Austere Beings

[Antoine Snow]

Antoine Snow was arriving in Australia now, and had been here for a little while. Going under the fake alias of Harold Parkinson, Antoine was fooling many with his disguise and his subtle speeches. Coming to this country had been one of the best decisions that he had managed to say. As of lately, Antoine had been rather low on sleeping. With how he had been lately, he had been waking up in weird places. It was possible that he slept walked, but this was getting ridiculous with how it was. Waking up at his desk with his falcon gone, the only companion that he had was gone. However it comes back the next morning, like he was delivering something. Antoine's whole life was a mess and he felt like there was something missing. Antoine was right now trying to figure out where his falcon had been going all this time, but he could not figure it out. There was no evidence. He was currently in a hotel, though cheap as it was, it needed right now. He did not think right now, no one would know where he lived. He did not even know where his sister was right now. The last time he had talked to their parents, they had kicked her out over another failed wedding that never happened. Antoine was currently against the bed right now, his head laying on the pillows with his eerie blue eyes looking straight up. Living the life of the criminal was not really that exciting. He hardly got to socialize even though for someone like him he truly did not care in the slightest. Ever since he was a child, he had always been quiet, and he never liked talking to others. They were just not worth his time, thus why he had made any sort of friends or anything. No one would be able to crack through that shell that he had built around him. The one that had the shell and acted like an empty shell with serious words and almost a monotone voice and no sense of humor at all.

'The country of Australia is backward in seasons than in France,' thought Antoine as the heater kicked on. He would need it warm in here, because he liked the warmer weather. Then again being out in the snow was good as well, however he did not know if it even snowed here. Antoine looked over at the falcon as it cleaned its claws with its beak on the desk that he woke up from a few hours ago. The quill had been dipped into ink, and a piece of parchment was gone. He did not know what happened but there was evidence that a letter may have been sent out. However he was unaware that while asleep, he wrote letters and everything. Antoine glanced over at the door when he heard a subtle knock on it. At least he thought that he did until he realized that it was the person next door. Why did he even look over anyway? No one should be visiting him. Astoria did not know where he was at right now, and neither did his family for the most part. Though if needed, his falcon would fly over to the Snow Manor and see if there was any business that he would need to take care of or people to slaughter. Whichever the case, Antoine was always available when needed, and it was hard to seek him out when he did not leave that much of a trail. While he was here, there was no reusing the same alias, and his name was wanted all over the place. He just hoped that he would not have to deal with some of the same drama even if it was kind of fun from time to time. It was times like now when he could sit back and relax. He needed to get some things done, which was gather his mind and think of what he was going to do. He was wanted, and it was something that it was something that he did not know was ever going to magically go away, not unless there was a heavy memory loss spell he could cast on so many people. He still remained in thought, looking up without so much of blinking.​

 

[Astraea Snow]

Astraea Essen had just gotten her son down for a nap when she received a letter. Astraea rarely got a letter these days so she knew immediately who it was from. Antoine Snow. She carefully lifted the letter and read it's contents to herself carefully. She was unsure what to consider Antoine when it came to their so called 'relationship'. Astraea wasn't going to even try to put some kind of label on their relationship because Antoine had this strange sleep condition she was pretty sure he wasn't aware that he even had. Because the only time he ever wrote to her, or wanted to see her, was when he was in that stage of being asleep, and being awake. Kind of like he was sleep walking, but not. He was Orion's father too. But she doubted he knew that either. It sounded depressing to hear that a father didn't even know his child existed but other than his name and his sleep condition, Astraea knew little to nothing about him. Not even where he lived. It wouldn't benefit her at all to try and find him to tell him. He only ever wrote to her when he was like he was too she she knew no other side of Antoine except what she had seen during their meet-ups. They hung out at hotels and such, normally just talking but sometimes other things happened. Which resulted in Orion. Three years this had been happening and Astraea wasn't sure when the day would come when they either stopped, or something changed. The visits were very infrequent. It had been awhile since he had last written requesting to see her. Nearly a couple of months. Then this one came and it seemed sloppy and urgent. Astraea could tell that he wanted to see her. But she had just put Orion to sleep so she didn't know if that was a good idea or not. But a part of her wanted to go and see him. Other than her son and the sitter, she barely saw anyone. It was good to get out and see other people. Though, Astraea already suspected something was on. One day she was going to get caught. Hopefully that day was not anytime soon. Until Astraea started her job as a Daily Prophet Journalist, she had nothing else to really look forward to except long days with Orion and occasionally seeing her strange friend. Setting the letter down, Astraea sent for the sitter. Someone would need to watch Orion while she was gone.

The sitter arrived and Astraea took a quick shower. When her shower was done she sprayed on some perfume, threw her hair up into a half-do and left her home. The minute Astraea arrived the place where Antoine was staying at, she opened the door that lead to his room and step inside. Astraea didn't even bother to knock on the door. The room inside was warm and Astraea closed the door behind her before she kicked her shoes off. "What was so important that you had to drag me out here for?" Astraea was actually kidding but with how serious she was, it looked like she was completely serious. She was good at doing that though. Carefully she approached him and crawled over to him on the mattress. Her lips hovered over his before she caught then in a swift kiss. Her face remained serious and contorted as she pulled away. ​

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[Antoine Snow]

Antoine had closed his eerie blue eyes, and he doubted that he would be disturbed. Antoine was a known Death Eater but he was in a country that did not know of his presence. If they ever caught onto a trail that would lead him here, then he would have to deal with some Aurors, but that was always fun. Dodging spells and everything was enough to maybe get a fraction of emotion from the Death Eater. He was definitely dangerous because of how quiet he was. Silent as the grave, deadly as a Dementor. He started to think more and more on what he was going to do here. Perhaps settle a little bit, before running again. It was getting a little tiring but the moment he slowed down, he would be caught unless some Aurors were about as stupid as dogs. Some of them he thought were lacking more brains than brute strength. Antoine was quick, agile, but that in turn made him rather weak in a fist fight unless he could just use what he knew about the human body and have his opponents take themselves down. Besides, the way he was running and the use of the Dark Arts, he was looking whiter and whiter, and had a subtle appearance of a skeleton. He imagined himself going to Azkaban. He wondered if he too would lose his mind if he were there. He might not even act differently because he thought differently than the average man thanks to what he went through during school. It was not pretty, and as a Ravenclaw and a Snow, some just thought that they could easily get away with picking on the skinny kid. It was a shame that what they thought then and now, it would be different - but those boys could not think any longer that Antoine was just a lonely kid anymore.

The Death Eater heard the door open, and though he did not open his eyes, he listened to the sounds of footsteps. There was a distinctive smell, something that he could vaguely recognize, but he did not know where he had smelled it before. He opened his blue eyes when he heard a voice, something that he thought he heard only in his dreams, but now it was real life. He turned his head toward the entry and saw that the door had closed, and in the empty room now stood a woman. She was talking to him as if he had summoned her here, but he had done no such thing as far as he was concerned. Perhaps the woman was confusing him with someone else. She had approached him, and Antoine tensed up, but he did not show his confusion or anything on his face. What in the world was going on? She seemed to know him, so was she here to turn him into the Aurors? Once their lips had met, Antoine had had enough. He jumped from the bed, grabbed his wand from the dresser and he aimed it at her. Antoine demanded, in a tone that would normally scare the daylights out of others, his eyes flashing with fury and his Dark Mark showing on his arm, "Who the hell are you, and give me a good reason why I shouldn't kill you where you sit." Antoine was not playing around, as some say that his brain lacked any sense of humor at all. Antoine looked over her and he thought that he had seen her before, but he did not recall. Had he lost his mind? Could he no longer remember the people that he had met over the years? He barely knew anyone outside of the family, and no one from his family would dare kiss him like that. He did not even notice, that if he was truly disgusted, he would have wiped it away - which he did not do.​

 

[Astraea Snow]

Astraea should have expected Antoine’s reaction. Something didn’t seem right about him. At least during this visit, he didn’t. He normally didn’t seem as confused and careless about her presence as he did right now. The kiss she had given him didn’t seem to spark anything either. Instead, he jumped from the bed, grabbed his wand from the dresser and he aimed it at her. Astraea sat there just looking at him with annoyance and seriousness. What in the hell didn’t he think he was doing? Did he not remember what she was to him? Well she was close to nothing because it was not like they were dating or anything. But she figured he would at least remember that they were often intimate with one another. They had done things that plenty of others probably would have dreamed of, they were not even together either. They were just adventurous. ”You know who I am you fool. We do this all the time.” Astraea tried to test and see if any part of him really did remember. There had to be something within him that was able to recognize her and how they spent all that time together. If he didn’t remember her right now there was no way on earth that he would remember his son, Orion. Right now Astraea was feeling frustrated and defeated. All this time and he didn’t know one bit what he was doing. A bitter feeling washed over her. Astraea was wasting her time with this guy wasn’t she? Every time he wrote her she ended up coming back to him even if she promised herself that she wouldn’t do it. Now she was wrapped up in this mess. It wasn’t fair. It made her so angry too. Feeling this alone and unable to make him see what he had been doing. Sighing Astraea ran her hand through her hair and leaned back, her hands resting on the bed behind her as she leaned. ”You really don’t remember anything do you?” If she was lost he certainly must have been feeling a bit lost. He asked who the hell she was and that she should give him a reason why he shouldn’t kill her. Of course she was tempted to slap him for that. But chances were that he really didn’t know her. What a mess this was becoming to deal with.

”Look, I’m Astraea. I’m not sure if you realize this, but, we’ve been sleeping together and me coming to visit you. We have a three year old son…Orion? Does any of this ring a bell yet?” He might actually be telling the truth when he said that he didn’t know her. But what could the reasoning for that be? Maybe he had memory problems? Or some sleeping disorder, multiple personalities. There was so many of them. It was going to ruin both his and Astraea’s life if he didn’t get a hold of whatever it was that was keeping him from remembering. Didn’t he even remember the first night they met? It was outside a Restaurant in France. Astraea had been sitting on a bench, it was night out and it had begun to snow. Some guy from a hotel nearby had wandered next to her and one thing happened after the next and Astraea was pregnant with Orion. That was three years ago though. There had been nothing like that since. Now it was just him writing and her running. Astraea calmly bit her lip and glanced at the curtain covered window. Maybe she should just leave and come back when Antoine was feeling less aggressive. But his wand pointed at her made her nervous that he might attack her if she was not careful and did not do as he asked. It almost sounded fun, if he wasn’t being believable right now. ​

 

[Antoine Snow]

Antoine could not believe what he was seeing. Someone he knew, someone not family would not have come along and just done that to him without knowing just who he was, but there was something familiar about her, but he did not know what it was. Antoine looked down at his wand, and he debated on what he was going to do about this situation. She called him a fool and he did not know what he was going to say to that because he was currently waiting on an answer on who she was and why he should not kill her. Do what all the time considering that he did not remember this at all, or doing anything like this since he had left school and became a Death Eater. Did she even know that he was a Death Eater? The mark on his arm was in sight, and it did not even seem to phase her. What was going on? Antoine needed to get to the bottom of this as soon as humanly possible. Antoine hissed, "I don't think so. Or else I would not have reacted the way I have or still am for that matter." Antoine was lacking everything except confusion and irritation. Some girl just kissed her, and he did not know why she would do that. Antoine did not even know about his son, or his sleep walking issue, but that would fix itself if he managed to get some proper rest and stop evading the law so much. All this was making him think, how did this woman find her? He looked to his right and saw that the one that delivered letters was very calm, almost comfortable. That made him think that this woman had been around before or else the bird would have attacked by now or said something, The Death Eater was thinking of lowering the wand, but alas, the want never moved.

In fact the woman seemed almost at ease with her life in danger seemingly, and a wand pointed at her. Antoine continued to wait for the explanation as she stated that he really did not remember anything. If she really did know him, he could question her about everything about himself which he was sure that he did not share with a perfect stranger. Antoine was unknown if he did share anything with her with the sleep condition that he had. Some people did it, but he did not think that it would have happened to him. When she said that her name was Astraea, and told him that they had been sleeping together and her coming to see him, Antoine was losing grip on his wand, and it was not until she dropped the bomb that he had a son named Orion. And he was three-years-old. Slowly, Antoine lowered his wand, because the name itself was one that he favored. This could not be a coincidence. It was not really ringing any bells, but he needed proof. However he did not know how to prove it without testing it with blood on the family tree. Antoine did not put his wand away, but he continued to stare at her, or more like glare. Antoine uttered, "Orion... That is a name I have favored since I can remember." This was making it seem more believable, but Antoine was not about to put his wand away, this girl could very well be dangerous to him. Antoine cracked the knuckles in his hand without the wand, before he raised it once more. He narrowed his eerie eyes, and he murmured, "Fine, Astraea. If what all you say is true, then I must ask you. What is my middle name?" Little did he know, he had told her when he was sleep walking, that his full name was Antoine Sciron Snow, that he went to Ravenclaw and the awards that he had received. This would make him lower his wand completely, but it was hard to believe that she had managed to get him in bed when he did not like a single male or female in this world other than his sister whom he was very protective of.​

 

[Astraea Snow]

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<COLOR color="#000">Astraea blinked, she tried to hide the fact that she was extremely confused right now. This must truly have been a situation caused by the sleeping condition she had hard his cousin mention to her when he was checking her up on her background and her blood. He didn't seem to remember her at all. It would've been heartbreaking to anyone but Astraea. To her this was nothing but them fooling around, no feelings. The only reasons she would care if he was around at all for was to see his son grow up. If he went around and held no feelings for her, it wasn't like it would hurt her. Astraea had learned to ignore things like crushing or attraction. They were just problem creators. Astraea was also against the idea of marriage until she was completely and utterly in love. But could someone as serious and mean as she was even fall for another person? Sometimes she hoped so. Other times she hoped her short life would be ended before she even had the chance. "You've got to be f*cking kidding me. Three years worth of visits you can't seem to remember at all? What's the matter with you?" Astraea asked. How could he not remember three years worth of her coming around. Granted they only saw one another less than a dozen times during each year. So it wasn't like they saw one every day. But hell, 36 nights or so they had seen one another, so how was it possible that he didn't remember even a small bit of it? The biggest reason Astraea wanted him to remember his because, one day she would like Orion to meet his father. How could she ever do that if he didn't remember that he had even fathered a child? There was no way she was going to put her baby into that kind of possible danger. Talking could be heard by some people outside and Astraea listened carefully. It was just a couple leaving their hotel room. At least they sounded more enthused than the two in this hotel room did. But then again, one of them wasn't having a serious relapse in memory. Astraea doubted he even remembered her name or what she liked so it was most likely pointless being here right now anyways. She wasn't going to get anything but a lecture or a lot of questions. Perhaps now that he has discovered her and and she knew for sure that Theodore was right, she should cut the ties and hide from Antoine. So she didn't have to worry about things falling apart? To protect her son and herself. But at the same time, a part of her willed herself to stay and see what became of this. Astraea stared boredly at Antoine, until he dropped his wand at her mention of his son. It was about damned time he stopped pointing that at her.

"Yeah your the one that picked his name." Astraea replied when he said that Orion was a name that he had favored. In the later part of her pregnancy, Astraea remembered asking Antoine if he had any names because she couldn't think of any she liked. He had given her the name Orion and surprisingly enough, she liked it. So that was how her son became named by that name. It seemed that Antoine didn't remember that either. That or how interested he seemed to be when Orion was kicking while still inside her belly. It might have been because he was asleep but it seemed hard for him to grasp that there was another human inside of her at one point. Back then she had found it hard sometimes too. But now it seemed so long ago too. So Astraea had forgotten a lot of what it was like. Antoine's question made her roll her eyes. He was being really serious about this. Fine. Astraea could play along. "Your middle name is Sciron, you were a Ravenclaw and at one point Prefect and Head Boy. You were born in France, you have a little sister named Astoria who plays Quidditch. I can list off a lot more Antoine." Astraea listed off far more than he had asked. But that was because she was extremely annoyed and she wanted him to just remember so she could go home. All of this was beginning to give her a dull headache. It was so tense within the room right now. Antoine had lowered his wand but he had yet to put it away. Astraea figured that he still didn't trust her. But could she really blame him? No. But she was going to try and blame him anyways.
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[Antoine Snow]

Antoine was seeing that he was not the only one confused right now. How could this have happened? Antoine looked down at the floor and he felt like he had no time to adjust to this news. He had a son apparently, and he did not even remember. He had glimpse of a kid running around in his dreams, and a female voice that haunted it as well, and he could definitely tell that the owner of that voice was here with him today. He was still rather cautious around this woman though. All he knew was that she could be playing on something, good enough to convince him and then could end up arresting him. Antoine had wanted to kill her, but something within him had told him to stop. He did not know why, but he had always obeyed his instincts, what he had left. He was a known Death Eater, a serial killer more or less in both worlds, and here was some woman that appeared to not even be afraid. He narrowed his eyes at the language that she used but it did not faze him. He was sure that his sister used something similar. But three years this has been going on? Around the time those so called dreams had been going on, but Antoine did not voice this. Instead, he kept his eyes firmly on the ground before he shifted them up. They appeared to be like glaciers, eager to tear down anything that got in their way, but it was still hard to believe. Antoine remarked in his monotone voice, "If I had remembered who you were, I would have not threatened to kill you unless you are used to those threats from me." Antoine honestly did not know what he was going to do about this whole mess. How was he supposed to be a father to a kid that he did not really know while he was always on the run? He did not have a house of his own because he did not know where a good place to hide would be, and no child deserved to be put through that. Antoine, growing up, was not that lucky when it came down to the parents, but he didn't care either. That bump on his head that happened when he was a student had caused him to be even more withdrawn, before he managed to turn into the killer he was today, without much feeling.

Interesting, apparently he had picked the name. Antoine continued to glower down at Astraea, when she still seemed like a stranger to him. Antoine did not know the child's middle or last name, but he figured that it would either be hers or his. He was starting to think that he would need to see the family tree before he would be able to believe a single word that this witch was saying to him. When she listed off all the things that he had asked for and then some, apparently she knew him more than he had thought. Not many knew about his school information or his middle name. Having Astoria as a sister was a little obvious. Slowly, Antoine put away his wand, and he remained standing where he was. At least he had done that much, but still, he did not know what he was going to do about this information. His expression cold, eyes like glaciers, he looked her over once. Even now, he could tell that she was not the type to be pulling his leg or anything like that. She seemed to be serious, like himself. Did she have any reason to lie? Antoine did not believe so. Antoine let out a frustrated sigh, before he took a seat in the chair by the table, distancing himself from Astraea. It was to ensure that he could keep an eye on her. Antoine asked boldly, "What is it that you desire from me, overall? There has to be something that is keeping you in contact with a wanted Death Eater no less. Are you...expecting that I can father your, or rather our, son with a life that I live?" Antoine was still very weary, but he had to know these things. He did not know why a stranger would have wanted anything to do with him. No one did. This was very unusual for him. The only person that really bothered with him and wanted to speak with him was Astoria. Antoine could not turn back a child without a father, if it was indeed his son. He would go to the Snow Manor and check on the official tree, perhaps ask for a copy in case this happened again. He had something up when he slept because apparently he had been sleeping walking to the next degree. He would need a way to get this under control before it got him arrested.​

 

[Astraea Snow]

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<COLOR color="#000">Astraea was starting to think that this man was getting the wrong impression of her. He seemed to think that she was sensitive and easily upset like most others girls were. Fortunately for him, she was nothing of the sort. The things he said to her, whether hurtful or not, weren't going to be taken to heart. In the end she didn't really care whether he liked her or not. They had some casual in the beginning but in Astraea's opinion it was getting kind of old. There was nothing really keeping her attached to Antoine. True they did have a son together, but she didn't really expect someone like him to have the time or the patience to be there for his child. So she had long since expected him to move on and find another to ring over to his hotel over and over again and let her be. So far that hasn't happened. "To be honest, I have come to expect anything solid of you yet. Every single time you and I have met you seem to have something different going on. Your mood switches a lot when you sleep apparently." Astraea told him calmly. He did seem to have the strangest mood swings when he was tired. She barely understood how he was able to manage anything with the condition he had. Wan't he afraid he would get himself into trouble while he was asleep? Hell he already had a child. What other kinds of secrets did his 'other' form have? Astraea tried not to wonder too much. Besides the fact that he was extremely cute and had an interesting personality from what he knew, she knew Antoine didn't really like her and she didn't really like him. In fact when he was asleep was most often the time that they associated. So perhaps she only tolerated him when he was asleep? It was hard to believe that she ever tolerated him right now. He did threaten her after all. One would think that three years of this would stick into his brain. But it was a very serious thing if he honestly didn't remember her at all. "If you can't remember Orion or I whatsoever, I wonder what else you can't remember.” Astraea muttered as she gathered her shoes back onto her feet. Well now that he was awake, he knew what was going on, and has successfully managed to piss her off, Astraea was more than ready to leave. Good. Hopefully he didn't write her back either. It was bad enough that she was stupid enough to come in the first place. Meeting up with Orion's father and sleeping with him when she should be harping him to spend time with his baby was selfish and childish of her. Both of them were being selfish. But Antoine didn't seem to remember Orion so it wasn't like it mattered if he was or not.

Astoria slipped her shoes back on fully and readied herself to get going. The entire time she made sure not to speak or look at Antoine for risk of getting angrier than she already was. She was mad because she had come all the way out here when she should have known better. But hey, she would get to go home early tonight and cuddle with her son. Astraea loved it when she had enough time to spend with her baby. "Honestly? I desire nothing from you." Astraea looked at him as if he had grown a third head. He thought that she wanted something from him and that was why she kept coming around. He was the one who kept bringing her over here. She was ore than willing to go on without him in her life. But for some reason he kept summoning her and she kept coming to him to spend the night with him. Maybe it because during that time she felt like she was almost safe. That for a moment she wasn't alone. But Astraea honestly didn't desire anything from him. No money, no attention, no anything. Nothing for Orion either. ”You keep summoning me out here. Or at least, when you are asleep you do. I was more than willing to forget about you and go on with my life. The reason I'm back here now is because you sent your damn bird to come and get me. As for Orion, no. I don't expect you to father him, or care for him, or whatever. For the past three years you haven't asked about him once. I'll be fine raising him on my own. You can keep going on about your life as you lived it." Astraea replied in the most serious tone she could manage. Antoine may not have realized how much they had done together, but she basically was putting it to an end right then and there. No more. He needed to focus on his sleep issues and making sure he didn't get caught and Astraea had a baby and a job to worry about. He was meddling in things that really shouldn't have been meddled in. "Goodnight." Astraea muttered before she opened the door to the hotel room and slammed it closed behind her. Hopefully the sitter she hired wouldn't mind that she was coming home early. With a crack of smoke, Astraea apparated off and hoped that this would be the last she heard or saw of Antoine Snow.​

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[Antoine Snow]

Apparently Antoine had this sleeping issue going on from the constant stress that he was under. None of that mattered, but him having a son with a complete stranger still unnerved him. Antoine wondered what else he had going on other than that because the sleep walking sounded like it was plausible with how tired he had been for the past few years. He had been summoning the witch here, for reasons unknown to him. Perhaps she was considered a friend, but Antoine was doubting that as well. He did not have friends. He was better off alone and in solitude. His subconscious may crave the human attention that every person secretly desired, but as far as he was concerned, the way the woman had been acting, it was just not as believable anymore. The moment that she said that his mood switches, that was untrue. His mood only changed when someone threatened his sister. Otherwise, he was always calm, always collected, and always thinking of ways to get away. The only thing he ever had going on was running from one city to the next, trying to make sure that he never made the mistakes of not covering his trails, and for the past few years, he had been getting sloppy. His lack of proper rest may explain it, and his 'double life' that he appeared to be living. Little did he know, all the dreams that he had had, they were absolutely true as they were memories. Antoine had forgotten that he had written down everything in this little black journal that he kept hidden from everyone. It listed the next place that he was going to rest, the names that he went under, everything that he needed to make a good getaway. He had a sleeping disorder, it was not something that he could help if he was unaware of it until now. He could not just walk into Saint Mungo's and request that he be healed from it. It sounded simple to fix, but if he were to walk in there with a sign on his chest with bright, neon letters for someone to arrest him. It was far too risky. Somehow he would have to get control of this, and see what else had been going on without his knowledge, if there was a way to unlock the memories from within. He may be able to go to a Legilimens but if that included remembering certain other things, he might not even want it. Antoine wanted to keep his life the way he had it before this whole mess began, around five or so years ago. Back when he felt like he was in better control than he was now. Since he was always tired, he seemingly had a worst temper and it was easier to set him off. Right now, he was just sitting there, watching the stranger with his crystal blue eyes.

The moment that she slipped on her shoes, she seemed to be angry over something. Antoine did not understand, but he assumed that she must have had something going him in order to react the way she was right now. It was rather controversial to come in and kiss him, showing him signs of affection, and then going off like this. The only thing he could conclude was that the woman named Astraea was indeed out of her mind. She did not desire anything from him, so he was just this other person, no friend, no lover, nothing. If that were true, then why would three years of visits mean nothing? Antoine was utterly confused, but he tried not to dwell on the thoughts. She came over, desiring nothing, but in all honesty, if nothing was desired, then one would not be showing signs of anger - not without a good reason. Antoine was thinking this, comparing it to himself. The only times he were angry was over someone harming his sister. Those were the only times that he would express anger, that and when someone attacked him and attempting to take him to Azkaban. Antoine narrowed his eyes slightly when she went on to explain how she was willing to forget about him. 'If she truly wanted to forget about me, then she would have stopped coming around for three years so she says,' thought Antoine as he was going by what she had said. There was something going on that he didn't know about, but he simply remained silent. To him, she was still a complete stranger that was uttering nothing but lies. She came in, seemed almost light, and ended their meeting with fireworks. Antoine watched her leave, but there was nothing. No feeling to run after her, no hurt or pain or depression. If anything he was annoyed that some stranger that claimed all these things and wasted precious moments of his time. Even if his sleep self had asked her to come, if she didn't want to be here, she would not have bothered in the first place. Questions still lingered in the air, as he turned his chair to the table, and placed his head on his hands, "This is why I don't mess with women. All they bring are drama and lies." To ensure this never happened again, he would start mixing up a strong sleeping potion, to knock himself out. It was the only way to keep his sleep walking thing in control. He can question more about the woman later, and how she got that information. The only thing the Death Eater could think of.​

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