Chapter two
Walking through the small garrate door Beau looked around. His brother was out. that wasn't a good sign.
"Shit. I hope you were in the northern part of town." He mumbled to himself.
"No dear brother I was actually about two blocks away. watching that ridiculous performance being held out. I believe you were being dragged from the hotel by police? Tell me why you were at a fancy hotel when you have my company here in this beautiful garrate?" Christian, Beau's brother scorned.
"You scared the bloody hell outta me!" he gasped.
"Well at least that's all I scared right?" Beau rolled his eyes.
"Tell me again what you get outta these stupid acts of crime?" Christian asked.
"Well usually I get a good lay. I mean since I am the handsome devil I am. but today I got the pretty glance of a girl!" Beau smiled as Christian took a swig from his glass.
"Funny. Was she in her right mind?"
"Oh don't be jealous." Beau smiled.
"If you were caught doing something why are you here?" Christian ignored Beau's statement.
"Well when they took me down to the station they didn't find anything on me. so they let me go. Stupid rollies didn't even check my pockets-" Beau stuffed his hand in one pocket then the next. then the next and each time came out with nothing.
"What is it?" Christian smiled.
"The-the wallet. It's gone." He said looking upset.
"Oh that's a shame. considering it wasn't yours to begin with!"
"Oh lighten up will you! I'm still here. LOOK!" Spinning in circles Beau proved he was unharmed.
"It doesn't matter Beau! Do you know how many times when you leave I hope you don't come home in trouble?" Christian asked. Beau shook his head.
"All the time. You may be a little more. what's the word?"
"Fun?" Beau offered.
"Doubtful, than me but I care about you just the same. You're my little brother, someone has to look out for you." When there was a knock at the door.
~
Annabel had snuck out during lunch to track down her pickpocket. She had gone down to the station in hopes of finding him there except they gave her directions to his garrate instead. Lightly knocking on the door she waited as a man with wavy hair that lied lazily over his forehead opened the door. She could tell there was some sort of relation.
"Yes?" he asked.
"Um. is there someone by the name of Harry Potter reside here?" she asked quickly.
"No sorry." He went to close the door when.
"Don't be daft Christian of course there - is." Another man said as he realized who was standing there.
"Why. hello." He smiled taking the wallet right before she took it back.
~
"What are you doing?" he asked stunned as he realized that Christian still stood at his side.
"I'm sorry sir. But you're not Mr. Potter."
"Am so."
"No sir. Mr. Potter is over forty years old."
"I look young for my age."
"Liar." Christian murmured as he rolled her eyes.
"Sir your eyes are brown and Mr. Potter's. well he's blind." She stated.
"You stole from a damn blind man?? How horrid are you going to get?" Christian torted. At that Beau pushed his brother to the side and went out the door, shutting it behind him.
"Are you mad?" He snapped.
"No I feel a little. um, well. calm." She smiled. Beau restrained himself from smiling as well.
"NO!! You -girl- are you going crazy?"
"Over what?" Annabel was doing this on purpose. She knew it toyed with his mind a little.
"You know what? Never mind."
"Ok."
"What are you doing here?" He asked.
"I was returning a wallet."
"Well here it is, in my hand." He held up the leathery broken in wallet. "Thank you and good day." He turned to walk away when she spoke again.
"WAIT!! That's not yours! It belongs to the blind man." She smiled again.
"Well the blind man doesn't have to know I have it. Now is there anything else I can do for you?"
She stopped momentarily. "Yes. I want a reward."
"But the wallet isn't even mine."
"Yes I know but I found it and returned it. I went through all that trouble now I want a reward."
"Listen - uh."
"Annabel."
"Annabel, I am not one to hand out rewards. Therefore good day." Quickly he went through the door and left her standing in the hallway. Leaning against the weak wood he looked at the wallet.
"You are such a prat." Christian mumbled.
"Yes well I'm a prat with cash!" Opening the wallet he searched for the money.
"Fuck!" He exclaimed. Where the bill pocket was, there was no money, only a little card.
"Did she stoke you?" Christian laughed.
"I knew you'd say 'no'. Thank you, Annabel." He read. Turning the card over he realized it was a schedule card from the hotel.
"Dearest brother,"
"Beauregard?"
"We're going to a dinner party." Beau smiled mischievously.
"Ok." He replied then suddenly spit out his absinthe.
"We're what?"
"Really dear brother, you drink entirely too much."
Walking through the small garrate door Beau looked around. His brother was out. that wasn't a good sign.
"Shit. I hope you were in the northern part of town." He mumbled to himself.
"No dear brother I was actually about two blocks away. watching that ridiculous performance being held out. I believe you were being dragged from the hotel by police? Tell me why you were at a fancy hotel when you have my company here in this beautiful garrate?" Christian, Beau's brother scorned.
"You scared the bloody hell outta me!" he gasped.
"Well at least that's all I scared right?" Beau rolled his eyes.
"Tell me again what you get outta these stupid acts of crime?" Christian asked.
"Well usually I get a good lay. I mean since I am the handsome devil I am. but today I got the pretty glance of a girl!" Beau smiled as Christian took a swig from his glass.
"Funny. Was she in her right mind?"
"Oh don't be jealous." Beau smiled.
"If you were caught doing something why are you here?" Christian ignored Beau's statement.
"Well when they took me down to the station they didn't find anything on me. so they let me go. Stupid rollies didn't even check my pockets-" Beau stuffed his hand in one pocket then the next. then the next and each time came out with nothing.
"What is it?" Christian smiled.
"The-the wallet. It's gone." He said looking upset.
"Oh that's a shame. considering it wasn't yours to begin with!"
"Oh lighten up will you! I'm still here. LOOK!" Spinning in circles Beau proved he was unharmed.
"It doesn't matter Beau! Do you know how many times when you leave I hope you don't come home in trouble?" Christian asked. Beau shook his head.
"All the time. You may be a little more. what's the word?"
"Fun?" Beau offered.
"Doubtful, than me but I care about you just the same. You're my little brother, someone has to look out for you." When there was a knock at the door.
~
Annabel had snuck out during lunch to track down her pickpocket. She had gone down to the station in hopes of finding him there except they gave her directions to his garrate instead. Lightly knocking on the door she waited as a man with wavy hair that lied lazily over his forehead opened the door. She could tell there was some sort of relation.
"Yes?" he asked.
"Um. is there someone by the name of Harry Potter reside here?" she asked quickly.
"No sorry." He went to close the door when.
"Don't be daft Christian of course there - is." Another man said as he realized who was standing there.
"Why. hello." He smiled taking the wallet right before she took it back.
~
"What are you doing?" he asked stunned as he realized that Christian still stood at his side.
"I'm sorry sir. But you're not Mr. Potter."
"Am so."
"No sir. Mr. Potter is over forty years old."
"I look young for my age."
"Liar." Christian murmured as he rolled her eyes.
"Sir your eyes are brown and Mr. Potter's. well he's blind." She stated.
"You stole from a damn blind man?? How horrid are you going to get?" Christian torted. At that Beau pushed his brother to the side and went out the door, shutting it behind him.
"Are you mad?" He snapped.
"No I feel a little. um, well. calm." She smiled. Beau restrained himself from smiling as well.
"NO!! You -girl- are you going crazy?"
"Over what?" Annabel was doing this on purpose. She knew it toyed with his mind a little.
"You know what? Never mind."
"Ok."
"What are you doing here?" He asked.
"I was returning a wallet."
"Well here it is, in my hand." He held up the leathery broken in wallet. "Thank you and good day." He turned to walk away when she spoke again.
"WAIT!! That's not yours! It belongs to the blind man." She smiled again.
"Well the blind man doesn't have to know I have it. Now is there anything else I can do for you?"
She stopped momentarily. "Yes. I want a reward."
"But the wallet isn't even mine."
"Yes I know but I found it and returned it. I went through all that trouble now I want a reward."
"Listen - uh."
"Annabel."
"Annabel, I am not one to hand out rewards. Therefore good day." Quickly he went through the door and left her standing in the hallway. Leaning against the weak wood he looked at the wallet.
"You are such a prat." Christian mumbled.
"Yes well I'm a prat with cash!" Opening the wallet he searched for the money.
"Fuck!" He exclaimed. Where the bill pocket was, there was no money, only a little card.
"Did she stoke you?" Christian laughed.
"I knew you'd say 'no'. Thank you, Annabel." He read. Turning the card over he realized it was a schedule card from the hotel.
"Dearest brother,"
"Beauregard?"
"We're going to a dinner party." Beau smiled mischievously.
"Ok." He replied then suddenly spit out his absinthe.
"We're what?"
"Really dear brother, you drink entirely too much."
