Aristotle stared into the distance at a rather peculiarly shaped tree while his sister berated him loudly enough for passers by to hear and pondered his life choices.
What mistake had he made in this life, or if the Indians were to be believed, his last one, to deserve Calantha? He had been home for probably a month now and he was already fondly thinking of far off places, or at least far enough away from his the Gryffindor women in his family that they'd stop trying to make him into what they considered a respectable contributor of society.
He thought of Rome. Ah Rome.... Some thought Paris to be the ultimate source of inspiration and creativity but he loved Rome for it's ancient structures that had the timeless beauty that had survived the ravages of time. He wasn't one to usually be inspired by architecture but of all places Rome was the place that brought it out of him and if he got bored of that well, a trip to the Vatican was all that it took to want to paint and create such beauty... and that was only created by muggles! The magical community of Italy took Michealangelo's creativity and the ability to pour magic into their work just was breathtaking. He missed the master artisans there.
He had had to return home for his grandfather's funeral - to miss it he would never have heard the end of it from any of his immediate family and as he liked a certain level of luxury and it did not do to offend them.
What he wouldn't do to be back there....but instead he was here.
In Hogsmeade of all places because his sister had decided to get on board the Charity drive and clear out his apparently disgustingly messy and full of useless items space. Apparently people would want his text books and his something or others for their children and when she'd collected everything that could be donated from their home - more from his than anywhere else as Cadmus was not the clutter bug he was as he apparently found ways to dispose of belongings that he no longer required frequently - they were off to said event.
Aristotle had thought to escape it but apparently he was required as part of her chaperone entourage and he just hadn't been quick enough to say no or figure out her ulterior motive until he was there.
OF course there were women everywhere. Women that Calantha was quick to point out were highly eligible and because of her connections she could introduce him to several. Upperclass women from good families, Middle class too if he found one particularly attractive and they surely wouldn't mind the extra work that he was because they'd be so grateful to move ahead in life by marrying him. And he apparently needed that according to Calantha.
He needed a wife though what he would do with one Aristotle had no exact idea. Why exactly his mother and sister were so set on that fact confused him.
He was only 25. He had his whole life ahead of him and some men didn't even marry.
Confirmed Bachelorism was sounding better and better by the day. He had so much more to do, so much more to see... why would he even - It was at that point of his musings that Calantha stormed off, fedup with him.
He was feeling quite good about it when another woman approached him. He studied her for a moment, fingers already twitching to capture her likeness. He knew it impolite to ask every woman he saw to model for him but his eyes flickered over her features, memorising them for later.
Her eyes were particularly striking - her huge blue contrasting beautifully with her pale skin, her round face..... he blinked focusing on her lips. She'd told him that she had a solution to his problem. What problem could that be?
"Hmmm?" He questioned and realised that that was probably not sufficient.
"My problem?" He asked, with a quirk of an eyebrow. He had a problem now? He was quite sure he had never met this woman in his life. She could have been one of Calantha's friends though if even that was the case he still had no idea what she was talking about. He waited for her to continue, or to least explain what problem of his that she could solve.
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What mistake had he made in this life, or if the Indians were to be believed, his last one, to deserve Calantha? He had been home for probably a month now and he was already fondly thinking of far off places, or at least far enough away from his the Gryffindor women in his family that they'd stop trying to make him into what they considered a respectable contributor of society.
He thought of Rome. Ah Rome.... Some thought Paris to be the ultimate source of inspiration and creativity but he loved Rome for it's ancient structures that had the timeless beauty that had survived the ravages of time. He wasn't one to usually be inspired by architecture but of all places Rome was the place that brought it out of him and if he got bored of that well, a trip to the Vatican was all that it took to want to paint and create such beauty... and that was only created by muggles! The magical community of Italy took Michealangelo's creativity and the ability to pour magic into their work just was breathtaking. He missed the master artisans there.
He had had to return home for his grandfather's funeral - to miss it he would never have heard the end of it from any of his immediate family and as he liked a certain level of luxury and it did not do to offend them.
What he wouldn't do to be back there....but instead he was here.
In Hogsmeade of all places because his sister had decided to get on board the Charity drive and clear out his apparently disgustingly messy and full of useless items space. Apparently people would want his text books and his something or others for their children and when she'd collected everything that could be donated from their home - more from his than anywhere else as Cadmus was not the clutter bug he was as he apparently found ways to dispose of belongings that he no longer required frequently - they were off to said event.
Aristotle had thought to escape it but apparently he was required as part of her chaperone entourage and he just hadn't been quick enough to say no or figure out her ulterior motive until he was there.
OF course there were women everywhere. Women that Calantha was quick to point out were highly eligible and because of her connections she could introduce him to several. Upperclass women from good families, Middle class too if he found one particularly attractive and they surely wouldn't mind the extra work that he was because they'd be so grateful to move ahead in life by marrying him. And he apparently needed that according to Calantha.
He needed a wife though what he would do with one Aristotle had no exact idea. Why exactly his mother and sister were so set on that fact confused him.
He was only 25. He had his whole life ahead of him and some men didn't even marry.
Confirmed Bachelorism was sounding better and better by the day. He had so much more to do, so much more to see... why would he even - It was at that point of his musings that Calantha stormed off, fedup with him.
He was feeling quite good about it when another woman approached him. He studied her for a moment, fingers already twitching to capture her likeness. He knew it impolite to ask every woman he saw to model for him but his eyes flickered over her features, memorising them for later.
Her eyes were particularly striking - her huge blue contrasting beautifully with her pale skin, her round face..... he blinked focusing on her lips. She'd told him that she had a solution to his problem. What problem could that be?
"Hmmm?" He questioned and realised that that was probably not sufficient.
"My problem?" He asked, with a quirk of an eyebrow. He had a problem now? He was quite sure he had never met this woman in his life. She could have been one of Calantha's friends though if even that was the case he still had no idea what she was talking about. He waited for her to continue, or to least explain what problem of his that she could solve.