Death Eaters & Supporters

[ruissexy]

(OCC: Order members undercover can attend Spruce it up a bit)

[ruissexy]

The social gathering was planned not only for plans and prosper, it was also to re-unite everyone back together after quite a period of time. He had also invited the Dark Lady of course and he did hope she'd attend. He was dressed in proper robes with a black bow to complete the attire. As he straightened his bowtie whilst staring at himself through the mirror, he could not help but glance at the empty bed behind him. Anastasia sprang through his mind. Oh, how he awfully missed his woman.

At least he had the children. That's what really kept the reputation growing in the Dolohov name. His eldest, Blaze, was doing a rather good job at keeping the name full of respect and he cherished this. He silently moved out of his and Ana's room. The halls were empty. The twins and, perhaps, Blaze were getting ready. Cherrie had gone off with her mother to pursue her career. He couldn't believe she dropped school to become a singer. What a disgrace, Antonin thought.

Antonin moved down the massive staircase that led down to the foyer of his humble home. Everything was ready. The house-elves stood at their rightful positions. Antonin moved over to massive front door, ready to greet anyone who walked in. He hoped for success once he planned the event. He slid one hand in his pocket as he leaned on the door pane. He felt the light breeze hit his pale face from time to time. It was February and yet snow still toppled over the area, not that he hated the snow. He actually preferred cold over hot weather.

His hand slowly reached down to his pocket. He pulled out two leather gloves. He could feel a few of the house-elves fears. He rolled his eyes at this. He put them on in a posh manner. The guests would be arriving quite soon, he thought.

[yumi1]

“You're not going out to that ball thing, Kyrstabelle McLaggen!” Her father said loudly, his tone demanding. “Kyrstabelle, that party-ball thing is for death eaters. Are you a death eater?”

The young Hufflepuff rolled her eyes. “No, but I'm not an order member either, Dad. Look, you said to me, be more independent, be more responsible. So I am going to make my own decisions.” She didn't pause to stare at him determinedly, and instead, flounced out of the McLaggen house and slammed the door behind her tall, slender figure.

The chill in the air nipped at her soft tan skin. Of course it nipped, her legs were bare as the ball dress she had chose was more like a prom dress. Maybe it would make her stand out, but that was Kyrstabelle McLaggen. She refused to be plain like she used to be. Any of her closest friends would tell you that. She was mental, a party girl, but who wasn't at seventeen? Not many that she knew of. Being a party girl, she wasn't going to pass up this opportunity, even if it was for Death Eaters. As she had told her father, she wasn't a Death Eater, nor an Order Member, neutral, it had been described by many.

Thoughts like these floated around her head as she wandered along streets to the Dolohov Manor. She thought of who she hoped to see there. Helena Greyback, one of her best friends, she knew was going. At least, that is what she had been told, and she hoped she was going to be there, as that was one of the only reasons she was going there, aside from hoping to see Caleb again. Her other best friend, and he couldn't deny it because he himself had corrected her when calling me merely a 'friend'.

Rounding her last corner, the large manor stuck out at her like a sore thumb. Praying she wasn't the first there, she began to walk up the path that led to the front door. She felt a little nervous – she hated awkward situations with people like this. What if she was the first person there? Hurriedly she tried to push the thoughts from her rambling head.

Entering the manor, warmth burst out at her and healed the cold that had bitten into her flesh. Breathing in a sigh of relief, she looked around, and found Antonin Dolohov, the host. She smiled at him, wondering if he even knew who she was. She decided to speak to find out more about who was coming, and who was already there.

“Hello Mister Dolohov,” Her voice surprised her by being the chirpy thing it usually was. “Is Helly-Belly here yet?” she paused, reflecting over her words. “Helly-Belly being Helena Greyback, of course,” she tried to amend quickly, folding her arms across her chest and waiting for him to break the silence she had made awkward.

NOTES – it rambles (=
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[rury]

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Helena had no idea why she was even going to this thing. Well, perhaps she wanted to support her ex's family? Was she that caring? Well her brothers were probably going due to the Death Eater business and so Helena planned on tagging along. She just didn't want to bump into Blaze or anyone else she didn't particularly want to see. She glanced down at Alek's crib. For fuck's sake, she had to take him along. Nobody could take care of him if she left. Helena had gone on a major diet after she had given birth. Kyrstabelle was right, she did stack up a few pounds after her labour but she quickly lost them with a few techniques.

She stared at herself through the mirror, straightening her dress out. She looked fine. She then glanced down at Alek. He looked just like Blaze. He had her eyes though, that was for sure. She pulled him out of the crib and rocked him back and forth like a loving mother. Oh, how cute, she thought, as he gave her a tiny smile. Yeah, cute. She sighed. What was Alek going to wear? She smirked. She loved dressing him up, even though she knew it was probably torture for the young baby. She pulled out a mini bowtie from the drawer and straightened it around his neck. She pulled on a white tee and mini socks. Aww, she giggled.

She slowly picked her son back up and moved out of the room. She cuddled Alek to her chest and quickly apparated to the Dolohov manor. Her heels began to click as she walked on the cobbled grounds. Alek's face still dug through her chest. Did he fear the dark or something? She caressed his head as she made her way up the staircase and toward the grand door. Her fears began swelling. What would people say about Alek? Antonin and his wife probably didn't even know about it yet. She moved in through the door and there was Antonin. "Hello Uncle Antonin. Splendid evening, isn't it? Goodbye now." she quickly said and rushed forward. There she bumped into Kyrstabelle. "Thank goodness you're here." she breathed out.

[dolohov]

>>outfit<<

Months had passed, six to be exact since the last time the young woman had set foot in England. By choice it had been her decision to pack her things and leave, not only leaving a country behind, but also a home, husband and children. It could be described as a selfish act, but to save everything she once cherished it was something she had to do. To stay and force her way through each day would have drawn to her the brink of insanity, and to save the family that was slowly crumbling apart she could only hope without her they’d only grow stronger.

Letter’s had been sent to and from her children during the previous months in her absence, informing her of the current events going on. From their words, she’d taken comfort in the fact that their lives here had been progressing happily. For Carina, her youngest daughter, she had gotten word that she had no longer been satisfied with her engagement with Scorpius Malfoy and returned back to the comfort of Kevin Lott. Having always stood by her daughter’s decision, her choice in men was no different. With Carina came Caleb, her youngest son who had always made his own decisions and from his letters, he seemed content with his life. Finally Blaze, her eldest and the son who seemed to carry the burdens on his broad shoulders. His letters never failed to surprise her, his honesty warmed her heart and knowing the situations in his life, overwhelmed her with sympathy. How could she stay away from it all?

Anastasia Dolohov arrived in England the night before, staying at a grand hotel in London and already, it felt good to be home. Her life in Paris with Cherrie had been lavishing, she’d continued with her modelling career while she allowed her daughter to go and chase her dreams as an inspiring singer, but it wasn’t home. Thoughts of returning filled her mind continuously over the months but they where shot down as quickly as they slipped into her mind. It was only now that she packed a temporary suitcase and travelled back to England, just in time for the ball.

Standing outside the manor, her heart thudded against her chest. The gray eyes gleamed as she glanced down, examining her dress. As much as it didn’t matter, Ana wanted to look perfect. Her tan skin stood out against the white and black dress, her blonde hair clipped up elegantly and as she approached the manor, she felt her legs begin to go weak.

Slowly pushing open the door, she stepped inside and immediately her eyes darted towards the house elves and a small smile shot across her face at their looks of surprise. Turning and taking off her laced gloves, she stood before Antonin, “Hello…” The only word that rolled off the tip of her tongue. Not wanting to seem awkward, she glanced around and noticed another young girl and Helena Greyback, the girl who was once married to her son, holding a baby, “Who owns the baby?” Utters towards her husband, and bringing her gaze to meet his once again.

[ruissexy]

And so the first guest had arrived. He recognised the girl as Cormac McLaggen's daughter. He had a few connections with Cormac's forefathers but he wasn't very close to them. The McLaggen's weren't classified as the dark side. He had seen the girl around a few times. Very loud and rather hyper. He grimaced as he stared at the girl, slowly cocking an eyebrow at the way she had addressed Helena Greyback. "Um no, young girl, she isn't-" and suddenly, speak of the witch, the girl came rushing in. He stared at her with blank eyes. Was that.. Merlin's beard, a baby? He then glanced at the McLaggen. "She is now."

And suddenly, the most surprising thing had occured. There stood his long lost wife, Anastasia Dolohov, staring at him. He gazed back. She was beautiful. He trailed off in his thoughts until she said hello. She sounded different. He cleared his throat, "Er, hello, love. Long time no see." he managed a small smile, but within ten seconds, it disappeared through thin air. He could never keep a smile on. Really, Antonin Dolohov barely smiled. It was only those special moments in which his mouth stretched a slight bit, grinning.

His wife looked stunning, per usual. She then asked who the baby was for. He glanced at the baby in a slightly cold manner. It couldn't have been Blaze's. He glanced back at Anastasia. "Merlin knows." he sighed. There was a slight silent moment and he broke it, "You look ravishing, my dear. How've you been? How's France been? You know I terribly missed you." His gloved hand slowly moved over to her lovely cheek. He brushed it a slight bit. He missed this feeling. This feeling of having a mate.

[brian]

Brian was getting changed to go to the Dolohov ball at the Dolohov manor. He found his suit that he was gonna wear. A black suit, white shirt and a black tie. He was looking sharp tonight. Brian didn`t wear a suit that often. He grabbed the jacket and put it on. He smirked and told the house elf to hold the place tighty as he was out. Brian didn`t go out to many balls and parties,but this one he couldn`t miss out on. He was gonna meet other death eaters and supporters,be social for a change. As he was all done and ready to go, he poofed his way off and to the Dolohov manor. Brian was sure this was gonna be a good night. Even though he didn`t have Lizzy to bring as his date. But Brian could do this just fine on his own.

Brian walked to the entrance and stepped inside. The first thing he did was wiping off the snow from his jacket and looked for a drink. Brian walked further in and could see some people standing there, Antonin Dolohov and Anastasia. " Hello there Dolohov, about time to party" Brian said and smirked a bit. He looked around. " Not many has arrived yet i see" he said and found a glass with a drink and grabbed one,taking a sip from it. Brian eyed to others as well.

He was sure that this was going to be a nice evening. People he hadn`t seen in a while. Brian looked around. He waited to see if anyone else he knew was gonna arrive soon as well.

[blaze]

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Staring out the French windows, the snow cascaded from the ash grey clouds. The whether had even taken a favour to the event at hand. The event? A death eater ball. The eldest Dolohov had attended many of these his younger days, his mother and father would usually allow him to tag along when he came of age. Now at the age of nineteen, nearing twenty he had the choice on whether he would attend or not. Originally he had decided to let the event slip by. Being a father now, changed many prospects in Blaze’s life, he didn’t want to introduce his daughter and son into this life of socialites and death eaters. He’d even attempted to persuade Gemma to stay put, preferring her not to have a taste of the life of darkness he and his family led.

The fact that it was his family that was the host, he took it upon himself to attend, and after many letters between his mother and himself, he had arranged for her to make a return to England for the event. After all, they had to keep up appearances. Imagine how it would look with Antonin, three children and no wife. There was not a hope in hell Blaze would let them look as foolish. At first, his mother had been reluctant to come back home, but the more he guilt-tripped her into it, she was on the first plane back to snowy England.

Fixing his black tie and grabbing his suit jacket, Blaze made his way back to the family home where the event took place. Was he ready for this? No, not entirely. He’d much rather have sat at home with his fiancée and daughter, but too much people depended on him. That’s what led him to push the large manor doors open and enter the oversized house. It was strange. How he used to spend all of his days in this house, and now, only visited on rare occasions.

The emerald eyes initially fell upon his father and mother and a smirk crawled onto his lips as he approached them. “Mother, you look absolutely sensational. It’s great to have you back. The old man’s missed you.” Doesn’t hold back on a laugh, and kisses his mother’s cheek and pats his father’s back. As he spoke, his eyes quickly singled out a certain blonde, “Is that…” Trailing off, he felt his jaw clench at the sight of his new born son, dressed up like a doll. “I best go congratulate Helena on the birth of her son.” Blaze mentioned and strided over to his ex-wife.

“Helena, what in Merlin’s name are you doing? Why’d you bring him here…For crying out loud, you have him dressed up like he’s a bloody doll.” Scolds her angrily, taking his son from her and looks down at him. “If you had of mentioned you didn’t have a babysitter, I would’ve stayed home and watched over him.” Mutters, holding his son to his chest.

[rury]

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At the corners of Helena's indigo eyes, she spotted her ex mother-in-law, Anastasia Dolohov. She looked lovely as ever. Helly wanted to stay under cover at the moment. God knew what people would say if they found her holding the baby. She kept her gaze on her best friend. She looked pretty as well. Alek still dug his face in his mother's chest. She rocked him back and forth, trying to keep him calm. She never knew babies hated strangers so much. Yeah, maybe it was a mistake to bring her young son to the party. But she couldn't keep him alone at the house. Merlin knew what would happen.

And then he came in. She could smell him. She could easily tell his aura was around. She closed her eyes rather tightly, hiding Alek. He wasn't there when she gave birth to the child. She didn't want him there. Helena didn't know why, but she hated the man. The way he slightly destroyed her one night. He ruined her life. He was the fucking reason she was carrying a new-born baby. She didn't want him near her. He sickened her. She could hear footsteps coming closer and closer behind her. He was attacking.

He spoke. She turned around. Suddenly, she pulled Alek tighter to her body. Blaze wasn't taking him. "It's called clothing." she growled lowly. And so he took him and Helena shattered into a million tiny pieces. The one thing she had left, he took. She could feel her eyes swell up a slight bit. The way he scolded her. It fucking killed her. "I don't want you watching over him. I don't want you to touch him. I gave birth to him. I don't want a babysitter either, I don't trust them and I don't trust you." she suddenly held Alek away from Blaze. She started moving away from the man as fast as possible. She almost tripped due to her lack of confidence. A tear slid down her cheek and moved down to the throat. It felt like it was cutting through it. She had to build her strength up, but she no longer could. She found a nearby toilet and settled inside, attempting to cover her embarassment.

It had been a mistake to go there that night. A huge mistake. She thought it would be nice to support someone she loved's family, but it turned out she couldn't. She was lost. An order member hidden beneath the walls of a Death Eater's home? Scoff. Why, she never.

[yumi1]

Of course, there was a twist of annoyance, a grimance, which didn't deter the girl. She had always been hyper when around the Dolohov's, and she didn't think men like Antonin Dolohov would appreciate the way she acted - his actions proved her right. As she called her best friend 'Helly Belly', she watched as he raised an eyebrow in her nickname. Pinching a hand to stop herself from giggling, he began to say that Helena wasn't there, when speak of the devil, Helena tumbled in, with her child Alek. Wait, Alek? Why was he there? This ball would surely be ruined by a little baby screaming it's head off. Sighing at Helena and her undoubtable weakness, she chuckled at her words.

"Thank God you're here."

With a smile, she replied, "Thank God you're here, Helena, I hate being the first one to a party, it's always so awkward." She pondered over this. Obviously, if it were a party with adults, it would be awkward. More so if she acted like herself, because if she tried, she would too get treated like an adult and if not, more like a child than she did now. Deciding to act at least a little more mature to prove she could do it, she snapped herself to reality by pointing at Alek and asking, "Why's he here, Helena? This is a party ... ball ... type thing." Looking her natural typically confused state for a moment, she stopped as she seen Blaze stomp over to his ex-wife, her best friend. Keeping her mouth shut, she took a step back: this was not her fight. Not her place to argue. She had to bite her tongue to hold back her retort as Helena's ex spoke harshly to her, telling her off. “Helena, what in Merlin’s name are you doing? Why’d you bring him here…For crying out loud, you have him dressed up like he’s a bloody doll.”

"Ow!" Kyrstabelle hissed under her breath as she it her tongue too hard. Blood mixed with her saliva and she scowled, not wanting to leave Helena on her own, as he snatched the child from her arms and protectively hugged him to his chest.

“If you had of mentioned you didn’t have a babysitter, I would’ve stayed home and watched over him.”

The urge to yell at him became more strained as Helena gave him answers in a low voice and took her child back from his arms, beginning to walk out. Feeling not need to stand around and talk to Blaze, she hurried after her best friend who was walking out the door.

The party hadn't even begun, and already her dick of an ex had got her crying. She followed loyally as Helena settled inside a toilet. Oh hell no! Helena most certainly wasn't staying there until she could go. Cussing under her breath once more, she banged on the toilet door, trying to reason with her.

"Helena, come on, the only reason I'm here is 'cause of you!" she called at the other side. "Goddamnit, Helly-Belly, he isn't worth your tears so don't you dare fucking sit there and cry until you can go. You are not leaving me here alone, and I don't give a shit what your cock of an ex husband thinks of you or I, you are coming back into that party with me and we are going to have a good time!" Her frustration got more heated as she called the words out to her. "Now get out here and let's go, you've always got me!"

Kyrs shivered as the cold air bit at her, trembling, waiting for Helena to show herself.

Notes - it still rambles, I hate it (:

[dolohov]

>>outfit<<

The thought had never crossed her mind, how much she missed this life, until now. How could she have left it all behind? As her gray eyes glided across the room, catching glimpse of a few familiar faces, they fell back on to her husband. She had hoped that her reasons for leaving had been seen through, she could only hope that the cracks in her family’s relationships had been mending. If all of these problems had been sought out, then she seen no difficulty in returning to the place she considered home, to a family she had missed dearly. Maybe then her actions wouldn’t seem so selfish, then people could see that she didn’t leave like a coward, running from her problems.

There had been a moment of silence, and for once, Anastasia was uncertain if it was her place to break it. She didn’t have to worry for too long before Antonin began digging into the questions, causing a small smile to grace her lips, “I’ve been fantastic. France was exactly like I last remembered it. I bought a house there, Cherrie usually spends more time in it than I do though.” She could have spoke forever about her time spent at France, but instead she learned to silence herself, especially when her eldest son came through the door and immediately began his quest towards them.

As he kissed her cheek and quickly fled over to Helena, Ana momentarily turned her head in the direction of the two and watched the little scenario before turning her attention back to her husband as his hand brushed against her cheek. “I…” She began, and it was as if something just clicked, “I missed you too,” It didn’t take too long before she recollected her words and threw her arms over his shoulders, embracing him in a hug and kissing his cheek. It was good to back.

[gem]

Brilliant blue eyes darting once more towards the clock hanging on the wall, Gemma sighed impatiently. Laci was late, and Gemma wasn't in the mood to sit around for her sister to show up. Glancing towards her daughter Gem had to smile. Tottering about in a pair of plastic princess heels Isadora was more then content, off in her own world of dress up. Watching the little girl methodically sort through the pile of play clothes Gemma shook her head at the serious expression on her daughter's face, the placement of each garment requiring her full and undivided attention. The sound of a steady knock on the door broke the toddler's concentration and she looked up, an excited look on her face as she crossed the room to Gem. "Auntie Laci?" Nodding as she scooped Iz up into her arms Gemma opened the door to allow her sister in. She opened her mouth to scold her for her lateness and then stopped herself. The pair were on shaky enough ground as it was, and snapping at Laci while she was in a rush was certainly not a good plan. Kissing Iz's cheek and whispering a soft good bye Gemma passed the child to her sister, smoothing out her dress as she stepped out the door.

Blaze hadn't wanted Gemma to attend the party, and though she had understood where he had been coming from she had still insisted on coming. Gem had ended their discussion on the matter rather effectively, telling her fiancee that she refused to be sheltered from such a huge part of his life. Not to mention that her brief encounter with Anastasia had shown Gemma how little she knew about Blaze's family. She had never once met Antonin, and yet here she was, engaged to his eldest son. Carina and Caleb she vaguely knew from school, and she had only spoken to Ana for a few moments, before they had both hurried off to complete their errands.

Wincing slightly at the discomfort of apparation Gemma took a long breath, looking up at the Dolohov Manor. It was an impressive building, built to make a statement and Gem had to take a moment to gather herself before pushing open the stately door and stepping inside. Making her vast into the vast room, low heels snapping sharply against the marble floors, Gemma looked around for a familiar face. Her eyes immediately fell upon Blaze, who was engaged in conversation with Helena Greyback. Though her mouth twitched in annoyance at the sight of the blonde Gemma knew that wasn't a scene she wanted to interrupt and continued to glance around the room, scanning the various party goers. Seeing no one of interest Gem lifted a glass of champagne from a passing server, sipping it slowly as she watched the room curiously.

♦ outfit!

[ruissexy]

Brian Loudwater, a Death Eater he had known quite mildly, had walked in. He gave the man a slight nod. He respected him. He smirked lightly at the man's comment. "Yes. Glad to see you've made it, Loudwater." His gaze suddenly turned to his son. He couldn't help but smirk at his statement. "You bloody charmer," he teased, chuckling. He then watched the young man move over to his ex wife which immediatley forced the chuckling to tone down and an eyebrow to cock up. He then glanced towards his wife, whom all of a sudden had him wrapped up into a hug with a peck on the cheek. He still had his charms, he did. But that didn't mean he didn't love his dear Ana, he adored her. He returened the kiss, however this time, upon the lips. He pulled back and smiled a slight bit. "Good to have you back, love."

The smile disappeared as his gaze switched over to the scenario between his son and Helena Greyback. He couldn't help but feel something was terribly wrong between the both for Helena Greyback had rushed away, her friend following. "I'm going to check up on him, dear." he gave a low whisper. "Mind checking on the guests coming in as well?" he slowly turned around and began striding off to where his son stood in a slightly furious manner. Antonin did not want this to happen, not right now. He stopped right in front of Blaze with a slightly cross look on his face. "Whatever just happened, don't let it ruin the night. Understood? It's very important to me." he scolded.

And suddenly Antonin Dolohov's eyes became stern. They had been a light shade of green, and whether it was one's conscience or not, they had gone darker. He didn't want to bring it up with Ana while they stood together, but he wanted to get to the point. He left Anastasia there for a reason. "Blaze Aleksei Dolohov," he started, in a low whisper. "That baby in that women's arms is yours. You dare destroy the family's reputation? No wonder you've been acting all odd. What other secrets have you been keeping, secrets triggering the family's name?" one wrong word that came out of Blaze Dolohov's mouth after Antonin had finished his little speech would cause something very, very terrible. Antonin was the father in this situation and just because his son had graduated did not mean he was the man of the family - not until Dolohov was sent to his death bed.

Antonin's eyes then darted to a blonde who had walked in. That was odd. He never remembered inviting the likes of her. "And do you know her?" he questioned his son, his gaze still on the girl. She didn't look very familiar.

[rury]

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Helena sat at the edge of the luxorious, yet slightly uncomfortable toilet seat. She was so nervous for no reason. Her legs trembled quietly as she held Alek closer to her chest with protection. She could feel his fear. He had just seen his dad and she couldn't blame him. Oh dear, she felt her dress get a slight bit wet. She glanced down and noticed the tears. Alek was crying as well. She pulled out a handkerchief from her clutch and began dabbing at this eyes. "Shh, shh, love, don't cry," she whispered, trying to comfort him. "Helena's here, mum's here." she carressed him, pulling him closer to her body. She began humming a low lullaby.

She heard the door knock a slight bit and she immediately thought it was Blaze. "Go away." she spoke, softly. She didn't have the heart to scream. Her throat was too clogged as well. But then she heard the comforting voice of her best friend, Kyrsta. She heard her words and couldn't help but smile softly. Kyrstabelle was probably one of Helena's most closest friends. There was never a time where Kyrstabelle wasn't there for Helena, and Helena was always there for Kyrstabelle. Kyrsta was basically Helena's sister from another mother. Both were so exceedingly close to each other.

She suddenly felt a slight rumble on her chest. Alek had fallen asleep, and had began snoring lightly. She softly smiled and pecked his forehead. Her eyes were dry now. She felt a slight bit better by hearing Kyrsta's words. A little bit more confident. "I'm coming," she managed to say. "Why should I give a damn about what Blaze thinks? He doesn't control my actions. Not anymore." she got up, holding Alek carefully. She then stopped in front of the door. Suddenly, she lost all her confidence. She felt Kyrsta on the other side of the door. She had hope. She pulled open the door, glancing at her friend with glinting blue eyes. "I just need to put Alek somewhere safe, in a bed of some sort." she whispered. "Wait here, love. I'll be back in a jif." she began moving up the steps silently. She remembered Cherrie's room. She remembered having numerous sleepovers there. She missed the old days. She moved in, finding nobody in. Cherrie was gone, living her life, while Helena was stuck in a prison due to her false actions. She opened the door and slowly moved over to the bed, sliding young Alek underneath the protectful covers. She made sure he was snuggled in and the covers weren't too tight. She pecked his forehead. "Oppugno," she whispered, casting a few birds to float above his head in a serene manner. She also casted lumos on a night lamp beside the bed. She made her way back downstairs.

She moved over to where Kyrstabelle stood and wrapped her friend in the tightest hug. "I love you, Kyrstabelle McLaggen." she chuckled softly and let go. Kyrstabelle was right, Dolohov wasn't worth her tears.

[blaze]

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Towering over the particular blonde, his displeasure became increasingly noticeable as the clock ticked by. His teeth grinded against each other as he held his son protectively towards his chest. Blaze didn’t fail to notice that Helena promptly became upset. He just decided to ignore it. This wasn’t the time to cause a scene, and it sure as hell wasn’t the place. The last thing he needed was for his parents to be on his back, questioning him about the baby, why he made Helena so upset, etc. He just didn’t have the time for that conversation and nor would he ever. He came here to drink champagne, socialize and enjoy the night with his family and fiancée, not to be left worrying over his new born son that had a mother as reckless as a five year old.

A growl escaped his lips as Helena ripped Alek out of his arms as if he was a play doll. He wouldn’t deny it, with clenched fists, he had the urge to slam them against her fragile body…but that wasn’t him any more. He was changing, or at least trying to. Blaze didn’t pull her back, or even attempt to fight to get a hold of his son again, instead he allowed to her scatter off, almost tripping on her fast quest to get away from him as quick as humanly possible. He rested a hand on his forehead as he watched in horror as his ex-wife stumbled away with the tiny baby, his son.

Blaze had only just passed through the doors of the manor and already he had his father breathing down his neck. His emerald eyes stared in discontent as his father stood in front of him, in a little less of a minute after Helena’s departure. Antonin’s words had an affect on Blaze, and almost instantly his eyes narrowed, “The kid’s not mine. And destroy our family’s reputation? I’m the one that’s keeping our family’s reputation at bay. If it wasn’t for me, this family would be nothing. The only reason I’m bloody here is to hold up the family name, the only reason mother is here is because she doesn’t want you looking like the fool we all know you are. So let me tell you this, if you didn’t invite that slag, we wouldn’t be having this conversation now, would we?” Anger welled up inside him, his teeth continued to grind and his voice was filled with annoyance.

Sighing, he turned to the direction his father was aimed at and his eyes fell on Gemma. “Do I know her? You could say that.” Blaze scoffed and straightened himself up, looking at his father again, “She would be the mother of my daughter, Izzie and my wife-to-be. Now if you don’t mind, I’d like to go over and greet my fiancée.” Colliding his shoulder with his father’s, he approached Gem and managed to smile, placing a soft kiss on her lips, “You look beautiful…but, I think we should leave. It’s not worth our time.” Grabbing a glass of champagne from a passing waiter’s tray, he stared intently around the room while quickly downing the glass and turning his gaze back to his fiancée.