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Not Broken, Just Bent - - - Damian Apr 8, 2014 11:00:05 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Apr 8, 2014 11:00:05 GMT -8

Pain demands to be felt, she knew that. Fiona had always had a pretty good threshold for pain, something that was tested over the Christmas holidays. God, she hated it. Why did it have to be in the middle of dinner, surrounded by a family who were, at the kindest, indifferent towards her? Well, except her father. That much wasn’t new; he hardly ever saw them.

The worst part was being incapable of any bodily control; she’d writhed and screamed and tried so hard not to. Damian took her to St Mungo’s himself, a sentiment that brought tears to her eyes, but he’d probably not known the difference as they mingled with the others. The girl had stayed there for a while and, in all honesty, missed school. She wondered whether anyone missed her; whether Damian did.

As bad as that pain had been, the subtle hatred towards her that she sometimes witnessed in Damian’s eyes hurt far worse.

She should have said nothing. She should have pretended to fall into the purist ways of her family but she couldn’t. Her stomach turned at their so called civil conversation, even at Christmas... During Fi’s weeks in St Mungo’s, she’d had time to think over her mysterious ailment and there was only one conclusion she could arrive at; it was Christmas, which meant presents, from her, the only bloodtraiter’s, family... She’d heard of cursed objects before but the thought that she’d received one from her family... For simply not hating people... She needed herself to be wrong about this one.

Fiona hoped Damian was in. She’d asked, and as he was far more popular than she was, one or two people pointed her in the direction they thought they’d last seen him. She knocked gently on the door. Tap tap tap. “Damian?” she asked, unsure.

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notes: hope you don't mind! thought we needed some, er, well-needed sibling time.
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Not Broken, Just Bent - - - Damian Apr 8, 2014 18:46:43 GMT -8

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Post by DAMIAN SEBASTIAN LOCKE on Apr 8, 2014 18:46:43 GMT -8

Damian had decided to take the rest of the day off, off from homework, love or whatever he and Bathory were, and most importantly his new life working to become a member of the dark lord’s army, or a death eater as they called themselves. He had worn himself out, practicing all of the offensive maneuvers they had spent hours on over the past few weeks and while he was getting better it was leaving him with little to no time to sleep, something he cherished in this world. He went to the Dungeons, looking for some peace and quiet. He lay on his bed and had drifted to sleep.

He dreamt of fame and fortune at the hands of the dark lord, he could be great and it was at the Dark Lord’s side that he could get there. He stood before the entirety of the Death Eater’s one of their greatest, a leader amongst them. Then one by one they allowed began to stare at his feet, where he could feel movement that was not of his body. The death eater’s were laughing and Damian didn’t understand, he looked down and saw his sister pinned under his boot. Thrashing and kicking, tears flowing down her face as she pleaded with him. Damian smirked and then looked out unto the crowd, before lifting his wand and pointing it down at her. Green sparks shot from the end and in a moment she gone, her eyes blank and her body under his foot cold. Damian snapped awake, reaching out to stop himself. He looked around and realized it was a dream.

After a few seconds he was able to slow his breathing and he put his face in his hands. He was pissed at his sister and he had done what he thought was best at Christmas but he had never intended to kill her not then and never in the future. He loved her, even if she was a real pain in his ass sometimes. All her love everyone crap got old quickly but at the end of the day, she was his Fiona, his little sister who he loved. Then he heard three taps on his door and a quiet voice speak his name. He jumped out of his bed and to the door, who could it be and why now he was trying to break from everything. He opened the door and saw his sister in front of him, alive and seemingly well. Was this a dream or was she really here? How do you respond to seeing your sister after you put her in the hospital and then took her there yourself? All while writing her letters. Yep he would have to keep up the charade that he had nothing to do with it, he took two steps and hugged her tight. “Little sister! It’s good to see you, you look well. How do you feel?” Then he stepped back and looked at her face. She seemed concerned. “Is everything okay Fi?

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Not Broken, Just Bent - - - Damian Apr 9, 2014 9:44:11 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2014 9:44:11 GMT -8

Even though she'd prefer if she didn't have to, but she found her brother's reaction to seeing her a teensy bit surprising...? She really would prefer a relationship with her sibling to not find 'hugs' slightly uncharacteristic. Maybe she'd get used to it, because the universe is vast and unknowing and sometimes miracles happen and maybe her brother would fulfill one of those. But, as mentioned, it'd be a miracle. Fi hugged her brother back, loving the rare sentiment. When she pulled away, she closed the door behind her before turning back to him.

She didn't look okay? Well, she was a bit concerned, but she looked it? Open book, this one.

"I'm actually pretty good, thanks, stint in the hospital or not," she answered, her regular self. "Thank you so much for the letters you got Fire to send me in Mungies. Kinda kept me sane." She gave him a thankful and kind smile.

The girl bit down onto her lip slightly, wondering if she should voice her thoughts. She'd come here for a reason, right? "But, erm, there's this whole 'out of nowhere, mysterious illness' that kinda gnaws at me. I mean, well, Damian, there's only one possible, logical deduction I could come to all those days lying there with nothing else to think about. And I'm scared, Da," she admitted lastly, looking down and playing with her hands, a bit insecure about putting her fear out there for him to see. But he was her brother. Always and forever.

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Not Broken, Just Bent - - - Damian Apr 10, 2014 18:41:52 GMT -8

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Post by DAMIAN SEBASTIAN LOCKE on Apr 10, 2014 18:41:52 GMT -8

Damian could feel tightness in his chest as he held his sister in his hug, this was rare for them anymore. Once upon a time they had been close, and in all honestly Damian missed those younger days, things were easier. But they were becoming different people, Damian was following the path his parents had set for him. The perfect Locke, a pure blood whose main goal is to keep the blood clean for future wizards. His sister was something else, she wanted to be her own person and follow her own mind. While he respected that she needed to know her place. Her name alone was enough to guarantee her place in the wizarding world, but she didn’t want that and he would never understand that part of her. But she had made her choice and he had made his, hoping to scare her into the right way of doing things.

She closed the door and turned back to him, he questioned if she was okay. She smiled at him and said that she was okay. A part of him was relieved but the other part had wanted to see a change in his sister after Christmas, he truthfully wanted her to change so that they could be like they once were. “Of course. I told you I would, plus I figured it would brighten your day a bit to see the bird” He returned her smile and thought of his family’s faithful bird.

Then her face changed, she bit down on her lips and then she opened up. Damian could tell she was worried, from the second she knocked on the door and now she was revealing herself, as she spoke Damian felt his arms tighten and he crossed his arms as casually as possible. She couldn’t know. How would she figure it out? He had been very careful to hex strictly her spoon and to remove it when he returned home from St. Mungo’s. “Wait Fi. Sit. Come here.” His smile was gone and he was concerned. To her it would seem like concern for her, in his mind it was concern that she had caught him. But how? “Now go ahead, start from the beginning." He folded his hands and put them on his knees, tapping ever so softly. What did she know? Or think she know?