Aethlinde Arlett had wanted to get away from the buzz which was school. She had always hated school but like every other student, she pushed through everyday. Her grades hadn't exactly improved in the years that she had been spending in Hogwarts New Zealand neither had her social skills. In fact, if anything had been improving, it would have been her art skills. Whenever she could, she drew and painted in her spare time, and if it was neither of those, photography would be the next in her list of to do. She could have sworn that by now, she had drawn every inch of the castle and painted its most scenic views and in all its malevolence. Of course there were other things she drew too, she drew them by memory. Every detail she could remember. And yet even now, one of her most favourite creations were the drawing of someone's eyes. An endless abyss of purple mystery and depth that she could not decipher. It was his eyes that haunted her dreams in the most pleasant of ways and perhaps he was the sole reason she still attended this school - just so she could see him and his eyes. Havoc Zhefarovich.
Today, Aethlinde couldn't really decide what to do. She did, however know that she wanted to spend it by the lake. And so, she had worn a swimsuit underneath a simple pair of shorts, a white shirt and her school robes. Thank Merlin that the cold temperatures had not come yet otherwise spending time in the lake would not have been a wise idea. The blonde Hufflepuff had then brought her drawing book and two pencils in a bag and her camera and left her dorm to head to the lake. It was mid afternoon when she had gotten there, and so it was not entirely surprising to find a big number of the student population spending the afternoon outside under such beautiful weather and scenery. She didn't like people though, so she made her way past every student and castle worker until she reached the most secluded part of the lake - mostly since it was beginning to near the forest. She liked it here though. The trees, the water, the view, the silence, everything. Setting her camera down along with her other supplies, she looked around to assure that nobody was present before she removed her clothing and shoes, leaving her only clad in her swimsuit before she walked towards the water and slowly submerged herself in its coolness, shivering in the process. The water felt good for sure and it was such a nice way to relax and spend her day in peaceful bliss.
Havoc Zhefarovich had one of his siblings look at the family tree for him, to confirm his suspicions. After having his son wiht Dove, and establishing everything when it came down to his son, it seemed as though he would have another child. However, it was disgusting for him for one reason alone, and that was the blood status. Thinking of ways to ensure usefulness, Havoc decided one thing. He would be graduating soon, and would not have anyone thinking any less of him unless he so choose. People seemed to know that Aethlinde was attached to him, and he would not deny that there had been some benefits. She did live out her purpose in the end. And to further his hold on her, he spoke the three words to make any woman obsessed with him bend to his will. If something happened to her, sure, he would be affected. Havoc could admit this much to himself. He walked down to the lawns, in search of the mother of his new child. One that might not be as highly prized as Chaos the Second, but one that he could raise regardless.
The Gryffindor managed to find the girl he looked for while she was swimming. He narrowed his purple eyes, his mask of being a gentleman fading with each moment. The water was cold. Surely, temperature change would not harm the growing bun. Havoc could not take any risks. Havoc cleared his throat, and waited for her to look in his direction before he motioned for her to come to him with his hand, in a very subtle manner. He needed to speak with her, and unfortunately, it was not going to be negotiable.
Aethlinde was enjoying the cool bliss the waters offered her as she swam. She did not go very deep - only till the water reached past her shoulders - though not wanting to risk anything should she lose her balance or confidence while she swam. She almost wished her camera was allowed to go beneath the lake just so she could capture photographs but sadly it was not to be so instead, she drunk in the images with her eyes all around her, from the trees, the clouds and to the unknown depths. As she was turning however, she caught a lone figure standing near her where she had left her belongings. Even from the distance, she knew who he was - Havoc Zhefarovich. She looked at him in curiosity as he motioned for her to come to him and she nodded her head, swimming back to the shore in the process. She was his and anything he commanded of her - she would follow. She didn't know when she had fallen into his clutches this deep, but she knew she did not - could not regret it. For he had shown her acceptance that no one else ever had. As soon as she reached the shore, she walked up to him, a small pink hue coating her cheeks from the amount of skin bare to him while they were outside. She certainly wasn't used to having anyone nearby when she was swimming only clad in a swimsuit. Aethlinde remained silent however, she would always wait for him to speak.
Havoc watched as Aethlinde noticed him, and and his gesture, before coming over. Before long, she stood in front of him, before sighing and removing his robe to place around her, almost as if to conceal her as a prize, or to give her warmth. It was hard to tell which gesture this one meant from him. He folded his arms across his chest and he uttered, "We have a problem. That weekend, as I am sure you remember, produced an heir. I'm not going to order you around." Havoc wanted to make that clear, since free will was still important to him. She might be thrilled to be having his child but Havoc wasn't sure how he felt. He had one with the purest of bloods already. And this one was tainted. "I would like to be able to watch over you, but I am not able to do this since I am graduating. I am requesting that you have your final year erased, and finishing your education at home, with me." Havoc hated having to be this nice, but it had to be done. "This is up to you, of course." He felt that he needed to add that in, despite the fact it was obvious what he wanted.
Aethlinde clutched the oversized robe closer to her frame. It was not too cold for the female but the fabric certainly offered some form of comfort from prying eyes. The blonde hung on to every word that the young man before her spoke and she couldn't help but blink at his words. Heir. He was certainly speaking too fast for the whole thing to fully sink in. "I am with child?" she asked as she tried to swallow the lump that had formed in her throat. She was not sure how to take this. On one side, she was thrilled, but a larger part of her was fearful. She was young, unwanted by her family, and considering the reputation his family has - there was little doubt in her mind that she was unwanted by his as well. The grip she had on his robes tightened as she was unsure of what to do, his words tell her that the decision is up to her but it seemed like he himself had already made his intentions clear. "I... W-will the child be accepted in your family?" she no longer cared for herself - if she would ever be accepted for she knew it was unlikely - an impossibility. But she could not have her - their - child with her family, not when they would only see him as the bastard child of a failure.
The four worded question still stung his ears, but Havoc nodded. He would be having another boy, or a girl. He didn't know what he would be having now. Honestly, he did not care at this point. He just wanted to have the kid and be done with it. Another heir. He doubted that his parents would be pleased. However, the question dawned on him, would his child be accepted into the family? Considering his family were pure-blood supremacists, it was possible that he or she would not be fully accepted. But, if he knew one thing for sure, Aethlinde would never be allowed in the family. The new Patriarch was stricter on mixed creatures. "Because of who I am, the child will be accepted. He, or she, will grow up in content with my other child." Havoc hadn't really told her of his other child, but figured that she may not question it. After all, it wasn't like he told her that they were together, or exclusive. "What is your decision?"
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