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Post by Casey Winslow on Mar 18, 2015 16:57:01 GMT -8
Seren's question was an odd one, really. Casey couldn't help but think that. He had, of course, heard of a pensieve and had seen the one in Dumbledore's office--at least, he had suspected it was one. From what he understood, they were rare. He wondered if they had any hope of ever finding one, especially given Hogwarts status in the regime. He wondered if he should promise her that? But what was the harm? He could promise to show her if they had the chance to ever do so. It was honest enough. He had no issue sharing such memories with Seren. After all, they were her parents, and she had every right to wonder about that side of them, to want to see them in that sort of vein. She had known them as mum and dad--not Alice and Shay Weavers, Order members. She had been robbed of the chance to see her parents as more than authority figures.
"Yeah," Casey told Seren with a small smile. "If I ever have the chance, I will." And that was that. "They were pretty awesome people. I miss them." He could only imagine how she felt. He'd lost his father to a natural, though relatively early, sudden, and unexpected death. He'd lost his mother to who-knew-what. For all he knew she was dead, and in some ways, he couldn't help but feel that things would be better for her if she was. His mother had had fight in her and wouldn't have put up with the regime, so she would have been enslaved or imprisoned. He could only hope that if she was dead, it was a peaceful death. Given his status, Casey doubted fate had been so merciful as to grant her death.
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Post by Seren Weavers on Mar 18, 2015 16:57:55 GMT -8
Seren was aware that her request was of the strange variety, but it wasn't the first time she'd had the thought. There were so many questions, questions about her parents which she didn't have the answer to. After all, Seren had only been a kid when they'd been murdered, so of course they'd hidden things from her. Seren under stood that. However she wasn't a child anymore. She wanted to know what her parents had truly died for.
"I miss them too..." Allowing herself to think about her parent's so freely was still a relatively new phenomenon. Back with her Masters Seren had walled that part of her past away. It had hurt less. Now though? Well she was allowing herself to access those emotions for the first in a long time. They were still raw. Still new. Emotionally, Seren was still feelings the emotions of an 11 year old child, because she'd never been allowed to work through them in a normal grieving process.
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Post by Casey Winslow on Mar 18, 2015 16:58:54 GMT -8
A moment of silence after Seren's statement seemed only natural. What did he say after that? He didn't like talking about dead people. Something about it had always been hard for him. He could talk on and on about how the Order needed to grow a pair and adopt Death Eater tactics. Hell, he could kill someone, work undercover as a Death Eater. But talk about someone he'd cared about that had died? That was somehow harder than it ought to be.
Casey swallowed after a moment longer had passed then looked from the floor to Seren. "Do you want some tea?" he asked. Anything to give himself time to get his emotions in check because with thinking of her parents and their deaths in the war would surely come thoughts of his many fallen comrades, his dead children, and his father. And then he would get to wondering and worrying about his remaining family and what may or may not have come of them. It was never good to dwell on death. No, not at all. Not when you had lost so much, not when you had taken lives yourself. Not when one such life was a comrade of your own. The reasons behind that action didn't matter. They never would. It was the reason he'd never really told anyone more than had needed to know.
Evie had tried to get out of him what had happened the night and the days following his murder of Quinton, but he hadn't told her. He'd not wanted her to think less of him, to see him any differently. He didn't want her to try to make him feel justified, that it was himself or Quinton. It wasn't that black and white even though he'd wanted to hear it was. He'd wanted her to comfort him, but he hadn't let her. He hadn't told her. And he still hadn't told her much even after she had revealed Voldemort had fooled her into joining him. He hadn't trusted her in that moment. She'd believed Voldemort's claims that his fidelity wasn't to be trusted. And after Trevor had tried to kill her, she'd been much too fragile to spill anything to. No, he'd had to protect her, help her, comfort her.
Casey swallowed and closed his eyes. Great.
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Post by Seren Weavers on Mar 23, 2015 10:47:58 GMT -8
Tea... Her thumb ran along the cuff of her jumper, eyes following the gentle movements. After a moment a ghost of a smile swept over Seren's features. They might be in America, but they were still British. Tea fixed everything, it was always the answer. Just because they were out of their home country didn't mean they abandoned their whole way of life. There was sadness in the room, it was time for tea.
Seren looked up with a small smile although it died on her lips at the sight of the older man. Oh Casey. Her heart constricted. She hadn't meant to upset him, that hadn't been her intention at all. Even with his eyes closed Seren could tell that whatever was spinning around inside his mind was unpleasant. for a moment she considered asking, but thought better of it. If Casey wanted her to know he would have have offered the information by himself. Her prying would serve nothing.
Carefully Renn raised a hand, second guessing herself for a moment, before touching Casey's shoulder. "Tea sounds... Tea sounds, good... Stay here, I'll get some..."
The young girl didn't stop to wait for a reply as she she slid from the room. She could do what she was good at; serving. Seren often fell back on her training when she was uncomfortable or unsure of what was expected. It was all the teenage girl had known since she was 11 years old. It was hard not to lean on something which was so deeply ingrained.
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Five minutes later Seren returned to the little room, two cups in hand with a little bowl of sugar perched on top of one. Milk was a fairly good bet for people's tea preference, but sugar was harder. She took three, although up until her liberation she hadn't drank tea at all. Sure she had made countless cups within the various house holds which had owned her, but none for herself. This was the first she had made for Casey though. Carefully she placed the mugs down on her tiny table and set the little bowl of sugar next to it.
"I... Wasn't sure what you took," Seren admitted, chewing on her lip, "Do you like sugar?"
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Post by Casey Winslow on Mar 23, 2015 11:21:17 GMT -8
Casey looked up at Seren as she touched his shoulder and offered her a small smile. "I--" he said, thinking for a moment to protest her getting the tea but didn't. Leaving the room for any reason was something she hadn't offered to do much at all, if at all, that he could think of. It was a big step for her, and while the resemblance to her past life: having to get something for a pureblooded man was there, it wasn't the same. She wasn't doing it because she had to. She was doing it because she wanted to. He wouldn't take advantage of it, but he wouldn't discourage her from leaving the room for a little bit either. "Thank you," was all he said as Seren left.
After she was out of the room, he sat back in his chair with a groan. Most moments, most minutes, most days, most weeks, most months Casey was alright, but there were those few moments when he let himself think about the losses of years gone by--really think about it--and his usual composure and acceptance melted away for moments. It was typically a moment like this, when face-to-face with someone young who had lost so much. He had fought and done all he had through the years so young people wouldn't have to face what his generation was facing in those moments, but clearly, he and his fellow Order members had scarcely been able to protect their own children from the losses they had faced. It was disheartening to know they were now nearly as old or more than old enough to have begun the war at the same age he had been when dragged in all due to a poorly placed spell.
Casey sighed heavily. He would be fine by the time Seren got back. He had to be. If not, then by tonight when he could get his brain straightened out without having to burden a fifteen-year-old girl who had already seen too much, been through too much.
"I... wasn't sure what you took."
The sound of Seren's voice made Casey jump and jerk to look at the source of the voice. He hadn't realized he'd been that deep in thought. "Sugar?" Casey repeated as though trying the word out for the first time. His eyes fell on the bowl. "Yes... yes, I do." Ever since he was little, he'd always loved sugar more than tea, and it was the only way he could choke the stuff down when his mum would make tea at home. The habit had continued simply out of habit whenever Evie would make it. It wasn't about to die now. "Thank you," he told her as he looked at her with a smile before he scooped four spoon fulls of sugar into his cup.
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