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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Jun 27, 2015 6:32:16 GMT -5
At least when she woke up she was greeted with a smile not the blank curtains drawn around her. Storm felt a bit claustrophobic she felt like behind the curtains her father could be lurking, but she wouldn’t say this she knew her privacy was more important. The last thing Storm needed was someone to recognize her. The name almost threw her off, but who else would use that name other than Chase. Had she have been here under better circumstances she’d have smiled maybe laughed, but she just couldn’t bring herself to do any of those she stared back at Abi with barely a thankful look she hated bothering people and this was something she didn’t have to bring to the school.
Storm shook her head Chase was right there was no time to think about what could have been she had to think about now and right now she had to be Miss Kitten. “Will I be able to leave today?” she could summon her house elf and be gone, but where would she go? With her mother dead the safe houses magic was compromised and she wouldn’t dare put her cousin at risk—she had already lost one family member.
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Post by Abigail Reynolds on Jun 27, 2015 10:32:09 GMT -5
Abi nodded brightly. "You'll need to check in with a Healer regularly to keep track of some of the deeper injuries, but you should be able to leave in another hour or two." She glanced down at her notes. "Oh! The Deputy Headmaster wants to talk to you before I let you go. If you feel ready for a visitor, I can send for him."
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Jun 27, 2015 11:14:16 GMT -5
It was reassuring to know she would be in moving condition soon. Storm thanked the healer she probably put her through more than she deserved. Storm saw that the healer might have been pregnant and it only made her feel guiltier for coming to the school; somethings never changed Storm would always be a screw up. "Yes I think it's best if I see him now. Thank you..." she wasn't sure what her name was and the least she could do was thank the woman by name.
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Post by Abigail Reynolds on Jun 27, 2015 11:44:46 GMT -5
Abi's smile widened a bit. "Madam Reynolds," she said, "but you can call me Abi or Abigail if it makes you more comfortable." She sent a vial and a few small tubs of salves floating back to the office, then made one last note on her parchment. "I'll call him in."
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Jun 27, 2015 12:37:10 GMT -5
Chase arrived five or ten minutes later, but stopped to speak with the Healer first. He needed to know just how Storm was doing, and when he understood, he had a favor to ask Abigail. Finally, he let himself into Storm's curtained-off area. "I've found somewhere for you to spend the summer," he said, "but I'm sending Abigail with you. If you say you'll teach next semester, you'll stay under Hogwarts protection, but even if you don't, Michael has room for you."
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Jun 27, 2015 12:58:32 GMT -5
“Thank you Abigail,” it was nice to see a friendly face and she echoed the same smile althought it was obviously forced. Years ago, Storm wondered how she would handle all this. She would have scoffed probably even mocked kindness, but now she could only be grateful after all she had been through. Storm nodded and waited for Chase eyes shut as images of the events flashed through her mind.
When she heard the curtains open her eyes opened body stiffened as if expecting someone else, but seeing Chase’s figure was comforting and she allowed herself to relax again. She listened to him carefully weighing her options not once looking to meet his gaze. There was still some pride left in her no matter how broken she was and right now the least she could do was pull her weight. “I’ll go and when I’m back I’ll teach. It’s the least I can do to repay…,” Storm trailed off. Who was she trying to repay? Chase? Hogwarts? She couldn’t be sure, but one thing she was certain of Storm owed Chase so much and that included her life. “Thank you for everything.” It took her so long for her to finally say those words to him.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Jun 27, 2015 13:20:25 GMT -5
Chase's gaze dropped to the floor a moment as he clasped his hands lightly behind his back. "You're welcome," he said. He took a breath and looked up. "You'll be side-along apparating with Abigail and Skylar Constantine. For your safety, you won't know where you're going until you're there, and any records will have a pseudonym. You'll be in good hands."
Part of him wanted to say more, but he wouldn't reference things that had happened so long ago. Who they'd been, who they might have been, and who they'd become were beside the point, and talk was just that. Anything he might have wanted to tell her once, any regrets he might have had, he'd make up for in his own way. It was too late for them, but not for her.
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Jun 27, 2015 14:01:14 GMT -5
Storm still wouldn’t look up playing with a loose thread on the sheet covering her now clean robes. It was nice knowing things could be like this. It was a far cry from how she pictured them to be all those years ago, but they were adults and they had grown and even if their fate was resigned to diplomacy, friendship and hopefully respect it would be enough.
Storm was slightly comforted knowing the kind healer would be with her she could deal with her, but the name Constantine sounded vaguely familiar and she wasn’t sure why it made her a bit uneasy. Shrugging the feeling aside she knew it was probably nothing and she was just anxious. Storm wondered if Chase would be going, but she highly doubted it. He had a family to go home to and she knew the responsibility that came with it.
“So Kitten…” she had to admit it was unexpected, but he did have a point she couldn’t keep her name when she came back to Hogwarts. “I guess we can discuss who I have to be when I’m back?” despite all the words she spoke her voice was hollow and she once more shifted her gaze from the loose thread she was playing with to him.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Jun 27, 2015 14:24:59 GMT -5
"You can be whoever you want, Storm." Chase had known she'd remember, but the name hadn't mattered. "We can hide you or openly protect you. Think it over this summer, you've got time." And there was one last thing to go over. He dropped his voice. "Your mother's funeral is tomorrow morning. You'll be escorted there, then taken to the safehouse."
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Jun 27, 2015 15:50:02 GMT -5
Storm was glad she didn't have to choose right that moment she was already overwhelmed. At the mention of her mother's funeral she nodded wordlessly she needed to see her mother one last time. Before she said anything an idea popped in her mind she wasn't sure if he'd agree to it, but her father would never come looking for her if she was dead "Lucretia Seyrrou's funeral you mean; she succumbed to her injuries and is no longer with us." her voice was just as low as his anyone who would be trying to listen would only hear faint whispers. At the safe house it wouldn't matter if she was Storm, but if they could establish her death early on it might make things easier in the future.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Jun 27, 2015 16:03:24 GMT -5
Chase gave Storm a momentary look, and that was all he needed to see that she was certain. He gave a brief nod of assent. "Lucretia Seyrrou's funeral," he echoed. He'd be sure to mention that in the press release, though the time and location of the funeral would be kept secret. "And what of her mother?"
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Post by Lucretia 'Storm' Seyrrou on Jun 27, 2015 16:22:06 GMT -5
Storm had never considered faking her own death, but it seemed like the best solution. "Lucretia was cremated as requested Eirene was buried. Caius would have no reason to look." it was so weird to speak of herself in the third person. To speak of herself as if she was dead sent a chill through her body and she couldn't be sure if it was the idea of death or the fact that if she could go back she would have welcomed it. Her mother's body was barely cold and she was already making plans it was the best course of action to protect the school. Storm would allow herself to grieve tomorrow and during the summer, but once she was back at Hogwarts she had to become someone else. For now, she had to start writing for her cousin and for herself.
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Post by Chase Firebrand on Jun 27, 2015 16:37:48 GMT -5
Chase gave another slight nod. "It will be taken care of," he promised. "Stay here tonight, and tomorrow you can leave with the others. I'll attend the funeral separately." His wife wouldn't like it, but it needed done for show. He'd tell her exactly what was happening, then spend the rest of the week reminding her why their marriage worked.
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