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Bertram Aubrey ([info]pantsoptional) wrote in [info]valesco,
@ 2008-06-29 18:57:00


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Entry tags:bertram aubrey, emmeline vance

[Is that codename for sex? - Emmeline]
Sure, Bertram Aubrey knew that he should probably be doing something responsible like trying to get a job or getting in touch with his (whatever Franzy was, he didn't even know), but the fact was that since classes had finished up, he'd been taking the time to play with his daughter. They were currently sitting in the middle of one of the busier parks in London on a rather embarassingly pink blanket. Amissa was clumsily holding a marker in one hand and settled very contently by her father's face, making a concentrated attempt at scribbling all over it.

No, he didn't find anything particularly wrong with this scene -- or he wouldn't until someone spotted him with Amissa and he remembered that he wasn't supposed to have a kid, let alone enjoy playing with one.


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[info]advancingly
2008-06-30 03:45 am UTC (link)
Emmeline sat back, pushing her hands into the grass watching the two with amusement. She had absolutely no idea how she would have reacted to having a child so young (which led to some sympathy to Gillian and Ingrid--but not much), but she would hope that she'd be able to handle it as well as Bertram seemed to be. Hell--she had no idea how she'd deal with kids ten years from now, but at the moment she was more focused on surviving this war than planning her future family.

"How's the summer been so far?" she asked, pulling at the grass between her fingers, "Other than becoming a living, breathing, piece of art?"

She still had a little more than a week before her internship started, so she was going to relax as much as possible, getting to see Caradoc and her friends before her life was dedicated to St. Mungo's.

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[info]pantsoptional
2008-06-30 04:19 am UTC (link)
"Honestly, I haven't been doing jack shit. I figure I should relax my ass off this summer in case I have to ... you know, get a job in the fall." Which implied that his mother was still making up her mind as to whether he was allowed to sit at home and play daddy or actually have to go and work. Bertram smirked and tapped Amissa on the nose.

"I'm thinking I should start up a daycare or some shit. You know it'd get me tail."

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[info]advancingly
2008-06-30 07:23 pm UTC (link)
"Hitting on all the single mums dropping off their kids, lovely," Emmeline drawled, but not at all annoyed. She knew it was pointless to try and fight against Betram's naturally way, and in some weird, twisted sense of logic, she rather enjoyed having conversations with him. While the rest of her world was serious and bent on the destruction of the darkest wizard the wizarding world had ever seen, sitting in the park with Bertram was quite carefree and humorous.

"What's Dolohov going to think of that, though?"

As much as she hated to admit it, she was a bit interested in this little...thing, he had going on with Franziska. Not one of her favorite people in the world, but if she'd managed to keep Bertram's eyes from straying too long, there had to be something interesting about her, right?

Or she was just a fantastic shag, but Emmeline liked to think that Bertram had a bit more of a heart than that.

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[info]pantsoptional
2008-06-30 07:44 pm UTC (link)
Bertram grinned easily when Emmeline brought up Franziska. He'd had enough of the blokes giving him a hard time about it that his speech was well-rehearsed when it came out. "Oh, Franzy and I both know that neither of us are going to change the way that we are for each other. Whatever happens, happens."

He waved a hand and then blinked when Amissa literally poked her fingers into the inside of her ear. She'd taken to that since she had discovered that putting fingers into things was better than just rubbing them over things. He yawned quietly and ran a hand through his hair. Okay, so babysitting his daughter was actually really tiring -- he'd never say so, though.

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