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[GENEVIEVE JOSEPHINE BEAUCHAMP]

If there was one thing that Genevieve Beauchamp knew how to do well, it was to get lost amongst nature. It wasn't that she was literally getting lost, it was that she was able to forget about the rest of the world and become one with nature. After being humiliated in front of her brother at a party she shouldn't have been invited to in the first place, Genevieve decided that she needed to get away from everything. Of course she had drowned herself in her work and a bunch of modeling gigs to keep her mind off of the situation at hand. That was until a few days before this one, Genevieve got the awful news that her father had passed away while she was away on business. With the humiliation that Graham had forced upon her and the news of her father passing away, it seemed like the entire life that Genevieve had created for herself had suddenly come crashing down onto her, hard. The first thing that Genevieve had done when she had received the news of her father's passing was clearing her upcoming schedule. She had of course aggravated a handful of people in the process, but she didn't care in the least bit. The second thing that the girl did was run off to the first summer home that she had gone on vacation with just her father with when she had gotten older. The home brought many memories of her father.

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After arriving at the Plateau, Genevieve entered the summer home; as she opened the door, all she was able to smell was the faded scent of her father's cologne. It was a solid reminder of how much she had truly cared for her father and how the pair had bonded since her birth. If only she had been able to talk to her father now and be able to tell him everything that she hadn't told him in the past; namely, how she had broken her own heart over the best boyfriend that she had ever had, Graham Montague. During the summers that she had gone home for summer break with her siblings, Genevieve never once brought a friend home to visit the France that she had known, rather than the France that everyone else had known. Gen's family had been known as a prominent piece of news on a daily basis, no matter what the event or occasion, even if it was just an afternoon in the park or a walk around the neighborhood. Some people liked to compare the family to London's favorite Muggle family, the Beckham's. It was rather sweet of the tabloids to consider them to be like that, in Genevieve's opinion, but she was definitely glad that she wasn't of Muggle descent, but rather of a pure blood descent instead. After all, even though she acted as if it hadn't mattered to her, blood lineage was very important in the Beauchamp household.

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Once Genevieve had set her bags down by the door, she heard the voices of her three baby brothers enter the home as well. "Genny, we all miss Dad," she heard Damien say, then felt his arms around her neck and shoulders. "I know, Damien, I know. I just still can't believe that he's gone," the young woman said to her brother, a few tears falling from her eyes. Then chimed in another masculine voice, another one of her baby brothers. This time though, the voice was not as deep as Damien's, which meant that it was Charlie. "None of us can, Genny. He's still with us though. Heaven's not that far from us and we'll see him again." Hearing the loving words of her baby brothers made Genevieve recognize how lucky she truly was; she had an amazing family still with her and she should have been happy that her father was in heaven and not in pain anymore. "I love you guys," she said, turning to face the two brothers that had spoken to her, only to see all three of her baby brothers, as well as two baby sisters near her as well. It was then that Genevieve had pulled all of her siblings together for a family hug. After a couple of moments, Genevieve withdrew herself from the group hug and looked at all of her siblings while she brushed away the tears that had fallen from her eyes, "I'm going to go for a walk. You all stay here and settle in." With that being said, Genevieve brought her things to the room that she had always stayed in and then left the house and walked down a trail that she and her father had walked a bunch of times, just the two of them.

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At the end of the trail, the trees managed to make an opening in the horizon and lead down to the lake that Genevieve would sit near with her father and just talk. It amazed Genevieve how close she and her father had truly been, because she had been the oldest child of the male. It had been every summer since she was six that Genevieve and Charles Beauchamp had their father and daughter bonding time by the lake until she heard the voice of her mother yelling at them that the meal was ready and that they were to hurry home and wash up so that everyone was able to eat. All of Genevieve's siblings knew that the trail was off-limits to them, because that was something that Genevieve and their father did when it was just the pair of them. After all, each child did something different when they were spending time with their father that none of the other Beauchamp children did. When it was time spent with their father, it was to be cherished like nothing else.

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When Genevieve got to the end of the trail, she slipped a little, twisting her ankle slightly. It hurt a great deal, but the girl was more focused on trying to have a relaxing time alone so that she was able to remember all of the fun times that she had with her father. This had only further brought on tears that fell from Genevieve's eyes like a rushing waterfall; she still couldn't believe that her father had been taken from her, but she knew that she'd be able to remember him and feel as if he was still with her. "I love you, Papa," she said out loud, as if her father was able to hear her, even though she knew that he wasn't able to. As she continued to sit there and remember everything from the time that Zoelie was brought home from the hospital to the time that she had broken her own heart and broken up with Graham, her siblings managed to make due with their time back at the cottage. Her baby sister, Nicolette, or Nicci as she had liked to be called lately, read her fashion magazine, the same one that she had managed to have a few photos of herself in, locked away in her bedroom. Zoelie, she had managed to lay around outside in her bathing suit and tan under the warm rays of sunshine, while the triplets managed to play a little quidditch in the open front yard. Inside though, along with young Nicci, the Beauchamp matriarch was in the kitchen making something for the family for dinner. She was preparing a nice meal for her children, a meal that their father always had loved to eat with his wife and children. If you didn't know that Genevieve had been away by the lake and crying, you would have thought that Charles Beauchamp was well and alive and that this was simply a typical summer for the family. What they didn't realize, was that months previous to this, Charles had set up a meeting between him and a young man by the name of Graham.

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While Charles Beauchamp had been alive, he had remembered his oldest child, Genevieve, making a sacrifice that he knew was because of him. She had broken her heart for her family business, rather than take a chance on love and meeting the right man for herself to settle down with. Then he had heard of Genevieve seeing the same man years later at a party, but being humiliated by him by sleeping around with another female and making it obvious in front of Genevieve's eyes that he was going to. When his daughter had brought the news of the party up to him, Charles Beauchamp knew that he had to do something to get the pair together, because he didn't like seeing his baby girl's heart ache. So, he finally sent an owl to the young man and planned to meet with him. He would then find out how the young man had felt about his daughter; if the outcome was that he had been in love with his daughter at one point, Charles was going to give the family business to his oldest son, Charlie, the son named after him. He knew that Zoelie wouldn't be interested in the position, so he would skip right over her and go to Charlie. Unfortunately for the Beauchamp family, Graham hadn't heard the news of Charles Beauchamp's death, so the meeting was still set. The set date was the same day that the Beauchamp's had arrived at their summer cottage.

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[GRAHAM ADAM MONTAGUE]

why in god name was he wearing a long sleeve shirt and here it was summer time? though Avalanche had picked out the clothes he had on him. his blue striped shirt, his light pair of dressed up jeans. even his shoes were white. and he of course picked the most comfortable. though Avalanche nagged him to pick the ones that looked good. but tossing on his white coral necklace that he always wore for luck. as it seemed to bring him all sorts of luck. and saying good bye to Avalanche as Marcus was away on location. a quick apparition to the direct location that Mr. Beauchamp had given him only days before by owl. though when he arrived at the large castle, it did not stun him of the size at all really. he was so use to the large pureblood houses, so it was anything. and assumed that it wasn't the main house. as he remembered hearing Genevieve talk about it a few times with her siblings. other than that Graham wouldn't allow himself to dwell on things in the past. he had trained himself to do something like that but it would work. and he would only think about her on the occasion. though with everything that sort of happened in the last five months. being a father and not being a father. and to find out his little cousin Draven was the father.

rolling back his shoulders as he began his descent into the front of the castle. where he was quickly meet by a few young lads at the door. as he was told that Mr. Beauchamp had passed away. and that Gen would be handling all the quidditch stuff. well what other reason would a owner of a team and a professional keeper have business? and was also informed that Genevieve was nearest the lake. they had also shown Graham Montague how to get down to where she was. it was not a lot of hassle for Graham to get down to the lake. but to organize his thoughts was much more difficult for him. he stopped walking for a second, he had to have his way with words that Graham often did. since he liked to read a lot of books. though something else sense he had no longer been a father to twin boys as it had come out in the media he was. though this was before Draven had stepped forward and taken ownership over the boys. though Graham still wanted to be there for his little nephews now.even if one day the boys get to hear the story of how Draven told their mother Ry about the whole night. and how they were going to be Montague's for five minutes.

but as he somehow kick started his legs to start going in the direction of the water that he could obviously see. and as he came around a bend he could see Gen. he took a half a breath in. he even caught her perfume in his nose. it had matured over the years they had been separated but still smelled sweet to his nose. pressing his lips together, he didn't want to scare her. and he had been good at awkward silences he was king of having them. well this one side awkward as he had cleared his throat. he couldn't exactly find his words at this very instant. swallowing quickly he took another step closer to Genevieve. "My condolences. If you would desired that we reconvene on another day that would be understandable." Graham had yet to grieve really anyone beside his grandmother who he lost as a child, and a few of us older uncles and aunts that were his cousins grandparents themselves. or the losing family due to prison. though Graham did not sound exactly like the boy from Slytherin. though he was really taken back with the news of her father. that had been a sad, and wondering why it had not leaked to the papers. he would have owled right away with flowers, a card, and ignoring this idea of a meeting all together.

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tag - ryleigh
word count - 700
music - detriot waves - matt nathanson
attire - look
notes - nada

[GENEVIEVE JOSEPHINE BEAUCHAMP]

sitting there quietly, the young brunette female gripped her ankle seeing as how it was now starting to bother her. the pain was starting to become more dominant and genevieve knew that she was going to have to get back to the cottage so that her mother was able to heal her ankle properly. of course genevieve knew how to do it, but she had never perfected the task, whereas her mother had been healing her children and husband's quidditch players for years, so this tiny twisted ankle would be nothing that she wasn't able to handle. although, the pain was starting to cloud her thoughts, so she hadn't heard the footsteps that she should have that were coming up behind her. what told her that someone was behind her was the scent that they had brought with them. a masculine smell, of course. it hadn't been her brothers, that much genevieve knew, but this scent, she felt that she knew it from somewhere. it took less than a half of a second before her mind had started racing and the scent she soon remembered was that of her former boyfriend, graham montague. how could she have forgotten the scent that she had fallen for? possibly because the female tried her damn near hardest to forget it and everything she had fallen for about the male.

after pinning the scent to graham, genevieve was soon confused as to why the male had even been there in the first place. though, before she could give any sort of real thought to the question, graham had begun talking to her. genevieve listened intently, but was soon even more confused. no one had known of her father's death, because the family paid high dividends to keep the death quiet so that the family was able to mourn in peace. she figured that her brothers had told graham when he had apparently arrived to the cottage, but why was he even there in the first place? "thank you," the girl said, her accent heavy in all the right places. the curiosity of his arrival was pestering her inside, so badly that genevieve hadn't been able to control her next string of words. "reconvene on another day for what?" she asked him. "excuse be for being rude if it sounds that way, but why are you even here, graham? no one knows of my father's death except family and i know that i did not invite you to the cottage, nor did any of my siblings." the poor girl felt that she was being to harsh, but that's what happened when she let her emotions get the best of her. pausing for a moment, the female tried to stand up and face the man that she had broken her heart over, but stumbled a little, before catching herself. standing there, now facing graham, it was obvious that her ankle was in pain, seeing as how she didn't put any pressure on it as she stood there. "i'm sorry, graham, i shouldn't have snapped. i'm just, under a lot of pressure lately and with my father dying, my emotions are all over the place." it was abnormal for genevieve to wear her heart on her sleeve, since she, under normal circumstances, was able to tuck her emotions away until she was alone.

[GRAHAM ADAM MONTAGUE]

it was still weird to be in Genevieve's presence. he even found her at the party to be odd; the same night he slept with Ryleigh. anything between them seemed already so far away but school seemed much farther. that in itself was a blessing. he had recently not thought about the confides of the Hogwarts in ages. now to have her nearest him, he sucked in a breath as he heard her voice. her French accent laced every word it was sing-song in his ears. though here he was about to explain himself like when his mother would catch him with his hand in the cookie jar. but he did respect the woman in an grieving time. it was not all that great he had watched his parents go threw it, he himself was unsure of how it felt. "Mr. Beauchamp and I had a meeting scheduled for today."he said as he put his hands behind his back. it was better to be straight forward than to lie, he had no gain. "You're brothers told me where to find you." again he was unsure of why he was still standing here. he took in a forced deep breath, he watched her for a second with an eye. "I know I am the last person you want to see. I will leave you in peace. But I must tell you I will not tell a soul of your loss." he said ready to turn and walk away. he did not know what to say with anything else. he could be dubbed with using his words. but here he was speechless and unknown of what was going to happen. gazing once more look out to the lake so he could remember her every fiber of her being. her brown eyes, her soft brown hair. he felt attracted to her all over again.the past from school seemed to creep to up in his mind. "Good Day." he said finally as he spun his body around to leave. though gravity or something kept the man in his spot that he was planted in. his tongue tapped the top of his mouth like he did when he was curious or when he was unsure of something. and since his body didn't allow him to leave. his eyes danced to the way she was holding her ankle. it was only noticeable as the man was trying to remember her. she had grown up. he had himself, in different ways of course though their paths had crossed too many times so far after graduating.. "Would you like me to help you back?" he said, he would have asked any woman that if they need any help. especially in a grieving situation.
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word count - 485
music - titanic
attire - look
notes - sorry it horrible.

[GENEVIEVE JOSEPHINE BEAUCHAMP]

Not knowing how to respond to the answers the male standing before her had for her questions, Genevieve took a moment to think about how she was going to respond to him. Why would her father have invited Graham to the family cottage? No one was allowed there except for family and friends, no one of any sort of work relation even knew about their cottage in the woods. Then Genevieve remembered the last thing her father said to her while he laid on his death bed, "Do not let your heart fall victim to loneliness, Viv. It already knows the other half it is looking for. You just need to reconnect the pieces." A slight smile appeared on the female's face as she realized that Graham had not been invited to the cottage for any relevance to the quidditch world, but rather, he was there to make amends with Genevieve. "I know my father well, rather, knew him well and I know he wouldn't bring you here for business. I can be almost certain that he brought you here to talk sense into both of our heads. I remember something my father said to me before he passed on and now that you're here, I know now what he meant." Pausing a moment, Genevieve felt a few tears forming in her eyes; it was still difficult for the girl to speak about her father, good things or bad. "Graham, I'm almost positive that my father was going to try and get us back together."

Then Genevieve heard the male say that he would leave her in peace by herself and for some reason, she felt her heart cringe in pain. She still had feelings for her ex-boyfriend and Genevieve knew that he would always have a special place in her heart, no matter where their lives ended up. Gen wanted to scream at him to stay, but when she opened her mouth to tell him, her throat dried up and she was at a sudden loss for words. Then he dismissed her with a good day and Genevieve knew that she had lost her shot with Graham, again, so she'd just sit there alone for awhile before she stumbled back to the cottage. Hanging her head in regret, the female didn't seem to notice that Graham hadn't moved from his spot across from her. Although, she heard every word that fell from his mouth and almost didn't know what to do or how to answer him when he spoke to her again. "I.. uh.. If you don't mind?" Genevieve said, her voice quivering slightly. "And since you're already here, I'm sure that my mother will sort of force you to eat dinner with us. So you're more than welcome to stay if you'd like. She'll make you anything that you want, if you're not up for French cuisine. Though, don't feel obligated to join us if you'd feel awkward around myself and my family," she female said, hoping not to scare him off.

[GRAHAM ADAM MONTAGUE]

being locked into a simple spot it was difficult to allow anything in and out of his mind right now. of course he did think of how beautiful this girl looked even with the tear stains on glistened on her cheek. which Graham was not stupid and was well aware that it was from grieving the loss of her father. hell he'd be a lost if he lost his own father. that was something that rocked his mind even just allowing the thought to come across his brain. which it sent sort of a tingle down his body. and it was one that was not very enjoyable. he swallowed hard, and was quiet for a few moments and hearing Genevieve speak.. and explain, it to him. that was a moment for him; he didn't quite understand. "Why? I mean we were just kids when we ended it. We moved on with our adult lives. Careers that we are both proud of..." Graham trailed off for a moment. Swallowing hard of anything that was block his vocal chords earlier was now gone. "Time doesn't help the heart grow. And even if he was thinking of doing something as absurd. What feelings could you have left for me? I am sure it's nothing but memories of Hogwarts." he spoke up again somehow regaining his voice. but he was curious; he couldn't lie good about that.

hearing Gen's next few words. she did want help, and it seemed like his body that was glued into one spot. the tip of his tongue touched his top lip he was thinking for a split second of not helping her. but offering her an extended hand. of course he could pick her up. he had carried Av plenty of times after parties, though that was over his shoulder because he could be just cruel to his cousin. and hearing her invite him to dinner. "A home cooked meal would be nice." he said softly to her. "It'll be treat, though I do not want to impose on you and you're family in such a time." he said. of course something was holding him back. it was the fact that this woman in front of him needed the proper time to grieve. her how family need too. and it was much bigger than his immediate family. not including all of his cousins. but between Rae, his father, his mother and himself. it was just the four of them. and it was going to be much different here.
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attire - look
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[GENEVIEVE JOSEPHINE BEAUCHAMP]

As she stood there and listened to the male standing before her speak, Genevieve suddenly felt a bit overwhelmed. Her heart was being pulled in multiple directions at the moment and she didn't know what she was to feel at the current moment in time. Was she supposed to feel sad because her father had been taken from her prematurely, was she supposed to feel excited that her father had brother her and Graham together to talk one-on-one, or was she supposed to feel upset that Graham thought that she had moved on from him? Figuring that she should deal with the feelings that came to her last, Genevieve decided that speaking about how she was a bit upset about Graham thinking that she had moved on from him was the right option for the moment. "Graham, my father probably brought us together, because he knows how I feel about you. My feelings never changed. I still like you as much as I did when we were still at Hogwarts," the female said. "I can see now that it was a bit of a mistake to continue on liking you this much, because based on how you said what you just did, you don't feel the same way."

Feeling sort of pathetic for even thinking that she had even a slim chance with Graham Montague, Genevieve looked down at the ground. Letting go of Graham's grasp on her, Genevieve bent down and took her heels off, then began walking towards the plateau. Well, it was more as if she were limping than walking, but she still started on the path back to the plateau. Genevieve would have her mother look at her ankle, since she was the one that knew a bunch of the medical spells. "You are still welcome to join my family for dinner, since my father sent you all this way to speak to me," Genevieve told the male, as she looked over her shoulder slightly. She wasn't getting anywhere too quickly, so it wasn't as if she had made it that far yet or anything. "And you can forget that I said anything about liking you still, Graham. It'll probably be for the better, anyway," the beautiful French brunette said to the male.

[GRAHAM ADAM MONTAGUE]

why couldn't this situation have blessed him right out of hogwarts? why did it wait so long? yes he had seen her, around. not like they kept up in each others worlds, he the quidditch keeper, she was well amazing at whatever her title was. plus he wasn't to keen on a relationship ideas, since well they ended things. but he had the company of woman, extremely intoxicated since he couldn't pluck up the courage to go over them without a a large shove in the direction and would often end up with a real quiet man. well no matter he was quiet. it was all depending if he could trust you enough to even open his mouth. he might have had some serious ravenclaw tendencies there, but the snake overwhelmed it. and his next words surprised even himself "Then why end it? Make us both miserable?" he said asking, he knew why. her career, his quidditch career he wasn't going to stop his fast track career for anything. not a woman, he was just so thankful he wasn't at it a lone. "You say these words to me six years later. Genvieve, you need to look at your life." he said softly, he took a step closer to her. "Now I never said it I didn't care for you. I get jealous when I see you in fashion spreads. Avalanche usually hides all the magazines so I don't see it." he said his voice was soft. maybe, he was trying to win points. who knows if it would work.

when he felt her let go of him, he was taken back by her actions. and this made him set a little closer to her, hearing her words he threw up his hands. "Merlin's shorts Genevieve." he said softly to her, watching his ex girlfriend remover her shoes. "Stop moving. You're going to destroy you're ankle" his voice was stern, he didn't get this tone very often with well anyone. he wouldn't to do this to a dog, but this was frustrating. this damn woman, maybe he could rekindle things. was that possible? taking another step towards her, his arms extended as he picked her up rather bridal style in his grasp. she was as about as heavy as he expected her to be; she could have been a little lighter than Av. but he wasn't going to put money on that one. "Now, since this had to happen like this, I will probably have to endure dinner with you're family to explain this to your brothers." he said, his big brother radar kicked in, he would kill any man who touched his sisters that were not related to her. walking carrying her was easy, he keep his footing where he could see it. he watched his feet a little but he was a little taken aback when Gen allowed him to touch her.

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attire - look
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