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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Mar 20, 2010 21:46:33 GMT -5
"Sure, it was something the whole family did. My father and mother own a wand business. It's...I own a wand shop of my own in Diagon Alley. I'm really good at making green wands." Not the color green, but efficiency green, organically green wands. They were low impact, hurt no one. "It's important to take things into consideration when you deal with wands, the ingredients are so wide scale that theres more than just finished product to consider."
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Post by Kane Garrett on Mar 20, 2010 23:34:12 GMT -5
"It's good that you have something like that," Kane said, this sidestep as easily visible as the last. "Tell me about your parents. Did you and Kiley learn to make wands from them?"
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Mar 20, 2010 23:37:11 GMT -5
She nodded as she thought about it, "well my father at least. He is the only wand business close to us, he owns the territory." Quinn tucked her hair behind and ear, finger curling in a lock of it around her collar. "My biological father, he was a muggle. Some sort of explorer or adventurer. He had a boat."
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Post by Kane Garrett on Mar 21, 2010 2:40:54 GMT -5
"So your stepfather owns the wand shop," Kane observed, noting Quinn's attempts to change the subject with her mood, that she simply skipped over rather than touching around. "And your mother," he added. "Tell me more about them."
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Mar 21, 2010 10:58:47 GMT -5
"Mother is a pureblood. The disgrace to her name if she had had my sister and I out of wedlock to a muggle was simply to much. Especially after my dad died. So she married my stepfather." Quinn searched for something nice to say about their mother, something she had done that was motherly. "She gave us a picture of our dad once, when father wasn't looking."
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Post by Kane Garrett on Mar 21, 2010 11:12:35 GMT -5
That told Kane more than Quinn likely realized. It set a far different picture than she'd been trying to give before and he felt like he was getting closer now. "So you never knew your father," Kane clarified. "Does your stepfather know?"
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Mar 21, 2010 11:18:50 GMT -5
"Of course. He's older than my mother, by quite a bit. He needed a wife, needed children to give his family name and wealth to when he passed. Maybe he hoped in the beginning that we were boys. But he and mother never had more children, so I imagine," knowing what she knew now thanks to Katia, "that they could not have children together," or that they hadn't touched one another, she wasn't sure.
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Post by Kane Garrett on Mar 21, 2010 11:21:20 GMT -5
Kane nodded, following along easily now. Quinn was no longer rambling, but choosing her words carefully. However much was left unsaid, it wasn't difficult to read between the lines. "How was your relationship with your stepfather? How did he treat you and Kiley?"
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Mar 21, 2010 11:24:26 GMT -5
Quinn shook her head, her hands wrapping around to rub against her arms. "I don't want to talk about it. It doesn't get me anywhere. I'm here now, and I don't want to go back, ever." If she went back it would be as Kiley had been, she would never leave again, even if she still lived. "Besides, we were, I am, my father's heir, and that is all anyone else knows. Only you, and Lyric know he's my step-father."
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Post by Kane Garrett on Mar 21, 2010 11:30:08 GMT -5
Kane inclined his head in understanding. "That will stay between us," he promised. And for now, though he thought he'd found the root of things, he decided not to push. He knew where to look and he wanted her to come back, to talk to him again. "You've done a great job, Quinn. Do you want to talk about something else for now? School?"
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Mar 21, 2010 11:34:17 GMT -5
Quinn shrugged, "what is there to talk about school. I'm doing fine in the classes I understand, professor Medina says I'm flying in potions, she told me I should do more with it than making wands." She loved potions, herbology, care of magical creatures, did well in charms, strived in muggles studies, and the rest of them well she'd manage to scrape by.
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Post by Kane Garrett on Mar 21, 2010 11:38:43 GMT -5
"You could tell me more about your friends," Kane suggested. He glanced down at his notes. "Markise?" he asked. He looked up as a note flew into the room, fluttering lightly as it landed on his desk. "Excuse me," Kane said, taking a moment to unfold the piece of parchment. He read it through twice before turning it over and looking back up at Quinn. "Lyric has been taken to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries," he said. "They have limited experience with things like this, but are willing to do everything they can to help."
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Mar 21, 2010 11:41:11 GMT -5
Lyric, Quinn thought, inwardly aching for what she had done, helped with. But he would be safe there until they could help him, until he was not suicidal anymore. "Does it always feel selfish, when you help a friend who doesn't want the help?" Lyric could never know it was her, and it was a dark secret she had to carry now.
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Post by Kane Garrett on Mar 21, 2010 11:48:51 GMT -5
Kane brought his hands together on the stack of papers that littered his desktop and nodded. "It's difficult to do something like this, but you're not selfish for it. As much as it might feel like it, you're not helping them just for yourself, right? It's because you care, because they're friends or family. It's very brave, Quinn."
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Post by Quinn Ashwinder on Mar 21, 2010 11:51:46 GMT -5
"But what if it was for me, so that I don't have to be here alone, so I have Lyric. I mean, I know what he feels like..." the words slipped out before she could stop them, and she shut her mouth, her hands stilling against her arms. What she wanted to finish saying was, how was it not selfish for her to ask him to stay, when she herself had contemplated what he had contemplated.
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