Tempest Family Flat

[Yukina101]

I'll be your light, your match, your burning sun,
I'll be the bright, in black that's makin' you run.
And we'll feel alright, and we'll feel alright,
'Cause we'll work it out, yeah, we'll work it out.

▷Former Hufflepuff▷Muggleborn▷Single▷Sticky Wicket Owner and Chef

→Ciaran felt a bit odd about going to Ani's flat to have a netflix marathon, not because of the fact that there kids were dating, mainly because (and it was rather sad) he didn't really "hang out" with a lot of people other than his own family. And Amata. But really, he was still certain they're actually siblings or something. Plus there was the fact that he had only really spoken face to face with the guy a grand total of one time, most of their correspondence had been done thru owl or by word from their teen's mouths. Still, it was a welcome distraction from his rather tedious summer. He had succumbed to Siobhan's urgings to move into the Edgeworth estate and had been dealing with the changes of living in a grand old castle. And being shooed from the kitchen, he hadn't really missed that too much. Waking up to an empty bed he was rather used to unfortunately, however it was...different to say the least. When he got to the Tempest's flat he knocked on the door resolutely before he got cold feet and apparated away to his kitchen in his shop. It was a bit childish that his safe place was a candy store but really, it's not like it wasn't unexpected. Ciaran sighed and rearranged the bag in his hands hoping the other man wouldn't find it odd that he brought snacks for them to share. And not pitiful store bought either, he pulled out the handmade kettle corn for this, whatever this was.←

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Cara MiaKitty

I got my mind made up, man, I can't let go.
I'm killing every second 'til it saves my soul.
(Ooh) I'll be running, (Ooh) I'll be running,
'Til the love runs out, 'til the love runs out.

 

[MJ Spooks]

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❝ Thank Merlin I'm not stuck alone all night, ❞
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spaceAntony was just coming out of the kitchen when he heard the knock on his door, and he managed a small smile, heading to answer it. He'd been expecting the man, but that didn't mean it surprised him any less to see Ciaran at the door. He'd not actually expected the man to say yes to coming over, much less actually show up. After all, everything that'd been going on in his life (not that Ani knew much, just the snippets he'd gotten from his daughter), he wouldn't have blamed the Hufflepuff for wanting to spend all his time alone. That's pretty much where Antony was at with his own problems, and he'd not been in nearly the same situation. Of course, the desire to wallow in his misery was exactly why his daughter had insisted he invite her boyfriend's father over in the first place. 'You both need something to distract you,' she'd said, 'and he probably does to. Might as well keep each other company.' Normally, he had Jojo for company, but she was off at a party tonight, with Kenny and a couple of her friends. Ava was Merlin only knows where, like most nights, leaving the Slytherin alone if not for the girl's meddling insistence.

spaceThe look on Ciaran's face, though, almost made Antony feel guilty for giving in; it was pretty clear the candymaker didn't want to be here. It wasn't like they were really friends or anything, their kids just happened to be dating. He nearly told the other man that, if he wanted to just go home, that was fine, but he had a feeling his daughter would never forgive him. She hated seeing him so depressed, and she hated Kenny having to see his dad so depressed, and she wanted them to hang out and distract one another from their mutual depression. A sound plan, he thought, with no small amount of sarcasm. But, Jojo was his world, and he'd do anything she asked him to do... to a point. "Uh, evening," he said, then noticed the bag. He blinked oddly. "Oh, um, you didn't have to bring anything," he said, obviously surprised. Though, it probably wasn't such a bad thing; Ani wasn't a particularly good cook, if they wanted snacks or food he'd have had to have something delivered. He had the Korean place down the road on speed dial, as shameful as that was.

spaceRealizing he was being rude, he stepped aside then, gesturing for Ciaran to come in. "Uh, sorry. Come in, make yourself comfortable," he said finally, then shook his head at himself. Things like this were why everyone in his life said he needed a better social life. Personally, he'd thought his social life was fine up until the break up. But now he was remembering that he'd never really been all that graceful in situations like these. The Christmas party had been a different story, he'd had a mission then, to scope out the family and determine if he liked them... which he did, however begrudgingly. But this was one on one with someone he barely knew, in his house no less. He didn't typically invite strangers into his personal space. But Ciaran wasn't a stranger, didn't really have the option of being a stranger. And... he figured they'd gotten along well enough in letters and the like. And... Alright, Jojo was right, he needed something to take his mind off his depression. Company would be good for him. Even if he hated admitting it.


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[Yukina101]

I'll be your light, your match, your burning sun,
I'll be the bright, in black that's makin' you run.
And we'll feel alright, and we'll feel alright,
'Cause we'll work it out, yeah, we'll work it out.

▷Former Hufflepuff▷Muggleborn▷Single▷Sticky Wicket Owner and Chef

→Ciaran blinked in surprise as the door swung open and Ani greeted him since he hadn't realized he had been so caught up in his thoughts and offered the man a belated grin. He snickered as he was told he didn't have to bring anything, like he was going to show up somewhere empty handed? Pfft, please. It's like he didn't know him at all! Except..he kinda didn't. Oops? Well, he'd learn soon enough, especially since he was known to bake up numerous goodies for Bank days. "Yeah, but I wan'ed to. 'Sides, it helps make a list of stuff you do or don' like." he told him with chuckle swinging the bag lightly. When he was allowed inside the flat he tried not to seem like a nosy nancy and stare at everything but he couldn't stop himself from admiring the spacious, decorated, if rather blandly colored home. Then again, just because his idea of decoration was to just throw colors everywhere didn't mean it applied to everyone. "I'm almos' afraid ta sit on yer couch, I'm pretty sure I'mma walkin' sugar shaker." the baker told him with a sheepish grin looking at the still pristine white couch. While he hadn't actually been in his shop today it never failed that he would have a stain somewhere on him, or that he would suddenly have sugar crystals or sparkles fall from his hair, shoulders, hands, shoes, etc. It was part of the reason he had trimmed his hair down a bit to see if it minimized the interaction. Well that and because someone had said, or maybe he'd read it in a magazine? Either way, they said changing to a different hairstyle helped with getting over huge obstacles in life or some tripe like that, so he decided to try it out since drinking himself stupid wasn't exactly an option he liked. It was definitely weird not feeling like a burly sheep for once but it was alright he supposed. More than likely he'd be back to his regular length by September Solstice.

Ciaran had been about to sit on the couch when he remembered he hadn't actually given the treat to Ani and nearly smacked himself for how silly he was being. Merlin, you spend a few months in self-isolation and you completely forget how to be a civilized human! Or, well, as civilized as he could be rather. "Sorry! I keep forgettin' to actually give it to ya! I's my homemade kettle corn, I usually make a few batches w'en me an' Caty have a film day." the older man handed the bag over with a slight blush hoping that he wasn't deathly allergic to the snack. It would be his luck that he'd accidentally kill his son's girlfriend's father attempting to be nice! "I made um, regular, an' caramel cos I kin'a have sorta sweet tooth if ye 'aven' noticed but I also made a low fat batch if yer inta tha' sorta thin' an'..an'..I'm ramblin', ain' I? I soun' like a bloody loon I'm sure." he groaned before flopping uncouthly onto his couch. He could practically hear Amata's chuckles and jabs of "nice going Hobbit!".←

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Cara MiaKitty

I got my mind made up, man, I can't let go.
I'm killing every second 'til it saves my soul.
(Ooh) I'll be running, (Ooh) I'll be running,
'Til the love runs out, 'til the love runs out.

 

[MJ Spooks]

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Looking Relaxed in the Living Room with Ciaran
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Depressed
xxxтнιnĸιngxxx
❝ Thank Merlin I'm not stuck alone all night, ❞
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spaceAntony's expression grew slightly confused when Ciaran mentioned a list. Why was the other man making a list? Though, he supposed it made enough sense. They were likely to see a lot of one another, at least as long as their kids were dating, especially since his daughter seemed hell-bent on their being friends. Not that he should be so grumpy over that, since she just wanted what was best for him. He appreciated it, really, he just... wasn't sure how he felt about Jojo meddling like that. He was supposed to meddle in her life, not the other way around.

spaceHe managed a smile and shook his head when the Hufflepuff commented on the couch. "I wouldn't worry about it," he told him. "It's not nearly as expensive as it looks, my cousin just has an eye for that sort of thing. Besides, if it's too bad... magic." This last word was said a bit sheepishly, with a shrug to accompany it. He doubted very much if it really mattered that much. Ava might disagree, hell, he didn't know. But one spell to clear the sugar wouldn't kill the electronics in the house. They didn't use a lot of magic inside; Ani liked his internet far too much for that. He took the bag from Ciaran with a small grin. "Uh, well. You brought snacks, but, I should get you something to drink, yeah? There's a kettle on, and I've got some pumpkin juice, some apple... various forms of alcohol." He blushed slightly here, hoping that Ciaran didn't think he had a drinking problem or anything like that. He didn't, really. He just... drank with Belle. A lot. And sometimes if he'd had a long day, he had a glass of wine. He'd been raised in a wealthy home, once he'd hit a certain age, it'd been wine with every meal, and there'd been some very expensive brandy and scotch for special occasions. He couldn't afford the nice stuff anymore, but he still kept a few bottles around.

spaceAs he moved towards the kitchen, he found himself debating if it'd be a good idea to pour himself a glass right now, actually. It wouldn't exactly help with the fear that he'd be thought of as an alcoholic, but it would certainly help his nerves. "Caramel sounds good, though. Low fat isn't much of a concern around here, 'fraid we've got the sorts of metabolisms women would kill for," he said, not even remotely joking. Belle had threatened his life on more than one occasion. "Uh, about the loon thing... don't worry about it, really. I... I've got some experience with an actual loon, so you're fine. Perfectly sane, I assure you." The Slytherin's expression grew deadly serious at this. Honestly, he doubted very highly if he'd ever think anyone was a loon after having dealt with his father. The man was batshite insane. He swallowed, thinking that was probably more than Ciaran wanted to know. "So, um. Drink? Pick your poison. And, uh... I didn't really have much of an idea about what to actually watch. Netflix is already logged in, though, if you wanna browse. I'm not picky." One thing that could be said for the blonde, he would watch pretty much anything. Which he supposed was to be expected, given that he didn't see a movie until he was well into his thirties. Muggle nonsense, his family would have said. Now, he watched pretty much anything if he had someone willing to sit through it with him.


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[Yukina101]

I'll be your light, your match, your burning sun,
I'll be the bright, in black that's makin' you run.
And we'll feel alright, and we'll feel alright,
'Cause we'll work it out, yeah, we'll work it out.

▷Former Hufflepuff▷Muggleborn▷Single▷Sticky Wicket Owner and Chef

→Ciaran snickered as Ani rebuked his earlier statement about the luxuriousness of his couch and also adding that if something were to happen they could just use magic. It always baffled him that he forgot he could fix some things with just the wave of his wand. He used some of it when he was cooking but totally blanked when he spills something and runs off to find paper towels. His grin widened as the other man mentioned he had alcohol in his place, a tad curious as to which kinds he had stashed away. He had pegged him for a purely wine fellow so he might either be proved right or pleasantly surprised and he was hoping for the latter. "It's still rather early in t'e day sooooo..I think i' wouldn' kill me ta 'ave a'leas' some Guinness if ye 'ave any an' jus' a glass of wine if ye don'." he answered with a shrug. He wasn't a very picky man when it came to his alcohol, the only thing he ever really turned down was poitin. That crap could skin the lining of your stomach just from one shot and put you in the hospital after a glass, no way would he touch that s**t! The candy maker brightened as his friend agreed to start on the caramel corn, one of his personal favorites his most favorite being a tie between cheddar and kettle, He laughed freely as Ani remarked, quite seriously, that he apparently had a metabolism women would kill for. He'd heard the same from Amata numerous times whenever she blamed a stray pound on him and his gift baskets. When he finally calmed down Ciaran tilted his head a bit in confusion as the other father told him he sounded reasonable in comparison to a real loon which he had apparently run into. From the expression on his face he could see that this was another story for another time and not for an evening of drinking, pigging out, and watching whatever on Netflix. When he was instructed to pick said whatever he just cautiously picked up the remote and began going through the various new releases, shows and whatnot trying not to be too nosy of what was already in the other man's favorites. "Not 'zactly sure if I'm t'e righ' person fer t'e job mate. Las' few films I've seen lately 'ave been Disney related. Or more ta t'e poin', Peter Pan related." Ciaran told him with a chuckle thinking of his rather obsessed young daughter. ←

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Cara MiaKitty

I got my mind made up, man, I can't let go.
I'm killing every second 'til it saves my soul.
(Ooh) I'll be running, (Ooh) I'll be running,
'Til the love runs out, 'til the love runs out.

 

[MJ Spooks]

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Looking Relaxed in the Living Room with Ciaran
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Depressed
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❝ Thank Merlin I'm not stuck alone all night, ❞
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spaceAntony frowned, somewhat sheepishly, when Ciaran asked for a Guinness. Of all the things, of course he'd want a beer, right? The one thing Antony didn't tend to drink. It figured. "No Guinness, sorry. Plenty of wine, though. Any preference? Red, white? I've got a really nice Syrah," he offered hopefully. Well, Ciaran had said wine if he didn't have Guinness, so hopefully there'd be something he liked? "I've got at least one bottle of pretty much any variety of wine you can think of... actually, pretty much anything but beer, sorry. I don't much care for it." He tried to keep his tone pleasant, but was worried a bit of his obvious worry leaked through. Probably something left over from his upbringing; it was terrible hosting, to not have something your guest wanted. Of course, his family could've afforded to have one of every variety of every alcohol, and every brand, hell, more than one of each. He, on the other hand... Well, he'd had quite a few of the bottles for a rather long time, mostly because he drank them sparingly. He didn't exactly have the money to support anything else. He barely had the money for this, but did try to treat himself when he was able. Apparently, it was important for him to do that. That's what everyone in his life kept telling him, anyway.

spaceThe Slytherin grabbed a wineglass for himself, and poured a glass of the Syrah he'd mentioned. He considered the options, not overly surprised Ciaran didn't have much input, though he was somewhat surprised at the reason. He'd expected the man to not have much to say, he hadn't thought it'd be because of his daughter. More like, most magical people were hilariously out of date with muggle media, even if they came from mixed or muggle families. "I like everything," he said with a small smile. "Well, not really everything. I don't like really gory horror movies. Or movies with a stalker. I..." he trailed off, expression growing grim for a fraction of a second before he brushed it aside. "But, science fiction! That's always fun. I, um. I'm apparently a bit of a geek, according to Jojo," he said, blushing a bit. Well, it wasn't like Jojo didn't like the movies just as much as he did! She just preferred fantasy. He found science fiction more interesting, personally, but he wouldn't argue with his daughter.


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spaceAntony didn't register that he'd heard a knock on his door for a long moment; the sound seemed to make its way to his ears far slower than it really did, as if traveling through water rather than air. When it did occur to him that someone was at the door, he was just as slow to react; his head swam, muddled by the whiskey he'd been drinking since arriving home from work. Perhaps, he thought, I should learn to pace myself. But, he knew he wouldn't. He wanted to get drunker, quicker, because the drunker he was, the less he thought about the fact that his daughter was probably dead. Mentally, he struck the word 'probably' from the thought. It'd been months, and not a trace of her. Nothing. He needed to face facts; she was dead. Gone forever, never coming home. He'd utterly failed her as a parent. He hadn't prepared her for what was to come. But damn, he hadn't thought that she'd be brave enough to wander anywhere alone. He's been certain that, no matter what, she'd have Jesse and Elliott nearby. Kenny when the boy was available, and he'd always thought his daughter's boyfriend made an effort to be so when she'd needed him. He'd thought, she was so protected. Apparently not.

spaceHe struggled to his feet, stumbling towards the door. The blonde man hadn't moved from his couch since he'd arrived home (though he'd been five seconds from trying anyway; his bottle was empty. Time for a new one). For a moment, he wasn't sure his legs remembered how to work. But, he made it to the door and, leaning one arm on the frame to hold himself up, opened to see Kenny standing before him. Ani blinked, slow on the uptake once again. "... Why're you here?" he slurred, words bleeding together. Had he been sober, he might've been less blunt about it. But Kenny hadn't come by here since she'd gone missing, he had no idea why he would now. Unless... "Somethin' happen? Did... did they... did you..." 'Did you find her body,' was the question he wanted to ask, but the words froze on his tongue. Merlin, he was glad he was trashed. He didn't want to hear this news sober, not at all. Of course, the odds were pretty good that he'd forget, he was that far gone, and someone would have to tell him again tomorrow while he was nursing a hangover. He'd had it pointed out that he could simply take a cure potion, but he didn't want to. The hangover helped distract him just as much as the whiskey... and maybe he felt like he deserved it, anyway.


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spaceAntony couldn't even really think straight enough to argue with Kenny, and wouldn't have if he'd been capable. Having to lean against a wall to stand was a pretty good sign that you shouldn't be standing, and he had enough experience being drunk off his arse that he didn't forget himself completely when he got to that state. That said, it wasn't exactly a smooth trip from the door to the couch, and he managed to nearly fall over twice. When the younger man settled him onto his couch, he leaned his head back and closed his eyes. Kenny must have bad news. He wouldn't be here otherwise. He sat, waiting for it, but instead, he heard movement in the kitchen. His eyes cracked half-open, and he glanced that way. "What're y' doin'?" he called curiously, before he heard the tap start. Oh. Water. Definitely bad news, then, if Kenny felt the need to go all caretaker on him before he actually told him. Especially since it was almost assuredly less for his own sake and more so the boy could procrastinate.

spaceHe watched Kenny return to the couch with the glass of water through half-lidded eyes, wondering why he had the damn lights on. They hadn't been bothering him so much before, but he'd mostly been sitting around with his eyes closed anyway. He stared at the glass of water, and after a moment, figuring that Kenny would probably chastise him if he ignored it to go get another bottle of something alcoholic, grabbed the glass and took a drink. The water didn't quite make it, though, the elder man's mouth falling open when Kenny said that he'd seen Jojo. The water dribbled past his lips, and he hastily (and clumsily) wiped his mouth. "Wh-what? Where?" he asked, completely bewildered. It wasn't possible. It'd been too long. She couldn't-

spaceHe squeezed his eyes shut, hand going to his forehead. No, no. She wasn't alive. She couldn't be. Lysandar wouldn't have let her live that long. If he hadn't killed her outright, she wouldn't have survived being tortured this long. And he knew she'd been close to giving up the last time after only four days. She would've stopped eating, stopped drinking water, stopped doing anything if it meant she'd die and be away from her grandfather. "Doesn' make sense," he muttered faintly. "No, she's... she's dead. Can't... can't get confused." Was he hallucinating? Dreaming? Dreaming made more sense. He could've easily fallen asleep on the couch. He looked at Kenny. "No, if... if she was alive... you would've... you would've brought her home. If you saw her. S'not... if she's not... No. S'not right." He closed his eyes again, head falling back on the couch. "Why didn' y' bring her back, if she's alive? S'not right, s'not how it'd happen. Know it. Jus'... jus' a dream." A pretty pitiful one, too. Apparently his subconscious wasn't smart enough to know he wouldn't buy it unless she was standing right in front of him. If she'd been taken to St. Mungo's, Kenny wouldn't be here telling him two days later, and that was the only reason she wouldn't be home that he could think of.


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spaceAntony stared at Kenny, shaking his head at the boy for blaming himself over what happened, not even really sure what the hell he was saying. "Can' help what y' do when ye're not thinkin'," he mumbled. "Evr'yone does stupid stuff when they're not thinkin'. S'why... s'why any of this happened in th' first place. 'Cause I wasn' thinkin'. I let Belle talk me int' somethin' I shouldn't've done, an' my father snapped. Knew he was crazy... didn' know how crazy. Stupid..." He inhaled deeply, expression unusually thoughtful. Logically, he knew that it wasn't his fault his father was crazy, but he did blame himself for Lysandar's big blow up. If he hadn't come out of the closet, even that little bit he had with Lionel, and if it hadn't been a muggle he'd done it with, things would probably still be the way they'd been before, more or less. There was the wild card of his aunt to consider, but overall he figured not much would've changed. "S'bad, I think... I think maybe, 'cept for this, maybe things were better even though they weren't. S'better for her to've not grown up rest of th' way with 'im. She never felt like a complete person before. She was her, but she was him, too. Then we left, an'... it took a while. But I think she was almos' completely herself. So close... then she was gone." His hands flew up in a gesture, as if to indicate her disappearance. "Even... even the las' time. S'awful. But she still missed 'im 'fore that. Wondered what happened. After... she just said 'e was crazy. An' she didn't want to miss him... an' eventually she didn't anymore. An' she had you, an' you were helpin', you've... you don't even know. She was so much better after you." Slowly, he blinked, turning to look at Kenny, brows drawn in confusion. "Sorry. Dunno what 'm on about. 'gnore me."

spaceKenny's description of what'd happened wasn't completely sinking in for Ani; he was trying to follow it, but everything was having to make it through the buffer of his drunken state, and none of it was really clear. It didn't help that Kenny's words were somewhat erratic, details missing or unclear. The blonde man winced at the mention of his daughter's birth name, one he hadn't heard in years. He hadn't called her that name practically since she'd been born, anyway, he'd always called her Seph unless his father was around. Lysandar had been the one to choose the name, anyway, had said it would suit her well. Given the mythical goddess she'd been named for, Ani had never been comfortable with that idea. He scowled, holding a hand up. "Goin' to fast," he said. "Can' keep up. Drunk off my a**, Kenny, yer gonna have t' slow down a bit. What d'ya mean, thought she could trust 'im? S'no way, unless she's forgotten..."

spaceHe trailed off, eyes narrowing. The Slytherin chewed the inside of his cheek, trying to focus. Unless she'd forgotten what Lysandar had done to her, he'd wanted to say. But... it very well may be that she had. "Said... she was goin' by Persephone. An' she thought she could trust 'er grandfather... An' th' tattoo?" He looked Kenny dead in the eye, trying to bring his own thoughts together, focusing his attention on the boy like he was the only solid thing to hold onto. "She didn' 'member gettin' it, then? So 'her memory's been... he's ******** with 'er head. Made everythin' wrong." He scowled. There was no telling what his father had done to Jojo's memories. How much he'd changed. For all they knew, she didn't remember her real life at all. If she did remember any of it, she certainly didn't remember her torture, or anything after it. "'e was an obliviator," Antony supplied. "When 'e worked fer th' Ministry. Went when muggles saw things they shouldn' and did damage control. 'Cept that wasn' really what 'e did, 'e'd go an' torture 'em an' then erase the memories of that, too. ******** up. Bet he did it t' her. Changed things so she doesn' know she can' trust him. She used to... She used to be his everythin'. An' she thought he hung the moon. Wanted to make him proud. 'e ******** that up when he tortured her, but... if she doesn' remember that, she'd love him again. She'd think he was alright." What he really wanted to know was, why did she think he was the only one she could trust? What had Lysandar told her about him? That he was the one who'd hurt her? That he'd abandoned her? There were a million possibilities, and every single one felt like a knife twisting in his heart.


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spaceAntony gave a wry, bitter smile to the boy when he tried to alleviate the older man's guilt. He was right, of course, Lysandar would've snapped sooner or later. But it would've been different, if he hadn't been the cause. It wouldn't have trickled over to Ava, to Jojo. He shrugged. "Maybe, maybe no'," the blonde replied, guilt and self-hatred in his eyes. "He woulda snapped, yeah. But Nikl's? Camille? Ava and Jojo? That w's all me. B'cause it was me that did it. And... and the bar. All the people... someone would've died, all the same. Bu' the ones that did, the specific ones... that w's me." Lionel was his fault, no doubt about it. The odds that his father and the muggle man would've crossed paths had they not been involved were minimal. Non-existent, almost, and only almost because in life, anything was possible, one way or another.

spaceKenny's questions as to his father's motives were met with an odd blink, and a shrug. "Merl'n, kid, I 'unno. Man's nutters. Couldn't pay me t' look 'n 'is head an' see what makes 'im tick." That wasn't entirely true, though. He did know some things. Maybe enough to help, even a little. Help what, he didn't know. Help Kenny understand? Would that help him find her? Getting into the criminal's head always seemed to be the way to find them, he supposed. "Jojo... Persephone," her birth name was spat from his lips, "Sh' was his golden chil'. Ne'er did anythin' wrong. I was... I was too mousey fer 'im. Too scared. Only got Slytherin b'cause the hat took pity... knew I wouldn't come back t' school if I got anythin' else." The man's expression turned dark then, his eyes staring into nothing. He should've let the hat sort him differently; if he'd died, his daughter wouldn't have been born to suffer like she had. But then she wouldn't be at all... was that worth it? He didn't know. "Father, he liked... he liked punishin' ya, when ya did wrong. But he said that wasn' it, that he just... it was how ya learned. An' Persephone learned, she threw a tantrum once, when she was... three? Four? I 'unno, real small, b'cause 'e tol' 'er she couldn't do somethin'. I don' even 'member what it was, but he 'punished' 'er, an' she didn' misbehave af'er that. An' he thought she was perfec', an' did ev'rythin' fer her... Guess 'e doesn' like what she's like anymore. B'fore... at th' other flat. Said she was broken... Mus' be tryin' t' fix 'er, then." Antony frowned; his father was a nutter, alright. He had no clue where Lysandar was going with any of this, but it couldn't be good... Of course, his mind was muddled, and the thoughts were slow to come. He was barely processing any of it, and come tomorrow's hangover, he wouldn't even remember what he did manage to process.


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spaceWhen she woke in the middle of the night, it was with a scream, clawing her way into a seated position. The bed she was in was unfamiliar, wrong. It wasn't right, she shouldn't be here-

spaceThe consciousness shifted, fought, waging a battle for dominance. It hadn't been Johanna who woke from the nightmare, but Persephone, horrified by the memory of her grandfather's death. In her sleep, she'd watched Kenny plunge the knife into his heart, cackling maliciously as he'd done so. 'That isn't want happened,' Jojo growled, trying to shove the other back, to make her go away. Hide her in a corner of her mind where she could pretend she didn't exist.

space'He killed him, he wanted him dead-'

space'It was instinct and he was saving me!'

space'What about ME?!'

spaceJojo growled, hands fisting in her sheets. 'You,' she hissed in her mind, 'aren't bloody real, you're ******** fake, he created you with lies and manipulation and no one bloody cares about you!'

spaceThe other recoiled, then steeled in determination. She wouldn't lose this fight, she wouldn't! She fought hard against Jojo's memories, trying desperately to find flaws in her logic, to chip away at the stories Elliott had forced into her head, determined to prove that they were the lie, that she was the one that was real.

space'You can't!' Jojo declared, almost smug. 'You can't prove it, because I'm real, you're a fake, and this is my body and my mind, and I will bloody prove it to you!' She transformed into her butterfly form just as the door cracked open, a concerned Antony rushing into the room.

spaceIf Persephone were real, she reminded herself, she couldn't be a butterfly. She had to be trained to do this, she had to fight with everything she had to earn it. And she had done it, and if she hadn't, she wouldn't be able to do it. There was no way Elliott could've implanted fake memories so real that she could do things that were impossible; it was why Lysandar hadn't been able to make her apparate. She'd chosen Animagus Studies over Apparation, and so she couldn't apparate. The body knew what the mind did not. Simple as that.

spaceShe noticed the concern on her father's face, and flew to his shoulder. He might've thought she was gone, and she didn't want that. He'd almost lost her once already, she'd been gone a whole year. 'And see,' she said gleefully. 'If you were real, he'd be dead. Lysandar said he was dead. But he's not, so you're the fake.'

spaceHaving already faced this issue with Jojo once before, and knowing what she was about, Ani's shoulders slumped in relief, though his expression grew concerned. "Jojo, you've made your point, please change back," he said, but she did no such thing. Instead, she flitted away from him, landing on her window as if to go somewhere. He frowned, moving towards it. "You need to rest," he said pointedly. "Today was rough, you need to recover." It was true, she'd had a very bad day; Persephone had won over control several times, and caused a lot of suffering as a result. Any time the other managed to maintain control for too long, it wrecked Jojo's reality. But this was her recovery! She was proving her point, and if she changed back too soon, Persephone would fight. She'd been in control for most of the day, Jojo couldn't let her have it back. Not right now. It was her body. She needed to assert her dominance. She needed to force the other out.

spaceAni pinched his brow, sighing in agitation. The last time she'd done this, she'd been in her butterfly form for nearly twelve hours. It wasn't healthy, and he didn't know what to do... Though... She'd changed back finally because Kenny had come by to check on her. Maybe the Slytherin's presence would draw her out again? He stood, mumbling that he'd check on her soon, and then went to contact the young man. Hopefully, he wouldn't mind... It was rather late.


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