"a weapon held by the blade" - Adelaide Slytherin-Gryffindor
Title: A Weapon Held By The Blade. (022. Enemies).
Characters/Pairing: Adelaide/Galen.
Rating: G.
Word Count: 406
A/N: This is not actually finished really, but Sil is impatient. And Galen Gryffindor is Sil's brainchild, not mine.
Disclaimer: Adelaide's threat is totally stolen from Rome.
Fifteen minutes had passed and still she had not lowered her wand. Her target was knelt on the floor, clutching at her skirts in supplication. Apparently the wretch was crying. The maids were frozen in shock; Adelaide’s temper had been stripped bare in a matter of seconds, her composure shattered by the day’s tribulations and a malicious rumour that she was not supposed to hear. Only the head of staff, elderly wizard though he was, had the spine to try and reason with her, but she was past listening.
Finally breathing, Adelaide sheathed her wand, tired of trying to bore a hole in the girl’s skull without the aid of magic. With a savage kick, she freed herself of the thing attached to her clothing and crouched down to her level. A crocodile smile spread across her lips.
“Listen to me,” her voice was soft but her face quickly hardened as the girl started to wail. “I said listen!” Everyone else took a step back. With a fistful of hair, she suddenly had the attention she wanted and she straightened up, dragging her prey to the same height. “I couldn’t give a fig about what you think of me, my dear. I am the daughter of Salazar Slytherin; I need no further justification for my actions.” There was a whimper and she tightened her grip. “But if I hear you utter one more untruth regarding my husband and my loyalty towards him - no matter how trivial it may be - I will use your eyes and the eyes of your children as beads.”
A courier announced the King’s approach and all present turned to look at Adelaide. She spent a moment watching the girl writhe with a thoughtful expression before letting go and allowing her to fall to the floor.
“Tidy that up, will you?” She waved her hand in the girl’s direction and four maids obliged. Rearranging her skirts until they looked unruffled, she turned to the head of staff. “Do I look acceptable?”
“As radiant as ever, milady.”
The mirror above the mantle piece showed minimal flyaway curls - nothing that couldn’t be explained away by running to greet one’s husband. “Excellent. Make sure that creature is out of the castle by morning. I don’t care how good her service was, I never want to see her again.”
Exhaling deeply, Adelaide gave her reflection a brilliant smile and hastened to where the carriages had been stationed.
Characters/Pairing: Adelaide/Galen.
Rating: G.
Word Count: 406
A/N: This is not actually finished really, but Sil is impatient. And Galen Gryffindor is Sil's brainchild, not mine.
Disclaimer: Adelaide's threat is totally stolen from Rome.
Fifteen minutes had passed and still she had not lowered her wand. Her target was knelt on the floor, clutching at her skirts in supplication. Apparently the wretch was crying. The maids were frozen in shock; Adelaide’s temper had been stripped bare in a matter of seconds, her composure shattered by the day’s tribulations and a malicious rumour that she was not supposed to hear. Only the head of staff, elderly wizard though he was, had the spine to try and reason with her, but she was past listening.
Finally breathing, Adelaide sheathed her wand, tired of trying to bore a hole in the girl’s skull without the aid of magic. With a savage kick, she freed herself of the thing attached to her clothing and crouched down to her level. A crocodile smile spread across her lips.
“Listen to me,” her voice was soft but her face quickly hardened as the girl started to wail. “I said listen!” Everyone else took a step back. With a fistful of hair, she suddenly had the attention she wanted and she straightened up, dragging her prey to the same height. “I couldn’t give a fig about what you think of me, my dear. I am the daughter of Salazar Slytherin; I need no further justification for my actions.” There was a whimper and she tightened her grip. “But if I hear you utter one more untruth regarding my husband and my loyalty towards him - no matter how trivial it may be - I will use your eyes and the eyes of your children as beads.”
A courier announced the King’s approach and all present turned to look at Adelaide. She spent a moment watching the girl writhe with a thoughtful expression before letting go and allowing her to fall to the floor.
“Tidy that up, will you?” She waved her hand in the girl’s direction and four maids obliged. Rearranging her skirts until they looked unruffled, she turned to the head of staff. “Do I look acceptable?”
“As radiant as ever, milady.”
The mirror above the mantle piece showed minimal flyaway curls - nothing that couldn’t be explained away by running to greet one’s husband. “Excellent. Make sure that creature is out of the castle by morning. I don’t care how good her service was, I never want to see her again.”
Exhaling deeply, Adelaide gave her reflection a brilliant smile and hastened to where the carriages had been stationed.