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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter 4
Chapter Five
Chapter 6
Chapter Seven
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| Tiny Blond Know It Alls |
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| Chapter Two of Identity |
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| “So, what’s with the rush to get back?” Dashel wondered aloud “Oh, well I, you see I, well I have to get back to let Gin’ away home” “Is that the Russian?” “No, actually she’s, well she’s my babysitter” at this Dashel couldn’t contain a snort of amusement. “Surely a grown man, a very hansom grown man I might add,” Alex felt his cheeks flush, “doesn’t need a babysitter, mmm?” “Well no, I don’t, but you see, I suppose I really should tell you this upfront…” he paused, struggling to find the words “Relax ‘Alexie’,” once again Alex felt his cheeks flare into colour at the deliberate reminder of Rosie’s earlier flirtations, “Look, if you’re trying to tell me that you have a kid, then no worries. Contrary to popular belief, I quite like kids” “Well that’s a relief! Why is it then that ‘popular belief’ deems otherwise? You seem like an okay guy to me.” “That’s because we’re having a discussion, one-on-one, I’m listening to you, you’re listening to me, and neither of us came into it with their heads filled with silly prejudices, and preconceptions.” He ranted. “Whoa! Are you okay man? Deep breaths now, just let it all out. Way to unload!” This earned Alex a light backhand to the chest, and a torn looking glare. “Sorry, it’s just that, my whole life, people have looked at me and seen my father, which would be bad enough on its own, but the man turns my stomach. Some of the things he’s done, the things he’s had me say and do…” he shuddered, “Of course, that was when I was too young and naïve to stand up for myself…” he trailed off. “I kinda get what you mean, my whole life I’ve had to put up with people making assumptions about who I am- up until just a couple of years ago, when I FINALLY decided enough was enough and took control. I’ve been hated for what I am, adored for what I unwittingly stood for, and feared for what I’ve accomplished”. Dashel looked at him, a new level of respect glinting in his eyes, this man understood. He realised that they had stopped in front of a narrow three-story, Victorian-looking, terraced house. “This is me,” Alex paused to run his fingers though his mousy brown hair, “Do you wanna come in, for a coffee or something? You did walk me home after all.” “I’d like that” “WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!” his beloved friend and baby-sitter growled- in a voice not unlike her mothers, from the largest of the downstairs windows, Dashel assumed this to be the living room. “Maybe I shouldn’t after-all” he whispered into his associate's ear, though making it obvious from his tone that he really didn’t mean it. “Your coming, I need all the protection I can get.” Nodding, Dashel followed him up the steps, the girl seemed familiar to him, but he couldn’t think why. Alex opened the door cautiously and made his way through the arch on his right. Dashel followed. “The last time you were this cranky Gin’, you were having trouble with my missus, what’s happened now?” “That stupid! Oh she’s just so! Why can’t she just! GRRRR!” “That bad huh?” “You don’t know the half of it Ha-Alex” She caught herself with lightning speed as, for the first time she noticed that her friend had company; said friend was now glaring at her, and said friend’s friend was eyeing her in puzzlement. Dashel hadn’t been listening at this point, or he would hav e caught the slip, and figured out who this intriguing man was. A light bulb had just gone off in his head. ‘Gin, Ginny Weasley, hair that looks like it’s on fire, enough freckles to provide the entire western world with melanin for a year, yep, definitely her. Well, that explains where he picked up the Merlin business, he must have gotten it off of her. He can’t be a wizard himself, I would have seen him at Hogwarts: we’re about the same age; and there’s no accent, he’s not foreign.’ “Well, I’d best be off, girlfriends to see, make-up sex to be had, BDC’s upstairs, asleep, bye,” she hastily made her exit, mostly to get away from her friend’s glower, also because she sensed that the stranger in his front room wasn’t there purely out of caffeine related urges. ~ “So, how about a Mocha?” “Sure, I have not idea what that is, but it sounds lovely” “It’s a strange coffee/hot-chocolate hybrid, and it is lovely. Make yourself at home, or I will be offended. I’ll be back in a mo.” ‘Should I mention it to him? Should bite my tongue? If he knows the Weasley clan, he’s bound to have heard of me. Maybe It’d scare him off. But then didn’t we just have a nice big tirade five minutes ago about the impressions of people, not always tying up to the truths. I should tell him’ “Daddy, I couldn’t sleep” Came a small voice from behind him, he jumped and saw a girl, who looked maybe three/four, with white-blond hair, and eyes so blue they were almost violet. Dashel nearly cried at how beautiful she was. Before he could say anything, she spoke again: “Oh!” She walked up to him and curtsied, “my name is Belladonna Celeste Benton, and you are?” He couldn’t do much more than gape at the girl for a few moments; the words she spoke were so articulate, so well mannered, that it seemed impossible for someone so young to have said them. To say that it unnerved him was a gross understatement. Slowly, without taking his eyes off of her, he raised his hand and shook the little angel’s, “Dashel Thomas Lynott.” “You have really pretty hair Mr Lynott,” ‘See now that sounds much more like a four year old girl to me; then again what would I know?’ “You too Belladonna.” She took a strand of her own hair, and held it up to his, seemingly dark mahogany locks. “Look, same colour” she said, plain as day, Dashel was beginning to feel nervous again. “What do you mean?” “Oh, Daddy put a spell on me so I could tell it was him even when it didn’t look like him, it must work on you too.” “Your daddy’s a wizard?” she nodded as if it was the most obvious things in the world. ‘Come to think of it why not, if he’s wearing a glamour then I could easily have gone to Hogwarts around the same time as him and just not recognise him. Hmmm, why though?’ he pondered, ‘ Maybe for the same reasons as me, for a quiet life, away from prying eyes’ “I’m a wizard too” he eventually said “You are?” she asked “You are!?!” Alex gasped, Dashel turned to see him standing in the doorway, looking very much like a fish out of water. Home Previous Chapter Next Chapter |
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