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Billie Trimble ([info]obtineo) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2008-11-10 04:40:00


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Entry tags:evan rosier, sebastian goldstein

Sebastian
It probably would have been a fairly good idea to give Sebastian Goldstein some sort of warning before apparating to the house he shared with Mackenzie, but Evan was not in the mood for biting remarks from the Gryffindor. There was something in the back of his mind that told him that if he had so much as mentioned a face to face meeting, there was a good possibility that Sebastian would decline, and tell him that there was no good reason for them to sit down and have a little chat. Then again, Evan had no idea what the guy was like, since he didn’t ever bother taking the time to get to know him. He didn’t care enough. But, to save time and energy just incase that was indeed the reaction he would get, the blonde Slytherin decided to make a surprise house call. Whether or not Mackenzie was home didn’t matter. He was actually hoping she wouldn’t be for this, since he did want to talk to her husband alone for a few minutes. He wasn’t planning on staying long, but it all depended on how long this was going to take.

Slipping his wand into the inner pocket of his suit, since he had just arrived from work, he raised a hand to knock on the door. It was loud enough for someone to hear on the inside, but he was hardly banging it down. Dropping his hand back down, he slid his hands into his pocket and took the chance to look around. He was inwardly scowling about how Mack deserved so much better than this. Even if it was a very nice house, he wouldn’t let himself admit it, just because of who it belonged to. To anyone who didn’t know Evan, he probably looked completely unaffected by this not so little rumor that was flying about, but anyone who had graduated in the year of ’77 in the house of Slytherin could see the signs that he most definitely was. The way he kept shifting his jaw, the way his shoulders were more tense than usual; little things like that.

His grey eye had been focused on a nearby dying plant, but his full attention turned back to the door once he saw movement out of his blue one. He wordlessly stared at Sebastian Goldstein for a good moment or two before cocking his head just slightly to the side. “Hello Sebastian.” There was a small pause before he spoke again. “I believe you and I need to have a talk.” His words were spoken calmly, explaining his reasons for being there. He was just hoping to have a…civilized conversation with the man.



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[info]sebclicks
2008-11-12 02:38 am UTC (link)
Don't freak out, don't freak out, don't freak out.

His last big issue with this blood status bit was the tattoo, and his fights with Mackenzie and the lack of conversation they had for...a few good weeks. It had been a terrible time, and he'd promised to try and control himself and keep his opinions a bit--softer, than he normally would like to.

So right now, Sebastian was really, really forcing himself to not start yelling and stomping and just--it was hard, and he was going to order himself the grossest pizza ever tonight because he damn well deserved it.

Ignoring the fact that Evan seemed to think he had some sort of say in how Mackenzie was to be helped in this situation, Sebastian let out a breath and looked up, and then back at Evan.

"If you run into trouble with this, from co-workers, or Cecilia," unlike Evan, Sebastian actually paid attention to Mackenzie's friends and their lives, "then I will be the first to renounce anything negative. Which pains me to say, but I'm going to be an adult and promise you that."

He looked over his shoulders again, and then at the ground for a moment before looking up, "I'm not going to allow Mackenzie to get dragged into this any further, so if you, or Cecilia, or anyone else can't take the word of a muggleborn, then I don't know what else to tell you."

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