My Wit Won't Allow It{Javier}

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Oh what fun. Odette thought to herself as she crossed her legs. Today she had wore a colorful dress. Though it hugged her curves perfectly and somehow it seemed to fit her. Purple high heels adorned her feet. Her smooth irovy legs could be seen quite clearly. Make up lightly done, she had on thin glasses and her hair pulled back in a bun. Though regardless she still looked like herself, even with herself reaching a bit back to her roots. She was doing what she loved to but with one of the worst people possible. Javier, he frustrated her. They had done a stupid thing while both were drunk. Well she hoped both of them had been, after all she could more then assure that she had been.

Never would she do something so personal with him and well she had apparently. It frustrated her. The stupid way he sat there looking all handsome, it made her have a grudge against him even more. Not that she hated him, that was not the case at all. She found him irresistable and god did she hate him for that. The way he stuck himself into her head. He knew he was doing it. After all he was no idiot and she knew that he was perfectly aware of what he did to her. Her focus regardless was still on the interview. Taking her glasses off, Odette gave him a small smile. "Well..." she paused for a moment and took her hair down. It comforted her more to have it around her and she lightly leaned down and put the ribbon she had in her hair back in her bag. Running a hand threw her hair she looked at him. "It would appear our interview is over" her eyes looked away from his.

They were in the one probably most awkward place for her to be. His home. "I thank you Mr. Demery" a bit of her french accent came out and she sighed. Getting up, Odette walked over to the desk where she had kept the brief case she had brought with her. It was a bit different and she put the quil back in, with the parchment she had used. Her interview was on it and well Odette was attempting to get herself out of this situation. Things were so awkward for her, after all she never did those sort of things. Plus he locked eyes with her the whole interview, those eyes that burned threw her. Taking in a breath, she closed her eyes for a fraction of a second. This was meant to be a serious interview. He was a snatcher and well she had wanted to get a perspective on the world from his eyes.

So here she was in the house of the one person she tried to avoid for so long. Breathing in she turned around. Her eyes seemed not to meet his, after all the last thing she really ever wanted to do was make eye contact. Hands linked together, she brushed the side of her arm and looked down at the floor. Her eyelashes fluttered as she looked down at her purple shoes. Odette had no idea what to say. 'Oh hey we got drunk sooo...' all of it was just bad. Honestly she just didn't know what to say to him. Plus she thought if he looked into his stupid pretty face again she'd die. God those eyes burned threw her.

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[Javier Demery]

Javier had, true to his character, remained polite and soft-spoken throughout the interview. He was dressed in a dark suit with a striped blue tie that brought out the color in his eyes, and his hair was tamed as ever. It was a novel experience, to say the least, to speak with a person openly about what he did. Odette's readers would like him to go into detail about what he did, he expected, so that they could get a thrill out of the way that people were being handled and in turn condemn him for it. It was only the nature of God's most hideous creatures to judge others while not ever putting themselves into the same category. All that Javier could do was answer the questions about what he thought, and not speak so much of what actually went on when the hunt began. It was happening all the time; he was lucky, in fact, to have the leisure to give an interview at all.

Why would he deny Odette, anyway? She was a powerful person in his opinion; not powerful like Voldemort or like the Minister of Magic, though there was a strength about her that he had always been attracted to. The past was not lost on him. While he never mentioned what happened and never even looked at Odette in a way that would give the impression that he was or had ever been interested during the duration of the interview. Once it was over he watched her remove her glasses and let her hair down. Perhaps, like he kept to himself during the interview and seemingly concentrated only on the subject at hand, she had her own way of keeping her personal self on the outside. The glasses and the bun made herself a professional. He rose to his feet , one arm behind his back, then bowed his head slightly. “If you insist you have enough to write something worthwhile, then I have done my part. When do you imagine that it will be published, Ms. Beauregard?” He wanted to read it, to make sure that she hadn't represented him falsely. He did not really think that she was the sort.

He watched her cross to the desk to retrieve her briefcase. For a fleeting moment he did allow his eyes to take in what her dress allowed, but it was only a moment which he mentally berated himself for afterward. Physical wants would never take him over again, that was the fate of the lesser man. What he had done before he had done intentionally, and would never let any part of his basic nature to overtake his mind. His eyes gravitated toward hers when she turned back. She didn't seem to want to meet him halfway, so he just smirked for a moment. “Oh, you will not be leaving already, yes? Why don't you stay and have a drink?” He reached out one arm slightly so that she wouldn't answer just yet. “Only one, I promise. I happen to be low in the stores at any rate.” He wouldn't try anything with her out of nowhere, so she could trust that. He only wanted to tie up some loose ends in their past, and see where that would get them in the future.

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He was just so good at this good guy act. Not that he was a bad guy well he sort of was she guessed from a view but he acted worse then he really was. Odette was smart enough to catch up on that after all she might be foreign but that did not make her stupid. She hated her hair in her eyes, plus without her glasses sometimes she felt a bit unfocused. Around him she needed all the focus that she could get. There was no doubt she knew that people would most likely write him off as a sort of villan. He seemed not to be bothered by it though, after all what did he really care? He was above it all after all. She knew he held himself up there and maybe that was why she let herself get so frustrated with him. What made him so much better then others?

He liked some sort of strength in her and well Odette could not help but laugh, he should of met her a few years back. It was from her sisters constant bullying and abuse that she had become this way. That girl had tortured her from day one and even now came up with new ideas on how to drive her up the walls. Now though she had become more independent and would stand up to her even at the worst of times. Odette nodded "oh yes I think I'll have enough on a day in the life of a snatcher to last me a while". Her crystal eyes locked onto him for a moment and they looked like they could burn right threw him. In her own way to some men she was terrifying.

At work some of them were afraid of her, oh Odette knew it. Most of them were not nearly as driven as Odette and well they had not adapted to someone with such a drive. "Hm I imagine in only a few weeks" she said running a hand threw her long blonde locks. "I'll probably write it up today and the publishers will have to scan threw it but most of the time I don't have to worry to much about edits" she shrugged her shoulders as though it was easy. Well for now it was easy for her, usually they liked her writing so much that she never even had to worry about them sending it back. Odette would make sure to represent him fairly after all if there was one thing that she hated was the writers who inserted lies into their articles. The Daily Prophet lately had been doing just that.

Physical attraction was a curious thing for Odette and she never really realized as far as herself, how aware others were. After all threw out school her sister had called her ugly duckling and well that was about all she remembered. It was funny how stuff like that always stuck with you. Odette was so bad at not holding a grudge for all of that stuff but she thought that she had to have been getting better. When he made the statement that almost made him sound like she could not leave yet, her eyes narrowed and she sucked her cheeks in. If there was one emotion that was easy to read on Odette it would have to be frustration. She made all sorts of facial expressions and had a tendency to twirl the closest hair to her face.

Her thoughts wandered back to why he had to be so mind numbingly charming. She hated him for it and it always left such a look on her face. "I have to write and plus I've got-" she stopped herself in the middle of her lie. Well it was partly one if she did anything she would probably go home and work on her article. She was the classic workaholic and well outside of rare social events about all she did was work. "Fine" she said rather forceful as she let out a deep breath "just one drink Javier" his name got a little mixed up in her french accent. Maybe she should of stopped being so bitter but it was really one of the few emotions you could read well on her. Most people found it to be seemingly entertaining when she grew frustrated. Plus her accent seemed to be more defined. "So how has the one fantastic life of a snatcher been?" she said smirking at him.

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[Javier Demery]

The life of a snatcher... Javier did not care for generalizations that would put him in the same category as the other snatchers, those that were rejects of success and failures at life. They were the ones who did allow their base instincts to overpower them. They were out for blood. Lust ran rampant in at least a few that he was acquainted with. But they were easy to control when you promised them what they wanted, and that was how Javier led his faction. Some of them hardly even realized that they were being led in the first place, like sheep and the dog nipping at their heels. The only difference that he could tell was that sheep had the sense to fear the dogs. Perhaps with Javier speaking it would not seem they were all as driven to idiocy as they were. “One request, if you would. Be careful with that word, 'snatcher',” he said, pretending not to notice her burning gaze. At least she was looking at him now.

He hadn't gone into detail about anything. He wanted to increase the fear, let people know that what Voldemort was doing was serious without giving them enough information to arm themselves if they were enemies. Reassuring the pure-bloods that the problem would be taken care of while at the same time not providing information where it would matter to the others. Javier was careful with his words each time he opened his mouth. He was certain he'd done well, not ever mentioning the taboo or how many of them were currently employed as 'mercenaries'. He had made it seem like it was a lot of information. Yes, some of the snatchers would be angry that he'd spoken at all, but they were blind fools who couldn't see that admitting there were people out hunting others would actually drive many of the people to second guess themselves and try to hide somewhere else. They would get them while they were out in the open.

Javier nodded when she stated that it would be a few weeks. As they were sent here and there, he would have to make sure to get a paper when that article was due to be released. Odette's expression which soon followed did amuse Javier, but only because he had not actually done anything to Odette that she could blame him for, did he? What happened between them was one of those 'dual participation' events. Whatever he could be blamed for, he could blame her for as well. “You look as though you're angry with me.” He gave her a smile that was both amused and concerned at once. Two things that shouldn't have balanced as well as they did now. “What happened in the past is the past. Because both of us had a part in it, I never did blame you, Odette.” He wondered why women were more often the ones that held the grudges when it came to romance and the more physical side of things. He was glad to see her because she was one of the few people in the world that he respected. And he was greeted with barely veiled frustration. It didn't bother him as he'd expected it. But he'd rather have her on his side in some form or other than out of his life again once the interview was over.

He gathered them glasses and began pouring a drink when he heard her question. He glanced over his shoulder briefly, turned his attention back to the drinks until they were precisely the same (he held them against each other and waited until the liquid ceased its side-to-side motion), then brought them back to Odette. He passed her one and lightly moved the contents of his while looking into the glass. “Not as wonderful as you might expect,” he said, his tone not one of sarcasm but the words themselves clearly so. “Those above us believe that we're all incompetent and those below are afraid of us. It is one field where you definitely have to prove yourself. I would consider it a greater challenge than the job I held before, which was all about my name and family history rather than true talent and determination. I suppose that's why I wanted to keep it.” He looked up at Odette with a slight smirk on his face. “Ah, my response and the question that preceded it sound suspiciously fit for the interview.”

He sat down on a comfortable looking old chair, his smirk becoming a genuine smile again. “Why don't we speak as old friends instead? How have you been? I understand that the writing business isn't quite what it used to be.” Javier was benefiting from what was going on in the wizarding world. But so were the writers of newspapers. Always they were looking for something that would sell. Now they hardly had to power up their braincells in order to come up with something controversial or informative. Odette was one of the journalists that seemed to put truth and her own love of writing ahead of money and fame. God, he would love to have more people like her in the business. He took a small sip of the drink. He was generally conservative with his alcohol, drinking it when he had company of a reputable nature. Odette was not his usual guest but what she lacked in typical benefit she more than made up for in charm and intrigue. For Javier, at least. And naturally that was all that he was worried about.