Illegitimate
*TW-Animal Cruelty at the end*
Pretty little Rose spilled all about herself, barely leaving a thing unsaid. And I listened attentively even though I already knew most of it. With the right amount of money and contacts, you can find out anything you want about anyone you want. I've been training and honing my legilimency skills, but I've still much work to do before I can read someone like a scroll.
It's a scandal really, but needs must.
She told tales of how she flourished in her home-schooled environment, not downtrodden by house rivalry or put off by the constant rotation of Professor's and house mates. It sounded favourable to me, at least, because Hogwarts had been a strange place for me.
I was thankful for what it had to offer, but disappointed in it's lenient approach toward mudbloods and other vile bottom dwellers. Not to mention the ideocratic head master that's still running the place. He would warn me of my pursuits in dark magic, even going so far as to spy on me. But I remained one step ahead.
My endeavours wouldn't take me back to Hogwarts just yet. I've a few things I must straighten out before I apply for a teaching position. And although I know they'd be fools to not have me teach there, I'm sure something will conveniently come up in the form of more twisted bullshit lies that will likely leave Albus Dumbledore's mouth.
It wouldn't really be for the passion of it either, truth be told I just needed somewhere to bide my time because the pokey little shared house wasn't somewhere I could get comfortable in. The people I'm forced to have minimal interaction with make it near impossible to not kill for the fun of it. They don't like order just tardiness, and they live their lives in utter frivolity.
If I have to spend another night listening to their moans and rattling, thumping and swearing then I think I might just go insane.
Nobody should be that happy to be balls deep in a whore that barely scratches past the average of a five out of ten. And no female should be that elated to be a cum dump for an idiot with no real intelligence.
It's a farce, and maybe even a little bit.. natural selection. No doubt they will breed another generation of low achievers and oxygen hogging twits. They wouldn't know a damn thing about creating a heir for their lineage, just senseless depravity and copulation.
Sex is completely barmy when you think about it. Humans just shove one part of their body in to someone else's, exchange their bodily fluids and then pretend like it meant something to either of them when in reality it's all hormonal. The little chemicals in their brain convincing them that they're happy about the disgusting thing they just did.
It's truly pathetic.
That's why it was so amusing when little Rosie pressed her legs together a little harder than usual when I leant forward and brushed my hand against hers, just reaching for some milk for the coffee I had no intention of drinking.
I watched her lips flush red as she mindlessly licked them, and the way that she repositioned her entire body to face mine as I spoke. Her eyes followed my hand as it rubbed all the way down the edge of the table and then back again, the thought of false friction sending a confusing tingle in to the pit of her stomach before her gaze snapped back to me.
"So you say that you are an only child is that right?" I questioned. "Yeah that's right, I have a half sister but I've never met her."
"That's a shame. Was it ever explained to you why?"
Rose got nervous, tapping her fingernail on her mug as she thought about her answer. "She was an illegitimate child. So she was taken from her mother as a baby, back in the mother land, there's laws against that kind of thing. The woman killed herself and my father had to run to avoid persecution. That's when he met my mother, they were both fleeing, trying to reach the UK border for safety. And the rest is history, that's all that I know."
She calls the place from which her parents fled the 'mother-land,' and has never referred to it as anything else. So it could be absolutely anywhere, and that was frustrating. I like to know everything, but it's like she was hiding something. Maybe she has been taught growing up to never reveal exactly where because it would risk her parents lives.
And it made sense, so perhaps that's why they chose to stay away from the sacred twenty-eight.
"Well, in hoping that you hold no judgement on the matter then I feel obliged to offer some comfort in telling you that I too am an illegitimate child.."
"Really??"
Bingo. That was my way in. Her curiosity was piqued, far more than was anticipated.
"Yes really. Have you ever tried to search for your sister Rose?"
"No," she sighed. "I wouldn't even know where to start and my father just shuts me down when I try to bring it up."
"I'd be more than happy to help. I have friends all across Europe, I can't see what harm it would do. You don't have to commit to anything, just simply seek her out, just for piece of mind that she's safe?"
"Europe?" Laughed Rose. "How in the hell do you have friends across Europe? I struggle to make friends in London never mind cross continent."
"I just have a little trade and barter going on, nothing too exciting unfortunately. It helps to have connections in the business that I'm in, especially with collectables and rare artefacts. They attract buyers from all over the world."
Her eyes glazed over, like I had just promised a brand new world to her. I could see the thoughts milling behind her eyes, imagining all the wonderful things I must come in to contact with and the people I must get to meet. She's going to be rather disappointed when she finds out that it's nowhere near as regal or influential as what I'm trying to sell to her.
It was almost so enticing that as I danced my finger around the lip of my mug, her head swayed in time with it again. Like she was hypnotised.
"Uh- Rose?" I spoke softly, so to gently bring her back to reality. "Are you still there?"
"Yes sorry I just got lost in my train of thought for a moment!" She blushed and fussed her hair behind her ear to draw away from the embarrassment. "I tend to do that quite a bit, I do apologise."
"No need to apologise, in fact you looked rather pretty just sitting there sort of vacant."
She blushed again, taking my compliment but not knowing that her vague gaze only gave me an inkling to how she will look when she's dead. I didn't lie when I said she'd look pretty though.
"So, could I persuade you in to pursuing things with your extended family? I'd love to offer my help to you Rose, you seem really sweet."
"And you could really help me? It's just it'd have to be a secret because I don't think anyone else is going to be happy about it."
Perfect. "Of course, I'll treat the matter with the utmost discretion. It'll be our.. little secret. Why don't you give me your address so I can find you outside of work hours?"
"I can't really do that," said sweet little Rosie. "I still live at home at the moment until I've saved enough to move out and I'd get in so much trouble for just giving our address out. I'm sorry, I hope you understand."
"Absolutely.." I began tracing the tip of the mug again just to check that I still had her full attention. And again her eyes followed my finger around the porcelain and back down on to the table. "Maybe we could just come here after work each day, set aside an hour of our time to devote to this. Make a little-- routine if you will? I'll strike you a deal.. I'll buy the coffee Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays and you can return the favour on the Tuesdays and Thursdays?"
"Yeah okay," she replied softly, a smile crawling up her cheeks. She was starting to feel comfortable with me now. It was working. "So same time tomorrow then, Rose?"
"Sure. Thanks by the way, Tom.. It's nice to meet someone with good intentions for a change."
I bent down to take her hand in to another hand shake, and left a cordial peck against her cheek; that alone made her flustered a little. "My intentions are never anything but.. Good evening. I'll look forward to tomorrow."
"Yeah, bye then." She whispered her goodbye, and pressed her fingertips in to her cheek where I had left that kiss. Her mouth was trying to act cool, calm and collected. But her body was telling such a different story.
The server watched me like a hawk as I strode my way back out of the wonky little coffee shop, although I held her gaze for a fraction longer than is normal before walking out the door, sending the spooks right through her bones. It was so satisfying to see.
But the front I had put on faded away as I stumbled back out on to the street and in to the rain that had simmered down in to more of a drizzle now. Dodging the umbrella's and bustling hurry, all the way back to the pathetic shared house that was just two blocks away from the Leaky Cauldron. The padlock that held the front gate shut was bewitched so that no strangers could get beyond it, not that I could see any logical reason why anyone would want to break in to such a shithole personally.
The house was mostly in darkness when I stepped inside, not much had been moved through the day. Just the odd plate and book stacked on the kitchen table and shoes that were strewn down the entire hallway. Already my blood was boiling, I had put the shoes together just this morning until people decided to come and go as they pleased.
But I paid it no mind and climbed the staircase to go straight to my room, like almost every other day with exceptions for showering or doing laundry etc. This place could do with a house elf or five.
That was when I heard it again, that awful racket that brought me nothing but misery. On and on and on they went, banging and moaning. She sounded like a worn out door that was being slammed, creaking and whining. And then there's him, panting like a dog that only had one lung.
It sent a fury like no other through me, and even more so that their scrawny little cat was circling at my feet, crying for a treat that I didn't have to offer. That I never would offer. In fact, it was a mystery to me why the thing is even here. It pays no bills, or contributes in any way.
Frankly it was a leech, not a cat.
"Here, kitty pspspsps."
It came to me willingly, far too trusting are animals. And it purred in to the curving of my hand, rubbing it's fluffy little head up my arm. So small, so unsuspecting, so trusting.
That's what made it all the more convenient to grab it by it's neck and snap it. The cat of course hissed and tried to scratch itself free when I grabbed at the fur. But it came to a sudden and abrupt stop the very second that I heard the bones crack.
That's just what happens when you trust someone that easily. Like I said, natural selection.
And now my housemates will open their bedroom door and find their beloved pet lifeless and cold on the floor, with absolutely no indication of how it died. I'm sure they'll be very upset.
Yet I'll sleep soundly.
I wonder if I'll have any lingering mercy when it comes to little Rosie?
Not likely, but I do hope that she manages to make our little coffee meet tomorrow. It would be a crying shame to start it off on a bad foot such as not being on time.
A/N - no joke I wept a tear for a non-existent cat, like that was hard to imagine and write no cap.