Joseph's and Nataliia's Wedding

Prodan rolled his eyes at Chavdar and he laughed, "But sometimes you can't dress like a wizard all the time. I just prefer muggle attire. And last time I saw you, you did too." But Chavdar shot a look at him that meant something along the lines of But I hate tuxes. Prodan shook his head and he glanced over at his father. Why did he bring the family tree? Or at least, a copy of it. Prodan fell silent. He had no right to really ask those reasons.
 
Asparuh towered over his sons as he continued to gaze down at the parchment in his gloved hands. Whether or not the name would appear as soon as Nataliia was married, before, or after was something he did not know. Asparuh stood next to Arnost and Kalif. The three Death Eaters. Asparuh glanced up with his black, soulless eyes and they landed on Chavdar. Asparuh informed coldly, "I have my reasons. However, they are this. When Nataliia made me promise not to harm Joseph, I have been so curious as to why. I assume it would have to be the blood. Must be why I have never heard of the Rogers' family." Though his eyes lingered to Kalif for a bit before continuing, "I am assuming that Joseph is a half-blood. Considering the mother is a muggle." He turned his attention back to the family tree. Beside Nataliia's name, the parchment started to darken. Let's see now. Takes at least a few moments to get the picture, and the name will be the finale.
 
Arnost, still tranced by that cursed child of his in the womb of Thorine, stood beside Asparuh, staring down at the tree as well. He murmured, "I too am curious. But Asparuh, you made a promise. Though I sort of convinced you..." It was the look in Nataliia's eyes that swayed him to help her out. Either Nataliia thought everything out perfectly and knew that Arnost was going to help her or it was just a huge coincidence. Arnost had to hand it to her. "Just don't kill the guests. After all, this is your daughter's day." Arnost glanced back at the other boys who seemed to be a little more nervous. But then again, Arnost narrowed his eyes at Chavdar. Why would he be so nervous?
 
Today was not a day that Kalif really wanted to be here. Though like his father and his uncle, he was wearing plain yet expensive black robes. Tightening the gloves on his hands, he stood somewhat behind Asparuh. Silent as he could be, he eyed Chavdar and Prodan. Those two... Prodan was clueless and ignorant at times, but Chavdar was another story. Kalif could have sworn that smile was fake, and there was a nervous aura around him. Kalif ignored it for now, but continued to stare at the family tree. Kalif saw the new name, and the line descending... It could only mean one thing. Nataliia is pregnant? His black eyes loomed over to the name. Joseph is a muggle? Kalif's face went from blank to utter confusion and disgust. His sister was marrying a muggle! Knowing how his father would react, Kalif ordered Prodan and Chavdar, "Shut the doors. And block any exit. Now!"
 
Utterly shocked at Kalif's sudden order, Prodan went to the side entrance and shut the door all the way. The click told him otherwise, and he stood in front of it. "What is going on? Kalif?" But it occurred to him briefly. Nataliia was acting a little...strange. She couldn't be... No, she couldn't be pregnant, could she? And that would mean the child's father would be on the tree as well.
 
Chavdar held Zinaida close to him, her giggles softened as her father moved to block the main exit. Apparently, the tree updated. And well, that would only mean one thing. Asparuh was about to react to having a muggle in the family. History with the Asparuh before him was about to repeat. But the tree should not be showing the marriage yet. Nataliia or Joseph could refuse and thus it being invalid. Unless.... Nataliia better not be pregnant! Though his calmer side thought, Oh no, here we go.
 
Seeing that lime green name made Asparuh's blood boil. His hand curled into a fist, crumbling the enchanted parchment with it. Asparuh hissed dangerously, "My pure-blood daughter is going to marry a muggle..." His head turned sharply to Prodan and he answered, "Nataliia is pregnant with a half-breed child! I'll kill him, and that child if necessary." Asparuh headed toward Chavdar's direction, ready to throw him out of the way. Promise or not, Asparuh didn't care. The man was a muggle, and Asparuh's going to rip him limb from limb and enjoy it. However, he felt four hands upon his shoulders, firmly holding him in place. Asparuh knew who it would be. "Let me go. Now." His voice was calm, and this was usually a very bad sign for the Death Eater.
 
After seeing that name, even Arnost was upset. However, unlike his brother, he was thinking clearly. Before Asparuh could harm Chavdar and the baby, his hands went forth and grabbed Asparuh's shoulder, using all his strength to hold him in place. Arnost was thankful Kalif was there as well. Arnost hissed into the air, obviously upset by the news as well, "Asparuh, think about what you are about to do. Harm Chavdar and possibly his pure-blood child, and go out and destroy your daughter's life." Arnost glanced over at Kalif and he said, "Say something more to convince him!"
 
Holding his father tightly in place, Kalif knew better. That wouldn't stop Asparuh. Instead, using his quick thinking, he said calmly to Asparuh, "If you go out there and eradicate that thing, then you are going to expose us all. You don't need a dozen aurors in here and arresting you, Arnost, or me for that matter. Think about your loyalties. Father, if you dare do anything that will jeopardize our identities as Death Eaters, then don't make me kill the best Patriarch the Zhefarovich family has ever had. Don't you dare ruin it." Kalif knew that if Asparuh did listen to anyone, it was Kalif. Then Arnost.
 
Asparuh stopped struggling, and he could still feel their grips. Though he was still infuriated as one can tell by the blood thirsty look in his eyes. Kalif's words struck him hard. Asparuh murmured, "As if you have the will to take out your own father." He knew better. Kalif would, and that was why Asparuh wanted Kalif to be the next Patriarch of the family once he passed it down. Asparuh released a sigh, and he muttered, "Fine. But if he comes near me or anyone else in the family to wipe those greasy muggle hands on, then I'll kill him. Perhaps not in front of anyone, but his life will be short lived after his arrival into the family. It is fate of the muggles and filthy scum like them." Asparuh glanced at the time, and it was time for the wedding. He had to hand his daughter off the maggot, and it made his insides turn.
 
Arnost cautiously released Asparuh from his grip, and he said, "Kalif, you better stay here and keep Asparuh from killing all the guests in there. I'm going to go sit down. The wedding is about to start, and I can hear the guests arriving." Waving his hand in front of Prodan until he moved, Arnost exited the room so he could go make sure the front seats were going to be free for him, Kalif, and Asparuh. One on both sides to hold him down. Arnost shook his head and cursed in his mind, If it weren't for that child, I would have allowed Asparuh to kill that muggle. I can't wait for the thing to be born.
 
Prodan was relieved that he had blocked the exit out. Or else they would be needing body bags rather than rose petals. Moving out of the way for Arnost, Prodan went to stand beside Chavdar and whispered, "Did you know?" Chavdar nodded at him, and Prodan shook his head. Not that he really had a problem against muggles...but still... Prodan went out into the main room and took his seat in the first row on the far end.
 
After nodding to Prodan, Chavdar made sure that Zinaida looked perfect before turning to Kalif, "Make sure that things go according to planned. After all, this is Nataliia's dream come true..." Chavdar turned and opened the door, Zinaida waving at Kalif and Asparuh as Chavdar walked down the aisle and took his seat next to Prodan who seemed to have left a space for someone else. I didn't know he brought a date. Shrugging, Chavdar cradled his baby girl in his large arms.
 
Kalif continued to have his hands upon Asparuh's shoulder until he knew it was safe to release him. He nodded to Arnost, and finally his brothers left. Kalif warned, "My threat is real." He folded his arms across his chest and looked directly into Asparuh's eyes. In here they would stay until the wedding began. When Asparuh's role was fulfilled. Then, Kalif and Arnost would continue to make sure that he is firmly held in place during the ceremony. Why a muggle, Nataliia? He shook his head, and waited patiently.
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It felt rather odd, to be attending a wedding with not only two collegues but also a student. Having dressed up in a rather pretty muggle dress, suitable for a wedding, not too showy but not too dull either, Isolde had set out with Cecily and Kalif, and Patricia, to the wedding of Joseph Rogers and Nataliia Dragonov, someone she believed to be a relative of Kalif Styx. So she assumed, hence why he was attending. In fact, Isolde wasn't exactly 100% clear on the details of the wedding, but she knew that the groom was Patricia's brother, and her oldest brother, Chris, had invited her to be his date. Something that, obviously, Patricia was not happy about. She had not explicitly said anything, but Isolde could tell. Besides, who wouldn't be a little upset if one of their teachers was the date of one of their family members? Isolde knew she would have felt the same way if she was in Patricia's position. But she could also see her own point of view, clearly - she was 29, she hadn't been someone's date in a couple of years. Besides, she quite liked Chris. It would be nice to see him and spend a little time with him, even in the midst of such a stressful event. Weddings were, of course, stupdily stressful. She'd been a bridesmaid at her brother's, she knew how bad they were. But they were also beautiful. She was sure it would be a joyous occaision for the bride and the groom.
Approaching the location for the wedding, Isolde turned to Cecily, and smiled. "Well, here we are, I think," she said, a little nervously but beaming at the same time.

((lame, sorry. also, sorry to godmod.))
 
The clock was ticking on and Christopher could hear the guests starting to arrive outside the room he and his family were waiting. He knew Isolde would be out there among the crowd, seeing as Patricia had already mentioned it. Excusing himself from the room he made his way outside in search for his date. It had been so long since he had been able to say he had a date but he liked it, too long had he been a widower, it was about time he got out again. The fact that is date was Isolde Glasson just made it all the better, she was an amazing woman.

Not too far away Christopher saw the blonde hair of the woman he was looking for. Making sure he looked OK he made his way to her. "Isolde. So glad you could make it." he said kissing her hand. He knew it probably looked weird to most people, but he was such an old type romantic, not that he and Isolde were in a relationship, far from it, much to Christopher's dismay.
 
Isolde felt a blush rise in her cheeks as Christopher took her hand and kissed it. Isolde wasn't used to such treatment. She'd had boyfriends in the past (well, Christopher wasn't her boyfriend, sadly), but those relationships hadn't been particuarly romantic. "Wouldn't miss it," she responded, winking. Truthfully, she didn't know the bride or the groom, but she knew Patricia, and Christopher, and she could only assume Joseph was a lot like his brother and sister. Besides, she liked weddings. And she liked Christopher, so why not? she had thought. "Excited?" she asked. It was an odd gathering of people at this wedding. Wizards on one side, muggles on the other. Of course, that wasn't too much of a big deal to Isolde. After all, her own mother was a muggle, and her father was a wizard. It was just that Kalif didn't strike Isolde as the most liberal minded person, so she had to wonder if his family was different. His son seemed different, so maybe it was just him. Regardless, she was just going to sit back and enjoy the occaision.
 
Christopher smiled up at Isolde as he straightened up again and was facing her, chuckling lightly at the blush that was clear in her cheeks. Even though he had been married before, woman were still a mystery to him. Nodding lightly he replied, "Very! It's been a tough few months but now that the day is here it's great to see it all fallen into place." he said observing the venue, Nataliia had been sure that everything was perfect, the typical bride. "So was Patricia much bother coming over?" he asked with a whisper. He hadn't spoke much to him apart from a few choice words that shouldn't be spoken by a 14 year old girl, but he wasn't surprised.
 
"I'm glad," she said, happily. Weddings were such nice resolutions - mostly. Sometimes they didn't turn out that well, but mostly, after weeks, even months of stress, it was so nice to have the "I do"s out of the way and the happy couple together. Isolde didn't know from experience, but she'd been to quite a few weddings. Her brother's, for one, as well as a couple of her good friends from school. She rolled her eyes slightly when he brought up Patricia. He knew as well as she did that she didn't like...this. "Oh, not too much bother. I don't think she appreciates my presence," Isolde whispered back. "She spent most of the time sulking."
 
((Pat does not sulk <_< :p ))

Christopher chuckled lightly as Isolde confirmed what he already knew, "Good, it wasn't just me then. Take no notice though, she'll be fine as long as nothing falls on her." he said, deciding to go with that one rather than, "She'll be better before she's married" considering the nature of the event they were at. "Would you care for me to show you to your seat?" he asked holding his arm out.
 
(( :p ))

Isolde smiled back. "I hope so," she replied. She didn't like having students harbor dislike for her, especially such an intelligent and enthusiastic student as Patricia. "Lead the way," she responded, taking his arm and letting him guide her to her seat.

((Okay, I'm going to stop hogging this thread now. :p ))
 
Patricia exited the room where her father, mother and second oldest brother remained. She smiled and said a few poliet 'hellos' to the guests that were arriving. Patricia couldn't stay in one place for too long, she walked around the whole venue, not having time to do so earlier. It was so beautiful, it made her wonder what her wedding would be like, if she ever had one. Then she remembered she was only 14, she had plenty of time to think about that, but it was every girls dream to have an elegant wedding.

Making her way back to the main area she saw two familiar faces. The smile slowly disappeared as they walked by her, arm in arm. Patricia felt her cheeks burn, she was just glad none of her friends from school were her to see one of their Professors with her brother. Patricia wasn't one bit too happy about the two of them being friendly. Friendly she could handle, but Professor Glasson being her brother's date was so gross. Crossing her arms across her chest she glared at her eldest brother as he walked past, looking very comfy with Professor Glasson
 
Christopher took Isolde's arm and walked her to the seating area. It was surprising how comfortable he felt with Isolde at his side, but he didn't bother thinking about that. He made idly chat with her as they moved forward. A few metres ahead Christopher could see his sister talking to a few of the guests, at least she looks in a better mood he thought. But as he got closer he saw her bubbly expression darken. Giving her a warning glare he walked on, she had to remember that today wasn't about her or even himself and his date, but about her other brother.

Arriving at Isolde's seat he released her from his arm and pointed to her chair. "I have to go back to Joseph now, but save me a dance later?" He asked playfully, she was his date afterall, so she better had. When she replied with a yes Christopher gave her and other kiss on the hand, said goodbye and went back to his brother, avoinding Patricia's death stares.
 
Hades entered the church, by special request of his father. Wearing a black trenchcoat, and a five-year-old child in his arms, he stepped further into the main area. Everything was so bright, so cheery. His dark eyes narrowed at the decorations. Instead of conversing with anyone, the Jaken look-alike headed toward the bride's side of the church, and took a seat in the second row. He sat at the edge where his father would be, but not behind Asparuh's seat. Hades had more and more knowledge about the Death Eaters and about his family. He never knew that he would ever dream of his true family being this large.

The squirming child in his mighty arms tried to get out of his grip, but Hades murmured in a calming yet eerie tone, "Shh now. Baby sister... Be calm now. Time to play is not now." Hades never had a baby sibling, and was getting used to the little girl named Kailie. Such energy and sweetness radiated from her. Innocence. It was natural that she fit extremely well in his arms. Hades stared straight ahead, his black hair styled for this type of event. Though he knew the reason why he was invited, and that was to watch Kailie and other reasons. He took note that not many others were here, and very few teenagers that should be in school. Hades could only sit and wait for the ceremony of his aunt to begin.
 
Kailie clutched the collar of her big big brother's coat. Her big blue eyes were a pool of innocence. She wore a purple dress that Nataliia had brought in to her daddy and she got dressed like the big girl she was. A silver headband sparkled in her brunette hair. As Hades walked, she had her arms wrapped around his neck, burying her face in his coat. Kailie had seen a lot of people, and she felt unusually shy. The little innocent girl had no idea of why she was dressed up, but she just went along with it. Feeling Hades sit, Kailie turned her body and struggled to get down and go play. "Bubby! I want to go play!" But his voice immediately calmed her down. She sat still, and faced the front. Pouting slightly, she snuggled next to Hades and got comfortable. Not knowing him for long, she still loved him because he was her big brother. And she had her eyes somewhat glancing to the front, waiting to see what happened. Whatever today was, apparently one had to act well behaved...
 
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