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Post by Markise Sterling on Sept 3, 2009 20:34:44 GMT -5
Markise nodded, looking at Quinn a moment longer before turning his gaze ahead once more. "It is," he told her, though he knew he couldn't really make a promise like that. But he knew how much better he felt about himself when he wasn't anywhere near his father. "So what year are you?" If she'd told him, he'd forgotten and he hoped she wouldn't call him on it. "You don't have to go back, do you?"
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Sept 3, 2009 20:45:50 GMT -5
"I'm a sixth year, although sometimes I feel like I don't have the knowledge that I need to compete at the right level." Quinn kept eating her apple as she thought about going back, "I don't think I'll ever have to go back. I am a liability to my step-father now. He just wants me to stay as far away from him as possible, and I am more than happy to oblige."
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Post by Markise Sterling on Sept 3, 2009 21:11:57 GMT -5
"A liability," Markise repeated. He was pretty sure he knew what that meant, and wondered why Quinn would be a liability. Did she know something he wished she didn't? It wasn't any of his business so he wouldn't outright ask, but he did wonder.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Sept 3, 2009 22:29:37 GMT -5
Quinn nodded, "I know alot of things about him that if," she lowered her voice in a bad imitation of her step-father, "anyone in respectable society found out, it would be bad." She blushed again when she realized she'd done that, she had never mocked her step-father with anyone but Kiley. "And I know things respectable society would throw him in Azkaban for."
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Post by Markise Sterling on Sept 3, 2009 23:32:36 GMT -5
Markise's eyes widened slightly, and he looked aside at Quinn again as he stopped in the corridor. "Seriously?" he asked, trying to keep his voice low. He glanced both ways down the corridor, trying to decide how close they were to one of the more populated places, but things moved around so much that he could never really be sure. "If he should be in Azkaban, you oughtta tell someone! I mean, someone who could do something!"
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Sept 4, 2009 0:09:27 GMT -5
Quinn stopped walking, her face becoming partially shuttered. If she could put her step-father in Azkaban she would, in a heart beat. After Kiley had died she'd tried her hardest to see him punished, but there hadn't been anything she could do about it, she'd only endangered herself. "I've tried," she said in a half whisper, "it doesn't work, so I'm trying to live my life everyday to the fullest hoping to spite him." It was horrible to say that when she still hadn't made any real friends here, but she was trying.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Sept 4, 2009 14:33:14 GMT -5
"Did you try alone?" Markise asked. "You need to try again, get more people! If he should be in Azkaban, letting it go is just gonna let him get away with it." Markise had to stop himself, had to press his lips tightly together and look away to keep himself from getting too emotional. But it wasn't right! People getting away with crap like that just because no one wanted to stir up sh~. He tried to separate whatever mysterious wrongdoing Quinn was talking about from the reason he'd transferred to Hogwarts in the first place, but it was nearly impossible to do.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Sept 4, 2009 15:25:31 GMT -5
Quinn shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes, "my word against an entire town's word isn't going to send him anywhere. He has political sway and a family name, I'm just the ungrateful stepchild." Shrugging bitterly Quinn looked ahead trying to move past vivid images running through her mind, echoes of the worst night of her life. "I tried, and it didn't work. That's why I want to create this advocacy club, to stand against him in the only way that I can."
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Post by Markise Sterling on Sept 4, 2009 16:47:43 GMT -5
"If it didn't work, you try again," Markise said, then shook his head as he heard himself. He hated that people could get away with things just because of a name, or who they knew! He ran his hand briefly through his hair before reaching into his pocket to pull out a clean handkerchief, offering it silently to Quinn. He didn't know what her little club could actually do, but he wished her luck.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Sept 4, 2009 17:19:02 GMT -5
Quinn took the hanky that Markise offered and dabbed at her eyes. She nodded a bit to herself, "I plan to, eventually, what he did, I can never forget it or forgive. But right now, I can't change it. I want to, but I can't." She didn't know how much of that was survivor's guilt, but she didn't feel powerful enough to affect him. She wasn't, and what was the word of a sixth year against a powerful figure.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Sept 4, 2009 19:11:18 GMT -5
Markise wished he could help, though he wished he could give instantaneous help rather than joining her club and picketing. He was definitely sending Brindle, and hoping it would soothe his conscience a bit. But he couldn't afford to be noticed! Not now, not after a year, not with only one left and more than his own life on the line for it. "For now, at least you're here," he said.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Sept 4, 2009 19:19:44 GMT -5
"Yeah I am here," Quinn sent a genuine smile to Markise, it was the first step she thought. Using the handkerchief to dab at her eyes a final time she sent Markise a grateful look. Handing the handkerchief back to Markise she gestured down a hallway, "this is my stop," she said. "Thanks for the walk, I hope you won't mind if I come and visit sometime. I enjoyed talking to you,' and she hadn't enjoyed another conversation with anyone since she'd been here.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Sept 4, 2009 19:26:56 GMT -5
Markise nodded. "Thanks for the apple," he said, his lips curving softly. He took back his handkerchief and tucked it away again, making a mental note to clean it once Quinn had taken off. "Visit whenever you want, it's been nice talking to you." It had made him think more than he might have liked to, but it was nice to talk to someone. He'd been reminded over the summer how much he needed social contact.
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Sept 4, 2009 19:32:54 GMT -5
Quinn grinned a bit shyly, and then turned down the hallway to the Gryffindor common rooms, "no problem on the apple. It was nice to meet you," she called over her shoulder as she headed back to her rooms, genuinely happy for once.
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