Unexpected Reunion (Alexis)

[jack]

Jack had been sitting at the desk in the study of his mansion. He had been there for many hours going over stacks of paper for his businesses, and a good amount of paper work for the U.S. Senate of Sorcery. He had a hard time paying attention to his work due to the pressing silence of the overly large, and overly empty house. He had been avoiding spending very much time at the house ever since Petra had returned to school. To be in such a large house and completely alone was a bit unsettling. It was for this reason that he had taken to spending so much time working.

He finaly put his quill down deciding that he had speant far to much time at the house for one evening. He would go to the Christmas ball, and perhaps see some people that he knew. Perhaps he would run into someone he hadn't seen in a while, and then he may find some ease in being with others. With a small wave of his hands his ordinary black robes changed to brilliant scarlet dress robes. With a twist he disapparated to the ball.

Jack entered to hear the notes of one of his favorite songs. Though it was a song sung by a muggle band no witch or wizard could ceny the truth of its words. He began to scan the people in the crowd trying to find a familiar face. So far he was only seeing the aces of people he had passed by in the street or in a hallway at the school, but it seemed at first that those he knew were not there. Then his eyes met the eyes of someone he knew all to well someone he had never expected to see again.



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[alex]

“I declined the offer to go.” Those words left the familiar pink stained lips, while the gray eyes scanned over the mature woman’s features. Alexis’ Grindelwald stood before her mother with a bathrobe wrapped around her slim body as the lies slipped off the tip of her tongue so naturally.

Lies had been what her life had revolved around the last twelve months. It had only been a few weeks since she had returned to England, regaining her strength and ability to move past, a rather traumatic experience in her life. Since she managed to escape Jack, Alexis’ moved back to France to recover, and while she believed he still had his hold on their son, she knew better than to return as the weak and fragile being she once was.

Now after a year, she felt it was only right to return and she was determined to avoid Jack Lestrange at all costs. It wasn’t the mere thought of the pain he had caused, but how he had harmed her emotionally. Although it had been hard to believe that Alexis’ had fallen in love with Jack, she had fought her way out of it and all it took was a lot of time away from the troubles she left behind in England.

Coming back and facing those problems once again had caused heartache, but she returned as the woman before Jack, the strong and independent person that had been much missed.

With a smile, she closed the door and glided towards the wardrobe which held the dress that was awaiting a special occasion. The Christmas ball hadn’t necessarily been something she’d planned on going to, but with a little persuasion she managed to slip on the dress and put herself together, making sure her hair and make-up was as flawless as it could be.

Trailing a hand over her stomach, now back to it’s previous shape, which could probably fool anyone that she had given birth to a baby only a year ago.

Alexis’ had managed to slip through the doors unnoticed and the first thing she made her way towards was the drink, although nothing more than mere pumpkin juice, she managed to slip a little vodka into it, and with a smile she continued to drift through the crowds. Only making small conversation as to where she had been for the last year and people seemed to be buying the whole, ‘travelling the world’ crap.

It was only when her gray eyes scanned over the room, they fell on a familiar face and shock seemed to wash over Alexis’ features. For a few moments she hesitated going towards him, she hesitated to let him know she was still a live, but the confident part of her forced her feet to move forward, “Surprised?” She whispered to him, painting a sarcastic smile on her lips, once close enough.

The dress

[jack]

Jack walked forward to meet the girl he had believed to be dead for over a year. His walk was that of someone in a transe like state. For the first time since he had been seventeen his mind was completely blank. He could not believe what was right in front of him. It was not that he didn't want to. He wanted to believe what he was seeing with all of his being, but he could not see how it could be true.

As they reached each other he stopped, and just stared. He feared to speak thinking that his mind might be playing tricks on him. He spoke, and she wasn't really there he'd not only look insane to all the people around him, but discredit himself, and destroy everything he had worked so hard to obtain. Being so close to her made it hard for him to disbelieve his eyes. She was just as he remembered her even the small lines at the corners of her mouth that he had loved so much were still the very same.

Then she opened her mouth, and whispered a single word in the velvet voice he had longed to hear for so long. There was no way his mind could have created such a perfect illusion he thought. He had to be sure that what he was seeing was real. He slowly raised a shaky hand towards her face. Anyone who knew Jack very well would know that this was way beyond out of character for him. Such nervous tendencies were not things anyone had seen of him since he had been just a kid. His fingers reached her cheek, and found it to be solid. The proof he needed.

He pulled her into a tight embrace, and turned into the pressing darkness of nothingness. They apparated outside of a shabby looking building in a rundown neighberhood. He let go of her, and he took a step back knowing that she probably did not want to be so close to him. "Surprised is an understatement Alexis." He turned to look at the building he knew so well. "There is no excuse for my actions. Just know that I did not want you to die. I believed that you would return, and I could set things right. I spent many nights wishing that I could go back in time, and let you leave that bar with our son."

He turned back to her with tears in his eyes, but his lips were pulled up into a smile. "You can never know what a relief it is to me to see that you are alive, and well. Perhaps this is my chance to make things right." He nodded to the building. "This is the orphanage that I was raised in. After I was sure that you weren't coming back I brought our son here so that my enemies could never use him against me. They know that you are his mother, and they will gladly let you take him. I will not stand in your way. If you so choose I will leave, and never bother you again."

[alex]

To see him again triggered the rebirth of all the previous memories, the old feelings, and for a split second the phoenix of hope burned inside her. To look through those dark eyes, a pair that held stories, ones that he had yet to share, rekindled the familiar wave of trust. But how could she learn to trust him? Especially after the man she once loved, turned out to be the one who caused her the most pain.

However, after a year in France and interacting with many people, Alexis’ had managed to come across a few interesting people in particular, people who know Jack Lestrange better than his own mother. Knowing the right people got you to the right places, Lexis’ had discovered. They’d told her that Jack was a mere puppet on a string, much to her belief. Was he the real man she fell in love with, or was it all just a joke? It had caused too much pain to thing about it.

Then she opened her mouth, and whispered a single word in the velvet voice he had longed to hear for so long. There was no way his mind could have created such a perfect illusion he thought. He had to be sure that what he was seeing was real. He slowly raised a shaky hand towards her face. Anyone who knew Jack very well would know that this was way beyond out of character for him. Such nervous tendencies were not things anyone had seen of him since he had been just a kid. His fingers reached her cheek, and found it to be solid. The proof he needed.

After realization dawned it was the main reason of her return, although when she arrived back in England she lost all courage to go and find Jack. Instead, the chances turned and they both found each other. Questions flooded her mind, ‘How would he react? Would he try and kill her again? Where was their son?’ But the train of thoughts where cut short as a warm hand came in contact with her cheek, and instantaneously she melted on the spot. Who knew she’d still react like that after all this time that she had worked so hard to recover and get over Jack, it was so typical of her.

The tender touch was such a stark contrast to the last blow that his hand gave to her cheek, having left a bruise for a small souvenir as a reminder. Alexis’ didn’t pull away from the embrace that she found herself locked in, much to her surprise, her arms automatically slipped around his neck, holding him close as they now found themselves outside a shabby looking house. Confusion swept over her features, still unsure of what was going on. Was she hallucinating or daydreaming? This was not how she expected Jack to react to her turn. While dropping her hands to her side, her gray eyes stared warmly at him as he spoke, “Why did you do it Jack? Why did you do everything? I love you, but I always knew there was someone else, another woman perhaps? That’s when I began to act strangely, that’s when you almost killed me.” Her voice remained strong, but instead she was on the verge of breakdown.

As she continued to stare, she watched carefully as his tear-filled eyes bore directly at her, revealing so much emotions, it overwhelmed her. She let him continue speaking while approaching him and moving her hands to his cheek, caressing it tenderly, “My baby boy…” Alexis’ whispered, her eyes glancing up towards the orphanage, “No, I don’t want you to leave. I still trust you” The words where hard to say, but nonetheless, they where the truth.

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