Post by Rister Graas S6 on Jan 26, 2010 16:33:53 GMT -5
“I’m relatively sure that turn was illegal,” Rister remarked almost conversationally even as he braced himself with one hand on the board of the sports car. “Which one of us has driving license again?” aunt Dana threw flippantly back, even though she thankfully didn’t turn her eyes from the road she was speeding down far above the allowed speed limit. “The way you’re driving – neither of us,” Rister responded, letting out a long breath as Dana twisted the wheel expertly, the car nearly sliding sideways and sending up a small shower of pebbles before stopping before a house. Leaving both of her hands on the wheel, Dana leaned forward and for a few moments the both of them studied the house before them in silence. Rister wondered fleetingly how many eyes hidden behind curtains would be studying them back as they sat in the cherry-red cabriolette with it’s roof lowered. “What made you decide to hire the kid?” Dana questioned. “I hadn’t technically hired him yet,” Rister pointed out as he unbuckled his seat-belt and twisted his torso to lean backwards and grab the folder he had shoved the employment contract between. “But you’re planning to,” Dana deflected easily, her eyes keen on him as he straightened up again. Rister had actually wondered about it himself. Why had he agreed to hire Pip? Because he knew the burning need to do something, to work, yet knowing there was nothing he could do. Because he was curious. Because of some other ulterior motives he didn’t even want to start dissecting right now. “Not even sure,” was all he offered after a moment, before shoving the door open and stepping out of the car, the gesture to brush down his black silk slacks automatic.
He had actually paid attention to his clothes this morning. He didn’t often preen himself and he looked good as a thumb-rule, having been blessed with a good bone-structure and a fit build and the fact all his clothes were tailored for him. But he had considered what to wear today. A pair of black silk pants – comfortable and almost casual, yet the sharpness and fit would inform a knowing observer that the pants were tailored for his body. After a long deliberation he had decided to go for a white dress shirt, the buttons flickering silvery when the light hit them just so, as he had figured he didn’t really need to rub his Slytherin inheritance in everyone’s face by choosing a shirt in Slytherin-green. He had opted for a mid-length black coat, the lapels folded at a seemingly careless fashion that was far too fashionable to be random. He had left it unbuttoned at the front, having the cut emphasize his lean waist and hips, lack of worries and cares while at the same time adding credit and maturity. His hair loose and the heirs heavy silver ring with the engraved emerald gleaming off his finger with the Graas crest also stamped onto the black leather folder he held in his hand he could have posed next to Gabriel for the role of a young, successful businessman. “Rister.” Dana’s voice and the long wolf-whistle accompanying his name had Rister turn to glance back at the car, only to see that she had raised herself to sit on the backrest and look at him over the windscreen of the cabriolet, “I’ll pick you up in two hours.” “I might be done faster,” Rister pointed out, even though he mentally agreed that someone coming to collect him might save him from being slaughtered, but principle made him argue anyway. Aunt Dana just laughed though, tossing her hair over her shoulder and continuing: “My meeting will be over by that time and then you get to buy me dinner.” “Presuming you don’t get caught by the cops on the way and locked up for the way you drive,” Rister laughed back, waving her away with a light smirk. “They’d need to catch me first,” the comment floated after him even as the car purred to life behind him and roared down the street at a moment’s notice.
Shaking his head in wry amusement, Rister turned towards the house and under Pip’s watchful gaze crossed the yard with unhurried steps. No doubt the boy had heard the exchange and the whistle and would probably find yet another way to dislike him over it. Too bad for him, because Aunt Dana was one of the few truly and wholly treasured relatives. He and Dad were the older version of Rister and Lita in a way. Although, Dad and Dana had actually been brought up together and were related. “If you are to work for me, there are a couple of general safety rules to be learned as well,” Rister stated with a tilt of his head as he came to a stop right before Pip, “One of those rules is that if all possible, we distract and intercept Aunt Dana from taking the cars out for a ride.” Rister gestured vaguely towards the street-corner Dana had long ago disappeared around with a light smirk: “All the cars have been tempered with magic to swerve and avoid any and all muggles, but those enchantments will not necessarily save her hide and most of the time we like to keep her crazy Ravenclaw self around. Besides all the free or discount books from her stores do come in handy.” Rister smirked at Pip, even as he tapped the corner of the black leather fold in his hand lightly against the corner of his mouth: “Now, however, would be a good time to ask me in and offer me a seat as before I sign your employment contract a couple of details need to be gone over and specified about what I’m prepared to offer and what I expect in return as work and I am also going to need to talk to your parents.”
He had actually paid attention to his clothes this morning. He didn’t often preen himself and he looked good as a thumb-rule, having been blessed with a good bone-structure and a fit build and the fact all his clothes were tailored for him. But he had considered what to wear today. A pair of black silk pants – comfortable and almost casual, yet the sharpness and fit would inform a knowing observer that the pants were tailored for his body. After a long deliberation he had decided to go for a white dress shirt, the buttons flickering silvery when the light hit them just so, as he had figured he didn’t really need to rub his Slytherin inheritance in everyone’s face by choosing a shirt in Slytherin-green. He had opted for a mid-length black coat, the lapels folded at a seemingly careless fashion that was far too fashionable to be random. He had left it unbuttoned at the front, having the cut emphasize his lean waist and hips, lack of worries and cares while at the same time adding credit and maturity. His hair loose and the heirs heavy silver ring with the engraved emerald gleaming off his finger with the Graas crest also stamped onto the black leather folder he held in his hand he could have posed next to Gabriel for the role of a young, successful businessman. “Rister.” Dana’s voice and the long wolf-whistle accompanying his name had Rister turn to glance back at the car, only to see that she had raised herself to sit on the backrest and look at him over the windscreen of the cabriolet, “I’ll pick you up in two hours.” “I might be done faster,” Rister pointed out, even though he mentally agreed that someone coming to collect him might save him from being slaughtered, but principle made him argue anyway. Aunt Dana just laughed though, tossing her hair over her shoulder and continuing: “My meeting will be over by that time and then you get to buy me dinner.” “Presuming you don’t get caught by the cops on the way and locked up for the way you drive,” Rister laughed back, waving her away with a light smirk. “They’d need to catch me first,” the comment floated after him even as the car purred to life behind him and roared down the street at a moment’s notice.
Shaking his head in wry amusement, Rister turned towards the house and under Pip’s watchful gaze crossed the yard with unhurried steps. No doubt the boy had heard the exchange and the whistle and would probably find yet another way to dislike him over it. Too bad for him, because Aunt Dana was one of the few truly and wholly treasured relatives. He and Dad were the older version of Rister and Lita in a way. Although, Dad and Dana had actually been brought up together and were related. “If you are to work for me, there are a couple of general safety rules to be learned as well,” Rister stated with a tilt of his head as he came to a stop right before Pip, “One of those rules is that if all possible, we distract and intercept Aunt Dana from taking the cars out for a ride.” Rister gestured vaguely towards the street-corner Dana had long ago disappeared around with a light smirk: “All the cars have been tempered with magic to swerve and avoid any and all muggles, but those enchantments will not necessarily save her hide and most of the time we like to keep her crazy Ravenclaw self around. Besides all the free or discount books from her stores do come in handy.” Rister smirked at Pip, even as he tapped the corner of the black leather fold in his hand lightly against the corner of his mouth: “Now, however, would be a good time to ask me in and offer me a seat as before I sign your employment contract a couple of details need to be gone over and specified about what I’m prepared to offer and what I expect in return as work and I am also going to need to talk to your parents.”