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Oct 3, 2017 21:05:22 GMT 8
Post by ALEKSI NIKITA IVANKOV on Oct 3, 2017 21:05:22 GMT 8
I'm not the road that you take when you looking for a short cut, I ain't the stepping stone to be stepping on, I ain't nobodies crutch Spring. It was a pleasant enough season but it signaled a time of change. Summer would be here in a number of months and with it the end of school term. Its not that Alek hated students - he wasn't that old of a graduate after all - it was more he didn't care for people, over all. Especially when he wanted to get new books. So days like today when students were all in Hogwarts he was free to browse the shelves at his own pace - no fight in the sea of children and parents. Summer could take its time getting here.
Aleksi had not come to Flourish and Blotts with a book in mind that he wanted to buy - it just seemed like time to buy new books. After all these years books still were his favored friends. And dragons, but he was never with his for long. It wasn't his job to bond with the creatures after all - just to move them and not get caught. He might have sighed to himself if he hadn't come to accept that this was his life. It wasn't bad after all, he still had adventures, maybe not as grande as he had dreamed of in his boyhood - he needed to be grateful for what he had though.
Dragging his fingers down the leather spines he walked down the self almost mindless as if the book he wanted would pop out at him. Would it? He couldn't say, some magic books could do strange things after all. Since the shop was rather quiet Alek did find himself a little curious if anyone else was shop, he keep a low eye out - maybe another shopper would have a suggestion or at the very least a book of interest in hand. TAG: @open
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Oct 4, 2017 4:23:54 GMT 8
Post by PHYLLIS SHIN YEON-WOO on Oct 4, 2017 4:23:54 GMT 8
If there was a thing her daughter took after her, it was definitely the utter despise for books, given the way she was pulling a few of them from the shelves and dropping them on the floor with absolute joy in her eyes. But at the age of two, what normal child would enjoy dry and boring pages? Phyllis sighed as she bent down to pick up the books after the restless child of hers, wondering if it was the work of karma as she was very likely to have acted this way herself in her long-gone innocent childhood. Her lack of interest in books had horrified her immediate family and become an excuse for her distant families of traditional Korean heritage to have a good laugh. And when she finally dyed her hair blond, her cousins had congratulated her for completing her evolution into a true bimbo, in all seriousness. Not that anything was ever wrong with being blond. But the stereotype and sarcasm were too on point to ignore. And certainly being unmarried and pregnant at eighteen had not been very helping.
“Okay, that’s enough Emily. Go to your grandma.” Phyllis told her daughter in a stern manner when she was about to pull another picture book from the shelf. Emily furrowed her brows, her cheeks reddening, her nose flaring. She enjoyed the little mayhem she caused far too much to be willing to take her leave. Her tiny lips pressed together unhappily as she made her way to another shelf nearby where her grandmother was, still holding the picture book.
Phyllis watched her daughter walk away with a tightened heart, wondering if she was being too strict on the two-year-old. Then again, motherhood had made her question far too many values about herself, much to her dislike. If she was ever a good enough mother. Or a good enough anything at all. But the feeling of guilt did not dwell on her for too long as she heard the sound of the wind riffling the pages and caught a glimpse of something flying right past her. Horrified, she realized the flying picture book, once held by her daughter, was aiming for the face of a stranger (stranger so she thought).
“Arresto Momentum.” She prayed there was enough time for her wandless spell to stop the book.
Stop the picture book did not. Although it did slow down, it still ended up hitting the unlucky by-passer’s face. Emily was not in sight. She was not aware of the little scene her temper and uncontrolled magical abilities had caused. Phyllis rushed to her daughter’s unintended victim without hesitation. “I am so sorry, my daughter…” She did not mean to pause nor could she stop her eyes from widening. Now that she was only an arm length away, the man’s was no longer a stranger’s face.
Of course, Phyllis Shin knew everyone in her grade back in school. She was, after all, that typical gossiper who knew everything about everyone, the social butterfly who had tried to belong in every group. It was the ultimate reason for her seeking carrier in the press. And she was absolutely proud of it, as well as being a mother, even many would refer to her daughter as an “accident”. But right now, for the first time in a while, she cursed her own knowing eyes for recognizing those fine features, although she claimed that he had never this good-looking in school.
Aleksi Ivankov was that kid all other kids’ parents, including her own, were so impressed by, with his excellent academic abilities and exceeding intelligence. He was the standards they liked to set for their children. Be more like that boy Aleksi in your year. He’s read all the books while you’ve read none! Look at his amazing grades. It was never meant to be a competition for she had always known theirs were very different pathways. She could never have done what he had nor could he have done what she had – or so she thought. But in childish ways and as a result of her triggered insecurity, the schooling Phyllis had found his perfection repelling, and might have made one or two unkind comments about his studiousness, or given him one or two unpleasant labels in or out of his presence throughout the seven years of Hogwarts. Gryffindors were never meant to be subtle. Or nice. But seeing him again, in a bookstore, made her question her capabilities all over again like she once had in response to her parents’ absentminded comparisons. She had not had the feeling in so long. And she hated it.
“My… daughter,” she gulped quietly as she continued the apology. Her tongue almost twisted as her palms sweat a little. Heaven helped her. She prayed he did not remember who she was. “My daughter hasn’t known how to control her magic yet.” She blinked a few times, trying to play her role as a stranger. If he somehow remembered her, it probably would be a surprise to see her muttering the words, given she had always been so loud and feisty back in school.
She swore to God, she would not acknowledge their acquaintanceship even with a knife pressed to her throat. And perhaps God would have mercy on her and let him do the same. Think anything of her he might. A bimbo who got pregnant after the drunk graduation night. A loser. But for the love of God, she hoped he would not show it.
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Oct 4, 2017 6:27:35 GMT 8
Post by ALEKSI NIKITA IVANKOV on Oct 4, 2017 6:27:35 GMT 8
I'm not the road that you take when you looking for a short cut, I ain't the stepping stone to be stepping on, I ain't nobodies crutch As he was looking around a book rather suddenly flew to his face before dropping to the ground. Maybe if he had been looking he might have been more prepared or at least caught it after the first impack instead he now was more puzzled as to why a book came at him in the relitivly empyty store. Words and face soon followed the book though - both were rather unexpected.
It took a moment but her reaction to him, the way her words trailed off and paused. There was familiarity to her in look but it was her voice he remembered most. Yes, 'I'm sorry' wasn't a phrase he heard from Phyllis that he recalled and he liked to think he had a good memory. Of course petty insults where things of the childhoods, she so often had something to say about his nose being in his books - usually not always that nicely either. Still It made Aleksi somewhat tense as as her eyes fell upon him. Sure, it had been a few years - you never could be sure how much people really change though.
In someways Aleksi almost found himself holding his breath as she spoke. Daughter? He'd tried to stay out of gossip - who was dating who and the likes - still a child that was already showing Magic. Was the shock showing? Phyllis was his age, so... it wasn't that he was impressed but it was always a good sign to show your magic young. Regardless the thought of making such a comment - here, to Phyllis right after getting hit by a book - that might be asking too much of him in any social interaction. It was rather difficult hide the surprise that crept into his look as he rolled the word daughter around in his head. It wasn't that she didn't seem the motherly type - but it wasn't what he had seen her doing after school.
"Oh, it's - its quiet alright." He looked at the former Gryffindor, he wouldn't go so far as to call her his own personally bully. Maybe he had back in their first few years, they were young and it was easy to think everything was personal - or that embarrassing time he tried to tell her if she liked him she would have better luck being nice and not mean....that had been a rather unfortunate misunderstanding for young twelve year old Aleksi. Not that he was thinking about any of their past interactions. Not at all. Maybe just a little.
Funny how people could make Aleksi squirm even after all these years. A part of him had been tempted to ask if she had thrown the book herself - but even a gryffindor wouldn't make up a lie like that - especially about throwing a book, they were all to proud of their actions. "You must be proud, of your daughter - what I mean, we didn't graduate all that long ago so - its impressive, her being so young...I would imagine that is."
Aleksi never had prided himself on small talk, or being able to handle Phyllis if you wanted to be accurate. Two years apart and some how it remained a truth. Maybe some who was better at reading people would have carried on with their day pretending not to have remembered the face before them. Maybe he ought to have thought of trying that before trying to carry on chatting - people never had been his strength. A part of him wondered if he ought to actually ask how she had been over these few years - but it also seemed like something reserved for people who were friends.
At this point he was staring awkwardly as he tried to figure out what to say, or do. Carefully he picked up the picture book, which also confirmed to him that her daughter was still rather young. What did he think she was hiding some seven year old back in their school days? Of course not, it still was just a bit to wrap his head around, she was a mother to someone.
"You look well, by the way." He spoke softly as he held the picture book out to Phyllis, "I'm not sure your daughter is too keen on this book though, you don't tend to magick the good ones away..." Aleksi bit at his lip - it was her daughter though so...maybe the kid did magick away good books.
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Oct 31, 2017 8:33:19 GMT 8
Post by PHYLLIS SHIN YEON-WOO on Oct 31, 2017 8:33:19 GMT 8
When he said he was alright, Phyllis was surprised to find herself relieved and disappointed at the same time. She was more amused by the thought that her daughter had taken up the mutual dislike for the former Ravenclaw – even when the child did not know who he was and was too young to be harbouring by any sort of negative feelings towards anyone. “Well, I’m glad.” She said with an expressionless face. The irony of the current situation was hateful. Who would have thought she would apologize to him one day. She hoped and prayed he did not recognize her, although it was written quite clearly on his expressions that he did. But at least maybe he would not go so far as to acknowledge her.
Phyllis inhaled sharply when he continued elaborating on his impression with her daughter’s talent and their acquaintanceship. She tilted her head back a little to look up at his face. He had got even taller than she remembered, and bigger with those broad shoulders and surprisingly fine figure, but not one bit less annoying. Remarking and commenting about everything, even when not asked to – that was what Ravenclaws did, wasn’t it? ”Thank you, Aleksi.” She called his name aloud to affirm her acknowledging him. Her tone went up an octave though she did not mean to. “You’re too kind. Emily would be so happy to hear what you said about her.” She hoped she had not sounded sarcastic, although she could not help being amused that an overachiever like him found something impressive. She wondered if he was impressed by her daughter’s talents, or the fact that she had a daughter at this age. Not that she was trying to impress him anyway. She could still remember vividly laughing so hard at him when they were both in school and he told her to be nice and not mean if she had any mean of impressing him.
She watched him leaning down to pick up the book, asking herself why she had not felt intimidated by his towering height back in the day. Perhaps it was her who was always under the average height for her age. Or maybe she was just dreading what to come. The typical things people did when seeing one another again after a long time. Small talks and all the unnecessary prying. She could not deny her joy of prying on other people’s lives. She worked in the industry that exploit others’ personal stories and spaces anyway. She liked to know everything about everyone. But when it came to Aleksi, she wished for nothing but ignorance. What joy would there be in knowing how well he was doing after graduation, especially with such enviable grades and perfect looks. She would not be surprised if he started bagging about the Ministry or some other grand organisations. But she was not ready for any unconscious comparisons between herself and him either.
She looked up at him with a confused expression when he said she looked well. She accepted the book from him with a smile, studying him for a quick moment, searching for any sign of insincerity. Her lips curved into a smile as soon as she realised it was as genuine a compliment as it could be. “Thanks. You don’t look so bad yourself.” She shrugged slightly, noting his height, his masculine features and broad shoulders all again. “And haven’t changed at all.” She smiled, looking around the book-filled space. “I remember I only had to look for books when I wanted to find you back then.” Not that she had had any reasons to.
”No, of course she’s not keen on books. She’s my daughter after all.” It was the first time she ever admitted her flaws in front of him. She did not think too much of the confession, of course. If she had she perhaps would have been so surprised at herself. She gave a small sigh before glancing at the author’s name to decide to which shelf the book belonged. Her brown eyes travelled to one of the top shelves where other copies of the book were placed. Leaning to stand on her toes, she stretched out her arm, trying to push the book in the small space between its other copies.
“How is everything going with you, by the way? You must be so successful now.” She said casually while making another attempt at putting the book back. Almost immediately, she realised it was the question she had tried to avoid asking, knowing that his answer would make her feel so bad about herself. She bit her lower lip, secretly resenting herself for letting it slip.
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Oct 31, 2017 17:14:26 GMT 8
Post by ALEKSI NIKITA IVANKOV on Oct 31, 2017 17:14:26 GMT 8
I'm not the road that you take when you looking for a short cut, I ain't the stepping stone to be stepping on, I ain't nobodies crutch It felt strange in a way to hear not only an apology but to hear she was glad he seeemd to not be harmed by the book. Was this really Phyllis? It was still to have a little doubt, again people do change with age. Regardless it was something that Aleksi had to wrap his head around somewhat.
Briefly he wondered if he had offended her - why else would her voice pitch like that? Leave it a hot headed gryffindor to not know how to take an honest compliment. Instead though, she seemed to take it. Emily - so that was the child's name. "I like that, Emily - its a cute name." Not that he thought she actually cared what he thought of her daughter's name. It was true though, he liked the name. He hadn't met an Emily who wasn't nice so...it seemed a promising name. It was hard not to still be curious about the child's age - and father. Not all curiosities were meant to be solved though, and some answers were just not meant to be sought. Maybe if they were friends...though if they were friends he would already knew such details. They didn't matter though, after all she had a child - what more did he actually need to know?
Aleksi had to chuckle lightly to himself when she said he didn't look bad himself - and that he hadn't changed. Did she really just compliment his appearance? What a strange day this was turning out to be. He knew he had changed since school, working with dragons had helped to fill him out - not that he actually expected her notice the differences in him. Still it wasn't just physical, he felt different as a person as well now. Thirteen year old him after all would not have believed on giving up his dream and following his father with out protest. The mention of the books though - oh, well yes some things had not changed. It made him smile a little, she could have been meaner he guessed. "Yes, I still prefer to keep the company of books as to people it seems."
A smile formed on his lips as she mentioned that Emily being her daughter would mean she was not keen on books. "Maybe you should get her the sort of book that she can color herself - or not, I really know nothing about children." He was smart on many things but children...were unpredictable. His icy blue eyes watched at she tried to push the book into place - he'd forgotten how petite she was, and yet he still hid from her all those years in fear of a verbal lashing. Still feeling awkward watching her struggle he stepped over.
"Sorry, Phyllis, let me just help you with that..." He wanted to be quick fearing the worst sort of reaction from her. Afterall she'd always been too good for his help on anything - even if he had offered it sincerly. So he gave the book a quick tap helping to make sure it was in place and not in danger of falling off. Of course he guessed there was still the danger of Emily and her childhood magic - but that was a differnt matter.
Aleksi tried to quickly move on to answering her question...and well statement. It was always strange to hear others talk about him and how successful he could be. Yes the grades of envy and the study habits that every parents dreamed their child would have. High marks in difficult classes - classes he didn't even need. There were high expectations for him from so many - teachers, peers - everyone except his parents. There was only one expectation, that he would carry on keeping their family in good standing with the rest of the Tchaikovskey's. Which of course meant doing the dirty work so his pureblood relatives could keep their hands as clean as possible in slightly and highly illegal trades.
"I must be? I mean....I'm sure you've heard I've been working as the Junior Advisor to the Minister of Magic....I'm joking - its what a lot of people thought I would become after graduation. I guess its disappointing to hear I'm doing marketing analysis for the family business...." Well it wasn't true either, but it wasn't like he went around admitting to be one of the people that smuggled the Tchaikovskey dragons across cities and borders. It wasn't the job he had dreamed of - no his darling cousin was the one who got to live that life. A prized Tchaikovskey child - even if not in name, something he would never be. "It keeps me occupied." He didn't even try to sound impressed with himself, he wasn't.
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Nov 1, 2017 22:44:54 GMT 8
Post by PHYLLIS SHIN YEON-WOO on Nov 1, 2017 22:44:54 GMT 8
His simple statement that he liked the name Emily and that it was cute brightened her expressions almost immediately. Gryffindors were typically vain, and easily sold on compliments – sincere or not. But Aleksi’s fondness of the name she had given her daughter made her happy in the strangest way. Of course, she was not seeking his approval of her capability was a parent, but learning that she had at least done one thing right gave her joy, even when that thing was as simple as choosing a name. “Thank you.” She said with a smile. “Emily Shin… I like it, too.” She liked the ring the name added to the family name. Her family name, not that of the man who had chosen to walk away when she needed him the most. Her daughter was too young to understand what a father was supposed to be, or even the mere fact that she was meant to have a father at all. Phyllis knew one day she would face the questions she had to desire to answer; but at least it was not now, or today.
She looked up at Aleksi, studying his complexion, wondering if he, too, had questions to ask. She must have answered at least one of them by the revelation of Emily’s last name, and the empty ring finger on her hand to indicate that marriage was out of question. But it was not like she had not had former acquaintances question and pry before. To no one had she ever revealed the identity of the man who fathered her child. But everyone seemed quite content with arbitrary pronouns. Mostly.
“People do not always make good company.” She shrugged slightly at his admission that he still preferred books to people. It was another thing she agreed with him on, oddly enough. It was not for polite reasons in social interactions, however; the statement was as true as it could be, she had learned it the hard way. They had hardly been able to see eye to eye with anything at all only two years before. But she was no longer the brash, irrational school girl. And he was no longer a boy running scared from her shadows. Though looking at him now provoked a sense of rivalry, that could really be simple as nostalgia, too.
She raised a brow at the idea of colouring books then shivered a little. She still had a wall of eerie crayon drawings to clean after this. ”Ah, that will make the two of us.” She uttered, chuckling quietly in response to his claim of knowing nothing about children. She had found out that knowledge about children was not included in the pregnancy package. “But maybe you’re… not wrong,” she said, trying to avoid the word ‘right’, “I might actually get her a few of those colouring books.”
From the corner of her eyes, she caught his movement. In silence, she watched him stepping over and tapping on the book to push it in place. Her lips were pressed together. Embarrassment washed over her face. She had never thought one day she would be in need of his help, let alone appreciating it. The only times his cooperation had been valued were those schooling days when she would make fun of him and watch him react accordingly as expected. She wondered if he still had any bitter feelings towards her at all. He had not shown any sign of them. It bothered her so much and made her wonder if she was that petty to still be harbouring jealousy of his past achievements. “Thanks,” she muttered, almost too embarrassed to say thank you for the third time in their conversation. “It’s so silly that anyone would put children books so high up like that.” She laughed, turning away so that he would not see her nervousness.
She was grateful he started talking about his careers, as she had asked. She was about to roll her eyes at his bragging before he assured her it was a joke that he was working in the Ministry. That bit of information surprised her thoroughly. It was indeed refreshing as well to learn that he had always been well aware of the expectations others had had for him. “Oh…” her mouth fell open at the idea of him doing as mundane a job as marketing analysis. And for family business, too. She could not help but feel curious. He was more than capable of working in any prestigious organisations with polished statuses, and enviable salaries one might add. “It’s the most muggle thing I’ve heard in a while.” She smiled. Market analysis was a term popular amongst muggles. In her world though, technical job titles were often decorated further with fancy magical terms. “Not that it is a bad thing, though. It’s quite interesting actually.” She added, clarifying her peaceful intentions and remarks for fear that she would offend him, though she had to admit that she quite missed it. But his own remark of his own job took her aback one more time. Capable people like him did not work to ‘occupy their time’. “I guess it’s better to have something to do than not.” She contemplated whether she should dig for the details. “But I’m sure you’re the best market analyst that they have. It’s you after all.” She smiled.
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Nov 2, 2017 19:26:32 GMT 8
Post by ALEKSI NIKITA IVANKOV on Nov 2, 2017 19:26:32 GMT 8
I'm not the road that you take when you looking for a short cut, I ain't the stepping stone to be stepping on, I ain't nobodies crutch It was hard not to smile a little at the look of joy that seemed to cross Phyllis' face. He had actually said something right? To her none the less. It wasn't the typical smile he had seen on face back in their school days - he surely was accustom to bringing her smiles of joy but...that was a cruel teenager's joy. There was more pride to the look on her face, a far more humbling pride - it suited her better. Fully naming the child he tried not to so obviously think on it. So, it was just her - or there wasn't a marriage...maybe there never had been. Did the details really matter? Since when had he been a gossip? Still he smiled, if anyone had to handle raising a child alone - well maybe she wasn't the first person he would think to be successful at it but Phyllis was always good at things she was actually passionate about. Gryffindors - never a dull moment from them. So, if anything, he assumed she was a fierce mother - Emily would be lucky to have that as she grew.
"Well she is clearly off to a perfect start with a mother like you." He was content with the statement he used, she could take the compliment in her own way - after all she knew what parts of her personality she thought to be best already so naturally wouldn't she assume those traits were what he was talking about. Or maybe not, regardless he wasn't trying to be rude, or pry - or judge even. He was just trying to be honest, in the moments that had passed it seemed like she had grown up so why should he think she was unfit to be a mother? Shocked, sure - but shock didn't mean he had any right or reason to disapprove. No one did. "All the boy are going to hate you, when she is older - I don't see anyone caring to meet you if they are keen on her." Okay he was laughing a little, it was funny to picture teenage boys trying to face her and ask to date her daughter. "Mum like you, I'm sure she'll be fearless."
Okay he needed to stop now it was getting a bit ridiculous. If he carried on like that she was going to think he was the stupid twelve year old thinking she was trying to express her attraction - instead he was just a twenty year old who had no idea how to carry on proper small talk. Aleksi couldn't help but openly chuckle at her agreeance with him. Maybe he shouldn't have laughed - maybe she spoke with weight in her words, but it was difficult. After all not that long ago he would have labeled her as someone who he did not think made good company. Now of course, well it seemed like she could be pleasant company at the very least - he didn't want to call something good too early.
It was strange when she said they both knew nothing about children. Surely she realized that she knew more than him at the very least. It was actually a moment she could have claimed to be superior and she didn't take it. He didn't point it out, instead he just smiled softly to himself - he would have to remember that. "I got a dog...the books they write on training raising them seemed to have more results than those for children." It was an attempt to relate, sort of. He gave himself credit for trying at least.
Still she agreed about the - colouring books - yes that was what they called them here. He had out grown them when they moved from Siberia, some words he didn't use in English, still he felt a bit silly for forgetting something so simple as colouring book. "Animals, all kids like animals - right? I bet, they have those kind now, that keep things cleaner somehow....I shouldn't talk about things I don't know though..." He started to feel a little embarrassed, he was so compelled to carry on, it was strange - a thought that he kept circling back to. Why could he not let that word go? Strange?
He tried his best not look at her for a bit after assisting her. He was a courtesy - or maybe a bit of flash back fear. He hadn't wanted to offend or embarrass her, he just felt guilty for not putting it back when it had been so high up. "I bet they thought it was smart, because the kids couldn't mess it up...yet its a terrible spot for children's books. Any book person knows if you want to get a kids attention you put it in the middle. Since kids are short and they'll see it..." She most likely knew that. He was just trying to carry on though, wasn't he? At least things started to feel comfortable again after his joke and 'job' reveal.
Oh did he crack a wide smile when she said it was the most muggle thing she had heard in a while. What would his dear pureblood cousins think of hearing that? Well the job was a lie anyways - maybe he would think of a better job in a few years. "Its just the best way I can describe what I do...not really important enough for a proper title you see." Oh what she must have been thinking. The places he could have gone - the jobs he had open to him, and yet he was working for the Tchaikovskey "Interesting though...because you actually find the assessment of an ever changing, growing, and competing market interesting or because its such a strange job for someone who seemed to have all the potential?"
So he was actually curious as to what she found interesting about it. Maybe it had been the term. Over the years he had started to escape to the muggle world. He was growing comfortable with their world, maybe he was getting too comfortable. Still his eyes looked to her, curiously, as he waited to hear. So many times before he had quietly begged her to stop talking with his eyes, now he almost seemed to be begging for her to speak what she thought.
He couldn't have expected her to know what his actual passion in school had been - bar books. So few cared about his passion for dragons, and even fewer understood why he had carried on with his magical creature classes - after all who really needed that class as they all said. Except those that knew he dreamed of working with the fire breathers. Maybe she would have felt sorry for him if she had known his dream - though was he really looking for pity when he at least got to live half his dream in reality? "I guess it all depends on how you look at spent time...that can be a slippery subject to get into though, I mean you have to word yourself carefully when you talk about prioritizing your time use...." Leo had constantly told him it was a waste of time, among other things he could spout off with privilege. He was choosing to be a disappointment, that was a luxury a half-blood couldn't afford. "It pleases my father though so, you're not wrong, I am the best at what I do." It wasn't a lie...it would have been if he claimed he was the best market analyst.
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