“Hmm” Nick found himself saying, Abbey Dawn, wasn’t she like thirteen years old? Pretty young for her to join one of the most ruthless organisations since the early death eaters. What was that saying? Get them while they are young. All the great leaders of the past had had some sort of raging propaganda machine working in their favour, Nicholas needed some canon fodder. He tossed the idea over in his head, was it right? Did he care? The answer to these questions was yes and no respectably. Abbey Dawn may have been something of a sister to Christabelle but to him she was little more than “Just another member.” The Confederacy did indeed seem to be growing in popularity and membership, there were however problems with this. It seemed that every day that went by he regretted forming this organisation just a little more. It felt like a certain amount of Nicholas’s glory was getting sucked up by the group, by the name. It should have been HIS reputation that preceded HIM, not the organisations. After all was he not the reason they were all seated here today? Still, people had their uses and it was early days, when he had the world by the throat he could seize whatever he wished and by then, no-one would be able to stop him. Nicholas's right hand, which was resting upon the arm of his chair, massaged his temple as these thoughts raced through his mind. It was odd, lately he seemed to be suffering from migraines, something he had never had a problem with in the past. They seemed to occur during moments of annoyance like this, his eyes closed for a moment before he gathered his composure and answered Christabelle’s question with a question of his own “Isn’t Abbey Dawn a mere thirteen years of age? I fail to really see what she could achieve within these halls, after all, vampires and werewolves aren’t likely to fall at the hand’s of a third years stupefy…” It was all true of course, if she did get in it was only because Christabelle wanted it so. Godric would no doubt wish it so also, as tough as he came across he valued family and what not. He needed Godric’s morale to stay high, he was after all the thing that would be most likely to stand between Nicholas and death at some point in his life. He continued on smoothly “Though if you all feel she is safer here than out in the wilderness by all means bring her here too see me, it would allow me to better asses her strengths, if she has any.” He added casually. No doubt it would be weaknesses he would be studying but people could be surprising, on occasion. Lately though everyone seemed to be more predictable than ever to Nicholas….
His mood perked up ever so slightly at the mention of something a little normal, where Godric would stay. He had obviously departed his family home and yes it seemed logical to give him Christabelle’s room. Especially now she and he would be sharing, it meant he wouldn’t have to unlock one of the other bedrooms up the stairs. It wasn’t as if Christabelle’s room was girly either, it had a slight eerie feel to it, like most of the rooms in this dark house. All that she would need to remove were her photos and personal item’s. Nicholas nodded his head slightly as she mentioned it, smiling a little as she reminded him that they would soon be wed “Indeed, it is only logical that instead of rummaging upstairs for a decent room you take your cousins. It being already furnished and what not, it will save us all a whole lot of hassle, though if your sister in law does indeed have her heart set on joining, looks like we are just putting it off.” The conversation seemed to have turned too Abbey once more and Nicholas continued, eager to get it done and out of his mind “When is the soonest you can bring her here? Of course if she is not Confederate material we will have to place a memory charm on her. Only fools would trust a thirteen year old child with such important information as our whereabouts. As harsh as it may seems that will need to be done, I know she is your sister in law but, I’m sure you understand my love.”
Nicholas turned his attention to his champion and new found best friend, he smiled a little before continuing “So other than our little scuffle with the now, new and not so improved Mathew Lestrange, have you any other combat experience that would make me feel more at ease should we find ourselves in another undesirable situation? I mean, I am more than capable of eradicating any opposition that stand before me, but there is no-one I would consider important enough to duel me personally. You aside of course…” Nicholas added politely.
by Godric Delk Malfoy Thu Sep 24, 2009 3:23 am
