I'm still mad as hell

and I don't have time

To go 'round and 'round and 'round

Sabine knew that things were not exactly how she intended for them to go. But the farce of a marriage that she had ended up in was over, and she was glad for it. Tiberius Duke, because it was Duke again now, had been a poor decision, but it was one that she had to live with. It was a blip. Something that could be easily erased from her life. She hadn’t given anything up, neither had he. They had parted ways as easily as they could, but she knew that it wouldn’t be that easy. She knew that nothing about any of this was going to be that easy. Because Sheryl Crabbe wasn’t likely to make it that simple. And she knew that it was ridiculous of her to think that something was going to be different. But she had thought that it was possible. Now it didn’t look like that was going to be the case. But she supposed that she would survive.

Win a date with Tiberius Duke. The blonde rolled her eyes at the thought and slipped in to one of the stools at the bar. It was funny, to think about the fact that she had been trying so hard to blend in last spring. She had been on the other side of the bar. She had been hiding from the fact that she was Sabine Larsen. That she was a twenty-year-old CEO. People were intimidated by that. But the people that were intimidated by that were not the people that she wanted in her life anymore. Purging. That’s what she was doing. She was purging her life of the negatives. She was flushing them out of her social circle, and she was filling it with people that her mother might approve of. Of course. That wasn’t hard. It just happened that the majority of Sabine’s friends were purebloods anyway.

Constance. Cora. Genevieve. Amy. They were all purebloods. They were all more than acceptable company for the witch. Making her mother proud of her was something that she very much wanted to do. And she thought that it was necessary. She thought that there was going to have to be something particularly important to pull her away from that mission again. But as far as she could tell, she was succeeding. In public, the older witch would always be Lady Finley. Sabine knew where the lines were. She knew not to cross them. But at the same time, in private, the woman was her mother. And she had started to think of her as such. Not just as the woman that had given birth to her, but actually as her mother. They were supposed to be meeting for drinks later, but Sabine had had to spend the day in London, before returning to the office, and then home to meet her mother. And so, the Adria had seemed like the answer.

She was still holding the business card that she had been handed earlier. Graham Tripe. She remembered him, vaguely. Four or five years older than her. She hadn’t expected to run into anyone interesting at all on her errands today. But now he was creeping into her thoughts, and she was trying to get him off of her mind before her mother came over and realized that there was something on her mind at all. Sabine was more concerned about the plague, and if she could learn anything from what Athena didn’t say as they were talking. Because the older witch still had her magic, and Sabine had a locket around her neck that held just a little bit of that magic within it. Just enough to get her out of a bind, if she needed help.

When someone sat down next to her Sabine slipped the card that she had been looking at back into her bag on the bar and looked over at the newcomer. Her eyebrows raised a little bit as she recognized the newcomer. “Mac.” Whether or not the other witch had any idea who she was, she didn’t know. Sabine hated to assume that the answer was yes, but with all of the drama that she had caused in that band, she wouldn’t have been surprised. “Have you talked any sense into Rob yet? Or is he still holding out?”

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I'm not ready

[attr="class","reasonsmallmac"]to make nice I'm not ready to back down I'm still mad as hell, and I don't have time To go 'round and 'round and 'round

[attr="class","reasonbodmac"]Mac was in desperate need for a drink. With the lack of magic sweeping the wizarding nation, it was a pain in her ass trying to figure out how they were going to achieve the level of pyrotechnics in the WSII shows that they had previous to all of this. Usually, they’d had a few witches and wizards stationed on either side of the stage, shooting off sparks and explosions that would make the crowd ooh and aah. Unfortunately, now half of the band’s team was under the weather with Epidemic X. And it wasn’t like they could just hire new people off the street – people with no experience. Merlin’s Beard…Mac just hoped they could figure all of this out before the tour started back up again. Or maybe she could just convince Rob to leave.

It had been a ploy for some time now – Mac knew that Rob would do great with a solo career. She knew that he was born for it. Unfortunately, he was loyal to the band. So loyal that every time she brought up leaving, he looked at her like she was a chicken with two heads.

No matter, she thought as she grabbed a seat at the hotel bar. She’d planted the seeds. It was only a matter of time before her client saw what she was talking about… The blatant disregard the other members of the band had for their position…the irresponsibility and recklessness! They acted like teenagers – the lot of them.

She pinched the bridge of her nose before ordering a glass of red from the bartender. At that precise moment, someone next to her spoke. Couldn’t they see that she was in emotional turmoil? Mac turned, her eyes scrutinizing the woman before she realized who it was. “Sabine,” there was surprise in her voice. Why would the ex-wife of her client’s bandmate pay her a visit?

But Mac had always liked her. She’d watched from the periphery of the band, gleaned what she could from Rob’s account of her and Tiberius’ relationship, and even caught the tail end of some conversations over the months that she had been married to the WSII’s frontman. She’d come to decide that it had been an impulsive decision – one that shouldn’t reflect on the girl’s character.

“Hardly,” Mac said with a forced laugh. “He’s stubborn, Robert.” But, she’d grown to love him as one of her favorite clients…and, she might even say friend. “Let me buy you a drink,” she said as she motioned the bartender over. “How are you holding up after the divorce?” After all, Mac knew how easy it was to get caught up in marriage.

Not that she regretted things with Christopher. They had been nice, for a while. She’d had a daughter, but that had been about the time that her career had taken off. That had been about the time when Mac needed to make a decision: her family or her career. There were days when she regretted the decision that she had made. A part of her wondered what it would be like to live a normal life with Chris. Would there have been a white picket fence? More children? A dog? Those things she did not know for certain, but one thing she did know was that her relationship with Maya would be so much different.

Her daughter was wonderful – she’d learned that much about her over the years. But she’d never taken the opportunity to get to know her beyond the surface level. Mac dragged her around to her work functions and pretended that they were bonding…but she knew the truth. There was nothing about bonding in bringing her child to a rock concert and spending the majority of the evening on her phone. Still, Mac knew there was very little she could do to change the life that she had chosen.

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I'm still mad as hell

and I don't have time

TO GO 'ROUND AND 'ROUND AND 'ROUND

Of all of the places that she could have decided to come tonight, she had thought that she had needed a taste of something familiar. And so, the Adria it was. During her phase of ‘trying to be normal’ she had bartended here. And she had been good at it, minus the fact that her mother had shown up, and seen to it that she was punished for something ridiculous. And then she had simply just quit. It wasn’t like she didn’t have other things to do. It wasn’t like she wasn’t a busy enough person trying to run a company that she was still learning about as she went. And double major in Economics and Law, to make herself good enough to actually run the company in the first place.

There were plenty of people that thought that she wasn’t good enough. But she was going to prove them wrong. She was determined about that. She would always prove them wrong. Because she was going to be the best at anything, and everything, that she did. Sabine Larsen did not settle for second best. And she wasn’t going to start now. Perhaps that was why her sham of a marriage had fallen apart. She had made a rash, and horrible, decision, and then she had spent months getting to know her mother, instead of getting to know her husband.

Ex. Ex-husband.

They were divorced, and they should have been. Neither one of them were good for the other, and she thought that he had to see that. All she could hope was that his mother would too. Because Sabine Larsen was a decent enough catch. But she was still a halfblood, and she knew that. She knew that she would have sullied their precious line. But she didn’t think people honestly cared about that as much anymore. At least no one that she wanted to really get to know. Her mother, perhaps, but she couldn’t even yell too much. Not with a halfblood daughter.

Sabine was well aware of the rules though. Out here, she was simply an acquaintance of Athena Finley’s. Through the relationship that they both had with Constance Mountbatten. Athena’s niece was Sabine’s best friend. And that was all that anyone really needed to know. Because anything else would have caused too many questions. Especially in the company that she kept. Sabine was very good at making friends that all had the right connections. She was good at making sure that she got into the right places, and her name was on all of the right lists. It wasn’t hard, when you looked like she did, had the money, and the standing that came with her name. The only thing that soiled it was her blood status.

And even that could be overlooked in the right light.

She wasn’t trying to marry a Lord. She had been Lady Crabbe for five minutes, and she wasn’t pleased with the results. “He needs a nice swift shove. That tends to do them some good sometimes.” It also got them to sign on the dotted line when you wanted out of something that you shouldn’t have started in the first place. But she didn’t think that Rob leaving the band was exactly like a divorce. “Thank you.” She nodded in acceptance of the woman’s offer. “Gin and Tonic, please.” Her words were directed at the bartender that Mac had called over before she turned back to the other woman.

“I’m fine. It was simple enough. We didn’t have any shared assets or anything.” He had hardly ever even stepped foot in Wynridge, and she didn’t think that he had been to the company even once in their entire marriage. He knew nothing of her world, and she hadn’t liked trying to live in his. “Perhaps it’s easier when it’s your own choice.” She thought that she had read somewhere that Mac had been married once, but she wasn’t about to up and just ask her something like that.

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I'm not ready

[attr="class","reasonsmallmac"]to make nice I'm not ready to back down I'm still mad as hell, and I don't have time To go 'round and 'round and 'round

[attr="class","reasonbodmac"]Mac valued her career above everything else. It was just a part of who she was. Even as a child – making it big in the Asian concert series, she had chosen to pursue her dreams over settling down. She’d rode that train until it came to the station and it was time for her to retire because Mac discovered she was more interested in the business side of things than she was actually interested in being an International Pop Sensation.

When she’d met Christopher, the natural thing to do had been to get married. After all, wasn’t that what happened when you found someone that you loved? Unfortunately, Mac could never quite get on the same page as her then husband. There were too many late nights spent with clients and too many concerts throughout the week. She had their child and…all but abandoned them. Of course, a part of her felt bad for the way things had ended up between them – her, Christopher, and Maya – but there was nothing she could do now to change it.

She couldn’t go back in time. And, even if she could, Mac wasn’t sure what good it would do. She’d been trying so hard lately to get along with her daughter, but she wondered if given the chance, would she do it all over again the same way that she had before? Perhaps that made her a horrible person…and an even more horrible mother.

Taking her drink into her hands, Mac focused in on Sabine. She didn’t need to go into an existential crisis right now about how she was a bad mother. What she needed to do was focus on work. Namely how she was going to get Robert Bright into a solo career. It was something that she had been pushing for some time now. The rest of the Weird Sisters II were fine, but Rob? He was a shining star. He had the sort of star quality that people spent years trying to find. And what was he doing? Wasting it behind that poor excuse for a front man. The very man that Sabine Larsen had married.

“We’ve tried shoving and pushing and leading with breadcrumbs. I’m afraid our Robert is a loyalist,” Mac said. It was the truth. Her young protégé was a Gryffindor through and through. And, although he had not been a Hufflepuff, she often thought that Rob exhibited the qualities that were infamous of the Badger's house. She knew how easy it was for him to fall into complacency because he were loyal to his friends. But loyalty needed to be extended to Rob, too. He needed to trust in himself and believe that he could do it. Because Mac knew as soon as he did, he would hit it bigger than all of the Weird Sisters II combined.

“A blessing. Dividing up the house and the kids would have been messy,” not to mention a complete and total PR nightmare. Mac remembered her own messy divorce. Who would get the house, who got the apartment? What did they do about Maya? Chris had won that battle…not that she blamed the court for settling that way. It made sense when she looked back on everything that had happened. “I was married a long time ago,” Merlin, that made her sound ancient, didn’t it? “Christopher Poole,” There was a sort of fondness when she spoke about him, but Mac quickly dismissed it.

“My career always came first. Men often have a hard time understanding that, don’t they?” She was curious what had been the catalyst for Sabine’s divorce. After all, she knew you couldn’t believe everything you read in the papers these days.

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I'M STILL MAD AS HELL

AND I DON'T HAVE TIME

TO GO 'ROUND AND 'ROUND AND 'ROUND

If she were being honest, she thought that she had been a half decent bartender. There was no way that she could have done that for the rest of her life and been content, but it had been a stint of ‘being normal’ and she had quickly gotten over that. Or rather, the rest of the Board had gotten over that, because Sabine was much more of an asset actually doing her job than she was with them trying to babysit her. That had obviously failed to work. It had led to a blown marriage and enough tabloid covers to wallpaper her office. Since they had let her actually try and be the boss, she had grown up, and she had turned into someone else.

That probably had a lot more to do with Athena Finley than it did with anything else, but Sabine was sure that she was going to have her to thank one of these days. She was going to need to make sure that her mother knew that she thought that it was due to her that she had finally gotten it together. That they finally trusted her enough to actually let her do her job. She was twenty years old, and she was only a third-year student in each of her majors, but she didn’t know if she was going to continue on with her law degree or not… She thought that having her wixen degree would be good enough, but she also just wanted to run the company.

She had started to realize that she liked it. That she was good at it, and she wanted to be a shark. That was something that she could do. She could cause growth, and expansion. She already sat at the helm of the largest investment company in Wales. Next came England, and then the rest of the U.K. She wanted all of it. Sabine was determined that while Gringotts might have been the biggest bank, she was going to take away the investment market from them. She was going to grow Larsen Economic Holdings, and she was going to do it all on her own.

Making them the most profitable company in the wixen world would take some work, and she didn’t expect it to happen any time soon, but Sabine was clever, and she had every intention of taking what she wanted piece by piece if that was what became necessary. She was in this for the rest of her life. Larsen Economic Holdings had been around for generations, and yet, she didn’t think that anyone quite as ambitious as she was had ever sat in her chair. They were going to do more. They were going to be more. And she could do it. She knew she could. Because she was a Larsen, but more than that… She was a Finley.

The blonde witch shook her head when Mac confirmed that Robert was just as loyal as she thought that he might have always been. “Poor guy.” Sabine knew that loyalty was a positive character quality, and not a flaw at all, but there was such thing as being loyal to a fault, and she worried that he was. “Thank Merlin there was none of that. That would have been a mess…” She couldn’t have imagined having kids to divvy up. That would have been a nightmare. “Oh?” That name rang a bell in Sabine’s head, but not for any reason that she could place. She must have just seen it somewhere.

“They do.” She a nod of her head was all that she could give in agreement. “And I’m afraid I wasn’t nearly as much fun as a twenty-year-old blonde should have been.” She was a bit of a work-a-holic. But she was also not going to change her life for a man she wasn’t even sure that he liked. “Groupies seem to be more Tiberius’s style, and when it comes to music, I prefer Bach.”

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