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[was-wicked]

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“No... No that is not what I...” She paused. Sighing, “I would rather not kiss either of you.. I just...” She groaned, looking to the veiled one, before back to Gellert apologetically almost frightened, “I would feel more comfortable, if I had no choice, kissing him that’s all I am saying.”

[was-wicked]

“I’m wasting my time with you.”

“Glad we are finally on the same page.”

Her eyes were fueled with rage as she looked up at him, determination and a strange smile overwhelming her features.

“No matter what you do to me I will never change my stance or give you information.” She spoke numbly, not breaking eye contact, “The people who would care to look for me think I’m dead so you truly are wasting your time and efforts. Unless you care to tell me why I am here?”

And where is here?

And how the hell do I get out?

[was-wicked]

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Leta most certainly shouldn’t have been there, let alone apparating in her current condition though she couldn’t resist, a strange guilt and feeling that she should at least say hi and drop off her gift if nothing more. 

It was strange, the fact that she got him a gift, one that she was rather nervous to deliver. Originally she had planned to deliver the gift she got for Credence, several of her old text books and notes that she was able to find and leave the one for Gellert behind on accident, but the more she thought, the more she realized that might be rude. Instead, hence, she decided that she would give it to him first, getting the worst over with as she was still apprehensive and nervous around him.

Still no one deserved to be alone on Christmas, sad, worried, and this was something she was worried he was at this time. Why didn’t matter, not now. But she was worried and she was going to act on it.

Looking behind her nervous she knocked thrice on the door, clinging the bag holding the gifts to her tighter as she looked behind her, anxiously waiting for him or a follower to answer, hoping that it would be him and not the latter. 

[was-wicked]

Want: Three things they would do to your character if they were alone.

My Character Must Confess in 3s

Accepting 

1. Have a civil conversation with him.

2. Make Peace with him.  Negotiate an end to this war.

3. Have a cup of tea and play a game of questions. 

[was-wicked]

🥖

Send a 🥖 to throw a baguette at my muse. 

Always Accepting 

Leta had been hard at work preparing a lesson plan for Credence’s next lesson. He had been performing and improving fast, much too quickly for Leta’s planned lessons. Hence she had spent most of the prior night and now much of the afternoon preparing a new plan, missing the latest dinner, breakfast, and lunch. That and she had told the Scamander’s she was on a work holiday so there was a stress of being caught there. 

She was tired, stressed, and now, as of late, hungry. 

The baguette had hit her on the arm and landed in her lap, not even realizing anything hit her until she felt the extra weight in her lap, Leta setting her quill down and turning about so she could face whoever had thrown the bread with an angered look. 

She was expecting Abernathy and was rather surprised to see Gellert there, her face softening with a small sigh.

“Very funny.” She stood and walked towards him, bread in hand, “If this is your way of telling me to take a break I swear I will shorty.” Still her stomach grumbled a little causing Leta to sigh but hand the bread back to him. “I will be out shortly, just let me finish.”