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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 21, 2008 11:27:24 GMT -5
Michael's hand wrapped around the back of Dare's neck and the other went around to his side, trailing up to his ribs. Michael turned into Dare even as he pulled him towards him. His mind flickered back to how they had ended up earlier in the evening, and it brought a pleasant tingle racing up and down his body at the remembered feel of Dare pressed against him.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 21, 2008 11:34:42 GMT -5
Dare's mind seemed to be following Michael's as he moved closer, his arm adjusting at Michael's back to pull them flush against one another. It was so easy to let go, to just kiss him, knowing now that they could stop, with just enough of his mind that he let the rest go. There wasn't anything else that mattered right now.
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Post by Adara Snow on Jul 21, 2008 11:43:35 GMT -5
Adara was in a panic by the time she found the room of requirement, though she hadn't specifically been looking for it. She'd been pacing the halls, wishing she could find Michael, desperately needing to talk to him when the door had appeared. Any chance had been worth taking, so Adara had opened the door and stepped through. She stopped on the threshold.
The momentary shock, however, wasn't enough to wipe Adara's mind clear of the thoughts that had consumed her as she'd rushed through the school. "Michael?" she called, her tone more tense than hesitant. She could think about this all later. That was Michael, wasn't it?
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 21, 2008 11:52:49 GMT -5
The soft, tense voice calling his name was enough to jerk Michael out of it. His eyes snapped open and he looked over towards the door, then his hands pulled away from Dare. "Adara?" he asked, glancing at Dare and shifting away, then looked down. He didn't catch that there was something wrong with Adara, the main thought in his mind was that she had walked in on him and Dare, an uncomfortable thought.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 21, 2008 11:58:40 GMT -5
Dare hadn't even heard her, and the sudden stop to every contact was like running into a brick wall. Dare felt like his lungs had seized, and only baredly caught what Michael had said as he glanced away. He looked toward the door, confusion melting when he saw that they weren't alone. His brows rose, but he couldn't think of a thing to say.
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Post by Adara Snow on Jul 21, 2008 12:06:15 GMT -5
Adara blinked, but her mind dismissed everything she'd seen, jumping on the fact that it was Michael. Her feet carried her quickly across the room, her journal clutched in one hand, her father's notes tucked inside. "Emilian is in danger," she said, falling to her knees in front of the couch, a gesture of supplication as she looked up at him. Her pale hands shook as she pulled out the notes, offering them to Michael. "He called to me, and I told him I would not come!" She had defied him, and Emilian would pay the price.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 21, 2008 12:23:03 GMT -5
Michael glanced up at Dare, reaching out for a hand even as he tried to push through the haze in his mind enough to concentrate on what Adara was saying. He took the notes, still uncertain and confused, and lay them in his lap to flip through. His eyes narrowed as he read them, "When did you get these?" He didn't know what he could do, he couldn't apparate in if Emilian hadn't taken down the shield, and surely there were still men out there.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 21, 2008 12:35:10 GMT -5
Dare was glad of the contact, and his hand firmed against Michael's as he leaned close to look at the notes. He'd decided after their last visit to Hogsmeade that he was out of his depth, but this just confirmed everything.
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Post by Adara Snow on Jul 21, 2008 13:10:30 GMT -5
"Today," Adara answered Michael. "The last half an hour ago. But he has said that it is already too late!" All she could think was that it had been too late when she had sent her first letter. She should never have brought Emilian to meet her father, should have never mentioned his name. He would be safe, then.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 21, 2008 13:24:14 GMT -5
Michael shook his head, "No, Emilian will be fine," he assured. Though he could see the worry in her eyes and could feel it constricting his own chest. His hand tightened in Dare's, the physical representation of his internal tension. "He was just trying to get you to leave the school," he said, whether he truly believed it or not.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 21, 2008 13:32:06 GMT -5
Dare would have felt completely useless if it hadn't been for the tightening of Michael's hand, reminding him that the connection was two-way. He squeezed Michael's hand back, hoping he could give comfort, even if he couldn't give any advice in this sphere.
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Post by Adara Snow on Jul 21, 2008 13:35:02 GMT -5
Adara searched Michael's eyes, wanting desperately to believe him. "It feels wrong," she said, unable to explain any more of the fear gripping her than that. Aside from her father's notes, she could feel Emilian missing, and even if it was a trick of her mind, it was too powerful to be ignored.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 21, 2008 13:44:00 GMT -5
Michael didn't know what to say to make it better, to ease her worries, mostly because his own chest felt strange, as though something horrible was happening. He was immensely glad for the feel of Dare's hand against his, it helped him not to panic. "I know, but I can't believe that he's...that something happened, or will happen, unless I see proof."
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 21, 2008 13:51:24 GMT -5
Dare could see how worried Michael was, could feel it in the tight press of his hand, and though he felt helpless, he had no thought of trying to excuse himself. His free hand rose to settle against Michael's back, to rub against him for what comfort it might bring, hoping he'd accept the touch.
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Post by Cleo Frost on Jul 21, 2008 13:57:35 GMT -5
Cleo shot along the corridor's hoping her hunch was right and she would find everyone in the RoR. She paced along the corridor and seized the handle with relief as she pulled open the door to step inside. She paused, letting her eyes adjust a little. She looked around and saw Michael and Adara, the third must be Dare, Michael's pitcures good enough for him to be recognised.
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