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 Tête-à-tête, Penelope and Pavon
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 Posted: Mar 26 2017, 10:01 AM
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Penelope had enjoyed a long breakfast of buttered toasts and tea whilst reading one of the many gothic novels she’d gotten over the holidays. The kind of breakfasts one can only treat oneself to on weekends when one didn’t need to eat in a hurry in order to make it to class in time. She enjoyed those moments very much and she even made a point to rise a little earlier in the morning, unlike most of her housemates who liked to take advantage of the weekend to have a lie in, so that the she could have the slytherin table almost entirely to herself and eat her breakfast in peace and quiet.

Rather than going back to the common room, she decided to go for a little stroll around the castle. Maybe discover some secret passage or hidden chambers. She went to speak with a few portraits with whom she often conversed, knowing if anybody sat on any secrets surrounding Hogwarts, it had to be the portraits having hung there in the castle for many, many centuries.
Getting little of value out of them however, Penelope soon got bored and decided to go back to the common room.

Passing through the entrance hall she spotted a cat lingering by the large doors and she recognised it immediately as Pavon’s cat.
“Hello there little sir.” She said and crouched down beside the creature, holding out her hand for him to sniff. “What are you doing here all by yourself? Pavonis isn’t neglecting you, is he? I shall have to have a word with him if he is.”
Penelope liked animals. They weren’t stupid like most people. Well, except maybe one of her aunt Apollonia’s pugs which Penelope was convinced was retarded, particularly after that time it walked into a wall for no reason at all. Penelope didn’t like that dog.
But Pavon’s cat she liked very much and it seemed to like her back, and once the cat gave his permission to be petted, she stroked him a few times over the head and along the back before picking him up in her arms, carrying him as she walked to the common room.

She half expected Pavon to be in the common room, perched by the fire, but finding the armchair empty she figured he was probably still sleeping or having a very late breakfast, and she proceeded into the girl's dormitory where she put the cat down on her bed.
She retrieved a medium sized chest from under her bed, which held an impressive collection of brushes, curlers, coombs, hair pins, clips, barrettes, and ribbons in all shades, lengths and sizes.
First she brushed the cat until his coat was shining like rich velvet, then she selected a dark plum coloured ribbon, which she thought complimented his coat perfectly, and tied it around his neck. She had a certain knack for tying perfectly symmetrical bows, having had plenty of practice tying ribbons in her own hair throughout the years.

“Well, aren’t you beautiful little boy.” She proclaimed as she admired her finished work. “It’s a shame Pavonis never dresses you up in pretty things. Let’s go find him, shall we.”

Picking the cat up again she carried him out into the common room area to see if Pavon had finally come back from breakfast, or from wherever he was hiding.


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Pampering was acceptable. More than acceptable. The bow was a little less so, but the suggestion that Pavon should dress him up met with resistance and disgust. He was not some doll to be dressed up in little dresses. He was a male, currently a cat, but normally a male with dignity!

Never the less he bore through the pampering, enjoying it and the access that his collar that kept him in the shape of a cat, gave him. Of course he would have clawed at Penelope, had she attempted to remove it. There were certain awkward things that could have happened had she succeeded.

When he was carried he started purring again, glad she did not go as far as to get him an outfit she threatened him with. When they entered the common room he tilted his head looking around to see if Pavon had arrived. The boy looked quite stressed when he left. He told him to be on his guard, just in case and he had been, to a point. Where was it safer than in a girl's dorm? Really now.

He caught Pavon's silhuette with the corner of his eye. The boy just entered the common room but looked worse than usual. He looked tired, withdrawn, with dark marks under his eyes, but more so, he looked to be in pain. Whether it was just his migraine again or something worse would be hard to tell from the distance. Even more when the boy straightened noticing he was not alone. "Hey..." It was curt and the boy was already turning to head for his dorm, without any inclination to speak with Penelope just then.

Things had gone from bad to worse lately. And it wasn't just the lack of his potion either. There was the visit he had to give an Auror, there was Mickey's arrival at the store too. He hated it. His one place that he felt he could escape the reality and feel good and in control was now carrying the stain of Mickey Crawford. At least he figured one thing out. The connection between Artemisia and Mickey. But other than that..... ruined.

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Upon seeing Pavon enter the common room Penelope smiled but her smile quickly morphed into a frown at his not so eager demeanour. She didn’t know why but he looked absolutely terrible. With their upcoming O.W.L.s it would be easy to presume it might be stress or lack of sleep which was the cause of his sickly appearance but this was nowhere near any exam-induced anxiety she had ever seen.
She would have been concerned but the snubbing greeting erased any compassion she may have felt for him then.

"Hello." Replied Penelope just as curtly. She was slightly offended by his brusque tone and she was half-inclined to just turn and go back to her dorm and read instead. If he was going to be all nettlesome then fine by her. She didn’t care! She had other things to do than care about him. Much better things.
Pursing her lips in irritation, she scowled as she watched him disappear into his dormitory. Hugging the cat close, she whispered to it in a sarcastic tone. "He's in a jolly mood, isn't he."

Penelope remained there in the common room for a long moment, rooted to her spot as she glowered towards the boys dormitory. It irritated her greatly to be dismissed in such a fashion and it irritated her even more that she actually cared enough to be irritated. She wasn’t going to let him get away with it but she wasn’t sure what she was going to do about it either. One thing was certain though, she was not going to stand there all day.

After a quick look around to make sure no one was watching her, she snuck into the boys dormitory with the cat still in her arms. Before stepping through the door though, she wrinkled her nose in dislike as if to prepare herself because everybody knew boys tended to not smell very nicely, and she thus expected the room to smell of, well, boys. She was relieved to find however, that it wasn’t so unpleasant at all. At least not so badly as she had feared it would be, but it still wasn’t quite so fragrant as her own dormitory. Almost all of the girls in her room kept bags of lavender in their wardrobes and drawers, scented candles, perfumes and other ambrosial items which filled the space with a delightful aroma.

She walked up to Pavon’s bed and pulled the bed hangings open. “What’s up with you?”


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Pavon hadn't expected Penelope to follow him into his dorm. He would probably not have done much different but he still might have liked it better had she announced her arrival. His brother... er cat meowed observing the two in silence and waiting to be put down so that he could find his own comfortable spot.

Pavon was lying on his bed, curled up, shoes still on, clutching one hand against his belly, while the other was pressed against his lips, no, further against his teeth that must have bit into the soft tissue. When Penelope moved the hangings out of the way he jerked the hand away and gave her a strained smile. "....Just tired.....Been a long.......well, tired." He felt another unpleasant tremor and twist of pain and diverted his gaze somewhere, anywhere but Penelope.

The need had grown tenfold and the pain quite so. "...Scoot over....close them.." He was paranoid too. Someone could see, anybody uninvited could see, and he did not want them to. compared to some of the other beds his was perhaps laden with far too many blankets but otherwise looked quite... well put together. Even his things were not just thrown about, but neatly folded and tucked away. While some of the beds had the particular smell of socks, worn a few days too many, there was no such smell where he was.

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Tired? This wasn't like any kind of tiredness Penelope had ever seen. To be fair, she wasn't exactly a healer but she was pretty sure she didn't need a healers degree to figure something was wrong beyond him just being tired. If he'd been deprived of a full year's worth of sleep maybe, but that was just impossible. Even in Penelope's unprofessional opinion.

"You look terrible." She stated bluntly as she put the cat down onto the bed, though somewhat reluctantly so as she enjoyed holding it very much.
Penelope was terribly jealous of people who had pets, particularly those who had cats. She would give just about anything to have a cat of her own but no matter how much she begged, her mother absolutely forbade it. The only pet she'd ever had was a Puffskein named Claude which had been a gift from her father. Sadly though, Claude was soon found mysteriously crushed under a paperweight. Penelope had never been so sad in her life.

Unlike Pavon, Penelope removed her shoes before she got onto the bed. She perched herself at the foot of the bed, her legs folded to one side and her back leaning against one of the posters. With a flick of her wand she closed the hangings shut and, liking the idea of complete privacy, she also cast a muffliato charm to keep anyone from eavesdropping. Although she didn’t care so much if Pavon got a reputation of bringing girls to his room, she really didn’t want a reputation of visiting boys in their rooms.

She watched him for a moment, uncertain what to do. Her initial thought by following him into his room had been to bother him and possibly say something rude as payback for the way he had been so curt to her in the common room. No one did that to her and expected to get away with it. But she hadn’t quite expected to find him in such a state. Anything snide she could think to say to get one up on him seemed pretty meaningless at this point, seeing him curled up like that, clearly in more pain that he tried to have her believe.

“Are you sure you’re alright? You really don’t look well… should I get someone like Professor MacLeod or Nurse Geller?”


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His brother stretched out on the comfortable cushion then moved back to Penelope from the pile to see if she could pet him while they talked. He had gotten far too used to pretending to be a cat though at least he did forgo certain things that cats did and he was fed food fit for humans instead.

Pavon didn't answer her observation although it may not have been because he wanted to be rude. But in a way she was right, and in another he was hurting again. It had not been as bad before as it had been now. The fact he would have been willing to do anything to get the potion, did not help much. He was almost fortunate that the potion could not just be procured and that all of it had been taken. Had it not been he would have certainly been looking for it now, Morrigan and his lot be damned.

"....No. We don't need to call them." He murmured quietly and relaxed after the pain let up again. His eyes were darker and darkening. What Penelope did not know was that he had actually gone and taken some of the potion that should have killed the pain, but as usual it meant he could not be seen in public as his body seemed to react to it in various, more visible ways. He shut his eyes thus and breathed evenly.

"It's going to pass." It had before or at least, the painkiller potion made the pain go momentarily away. "...What..... " He breathed in again. "How are you doing?" As if trying to focus more on the girl than himself. He felt angry and to some extent, just helpless. The inner turmoil probably caused by the same thing that made him not want to leave his bed.

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Penelope was pleased when the cat laid himself to rest next to her and she stroke his body gently. But she arched an eyebrow, feeling rather sceptical about Pavon claiming she didn’t need to go get anyone.
"Okay..." She half wanted to run and fetch the nurse anyway, despite what Pavon said. Had she seen his darkening eyes she definitely would have run though, and not only because the boy clearly needed to see the nurse but also because that was just frightening. But luckily she didn't see it and remained where she sat, petting the cat absentmindedly while she spoke.

"Well. Let me know if you want me to fetch the nurse though because I'm fairly certain this isn't just normal fatigue... Maybe you've eaten something dodgy?” She suggested thoughtfully before she added in a conspiratorial tone, “Or maybe you’ve been poisoned...”
Now she was just speculating, of course, always quick to be inspired by the plots of all the gothic novels she loved to read because the idea of something fictional was far easier to deal with than anything real. She rather liked the idea that maybe Norwood had put something in Pavon’s breakfast tea.

Had she been somewhat talented at potioneering she might have been able to think of one or two potions which she could have suggested might bring him some relief but she drew a blank. The only thing she could think of was shoving a bezoar down his throat which would have helped had he indeed been poisoned by Norwood, but where was she going to find a bezoar anyway? Unless Pavon kept a spare one in his trunk...

She would simply have to take his word for it when he said it was going to pass, even if she didn’t believe him. But it was distressing to see him in such a state and Penelope had a bit of a fear of seeing people sick, particularly those she cared about and she did care about Pavon, probably a bit more than she’d like to admit, so if she could cling onto a notion that it would indeed pass then she definitely would.

His question proved somewhat of a distraction and she smiled, looking at the cat. “I’m alright.” She answered with a shrug. "Did you see I dressed Ares up in a fancy little bow? He looks so handsome now. I should dress him up in bows more often.”


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Pavon shook his head again at her insistence on calling the nurse. No, he did not want her to come and see him. She could not help him anyway. This wasn't something that got cured by chocolate and telling the headmaster about it. He winced and bit on his lower lip when the pain started up again. It had been worse than usual. Probably because he'd been without the potion for a while now and had, when away from school, taken a fair deal. It was probably also because he no longer had the exposure to the veela, who surprisingly had helped him up until....up until Mickey.

His breaths were shallow and strained, and he could cry if he thought it would help. He knew it wouldn't and she was there too and would ridicule him for it and so what little pride he had made him remain silent and just tensed up, almost ready to snap.

When the pain eased up just a bit, even if the cold sweat had already sent in and sent shivers down his form, he breathed in a bit deeper. "It's not...just fatigue but it's nothing you need to worry about." He didn't know if confiding in her was an option or if his trust would be betrayed. She was maybe the only one now, who had kept a secret and had been... consistent and not infatuated with any of his enemies. She knew more than even his parents, really. Not intentionally of course, but by accident, still, he had yet to have someone come to him with that knowledge, so she kept her word. Secret was safe.

He listened to her words, trying to focus on them to relax somewhat. He almost looked in the cat's direction, but then stopped himself. His eyes, right, he was not to forget about those, not in her presence. He kept his gaze away or his eyes closed for a few moments before speaking again. "....I'll... look, just don't be alarmed ok?" He hesitated hoping this would not raise too many questions.

"...currently I....it's. I have a reaction to something and that's why it will look a bit bad, but it's nothing to be concerned about." He was still hesitating between showing or not. "..My eyes. They look...well, dark. It's fine. They'll fade to normal." There was some sense of - they always do - in those words. He waited for another moment longer to give her time to decide whether she wanted to stop him from looking her away or not and if she didn't he'd look at Ares, the cat. The feline had seen him like this before, so while somewhat alarming, it no longer bothered him but for the fact his 'little brother' was not well.

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Penelope looked at Pavon half-irritated that he kept refusing seeking help from the nurse when he clearly needed it, and half-terrified of whatever was making him so sick. She was a proud person too so she got it. When in pain one simply clench the jaw and pretend all is well. If this was his best attempt at pretending all was well he really must be in terrible agony.

“I do though.” She insisted, her tone rather firm. Of course she didn’t need to worry. She could think of a lot of things she much rather do than worry about Pavon’s well-being. But she wasn’t a lamp one could simply turn on and off. She worried, whether she wanted to or not, and she couldn’t just snap her fingers and suddenly be unbothered. “Let me at least put the duvet over you.”
It wasn’t so much a question and she didn’t wait for an answer. She saw the way he shivered and since she didn’t seem to be able to do much else for him at least she could do that. Whether he liked it or not.
Shifting from her seat, though carefully as to not disturb the cat where he rested, she covered Pavon with the thick down filled duvet to the best of her ability. It proved a little trickier than she had anticipated, moving around on the bed without actually getting off it, but it was on time like these when her petite stature proved really advantageous. She also retrieve her wand again and cast a simple warming charm to make the air around them just a bit warmer.

Sitting back again she felt rather pleased with herself, and she resumed the petting of cat who she noticed looked very pleased too. She looked at Pavon questioningly. He had a reaction to something? So she was right, he had been poisoned. “I knew it.” She said to herself in a low voice, perhaps a little more triumphantly than was perhaps appropriate for the situation. Smirking, she turned her attention back to Pavon. Of course he’d piqued her curiosity now so no matter what freaky thing he was about to show her she really wanted to see it. Whether it was alarming or not. And even if it was, well, she wasn’t going to admit that.
“I’m not scared.” She said, waiting.


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Pavon didn't protest when the duvet was tucked over him. He would have done it himself, had he the strength to exert. He hadn't. He didn't even want to move too much. Why was it so bad this time? And why did the pain killer potion not work as much as it should have. He had taken a good strong dose!

When she said she worried about him, he felt a little stunned. Lately he had felt that nobody really did. Sure, his parents probably would have, or maybe they would have been happier if it was him in his brother's place. The dark thoughts were just growing stronger day by day. Recent events didn't help either and now this. The pain. He looked genuinely grateful at her words.

"Thank you." He spoke a bit more quietly. He could feel the air warm up too and even if his body still insisted on shivering and feeling unpleasant and painful, he found some comfort in this action alone.

He turned to look at her. Black eyes and all. He just hoped she would not jump and run for the nurse the moment she saw them. They weren't the issue. They were just the sideeffect of him using the painkiller potion after his use of his own concoction. Maybe he should have eaten that day, but he just wasn't feeling hungry. Hadn't felt that a while.

"There....." He tried to sound a bit more upbeat than he felt. "What do you think?" As if she could give him fashion advice on the black eyes. "....they're fine. I can see. It's just the light that bothers me more when...they are like that." He knew he was admitting to this not being the first time or the only time. But right now he needed someone. Common sense be damned. "...Sorry about earlier." His voice was quieter still. "I didn't...mean to brush you off. Just.. well..this. Do you have any potions against...uh... pain?" Girls probably should have them, no? Maybe he needed just a bit more to get this under control.

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"Whatever." Penelope dismissed his gratitude with a wave of her hand. It was awkward enough to admit she cared about him. Hopefully though, he was too ill and possibly even suffering from too much feverish deliriousness to be able to remember anything of this.

When Pavon opened his eyes Penelope jerked back in surprise. "What in merlin's beard is that?!" Although thankful she had her back braced against one of the bed posts or she'd have tumbled backwards down onto the floor, she did still hit the her head pretty hard. Groaning in pain, she shot him an accusatory glare for making her hurt herself. "What I think? I think you shouldn’t look at me with those freaky eyes!"

When he'd said his eyes were afflicted by something she'd pictured them being red or irritated, you know, some normal kind of infection, but not this. This was some sort of curse-induced malady taken from a horror story, or like he'd had his eyes replaced by two large onyx pearls. She shuddered. “It’s not contagious, is it?”
She purposely ignored his apology and rummaged through her bag instead, finding two small vials of pain relief potions which she gave to him. Although he'd said he could see it was still difficult to imagine anyone being capable of seeing through those black orbs and she placed the vials into his hand as if she were giving them to a blind person. “There. I’m not sure you can take both at once though… But you’re the potion master here so you tell me.”
She shrugged, pausing for a moment. “Hang on,” She looked at him questioningly, “When you said the light bothers you more when your eyes are like that, does that mean this happens to you a lot?”


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"I did give you a warning." Pavon answered, having expected a reaction, if perhaps not as strong one. Maybe it did look worse than he thought. He hadn't exactly spent time in the mirror 'admiring' his new look. He preferred to ignore it and pretend it wasn't there. He was well aware he could not get hurt, because then he would have to go to the Hospital wing, and if he got anything to relieve pain, well.. the secret would be out. He was probably really feeling bad even now, for ever deciding to share it with someone else. Penelope however had already known another secret, that was perhaps one he wanted the world to know even less. The one where he talked to snakes. So her knowing this probably would not make much of a difference.

He raised the offered bottles closer to his face to read what they said and know how much he could drink of them to still be safe. His heart could give out if he consumed too many pain potions in quick succession. He was aware of that. With the pain of course, it was harder to care. His hand shook a little as it was held in place and then slowly lowered. He uncorked one of the vials. "It's not contagious." He confirmed with a nod before emptying the first one. He held on to the second, waiting to see how strong and quick the potion would work and if another was necessary.

"It's not a disease or something genetic. You won't get it from me. Don't worry." He answered tensing up as another rush of pain flushed through his system. The contents of the vial though began to work as the pain began to be dulled out a little quicker than without anything to relieve it. It would still work slower than on someone not used to taking them but it worked.

"It's the compounds that I have in my system that are reacting to the ingredients in the painkiller potions. ... " He didn't feel like he deserved the title of potion master at the moment. His inability to predict this made him the way he was now. He should have prevented the addictive properties of the potion, should have gotten them fixed before he started taking the first doses. He should have expected a reaction for when he stopped taking them and not just denied the connection between the two. For a while he just tried to ignore it, rather than fix it. And now he did not even know for how long it would last and if it would get better or just worse and worse, until his body would give up instead.

Still, he did not want to admit it had gotten out of hand, or that he needed proper medical health. That would mean admitting the Headmaster, even the hated professor was in any way right and it could cost him a year or even the whole time of education at Hogwarts. He was unwilling to loose that. "It takes a few hours but it normally fades away once the potion's been cleared out. I just have to know when I may take it so I don't have people freak out like you just did." There was the beginning of a smile appearing on his face. The eyes had turned, if possible even, even darker with the fresh dose of the potion they could react to.

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Penelope pursed her lips. So maybe he had warned her but she didn't want to admit that and chose to think the aching bump on the back of her head was Pavon's fault entirely.
Once the initial shock of seeing his black peepers had subdued, she looked at him again. Perhaps it wasn't the best moment to be teasing him but Penelope had never been a very considering girl and creepiness aside, it did look pretty amusing.
"I know what you look like." She said snickering, "You look like a snake."

Smirking she went on, "Maybe I should call you snake boy since, you know, you can speak parseltongue." Although the bed hangings had been properly enchanted to muffle out sound from carrying out into the room she still pronounced the last word in a whisper. Penelope was many things but she was not one to break a promise. Pavon's secret was safe with her.

"These compounds in your system... Does it have anything to do with you being a parselmouth?" She wondered, pursuing the snake theory further. "Are you turning into a snake, is that why you're hurting all over?" She thought for a moment. "Yes… I expect it would hurt... all the bones in your body breaking. I'll tell you what though, I won't be feeding you live mice or anything like that because that's just weird."

“That will have to be your job, Ares.” The cat stirred at the sound of his name, opening one eye sleepily to look at Penelope as she spoke. “But I don’t suppose you’re much of a hunter, are you…” She said and stroke the cat’s head, “No, you’re too fancy a little kitty to be chasing after your own food.”

Looking back at Pavon, Penelope bit her lip. She hated seeing her friend in pain. It reminded her too much of her father and she struggled enough trying to pretend that didn’t bother her. At least the pain potion seemed to be working though. But his eyes were even more black now. If that was even possible.
“Pfft!” She protested, but snickered all the same. “I did not freak out! I was just surprised.”


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Pavon looked unamused at her tease. He was no snake, he could possibly speak to one, but that did not make him Voldemort and he did not fancy obtaining nostrils similar to that monster.

"You know you can't..." He spoke hastly even if he knew that nobody could hear them. He was still nervous about it. He did not want others to find out. Spells could malfunction right? Something could get through? It was very irresponsible for Penelope to speak of it so openly, at Hogwarts! "I don't know how.." He said as if he really expected someone to be listening in on their conversation.

He relaxed once the pain was gone, and leaned back slowly, heaving a deep sigh. "...I wish the school year was over already. I miss home." He didn't miss it as much as he wanted to get out of Hogwarts." I will see if my parents can homeschool me after this year or if I can move to study somewhere else. This is killing me." He looked unhappy, only grateful that he had someone to talk to even if he did not know how long that would last.

He glanced towards the curtains of his bed and seemed to contemplate what he was to say next. He blinked. His eyes were much more sensitive to light now, but it was quite fortunate that he was a Slytherin as the dungeons were never too strongly lit. "Thank you for your help. ...would it be... possible for me to ask you for those vials again sometime? They've been quite effective now. More than what I could previously get."

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“Oh, don’t be such a sourpuss, Pavonis.” Penelope rolled her eyes at the unamused look on his face. “It was a joke.”

“Me too.” She agreed with an emphatic nod, “I can’t wait to get out of this place!” There was so much she wanted to do once she was finally back home but more importantly, there was so much she didn’t want to do and she longed for that freedom of not having to suffer through muggle studies lessons and all the other nonsensical things Norwood forced upon them.
“Oh! Did I tell you my mother sent me a letter the other day?” She couldn’t recall if she did or if it had gotten lost between classes and homework, “Anyway. We’ve finally gotten our estate back. I’m so excited to see it...”

“I do miss beauxbaton.” She said and it felt very strange saying it because no one in their right mind missed school. “They’re not half so obsessed with this muggle rubbish as this joke of a school. Honestly, I don’t know why my mother insisted we move here when we had a perfectly good situation back home in Switzerland.”
It did feel like a victory though, to have gotten the Montague estate back. Even if she had no connection or any sort of attachment to the house - she hadn’t even seen it yet - she relished in the thought that they had won. They’d reclaimed the property which rightfully belonged to them. And the ministry, who had unjustly snatched it from her ancestors for no other reason than political differences, had lost. It felt good. Really, really good. And for that reason, to be able to flaunt that victory in the ministry’s face, made living in England totally worth it.

“Sure.” She answered. “I always keep a couple or three in my bag...” As she spoke though, a sly smirk appeared on her face, “...if you get me one of those forgery writing quills.” A favour for a favour, right?


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"Congratulations. Make sure you don't do anything to have it lost again. The............they will try their best to find reason why they should confiscate it from you. Trust me. Even the stupidest reasons will be acceptable to them." He studied her as she said she would be willing to give him one of those or two, or three, but of course for something else in return. The quill she was asking about was not as easy to get, but he knew where to obtain a good quality one and it felt worth it to do so, for her to help him back. Perhaps it was just relief from the lack of pain clouding his mind but he agreed with a nod. " I will have it ready for you. Any particular shade or colour or even type of feather you have a preference to with it?..Ah no. Don't be picky. I'll get what I can."

He leaned back then and sighed. "...We should find a way to be homeschooled....or... don't know. You'll be busy over the summer, won't you?" He had no expectations that she would want to accept visits, or her visit him, when she had the new estate to explore. Well, they'd have to go rest up soon anyway. Time for all the classes to pass and the like. He yawned and covered it with the back of his hand. Well no pain, exhaustion and a nice painkiller to boot and it was making the boy quite sleepy.

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