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Post by Aelfwine Tab on Aug 8, 2009 15:15:32 GMT
Quill in hand Aelfwine looked out of the small window in the tea shop and watched the world pass by. No one seemed to pay attention to the man who was watching them as they passed by. Friends continued to tease and push one another, couples cuddled and kissed and young children wailed as their parents dragged them away from Honeydukes without allowing them to buy any chocolate frogs. The man was trying to find something to include in his latest article for The Quibbler, the study of wizards and witches in everyday life seemed like a good idea at first but after getting through his fourth cup of nettle tea he was beginning to re-think his idea. With a small sigh his brown eyes gaze looked back to the empty parchment in front of him as her carefully placed the white feathered quill down as well and reached out once more for his drink.
The time had been slowly ticking by and the kind ginger haired shop owner had come over and filled his mug up for the fifth time when the grandfather clock that sat in the corner of the quaint little café chimed to signal 3 o’clock in the afternoon. At the third chime Alf rolled up the blank bit of parchment and slipped that and his quill into his bag that was leaned up against the side of his chair. It was then, just as he had expected there was the tinkle of the bell above the door sounding out and without even looking Alf pushed his chair out, stood up and with the broadest grin in the world he strode out to the other chair at the small table, gently pulling it out so that Chantal could sit down.
“Afternoon my love.”
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Post by Chantal Debussy on Aug 8, 2009 21:33:10 GMT
The pile of papers sitting on her desk wasn't getting any smaller the more she stared at them. She had been so busy on her latest case that she didn't have time for paperwork. Of course now that meant she was going to have to find time in her busy schedule to take care of them, which meant a day of hand cramps. She knew that she should try to get it done today but she had other things on her mind. Chantal couldn't stop thinking about her husband Aelfwine. He seemed to consume her thoughts at the most inopportune moments. It was the first time in her life a man ever made her that happy. From the moment they met Chantal was in like with him and it didn't take long for her to fall and fall hard for him. Their romance was like a whirlwind and soon they were married and they had a beautiful son together.
Today they were supposed to meet at Madam Pudditfoots and that's all she could think about. So when it was time for her to leave she didn't give a second thought to the work she had on her desk. Grabbing her purse, and keys she was out the door and down the hall making her way to lifts. All she wanted to do was see him, so she hurried. Soon enough she was opening the door and there he was.
Already holding out the seat for her like a proper gentleman. Chantal couldn't hold back her smile. He was the sweetest man she had ever met, which was why she fell in love so quickly. Sitting down she gave him one of her happy looks "Same to you my love, I've missed you" they sounded sappy and some might not like it but it wasn't as if she cared very much, they were in love with each other so why not show it. "Have you ordered yet, or have you been sitting here trying to think of something to write about." Giggling she grabbed his hand and squeezed gently. He enjoyed his work and was always writing or looking for a story.
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Post by Aelfwine Tab on Aug 18, 2009 19:48:56 GMT
It was safe to say that their relationship had been a whirlwind that had blown straight through their lives, throwing them together and turning their worlds around. Aelfwine knew that there were a few who still looked down upon his relationship with Chantal, after all she had been so young when they got together and the age difference still lingered over them like a noose tied around the gallowses ready for the execution. Yet it seemed that their love had pulled them through the most trying stages and even after sleepless nights due to their young son the couple still managed to find time to shoot each other those lungful glances and the sweet word spoken over the breakfast table.
“And I you.” Alf grinned back in return to his wife’s comment about missing him. It was odd that they had only said goodbye at seven o’clock that morning and yet they still longed to be with one another. Slowly walking back around to his side of the table Aelfwine slipping into his chair and with a broad grin listened to what his wife had to say and gave a small nod. “I have been quenching my thirst on nettle tea.” His eyes darted to the recently filled mug that had steam billowing out of the top as a deep laugh escaped his throat as Chantal giggled. “It’s my fifth cup today, so you can tell I have no inspiration.”
Like all great writers ever Aelfwine had the knack for procrastination and it was not only drinking a lot of nettle tea he did. If he was having trouble with an article it would always surprise him how clean his office got as he always found things he could tidy rather then write that next sentence in his article.
“I shall get you something though?” He dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out a handful of coins. “What would you like darling?”
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Post by Chantal Debussy on Aug 19, 2009 0:05:02 GMT
Chantal was now seated, and she was instantly at ease. Aelfwine was just the kind of man she liked, not too fussy and easy to be around. A lot of people, even her own family didn't understand their relationship. It was no secret that Chantal was a bit younger than her husband, but what did it matter? She loved him and he loved her and the two of them were happy with each other. Plus, from that happiness they brought into the world a beautiful son who was the light of both of their lives. How could she not love a man who gave her a gift such as that. So when it came to the naysayers Chantal ignored their comments.
Chantal still smiled at her husband when he remarked that he missed her as well. They hadn't been married as long as others she knew but they still loved each other deeply. Chantal enjoyed looking into his eyes, they were beautiful. The way he smiled at her sent her into flutters of excitement. When he said her name she just about died every time. Even a light kiss on the cheek made her want to faint. He was simply the man of her dreams and Chantal wouldn't trade him for anything or anyone in the world. That's why she usually wore a big smile on her face during the day. Her co-workers couldn't understand but that was because they didn't know anything about being happy.
He was already on his fifth cup of nettle tea, which meant he was trying to get some inspiration to write. "Oh darling you know you'll come up with something fabulous you always do. You just need to some to think about it. Maybe something else up at the school I mean your article on the Quidditch teams was riveting I enjoyed every word of it, and I'm not just saying that. Perhaps there's another story there. I mean it was only last term they had a lot of weird goings on there, the ministry was worried I can tell you that." Chantal didn't really get involved in her husband's job, writing wasn't really her thing so she left that to him but she didn't think her idea was that bad, unless he was looking for some other angle.
He asked what she would like. Chantal hadn't really thought about it much. "Maybe some some Earl Grey tea love. The we can drink out tea together." Placing her hand over his she grabbed it pulled it up just so their fingers could be interlocked. She simply loved holding his hand. "Now that's better isn't it" she teased him.
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Post by Aelfwine Tab on Sept 15, 2009 14:51:39 GMT
There was something about being with the one you loved; it was so easy to be relaxed and at ease when you were with someone who you could truly be yourself with. It was something that Aelfwine had always found when it came to Chantal and maybe it was the reason he had been so keen to be with her and marry her and spend the rest of his life with her. There had always been those, particularly at the start of their relationship, many people had criticised them and tried to tear them apart which had caused many an anxious moment but because they had gotten through it together it had only made them stronger and more determined to remain together.
“Oh no not bias at all.” He gently teased as Chantal did the true other half’s job and reassured him that everything was okay and that everything he always did was perfect. But even though he knew the facts it still made him feel warm inside and a small smile to worm its way onto his face. “Yeah maybe there is a story up there.” He mumbles absentmindedly as he started back out the window onto the small high street, watching the masses of students run up and down heading back to the castle. He guessed they were the people who lived up there, they experienced everything first hand and after all they were the ones who buy his magazine.
Zoning back into the room Alf smiled once more at his wife before called the waitress over and getting more drinks ordered. He was most likely the only thing keeping this café open for business with the amount of nettle tea he drank. While they waited Chantal reached across and took hold of his hand, she teased that it was better and although it now meant that Alf could not write and sip his drink at the same time he did not want to cause any offence and so simply agreed. “Much better.” With a small squeeze of the hand Alf locked eyes with Chantal. “Where is Theo today? When I left this morning you were both at the breakfast table.”
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Post by Chantal Debussy on Sept 16, 2009 2:43:39 GMT
Chantal could simply sit there with Aelfwine all day long and not really say a word. They were simply that comfortable with each other. He was good to her, so good to her that it was hard to believe she could get so lucky. He was kind and generous, he loved her and she loved him. Sitting there thinking this she knew it was sappy soap opera fodder but she couldn't help it. She had kissed a lot of frogs before finding her prince. There was one point where she thought she was about to give up on love, young as she was but then Aelfwine came along and things just changed like that. Chantal didn't let anyone's words or opinions bother her all she knew was that she loved him and he felt the same way.
"Oh well I can't help but be biased since I'm married to the best writer in the world. I'm simply stating a fact, you know how proud I am of you love." She was she bragged to everyone she knew about her husband, she recalled a moment where someone made a face when she brought him up, it didn't bother her at all she was proud and always would be of her husband. "Well it can't hurt to try maybe the Headmaster can give you something worth using he seems the chatty type." Chantal had only met him once a long time ago but that's the impression she got.
Soon he was asking for their son and another smile touched her lips. Theo was her other pride and joy that absolute love of her life right next to his father. "Ah well I had to go into the office today so Mrs. Joliet offered to watch him and he seemed keen to go he enjoys playing with Dylan you know so he begged me to let him hang out over there, and he even gave me the puppy dog eyes. I wonder where he learned that from," smiling she looked up at her husband.
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Post by Aelfwine Tab on Sept 18, 2010 15:20:05 GMT
With a small smile Aelfwine looked over at his wife and tried with all his might to stop the slight blush that was passing over his face. He knew he should have expected the compliment to come from Chantal but it still made the colour run to his cheeks as Alf had always made an effort to not become big headed and stay grounded, something his parents had encouraged him to do as a child so unlike this big time journalists he was…well normal. Well, to an extent, a wizard is never really what one would call normal, especially one who was the editor of the Quibbler. It was sort of the opposite approach which Chantal took, she liked to brag about his abilities and job position to everyone, they balanced each other out, and maybe that is what made them so perfect for each other.
“You think he would meet up with me?” Aelfwine thought out loud about meeting up with the headmaster. “I bet he has loads of stories to tell, seems to have led an exciting life.” He could not help but give a small chuckle at this statement as he went for another sip of his cup of tea. Everyone knew the kind of things the headmaster got up to and it would be very interesting to get it from the horse’s mouth, it would defiantly sell a few copies of the magazine.
But then the conversation moved away from work and towards family life once more as Chantal answered his question about their precious son Theo. “I have no idea what you mean.” Alf teased as he pretended to scribble notes down on his parchment instead of meeting the gaze of his wife. It was true, he did have the habit of shooting her the cute innocent look whenever he wanted something, and heck it worked he was secretly happy that Theo had picked it up, he knew it would get him far in life. “Glad he is hanging out with Dylan, when those two get older they will be right trouble makers.” He finally looked up at Chantal and grinned happily at her. “Unless he takes after you and focuses on work. Have you got to go back to the office later or are you going to spend the rest of the day with you darling husband? We could eat out for dinner, heck Theo is being looked after we could have a mini date!”
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Post by Chantal Debussy on Sept 20, 2010 1:30:17 GMT
Chantal grinned as she saw the blush creep up her husband's cheeks, it simply made him look incredibly adorable but she surely wasn't going to say that out loud. He was so shy when it came to his notoriety sometimes Chantal seemed to be the one to brag about her husband. That was what she loved about him, he was humble as the day was long. No matter Chantal loved her husband's personality, which was the reason she had fallen for him the way she had. He was unlike any other man she had ever known and for that she was thankful because she had known a lot of real losers in her time.
They resumed their conversation about the Headmaster of Hogwarts. Chantal had no idea why Aelf would even doubt himself "the man wold be a fool not to meet with you, after everything going around about him the chance to set the record straight has to be tempting. Come on love you will never know unless you try after all and I believe in you. Plus I'm sure he has a lot of exciting stories to tell and I'm sure a few naughty ones too" she joked even though she had a feeling that part was true.
Talk of their son brought another smile to her face. If there was anything Chantal loved more than her husband it was their son. His son was a tiny little replica of him and was even starting to pick up some of his father's personality traits. It was cute to watch, but she hoped that her son would pick up some of her habits too. So far he hadn't. He was young yet things could still change. "Oh no I don't think my heart could take it if my poor little baby turned into a trouble maker. But I don't see any of my personality in him so far, he's your little doppelganger." Chantal loved that though, the two of them were like two peas in a pod.
"Oh no I'm done for the day actually, got all my work done, and a mini date with my husband sounds like the best thing I can think of right now. Theo is in great hands. So where would you like to go?"
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