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belle-moore:
“…no, I know, it was a joke…it’s ridiculous so it’s funny?” she sighs and looks away, “or maybe it isn’t.” She picked up a stick and started poking holes in the dirt, she really was bad with people, it couldn’t be helped, she didn’t really have many people.
“It wasn’t a good joke.” He dropped his head, he neck having started to hurt from how he had been sitting. “Maybe I should just run for mayor. It worked for what’s his face.”
belle-moore:
“People like to blow things out of proportion…” she said quietly, “when they talk about people I mean, people and the things that they do. It’s like they choose who their heroes will be, the heroes, the amiable side kicks, the fools, the villains…and they don’t like to ever look past those assumptions.” She wasn’t sure if she was helping but she had a feeling he might understand, the feeling of being cast into a certain role they didn’t really deserve…or at least, he didn’t deserve the role. She knew that much. “Hey, maybe it will be like a book and you’ll get this wonderful “redemption” arc where you save some cats from trees or maybe you can rescue the next person I try to kidnap from me.” It was a horrible attempt at humour but she was trying. If he was going to stick around, she might as well attempt to not be terrible company.
“Life’s not a book. It doesn’t work like that.”
mally-upton:
Mal stirred slightly on the bench she was laying on, mumbling as someone tried to wake her. “It’s saturday and I don’t feel like moving, what do you want?”
“For you to stop sleeping on the bench.”
belle-moore:
“How would you know what it does and does not make me?” she muttered defeatedly, barely a whisper, regretting it, if only because it meant he might get angry with her. She was just so done with that, people being angry and frustrated with her. Her tears had all but stopped, “I’m sorry,” she said again, she was feeling humiliated that she had been caught crying, it was a stressful situation. “Look, I…I’m sick,” she said, not even lying a little, “it’s-I don’t know if it’s a good idea to be around me.” Part of her wanted to just be a weird person in his eyes but…wouldn’t it be irresponsible of her not to tell him? “I…have a fugue disorder, it’s why I…well, why I did whatever it was I did to you. You should know that before you decide to stay…for your own safety.” She had gone ahead and unraveled the mystery for him, figuring it would be easier that way. He would see that she was a freak and then he would leave, that was how it worked after all.
He shrugged, not bothering to look at her, still. “It doesn’t have anything to do with you. I just think crying in the woods isn’t really one of the most cowardly things you could do. But whatever. I don’t care.” He didn’t speak as she spoke, nor did he look at her, then, either. Honestly, a lot of what she was saying didn’t make sense--it did, in that it explained what was apparently wrong with her and why she was crazy, but Adam didn’t really understand all of the words she used. He felt like maybe it gave him enough of a reason to leave, but he also couldn’t really bring himself to be bothered by it, anymore. He’d known worse people. He’d met worse people. “I’m a werewolf--a werewolf and Rattigan’s own personal fucking lapdog, unless you read the papers and listen to people around town. Then everything was all my fucking fault and I single-handedly ruined the entire fucking school and killed everyone ever. You’re probably the last thing that’s a threat to ‘my safety’. Some sane wizard’ll probably kill me long before you ever do. I’ll take my chances out here.”
protectedviolet:
“Look, my brother’s been thrown out of the house and incarcerated on more than one occasion, I’m practically a leper with how public I am, and mom’s heard me talk about you enough. I think it’ll be fine. At this point you’re practically the least of the worries.”
“...sounds like I’m the last person you need around.”
nofaithnotrust-jane:
“What? Scared I’m gonna ruin your reputation?” Now that he had told her to go, Jane felt a perverse need to stay. It’s not like she knew him that well, and maybe he was right and he wasn’t someone she should hang around, but honestly she felt like she understood him a little better than she had most of the people she was surrounded by. Fair’s fair, he had done something nice for her, maybe she could repay the favor by hanging around him for a bit. He may not be living tit for tat. But she was. She still was.
Adam snorted loudly, rolling his eyes. “Yeah. That exactly.” What reputation? He doubted there was really anyway to make it worse for himself.
lets-do-it-nathan:
“This stupid spell!” He said, throwing down his wand. “I broke it! I’ve had it for days and I think I broke it already.”
He couldn’t help but snort as the younger boy threw his wand away. “Well, if it’s not broken yet, you’re going to break it by doing that.”
belle-moore:
She had heard his approach and although she wasn’t entirely happy for the company, she wasn’t startled by it. “I’m crying in the woods,” she said, determinedly looking away from him, “unironically, like a coward….” she said the last bit very quietly with a small laugh. “I’m sorry you had to see this, you can go.”
“Fuck you, I can do whatever I want. And I don’t want to go, I’m not fucking going.” He practically dropped on the spot, sitting down where he had been standing. Should he ask why she was crying? Did he care? Really, he didn’t even want to be here, sitting with her. He had done it just to spite her. But, now that he had sat down, Adam couldn’t just leave. So, he continued to just linger in silence, crossing his arms and leaning back against a tree while just staring up into its branches. The longer he stayed, the more awkward he felt--this had been a terrible idea. finally, though, he felt like he had to say something. Anything to break up the sound of her crying, at least. “Look, I’ve never heard a fucking word about you, alright? I don’t know any rumors.” He paused, frowning loudly at the leaves above his head. “But crying in the forest doesn’t really make you a coward. I would know if it did-and it does not.”
nofaithnotrust-jane:
Jane watched him, starting to tense up as it was obvious he was struggling with the answer. But as he spoke, she relaxed slightly. It sounded like he was trying to teach himself new things, which explained why he was struggling with the answer. But she couldn’t feel herself relax entirely. “I’ve heard the same thing. Never seen it, but I guess its not the craziest thing to happen since I got here.”
“Yeah....” He frowned down at the ground, getting lost in his own thoughts briefly. Having said it himself made it sound even more fake than when Rozalie had said it--and this girl’s reaction really only made him feel that more convinced that Rozalie was full of it. That was too simple of a way for the world to work. Surely there were far, far fewer people who operated like that than there were people who didn’t. Right? Trying to work out the details only made his head hurt, because there were so many things that just didn’t really fully add up to him. So, Adam shoved the thoughts aside--most of, them, anyway. Shuffling his feet, he slowly came back to the conversation. Or, the lack of one. Right. “Yeah...well. I guess for muggles, everything that happens here is pretty crazy,” he mumbled, only slightly sure that was what he was supposed to be saying. “You should probably go, now. I'm not a good person to be around.”
protectedviolet:
Vi’s first impulse was to say ‘fuck her parents’ and be done with it, because both Adam and Jack-Jack deserved a little happiness. But his question deserved a serious answer. “I think so. I mean, they knew you were a were before, so its not like that bothers them.”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it. It’s not about me being a werewolf.”
protectedviolet:
“I had some errands to run, but, um, I was trying to find you anyway. See, Jack-Jack kinda hasn’t stopped talking about you since he met you, and it seemed like you liked him, so, if you want, you should go visit him. I mean, not that you have to. Just. Thought that might be something you’d both enjoy.”
The idea of hanging out with Jack-Jack was very, very exciting. He was a good kid and a lot of fun to be around. But, considering the...everything that had happened since the last time he’d seen him, Adam wasn’t sure it was a good idea. “Would your parents be okay with that...?”
protectedviolet:
“Schools supposed to train you for whatever you do next. In theory.”
“I guess...” He continued to mull over it for a moment before shrugging it off. It’s not like it mattered to him. Instead, his mind turned over other little things here and there, distracting him until he came to the realization that clearly, Violet had come here for something. Attention back on her again, he brightened considerably. “What were you doing over here, anyway?”
Lost and Found || Dory & Adam
i-will-just-keep-swimming:
Dory looked at the phone, then at Adam, then back at the phone as he said where he lived. “OH!” she said, suddenly understanding. “Right, ok,” she said, quickly unlocking her phone and starting up a new contact, mumbling what he’d said about staying at the inn quietly to herself so she wouldn’t forget it before she got a chance to type it in. Getting that he was staying at the inn in a room under the name Mumbo typed in, she remembered that she’d need a picture too. Holding her phone up, she quickly snapped the picture, only saying a “Cheese!” at the last possible second before lowering her phone and filling in the last bit of information she needed - his name. Dory said his name as she typed it in, “Adam Mumbo.” With a final click she hit the checkmark and saved the contact in her phone. “There,” she smiled up at Adam brightly and shook her phone in her hand. “Now you’re in here. And I wont forget you. Or at least, I wont forget where you live or your name, which is probably the most important thing to not forget about a person. So that’s good!”
The sudden picture caught him off guard. Adam made a face, jerking away from her. But, there wasn’t really anything he could do about it. Recovering, he just frowned loudly at her and crossed his arms tightly across his chest. “Don’t do that again,” he mumbled, not entirely sure he needed to say that. It wasn’t like she’d need another one...right? He continued to make a face as she spoke, though he did eventually lighten up a little. “Yeah, good.” What else was there? “Good,” he repeated rather lamely, at a loss. “...good.”
belle-moore:
When the teacher finally caught up to her, she was brought to the headmistress’s office where they decided what was to be done about what had just happened. They knew she was sick, and the teacher and the headmistress had been very understanding but she had never hurt someone before that point, she had been crazy but she was harmless. She was still harmless, she insisted she was, she had begged them to over look this, that it wouldn’t happen again. Under the guise of being accommodating, they decided that she needed a week away from school. Her father had managed to keep her out of the hospital, she didn’t want to end up there and Mr. D’arques asylum, the look in his eyes gave her the most foreboding feeling. He was not a kind man and being in his care would do more harm than good. She was sick, she wasn’t stupid, she could see that, so could her father, she had his support…but the last place she wanted to be was home, so she arranged to stay in a room at the three broom sticks and stay in town instead.
She wandered around the woods, enjoying the silence, finding a sense of peace without people being around. She found a spot beside a fallen tree and sat on the ground next to it, curling up on herself. She was beginning to hate people but most of all, she was beginning to hate herself. She was always leaning on people but whenever she tried to stand on her own she found herself tripping so hard that she literally became another person. She was so weak and stupid and everyone saw that in her, she wanted to believe their judgements were wrong but she couldn’t blame them. She had hit someone, tried to kidnap someone else, she’d even kissed someone…what else had she done while she wasn’t herself? Could she trust she even knew anymore? What was so broken in her and why couldn’t she just fix it? Maybe she couldn’t be fixed, maybe she was just a broken person, maybe it wasn’t worth the effort.
The woods were a much more comfortable place for Adam. There weren’t people here to stare at him or curse at him or just bother him, in general. There were trees to look at and grass to feel and paths to run. Creatures to follow. It was safe here. Safe for people like him. Or, at least, so he had thought. The first hint that there was anyone else around was the smell--but, the very distinct sounds of people were also a rather dead giveaway. Vaguely recognizing the scent, Adam approached cautiously--he wasn’t too thrilled about the possibility of maybe being kidnapped, again. But, after the last conversation they’d had, he was less concerned that it would happen again. Besides, she’d left him with more questions than anything else...and now was a time to ask. He lingered a good distance away, staring at her for a long minute before finally deciding to disturb her. “What are you doing?”
nofaithnotrust-jane:
“Why are you helping me though? Its not like I have any money to pay you.”
He stared at her for a minute, trying to figure out what to say. People did things for others so that they would do something in return--tit for tat. Service for service. That was the way his world worked. But, if some people were to be believed, not everyone’s. He shrugged his shoulders, relaxing his face and scratching his head before shrugging again. “I’m just...being nice. You don’t owe me or anything.” Adam shrugged yet again, struggling to try and remember what exactly Rozalie had said. “People who, uh--who... Fuck. Right. People make you feel like you owe them something just because they’re being nice to you are doing it wrong. Or so I’ve been told.”
Lost and Found || Dory & Adam
i-will-just-keep-swimming:
“Well, alright, if you’re sure.” Dory got the feeling that he really didn’t want anything. Which was okay. “But if you ever need help or anything all you have to do is ask, okay? I promise I’ll do what I can.” She felt a little bad, knowing full well that she probably wouldn’t remember making that promise. But she also knew full well that she would never refuse to help someone who asked for it. So in the end, if she forgot, she could still fulfill her promise. “Even if you don’t need help and just want to talk, that’s okay too,” she continued. “Or if you decide that you really do want candy. Or tea. Or a sandwich. Or whatever else you want. That’s also okay.”
He stared at her for a long minute and then sighed. Loudly. “Fine. Fine.” Adam crossed his arms tightly, narrowing his eyes at Dory. “But, I’m not going to seek you out. Ever.” He couldn’t really see himself ever forcing himself to endure this girl, again. She put him off too much--she was hard to handle. But, people who didn’t really mind him were far and few between. Could he really afford to let her ago? He narrowed his eyes again, squinting at her before pointing at her phone. “I stay at the inn. Mumbo--that’s the name the room is under. It’s a real name.”
protectedviolet:
“Sometimes. It’s a pretty useful spell when you’re trying to, you know, catch someone.”
“In school?”