Magic Is Might Continues

Bodies found in Upper Flagley

Posted on: 30 June, 1998

Their campsite was found destroyed by muggle authorities days after they were taken.

Upper Flagley, a small town which took to the Ministry’s anti-muggle policies like birds take to air, is now finding themselves some serious hot water. Over 1/3 of the population in the town have been charged with various crimes ranging from vandalism to murder; it’s the highest rate of any wizard village in the country. Although the pureblood youth program was immediately reconfigured after the war to accept halfbloods and muggleborns, the gesture seems too little too late to the muggleborn residents of Upper Flagley who watched last year as many of their pureblood neighbours turned against them.

The town faced additional embarrassment and shame when the remains of five muggle campers were found late yesterday afternoon. Earlier under the previous administration, the town had bragged that it had captured these hikers when they accidentally wondered too close to the magical abode.  Although rebels made many attempts to rescue them the town had always managed to block such efforts.

The remains, which included the bodies of three adults and two children, showed evidence of torture, despite their decayed state.  After doing a bit of research, it became clear that the bodies belong to Mr. and Mrs. Greenwich and their two children, 10 year old Eddie and 7 year old Clara. The fifth body is appears to be that of Mark Cooper, who was their family friend.  All five of them were declared missing by the muggle police around the same time Upper Flagley bragged of capturing muggles. The family was also known to frequent those woods due to an annual camping trip.

The bodies have been returned to their families and the muggle police have labelled the murders as the work as a lone mass murderer. As the family and friends of these muggles mourn their loved ones, Aurors have been hard at work trying to find out exactly who in Upper Flagley tortured and killed these people. Right now suspicion falls on Frank and Myrna Godwin, the couple who started the pureblood youth group back in October. When auror searched their house they found the wedding ring that was later identified as Mrs. Greenwich and in the basement was a child’s shoe with blood on it that may have belonged to Eddie.

Although neither Godwin is willing to comment, their lawyer Steven Eden had this to say, “These charges are nonsense. My clients have always obeyed the laws and have been loyal citizens to the Ministry.”

When asked about the pureblood youth group that was set up by his clients that took part in hunting “undesirables”, Eden became very defensive.  “What were my clients supposed to do? They couldn’t go against the Ministry, and the Ministry wanted them to do it. They were just trying to protect their family.” Shortly after Mr. Eden terminated the interview.

Mr. and Mrs Greenwich were both doctors (muggle Healers) who, according to colleagues, devoted their lives to helping people in the poorest parts of London receive healthcare. Mark Cooper was a police officer, the muggle counterpart to our Aurors. Clara, who was described as a typical seven year old who loved animals, would have celebrated her 8th birthday today. From the evidence found, it appears that Mark Cooper was killed immediately while the family survived for months in the hands of their captors. It is unknown exactly how they died although the Killing Curse is the most probable cause, with the exception of  Mr. Greenwich, who possibly died from a broken neck.

The Greenwich family and Mark Cooper were  kidnapped, tortured, and murdered without fully understanding why. Too often when the victims are muggles the abusers are never found. After the last war, less than half of the muggle killings were ever solved. Hopefully, the investigation into these murders are signalling a change, and muggle killings will get the amount of attention they deserve.

254 Responses to "Bodies found in Upper Flagley"

Oh my Merlin, I think my dad might have known them. He works with so many other doctors. All I can say is justice is needed. I mean this was an innocent muggle family that did nothing to us.
I’ll see you this weekend Becca. We’re setting up a tend and something called dunk tank has been ordered, whatever that is.
(I won’t be on as often anymore classes start tuesday)

Don’t you see? The Purebloods are still getting away with murder. The news is pinning the blame on random citizens. The Government is as corrupt as ever. Truly, these are dark times.

No, these people are being charged. This Ministry is doing good, Umbridge, the Carrows, they are all in prison. This is not a perfect Ministry, but I will take it over the previous one anyway.

How ridiculous. What’s with this town anyway? Are they still following the Ministry’s old guidelines, or what?

I think Becca is downplaying the seriousness of the situation.

At least SOMETHING useful happened…

Too bad the two of us live so far away from Upper Flagley, huh? Also, too bad we were in Hogwarts at the time all the fun was happening.

Yeah, really!

((Meet me on Anti-Rebellion protest???))

((Sure, I’ll try. There are so many replies, and the IE at my work is crap, so I might not be able to read the newest ones. We’ll see. FUN FACT: This article is date 30 June, which is my birthday IRL. That makes me smile. LOL))

((Okay, thanks! I’ve been so bored I’ve been holding a long arguement with myself! Happy birthday! Kinda.))

Fun? I dearly hope you aren’t referring to murder and kidnapping and torture as fun.

Killing splits the soul, you know.

I wholeheartedly agree with Mr. Cohen, I think this is a far more serious thing than Becca is making it out to be. Our world is in the middle of a seriously unstable time, a time where many people may be unconvinced that the dark side had it all wrong, and this time may last a while. Muggle killings like this… oh my goodness. This is a sure sign that we have not re-convinced everyone, and that worries me very much.
Actually, I myself found some of the evidence against the Godwins, I was the Auror that searched the building and found that wedding ring. I am absolutely disgusted that Mr. Eden is so vehemently denying that the Godwins are guilty, as I am nearly certain they are.
As I said, this is quite worrying. There is such thing as a healthy amount of fear, and I’m rather surprised by how blasé some people are being about this. This particular incident going unpunished may be the little thing we need to push us back over the edge to the time where muggle killings were common, and I know none of us want that to happen.

The kidnappings and murders aren’t a recent thing, they took place during the war. (ooc: It was from the original MiM site, so I can’t take all the credit for making the story up.) It’s not going unpunished, the aurors have been investigaiting, and are expected to charge the Godwins very soon.

I know they’ve happened before, and that’s precisely why I’m worried! During both wars, there’ve been muggles being murdered left, right and centre, and I’m just nervous they’re starting up again, I suppose. What I’m saying is that at such an unstable time we could very quickly backslide to where we were a few months ago, Voldemort alive or not. And I am one of the Aurors investigating the Greenwichs’ murder, as a matter of fact, and as of yet the Godwins have not been punished at all. Oh, I thought this would all end after the war…

Thankfully there haven’t been any muggle murders since the war ended. As an auror you know that they have only just found the evidence. It will take a couple of weeks to gather more evidence, build a case, and get a jury together. The Godwin’s aren’t getting off unpunished, we just have to go through the proper court processes first. We can’t just chuck people in jail on the mere suspicion that they committed the crime.

((OOC: Oops… Oh my goodness, I got a little confused there, I thought the murders themselves were after the war… I guess I need to read these a little more carefully. Sorry! Let’s see if Stella can smooth this over…))

Yeah. I suppose I’m just a little jumpy since the war ended. I know the rest of the team and I are still searching for evidence, we should have enough to make a case fairly soon. As always, I just wish we could do something faster, but you’re right, this whole thing takes time.

I know when this happened,I’m speaking about your wording. “Took to the Ministries anti-muggle policies like birds to air”It was a terrible way of saying that they accepted the policies.

Not really *terrible*, just a touch cliché.

Positive that its terrible.It’s in bad taste. If I were to be killed by some group calling themselves the Knights Of Cambridge tonight I wouldn’t want someone trying to sound clever while mentioning my murderers.

True, true. I’m sure I wouldn’t either.

*Soaked owl delivers letter and leaves before the chance of being sent with a reply is even a thought in her head*

I get the feelin’ you’re tryin’ to tell me
Is there something I don’t know?
What excuse are you tryin’ to sell me?
Should I be reading stop or go, I don’t know

Sal…I can’t wait to see you again. *Holds letter up to imagine him writing it, despite having no idea where he writes/what that place looks like*

My dear Little Twit,

I love you. I don’t know if I can say it enough. I love you, I love you, I love you. I’m counting down the days until I can see you again.

You should know something. I’ve come to trust you. I know you wouldn’t do anything stupid. I mean, you wouldn’t, would you? No, that’s a ridiculous thought. You said you loved me. I trust your decisions; you’re a smart kid. Just another reason I’ve fallen in love with you…

I love cats. During the war I took in abandoned/homeless cats that the Rebellion got and that I found on the street. I’ve had to give all but one back to their owners. I’d absolutely love another kitten! If you have any left, of course.

As for getting a hair cut…well, I sort of like the way it is now. Maybe if you just got it trimmed, that would be okay. Don’t do anything ridiculous like shave it all off. Your hair frames your face, and it’s a good look on you.

Sal, my love, I would never, ever, EVER ask you to take that risk for me. I was stupid to think it and even stupider to write it. Please, please, please, don’t do anything that will put yourself at risk just for me. You still have your whole life ahead of you. Don’t ruin it now.

You aren’t on the “wrong side” any more than I am. The war is over. We just have to get over the past (if that’s possible).

And I’m gonna keep on lovin’ you
‘Cause it’s the only thing I wanna do
I don’t wanna sleep
I just wanna keep on lovin’ you

I’m looking forward to you telling me what you’ve been up to! You said it would be humorous? Good. I’m going to need a laugh when I get out of here.

Love, forever, now, and always,
-Gates

If you’re down and confused
And you don’t remember who you’re talking to
Concentration slips away
Because your baby is so far away…

*OWL*

Gates, my Gates
You are so strong and I feel so weak. If only we’d had more time before you went away. How can I feel that I know your soul when I don’t even know your birthday? My mind is racing all the time and I just haven’t been thinking straight. I don’t know how can keep control of myself. I just want to march (swim) right up to those prison doors and demand to see you. Myles once said that I’ve been twitchy. Well, I do feel like I’m coming out of my skin! It’s not fair for me to be whining like this when you are forced to lie there on a, oh dear, please tell me you at least have a cot! It makes me want to rip down all the trappings that surround me right now so that I can feel somehow nearer to you. I’ve got so many things to tell you, some not so good, and oh, these owls. I’m sick to death of this.
I just worry. All the time.
I worry I won’t see your face
Light up again
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find
You and I collide

I’m not even making any sense, I know. But I feel you do know. And that’s just one reason why I love you.

Counting the days,
LT

*Puzzled* Why do you make me feel so weak? Every time I think of you, I feel like I can’t breathe. My god, I never knew anything like this could happen to me.

*Return owl*

My love,

3 May, 1980.

You say you don’t know much about me, but I know even less about you. When is your birthday? When we picnic…when we picnic, I’ll tell you everything.

I’m not strong, I’m just mad. Every time I get a letter from you I get more and more elated. Azkaban is a very lonely place. I’ll admit, I’ve cried myself to sleep more than once. Reminding me: yes, I have a little bed. The Aurors here are good to me; they gave me an extra blanket because there was a bad storm a couple of days ago. I hope they did the same for everyone else here; I’d feel terrible if they didn’t!

If you came here to see me, I don’t know if I’d hug you or slap you. The trip to Azkaban isn’t pleasant, even with someone who knows the way. Please don’t do anything that would put your life at risk, please. If you got caught or…*swallows hard* killed, I don’t know what I’d do. Something raving, no doubt.

“Some not so good”…? Sal, my love, what on earth have you done? If you’ve done something that I can help you with, tell me. You know I’ll do anything for you.

I get high when I see you go by
My oh my.
When you sigh, my, my insides just fly,
Butterfly.
Why am I so shy when I’m beside you?

It’s only love and that is all,
Why should I feel the way I do?
It’s only love, and that is all,
But it’s so hard loving you.

Love,
-G

P.S.- Do you still have kittens?

*Owl from Azkaban arrives at Sal’s window. Taps at pane. Sal is gone*

(OOC: Not sure what an owl does in this case. Would it track him down on his picnic?)

(OOC: No, I think the owl would just wait for someone to open the window.)

*owl*

Myles,

I wanted to update you on Sal’s and my date, in case your cousin hadn’t told you anything. It went surprisingly well. I wasn’t sure, seeing as how I’d only seen Sal as a brother before, but he can be rather charming in his element. It’s also a plus that he’s from a good, pureblood family. My parents are thrilled about the idea of a pureblood marriage somewhere down the line.

I think Sal and I are going to keep trying to get to know each other better. I don’t know how much will be able to come out of all this while he’s so young, but we’ll see.

–Garland

*owl*
Garland,
I am so glad you enjoyed yourself. Sal hasn’t said much about your date, but he did come back with a huge grin on his face so I assumed it went well.
I’m also pleased to hear that you are going to continue going out. If you need ideas about things to do may I suggest a picnic (ooc: I know I’m a little behind!).
I really can’t thank you enough for agreeing to go out with him. I believe you’re just the thing he needs to get over his little crush. Take care and keep in touch.
~Myles

((OOC: Honestly, I’m not that torn up about you being behind, because I’ve been behind for…like…a month. I just made up that Myles-told-Garland-to-do-a-picnic story, because Neely/Sal suggested she bring a picnic basket (so he can be more screwed up than he already is) and that didn’t seem like something Garland would come up with all on her own. I dunno, she doesn’t seem like a big picnic person to me.))

*owl*

Sal,

I enjoyed our date. I wanted to let you know that I appreciated it and I hope you had a good time as well. I know you were a little sullen about the whole thing, but I know you’ve been clearly upset about something for a while now, so I can excuse that. If you’d be interested on going on another date, I’d be open to that. I know there’s a slight age difference between us, but if nothing else, at least we’re getting to know each other better.

Hope you are well,
Garland

*heart is pounding as owl leaves with letter to Gates and another arrives from Garland*

*maybe just one more date – for appearances only*

Garland,
I’d be really happy if I could have another chance. I truly didn’t mean to appear sullen. I think I was just a little dumbstruck because I guess we were sort of on another playing field so to speak. It was kinda fun getting caught in the rain, but hopefully we can have better weather next time. Would you like to come by and look at the kittens tomorrow? My mother would no doubt be thrilled to see you. Then we could maybe go out somewhere.

Looking forward to hearing from you,
Sal

*rolls eyes at Sal’s reply. The boy is hopeless, but can’t help but smile a little as she reads the letter*

Sal,

I’m not blaming you for appearing sullen. That’s what you get for associating with those kinds of people–I believe we both know of whom I speak. I was only stating an observation. It was quite fun getting caught in the rain. I don’t think I’ve laughed so hard in a long time. I would love to come look at the kittens tomorrow and see your mother.

See you soon,
Garland

*Strolling along country roads with… Garland
It starts to rain, it begins to pour.
Without an umbrella we’re soaked to the skin.
I feel a shiver run up my spine.
I feel the warmth of her hand (near) mine.
Oo, I hear laughter in the rain,
walking (hand in hand) with… Garland
Oo, how I love the rainy days
and the happy way I feel inside.*

*asks Mum to help with my hair*

*shows up at the Selwyn mansion with a picnic basket. Myles had implied that Sal likes picnics, so why not? It will be nice to get away from the stuffy manions for a little while, and maybe that little bugger Gilbert won’t appear out of nowhere. I might have to hex him if he does, Slytherin or not.*

*knocks on door of mansion, waits for answer*

*Why am I so nervous? It’s not like I’m not from an upstanding pureblood family of my own. That’s why Myles tried to set this whole thing up anyway…right?*

Oh, hello, Madame Selwyn. It’s a pleasure to see you again. Did Sal tell you I would be stopping by?

(OOC: I normally wouldn’t interrupt anything like this, but I have to say it.

Burned. Times infinity Gates has been burned.)

((OOC: Mwahahaha. In my defense, the picnic thing…ENTIRELY Neely/Sal’s idea. Blame her.))

(OOC: How does that not surprise me too much?

I’ve already started mentally drafting my “Sal, we need to talk” letter because I think Myles/Becca will send Gates a “Sal-just-went-out-with-Garland” letter. I love how dramatic this all is. If only we could just skip 7 days to Gates getting out (I had a crazy dream where Gates/Garland were duelling over Sal, then realized that would never happen).)

((OOC: Um…because we’ve been playing this game together for, what, six months? We’ve all learned in that time that Neely/Sal is a twisted, twisted person. 😛

Oh, I know! I’m loving the drama! And what are you talking about? I can totally picture Gates and Garland duking it out. Maybe not over Sal, but a good duel is a little over-do between Garland and, honestly, most of the “good guys.”))

(OOC: I think we’re all a bit messed up. And oh, yeah, a duel between Garland and Gates is long overdue, but they wouldn’t fight over Sal. Gates would have to let him go otherwise she’d be so guilty she’d go mad (again).

In the meantime, I’m trying to think of a dramatic chord for this song I’m working on for the piano. Any suggestions (which is completely random because for all I know you don’t know anything about music)?)

((OOC: That awkward moment when I’m so freaking tired that I typed “over-do” instead of “overdue” and didn’t even realize it. *slaps self* Bad English major!

Well, I PLAY music…and I have music training. But for the life of me, I couldn’t tell you what chord to use. A minor one, perhaps? lol If I was at home, I’d just harrass my roomie into giving me a suggestion to give you, but…alas.))

(OOC: And now I’m cracking up! Bad English major indeed! :p

It’s okay, I’ll figure one out. I’m getting better at stringing notes together. I hope I’ll be able to post this song sometime…)

((OOC: Let’s take this to a new thread to play out the scene when/if you come back))

((OOC: Whaaaat?! You don’t want to sift through Gates’s and my nonsensical ramblings? Well, okay then. :) I think I missed you tonight, though. Fail again. Oops. I’ll probably be around tomorrow off and on, if I can get my fun trick to work so I can read the comments on the crap IE at work.))

((OOC: Okay, we have an aged dog who keeps whining in the middle of the night. So it’s bad enough if I’m the only one who hears her and bothers to get up. Is there a special hex for my son and my husband to get even with them? But then to not be able to go back to sleep for thinking about these characters. It’s just too much! And reading the little ooc ramblings you guys did yesterday was way too fun. And Lyn/Georgia arguing with herself. Mental! And loving it. I will never be able to post during the day on school days because our user agreement for our district doesn’t allow blogging. So I’ll add a bit now to what’s happening on the blanket. You can add some when you get the chance and we can wrap it up in the evening so that Myles can do his worst. And Gates can do her Whatever-Gates-Does-When-She-Suspects-Deceit thing.))

(OOC: That would be restless pacing and thoughts of ripping off heads *insert maniacal laugh here*.

Can we do Rawson/Chiante’s lunch too?)

((OOC: Garland, if you’re free, let’s argue. I don’t know what about, but arguing is fun!))

I’m guessing your trick stopped working…

((Nope, still working for the time being. Don’t know how many more replies it will work for, but I’m good. Internet froze and I had to, like, get some work done.))

Chiante, if you’re there, I wanted to say thank you for lunch again. The Majestic Unicorn was quite good (I had my doubts because of the name).

If you’re free any time soon, would you like to do something else? I find myself enjoying things more and more in your company.

Also, this is a horrible tragedy. I can’t say anything else for fear of being a hypocrite.

Yes, well, the Majestic Unicorn gets a bad wrap because of its name. I judged it too when I went the first time with a couple of friends several years ago. Thank you for trusting me and going.

I would love to do something else. Honestly, outside of tutoring, I haven’t done anything this summer. I desperately need to get out of the house more. I enjoy your company as well.

I agree–horrible tragedy. But you’re not a hypocrite. You were brainwashed. You worked for Umbridge, it was bound to happen. You’ve come back around, and that’s what matters most now.

Of course, my dear! Would you like to go to Hogsmeade, say, tomorrow? I’ll make you dinner instead of going out, if that’s okay with you. I have a new recipe I’ve been itching to try out, and with no one around…well, I haven’t been able to try it yet.

That sounds lovely. I didn’t know you could cook!

Ah, well…I don’t want to scare you off, but cooking isn’t my expertise. I’ve been trying, though, and some of my recipes have come out pretty well.

I hope you have no objections to anything with pasta.

It’s just not everyday I meet a guy who even wants to *try* a recipe, regardless of whether it turns out good or not. I’m impressed.

Nope, no objections to pasta.

Excellent! I shall see you tomorrow then!

Also, I forgot to ask: do you have any allergies I should know about? I’d hate to have something happen to you because you ate something I made.

That’s sweet. But, no, no allergies for me. At least not food-related ones. I’m allergic to bees, but unless you plan to make a pasta dish with a bunch of bee stingers, then I should be fine. 😉

The thought hadn’t occurred to me to put any sort of bee products in, so don’t worry about that.

I’m looking forward to tomorrow now more than ever!

Rawson- would it be possible for you to come by Kensley place today or tomorrow. I think there are some things we need to start, at least, an initial plan on.

Of course, Athena. If it’s fine with you, I’ll drop by this afternoon after lunch.

I quite agree, we need to start planning. The new term starts in two months!

Excellent, after lunch is perfect.

(OOC: I posted this on the page about the protest, but wanted to make sure you all saw it:

(OOC: To all my MIM Continues friends: It is not often that a 55 year old mother and grandmother can mingle with much, much younger folks and have such a wonderful time. I want to thank you for that.

I’m sorry to say that I won’t be able to participate much for a while. I was really excited about a story line that involved Callidora, Gates, Sal, Myles, Garland and several others and started postings to lead in that direction. I don’t think it would be right to take it any further since I can not determine how/when/if I will be able to participate.

I am working full time, raising my autistic grandson and will now be taking care of my 78 year old father who has advanced age related dementia.

Dad will be moved here this weekend and it will take some time to transition my grandson and him into living happily together. I also have to arrange for in-home care providers for Dad while I am working. There is so much to do in such a short time frame.

Again, I apologize for starting something I can’t finish. Gates knows all the details and can share if she wants to. Feel free to use the storyline in any way you choose. It could be so very devilish but needs someone who can be available to participate consistently.

Take care and keep up the excellent postings. I’ll be back and will check in when I can. It seems so strange, but without ever meeting any of you, I consider you my friends. Very strange when you add in the extreme age ranges.

BTW: Congrats to all the Pottermore entrants. I look forward to hearing about your houses and wands!

TTFN and Long Live the Rebellion – Mystique
Long Live the Dark Lord – Callidora Longblack)

OOC: It’s been a blast, Mystique/Callidora. We’ve had a great run on MiM and MiMC.

I hope you find the time to come back eventually, but it’s completely understandable why you have to leave. I hope things turn out okay for you.

Cheers! I hope to hear from you again one day!

Madame Longblack, it’s been a pleasure – Rawson James McDaniel

Mystique, you’ve been a comfort and inspiration, and I wish you the very best. You won’t be forgotten by those of us who remain from the Rebellion. Stay safe, keep the faith! -Gates

(OOC: You definitely have a lot on your plate right now, and I totally understand why you have to leave. As someone who has a grandfather with alzheimer’s I just want to say I admire you for taking care of your dad like that. I hope everything works out alright. If you ever need to escape from reality for a bit you’re, of course, always welcome here.)

(OOC: Mystique/Callidora, if you ever feel the need to talk [write] about things, feel free to contact me. My mom had vascular dementia, so I know what you’re going through with your dad, and that’s a tough illness to contend with. It was sad and strange when mom no longer knew me … but I learned some very interesting family history she never talked about when well.)

It was Kingsley and some of his pureblood friends. The Government is corrupt. End of story.

The murderers have been caught, you should be happy. Kingsley is not a pureblood maniac, he FOUGHT and Ran the Order of the Phoenix, where have you been?

Kingsley was a spy. What did the Order actually accomplish, huh? Nothing, that’s what. That was because of the efforts of Shacklebolt, the left hand of You-know-who.

I suggest you look up the term ‘slander’ in the dictionary.

I’d rather not. I rather detest dictionarys.

Look Evil get a brain, the Order did what they could and Kingsley guarded the Muggle Minister. Have you ever met Kinglsey? Seriously. He is a good person who lead the Rebellion and FOUGHT AGAINST Voldemort.

That was just to gain people’s trust. It was all a brilliant ploy.

Evil, any kind of extremism – whether anti-pureblood or pro-pureblood-only – is foolish, idiotic and wrong. Blood-status does not determine a person’s character. Judge people on their actions, not their blood status. There are plenty of rotten non-purebloods; there are plenty of wonderful purebloods. Kingsley Shacklebolt is an honest, respectable, admirable man, period.

Although this crime happened during the war, people should be aware that things are not back to normal and are unlikely to be for a long time. As Evil Mudblood demonstrates, prejudice and hatred are not eradicated by victory or defeat, and people hold onto their beliefs far beyond the end of a war. Some cannot accept the war is over and will carry on hostilities on a small scale, hoping to restart the conflict. We are making progress, but we’re still in the very early phases of the recovery process. Be careful, take steps to ensure your safety, but don’t be disheartened by negative events.

Couldn’t have said it better myself.

There may have been great rejoicing and celebrations after the end of the war, but there is still so much to repair. And evil, (since each person does have a little dark in them, as I recall someone on here saying) arises in many forms, and might always exist, just as death is an inevitable end. That doesn’t mean we should give up living and not fight it.

Oh yeah. Conspiracy time! He-who-must-not-be-named is still alive! I have incontrovertible evidence! We are all in danger! The Ministry is again ignoring his return! Please, follow the Lady if you want to live!

I was there for the removal and dumping of the body, he’s gone

Shows how much you know. Hello? Horcuxes? There’s still one left.

What the devil are you talking about? Are you mad?

Out of boredom, our star Legimens snuck up on Harry Potter and got a really nice memory. Voldemort admitting that he, for some reason, thought that turning Ginny Weasley into a Horcrux was a good idea.

*note to self: make sure this deranged bat doesn’t get anywhere near Ginny Weasley*

(OOC: CANNON PLEASE Ms. Ten characters and Ginny was never a horcrux and they were ALL destroyed))

Hey, I am following canon.

VOLDEMORT OUTRIGHT SAYS HE POURED SOME OF HIS SOUL INTO GINNY. LOOK IT UP.

((Athena: Asking Evil M. to stick to cannon is like asking Draco to play nicely. I mean: Have Thoughts Own Like For Me. And by the way, where’s Araminta? Is she related to Sal or to his cousin’s new husband? I can’t remember how we set that up. I’d also like to know more about Terry Boot. He seems awful patient waiting around for you!))

(OOC: That part is true. Tom Riddle’s diary put Voldemort’s soul in Ginny. That part is then destroyed with the rest of the Horcrux and the diary, though, I think.)

((ooc: The piece of Voldemort’s soul in the diary is able to flit out of it and possess a person that gets to close to it. That piece of soul was entirely destroyed, though.))

((ooc: Quoth Hermione: “”While the magical container is still intact, the bit of soul inside it can flit in and out of someone if they get too close to the object. I don’t mean holding it for too long…I mean close emotionally. Ginny poured her heart out into that diary, she made herself incredibly vulnerable. You’re in trouble if you get too fond of or dependent on the Horcrux.””))

(But she was not a Horcrux and I was more referring to you looking into Harry’s memories and actually he did it through the diary which was destroyed as was all remnants of Riddle)

((OOC: Okay. To be play devil’s advocate here, as far as I know the books never actually specifically state that Ginny Weasley is not a horcrux. In fact, I think Ginny being a horcrux is a fair amount more likely than Ron or Hermione, say, because I suppose a small fragment of the soul could have hung on when the diary itself was destroyed. Really, I think one can fairly safely assume that Ginny isn’t a horcrux, but I don’t think this is really a time to bring cannon in to this. In fact, please don’t, as truth be told, I’m rather amused with this whole exchange and don’t really wish for it to end so soon. 😉 ))

(ooc: Can we show this to JK Rowling and ask her to make an 8th book where Ginny is a horcrux? That would make me soo happy.)

My point has been proven. Voldemort’s defeat was a ruse. He is now living inside Ginny Weasley, the lover of his Ultimate enemy. Waiting for the chance to strike…

OOC: You know, I’m so annoyed right now, I’m being really mean again. I apologize for that. I just really, really, hate my life. I’m going to go away now. :)

OOC: Don’t worry about it. Be a jerk if you want. It’s all part of the bigger picture!

OOC: Dang! When I first read that, I thought it was about the twit!

I really want to send Gates her owl. But I thought Garland was on just a while ago… Garland! Garland? Did you read my Q on the Pottermore! page? Are we doing this thing?

No… I don’t think so. I tried to bully Athena again, and I feel terrible about it. I tend to get really personal with this stuff, probably because I have no real friends.

Then just talk about something random. Argue with yourself (I thoroughly enjoy that), go on a completely unrelated tangent, continue writing Ike’s fanfic story. I liked that; the Umbridge dream freaked me out and the rest was good.

Urgh… I don’t like fighting with myself. I find it really odd.

And as for the fanfic… I really have not had time to write since school started. I’m struggling with easy stuff already, and I have like, an overall 3 F’s on my online report card. Oh, and I have to admit, I have still not throughly thought out the reason Ike was expelled from Salem in the first place. I had vague ideas, but they turned out to be completely ridiculous.

I think it makes me crazier than I already am, which is saying something. I don’t always mind, I guess.

That sucks big time. I can’t wait for school to start for me…

What if Ike was expelled for something completely crazy? What if he was dating a muggle girl while in school, or something?

That would be a good idea, except that contradicts Ike’s personal beliefs, which I have not addressed yet in the story. And also, Bells is dating a muggle. Ike is not very happy.

((OOC: I would have a much easier time keeping up with you if you’d let us know when you are RPing or not. Is Ike the Kissed saying he has no friends or you? If it’s Ike, then Neely has nothing to add to this conversation because it’s beyond her, and Sal is too busy with romance. If the real you is saying you have no friends, what does that make us?))

Well, for one thing, I honestly do not feel very attached to anybody on the site. No offense, but I don’t consider you guys my friends.

*huffs off*
Of course we’re not REAL friends. Just the kind of friends that others could probably never “get” like we do. Write yourself a character with sincere thoughts, feelings and failures and you’d be amazed how the story that unfolds can get you caught up in the “friendships” that develop. The Ike of your fanfic could really play into our storylines at any point.

((OOC: I understand how you are feeling, Ike.
And, as Neely says, we are “Just the kind of friends that others could probably never ‘get’ like we do”
But, please don’t leave, Ike! I remember the last time you said you were going to leave, and that was when I created Georgia White, so I have you to thank for that.))

My God…

To be certain, I only just recently learned of far to many massacres and muggleborn hunts that occurred over the past few months, but that doesn’t dull the shock one bit.

I wish I could do something for the families. These muggles were innocents, drawn into a war they couldn’t understand.

It was the government. Let’s overthrow them!

IT was the previous government.

*In Azkaban*

I don’t know if it’s ever taken this long for Sal to reply to a letter…I guess he must be busy. I wonder what he’s doing, though.

-He’s not stupid enough to risk his life, right? *Momentary panic flares then dies down*

=No, no, Sal is intelligent. You keep telling him not to do anything stupid that would ruin his life…

-But even sending me a letter is something stupid that would ruin his life!

=Then as soon as you get out of this place you have to tell him the truth.

-But I don’t want to. I haven’t felt so content with anyone since Julian…I can be myself around Sal, and he won’t think I’m a complete lunatic.

=Or he could think that and just be waiting for the right moment to tell you. Think rationally, you were put in a mental ward. You were in a mental ward. What does that mean?

-But he already knows about that. That’s where we met.

=And do you really think he’ll ever forget about that? Or that you will, for that matter? He thinks he loves you because you saved his life.

-That doesn’t matter. I’m falling in-

=Don’t say it. Come on, you really think you’re falling in love with this kid? The two of you have spoken face-to-face, how many times? Twice? One time his cousin and your brother caught the two of you (and almost killed each other and you) and the other time you were an emotional wreck.

-*Mental cringe* He probably thinks I’m some sort of emotionally needy pathetic little girl after that.

=Yeah. The chances of that are probably pretty high.

-But he seems so different. He really seems to care about what happens to me. He said he wants to see me.

=Didn’t Julian say that? And now look where he is. He’s in bloody India helping Aurors with who knows what. The last time you spoke to him in person was over two years ago. The last letter you got was a year ago when he told you he didn’t want to see you any more.

*Eyes burn with unshed tears that are quickly blinked away. Pacing around tiny candlelit cell begins*

-Sal isn’t Julian, though. He’s treated me like a princess. He acts like he cares about what happens to me.

=Exactly. He acts. For all you know, you’re playing right into some pureblood scheme. You know what Rawson said: the McDaniels and the Selwyns have been enemies for a very long time. Eventually something will happen that will act as a catalyst, and there will be a very bloody and violent war between families.

-I can live with that as long as Sal isn’t hurt. That…I couldn’t keep going if I knew I caused him pain. Not now, at least.

=His parents are the matriarchs of the bloody Selwyn family. No matter what happens, he’s going to be hurt.

-I want to see him. I want to tell him I love-

=You don’t love him. You barely know him.

– -him. I want to be able to walk down a London street and say that I’m with my boyfriend.

=He’s not Julian. Julian won’t come back. Julian is not Sal. Don’t pretend you don’t miss him.

-Fine! I miss Julian. But I can’t stand not seeing Sal either. I know they’re different men; don’t insult my intelligence. Don’t try to say I’m crazy.

You are crazy. You’re arguing about whether or not you want to see Sal Selwyn again. Don’t pretend it isn’t true.

-I love him.

=You barely know him.

-I’ll find out more about him then.

=What if you find you hate everything about him?

-That won’t happen.

=And if it does?

-I…I will have to tell him that I can’t see him. Life will go on. After all, Julian found someone, didn’t he? His letter said he was interested in some Indian witch. Sal will find someone.

=No doubt she’ll be a pureblood from a “respectable” family.

-*Mental Cringe* I don’t want to think about that. I’ve grown so attached to him…I couldn’t bear the thought of giving him up to someone else.

=But would you?

*Pacing stops. Tears spill over eyes for a few seconds before being hastily wiped up. If the Auror guards saw that…well, things wouldn’t be pretty. Utter humiliation.*

Yes. If I had to…if there was no other option, I would let Sal go. I can’t hold him back. It’s a crime within a crime.

Woke up to reality
And found the future not so bright
I dreamt the impossible
That maybe things could work out right
I thought it was you
Who would do me no wrong

A time for us someday there’ll be
When chains are torn by courage born of a love that’s free
A time when dreams so long denied
Can flourish
As we unveil the love we now must hide

*Elaborate doorbell chimes and awakens Sal from his daydream. That must be her. Not as odd this time. Because Myles wasn’t forcing him. When he gets downstairs, he sees Garland is bent over the wooden crate cooing over the tiny kittens and his mum is suggesting that she could have ALL of them when they are old enough. But more horrifying is the vision of a picnic basket and quilt sitting on the bench in the ornate hall.*

Oh, Salazar sweetie. Isn’t Garland a dear? She’s packed this lovely basket of goodies so that the two of you can get out and enjoy the sunshine on this beautiful day. I was just telling her how we couldn’t drag you back in the house on summer days when you were younger. I might recommend that you spread out under that magnificent willow out past the south swimming pond. But you two never mind me. Do as you please, of course. And Garland dear, I’m sure you’ve packed everything you would possibly need, but I know my Salazar has developed a taste for wine. Oh, now, don’t give me that look. I’m not naïve and I’m not ancient either. So let me just run a get a bottle for you two to share just to celebrate summer and budding… friendships and the carefree days of youth. *exits to find house elf*

*Shuffles, hands in pockets and looking at his feet. Garland moves to him and lifts his chin with a finger.*

Come on, Sal. *mimics his pout* This could be nice. *bats eyelashes*

*Don’t stand
Don’t stand so
Don’t stand so close to me*

((OOC: Ah-ha! I found it!))

*at the picnic location, sitting on a blanet*

Oh, come now, Sal. Don’t look so upset all the time. You used to look less…depressed…about everything last year. What on earth could possibly have changed?

*holds out a sandwich, notices Sal’s hesitation*

It’s just a picnic, Sal. I’m not going to poison you. Honestly, it’s like you don’t know me at all. You’re a pureblood, I won’t hurt you.

Your mother seems to be enjoying this whole idea. Does she know this was Myles’s doing?

Um, does she know? The whole family twice removed knows, it seems. The thought of a LeStrange-Selwyn union, er wedding in the future has got them all… Well, I am determined to be more civil today. And I know what you’re thinking. It’s all because of that damned Myles going on about the McDaniel mess. But listen. For the last time…
I’m not in love
So just forget it
*It’s just a silly phase I’m going through.*

Anyway, what spell do you think for opening this bottle? My parents have a never-ending argument about which one will disturb the quality of the wine least.

*half hour and half bottle later*
‘Course Mum wants us out here. I tink, I think she’d almost feper that someting, ya know “happen” out here. It’s where Father perpossed to her and stuff. Don’t flinch! Just getting an eyeflash off yer ch-cheek.

*raises eyebrows*

If you say so, Sal.

I have no idea what spell would work best. Our house-elf is always the one who opens the wine at our house, so there’s no need for an argument. But it’s kind of cute that your parents debate that.

*later*
*It’s almost cute how Sal can’t hold his alcohol*
*Oh, god, but what’s going to happen if he’s drunk? He better not do something stupid. I’d hate to hex him.*

Yes, well, *nothing* is going to “happen” out here, right, Sal? You’re thirteen. You’re not *read* for anything to “happen”.

*But it’s cute that he seems to care*

(OOC: Gates and Sal would it be okay if Myles sent a mocking letter to Gates about the Sal/Garland relationship? I don’t want to mess it up if one of you has a plan, I just feel like that is something evil he would do!)

((OMG! Saw your name after I’d sent my “last” post for the night and worried I’d be up another hour. Yes, Myles would do that. I’d love it, but maybe just wait until I send one more half-truth letter after our picnic. Maybe I’ll plant a seed of suspicion and then you can take it in for a landing. Be back tomorrow night, unless I see something new when I wake up. Some of my most “twisted” stuff comes to me over my morning coffee.))

(ooc: Yes that sounds perfect. I can’t wait to read about your picnic with Garland. May I say that you are a delightfully evil person.)

((Thank you. Thank you very much. And now that I’ve read this news about this “Julian” person, I’m afraid things might get worse!))

(OOC: Feel free! I’ve spent the last two days working on a response (yes, I get bored very easily) to such a letter! This will be great!

And Neely, I had to throw that in. You can’t expect her not to have had a romantic past, can you? Julian was her third boyfriend and they were absolutely crazy about each other (similar to how Sal and Gates are crazy about each other) until he got a job offer in India and had to leave (he’s three years older than her).

After arguing with herself (myself? The schizophrenic voices in my head?) she decides to let Sal make all the moves. Of course, if he breaks her heart, Rawson will rip off his head. Oh, and I like drunk Sal.)

(OOC: And to think I almost missed the whole jail cell thing last night with all the times I refreshed. Read it at 4 o’clock when I couldn’t sleep and almost came unglued when I read about this Julian person. Thinking he could come back from India just makes me… I haven’t felt like that since well, 7th grade when I’d heard that Star Caswell had made out with Jamie Brophy right after we’d broken up because I wasn’t that kind of girl!!! I hope Garland can add one more moment to our picnic while I’m at work today because I’ve had a chance to think about how the picnic could end. Unless she takes it another way of course. That’s what fun about this, isn’t it? Just going with what someone else dreams up? I’ll just warn you, if your Sal/Gates song has any mention of previous boyfriends in it, I’ll leave this site and NEVER COME BACK. :) ))

((Man! Ask, and it will be granted!! But you ARE playing hard to get, Garland. Come one now, he’s only 13 , but tall, handsome and your type, only younger. I’m going to have to spend all day thinking about how to make you come around so Sal is forced to resist you! The gloves are off!))

((Yeah, well. Garland has never seemed like one of those people who would go all weak at the knees as soon as a boy starts paying attention to her. She’s too tough and thinks far too highly of herself. Plus, dating Sal wasn’t exactly her idea, so I can’t imagine she’d make it easy. So…yeah. Bring it. lol))

(OOC: Nah, Julian wouldn’t come back. India is where he’s meant to be (bless him, when I was there, it was horrible).

Anyway, the songs I have in mind (and I’ve written them down) don’t mention past boyfriends. Gates does whatever she can not to think about Julian.

Also, welcome to my world. You’re starting to feel how I feel every. Single. Time. I read the Garland/Sal dates. And somehow I keep going back an rereading them. Messed up, I know…)

((OOC: Ready for some shameless plugging? Yes? lol I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t say this…if you guys haven’t played the Potter Games (thepottergames.com), then you SHOULD. Because it’s ridiculous and entertaining and an awesome procrastination tool. To sum up: it’s a choose-your-adventure style online game that mixes Harry Potter and the Hunger Games. Epic. Team Luna’s rebellion story just got released (as in, it got released three days ago and I forgot to say anything).

Here’s the shameless part. I wrote Ron’s storyline for Team Luna. So…you should totally go and laugh at the ridiculousness that is me trying to write fanfiction in choose-your-adventure style.))

(OOC: I’ve never heard of it, but I’ll check it out!

Here’s my “shameless plugging”: I’m going to record Sal’s song then post it on here tonight. You should all totally listen to it.

Oh, and Myles and Sal? I have my responses ready for you (so it’ll take less than 5 minutes for me to respond to any owls you send Gates). Chiante, if Garland hasn’t taken you over, you and Rawson have a lunch date to attend to.)

((OOC: Can’t wait to hear it!))

((ooc: That was fun.))

((OOC: Nope, Garland hasn’t taken me over. Just hanging out. Whenever you’re ready to play out Rawson and Chiante’s date, go for it and I’ll sign in as Chiante and post as soon as I can.))

((OOC: Just looking back at the very first old MiM posts. It seems Becca was there from the beginning, Gates joined in soon after, then Mystique, Mia, and me. It also reminded me of one of my other favorite MiM friends:
Triss Descoteaux.
She was awesome. Garland, I haven’t played it but I will next time I’m bored, so, really soon!))

*Picnic continues. Somehow the conversation came around to the only thing Sal had ever failed when he tried. Dancing. A private instructor had thrown her hands up in despair after having her new ballroom slippers pulverized despite her tried and true two-left-feet deflecting charm. But Garland would have none of that. Convinced she could teach him a proper waltz, they found a level area of grass near the willow and she started with the basics. It didn’t even occur to him that he was holding her, his mind so intent on not looking a fool. It was when he was just catching the hang of it that she began to hum softly causing his brain to began to spin.*

I know you
I walked with you once upon a dream.
I know you
The gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam
Yes, I know it’s true
that visions are seldom all they seem
But if I know you, I know what you’ll do…

*And he tripped on a twig, or his shoelace, or his own wine-soaked thoughts, it doesn’t matter. They both fell in a heap on the grass, and before he even knew what had happened or could apologize or ask if he’d hurt her or attempted to scramble off of her, he looked into her face, only inches away from his, and she slowly closed her eyes.

*Does that mean what I think it means?*

God, it can’t be almost four!
*Jumping up and taking out his great-grandfather’s pocket watch *
Mum will expect to see us both back in the drawing room for tea in just a little while.
*Reaches out his hand to help Garland up. She ignores his offer of assistance. *

My Gates,

Mine is 27 May. I guess we both just missed each other’s birthday. Let’s plan for next year. If I could get you ANY birthday present, what would it be?

I came THIS CLOSE to telling my friends all about you. Since Myles already has me figured out, and is doing whatever he can to throw a cracker in the cauldron, I think it couldn’t hurt to have Gilbert on my side when you get out. To help me plan for… whatever we want… to plan to. Did that even make sense? Maybe I’ll tell him at practice next time.

I have these hours of dread when I think we will never see each other again, and then other times I’m making plans for a year from now. The remaining days just can’t pass fast enough. But just knowing you are still out there in the world, even if it’s not my world, makes it bearable.
I hope you don’t mind
I hope you don’t mind that I put down in words
How wonderful life is while you’re in the world.
I had a difficult few days here with family expectations. But you have never been far from my thoughts. I wish I could really put down all the words. Let me just finish this letter and post it so that you have it before you go to sleep tonight. And here is what I’ll be thinking before I go to bed. I’ve had these words swimming around in my head. Almost like a song.
People say a love like ours
Will surely pass
But I know a love like ours
Will last and last
But maybe I was wrong
Not knowing how our love should go
But I wasn’t wrong
In knowing how our love would grow
And everytime I think of you
Everytime
Everytime I think of you
Every single time
It always turns out good

Let me just end by saying I needed to go to lunch with an old friend today. It took much longer than I imagined and was not at all what I’d expected. I so wish I had someone to talk to about it, but you are the person I would trust to help me. And yet you’re not the one I can talk with. How do I explain? I don’t have enough time to go into it all right now because I’m worried they won’t let you have my letter if it arrives too late in the day. So I’ll say goodbye for now and look forward to hearing what you’d love for you birthday. And every single other thought in your head that you’re ready to share. You’ve mentioned over and over about telling me everything. I want to tell you everything too.

‘Til tomorrow and always I love you,
TL

Sal, dear, dear Sal,

Don’t do anything to put yourself in harm’s way. I’d never forgive myself for putting you in that position.

I want to hear about everything you’ve been doing. Has Myles been making things difficult for you for long? Will you introduce me to your friend Gilbert? What did you do today with your other friend?

I feel so…ignorant of what’s going on outside Azkaban. I hate it. I have to know what’s happening, or I won’t be happy with anything.

You fill that void.

I’m afraid I can’t tell you much about Azkaban. It’s the same routine every day: wake up, eat, day dream, pace, think mad thoughts, eat, stare at the stars, sleep. And every day I miss you more and more.

Some of the Aurors here have been bending the rules; they’ll give me whatever letters show up for me (though I still have to sneak an owl if I want to reply). If I was in Azkaban for the rest of my life, I would write to you every single day.

I can’t stop the feeling
I’ve been this way before
But, with you I’ve found the key
To open any door
I can feel my love for you
Growing stronger day by day
An’ I can’t wait too see you again
So I can hold you in my arms

I miss you. I miss you so much it hurts.

Love,
-G

P.S.- I don’t know what I’d like for my birthday. I’ve never asked for anything really specific before (unless you count a pet Kneazle when I was 7, but my dad was allergic to them). It was never a big deal because I was always studying for exams (or taking exams) when it came. If I could do anything for you or give you anything for your birthday, what would it be?

*Shopping and strolling in Hogsmeade takes hours*

Chiante, I hope you’re ready for dinner. Or is it still lunch time? I can never tell. Anyway, are you hungry?

*It’s really amazing how much time flies when I’m with Rawson. I didn’t even notice how exhausted I was until now…*

*smiles at Rawson and then looks up at the sky*

Maybe it’s between lunchtime and dinnertime? It definitely doesn’t look like noon anymore. Not that I mind.

*notices confused look Rawson’s giving me and shrugs*

My father is big on camping and survival skills. When I was younger, before Hogwarts, sometimes I’d go camping with him or go into the woods. He taught me about the location of the sun and that kind of stuff. *blushes* It probably sounds silly in the wizarding world, but it’s sort of fun.

*pauses, blushes again*

Yes, I’m hungry. Lunch…or dinner…or whatever, would be nice.

*Notices blush and tries not to make it obvious*

Nah, it’s not silly. If you can tell what time it is without a watch, it’s probably better for you. It’s nice you did stuff with your dad before starting school; family bonding is good for the mind and the soul.

*Sees slight grin cross Chiante’s face; I know I sound like an idiot*

Jeez, when did I become such a poet? Anyway, I hope you don’t mind something with a bit of zest. Are you okay with tagiatelle with walnut sauce and bell peppers?

*Somehow, listening to Rawson talking about family bonding makes the whole thing seem a lot less hectic. Makes me even want to kill my sisters a little less.*

Before Hogwarts was time for learning in and about the Muggle world. After I got my Hogwarts letter, then it was time to learn in and about the wizarding one. That’s how my parents decided to raise all of us. It makes for a nice compromise.

*brushes hair out of face, wore hair down for once. It makes me feel more…grown-up. Pitiful, perhaps, but at least it’s something different. Even my sisters noticed. In between blowing up everything in the house*

I’ve never had it before, but that sounds delicious. I’m always good with a bit of zest.

My parents took a similar view. My father’s mother was a muggle, so he was raised in a crazy family. His brothers moved away as soon as they were of age because it bothered them so much, but he stayed here and met my mother… Anyway, we were raised in a magical household, but our grandparents taught us about muggles when we were young.

*Sees hair fall into her face again and slowly brushes it back behind her ear. Feels a slight blush coming on*

Well, c’mon, then, I’ll make you dinner and you can tell me all about your family. You said your sisters try to blow up the house? I remember when Gates was that age…Anyway, I hope you like this.

*Apparates to flat Gates and Rawson share.*

*Enjoys sitting here, talking to Rawson, over lunch or dinner or whatever time of day it is now.
Not that the time of day even matters anymore*

This is delicious, Rawson. Really. You’re a wonderful cook.

*sees his expectant face. He’s so interested in everything, even my obnoxious family. My family scares most people away.*

Yes, my sisters blow up the house, as you asked earlier. That’s funny that you say Gates did the same thing. My one sister, Sarah, who will be starting Hogwarts this year…she’s gotten her magic more under control, so it’s not as bad for her. But the other three have got terrible tempers and have only just started getting their magic. I think mum is tired of plates shattering at the drop of a hat.

*looks around*

You said you share this flat with Gates? I can’t imagine rooming with my sisters ever again after I graduate Hogwarts and move out.

*Notices how Chiante left her hair down. It wasn’t like that last time. It looked good on her…if I could just tell her that…*

I’m glad you like it! If you’d like the recipe, you’re more than welcome to it. I found it in my grandmother’s old “cook book”.

*Wonders what else to say then notices how she keeps looking around*

*Grins*

Well, it’s not exactly ours. It was our aunt’s, but she passed away suddenly last July. Her will said it would be left to the oldest relative with the name McDaniel. Our older cousins live in France, though, so we’re staying here instead.

Sharing a flat is a bit of a pain, to be honest. Our interests are completely different. We even divided up the guest room so there wouldn’t be any fighting. She likes cats and I prefer chimeras.

*Sees shocked face and laughs*

I’m only joking. Really, I’d prefer a Crup over a Kneazle.

I’m sure when your sisters are older you’ll all be close. Jordan and Gates had a nine year age gap and they were practically inseparable when he was home from school.

What do you do when you’re home from school? Besides the obvious task of trying to keep the house from blowing up, of course.

*notices Rawson staring at me, tries not to blush again*
*Why do I keep blushing?*

I would love the recipe. I don’t know when I’d get the chance to cook it, but I’ll be out of Hogwarts sooner than I think.

*smiles at story of sharing a flat with Gates*
*He must miss her so much.*

I’m sure we’ll end up close too. It’s only difficult now because of them just getting their magic. Sarah and I hated each other for years when she was still in the exploding-everything phase, but now that she’s calmed down a little, we get on a lot better.

I read a lot. I have Muggle friends that I sometimes spend time with. Honestly, up until I started tutoring and spending time with you, I was a little more antisocial this summer than usual. It took me a while to get over…everything. I’m still not over it. And it’s not like it’s something I can talk to my Muggle friends about…and I don’t want to talk to my parents about it either. They’ll only fret over things that are over and done.

*shakes head. Bad choice of conversation, Chiante. What were you thinking?*

Sorry.

What do…you do? In your free time?

It must be hard…to have seen and experienced so much pain and anger and hatred…at such a young age.

If you…er, if you ever need to talk about what happened…well…

*Looks awkwardly at feet. Blast it, why does this always happen? I can’t have a normal conversation with anyone for 5 bloody minutes*

I spend my time doing oddball things. I’ll read, write, go for a walk…really anything. I don’t go out after dark any more, though, so I don’t do too much.

*Searches for conversation topic*

So, you read a lot? Do you really love books? I have something you may like if you do. Or, you know, we could find something to do. The sun is still up.

*Wonders how awkward these conversations about the war must be for Rawson. He was on the other side for so long. It’s probably harder on him than it is on me.*

*smiles sadly*

Perhaps one day. I think right now I need to process what happened in my own time, something my parents would do well to understand. I figure…one day…it won’t be quite as painful to talk about.

*subconsiously touches ragged, almost invisible scar on my left forearm. A remnant of the battle. When Gryffindor tower fell under attack and…the explosions…even Mum doesn’t know exactly how I got it.*

I do love books. Quite a lot. It was a shock to much of my mother’s family that I didn’t get sorted into Ravenclaw, honestly. I would rather live in a book than the real world sometimes.

You have me intrigued, Rawson McDaniel. What is this thing that a bookworm such as myself might like?

*smiles again*

*Sees a sad smile and then a happy one. Mental war: Ask what’s wrong, don’t ask and let her tell you if she wants, ask what’s wrong, don’t ask and let her tell you if she wants.*

No problem…I just thought…offer, really…

*Remembers library*

Oh, yeah, I want to show you something. I know you’ll appreciate it.

*Grabs her hand and pulls her into the guest bedroom. One half of the room is covered in shelves and shelves of books, some in excellent condition, some starting to show the wear and tear of age and how often they’ve been read.*

If you’re ever bored and need something to read…or, really, if you’re ever just bored…I’ve been collecting for years…Some of these are really unique, very rare. I had to pay an arm and a leg for them, but I wouldn’t have given them up for…

*Would I really have given everything, even my life, for these books? No, bad Rawson, your thoughts are straying into dangerous territory.*

Do you…er, want to read any of them? You’re welcome to borrow whichever ones you want.

*Turns slightly pink at her awe*

((OOC: Woah…flashbacks to Beauty and the Beast. lol))

*stares in awe at the shelves of books. It’s like heaven.*
*walks over to one of the shelves and gingerly picks up a book with the most interesting cover I can see…one that looks like it’s been loved a lot, has a lot of spirit*

Are you…sure?

*smiles when he nods*

Thank you. This is…this is just amazing. It’s like you’ve known me forever.

*then does something bold. Stands on tip-toes and kisses Rawson on the cheek.
And then blushes.*

*Red. Speechless. Thoughtless.

Remembers self after a moment.*

Of course…my pleasure…don’t meet book lovers often…some people think I’m mad for having so many books…

*Picks one up and strokes the cover gently, itching to find the bookmark in it.*

Would you like to sit? *Points wand at wall and chairs and a coffee table rise from the floor* Can I…er…get you a cup of coffee, or something?

*Fidgets nervously. Fights impulse to grab her hand again. It felt great.*

(OOC: My god! I hadn’t even thought about Beauty and the Beast! Only half the room is covered in books though, the other half has a lot of records and band posters and Holyhead Harpies posters.)

Oh, and that one is one of my oldest and favourites. A first edition of Socrates’s lectures, as transcribed by a wizard called Palmer.

You can borrow it as long as you want. Just…well, just try not to get it blown up.

*Stupid, stupid, stupid! You have no sense of humour, remember? She probably thinks you’re threatening her, or something.*

*grins at how red Rawson’s turned*

I could never think you mad.

*sits down on one of the chairs that appeared. He’s sweet…and, really, it just felt natural to kiss him. I assume the overwhelmed look is good and not that I freaked him out…
I hope I didn’t freak him out…*

*laughs at the joke and clutches the book to my chest*

I promise. I’ll protect it with my life. My sisters will get nowhere near it.

*Sits back in other chair and grins a bit.

Chiante is really pretty… Snap out of it. Bad Rawson, you’re here to show her your library, not adore her like a book on a shelf.*

Glad to…er, hear it!

Can I get you anything else?

*Owl taps on window, which is open in a second. The parchment is addressed to Rawson J. McDaniel. It’s written in a familiar scrawl. Rips open letter and scans it eagerly, disliking it more and more.*

Excuse me, Chiante, dear, I have to draft a response to this immediately. Also, do you need anything else? We have little snack things and drinks and pretty much whatever you’d like, if you want something else.

*Leaves letter open on small table in case Chiante wants to read it.*

*I shouldn’t read the letter. I know I shouldn’t. It could be private and it looked like it upset him.*
*But just so curious…*

*leans over and looks at the letter. It’s from Gates. It’s nice to see her handwriting again and it’s nice to know she’s alive.*

*And then I read the letter…and it’s nothing good.*

*What could that horrible Myles have written that upset both Gates and Rawson so much?*

*Returns from sending threatening owl*

I’m sorry about that. I needed to respond immediately. This whole Selwyn mess…it’s becoming intolerable. I can’t believe she’d let this happen to her again.

*Fumes and mentally thinks of different ways to curse/kill Selwyns. Notices Chiante’s puzzled but curious look and obvious reluctance to pry.*

She broke her hand punching a wall because of something a…*Watch your language, she’s a lady* Well, because of what Selwyn wrote.

*Though I’m sure you read the letter. I left it open for a reason…you’re her friend, and it’s obvious you care about what happens to her.*

*Forces self to try to change topic. Anger fades slowly as she mutters something.*

So, do you ever travel and get out of the country?

*A little unnerved by the pure anger on Rawson’s face. But, really, the anger sounds totally justified. Especially if this has…happened before? Gates never said anything about that.*

*nods toward letter*

I read that…
Don’t…don’t do anything stupid, okay? We don’t need another of you to end up in Azkaban and I doubt Gates would thank you for it.
And I’d miss you.

*Grateful for the change of subject*

I’ve traveled a little, mostly with the family. I’ve been to Italy a few times. Spain, France. Nothing terribly exciting. We were just in Italy for a little while, so we could re-bond again after…everything. They had to go into hiding last year, so I literally didn’t have contact with any of them for a few months there.

*Tries not to think about those months. It doesn’t work The family might be annoying…but they’re my family.*

What about you? You seem like the type of person who travels a lot.

*Tries to ignore warm feeling in stomach when she says, “I’d miss you”.

Do you really think she would? Yeah, actually, I do. I should formally ask her out. Not now, though, I have to find and kill Selwyn.*

I’ll…try my best.

*My infernal stupidity. Once again I’ve managed to make her uncomfortable because that blasted war was brought up again. Stupid, stupid, stupid!*

When I find out about a book I really want, I’ll go to pretty much any lengths to get it, even if I have to fly across the ocean. I’d like to travel more, though. When I was younger, our family would go on holiday in France and visit our uncles and cousins. It’s been a while since we went anywhere as a family.

*Way to point out the obvious. They’re all dead, that’s why. France, why do you always find a way to ruin things? Now she looks so sad. Do something nice for her!

Takes Chiante’s hand in his.*

If you’re not too busy in the next few days, I’d like to take you to Liverpool. Of course, if you’re occupied with something, I completely understand, it was just a thought. I have to go back anyway and I thought I’d…well…yeah.

*Stomach starts to flutter when he takes my hand.*
*Tries to keep the eagerness out of my voice, probably failing miserably*

Sure, I’d love to. I don’t have to tutor Kayla again until next week and Athena’s gathering isn’t for a few days either.

*What will Mum and Dad say?
Who cares?
They’ve been desperate to get me out of my room and to stop sulking. They can’t complain.*

*Grins like an idiot*

Really? Wow, I mean, that’s great! I’m leaving tomorrow morning, but I should warn you, I won’t be back for a few days. Even if you can’t stay that long, I’d love to show you around. My father had the most wonderful library; it puts my collection to shame. And Liverpool is a nice city. There’s this little café I want to take you to.

Sorry, I sound ridiculous. I just don’t go back too often and when I do, there’s always so much to do and so little time.

*Unconsciously rubs her cold hands. Consciously checks watch.*

Bloody hell, it’s already after 9! What time are you expected home?

Time flies when you’re having fun, huh?

*smiles and stands up*

I should probably get going. I don’t technically have to be home for a while, but my parents are still a little jumpy and nervous about things if I stay out too late and don’t send them word.

*Uneasy feeling about letting her go out alone. It’s unnaturally dark out.*

Let me take you home, then, and I’ll stop by tomorrow to get you for our trip to Liverpool. Unless you just want to meet me there, that’s fine, too. Whatever works for you. Just let me take you home now.

*Offers hand for Apparition.*

*I feel like over the last year, I’ve proven I can take care of myself quite well in dangerous situations, but his concern is sweet.*

Thanks, Rawson. If you’d like to pick me up tomorrow morning, that would be nice. Just so I don’t end up Apparating to the wrong place.

*smiles and takes hand*

How’ve you been Rawson?

Not bad, Ethan, not bad at all. Things haven’t been as difficult since I started seeing more of Chiante. Gates will be released in a few days, so who know what will happen then.

How are you? Did your parents look into adopting another child since they were rejected at first?

You have no idea how absolutely exhausted I’ve been over the past week. It’s been a whirlwind of paperwork and lectures for me… Who knew trying to get rights for the downtrodden was so much work? I haven’t even thought of going home in all honesty.Things haven’t been going all to well on that front.I’ve been staying with my mate Nick,he goes to a muggle school nearby. I hope Gates gets on well afterwards. I should probably finish up some stuff and try to get some sleep. I didn’t even know you were on with Chiante! You should take her to see that Titanic movie…It’s a bore in all honesty but girls go crazy over the star…He’s not that good looking…at least he…nevermind…don’t want to ruin it.

If there’s anything I can do to help you, Ethan, any strings I can pull for you, I’d be pleased to. Also, if you need somewhere else to stay, we have lots of space in the House in Liverpool.

This “movie”, what is it? Is that the muggle thing that’s similar to our pictures? I haven’t heard of this “Titanic”, but it’s definitely something to look into.

Chiante and I…well, I’d love to spend more time with her and take her out officially. I don’t know what she’d like, though.

I’d take you up on that offer but I think that would be the official sign that I’ve run away.My parents know their Nick and his family so its more along the line of being in the backyard..I think you should focus onr sister…she seems like she needs it…The Titanic was this massive boat that hit an iceberg and sank.movies are a bit like…movie pictures.Like a slideshow… But you’ll need muggle money.Look into it for sure.

Of course, of course. If there’s anything you ever need, though, don’t hesitate to ask.

I’m trying to do everything I can for Gates, but she tends to make things difficult for everyone.

And this “Titanic” sounds interesting. I’ll scrounge up some muggle money and see if Chiante would like to go while we’re in Liverpool… Thank you for the idea!

((OOC: Guys, sorry to spam this with yet more OOC stuff, but I just got some news.

I found out that my dance teacher passed away from cancer this evening.

We all figured this was coming, because she relapsed twice so close together, then she was in hospice, then she came home and her siblings came over here from Ireland to be with her.

It’s still a hard blow, because she was such a strong woman and had such spirit and energy. She’s going to be missed by everyone who ever knew her.

If you could send thoughts, prayers, mental well-wishes to her friends, family, and the hundreds of people who were her dance students over the years…I think the positive vibes would be greatly appreciated right now.

Sorry to be a downer. I’m just…still kind of in shock…))

(OOC: Oh my god, that’s HORRIBLE. I am so, so, so incredibly sorry that you lost your teacher. I hope her soul rests peacefully.

If it’s any consolation, she’s probably teaching a deity how to dance and win competitions.)

((Thanks, Gates. On the bright side, she had an amazing life–she was just about to turn 71 and still danced and lived with the spirit of a twenty-year-old–and her family was with her.

I’m sure she is. That’s the type of person she was. And she’s probably yelling at said deity, “KICK YOUR BUTT! CROSS YOUR FEET! YOU LOOK LIKE A CHAMPION!” True story.))

((So sorry for your loss. Yes, thoughts and prayers go out to all her loved ones.))

(OOC: I am so sorry! *Sends Hugs* Hope you’re alright!)

((OOC: Oh my God, that’s absolutely TERRIBLE. Her family, friends and all her students are in my prayers. I lost a friend to cancer last year, so I know how shocking it is even when in the back of your mind you’re half expecting it. I am so, so sorry for your loss. *sends hugs* Remember, death is but the next great adventure. :) ))

((OOC: Oh gosh, that must be horrible. So sorry! *sends hugs* My thoughts and prayers go out to her friends, family, and students.))

So sorry about your sad news, Chiante. It sounds like she had a wonderful impact on a lot of people’s lives. She’ll live on in their hearts.

*Owl*
Dear Gates,
I was at first uncertain if I should write to you or not. I figured as soon as you saw my name on the envelop you would throw the letter away, but I think I know you well enough to know that your curiosity will get the better of you and you will eventually read it.

I know that you have kept up a correspondence with my cousin. I fear though that my cousin hasn’t been fully honest with you. You see soon after your arrest Sal began dating the stunningly pretty pureblood Garland Lestrange. I saw them strolling around Hogsmeade looking quite cozy with each other. They also went on a romantic picnic together, and he gave her a kitten. The two seem to have gotten very close.

He’s slowly stopped talking about you, and talks more and more about Garland with each passing day. I think it’s better that you find out now that Sal has gotten over you and moved on to a respectable pureblood witch. I wouldn’t want you to cause a scandal by showing up on his doorstep the moment you get out and just embarrassing everybody.

I think it would be better for everybody involved if you just left him alone. He’s found someone he’s happy with, and someone his family approves of. And if you really care about him don’t you want him to be happy?

Hope you heed my advice, but even if you don’t, the person who will be hurt the most will be you.
Myles

*Reads letter quickly once, then twice more. A sinking feeling starts to take over.

-This…is just Myles fooling around, right?

=You know he isn’t. Come on, don’t kid yourself, you knew this would happen. Just go back to Sal’s letters. They make sense now.

-But…I hoped…

=You hoped wrong. You knew this would happen eventually.

-I didn’t think…not while I’m still in here…

=I know. And I’m sorry for that. But I think the git has a point.

-Yeah, he does. If I don’t listen to him, I’m going to end up getting hurt worse than ever before. Even Julian had the guts to tell me he was interested in someone else, which was why he wouldn’t be seeing me any more.

=You have to let him go.*

No. I can’t. But I have to. It’s what’s best for Sal…

*Punches concrete wall out of frustration and breaks hand. Eyes well up with tears, but they aren’t from physical pain. An Auror comes in with dinner and sees broken hand and freaks out.*

*Owl*

Dearest Sal, *No, that won’t do.*

My Little Twit, *No, I can’t sound happy. He isn’t mine any more, either.*

Sal-

I recently got a letter from your cousin Myles. The Aurors gave up on the one-owl-per-day policy because I am being released so soon.

I have to admit, Sal, *No, it’s beyond that*

We need to talk, Sal, about us. I’d rather see you face-to-face one last time and talk than discuss it via letter.

I hope I’ll see you soon.

-Gates

*Standing in middle of restoration project that once included the Selwyn award-winning topiary display. Mum is explaining something about how the new design will include… blah, blah, blah. How could he ever tell her that the cause of all this mess is also the most wonderful person he ever met? An owl approaches the east wing toward Sal’s window. Makes an excuse to leave, kisses his mum on the cheek and calmly walks into house. Once out of Mum’s eyesight, breaks into a mad dash taking stairs three at a time.*

*This is an owl he hasn’t seen before. Much smaller than usual, and with beautiful, shining feathers. Wonders how she could make that flight from Azkaban. Smiles to think of the comparison to his Gates. Shes’ making it somehow too. Gives the bird a treat and makes his way over to his enormous four-poster, dives onto the green and silver bedspread and ponders the envelope for a moment. Wants to slow down and really enjoy this letter since he usually gulps down her words so quickly, he barely knows what’s she’s written on the first reading.*

* The rough parchment that she once held in her hands. The carefree penmanship that he now knows by heart. The ink and quill. Do they let her keep it in her cell? The red wax she used to seal it. Certainly no identifying stamp announcing her family name like his. He puts the letter to his face, hoping against hope that this time he might pick up some trace of her scent.*

*Opens letter with a familiar feeling of happiness*

Hmm…Very brief today.
No “Dear” used?
Letter from… MYLES!
*sits upright*
Face-to-face ONE LAST TIME?
*Feels like my heart is trying to escape through my throat*

*Rushes to desk to write, but what would it be? Give me a chance to explain? Explain what? WHAT HAS HE TOLD HER?!!!!!!!! Knocks over chair on his way out of the room.*

Myles, you bastard. I’m gonna kill you.

*Owl*

Rawson,

My dear, dear brother, it’s been too long since I’ve spoken with you. I’m sorry about that; I completely blame myself.

I’m counting down the days until I get out of Azkaban, but before that, I have to tell you: I broke my hand punching a wall. I’m completely fine, don’t worry, I was just frustrated and didn’t know what to do. I figured it was better I tell you myself than you hearing some messed up story.

You’re probably asking yourself what got me so frustrated I punched a solid concrete wall. I got a letter from Myles Selwyn and it made me so…upset I needed to take that out on something. Needless to say, the Auror that brought me dinner was freaking out. He mended it at once and then lectured me on how punching walls wouldn’t do anyone any good.

He hadn’t read the letter I got from Myles Selwyn.

I won’t tell you what the letter said (god only knows you’ll go storming off and kill Sal someone), but it wasn’t good. I cried myself to sleep.

I’ll see you in a few days!

Love, now and always,
-Gates

G-

I’ll kill him. I’ll kill them both. Listen to me. Don’t do anything stupid while you’re in Azkaban. Breaking your hand was stupid; don’t do anything else. I don’t want to see you hurt.

Tomorrow I’m taking Chiante to see the library in Liverpool, but I’m still going to find Selwyn and make him pay.

No one makes my baby sister cry herself to sleep. Especially if she’s in prison.

Love,
-Rawson

Rawson James McDaniel!

Don’t you dare lay a finger on Salazar Selwyn! If you do anything to hurt him, I will make sure you never hear from me again.

This is exactly why I didn’t tell you what Selwyn’s letter said. I knew you’d fly off the handle.

Are you seeing Chiante, then? Is she your girlfriend? We haven’t spoken in so long; I don’t know what’s going on in your life.

Heed my warning. I will leave England and never contact you again if you do anything to harm my Little Twit Sal.

Love,
-G

*Two Owls*

Selwyn-

You’re going to die. You made her cry herself to sleep in bloody Azkaban. I will kill you for that. You broke her heart while she’s in Azkaban. You made her cry herself to sleep.

-RJM

*Reads letter and grins*
Mission accomplished.

*owl practically attacks him on his way out the door*

Heart broken!!! Well then. TWO people might die tonight!

Aoife. Aoife! Aoife!! AOIFE!!!!

Okay, on behalf of my aunt, and soon-to-be-uncle, I am wondering, if you are still a Reverend??
My aunt and uncle just got engaged and are looking for a someone to marry them, I suggested you, and they asked me to see if you could still do it.

~Lyn Blaze

(OOC: Anyone know what the relation would be between Georgia (my second cousin) and my Aunt??)

(OOC: Georgia is related to you through your great-grandfather, so I think Georgia is your aunt’s first cousin once removed (because whatever parent she has that’s related to you is your aunt’s first cousin).)

((OOC: Okay, thanks, I always have trouble once you get passed 1st cousin, twice removed!))

(OOC: Feels lost and needs some clarification.)

((OOC: Quoting you from “Arrests of Officiates Conducting Illegal Ceremonies Ordered” from the old MiM:

“General Announcement: Are you having difficulty finding someone to officiate at your wedding? No worries. While waiting for a group of refugees at a train station, I read a muggle magazine which contained an advertisement stating that one can become a “mail order minister” for a nominal fee. I exchanged some real money for muggle money (Dung Fletcher is useful on occasion) and answered the advertisement … and now I am an ordained minister! Want to get married? Just let me know via owl or Patronus, and we’ll put a wedding together! Legally binding per muggle and legitimate Ministry laws.”))

Oh, yes, I’m still doing that. Unfortunately, so few people held weddings during the war (for fear of attracting attention) and I officiated at so many funerals that I forgot I can perform happy ceremonies, too. I’ll reread my Book of Ceremonial Magic, then we’re good to go. Have your aunt and uncle-to-be send me a patronus at work.

(OOC: Lol, I forgot all about that! And, in real life, I studied to become a minister before changing my mind and taking a different path. I was was fairly sure I had never mentioned that here or on MiM … but I wasn’t entirely sure, so I was wondering where that came from.)

That would be great!
Thank you soo much!
It is very sad how much death there was, and how little happiness. And what happiness there was was “elegantly” ruined by the death eaters!

((OOC: Lol! So funny, yeah, I was bored, and was reading old MiM posts, and decided to bring that back up!))

(OOC: Fast forward to the next day.)

*Arrives at Chiante’s house and knocks anxiously on the door*

Chiante, are you here? Do you still want to come to Liverpool with me today?

((Ah, poop. I posted in a new comment below. I forgot to hit “reply.” Oops.))

((OOC: Zoom! …That was the sound of me fastforwarding. DON’T JUDGE ME, I’M TIRED!))

*knock sounds at the front door, and the siblings subsequently freak out. I had to tell them what was going on, of course. I couldn’t just disappear again. Mum and Dad would have had a fit. And, sure, they weren’t thrilled that I’m going so far away with a boy I’ve only just really gotten to know, but…I’m of age now. They can’t really stop me.*
*tries to stop sisters from rushing the door*

Guys, stop! Don’t you even think about it!

*grabs Courtney and Caroline by the upper arms and pull them behind me. They pout.*

Oh, don’t even give me that look. This has nothing to do with any of you. GO AWAY.

*Courtney’s face goes red and she glares. I brace myself for what comes next…a decorative plate hanging on the wall shatters loudly*
*looks at broken plate indifferently*

Mum’s going to kill you, you know. That one was her favorite. Now go away.

*swings open door, smiling at the sight of Rawson’s befuddled look*

Hi! Yeah, I still want to go with you.

*looks back at sisters, all hovering behind me.*
*sighs and motions back toward them*

Sisters, Rawson…Rawson, sisters. Ready to go?

*turns to Sarah* You’ll look after the others until Mum gets home? Make sure they don’t burn the house down? *waits for Sarah’s sigh and nod*

*Grins*

Hi, Chiante’s sisters. I’m Rawson.

*Waves and then realizes I look like a total creep. Brown t-shirt and blue jeans? Yeah, there’s nothing abnormal about that in the middle of the summer.

One of the girls waves back and smiles a little. I thought I heard her mutter something that sounded like “boyfriend”.*

Do you have any bags or anything that should be sent ahead? We won’t get to the House until later this evening.

*At least my sisters aren’t creeping him out or irritating him.*
*Picks up a small duffel bag.*

This is all I have. Shall we?

*The little ones are cute. It’s been too long…what, 10 years, since I’ve been around anyone so…little.*

Do you mind if I send your bag ahead?

*Chiante nods and a flick of his wand makes the bag disappear.*

You’ll like Liverpool.

*I hope so, at least.*

*Offers hand again for apparition. Not even minutes later, Liverpool is in sight.*

The Frogspawn Café. I was hoping to take you there today, if that’s okay with you. I can take you to the House, too, where your bag is, if you want to just sit around, or something. Whatever works for you.

I have to show you the House’s library, too. You’ll love it. *I hope.*

*hopes that Rawson won’t let go of my hand this time. I like it when it holds my hand*

I think that sounds like a great plan. I’d love to go to the Frogspawn Cafe. And I’m sure I’ll love the library. I love anything with books.

*Laces fingers through hers and hopes she’ll keep her hand in his.*

It’s still too early for lunch…do you want to see the House? I had a room put together for you.

If you don’t want to stay there, that’s totally fine. It can be a bit creepy, I suppose, so I wouldn’t blame you…there’s a little wizard inn just outside the city; the House is a few minutes away if you don’t mind walking.

It’s nice out today…sun and blue skies…

*Stupid, stupid, stupid, so horribly stupid. I’m talking nonsense and talking about the weather, of all topics, at the same time. Once again, you’ve managed to screw a conversation up. Way to go, McDaniel.*

*Doesn’t move her hand.*

I would love to see the house. That’s so sweet that you’ve already had a room made up for me. Of course I’ll stay there. I’m not nearly so easily scared.

*grins*

The weather *is* lovely. I’d love to walk.

*Tries not to laugh at the devestated look on Rawson’s face. It’s like she can see him beating up on himself. What is it with men and having to have compelling conversation topics?*

*Grins and pulls her down the road, talking about…something that isn’t the weather. He’s only half paying attention to their conversation, too engrossed with watching her. The sun shone brightly off her long hair. After a few minutes, they arrive at the House.

It’s big, dark green with white shutters and a white roof, and is surrounded by sprawling green grounds.*

It’s the old family estate. I just call it the House. Ten acres of land surrounding it on all sides. We’ve hosted our entire family, cousins and all, here more than once. A far cry from the flat in London, but I guess it’s still home.

I haven’t been here in almost a month…before that it was a few years. *Looks down guiltily.*

Come on, I’ll show you the library.

*Pulls Chiante inside and up some marble stairs to a pair of teak doors. Inside is the library. It’s larger than the flat in London.*

*Can’t help but remember how…right…it felt to kiss Rawson, even if it was just on the cheek. Doesn’t really pay much attention to the conversation either…just loves listening to Rawson’s voice.*

*stares in awe at the huge house in front of her.*

It’s amazing, Rawson. I can’t even imagine living somewhere this…beautiful.

*follows Rawson into the library and stops dead in her tracks, her jaw falling open.*

I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many books in one place in my life. At least not in a private home.

*Can’t stop grinning*

I guess you like it? You can do whatever you want in here. Read whichever books you choose. The family has been collecting for over 100 years; when they built the House, they specifically made the library the largest room.

*VERY reluctantly lets her fingers go to step over to a shelf and pick up a dark green leather bound book. A photo album he would look at later before bed.*

*After spending the day reading, with only a short break to have lunch at the Frogspawn Café, he remembers the night life of Liverpool.*

Can I take you around the city? There are bars and clubs and parties and stuff. They’re always worth seeing. I have this one place I like to go to, it’s in the next town over…if you want to spend the night in the House, though, that’s completely fine with me. It’s been too long since I spent any real time here…

Whatever you want to do is fine. I’m open to suggestions.

*Really wants to just sit and stare at her and talk to her, but revenge is a priority, only under family/friends.*

*Sal walks into the sixth pub that could potentially be Myles’ hangout for the night. The tears are no longer wet on his face as his eyes adjust to the dark and he sees Myles at the far corner table with a couple of his gang. It irks him even more to see Myles roaring with laughter at a joke he just made. Myles takes a swallow and notes the approach of Sal as he strides across the grimy floor. He knows what it’s about and stands to meet his youngest cousin. Before he can get out a smartass remark about the youth’s disheveled appearance, Sal uses both hands to violently push Myles hard across his shoulders, temporarily causing Myles to lose his balance slightly. Both mates stand up immediately and draw their wands. *

WHAT DID YOU TELL HER?

*Shoves again *

YOU’VE RUINED MY LIFE!

*All heads turn and the pub is momentarily silent. Someone across the room bellows that no tots are allowed unless accompanied by their nannies. The room erupts in laughter and everyone goes back to their business. *

(OOC: Aaagh, sorry. I’m here now!)
What the hell are you talking about? I haven’t told Garland any embarrassing baby stories about you! If she knows about your Mr. Puffins teddy bear it’s because your mom told her, not me!

* goes for his collar, gripping with both hands*

*through clenched teeth, holding back tears*

YOU ASS! You know what I’m talking about. You told her. Told her about Garland. WHAT did you tell her?

*Myles’ mates have dragged Sal back away and are holding his arms behind his back*

*coughs and straightens his collar*
I only told her the truth, that you began dating Garland. I’m not lying you have been going on dates with her. Honestly aren’t you over her yet?

You have no idea what you’ve done!!! She’s in a weak… She doesn’t need to have… I only went with Garland because I HAD to.

*struggles to break free of the two goons, but he is clearly not calm enough to let go of yet*

For only going out with her because you had to, you sure got cozy with her. I hear you even gave her a kitten. Besides once you finally do get over Gates it will be good to have a nice pureblood girl waiting for you. Trust me, once you come to your senses you will thank me.

I’m NEVER gonna thank you! You’ve sent her an owl that could really hurt her in a way you can never imagine. You’ve hurt ME more than you could imagine. I can never, never. Never forgive you for…

*seems to relax and slump a bit. The goons release their grip on him. Too ugly a sight to see this boy crying. But they are tears of rage. The second he is free of them, he lunges forward and lands a punch square across Myles jaw*

I HATE YOU!

*Grabs Sal’s wrist and yanks him backwards*
Don’t. You. Dare. Ever. Hit. Me.
Listen you little brat, I’ve been doing nothing but looking out for you. What the hell has gotten into you, first you point your wand at me then you hit me? If you weren’t family you’d be dead right now. Don’t think the rest of the family won’t be hearing about this. You’ve changed Sal, and I don’t like it one bit. You better wise up before you get yourself hurt.

*Enters bar and sees the cousins fighting. Leans against a nearby pillar trying to be silent and invisible.*

Tsk, tsk, this won’t do. Here I am, trying to enjoy a night with my dear Chiante, and who do I find but the Selwyns. Exactly the guys I’ve been looking out for.

You think I CARE about the family? You think it matters if I get hurt? Now tell. Me. What. You. Told her. I gotta know… to explain to her…
*twists arms, trying to get out of Myles’ grip. The jeering from the two chums is echoing in his ears*

*Surprised*

You mean you don’t know, Little Selwyn? My god, here I am assuming you’re the one who told Selwyn Senior to kill her.

I just told her that you were dating Garland. Still not a lie. It’s not my fault if that made her upset. She really shouldn’t be surprised that you would move on to a pureblood witch though. I didn’t think that she would be THAT dumb.
*laughs with buddies*

*Tries not to show rising blood pressure*

Once again, Selwyn, you show that your knowledge of women is the same as that of a rat’s. Do you really think it was finding out whatever you said to her, or do you think it was the manner in which she found out?

I’d like to hear your answer before I kill you.

YOU DIDN’T HAVE TO WRITE HER. YOU WANTED TO DESTROY THINGS! And Garland means nothing to me. She’s YOUR type, not mine. YOU MADE ME DO IT AND THEN YOU TORTURE HER WITH THE INFORMATION.

Honestly I don’t care. If she dies she dies, it’s no skin off my back. It’s you who should be worrying, what will you do without your poor little insane sister?

*Mildly amused by this exchange. Soft laughter seems to go unnoticed.*

This is brilliant. You’re telling me, Little Selwyn, that you had no idea, no idea whatsoever that Selwyn Senior over there sent my baby sister a crushing letter that made her break her bloody hand because she was so upset she tried to punch a wall? Seriously?

Oh, I wouldn’t ask that question. I’m not sure what the answer is myself.

Anyway, my point was that you know absolutely nothing- nothing– about women.

I understand women, well real, pureblood, respectable women. I admit I try not to filthy my hands with the other sort. And please your sister is a basket case, you look at her funny and it might just push her over the edge.

Right. So you have no experience with real women. I’ll keep that in mind.

Look at her funny? Nothing so dramatic. You kill her family and she’ll go crazy. Look at her funny? Is that seriously the best you’ve got?

*Slips wand out of sleeve and keeps it hidden. So close…just 2 words…*

Well you’re right it’s not really her fault. You’re whole family is messed up. After all you’re not a shining example of sanity yourself are you? I’m just waiting for the day you do something really stupid and get yourself thrown in Azkaban, won’t that be nice, you could have your sister old cell. Jordan was the sanest of the three of you, of course it didn’t stay that way for long.

I gotta go. Let go of me! I need to send…

Have to help her see…

*Myles seems to not notice and yet holds tight*

*Flinches at the thought.

I didn’t think anyone outside the family knew about Jordan’s deteriorating genes.*

That’s a myth. It hasn’t been proven.

I hope you die and go to hell, Selwyn. And after I kill you, I’ll deal with Little Selwyn. I’m actually tempted to do him first so you can watch.

*Chiante shows up from nowhere and puts a hand on his shoulder. He cringes but feels his anger die down slightly.*

So, Selwyn, tell me what you did to eliminate every last shred of hope my sister had for a normal life.

*Just keep talking. What would Chiante say? Try not to let it get to you too much.*

You’re not going anywhere squirt!
*hands him off to a buddy to keep a tight hold of*

Kill me now, how funny you really are that insane. Do you really can take on me and all my buddies, you’re a bit out numbered. Although threatening a very old and noble family naughty naughty. I might have to teach you a lesson.
*Has wand in hand*

*keeps hand on Rawson’s arm, trying to keep him from raising his wand.*

Myles, shut up. Do you Selwyns just live to cause problems? You know that Gates is already screwed up quite enough, so why the hell would you pull a stunt like this?

Especially if it would hurt your own cousin.

*I don’t like Sal. He’s a little git. But, seriously.*

*Captor releases hold on Sal when wands are drawn and Sal seizes the opportunity. Grabs handle of beer mug and strikes Myles across the side of his head and scrambles to other side of table*

*Closes eyes and thinks: Chiante, Chiante, Chiante, what will I do?*

Well, if you decide to try to beat me in a duel, I’ll kill you. You and I know that will happen.

As for your friends…well, I don’t care what happens with them as long as I deal with you first.

So, are you going to tell me what you did or not?

I told you what I did. I told her that Sal had moved on and didn’t want to see her anymore. If she overreacted to that then it’s not my problem but I really didn’t tell her any mind blowing secret.
*Makes a grab for Sal but misses and vows to deal with him in private*

I think what I’m trying to ask is did you lie to her?

*Still feels Chiante’s hand on shoulder. A reminder that a fight won’t end well for anyone. Wishes he could be with just her.*

And did you send her a letter on Little Selwyn’s orders? For all I know, he’s feigning anger.

Well, it IS going to be your problem, Cousin!

*decides to leave, must write Gates back before she does… something terrible*

No he really is dating Garland, you can ask her yourself. As far as did Sal tell me to write the letter no, but really would you prefer that he just cheat on your sister without telling her?

Why on earth would anyone believe anything Lestrange says? You and she could be in on this twisted plan together. She’s not exactly the most *moral* person in the world, is she?

*Trying to stay calm, to keep Rawson calm, but it’s not working.*

Well, you’re implying two things here.

One, that my sister and your cousin were (or even are, for all I know) officially dating. Two that I don’t care. You’re probably wrong on the first count and definitely wrong on the second.

What I’d have liked is this: your cousin man up and take care of his problems like a real person and not rely on someone else to do so. Even better, it woud’ve been nice if they just hadn’t met at all.

Fine don’t believe me I really don’t care. Gates just punched a wall because she felt like it not because her “boyfriend” started dating somebody better. Believe it or not, not everything I do is a plot to annoy you. I just want to live my life as far away from scum as possible. Unfortunately you make that very difficult because you insist on getting involved in my family, and to be perfectly honest I wish they had just stayed far away from each other as well.

Somehow I have trouble believing anything you say, Selwyn. If you’ve hurt anyone today, it was your cousin. She’s been through this before, but him? Has he even had a crush before?

*Slowly turns to Chiante*

Would you be okay with going back to the House, dear?

He’ll get over it, Garland will certainly make him feel a bit better. Your sister though might not. Maybe she’ll just do us all a favor and die in prison.
So your dating Chainte now? She’s not bad looking, so how long before she dumps you just like whats-her-face? She seems reasonable intelligent, I’ll give your guys relationship about 4 months before you have her running for the hills.

*looks at Rawson with shock*

Rawson McDaniel, if you think I’m going to go back to the House, you’re sadly, sadly mistaken. I’m not going to leave you here to do something stupid that will make *me* want to kill you.

*glares at Myles*

And *you* can refrain from being so rude, thank you very much. Just because you think you’re all high and mighty doesn’t mean you are.

*Holds wand so hard it may break. Insulting my sister is one thing, but if you dare ever speak a word against Chiante again…*

*Grits teeth*

I wish you nothing but the best of luck, then, with trying to make your cousin hate you less.

*Must. Resist. Urge. To. Kill.*

*Mutters*

Can we leave before you’re prediction comes true and I do do something stupid?

Thanks but I really don’t need your luck, and if I were you I would be spending all the luck I had on trying to fix your sister and find Jordan, or have you given up the search for him already?

*Wand starts to splinter. No, Rawson, you need your wand! Punch him. Punch him so hard he won’t be able to think straight for a month.*

*Whacks Myles as hard as possible. The knuckle-on-chin sound echoes around the pub. Punches him again in the stomach.*

Don’t. You. Ever. Mention. My. Family. Again. Or. I. Will. Have. Your. Head.

*Turns and leaves the pub, hoping Selwyn is still breathless and bleeding. Hears Chiante curse him before catching up.*

*Grabs Chiante to stop the spell hitting her and easily dodges it.

Oh, if I weren’t in the presence of a lady, Selwyn…*

I don’t see a lady around here.
*smirks at Chiante*

*Intensifies glare at Myles and tries to keep Rawson from raising his wand again*

Clever, Selwyn. Really clever. Did you come up with that gem all on your own?

*notices Rawson trying to raise wand, fights back harder*

Rawson, don’t you dare!

Oh just let him fight if he wants to fight. Why don’t you hurry home though, wouldn’t want you to get caught in the crossfire. *rolls eyes*

Don’t think I can stand up for myself, Selwyn? Really? I don’t remember seeing you around when I did perfectly fine against your slime of a cousin and the rest of the Carrows little minions last year.

*brandishes scar*

Trust me, I have enough pent-up rage to take out you *and* your idiotic Death Eater friends, but I’m not nearly stupid enough to sink to your level. Nor will I let Rawson throw his life away for it either.

*glares at Rawson*

*Right,* Rawson?

(ooc: I think Rawson might be sleeping. I need to go to bed too. We can continue this tomorrow!)

(OOC: Aghh, sorry, I literally fell asleep at the computer! Continuing!)

*Flinches at sight of scar. It bothers him so much…and he doesn’t even know why.*

Of course, Chiante, of course. *Takes her hands in his and tries not to break her fingers*

As for you Selwyn…well, I wouldn’t expect anything less from you. Attacking while your enemy’s back is turned. A shameless scummy thing to do from a shameless scummy excuse for a person.

*Glares at Selwyn*

*Restless pacing in Azkaban.

-I haven’t heard from Rawson since yesterday.

=He’s probably out for revenge for you.

-I warned him, though, not to lay a finger on Sal. I’d never forgive him…never forgive myself for telling him…if he did anything to Sal.

=He knows that. I’m sure he won’t do anything incredibly stupid.

-Maybe he’s with Chiante. He did say he was going to see her…

=I’d say a 50/50 chance of that being true.

-Yeah, you’re right. I’m sure he’s with her and not trying to kill Sal…

=Are you okay?

-I miss him. It hurts more than ever before.*

*Sits down at writing area on the ground and picks up quill and parchment*

*Unsent owl*

Dear Sal,

I know about you and Garland. And I’ve decided that if she makes you happy, I’m not going to fight that. I know that *hard swallow, but still forces the words out* you’ll get over me, and I’m sure you and Garland will have a perfect pureblood union, just like everyone expects.

I’d suggest having multiple pureblood children that way the pureblood lines don’t die out. *What am I writing? I don’t even know any more.*

If you would consent, I’d like to picnic with you, just once. Garland can come, if you want her to, in case she thinks you’re cheating on her or something. I just want to congratulate the two of you. Be in Liverpool on 7 July at 1 pm if you ever want to see me again. I’ll understand completely if you aren’t there.

If you never want to hear from me or have any sort of contact with me ever again, I understand. You’re with a pureblood, and I’m sure you two are crazy about each other. Just tell me you never want me around again, and I can disappear better than a Demiguise.

Yours,
-Gates McDaniel

*Wishes she had the family crest stamp for the wax seal; it would make it more official. Seals the letter anyway and puts it in her robes. Maybe one day she would send it to him…not at that moment, though.*

On a completely off-topic note, but seeing as people here are probably more informed than I:

Whatever happened to Stamford Jorkins of the old Ministry-controlled MiM? Did he turn out to be Imperiused or Confunded, or was he being a disgrace to journalism of his own free will?

(OOC: I have no idea; that’s a good question. If I had to guess, I’d say he was probably just a disgrace to journalism on his own. It fits with the Ministry being a disgrace to the country.)

((OOC: You know, I’m wondering the same thing.))

((ooc: I’m surprised he wasn’t mentioned in the protest article, since he was the author of many of the anti-Rebellion articles that the protestors were using as ‘evidence’. Maybe his fate can be mentioned in a later article.))

*Bursts into bedroom and rushes to desk, breathing heavily. But must remain calm. For her.*

Gates, if you are still my Gates,

I know you don’t want to hear from me. Not yet. But you did say that we will talk face to face when you get out. It’s all I can hope for. Just to let me explain.

There’s a place for us,
Somewhere a place for us.
Peace and quiet and open air
Wait for us
Somewhere.
There’s a time for us,
Some day a time for us.
Time together and time to spare,
Time to look, time to care
Some day!
Somewhere
We’ll find a new way of living,
Will find there’s a way of forgiving
Somewhere…

Please forgive me.
I love you,
LT

*Receives letter after staring at stars for hours. The poor owl is exhausted from flying so fast.*

Forgive you…Sal, I already have. I don’t blame you. I told you this would happen. I’m just disappointed you couldn’t tell me yourself.

Never had a doubt in the beginning
Never a doubt
Trusted you true in the beginning
I loved you right through

On and on we laughed like kids
At all the silly things we did
You made me promises, promises
Knowing I’d believe promises, promises
You knew you’d never keep.

I can’t write you back. Not right now.

I can’t trust you any more, Sal. And I wish I could tell you all of this, but I can’t. Not right now.

*Folds letter and carefully puts in small bag with all of his other letters. They’re taken out and reread nightly. Except tonight.*

*over 24 hours without an owl. She is okay, isn’t she? Sure. Like she said, she doesn’t want to discuss it via letter. But a brief note from me couldn’t hurt. *

Dearest,

The letter that you wrote me made me stop and wonder why
But I guess you felt like you had to set things right
Just remember this, my girl, when you look up in the sky
You can see the stars and still not see the light, that’s right

I can live without another owl from you. Just not without hope that you are reading this, not tearing it up.

I love you. Still.
LK

*I deserve this silence. If she can only give us another chance. *

*owl*

My dearest,
Don’t you think the time was right for us to find
All the things we thought weren’t proper could be in time
And can’t you see which way we should turn together or alone
I can never see what’s right or what is wrong
Don’t you take too long to tell me

Only two more days. If only I knew. Without an owl in all this time…
Can we go on that picnic? Can we tell each other everything?

Waiting with love,
LT

*She gets out tomorrow!!!! The joy and fear of it is almost too much.*

Gates, My Gates,
I wouldn’t have thought I could stand it. My love was able to wait through more than a week of owls bringing words of love and then days and days of silence. Just know that my love can bear all things. My love believes all things. It hopes all things. Endures all things.

I beg you. Tell me if we can meet.
With greatest love,
LT

*Carefully reads each letter once then puts them with the others.*

*Final Owl sent while in Azkaban*

Sal…I want to see you still. How can I tell you that, though, when I don’t know if you really feel the same?

Tomorrow I’m going home to Liverpool. I’ll be there for a few days. If you really want to see me again…if you really want to be with me, meet me there.

And now you’ve given me
Given me
Nothing but shattered dreams
Shattered dreams
Feel like I could run away
Run away
From this empty heart…

-Gates

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