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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 13, 2009 22:11:54 GMT -5
"Of course I'm sharing my quarters," Michael said, "There was no way either of us could have stayed in the school." And Dare was far past tolerable. Most of the time. When they were good. Michael blinked and refused to let himself think about that any more today. At least...unless he was forced to when Dare came home.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on May 13, 2009 22:22:02 GMT -5
"I take it that things didn't go smoothly after that first article?" Eros asked, knowing the understatement in the words. There had been an uproar in the circles he traveled in, and he could imagine that, even outside the blatantly rude, Michael had likely had little time to rest. One of many reasons that Eros grew more careful with his personal habits over the years. It was one thing for news to trickle out over the years of one's youth and entirely another to have previous beliefs thrown to the wind.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 13, 2009 22:27:00 GMT -5
Michael shook his head and dropped his eyes to where his hand had moved to trace the pattern of the wood counter. "It was...worse than when I left the ranks." Not that that had been particularly horrible, but the short time during which things had happened had been bad, with threats against both him and Dru made. "I never expected it to be as bad as it was." And it had only gotten worse until Dare had been physically harmed! Even when it all finally started to die down, other things popped up, first the visit to his father...then.... He pushed those thoughts down again.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on May 14, 2009 7:13:43 GMT -5
"Worse than all that?" Eros asked. "I can only imagine." And yet he had no desire to do so. He thought it likely that it was because being a Death Eater was by no means a requirement to being a respected Pureblood. Not all were quite that fanatical. Being heterosexual enough to carry on the family name was a requirement. Any other preferences were to be carried out as an aside, not to the exclusion of duty. "I suppose it does make sense, though."
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 14, 2009 11:35:45 GMT -5
Michael shrugged, he had had nothing else to save back home by the time he met Dare. "Yes, it makes perfect sense for my father to try to kill us off," he muttered. That was truly the only backlash that he had gotten from any of the purebloods he had known. The rest of it had been from the students in the school...and the people in Hogsmeade....and even some in Diagon Alley.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on May 14, 2009 12:08:57 GMT -5
Eros blinked at that, obviously thrown by that information. "I say, that does seem to be a bit harsh," Eros declared. "Was disowning not sufficient? That is the usual way of things." Soren could easily have named someone else as his heir following the death of his wife. The man must have been disturbed to have attempted filicide. "When did this occur? I hadn't heard a word of it. Well, I suppose you have that much that the Daily Prophet never printed."
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 14, 2009 12:13:48 GMT -5
Michael snorted, that was a small consolation. "Back in November." Barely a week before his birthday. "Claimed to be willing to give me a second chance if I would join back up again and refuse to see Dare." Two things he would never do. Well...it was easy to tell himself that now. Then it had been all too easy to agree to do it when his other option was to see Dare killed.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on May 14, 2009 13:26:22 GMT -5
Eros was certain that his brow would remain in its slightly arched position for quite some time now. He immediately saw the futility in Soren's attempt to get Michael to rejoin; Michael hadn't wanted to join in the first place and had already left once. "Soren was persistent, if misguided," Eros said. He neglected to bring up the relatively short time frame between November and Soren's death. Michael had to have seen it as well.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 14, 2009 13:28:36 GMT -5
Michael nodded, but didn't say anything else on the subject of his father. "That was just one time, though," he said, "Everything at the school went on for months. The main reason we're living here now instead of in the dorms." He didn't plan to tell Eros everything that had happened, but if Eros asked, Michael would give him a little.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on May 14, 2009 13:34:21 GMT -5
"Like the pushy old witch with the son?" Eros asked, unable to really imagine it any other way. He was far more used to the subtle games, the acerbic remarks and snubs. Still, even with that comparison, he had difficulty picturing anything happening at a school that would be at all comparable to nearly being murdered by one's father. Of course, Eros's formal education consisted of etiquette and dance with other well-trained Pureblood youths.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 14, 2009 13:39:07 GMT -5
"Like defacing our property," Michael said, his nose wrinkling at the bitter memory of his sketchbook that still hurt. "And following us in the hall to say things, spreading lies..." There was more, and his voice said as much, but he hoped that Eros would catch it well enough not to ask directly what else. "We basically got run out of our dorms."
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on May 14, 2009 13:48:41 GMT -5
"Oh dear," Eros said. "I simply can't imagine. Did the staff do nothing?" He bristled at the thought. He had been lucky enough to be raised in a household that kept its young protected, if in a somewhat inattentive way. But somewhat certainly would have stepped in over such abuse. "This is when you began staying in Emilian's flat, yes?" Eros's mind was boggling at all this. Boys forced to share living space, and with those who obviously had no class. Welcome to the world of middle and lower class witches and wizards Eros shuddered at the thought.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 14, 2009 13:56:58 GMT -5
Michael nodded, "Yes, that's when we took over Emilian's. If the professors were doing anything about it all, I didn't notice anything different." He ran a hand through his hair and then settled his hands on his lap. "If you're not leaving, there's a chair in the back room if you want it." He realized he probably should have offered earlier, but he had had no intention of having a conversation with Eros, either.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on May 14, 2009 14:00:05 GMT -5
"If it's not too much of a bother having me," Eros said, then summoned the chair. It wasn't nearly as comfortable as he might have preferred, but it was better than hovering at the counter. Unfortunately, the floating chair must have caught the dog's attention, as she was poking her nose at him again before he was fully settled. "Good God, is this beast yours?" he asked, pushing her muzzle away again. He was sure to use the hand he'd used before lest his other get dirty as well.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 14, 2009 14:16:53 GMT -5
Michael smiled and patted his lap. Elouai's ears perked and she came over, propping her front paws on his knees. "Technically Dare wanted her," he said, rubbing at the base of her ears with both hands. "But yes, Elouai is ours." He glanced over at Eros, faintly amused at the sight of Eros so obviously uncomfortable with her. "It's not like she's poisonous or anything," he pointed out.
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