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Post by Deleted on Jul 8, 2018 21:32:10 GMT -5
 when you try your
best but you
don’t succeed ❧ Isolde was going to be a grandmother. How was that even possible? The attorney stood in front of the children’s bookstore, her lips pressed firmly into a line. She was too young to be a grandmother. And Merlin’s beard, Izzy was too young to be a mother. It was a difficult situation, especially given that Isolde had been pregnant at only sixteen. At least Izzy was older than that, she thought as she ran a hand over her perfectly slicked back French twist. What would this mean for her daughter, she wondered. Would Izzy be able to maintain the same composure and dedication that Isolde had? She remembered just how hard it had been...classes, internships, job interviews, a baby on her hip...
She had warned Izzy. She’d warned her not to follow the same path that she had. Every day had been a fight - and this meant the same for Izzy. There were things that she would need to sacrifice. There were choices that she would need to make down the line. All of this would be soon be her daughter’s burden to bear. But Izzy had one thing that Isolde hadn’t had. Yes, she had had her parents at her beck and call, but her parents didn’t know what it was like. Izzy would have Isolde. She would have first-hand knowledge of colicky little babies screaming at the top of their lungs when work was fast approaching. She would have a…grandmother that was willing to be there every step of the way.
And the first step: buying her future…daughter’s child their very first book. After all, Isolde credited The Tales of the Beetle and the Bard as being the reason her daughter was so intelligent. She would give her grandchild a headstart just like her daughter. If only she could find the book she was looking for.
Isolde was a blood attorney! It should not have been this difficult for her to find a children’s book, should it? But, the more she walked around the confusing little bookstore, the more she got turned around. Merlin Almighty, it had been years since she’d had to go into a place like this. Her daughter wanted to go to the Royal Library and check out encyclopedias not read…children’s books. Isolde stopped, picking up a hardcover of a fairytale that was written in Gaelic, it seemed. No, certainly not what she was looking for.
At that precise moment, a bookkeeper crossed her path. “Sorry, do you just have a copy of The Tales of the Beetle and the Bard? I’m looking for one for my grand—” She struggled with the word, but pushed through. “—child.”
“You answer me, although I never ask you questions. What am I?”
Isolde stared at the clerk, her confusion obviously written on her face. “Excuse me?”
The man repeated the riddle, this time, grinning from ear to ear.
Was this some sort of joke? She was just here for a book, not to play some childish game! Did she look like the sort of woman who enjoyed games? Merlin's Beard, how was she supposed to be a grandmother if she couldn't even play a simple word game. But she was already past the point of annoyance. “A riddle. A riddle?”
“Or perhaps this one better suits your fancy: A wizard promises that he can throw a ball as hard as he can and have it stop, change direction, and come back to him. He claims he can do it without the ball bouncing off of anything, the ball being tied to anything or the use of magnets. How is this —"
Isolde cut him off. “Isn’t there anyone else who works here?” She asked, pursing her lips together as she looked around, avoiding eye contact with the clerk who decided there was somewhere else he must be. “Maybe even someone who doesn’t work here?” They, perhaps, might be more helpful, judging on the quality of conversation she had just had. [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 9, 2018 18:26:23 GMT -5
Sarai didn't get many days off. Just once every two weeks or so was she spared the gruelling hours at the mercy of whatever monster requested her -or requested just some test subject in general- to torment for however long they felt like. They dressed it up as research. Potions, spells, charms, alchemy, protective clothing, you name it. They tried it all and somehow they had absolutely no better option than testing it on a muggleborn. That was all bullshit, they definitely did know other ways because otherwise they wouldn't have invented anything before now, when it wasn't possible. They paid her pennies for her agony, a joke at best, though it was really just a disguise. Pretending that they were 'improving' what the first Death Eater government had put in place. Was it in any way better? Marginally. She lived with Zoe instead of in Kolna, nothing more. She was still registered, she was still tortured, she was still treated as sub human. If they thought she was going to thank them or in any way give them credit for doing something 'good' then they were mistaken. They didn't fucking get rounds of applause for treating people marginally less brutally than others, if they weren't humane then they were no better.
On her free days and the few nights that she wasn't in pain, though, she tried to forget everything. Live a life semi-normally. Anything to get close to what she'd lost. She walked her dog. She tried to get some work done on a broomstick. She visited her family or old friends. She went out for drinks. She tried to go and spend time in the open air, in the sun, or shopping. Cho and her parents insisted on giving her money. She had her own savings, from back before, but those weren't eternal and she had little way of making any more money. After all, with the little time and energy she had to work on brooms, her actual income had dwindled to next to nothing. It hit her pride hard to have to accept it, but she wasn't stupid. She knew that she had to take it, or risk starving on a rainy day. So that was what she did, took the money and didn't get into fights with purebloods or aurors or anything that would get her killed. Why? She wasn't sure. This wasn't life worth living. Still, it felt a lot like admitting defeat, killing herself now. That wasn't a satisfaction she wanted to give them. Even if it was in her own mind, she wasn't going to lose the fight, wasn't going to give away a single step more. If she had to fill her free time with yuppie bullshit in order to distract herself from how exhausted and destroyed she was, then that was what she would do. Anything necessary, she'd promised herself and she'd promised Z and Cho and Dean and everyone else.
She was doing a book run today. Didn't want to go to Diagon Alley, the chances of running into someone who'd tested on her were too high. If she was recognised as a muggleborn amongst so many people, there was bound to be one that thought they could get away with anything. Because they could. No, she'd started avoiding big, crowded places. Mostly. She went to clubs, but there the light was so bad that the chances of running into anyone were next to nothing. It was a risk she was willing to run in order to just get plastered. No, she felt like getting a new book. Something nice that she could lay in bed with, warm and not in pain, and read. She found the smallest, most hidden bookstore in the country, one Cho had told her about in Godric's Hollow. That place should be safer, right? So she went there and browsed the shelves, with her fingers tracing the spines one after the other. That was to say, Sarai had been doing that when she heard a weird conversation further down the aisle. Riddles?
Coming closer, Sarai frowned as she watched the woman kind of lose it. Internally, she snickered. Oh, please, it was easy enough. "A phone. Or I guess you don't know what that is." Sarai walked closer, looking at the spot the clerk had vanished from. Then she looked back up to the woman's face. "And the second one was upwards. What are you looking for?"
Tears come streaming down your face
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Post by Deleted on Jul 18, 2018 15:03:32 GMT -5
when you try your
best but you
don’t succeed ❧ Could she have people like the clerk sent to court for annoyance? Isolde mentally ticked her way through the different wizarding laws, but unfortunately came back to center empty-handed. There was nothing she could do beyond getting cross. As an Adviser to the Minister, her job didn’t mean much beyond providing counsel and advice when asked (and sometimes even when she wasn’t asked). Isolde considered herself to be one of the more politically neutral — perhaps even verging on light — advisors that Lestrange had these days. But of course, this was all a silly political game that she had to play. To the rest of the world, she was neutral. She was level-headed and stuck to the law. It was only under the heavy influence of her wine-of-the-month box that Isolde would tell her daughter what she really thought.
But at work, Isolde made sure that they toed the line and — while some of her ordinances leaned towards the Death Eaters and their policies — they were making steps in the right direction. Isolde could only hope that things continued in that way. Perhaps, then she would get back to sleeping at night instead of worrying after the muggleborns.
A girl poked her head out of the aisle nearby and offered her a solution to the word puzzles that had been plaguing her. Isolde wasn’t sure whether to be relieved that the questioning was finally over or offended that the girl thought she didn’t know what a phone was. “I…” she was taken aback slightly. It wasn’t that she didn’t know the answer to the riddles, Isolde just had no interest in playing childish games at that moment in time. She wanted to get a book for her child’s child and get back to work. She didn’t want to be stuck in this…nursery rhyme hell. Merlin’s beard, when did you become so cynical? She assumed it had something to do with Hank. He had managed to outsmart her in court a few weeks ago and Isolde had never quite regained her footing.
“Thank you, I suppose,” she said, finally. No matter what the girl thought of her, she had at least solved the damn riddles. “Hear that? This one has the answers!” But the clerk had already wandered off, chanting riddles as he went. He was going to be of absolutely no help. But perhaps her small knight in shining armor would do the trick.
She sighed deeply, still avoiding thoughts of becoming a grandmother. But, Isolde knew it was inevitable, now. Izzy was keeping the baby. “I’m looking for a copy of The Tales of the Beetle and the Bard. Don’t happen to know where I could find one in here, do you? It’s been years since I’ve been in a children’s bookshop.” @sarai [newclass=.cred]text-align:center;font-size:6pt;color:rgb(132, 132, 132);letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;margin-top:5px;[/newclass] [newclass=.cred a]color:rgb(132, 132, 132);font-size:6pt;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:verdana;[/newclass] |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 6, 2018 13:31:16 GMT -5
Outfit Link | TAG: @ isolde | NOTES: nope
So Sarai really didn't have much to do, or at least she didn't really have the liberty to do what she used to do. If she wasn't in too much pain, she occasionally managed to work on a broom or fly for a while, but mostly in her free time she had to content herself with visiting her family and taking Denka to the park. Which, yeah, she really enjoyed, but that didn't change the fact that she really missed going to the gym and going out with friends and racing and working. She missed her old life and her current life sucked so much that she often wondered why she stuck around. The main reason was Denka, because her parents and siblings weren't nearly as good to her dog as she was. Couldn't leave him behind with them, wouldn't, and thus she was alive. The things she did for love, really. Love for her dog, she really didn't think there was anyone she loved more than him. Sure, she loved her family, but this was her dog. Still, she'd left him at home -at Z's place- today because she was a bit too weak to be pulling him along on the leash. He usually behaved but when he got excited he tended to pull and today she wasn't up for that. Physically. It was okay, she'd walked him this morning and she'd walk him tonight and he liked napping in the sun on the balcony. He should be fine.
Still, she didn't want to take too long here. At first she'd thought she could spend her time reading now, and since she'd never been much of a reader, she didn't have all that many books of her own. Sure, she could probably ask Cho to lend her some, but she thought that it was time for her to start to build up her own library. Right? Sure, she wouldn't have her own library anyway since it wasn't her apartment, but the point stood. She'd asked around for smaller bookstores, ones that wouldn't be visited by so many people and that were more out of the way. Better that than going to Flourish and Blotts and running into some pureblood that would recognise her and thought they could get away with shit. Well, not thought, knew. If she ran into someone who was bad news and they knew her blood status it would mean a relatively okay afternoon turning hellish. There was no protection for muggleborns, wether they were on their time off or not. What the other muggleborn had forgotten to mention was that this was a children's bookshop, which meant that there really wasn't anything of interest to her. She'd been walking around frustratedly for the last hour or so, unwilling to go back home just yet but not finding anything worth her time. She'd been about to leave when she heard the voices and here she was now. Well, there were worse things, she supposed.
"This one has a name. I'm Sarai." She huffed, refraining from rolling her eyes. Even saying she was better than this one. This one what? This thing, this creature, this person. It wasn't specified and that was bloody rude. But she let it slide, she didn't wanna pick a fight. Normally she would've jumped at the chance to argue a while, to stand up and pick a fight and push some buttons. Now, though? Now she was a bit too sore and too tired. They hadn't defeated her, if she was breathing then she wasn't defeated, but she wasn't the same as she used to be. "Beedle the Bard?" Sarai raised an eyebrow. Beetle and the Bard. Hah. "Should be by the classics, thought it was over there." Pointing over her shoulder with a thumb, she turned on her heel and motioned for the woman to follow.
Tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace |
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