fabian looked around, for clues of who this mysterious Addie was. He looked down at her, as he was a few inches taller at 6'3'' and placed a soft kiss on her lips in which Addie hungrily responded too.
"Fabe, you are too damn good for me," she whispered.
"I would say no way in hell, but I don't know a thing about you," he replied, wrapping his arms around her waist so she was pressed against him.
"You know all that you need to know. I'm of-age and I want you, isn't that enough?" she asked.
"No, not really," he said, capturing her lips in his as she looked up again.
"Your mind says something other than your body," she whispered, breaking away.
"Addie, who are you?" he asked.
"A seventeen year old who thinks you are positively drool-worthy," Addie said, grinning.
Fabian rolled his eyes. "Stop being such a fool. For all I know, you could like be the Minister's daughter or something! I don't want to end up in Azkaban," he growled.
Addie bit her lip. Was it worth having a good shag if she had to tell him who she was? "You won't end up in Azkaban. My family couldn't give a rat's arse about me," Addie said carefully, avoiding the actual question.
Fabian, however, noticed unfortunately for Addie. "Y-you're the Minister's bloody daughter??" he said, louder than necessary.
"Uhm I'm gonna go with no," she said, avoiding his penetrating gaze.
"You are the bloody Minister's daughter. You do realize, I'm going to die if we go through with anything. You, Addie, are Adelicia Fleren?" Fabian continued. "This is bloody impossible. Dear god, when I think I finally find someone that's not a complete bitch or whore, they just have to be the bloody Minister's daughter. God, this is the worst fucking thing. Look, Addie, I can't do this. Your bloody father will send a team of Aurors to come after me and kill me," Fabian said.
"No, he won't. If he kicked me out, why would he send bloody Aurors after you for doing anything with me? You have to trust me, Fabe. You have to. Please," she begged.
Fabian looked away, pondering it. "Alright," he muttered. "No regrets, I s'pose. And this never happened and it will be a one time thing. Got it?"
Addie nodded a smile upon her face as she looked up and brought his head down with her hand. Fabian responded greedily, exploring the cavern of her mouth after receiving entrance. He pushed her up against the wall, her arse cupped in his hands.
"There will definitely be no regrets," he whispered, nipping the lobe of her ear softly which sent tingles down Addie's spine.
Addie kissed him soundly, smiling as she did so and slowly pushed him from the wall and towards the bed. Once there, Addie pushed him onto his back, clambering on top of him.
By now, Fabian had a complete boner and needed Addie. Excruciatingly slow for her, he undid the ties of the corset. "Bloody hell Fabian, I'm going to be dead by you finish untying the fucking thing!" she muttered.
Fabian, with enough yelling of him to go faster, did so and soon the top was undone to leave beautiful breasts ready for his taking. He brought his mouth down and Addie responded, by moaning loudly and arching her back.
Tom, whose room was above Addie's, heard this and ran down the stairs and opened the door. "Oh…I thought I heard… screaming. I'll just leave now," Tom said, unable to unglue his eyes from her breasts. Shaking himself out of it, he left closing the door behind him.
"That totally killed the mood," she muttered as Fabian lifted himself off of her. She grabbed a tee from her trunk and slipped it on.
"I should probably go," Fabian said, getting off her bed as if he had contaminated it.
"Will I ever see you again?" she asked.
"If you come to the club," he replied, very obscure in hiding his feelings. "You do realize what may or may not have happened, wouldn't have meant anything, right?" he said, in part trying to convince himself. Fabian just couldn't have a thing with the Minister's daughter.
"Yeah…sure," she said. "Bye Fabian," Addie whispered. Truthfully, she didn't want Fabian to leave. Sure, he didn't like the fact that the Minister was her father but she didn't either.
"Catch ya on the upside, Ads," he murmured and shut the door behind him. Once outside of Addie's room, he closed his eyes and shook his head. Why did he have to be such a stupid prick sometimes? Fabian ran his hand through his hair and went to the bar of the Leaky Cauldron where he Apparated back to his small flat in Whitshire.