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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Aug 5, 2007 16:37:35 GMT -5
Michael stared at the still full drink in front of him as he listened. "I've done all I can, I guess, I suppose I should just go on with my life...if she wants to talk to me...." he paused, "She's the type that will hunt me down." He almost smiled as he thought of her, his thoughts turned to that last kiss he had stole from her on the boat before running. "Of course, there are others that will hunt me down as well," he said, the ghost smile fading. "Every Slytherin and Death Eater hates me now...they'll do anything to make me miserable, even go after Dru, I wouldn't doubt."
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Post by Greyson "Grey" Sebastien on Aug 6, 2007 10:19:10 GMT -5
Grey looked up at Michael, a knowing glint stealing into his eyes. "Then it would be wise to align yourself with someone powerful enough to keep your enemies at bay." He glanced down at the Order ring gleaming innocently on his finger. "And I wouldn't worry too much about Dru. She counts those you seek as her friends." Himself included.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Aug 6, 2007 10:35:49 GMT -5
"Would they help me?" he asked softly, he had attacked an Order member, though he had also attacked a Death Eater as well. His mind believed what Grey said about not worrying about Dru, he knew as well as anyone that she could take care of herself and that she had powerful friends, but it didn't stop him worrying, the image of her being ganged up on by a bunch of angry Slytherins or Death Eaters entered his mind and he nearly winced before wiping it from his mind, or trying to at least.
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Post by Greyson "Grey" Sebastien on Aug 8, 2007 8:30:39 GMT -5
"As long as they believe you're sincere, yes, the Order will help you." Grey let his words sit, one last, subtle warning to Michael. "It'll take time for your past to fade, I won't lie to you. It may never be forgotten entirely. But you have much in your favor. I will help you, Michael, and the Order will support me."
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Aug 8, 2007 11:18:03 GMT -5
"Thank you," Michael breathed the words, a breath of relief. Maybe, just maybe, he would be able to move away from the past, perhaps even win Dru back to him. "I'm indebted to you for this." For more than just agreeing to help, but for not condemning him, for not attacking him that night, for understanding.
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Post by Greyson "Grey" Sebastien on Aug 13, 2007 20:28:45 GMT -5
Grey was silent for a moment, letting Michael's words settle. He wouldn't deny them. Grey's reputation with the Order would depend on his ability to judge Michael's character. He prayed the teen was what he seemed. "It will take time, Michael, and patience. As long as you are willing, I will be as well." Grey glanced over his shoulder, where the bartender stood not far off, polishing a dirty glass with an even dirtier rag. He gestured for a refill before turning back to Michael and his untouched butterbeer. "Drink up, there is much to celebrate." Grey smiled at the irony of the situation, as well as the reason for celebration. One did not often take part in reforming a Death Eater.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Aug 13, 2007 20:36:56 GMT -5
Michael smiled and picked up his drink. He looked at it for a few moments before gesturing towards Grey. "To a new life," he said, then took a long drink. A fresh start, his eyes glittered slightly at the idea, he had never thought he would have the chance, had always assumed he was stuck with the path he had chosen with no way out.
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