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Post by Emilian Sota on Jul 14, 2008 20:07:02 GMT -5
Emilian didn't speak, glad for once for the silence. The flier with Adara's note on the back burned in his pocket, a teasing glimpse into how she was dealing with everything. He knew that she could live through it, that she would be alright, in the end, but that didn't keep him from wanting to be with her or from wondering when he would see her again. When, not if. He would see her again, whatever it took, that man wasn't going to take her from him.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 14, 2008 20:51:33 GMT -5
The silence was stifling at first, but Dare didn't feel like breaking it. He absorbed himself in drawing, instead. The motion of his hand, the lines developing across the page, and the soft scratching sounds pulled him into himself, until he was able to let the tension go, bit by bit.
Eventually, Dare didn't notice the silence anymore, and since his thoughts had shifted, he thought nothing of speaking. "So what do you think will happen now they know they can't track Adara with that quill anymore?" It hadn't clicked immediately, but it made sense that the quill must have had a tracking spell of some sort on it. Otherwise, why would those men have been so persistent in asking about her?
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 14, 2008 21:05:38 GMT -5
Michael was happy with the silence, though she was also glad to hear Dare break it. He hadn't thought of that, "Maybe he'll owl it back to her." He didn't really think so, but it was something to say. He let his mind stay focused on the paper in front of him, not wanting to think about it any more until they had to leave.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jul 14, 2008 21:11:48 GMT -5
Emilian shook his head, he didn't think that the man would send it through owl. "No, he'll send an owl, but not to give it back. He'll ask her to, no," he stopped himself and shook his head again. "He'll tell her to go down to Diagon Alley." Emilian didn't have the feeling that her father would take kindly to her giving away the quill.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 14, 2008 21:17:57 GMT -5
"Well, he can't make her go," Dare said offhandedly. "It's not like he can lay seige to the castle." That hadn't happened since Voldemort's return, a situation so entirely different from the current one that there was no comparison. Dare didn't realize that his comment was exposing how very little he actually knew about the situation. He'd only been thinking out loud, not thinking about any deeper meanings to anything.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 14, 2008 21:28:01 GMT -5
Michael remained silent on that front. He knew what fathers could do when their children felt they had no other choice, he knew first hand. He kept his head down, letting his hair fall around his face. His own father hadn't made him join, but he had had no choice either way. Michael's hand slowed to a stop on the page for a moment before he forced it to move again, going quicker as he tried to take away the connection.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jul 14, 2008 21:35:18 GMT -5
"She listened to him when he told her to stay in the castle and not even stop by to see me after the meeting," Emilian said, "Why would this be any different?" He knew that Adara's note had said that she wouldn't go, but he couldn't get the thought out of his head. "She said she wouldn't, though," he pulled out the letter and looked down at it, reading over that part. Do not worry for me.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 14, 2008 21:48:18 GMT -5
Even as lost in his art as he'd been, the sudden return of every tension and more was enough to raise Dare's head and stop his hand. He realized he'd said something, even if he wasn't sure what it was, and began to run through his words in his mind even as his gaze swung from Emilian to Michael. The connection trickled, then all at once everything Michael had confided slammed into focus, leaving him breathless. No, the man couldn't physically drag her out of Hogwarts, but there were ways to manipulate that never even occured to Dare without prodding.
He wanted to go to Michael, to say he was sorry for his careless words. He wished he could take them back or give Michael some comfort, but there was nothing he could do right now. Not with Emilian here. Dare looked back down at his paper, his posture echoing Michael's, though, for the moment, he couldn't think to draw.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 14, 2008 22:04:07 GMT -5
Michael didn't look up, "She cares too much about you to go see him." His voice was soft, the only reason he spoke to try and keep the uncomfortable tension in the silence away. It failed, though, the soft words only serving to make the air thicker, in his mind. It weighed on him, making his chest heavy when he drew a breath, his heart jumping higher than it usually rested.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jul 14, 2008 22:09:06 GMT -5
Emilian felt the new tension, made obvious by Dare's silence and the quiet way Michael spoke. It took him a moment, but it clicked that Michael must have been thinking about his father. If Michael wasn't going to talk about it, he wouldn't bring it up. "It says that she won't, I don't think she will, but then, I was certain she was going to come by after leaving her father's store." He couldn't help feel guilt for that thread of uncertainty.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 14, 2008 22:13:52 GMT -5
Dare's voice was low when he spoke. "And he was certain she'd keep the quill," he said, the only thing he could think of to lighten the tension, since there was no addressing the bigger problem. He silently cursed Emilian's presence right now, cursed himself for his bout of art-inflicted verbal diarrhea.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 14, 2008 22:25:00 GMT -5
"Adara can surprise you," Michael said, "Just like that day in the Room of Requirement." He was digging for a way to get rid of some of the tension and he hoped that remembering it would let Emilian crack a smile and that it would work. He needed the tension to leave, even if it wasn't all of it, any small bit would help.
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Post by Emilian Sota on Jul 14, 2008 22:27:51 GMT -5
It took a second for Emilian to figure out what Michael was talking about, but when it filtered through his mind, a wide smile spread across his lips. "Yes, she does tend to surprise, doesn't she?" She was so different from how she was when he had first met her, while at the same time she was still her, still the same in many ways. That blush still came over her cheeks, she still had that innocence around her that had pulled Emilian in.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 14, 2008 22:32:44 GMT -5
If anything, Dare's head dipped lower. Though he didn't know any of the details, he did have enough of a grasp on what they were talking about to feel a sudden Silver-esque desire to disappear. He moved his pencil against the page a moment, but the scratching noise was distracting, so he stopped. His drawing was done anyway.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 14, 2008 22:44:45 GMT -5
Michael finally let his eyes slip up to glimpse Dare, wishing he could talk to him. His eyes then turned to Emilian, glad to see a smile and see that at least a little bit of the tension gone. Emilian's problem was a large part of it, and with him more at ease the air seemed lighter, even if Michael's own chest was still heavy. "Never came in contact with anyone quite like her before," he said, for the sake of the sound.
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