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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 27, 2009 18:05:16 GMT -5
Michael almost didn't make a connection with the name. But a faint memory knocked in the back of his mind, buried beneath years of other memories.
Sister?
Yeah, Ivy's eleven, looks nothing like me. I convinced her one time she was adopted.
His eyes widened as the remembered soft laugh faded from his mind and he looked up sharply at Markise. "Ivy?" he asked, "Are you sure?" No, it couldn't be her. There were plenty of girls named Ivy, and besides, the two of them hadn't gone to Hogwarts. His hand stopped whatever little motions it had started against Dare's skin.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on May 27, 2009 18:12:51 GMT -5
There was no mistaking the sudden tension in Michael, nor the look on his face, and Dare's attention immediately focused. He loosened his hand, then lightly squeezed it for whatever reminder he could give Michael that he was here. Looking for him. That, combined with everything he felt radiating from Michael, gave Dare an ominous feeling.
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Post by Markise Sterling on May 27, 2009 18:15:37 GMT -5
Markise nodded, a little afraid to be the messenger, though at least it looked like it had been a good idea not to just blow her off. "She said you used to be with her sister, and... she's a little crazy. I told her to sod off." Not in so many words, but it had come to the same thing. Markise didn't even notice his slip into British slang. He'd spent enough time in the clubs that he'd picked some words up. "She... said some crap." A lot of it, actually.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 27, 2009 18:18:37 GMT -5
"Emily's sister was named Ivy," Michael told Dare, then looked back at Markise. "What did she want?" he asked, trying to keep calm. Maybe it wasn't was bad as it sounded or felt...or maybe he was idiotic for hoping that. He quickly counted up in his head, she would be fifteen now, probably nearing sixteen. Physically, he didn't think she could do much. But then...he had heard rumors about what had happened to that family after...after everything.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on May 27, 2009 18:24:23 GMT -5
Dare's mind was a rush of thoughts at that revelation, and his hand tightened again as he tried to even decide how he felt about that. Michael didn't seem pleased, but then, she would be a huge reminder, wouldn't she? Then there was what Markise had said. He'd told her to sod off? She was a little crazy? "Spit it out, Markise," Dare said. He didn't want to wait half an hour for the story to come out, and he didn't think Michael could handle waiting that long.
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Post by Markise Sterling on May 27, 2009 18:31:26 GMT -5
Markise was back to tearing up strips of grass again. He was afraid to say everything that had happened, but if Dare thought he should just say it... "She came up saying she was new and she wanted to ask me stuff, and how she knew Michael, and... she said some crap. I told her it was bullsh~ and Michael's nice and everything..." Markise kept his gaze firmly down rather than see how Michael took that, or if he even noticed with everything else. "And she went all psycho about people not changing and like, I told her they could and that good people shouldn't go to Azkaban just so she could feel justified. She said she didn't want to deal with me, I said she was looking for someone to blame and told her to talk to Dru." He glanced up hopefully, wondering how big a hole he'd just dug.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 27, 2009 18:34:41 GMT -5
Michael was speechless. She wanted him to go to Azkaban? Not that he had never thought about it before, but everything that had happened was so far in the past that it didn't seem plausible anymore. His hands went slack around Dare's and he stared at Markise blankly as he tried to figure it out. What had she said that Markise had blown off? He couldn't go to Azkaban! But he knew he was lucky that he wasn't there right now, he was so incredibly lucky that he had run into Grey that night and gotten off easy. There had always been a fear that he had gotten off too easy, and now...maybe it was finally catching up to him.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on May 27, 2009 18:44:04 GMT -5
Dare shook his head, once to tell Markise not to worry about it just yet, then again as he looked aside at Michael, threading their fingers together. "It won't happen," he assured Michael, then raised his voice for Markise to hear without actually shifting his attention. "The Order of the Phoenix watches out for Michael," he said. "Michael, the Headmistress protected Emilian, she's not going to let anything happen to you. Neither is Grey, and neither am I."
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Post by Markise Sterling on May 27, 2009 18:47:54 GMT -5
Markise's eyes widened slightly, and he was surprised enough that he didn't notice the link of their hands. The Order of the Phoenix. Markise had heard about them, but they were protecting Michael? It had to be impossible for a teenage girl to combat the Order of the Phoenix. A psycho teenage girl. "So, like, I could go to the Headmistress," he offered hopefully.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 27, 2009 18:52:21 GMT -5
"I've done a lot more than Emilian, Dare," Michael pointed out when he pulled himself from his thoughts. All she had to do was get together some people and talk to the right persons in power. And as far as he was aware, Savannah wouldn't have turned Emilian in, anyway, she didn't do anything to get him in trouble by her own choice. If she had come to Hogwarts to look for him, especially at this time, right at the end of a school year, she had to be determined.
Something like not being able to get him punished legally wouldn't stop someone like that from doing something else. He remembered clearly words that had been said by a supporter when he had turned himself in, they would go after the ones he cared for. He couldn't know that she wouldn't do the same. If she had come this far. Michael tightened his hands again around Dare's.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on May 27, 2009 19:00:51 GMT -5
Dare shook his head again, and his hand tightened with Michael's. "You quit years ago," he argued, though he couldn't brush off what Michael had done, no matter how he refused to think about it just now. "You're done with it, everyone knows that, and if we have to, we'll run off to Spain or something." Part of him realized that Markise was still there, but at the moment he was concentrating on getting rid of this feeling of near-panic. Besides, they could get married if they lived in Spain long enough.
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Post by Markise Sterling on May 27, 2009 19:03:43 GMT -5
Markise was looking determinedly away from DareandMichael right now. He'd become highly uncomfortable at Michael's declaration of how much he'd done, and at Dare's mention of Spain, he cut his attention off entirely. Apparently this was a private matter now, and Markise hated feeling useless. He grabbed his book bag. "So like, if you don't have any questions, I ought to go," he tried. He wasn't even sure he'd be acknowledged.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 27, 2009 19:08:19 GMT -5
"Did she say anything else?" Michael asked, looking up at Markise. The way Markise had talked, she hadn't, but then it also sounded like he had blown off everything. He didn't mean to ignore what Dare said, but he couldn't bring himself to be as positive about it as that. Couldn't she have waited? Or even come earlier? But she had to come now?
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on May 27, 2009 19:11:39 GMT -5
Dare turned back to Markise now, though his hand remained firmly wrapped around Michael's. Markise had probably just given the gist of things, and maybe there was some little detail he hadn't mentioned that would tell them something more. He wasn't letting anyone take Michael from him.
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Post by Markise Sterling on May 27, 2009 19:17:57 GMT -5
Ugh. Markise had thought he could finally slip away. He settled again, then wracked his brain for anything that could be even remotely important. "Um, she's staying for the summer and she's in Slytherin, and I don't think she knew anything about where you are or anything. She's pissed about your dad, too," he said, glancing up at Michael, then back down. "She said something about reports, but everything she said about you was guesses, I think she's just crazy. Then she took off, like I said." He glanced up again. Can I go now?
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