Summary: Remy goes shopping, and plans for yet another party
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Warnings: stay tuned
From the author:
Alright then, in this chapter there are many made up names, that I think could be a bit lame but I was struggling to at least come up with original names. I would very much appreciate any tips on coming up with unique names if anyone would be willing to give it. If not…meh I will make do. We'll see what you think.
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Remy and Victor went to the small dinning room near the kitchen for lunch and quickly eating the sandwiches and pudding, they then readied themselves to go shopping. "We'll apparate there, and then we can have all the purchases delivered later to save time." Victor explained as he and Remy made to leave. "First things first though, when we get there we will have to create a Gringots account for you. Let me choose a few guards to come along and then we'll be off. Don't forget the supplies list." And with that, Victor left Remy alone in the entryway to wait. Remy didn't have to wait long though because in minutes, Victor returned, three dark clothed guards in tow and they all apparated away, Remy holding tightly to Victor's arm.
With a pop the group arrived in a slightly different Diagon Alley than that which is remembered. There were new shops in the place of old and some shops had simply dissapperated. Gringots however still dominated the center of the alley and posed an awesome sight to Remy who had never been in Diagon Alley in the daylight hours. Entering the bank after instructing the guards to wait outside, Victor approached the goblin seated at a high desk at one end of the room. "Hello, I would like to open a subsidiary account in the name of Lord Remy Sagoicci off of my own." Grinning a very sharp and toothy grin, the gobbling instructed them to follow him and then led them into an office down a short hallway off of the main lobby. Once they were seated the goblin snapped his fingers and a folder of paper work appeared before him. Indicating where to sign he handed the papers to Victor who singed them with a flourish. "I assume you would like to make a withdrawal as well" inquired the goblin in an impossibly nasal voice that grated on the highly attuned vampire ears. Wincing slightly, Victor weakly nodded and produced his key. Smiling that toothy smile again the goblin led them to the trolley system that would take them to the Sagoicci vault.
Two quick and sickening trolley rides later, Victor and Remy were fully ready to commence shopping. Exiting the bank and allowing the guards to fall into step behind them, Victor led Remy to the first store on the market. Entering Olivander's wand shop the obviously aged Olivander answered the summons of the tinkling bell and came from the back of the shop to serve his new customers. Peering through thick bifocals, he quickly identified the customers. "Ah Lords Sagoicci, I have been expecting you, once I read about your new son in the papers, Remy, isn't it. You'll be needing a wand so lets get started. Tottering to the shelves he methodically pulled down several long and narrow boxes before returning to Remy and Victor. Opening the topmost box, Mr. Olivander removed a wand and handed it to Remy. "Ash, unicorn tail hair, 8 ½ inches, good for defense" Remy hardly had it in his hand before it was swiped away from him and another one put in his place. "Cherry, Thestral feather, 10 inches, sturdy," Remy got to wave this one, but nothing happened, or so he thought. Turning to voice his worry he spotted Victor and almost burst out laughing, his once very dark black hair was now bright pink. Quickly fixing this, Olivander retrieved the failed wand and continued to search for the proper match.
A long 15 minutes and an untold number of wands later, found Remy finally discovering his wand, "Yew, dragon heartstring, 12 ½ inches" and leaving Mr. Olivander's shop to go get the robes he needed. For these they headed to Horace and Horatio, fine clothing of all styles which was conveniently located, just across the way. As they entered the store, a stern looking shopkeeper greeted them. Noting who the customers were however his demeanor changed immediately. "Why hello my lords, what can I help you with today…..no let me guess. Lord Remy needs robes for the Dark Lord's academy. We have had so many orders today, wonderful for business." The man rambled on is much the same fashion as he led Remy to a cubicle and with a wave of his wand, a tape measurer began to take Remy's measurements. Within half an hour, Remy had bought the robes he needed as well as a few pairs of sturdy boots of the like needed for the academy. Paying and scheduling delivery to the castle within the week, Remy and Victor and their guards exited the shop and continued on.
Next was books, Remy was ushered into Flourish and Blotts, now under new ownership, where he quickly selected the required books on his list. He also convinced Victor to get a few books on hand to hand combat to aid in his personal study. Paying, and again scheduling delivery, the group moved on yet again, this time to buy Remy's potion supplies and cauldron, then, as Remy was about to collapse from exhaustion, he remembered the owl he had gotten for his birthday. "Father, we have to quickly stop and get some frozen mice for my owl, apparently it is all that will make him cooperate." Chuckling slightly Victor nodded and he and Remy stopped on the way home for some mice from the pet emporium before appearating home.
Once they arrived back at the Sagoicci castle, Remy's first thought was to take a nap before dinner, but that thought was quickly banished from his mind when he noticed the commotion brewing at the main door to the castle. Apparently someone wanted in and was being denied access. As they neared, Remy could eventually hear some of the conversation. "I really must speak with Lord Sagoicci, my master sent me." Said the thin and spindly man in somewhat shabby robes with, upon inspection, bore the Malfoy crest. As soon as Victor was within speaking distance, he spoke up loudly, "What seems to be the trouble here?" The messenger whirled, and seeing Victor quickly bowed low. "My Lord, on behalf of Master Lucius Malfoy, you are cordially invited to a party to be held in Lord Remy's honor on the 20 of June at 7 PM on the Malfoy Estate." Then the messenger handed Victor a dark envelope and with another quick bow dissapperated. Victor pocketed the envelope and entered the castle without speaking. To Remy, he looked as if in deep thought.
Once inside, Victor turned to Remy and said, "Remy do you think you could meet me in my study in about an hour? That should give you time for a quick nap." Before Remy could respond however, Victor turned with a swirl of robes leaving a very perplexed Remy in his wake. Remy hesitated a minute but then decided in favor of taking the given time for a nap. Entering his room after greeting the guards outside Remy saw that the owl whom he had decided to call Crunch in honor of his odd eating habits, was not there. Remy then assumed that he probably found his own way to the owlry, the smell alone would make the location perfectly clear so Remy had no doubt of Cruch's whereabouts. Remy plopped down contentedly on his bed and dozed lightly for about 45 minutes before he decided he should go meet Victor as planned.
Strolling through the winding hallways at a leisurely pace Remy eventually found himself outside Victor's study. The doors were closed and Remy was slightly startled to hear a strange voice, a man by the sound of it talking to his father. Not wanting to be rude, Remy knocked lightly on the door and the conversation broke off abruptly. "Who is is?" Victor's voice asked. "It's me…Remy." Remy said through the door. Moments later, the door was opened and Victor let Remy into the room. At his entrance, the man who had been speaking with his father rose. His platinum blond hair and pale complexion marked him immediately as one of the Malfoys.
"Remy I would like to introduce you to Mr. Draco Malfoy, son of Lucius Malfoy, my associate among the Dark Lord's forces." "Pleased to meet you," Remy replied politely with a small smile. "Remy, we were just discussing this soiree the Malfoys want to throw and your political coming out in society. Not to be rude or anything, but Remy, you don't know the first thing about etiquette or aristocratic behaviors from a lords standpoint. Draco here has offered to teach you, You would be staying with him and his family till the party. Of course you won't be able to have your martial arts classes for that time, but I think you could catch up fast."
"My lord, my son is currently taking dueling lessons, Stephan is about Remy's age, he turns 14 this November. I am sure his teacher wouldn't mind the extra pupil and in my humble opinion, dueling is an essential skill." Drawled Draco. "Ha, a Malfoy being humble, my things have changed" teased Victor with a smirk. This earned a piercing glare from Draco followed by a playfully hurt look from Victor. The antics of the two grown men caused Remy to break down into barely concealed laughter. Not concealed enough though because Victor noticed and upbraided him. "Remy, Lords do NOT snicker, it's quite undignified." "Well you are one to talk, look at you two" smirked Remy. Victor made to reply finding the logic in Remy's comment, chose instead to smile and shake his head in amusement. A slight cough from Draco brought Victor back into focus.
"Oh yes, etiquette lessons, right. So Remy, are you game? You would probably leave today." Remy only had to think a moment, Draco seemed alright for an adult. Remy quickly agreed and he was sent off to pack a few trunks for his stay. A house elf took the trunks to the study where Draco and Victor were still chatting away. Remy entered the study again and said goodbye to Victor with a quick hug then his trunks were shrunk and Draco apparated home with Remy holding onto his arm. Once they arrived, seconds, later, Remy gasped in awe. Malfoy Manor was elegantly styled yet still commanded an aura of authority and security, not at all like the Sagoicci castle, which was pure force with little beauty in outside view. The Manor was set high on a hill and the view was amazing. Off to the east and south there was thick forest, to the north was a large meadow where a simplified quiddich pitch had been set up, and to the west was a large hedge maze that intrigued Remy greatly.
Draco noticed Remy's interest in the maze and said, "You can explore it with Stephan sometime while you're here. The layout changes every month so as not to get boring. Remy couldn't wait to explore. Walking to the door Draco was greeted by a stern looking butler in a sharp uniform who bowed at their arrival. Draco handed him his cloak and told Remy to do the same. Then Draco led Remy inside and the elegant beauty of the Manor again flabbergasted Remy. Draco ushered Remy into a lounge off of the entry way and encouraged him to sit. "Can I get the house elves to bring anything to drink?" asked Draco. "You wouldn't happen to have any blood would you?" Remy asked nervously. "We'll see what the house elves can work out, I can't imagine after years of holding close friendship with a vampire lord that we wouldn't have some source of blood laying around." Said Draco with a characteristic smirk. "Ah, Butler," called Draco. "Yes sir?" "Could you gather up the family and tell them to come here at their convenience, I want them all to meet Remy." "Yes, Sir." The butler turned and left with a curt bow and left Remy and Draco alone to await the arrival of the rest of the Malfoy family.
Well there you have it an update. Of course if you want more, it would be very much beneficial if you could use the little feature called submit a review. I love feedback, and constructive criticism would be all right too.
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