September 29th, 1890 — Black's, Hogsmeade
From the tone of his letter he was already on a wrong footing with Tiberius Lestrange which irked him immensely, it also persuaded him further that Miss Lestrange's relatives had seen off past suitors. It was an awkward family situation - she lived with her uncle but ordinarily she would be her brother's ward and so he had to mind two men instead of the one father a lady usually had. He had prioritized the gentleman whose roof she lived under thus far but the longer he waited to ingratiate himself with the brother, the more it would seem like a slight and lack of respect. Damn it all he hated this, it was one thing to woo Miss Lestrange, he resented having too woo the brother too.
Hating the situation didn't make it go away though and that left him to either accept it and do what was necessary or reject it and give up Miss Lestrange. Well the latter was unthinkable, Miss Lestrange was a rare creature and he'd have to wait years for new debutantes to come along to stand a chance of finding a comparable replacement. So here he was at Black's nice and early to meet Miss Lestrange's disgruntled brother. Hopefully the man wasn't completely set against him and could be worked upon or else he'd need more than a few drinks to get through the evening.
Charles made a point of turning up very early, early enough to be there before Mr. Lestrange so that he might recover some ground with him that way. The wait was tedious but he supposed necessary, even if this groveling of sorts was deeply abhorrent to him.
"Ah, Mr. Lestrange, good evening." He rose to greet him and extended a hand.
Tiberius Lestrange
Hating the situation didn't make it go away though and that left him to either accept it and do what was necessary or reject it and give up Miss Lestrange. Well the latter was unthinkable, Miss Lestrange was a rare creature and he'd have to wait years for new debutantes to come along to stand a chance of finding a comparable replacement. So here he was at Black's nice and early to meet Miss Lestrange's disgruntled brother. Hopefully the man wasn't completely set against him and could be worked upon or else he'd need more than a few drinks to get through the evening.
Charles made a point of turning up very early, early enough to be there before Mr. Lestrange so that he might recover some ground with him that way. The wait was tedious but he supposed necessary, even if this groveling of sorts was deeply abhorrent to him.
"Ah, Mr. Lestrange, good evening." He rose to greet him and extended a hand.
