Summer
Post by Marius Leclair on Aug 13, 2012 20:23:17 GMT -5
"Oi oi, Marius, were you listening?..." "Oh, oui! Oui, I was." Decaria was giving Marius a knowing look as he followed his boy's line of sight to a certain Zabini girl. Little did he know that, Marius was actually staring at the pale skinned, light eyed prince beside Anael instead. "I said, don't get distracted from your studies. It's okay to play around here and there...but don't let it hinder you, boy. You're talented." Marius smirked back at his father, crossing one arm over his chest as he waved the other about, gesticulating in a characteristically french way, "What sort of spoiled idiot do you take me for? Of course I won't let you down, dad." in the last couple minutes of their goodbye, father and son looked at each other and exchanged words. Decaria Leclair was left smiling silently as his daughter leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. After which, Marius walked over to his other father--the infamously beautiful Aiji Leclair. The four looked like celebrities, but none moreso than Mattieu's, and their 'mother'. He smiled at Aiji innocently, sharing a secret, knowing look before he leaned down and kissed the shorter male on the cheek as he said, "Au revoir, mama, Je t'aime."
In turn, Decaria had turned to Mattieu, hugging his youngest and sweetest boy, giving him a soft, gentle look. Some would mistake this for the look that a father would give to his daughter. After hugging Mattieu into his chest, he pulled away and placed his hands on Matt's shoulders, saying, "Don't push yourself too hard, Mattieu. You're such a smart boy, you could very well have been in Ravenclaw. Yet, if I can give you some advice, it would mean everything to me if you would listen." He began to shuffle into pocket, removing a velvet box increstined with the 'Leclair Charme`' insignia. "In this box is a necklace. When you hold it's pendant, you will suddenly feel a wave of strength and courage wash over you. It was designed by yours truly to be something like the Felix Felicies potion...Yes, I know what I'm giving you is powerful, but it's something my son deserves." He'd tuck into the boy's hands, kissing his forehead, elder hazel eyes staring into younger brown. "Mattieu, take this year and challenge yourself to step outside your comfort zone, otherwise you will always have the grades, but never the happiness outside of your own morose satisfaction. Do things this year you would've never believed yourself capable of, and wear that necklace. You are destined to be great, my son." He'd pat his boy on the shoulder one last time, before seeing him and Marius off.
Marius smiled at his father before grabbing his brother's hand and hurrying onto the steps of the train. By the time they had walked on, Decaria had finally been able to recover, now taking a step forward and trying to get on the train himself whilst a chastising Aiji held onto his husband's arms.
"I'll miss them." He shook his head, cherry black hair moving in front of his eyes. The slytherin beauty wore little to no makeup, finding no want for anything but a little bit of powder. His frame was long, coming to a median height of five foot eight inches, but nonetheless was lean, strong, and somehow...fragile looking. Everything about him, from his doll like porcelain skin to his slender body made his look like a doll that walked right off of a shelf. A smile graced his velvet lips as she walked with Mattieu, looking into the cabins occasionally--they had arrived a little late, of course, for their father had reserved a breakfast at a luxurious cafe close to their home, not wanting his children to eat the 'trash' they had to serve off of the trolly. "I can't wait to finally start classes again Mattieu..." He looked back a little, realizing Mattieu had stopped for a moment in front of a certain cabin. Inside was Scorpius Malfoy, alone.
In turn, Decaria had turned to Mattieu, hugging his youngest and sweetest boy, giving him a soft, gentle look. Some would mistake this for the look that a father would give to his daughter. After hugging Mattieu into his chest, he pulled away and placed his hands on Matt's shoulders, saying, "Don't push yourself too hard, Mattieu. You're such a smart boy, you could very well have been in Ravenclaw. Yet, if I can give you some advice, it would mean everything to me if you would listen." He began to shuffle into pocket, removing a velvet box increstined with the 'Leclair Charme`' insignia. "In this box is a necklace. When you hold it's pendant, you will suddenly feel a wave of strength and courage wash over you. It was designed by yours truly to be something like the Felix Felicies potion...Yes, I know what I'm giving you is powerful, but it's something my son deserves." He'd tuck into the boy's hands, kissing his forehead, elder hazel eyes staring into younger brown. "Mattieu, take this year and challenge yourself to step outside your comfort zone, otherwise you will always have the grades, but never the happiness outside of your own morose satisfaction. Do things this year you would've never believed yourself capable of, and wear that necklace. You are destined to be great, my son." He'd pat his boy on the shoulder one last time, before seeing him and Marius off.
Marius smiled at his father before grabbing his brother's hand and hurrying onto the steps of the train. By the time they had walked on, Decaria had finally been able to recover, now taking a step forward and trying to get on the train himself whilst a chastising Aiji held onto his husband's arms.
"I'll miss them." He shook his head, cherry black hair moving in front of his eyes. The slytherin beauty wore little to no makeup, finding no want for anything but a little bit of powder. His frame was long, coming to a median height of five foot eight inches, but nonetheless was lean, strong, and somehow...fragile looking. Everything about him, from his doll like porcelain skin to his slender body made his look like a doll that walked right off of a shelf. A smile graced his velvet lips as she walked with Mattieu, looking into the cabins occasionally--they had arrived a little late, of course, for their father had reserved a breakfast at a luxurious cafe close to their home, not wanting his children to eat the 'trash' they had to serve off of the trolly. "I can't wait to finally start classes again Mattieu..." He looked back a little, realizing Mattieu had stopped for a moment in front of a certain cabin. Inside was Scorpius Malfoy, alone.
