Family Ties (Fabien)

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WELL SHE LIVES IN A F A I R Y T A L E

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With a flash of green flames, Charity emerged from the family fireplace; she threw her purse down on the table nearby, and waited patiently for her husband to arrive. The day had been long, tiresome and emotionally draining, Charity was concerned about how it had affected Fabien, who had been usually quiet all day. She glanced around the family living room, which was remarkably tidy as result of the children being out of the house. The walls were adorned with family photos, documenting the family at various stages of their lives and there was a large family sofa looking through a pair of French doors onto the large garden. Charity had insisted on a home near her original family house, away from the bustle of the wizarding world. The house was secluded, which enabled them to raise their children in a safe environment, without having to worry about the local muggles.

Catching her reflection in the mirror, Charity sighed, the crease on her forehead had appeared a usual sign of her anxiety. She hadn’t slept much the night before worrying about the result of the trial. She couldn’t believe for a second that Julien would do what he was accused of. It seemed so out of character and she was outraged at the result of the trial. She wanted to make an appeal, the thought of him being locked away in such a terrible place as Azkaban was unthinkable. It just had to be a false accusation. The only thing that concerned her was the worry as to why someone would accuse him of such actions? What did anyone have to gain from this?

She pulled the clip that held her hair up in a tight bun out, her hair falling freely around her face. She felt constrained by her smart attire, preferring to wear loose clothing she could move freely in. The smart high waisted trousers and shirt were not particularly to her liking, however appropriate they were. What concerned Charity the most was Fabien’s reluctance to discuss the subject with her; he was obviously hurting, after all, his brother had just been sent to Azkaban. She had been surprised this morning when Fabien rose early to go to work; she had assumed he would have taken the day off. Instead she had to meet him just before the trial. She couldn’t help but feel he had engineered this so she couldn’t discuss it with him before the trial.

She folded her arms firmly as the flames light up again, waiting patiently for Fabien to arrive.

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FORGOTTEN THE TASTE AND SMELL

TAG ! Fabien,
WORDS ! 466
NOTES ! Again a bit crappy because of lack of being left alone! Argh!
CREDIT ! DELYSSIOUS !
SONG ! brick by boring brick --- paramore

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[fabienlee]

SEE THIS ANCIENT R I V E R B E D?

SEE WHERE ALL MY FOLLIES HAVE LED?
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The clincher, he thought, the kicker, the ticket, the real hum-dinger in all of this was that he'd nearly laughed in relief when the case file had landed on his desk. Laughed, as though the little packet of parchment sitting complacently in front of him held the answer to life, the world, the universe; or at the very least the crisis of the moment, which had entailed finding an efficient method by which is idiot (idiot!) of a brother could be kept out of what was coming. Three Muggle fatalities, they read, all witnesses de-briefed and public spectacle diffused via standard protocol. The case file had gone on to say that the explosion in a public toilet in the West End had initially been deemed a prank gone awry. Upon further investigation, it was decided that murder had been intended all along and that the fatalities were consistent with a rash of public incidents which had come to light since the Dark Lord's return.

It had been disconcertingly easy to insinuate Julien into the situation. To manipulate the evidence, and with help from a nameless Ministry employee (a Death Eater herself, anxious to see blame assigned to a nameless witch or wizard who could be blamed and shut away for the rest of their life,) it had taken just under two days to obtain a warrant. The trial, since it was deemed a high priority one, was rushed and scheduled for a mere week later. Perfect, Fabien had thought. This was Julien kept safely out of the way. This was Julien surviving to see the end of all of this – whatever this was.

He'd left for the Ministry more than an hour earlier than usual for a number of reasons. Firstly, to avoid Charity: he was almost certain that she would try to talk to him about his brother and his impending fate. As for Fabien, he doubted his ability to survive that conversation and did not care to have it. Secondly, because he'd wanted the chance to address Julien himself before the customary bustle of the Ministry work day began. He remembered very clearly, as he watched his wife step into the fire at the Ministry and nodded that yes, he would be right behind – he remembered very clearly the way something had gleamed in his brother's eyes as he went down into the holding cells outside the Wizenagamot. Like hope, he thought. And his idiot brother had grinned at him, saying, 'Don't worry, right? You'll get me outta this. You always get me out.' Fabien had looked very briefly down at his shoes and then back at Julien and said, 'I can't get you out of this.'

Fabien had sat entirely mute for the duration of the trial, which had been blessedly brief. It lasted for part of the afternoon and they had left slowly, waiting as the Wizenagamot had filed out on unsteady legs, their mainly ancient backs hunched over and low, their heads shaking in disapproval. He'd taken Charity's hand as they'd hauled Julien roughly back to his temporary cell, clutching tightly to it and wondering why he'd laughed.

Stepping tiredly out of the fireplace, safe in their family home, he shrugged out of his Ministry robes and tossed them over the arm of a chair. "I don't want to talk about it, Char," he said in a somewhat warning tone.

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DOWN BY THE WATER, DOWN BY THE OLD MAIN DRAG.



TAG: Charity.
WORD COUNT: 561
NOTES: AHHH, I'm sorry. My characters are as incoherent as I am. Package deal, unfortunately.
TEMPLATE SUCH AS IT IS DONE QUICKLY BY GATSBY HURRAH

[THE PHOENIX]

WELL SHE LIVES IN A F A I R Y T A L E

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The trial had been short. Almost too short. Charity had been sat beside her husband, her hand creeping into his has the verdict had been called out. There was no reaction from him, not even a twitch of a lip, or the raising of an eyebrow. Charity found herself staring at her husband with utter surprise. She expected some kind of reaction, a few uttered words, an angry gaze, anything was better than nothing. It worried her. It was not healthy to keep emotions bottled up. She didn’t say a word, merely stared sadly after Julien who was being dragged out of the room. Her eyes met his and she tried to send some kind of reassurance, that everything would be fine. An over whelming sadness had dowsed itself on her, seeing Julien so distraught, so afraid nearly broke her heart. But she did not show these feelings. Oh no Charity Burbage had a much stronger backbone than that. It would not have been fitting at all, for her to have broken down in the middle of court, like a little girl.

As they left the room, Fabien had taken her hand, almost as if he sensed her anguish, however a laugh had escaped from Fabien’s lips; it was cold and left Charity feeling disturbed as she gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. She was becoming rather alarmed by his actions.

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After a short wait Fabien emerged from the fireplace, his shoulders hunched and tired he barely glanced at her as he removed his work robes. Charity continued to stand there, arms folded gazing at him with frustration. They were both tired, but the day’s outcomes could not be ignored.

"I don't want to talk about it, Char," he said in a somewhat warning tone.

Charity raised an eyebrow; it was rare that they argued. Sure they bickered between themselves, but what married couple didn’t? She didn’t particularly enjoy the tone of voice he was using on her. She took a breath, it had been a hard day, and tensions were bound to be high. She sat herself slowly down on the sofa, resisting a sudden urge to send a harmless curse his way. Play nice Charity, she thought to herself as she removed her shoes, massaging her pinched toes.

‘Abe we can’t not talk about it’ she said firmly, trying to catch his gaze, ‘we must appeal the case, the evidence doesn’t add up, there’s no way Julien was responsible for that. You know as well as I do, he would never do it!’ she said with persistence, running her hands through her hair in exasperation. Clearly the trials results had hit him harder than she had first thought, but the next move seemed clear. To appeal the case, with some fresh evidence, which she was sure his lawyer would be able to scrape up, she was certain he would be released. Problem solved. Of course she didn’t know if this would work, but it certainly had more of a chance of releasing her brother-in-law than sitting back and doing nothing.

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FORGOTTEN THE TASTE AND SMELL

TAG ! Fabien,
WORDS ! 513
NOTES ! I love how we have like 'his an hers' post templates.
CREDIT ! DELYSSIOUS !
SONG ! brick by boring brick --- paramore

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