round 3 overflow post
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Charles/Erik -- Charles is a bakery owner whose most frequent customer is Erik.
Fill: http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/6437.html?thread=0139482#t4502942
Charles started off the morning the same way he always did...
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FILL: The Better Men (24b/24)
Date: 2012-02-22 03:42 am (UTC)"All right, now, that's enough," Madam Pomfrey said, cutting through the babble with the ease of long practice. "All students, out. Your teachers need to rest. Out!"
"Scorpius, stay," a man said, and for the first time Erik consciously noticed the two adults who had come in with the children. The one who had spoken bore a striking resemblance to Scorpius; pale, fair-haired, delicate-featured. The other had black hair, spectacles, and a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.
Erik tried not to stare.
"I'm taking my son home for a few days, Professor Xavier," the pale man said. "I'm sure you can understand." His hand on Scorpius's shoulder was nearly white-knuckled; he looked as if he wanted nothing more than to tuck his little boy into a basket to carry around with him for the indefinite future. Scorpius looked perfectly willing to comply, glancing up at his father with a sheepish sort of adoration.
"Of course," Charles said, and added drily, "Though I'm told it's Professor MacTaggart you'll need to clear that with, she having been appointed Acting Headmistress in my absence. Despite the fact that nobody present had the authority to make any such appointment."
Harry Potter – it had to be Harry Potter – actually blushed a little. "I apologize if I stepped on any toes, Professor, but it did seem rather crucial to have someone in charge, and as she was the only person not in hysterics when we came down from the roof with a dead headmaster and three seriously wounded—"
Charles waved a hand, laughing. "No, no, you're right of course, and she's exactly who I would have picked. And it does look like I'll be out of commission for a f-few days." The sudden, quickly-conquered wobble in his voice cut at Erik like a knife. He wanted these people gone so he could hold Charles tight and warm and tell him everything was going to be fine.
"I haven't introduced myself, I beg your pardon," Potter said, extending a hand to Erik. "Harry Potter, Head Auror – of course you know that, you wrote to me. It's an honor to meet you, Professor Lehnsherr."
"Likewise." Erik shook, transferred his hand in the other man's direction. "I assume you're Draco Malfoy?"
"I am. I can't begin to thank you, Professor – both of you – for the assistance you rendered my son."
"Saving our lives was a good start on the thanks," Charles said. "Erik, you'd already lost consciousness when Mr. Potter and Mr. Malfoy helped break through the walls into Cerebro. You and Dolly might have both bled to death if not for their timely arrival."
"It was mostly Victor and Armando who did the wall-breaking," Potter said. "They're out there now, gathering evidence. It's quite a mess." He looked a little overwhelmed, for just a moment, and for that moment Erik could see, not Harry Potter, Head Auror, Icon of the Wizarding World, but Harry Potter, father of three, awake for forty-eight hours straight, and less than a decade older than Erik himself.
"How did this timely arrival come about?" Erik asked.
"A confluence of letters, really," Potter said. "The letter you two addressed to me came to my attention within an hour of Victor's arrival with your other letter, and my old friend Draco's very... agitated call concerning the letter from his son. On top of Armando Munoz's report of your cut-off communication, which he brought to my personal attention the moment he was able. I believe the three of us left headquarters within minutes – picked up Mr. Malfoy along the way. At his insistence." The look he exchanged with Draco, as well as the strange emphasis he'd put on the words 'old friend,' spoke of a long and complex history.
"The professors need to rest, Mr. Potter," said Madam Pomfrey.
"I understand that, Madam Pomfrey, but I'm afraid I really must get at least a basic statement of events from them right now. I'm sure you understand, the investigation into Professor Shaw's activities—"
Re: FILL: The Better Men (24b/24)
Date: 2012-02-22 03:58 am (UTC)