Post by Curse Kameren on Sept 21, 2010 0:53:29 GMT -5
Curse stayed silent, his hands white-knuckled clasped to each other. His emerald eyes gouged into the counter top as Alex spoke about Lloyd; his younger brother didn't know, but Lloyd had been a very good friend of Curse's, back in the good days of the Ministry. They had worked together on many cases, and Lloyd had helped in the auror department as a kind of mentor for Curse, after Kirk Caulfield had passed. Once he had picked up to Head Auror and Lloyd had led Mysteries the two fell out of contact, but Curse still felt loyal to the man. He closed his eyes in a gesture of honorable silence the friend he just realized he had lost.
"Lloyd was a good man, deserved a better death than that," Curse mumbled, his voice turning dark, like it used to be. "At least he went doing what he loved. If only we all could be so lucky... " The ex-auror's voice took a bitter tone as his emerald eyes fell back to the counter. "How's Harkness? Was never sure about that man; always had an aura about him that he didn't have any bloody idea what he was doing."
“Suddenly Harkness isn’t so popular,” He finished. “These cards, the prejudiced use them as an excuse to discriminate.”
"Yeah, I expected that was their main purpose," Curse replied, tossing his identity card on the kitchen counter. Most of the writing was small and unreadable, but one row was larger than the rest: Bloodline: Half-Blooded. "They kept the cards away from the patients in Mungo's; there were a lot of old death eaters there. Think they had an incident when they first came out..." Curse trailed off, his mind flashing back to the dim days in the mental hospital. He was glad he wouldn't be staying there again any time soon. At least, he hoped so.
“Now tell me about Max.”
Curse broke into a light smile at the mention of his son; the boy really did lift the grave ex-auror's spirits in an almost visible way. "He's amazing, Alex. I never thought I would be the type to have kids. Too dangerous, too many funny complications with curses and such. There are still too many things I don't know. I don't know how a few of my curses are going to affect him," Curse glanced at the door, a flash of worry in his green eyes, "...and I don't know what I'm going to do about the white death."
The eldest Kameren put his head in his hands, running his fingers up into his black-and-white speckled hair. "I'm a ticking time bomb, Alex. By my calculations, if I keep up with the antidote religiously, I might be able to make it to his graduation from Hogwarts. Might." He chuckled bitterly, his fingers starting to shake even at the thought of his poison symptoms. "Even in his own grave, Andalucia finds a way to spite me..." His voice was low at that; he hadn't told Alex much about his enemy from so many years ago, and he didn't want to bring it up now. Too many old skeletons in the closet.
"I haven't told Amelia yet, about the poison. Or the magic in general. And Max doesn't know about the poison either. I don't think I'll tell him until he's older. I've just got him, you know?" Curse glanced at his brother, looking for understanding. However, he didn't expect it.
"Lloyd was a good man, deserved a better death than that," Curse mumbled, his voice turning dark, like it used to be. "At least he went doing what he loved. If only we all could be so lucky... " The ex-auror's voice took a bitter tone as his emerald eyes fell back to the counter. "How's Harkness? Was never sure about that man; always had an aura about him that he didn't have any bloody idea what he was doing."
“Suddenly Harkness isn’t so popular,” He finished. “These cards, the prejudiced use them as an excuse to discriminate.”
"Yeah, I expected that was their main purpose," Curse replied, tossing his identity card on the kitchen counter. Most of the writing was small and unreadable, but one row was larger than the rest: Bloodline: Half-Blooded. "They kept the cards away from the patients in Mungo's; there were a lot of old death eaters there. Think they had an incident when they first came out..." Curse trailed off, his mind flashing back to the dim days in the mental hospital. He was glad he wouldn't be staying there again any time soon. At least, he hoped so.
“Now tell me about Max.”
Curse broke into a light smile at the mention of his son; the boy really did lift the grave ex-auror's spirits in an almost visible way. "He's amazing, Alex. I never thought I would be the type to have kids. Too dangerous, too many funny complications with curses and such. There are still too many things I don't know. I don't know how a few of my curses are going to affect him," Curse glanced at the door, a flash of worry in his green eyes, "...and I don't know what I'm going to do about the white death."
The eldest Kameren put his head in his hands, running his fingers up into his black-and-white speckled hair. "I'm a ticking time bomb, Alex. By my calculations, if I keep up with the antidote religiously, I might be able to make it to his graduation from Hogwarts. Might." He chuckled bitterly, his fingers starting to shake even at the thought of his poison symptoms. "Even in his own grave, Andalucia finds a way to spite me..." His voice was low at that; he hadn't told Alex much about his enemy from so many years ago, and he didn't want to bring it up now. Too many old skeletons in the closet.
"I haven't told Amelia yet, about the poison. Or the magic in general. And Max doesn't know about the poison either. I don't think I'll tell him until he's older. I've just got him, you know?" Curse glanced at his brother, looking for understanding. However, he didn't expect it.