Secrets were rarely kept for long in the Wizarding World and the hour glass was beginning to run out of sand. Elijah wanted to inform his parents of this “development” on his own terms. He wanted to tell Marina and Viktor that they could go stuff themselves before a newspaper got a quote of him saying just that. He rarely went home now. He doubted that he’d ever go back unless Viktor died in which case he’d probably have to. But until then he’d return to Paris. From what he’d heard the house was progressing nicely and it wasn’t even a week into the build. He had been told that it would take about eight months with magic and a year or so without which was why they were using magic. It came in handy for Elijah because it meant the house would be up, and furnished providing the interior designers were still drinking coffee like water, just in time for the baby.
There was no way Elijah was going to see his parents unless he truly had to. A trip to Berlin wasn’t something he planned on making just yet. He knew they wouldn’t be in Sofia, not this time of the year. So, he’d written them a letter. It wasn’t entirely important. It just outlined the fact that he would have them put in Azkaban if they came near Chase within the next nine months without his permission. Khaat would oblige. The woman had wanted them dead no so long ago. But Rob had been right. Killing them would have left him and Chase exposed. Now, telling them and telling them exactly what they could do, which wasn’t a lot, and couldn’t, which was a lot, would cover him and Chase in a dark blanket. No doubt Marina and Viktor would launch into some sort of press thingy-ma-jig that would get them out of trouble when Cy Skeeter eventually found out through the woodwork.
With his letter clutched in his hand, Elijah made his way up the steps of the Owlery. He reached the top and his hand went to the doorknob. He twisted it and let himself in, the hinges creaking loudly, announcing his arrival. Elijah closed the door behind him with a soft slam and looked around, searching for Ziva. Nachash hissed in irritation, creeping out from the leg of his jeans. Elijah watched as the snake slithered across the hay that lined the floor. He walked further into the light blaring through the square Owlery windows and continued to search for Ziva. Only when his eyes lowered did he see his sister.
“Oh! Cecilia! I’m sorry I didn’t see you there.” He apologized with a small smile. “Have you seen Ziva anywhere?” Elijah subtly tucked his letter into his back pocket and switched it for the two he needed to send to Thierry and Fauve. Enclosed inside were a few trinkets and their monthly allowance. No doubt Thierry would take great joy in rationing out Fauve’s until a swift knee to the gut sorted him out. Elijah smirked, thinking of the scene and raised his eyes, seeking Ziva out once more.
There was a hiss and a hoot. An owl flew over head and Elijah laughed upon seeing Nachash emerge after it. Ziva flew down towards Elijah where as Nachash, being a wingless reptile after all, slithered down the wall and sat herself down on the bottom step of the staircase that wound up the tower. Ziva landed on Elijah’s outstretched forearm and with the hand that wasn’t taken up by letters he reached into his jeans pocket to retrieve a treat for Ziva. He held it in his palm and the owl took it, nipping his fingers in thanks. Elijah stroked her feathers absent mindedly before glancing back at Cecilia.
“So how was your date with Ezra?” He asked.
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