Ch 13 Confronting
"Clarissa dear, you have a visitor," Clarissa's mother, Marie Cirqueau, who was half veela, told her as Clarissa walked down the large stairwell, that was adorned with portraits of the Cirqueau family, as she walked by the portrait of herself when she was four, and sighed as the young Clarissa waved at her and whispered "Qui êtes-vous??" and looked down at her mother.
"Who is—"Clarissa started, then saw who it was, James Bristow. Her boyfriend from fourth year, he was three years ahead of her, and they were very much 'in love' until James broke it off the last day of term. Clarissa was very much heartbroken, and hadn't seen James since he started working at the Ministry.
"James, you remember James, don't you?" Her mother said.
"Yes very much, Mother." Clarissa said quietly as she looked into a mirror to check her hair. Clarissa wouldn't have normally concerned herself with that sort of thing, but James, he had an effect on her, and James was looking better than ever. His light brown hair was shag-like and his dark green eyes twinkled as he saw her.
"Clarissa, how long has it been?" James asked as Clarissa reached the end of the stairwell and kissed his cheek, in the normal proper manner.
"Ages, really." Clarissa said politely, "Mother when is dinner being served?"
"Well in about 30 minutes," Clarissa's mother said, "James dear, would you like to stay for dinner? We're having a special Christmas Eve feast; the elves have been working crazy all week." Her mother said before she could stop her,
"Sure, Mrs. Cirqueau, I'd love to." James said politely and gave one of the waiting house elves his cloak and followed Mrs. Cirqueau to the drawing room, Clarissa followed dutifully, regretting never telling her mother about them dating.
"So, James, how is the ministry going?" Mrs. Cirqueau asked
"Good, I'm working under Fudge now." James said proudly
"That's wonderful; would you like a cup of tea?" Mrs. Cirqueau questioned as Clarissa sat down in a chair by the fire.
"I would love that, Mrs. Cirqueau." James said dutifully. The Bristow's and the Cirqeau's had always been good friends, James' and Clarissa's father's worked together, and they often took vacations together when Clarissa was young, they had an estate near their own home in France.
"Er..Mother I'm going to go freshen up." Clarissa said politely and ran up the stairs to her bedroom, changed twice, finally decided on a light blue cardigan and cords, put on a slight bit of lip gloss and ran back down to the drawing room and sat back down.
"Ah Clarissa, that was fast. James and I were just discussing the ministry internship programs, maybe you could intern there this summer." Mrs. Cirqueau told Clarissa.
"Yes sure mother, that'd be great." Clarissa said as she fidgeted with the locket Xander had given her.
"Mrs. Cirqeau, Miss Cirqeau, Mr. Bristow, dinner is served." A small house elf came into the drawing room and said.
"Okay then," Mrs. Cirqueau said politely and stood up and ushered Clarissa and James into the dining hall, which was adorned for Christmas, a tall Christmas tree stood at the end of the dining hall, which the house elves had made in an all light blue décor, like the Cirqueau Crest.
Clarissa sat down next to her little sister and sighed, looking down the table at James, who was in deep conversation with her older brother, Etienne and his wife. She sighed once more, and Xander Dolus was the last thing on her mind.
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"Mum, thanks for the new broom book, it's really interesting." Matt told his mother graciously.
"Oh dear, I'm glad you like it, where in gods name is your sister?"
"I have no clue," Matt said as he opened up another box that revealed socks with little broomsticks on them, Matt sighed, his mother was always giving him socks with Brooms, or Quaffles, or Snitches, sometimes all at the same time. Matt's twin sisters, Mabel and Madison, were sitting quietly in a corner, looking at one of Matt's big sister's Marissa's discarded Teen Witch and whispering quietly every once and a while, Matt's big sister, Marissa, was away on business in Nigeria, and couldn't make it that Christmas, and his other big sister Margaret, was running late, and that was what was making Matt's mother, Lavinia Logan so worried.
"Sorry everyone, they had an extra raid at the ministry I had to deal with." Margaret Logan said as she walked through the door, taking off her cloak and brushing the snow out of her hair, and sitting down on one of the couches in the crowded living room and chatted animatedly with her mother.
Matt looked around the room and pretended to be interested in his new book, then decided just to head up stairs. "Er...I'm tired, Mum. I think I'm gonna go to bed."
"Okay dear, see you in the morning." Mrs. Logan said as she accioed the tea pot from the kitchen.
Matt walked up to his room at the very top of the house, it was decorated with various Quidditch posters and had a small bed in the middle of it, where it had a patchwork quilt his mother had made. He sat down on his bed and looked around, noticing how, childish his room had become, and got up and walked to his desk, and started to write an owl—
To Corin Danvers.
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"Corin dear, they're keeping the Robe Shop open just for us, get a move on it." Corin's mother called down the corridor, obviously impatient.
"I'm..uh coming, Mother." Corin said absentmindedly, she had just received a letter from Christoph, and it basically talked about his holidays, and about how much he missed her, and everything. She had also received an owl from Matt Logan, asking her to go on a date with him after holidays. Corin had been quite surprised, seeing as how it hadn't really worked out last year, and he had been the one to break it off. She glanced around her bedroom and sighed, she had still liked Matt when she started really liking Christoph, but then again, she had only liked Christoph to get back at Necia. Necia hadn't minded of course, Necia wasn't like that. And Christoph was obviously perfect, but there was something about Matt, that made him better. Corin sighed and looked into the mirror on her dresser, wishing she didn't have to go out to the effing dress shop, but Corin did whatever her mother told her do.
Corin stood up and straightened out her light yellow sweater and went down the stairs, where Necia and her Mother were waiting, Mrs. Danvers was tapping her foot, and Necia was changing her hair color with her wand with her wand absentmindedly, it had gone from honey brown, to deep red in a flick of a wand, and Corin laughed.
"Blonde isn't your color, Necia." Corin said matter-of-factly as Necia quickly changed her hair to a light blonde.
"I rather liked it." Necia replied smugly as her hair flicked back to its normal color.
"Well finally you grace us with your presence." Corin's mother told her as she slipped on her cloak.
"Sorry, Mother." Corin said dutifully as she slipped her own cloak on.
Necia grinned her way and mouthed "Nut, she is."
"I know." Corin mouthed back, grinning as well.
"Well then, they won't keep the Robe Shop open forever, come on you two, get in the carriage. I swear children these days, think they've got all the time in the world." Corin's mother said busy-bodily.
"Oh god, Mother. Shut up!"
"Clarissa dear, you have a visitor," Clarissa's mother, Marie Cirqueau, who was half veela, told her as Clarissa walked down the large stairwell, that was adorned with portraits of the Cirqueau family, as she walked by the portrait of herself when she was four, and sighed as the young Clarissa waved at her and whispered "Qui êtes-vous??" and looked down at her mother.
"Who is—"Clarissa started, then saw who it was, James Bristow. Her boyfriend from fourth year, he was three years ahead of her, and they were very much 'in love' until James broke it off the last day of term. Clarissa was very much heartbroken, and hadn't seen James since he started working at the Ministry.
"James, you remember James, don't you?" Her mother said.
"Yes very much, Mother." Clarissa said quietly as she looked into a mirror to check her hair. Clarissa wouldn't have normally concerned herself with that sort of thing, but James, he had an effect on her, and James was looking better than ever. His light brown hair was shag-like and his dark green eyes twinkled as he saw her.
"Clarissa, how long has it been?" James asked as Clarissa reached the end of the stairwell and kissed his cheek, in the normal proper manner.
"Ages, really." Clarissa said politely, "Mother when is dinner being served?"
"Well in about 30 minutes," Clarissa's mother said, "James dear, would you like to stay for dinner? We're having a special Christmas Eve feast; the elves have been working crazy all week." Her mother said before she could stop her,
"Sure, Mrs. Cirqueau, I'd love to." James said politely and gave one of the waiting house elves his cloak and followed Mrs. Cirqueau to the drawing room, Clarissa followed dutifully, regretting never telling her mother about them dating.
"So, James, how is the ministry going?" Mrs. Cirqueau asked
"Good, I'm working under Fudge now." James said proudly
"That's wonderful; would you like a cup of tea?" Mrs. Cirqueau questioned as Clarissa sat down in a chair by the fire.
"I would love that, Mrs. Cirqueau." James said dutifully. The Bristow's and the Cirqeau's had always been good friends, James' and Clarissa's father's worked together, and they often took vacations together when Clarissa was young, they had an estate near their own home in France.
"Er..Mother I'm going to go freshen up." Clarissa said politely and ran up the stairs to her bedroom, changed twice, finally decided on a light blue cardigan and cords, put on a slight bit of lip gloss and ran back down to the drawing room and sat back down.
"Ah Clarissa, that was fast. James and I were just discussing the ministry internship programs, maybe you could intern there this summer." Mrs. Cirqueau told Clarissa.
"Yes sure mother, that'd be great." Clarissa said as she fidgeted with the locket Xander had given her.
"Mrs. Cirqeau, Miss Cirqeau, Mr. Bristow, dinner is served." A small house elf came into the drawing room and said.
"Okay then," Mrs. Cirqueau said politely and stood up and ushered Clarissa and James into the dining hall, which was adorned for Christmas, a tall Christmas tree stood at the end of the dining hall, which the house elves had made in an all light blue décor, like the Cirqueau Crest.
Clarissa sat down next to her little sister and sighed, looking down the table at James, who was in deep conversation with her older brother, Etienne and his wife. She sighed once more, and Xander Dolus was the last thing on her mind.
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"Mum, thanks for the new broom book, it's really interesting." Matt told his mother graciously.
"Oh dear, I'm glad you like it, where in gods name is your sister?"
"I have no clue," Matt said as he opened up another box that revealed socks with little broomsticks on them, Matt sighed, his mother was always giving him socks with Brooms, or Quaffles, or Snitches, sometimes all at the same time. Matt's twin sisters, Mabel and Madison, were sitting quietly in a corner, looking at one of Matt's big sister's Marissa's discarded Teen Witch and whispering quietly every once and a while, Matt's big sister, Marissa, was away on business in Nigeria, and couldn't make it that Christmas, and his other big sister Margaret, was running late, and that was what was making Matt's mother, Lavinia Logan so worried.
"Sorry everyone, they had an extra raid at the ministry I had to deal with." Margaret Logan said as she walked through the door, taking off her cloak and brushing the snow out of her hair, and sitting down on one of the couches in the crowded living room and chatted animatedly with her mother.
Matt looked around the room and pretended to be interested in his new book, then decided just to head up stairs. "Er...I'm tired, Mum. I think I'm gonna go to bed."
"Okay dear, see you in the morning." Mrs. Logan said as she accioed the tea pot from the kitchen.
Matt walked up to his room at the very top of the house, it was decorated with various Quidditch posters and had a small bed in the middle of it, where it had a patchwork quilt his mother had made. He sat down on his bed and looked around, noticing how, childish his room had become, and got up and walked to his desk, and started to write an owl—
To Corin Danvers.
---
"Corin dear, they're keeping the Robe Shop open just for us, get a move on it." Corin's mother called down the corridor, obviously impatient.
"I'm..uh coming, Mother." Corin said absentmindedly, she had just received a letter from Christoph, and it basically talked about his holidays, and about how much he missed her, and everything. She had also received an owl from Matt Logan, asking her to go on a date with him after holidays. Corin had been quite surprised, seeing as how it hadn't really worked out last year, and he had been the one to break it off. She glanced around her bedroom and sighed, she had still liked Matt when she started really liking Christoph, but then again, she had only liked Christoph to get back at Necia. Necia hadn't minded of course, Necia wasn't like that. And Christoph was obviously perfect, but there was something about Matt, that made him better. Corin sighed and looked into the mirror on her dresser, wishing she didn't have to go out to the effing dress shop, but Corin did whatever her mother told her do.
Corin stood up and straightened out her light yellow sweater and went down the stairs, where Necia and her Mother were waiting, Mrs. Danvers was tapping her foot, and Necia was changing her hair color with her wand with her wand absentmindedly, it had gone from honey brown, to deep red in a flick of a wand, and Corin laughed.
"Blonde isn't your color, Necia." Corin said matter-of-factly as Necia quickly changed her hair to a light blonde.
"I rather liked it." Necia replied smugly as her hair flicked back to its normal color.
"Well finally you grace us with your presence." Corin's mother told her as she slipped on her cloak.
"Sorry, Mother." Corin said dutifully as she slipped her own cloak on.
Necia grinned her way and mouthed "Nut, she is."
"I know." Corin mouthed back, grinning as well.
"Well then, they won't keep the Robe Shop open forever, come on you two, get in the carriage. I swear children these days, think they've got all the time in the world." Corin's mother said busy-bodily.
"Oh god, Mother. Shut up!"