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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Feb 27, 2009 11:29:32 GMT -5
The final flick and the chairs were finally put back up. Lucretia looked around the room, her face pulled up in the corners, her life had become uneventful, which was what she wanted, but a part of her was itching for some drama.
Shaking her head she made it behind the counter looking for a specific shirt. A curse came from her lips, the shirt that she used to experiment in the kitchen was with Emilian. After the... ruckus... they had caused, she never got it back.
Blowing a strand of hair from her face she looked out the window of her shop. The street was deserted, and it wasn't like anyone would really see her.
Quickly, Lucretia pulled the shirt she was wearing off and flipped it inside out. Hurrying, she forced it back over her head, struggling to her her arms through. With a groan she managed to slip her shirt fully back on
Pulling a band she tied her hair in a messy ponytail and pointed her wand to the kitchens. The things she needed floated out and settle on the table before her. A smirk was on her face, life was so easy when you were a witch.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 28, 2009 13:14:35 GMT -5
Michael had intended to just go by the little post office in town to send something off before apparating home, but he couldn't resist the pull when, from the corner of his eye, he caught evidence of life in the Three Broomsticks. It had been months since he had seen anything happening in the place. Could it mean Storm was back? He stopped in his tracks. It had been nearly a year since he had been in contact with anyone other than Dare and Dru.
Everyone Michael had known had disappeared and he had had no idea where they were. His left hand in his pocket fingered the ring there absently as he debated, then a few moments later he went to the door to walk in. He knocked as his other hand caught the door handle and opened it, only to see a maid-like Storm in the middle of the room. His eyes widened. "Long time no see," was the only thing that could come from his lips. His left hand immediately went down under his cloak to an inner pocket again, though he wasn't exactly sure why.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Feb 28, 2009 14:19:41 GMT -5
Lucretia looked up, quite startled by the voice she hadn't heard in ages. Definitely long time no see, but she had heard a lot, some she believed, other things she wasn't sure thinking maybe it was the Kedavra women going overboard.
"And Michael wins understatement of the year and 2009 barely started." at first her expression seemed neutral, until a full blown smile stretched across her lips. It was good to see a familiar face again. Especially since Michael was one of the few people she was on good terms with.
"Oh, please come in." pulling out a wand, she flicked it towards one of the tables. The chairs soared in the air then settled themselves upright on the floor.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 28, 2009 14:29:27 GMT -5
Michael smiled at hers and untied his cloak to drape it over the back of one chair before sitting down. It was much easier to not feel self-conscious about the ring on his finger with the smile and her good natured words. He had missed having a friend other than Dare or Dru, a true friend that he could talk to about just about anything. She had even known about his insecurity over his Mark. "So where have you been all this time?" he asked, tilting his head.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Feb 28, 2009 14:39:32 GMT -5
Placing everything down, she went behind the counter and pulled out two mugs from the cupboard. His question brought a slight frown to her face, but she always was honest with Michael, probably the only person she really was honest with.
“Right here, what would you like to have?” she didn’t really need to explain. It was obvious how she did it. Up until two hours ago, the Three Broomsticks was always locked up and the windows boarded up. No one could see inside and no light would seep through to the outside.
Lucretia looked up at him, she biting hard on her lip, her eyes asking so many questions, but she would wait until he told her. She wasn’t in any rush and didn’t want to pressure him into saying something he wouldn’t want to say.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Feb 28, 2009 14:45:07 GMT -5
Michael ran a hand through his hair, "Just a butterbeer," he said. Had she really just been in the Three Broomsticks this whole time? "How have you been?" he asked instead of asking the more pressing question of why she had locked herself up. The answer to his spoken question should give enough of a clue to satisfy his curiosity. He saw the questions in her eyes, but he wasn't about to just up and say that he was engaged to a male halfblood from America without her asking.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Mar 1, 2009 7:41:03 GMT -5
She nodded her head and poured two butterbeer's. The room was filled with an awkward silence as she made her way to him. Placing the two mugs gently on the table she sat down, playing with the handle of her mug she chose her words carefully. Michael was perceptive and lying would be a mistake.
"Getting by." she drummed her nails on the table, her eyes fixed on the gentle motion carried out by her fingers. She would let him take her words in anyways he wanted to, she really couldn't say anything else, it seemed as though it would cause her a struggle.
"And yourself... or rather Hogwarts in general. Still drama filled and chaotic as usual?" she asked him, a hint of a smile played on the corners of her lips. Somehow, Hogwarts seemed like such a stereotype. The dark looming castle, infested with a bunch of dysfunctional witches and wizards... yet somehow, she wouldn't have it any other way.
"I mean I can't pass judgment based on the Daily Prophet." she was getting dangerously close to the subject about him.
Lucretia had remembered reading it, she immediately came up with two conclusions. Either it wasn't real and Kedavra had once again gone too far, or it was true and she would be completly supportive of Michael, especially since she met Dare and liked him.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 1, 2009 11:47:31 GMT -5
Michael took a long drink from his mug before even thinking about answering. He wanted to ignore what she had said and push for why she had been locked up. That felt like a betrayal. He and Dare hadn't hidden anything from anyone since that Prophet had come out, so why should it matter that it was Storm? "If you don't pass judgment you're better than the majority of the people up there," he said finally, tilting his head back toward the school.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Mar 1, 2009 12:09:35 GMT -5
"I don't want to, it's not my place to look down on any decision you made. Maybe I wouldn't make one similar, but that's because I'm not you and I'm not... Dare." she started, she wanted to get this out of the way, if she was going to retain a good relationship with Michael.
She was fuming, wondering what would be best to say to him in such a situation, so far, he sort of confirmed that the article was true, sort of did.
"Is what's written in the prophet really true? Or an exaggeration?" either way, she wasn't sure if it would really matter to her, she was trying to look at all of this in a neutral standpoint, neither as a supporter or an someone who opposed the idea.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 1, 2009 12:15:46 GMT -5
Michael sighed and looked down at the liquid in his mug. "The first one was an exaggeration. It all just kind of...happened... I was still technically with Anna, but I hadn't seen her in months, and I met Dare and things just...happened." Then there had been the ball and the costumes and then Anna telling him she had kissed someone and him telling her he had been Captain Jack Sparrow. He closed his eyes. That part didn't need to be told.
"Well, I broke up with Anna end of June. Then that Prophet came out and we got all kinds of hell from the guys in the dorms and from our families. We couldn't even stay in our dorms at night, anymore." Michael didn't tell her where they had been staying, he didn't think that was necessary. "Now we're living in Diagon Alley and...." he trailed off and looked down at the ring on his left hand. The copper color reflected the room faintly and the image was broken up by the leaf pattern engraved in it. "And now we're engaged." And the story was out, or the majority of it, if she wanted to know more, she would have to ask.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Mar 1, 2009 12:23:34 GMT -5
It was enough, she really didn't need anymore and she definitely wasn't going to ask anyways. Everything was confirmed and so she also looked down at her cup deep in thought. She wasn't thinking about how she should feel, but rather the best thing she should say at such a time.
"I would tell you that I'm completly going to support you on this, but does my opinion really matter?" the question was more or less a rhetorical question, if he chose to answer it or not wouldn't make that much of a difference, maybe not for him, for her though it would ease a lot.
Lucretia was wondering if they were still on good terms. Of course she couldn't recall having any argument with Michael, especially because she was too busy with others and the problems surrounding them, but she wondered if Michael still considered her as a friend.
"Does anyone's opinion other than your own and Dare's really matter to you?" she raised the cup to her lips, wanting to distract herself, and taking a sip was the perfect one at this point. Placing her mug down slowly, she didn't move to meet his eyes, but kept them on the mug in front of her.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 1, 2009 12:30:16 GMT -5
Michael kept his eyes down. It was the first time he had really had someone he could even consider talking to about things since that first day Dare had leaned in to kiss him. "It shouldn't. But..." He licked his lips as he thought before he could answer. "But how can it not bother me when we didn't have a single person happy for us when we told them we were together?" Even family and their closest friends had given them looks. Even the ones that accepted it hadn't immediately said they were happy, and Michael could tell there was still a bit of awkwardness about them.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Mar 1, 2009 12:37:45 GMT -5
She nodded her head in understanding, Michael was from a pureblood society, and she recalled that Dare wasn't a part of that circle. She nodded her head getting the picture that he was painting.
"You're parents didn't take it too well I'm guessing." she said softly, now she was looking up, this time, Michael was the one who could really use some comforting, reaching out to place on hand on his she gave him a reassuring smile.
"If it helps, you two have got my vote." her smile was genuine for once, it was rare for her to smile in such a manner. She wasn't sure if it would help, but it was the best she could do.
Lucretia slowly frowned as one thing hit her, or rather one person. Emilian knew Michael for much longer than anyone in this school did, so it must have had some impact on him.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Mar 1, 2009 12:43:00 GMT -5
Michael looked up and a small smile spread over his lips. "Thank you," he said, then looked away. "The family didn't take it well, my father...let's just say I have a new scar now. And his dad wasn't very happy with it, but Dare talked to him and it's better now." He glanced up at her and saw the frown then and tilted his head. "What is it?"
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Mar 1, 2009 12:59:35 GMT -5
She supposed that whatever scar Michael was talking about wasn't her business to pry into, so she let that drop, his question was expected, and she was building up to it. Taking a few breaths she tried to make it seem casual, as if she was just going to ask him the weather.
"Well... how did Emilian take it?" she was glad that was off her chest. Lucretia diverted her eyes once again from Michael and returned both hands to the mug, she felt like a naughty girl who was about to be scolded by her mother.
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