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Post by Skatie on May 1, 2018 18:10:50 GMT -5
Violet Brixton
One of the benefits of working with her boyfriend was that Violet always had a pretty good idea how his day was going. When she had gone by his office after she was done for the day, Kerrigan had told her that he'd been called out on a case. She knew then and there that Sebastian was likely not having a very good day. When she had seen him earlier in the afternoon, she could see it in the lines of his face. For an Auror, some days were just extremely trying and even very strong people could get bogged down by the stress. Violet took herself home without him. She knew that he would come home to her whenever he was done with his work - they had a good understanding of one another that saved them from petty arguments over their jobs. They were both very serious about what they did and supported one another. She tidied up the house, though it was always kept immaculately clean, and then set to work on making dinner. Violet was often unfairly judged by her looks - many women at the Ministry liked to joke that she likely couldn't cook because she'd relied on her looks to get her through life. Men didn't date her for a homecooked meal, they'd say when they thought she couldn't hear them. Well, she didn't care. She liked cooking, especially when she knew Seb was having a bad day. By the time he would arrive home, the table would be set with a full roast dinner with all the fixings. Music was playing softly and there were fresh flowers on the table in the entry hall, the counter, and the table. She was humming with the music as she washed the dishes she'd used while cooking.
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Post by kaye on May 1, 2018 19:06:59 GMT -5
___________________________________________________________________________ Sebastian was used to days not being easy; his job was not one that had many easy or good days, but it had been what he had signed up for, so he did not complain. However, days like today-where there seemed to be a hundred little things that just continued to pile up-seemed to be even more wearing than days with one big case to deal with. The magic and paperwork he could deal with. It was people that Sebastian often fell short of understanding. People would joke that he had no bedside manner at all when it came to dealing with people, to which he would always reply "What bedside manner? I'm not a Healer." Oftentimes that was enough for people to drop it and chalk it up to the German man having no sense of humor. Sebastian did not care; it got them away from his desk and let him get back to work that much sooner. Spells and books he could understand without a problem; it was the human element that often tripped him up. Thankfully, Violet had a bit more of an understanding of people and could steer him straight. He had passed her a few times in the office and offered her a small smile when he could, though for the most part he had been in and out of the office all day and by the end of it, he was tired and frustrated and ready to go home. He loved his job dearly and could not picture doing anything else, but even when you had your dream career, some days were just ones you wished you had stayed home in bed. He got back to the office after many others had left. Sebastian asked Kerrigan if Violet was still at work, but she informed him she had gone home. Sighing, Sebastian gathered up his things and headed home as well, ready for the quiet and peace their home and her presence brought him. The smell of food hit him as soon as he opened the door, along with the sounds of music playing and the faint smell of flowers, which he noticed were fresh. Smiling a little, he put his things by the door and walked into the kitchen, going over and kissing her cheek in greeting. "Please tell me your day was better than mine."
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Post by Skatie on May 1, 2018 19:12:22 GMT -5
Violet inclined her cheek to receive his kiss, smiling a little. "Love, I think anyone's day must have been better than yours," she returned knowingly. Sebastian never needed to spell out what he'd suffered through the day - she had learned to read his face, his body language, and being able to catch sight of him in the office now and then meant that she usually knew how his day was before he had a chance to explain away any clipped tones or times he'd passed without noticing her (which didn't happen often, to be fair).
"I made you peas, though," she said, drying her hands on a dish towel and turning to him with a playful smile. "Let me feed you and you can tell me all about it, okay?" Violet gestured to the table, then leaned up to press her lips to his softly before leading the way to the table, where everything was waiting for them.
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Post by kaye on May 1, 2018 19:20:28 GMT -5
He smiled a little in response, shaking his head. "I would not say anyone...but it would be a close race." He tried to make his tone light, his accent still heavy despite speaking English very well. He did not bother to lie, though; Violet always knew. They both knew each other so well by now it was pretty much impossible for either of them to not notice something about the other, be it they looked happy that day or their shoulders were hunched with the weight of the world on their shoulders.
"Food sounds wonderful," he said as his stomach growled. He had not stopped for lunch (an unfortunate habit of his), and a hot meal would do him good. He paused long enough to return her kiss, relaxing a bit even with that small contact with her, before taking his seat at the table. "I still say you should bring some food in to work," he told her, smirking a little. "To stop those women saying you cannot cook."
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Post by Skatie on May 1, 2018 19:25:13 GMT -5
"I refuse to pander to the harpies," Violet said seriously. "I cook for people I love, not people who do their best to hurt my feelings." The women never succeeded in hurting Violet's feelings, though. She had developed a very thick skin over the years when it came to the pettiness of females. She had gone from being a withdrawn bookworm to be a confident, unapologetic witch - though still very much a bookworm.
Violet made up a plate of roast beef, mashed potatoes, gravy, and peas for herself before taking a warm roll. "Of course, if they bothered to join me for lunch one day, they'd see that I cook. I always bring leftovers. Though one witch did see me eating my leftovers last week and told her little friend that you must be the cook in the household."
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Post by kaye on May 1, 2018 19:31:50 GMT -5
Sebastian helped himself to a bit of everything as she spoke, loading his plate before helping himself to a roll and then proceeded to butter it. Of the two of them, Violet was definitely more outgoing, but he knew that she struggled just like he did occasionally. For the life of him, he could not understand why her looks--she was gorgeous, of course, from being part Veela, but it was so much more than that to him--immediately made others think she did not know how to do anything other than flip her hair and bat her eyelashes. She was very intelligent, something that had drawn him to her more than her looks.
He shook his head, taking a bite of his roll before saying anything. "You should tell them next time that I can burn water," he said. He was not a cook by any stretch of the imagination. His bachelor days had been spent with take out and sandwiches, nothing like what Violet provided.
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Post by Skatie on May 1, 2018 19:37:57 GMT -5
Violet got up from the table to get Sebastian a cold drink and delivered it to him, realizing that she had forgotten. "It's none of their business what you can and cannot do," she replied as she went back to get herself a glass of water. "Honestly, I don't know why they care so much about our home life. They should all get a hobby."
Perhaps a side-effect of waiting so long to find a man like Sebastian, Violet was fiercely protective of him. She would never say something negative about him, even something silly like the fact that he didn't cook. She kept their home life private because she didn't want women to know he was wonderful any more than she wanted them to think him useless. All they needed to know was that she was happy with him, and he with her, and they would do well to stay away from it altogether.
"Anyway," she brushed that topic aside with a sigh, "my father called and left a message. He was wondering if we'd watch Rosie this weekend. He and the step-monster are going on a little jot to Scotland, I suppose."
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Post by kaye on May 1, 2018 19:48:21 GMT -5
"Danke," he said as she put a drink in front of him. Honestly, she did so much for him that he felt spoiled by her, in a way. She took care of him like no one else had, and he loved her dearly for it. He just wished he could provide for her what she did for him sometimes.
It took all of his willpower not to snort into his drink at her words. He was a very private person when outside of his home. No one needed to know what he did in his private time, nor what his relationship with Violet was like. Of course, he knew that rumors would spread when they had started seeing each other, and he had heard a few when they had moved in together, but he thought that a year in things would have died out. Apparently gossip was worth more than gold.
Sebastian looked over at her when she rejoined the table, a real smirk on his face at her description of her step mother. He knew the relationship was strained to say the least, but he found it rather amusing when Violet got like this. "Of course we can. Rosie can always come here."
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Post by Skatie on May 1, 2018 19:54:12 GMT -5
"I swear, he finds himself a younger model every five years," she grumbled. Violet was particularly unsettled by his most recent marriage, as her stepmother was literally less than ten years younger than herself. "He's due an upgrade any day now. I mean, Rosie's just turned five."
It wasn't really wishful thinking that her father sever ties with yet another bride. She did want her father to be happy and she had suspected for a very long time that it was extremely hard to replace her own mother, though that had been so very long ago. A half-Veela was a very hard thing to replace with an ordinary muggle woman, sadly. He was always chasing beauty and, unfortunately for him, beauty faded. It was the natural course of life. Though, to look at Violet, you might suspect her beauty was timeless.
"I'll call him and let him know after dinner," she agreed. Rosie was the sweetest little girl, practically Violet's miniature. She had taken an instant liking to Sebastian, so her coming to stay was no trouble for anyone involved. "What should we do to entertain her? I was thinking about that new movie in the cinemas...about gnomes?"
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Post by kaye on May 1, 2018 20:09:36 GMT -5
Sebastian knew her father's habits annoyed her, but he also knew that she loved the man despite it all. He could not blame her for being a bit bitter about it: after all, her current step mother was barely older than she was, which was just odd any way you looked at it. He knew this all went back to her father trying to replace her mother, but people were not things to be replaced. Even someone as clueless about people as Sebastian knew that much.
Rosie was a complete sweetheart, and while Sebastian would never pretend to be completely comfortable around children, he had taken to Rosie very quickly. She was a little diamond in her own right, an her coming over for a weekend to spend with her sister was no trouble to him.
He tilted his head, thinking. He had never done many Muggle things before meeting Violet, who had showed him several different sides of Muggle life. They had gone to the cinemas before, which Sebastian had been slightly overwhelmed by but had grown to enjoy it. The moving pictures were almost like magic, though he had to say that the monsters the movies had were usually completely wrong and he ended up laughing instead of being horrified. "Ja, we could go to that," he said, partly for Rosie's enjoyment and partly to see how Muggles thought gnomes would look. "There is also the zoo, museums, parks..."
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Post by Skatie on May 2, 2018 6:19:37 GMT -5
Despite his flaws, Violet's father was a good man and a great father. He was extremely intelligent, fair, and kind. It was why he had no trouble in getting these young beauties to date and even marry him. His current wife was desperately jealous of Violet, though, which made things difficult. As if Violet was going to steal her own father away from his wife. Ridiculous woman.
"Why don't we go to the zoo Saturday? I've heard that the weather will actually be nice," she remembered. They were due an English thunderstorm on Sunday, which would be perfect for being inside a dark theatre. "I'll make up the guest room. I know she likes to camp out in the living room, but dad said they're really trying to break her of not sleeping in her bed like a big girl."
Rosie was notorious for charming them into letting her make a tent of sheets in the living room and sleeping in her favorite sleeping bag, but Violet understood that her father would want her to retain some routine even when not home. She was already planning to conjure up some sort of nightlight to cast stars around the room, hoping that would keep her in bed once she was tucked in.
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Post by kaye on May 5, 2018 19:20:42 GMT -5
Sebastian knew how much family meant to Violet, and it was one of the things that drew him to her most. He was very close with his own family and tried to go back to Germany at least once a year to visit his parents and his extended relatives. It was because of his younger brother that he was in London at all, and why he had met Violet in the first place (albeit indirectly). His niece also lived in the city and attended Hogwarts, and during her summers she would always stay at least a week with them.
He nodded, cleaning his plate. "The zoo on Saturday it is, and Sunday that gnome movie you mentioned. A very big weekend for a five year old." Rosie would likely be exhausted at the end of it, which was the goal of her parents, he was secretly sure.
He lifted his glass and finished his drink, feeling full and content and ready to just relax the rest of the night away with Violet before heading back to work tomorrow. "How was work for you?" he asked, getting up to put his plate in the sink.
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Post by Skatie on May 5, 2018 19:53:14 GMT -5
Violet got up and began carrying dishes to the sink. She made one trip with her arms full, then grabbed her wand and flicked it to summon the rest of it over. She normally preferred to do the dishes manually, but tonight she put her magic to work instead. Tonight, she didn't want to waste time doing chores when she could be spending her time with Sebastian. She just took a moment to put the leftovers into containers to easily take for lunch.
"I'm going to change," she told Sebastian, her fingers slipping briefly through his hair as she passed. Violet made her way into their bedroom and removed her work suit, hanging it up nicely. She pulled on some shorts and one of Sebastian's t-shirts before coming back out, in the midst of throwing her hair up into a messy knot.
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Post by kaye on May 5, 2018 23:37:25 GMT -5
Sebastian helped her put everything into the sink, moving out of the way as she summoned the last of the dishes with her wand. He smiled a little and nodded, letting her go. He went and poured two glasses of red wine, figuring they could both use them after today. He carried them into the living room and put them down on the coffee table, then turned just as she came out in shorts and one of his shirts.
"Be right back," he promised, kissing her in passing. He went to their room and changed as well, hanging up his robes in favor of some pajama bottoms and a loose shirt. Once changed, he went back out to the living room with her and sank onto the sofa with a contented sigh.
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Post by Skatie on May 6, 2018 13:24:05 GMT -5
As soon as Sebastian made himself comfortable on the sofa, Violet curled herself up against him snuggly with a happy sigh. "Thank you, you wonderful man," she said as she lifted the wine glass to her lips. It was a sweet red, her favorite vintage, and she took a sip to savor it. She lifted her face and pressed her lips to his jaw.
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