Spell Damage (Sixth Floor)

[The Forgotten Weasley]

Hold up, hold on, don't be scared.
You'll never change what's been and gone.
'Cause all of the stars are fading away...
Just try not to worry; you'll see them some day.
Take what you need, and be on your way-
And stop crying your heart out...

C O R A
M E R C Y
W A L S H
Former Gryffindor │ St. Mungo's Healer │ Pureblood │ Mother

Cora was mostly focusing her attention on the boy, but she was watching the man out of the corner of her eye whenever she dared look away from her patient. Mostly because getting a good glimpse of the person who brought the injured person in could often tell you quite a lot about the injured person themselves. Also because sometimes they got runners, and she needed to know what he looked like in order to report him if he decided to make a quick escape before any officials arrived. It had happened before. Even if they weren't responsible for the injuries, sometimes people lost it and took off, or took their grief and rage out on the nearest to them, which was sometimes other family and friends that had come in with them. The man talked like he had some idea of what he was talking about, and she began to suspect he worked for or within the Ministry in some way. With law enforcement, perhaps, or something like that. He claimed he hadn't witnessed the actual assault, and as she watched him lay the boy down she saw no obvious signs of a struggle on him. It didn't mean he was entirely innocent in this, however, and she hardly had time to get a lingering look at him. She was more concerned with saving the child's life right now, anyways, but it would be nice to know that the man- who said he was the boy, Balder's, father, hadn't had anything to do with this and that she wasn't healing someone's victim while they watched.

"It's enough for now," she said quietly, already wrist deep in blood. She was willing to bet her life there had been a sectumsempra cast somewhere in the mix here. The only other thing that could make these sort of gashes would be a blade. She had no way of proving Balder had been crucioed, so she'd have to be content with her suspicions. Her concern was blood loss, and exactly how much stress his young body could handle. "Get me dittany," she instructed an aide, who nodded. Dittany meant there was hope he'd make it, because dittany helped to prevent scarring. By itself it wouldn't be much help with these sort of deep wounds, but if she could close them up... She traced her wand gently over the wounds, half humming to herself, leaning over the boy. She was singing Vulnera Sanentur, or chanting, really. The blood flow was slowing down, the residue clearing, and it, was her hope, that the wounds were healing and knitting themselves shut. Three times she repeated the incantation, painfully slowly. Nothing was severed, which was good, because she couldn't reattach a limb. She exhaled slowly, still chanting it in her head. She wanted to rub at her eyes, but didn't risk getting blood and gore everywhere. Thank goodness she'd still had gloves on. There'd been no time to wash up. But she was relieved. Balder's injuries seemed to be responding to the treatment. For his sake, she hoped he'd been entirely unconscious through this. No child should have memories of such a thing.

"He should recover," she finally managed to say. "Physically, at least. I can't speak to his mental state right now; that's not my specialty. He needs rest. If he weren't so young, I'd be more at ease about this. Ah, there's the dittany- thank you," she nodded to whomever had handed it to her, taking the small bottle of brown liquid to apply it to the wounds. "I'm doing my best to minimize any permanent scarring. If there's anyone you need to contact, we do have fires for flooing, and owls." She at long last turned to face Olan Borson. "Mr. Borson, your son's fortunate to be alive. The authorities will be looking into this, I'm sure, and I'll try to hold anyone off from interviewing him until he's fully awake and coherent." Now her green eyes seemed like cold colored glass. "And rest assured, I will inform all healers on this floor to be on the lookout for any strange going-ons, in case whoever did this tries to pay a visit." She was inclined to think Olan Borson had not done this to his own son at the moment. It didn't make her naive, she insisted to herself, and her tone was a mix of coolly clinical and 'hell hath no fury like a mother'. It wasn't him she was angry with, rather the circumstances, as she was sure any sane adult would be. There was never an excuse to deliberately harm a child like this. Never.

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Diamond Wales

Get up, come on, why're you scared?
You'll never change what's been and gone.
We're all of us stars; we're fading away.
Just try not to worry, you'll see us some day.
Take what you need, and be on your way-
And stop crying your heart out...

 

[Graydon Ironshield]

Faina Patrovna xxxxx Katya Patrovna
Slytherin Sixth Year xxxxxxx Hufflepuff Third Year


Christmas Holiday, 2042


‘Bozhe moi, I hate hospitals,’ thought Sergei as he walked into the room where his cousin was still recovering from what happened a couple days previously. Since immigrating to England he’d seen more of the inside of St. Mungo’s than he really cared to, and never for any malady might he have suffered. Still, there were few other options of places to go, it was either be with the members of his family injured in the attack on their home, or stay in the room he’d rented at the Leaky Cauldron, which was only slightly less depressing.

The house was a major disaster area which needed serious work done to be habitable again; especially the kitchen, since it more closely resembled an abattoir with all the blood splattered across the walls, the fixtures and the floor. Both doors were wrecked, as well as a couple windows, and considering at least one fire spell went off in the kitchen, it was amazing the damage wasn’t considerably worse than what it was. ‘The girls could have been burned out of their home … again’ he thought soberly. ‘We all got lucky, this time.’

Another stroke of good fortune was that despite all the Killing Curses and other spells which were shot off during the whole thing, nobody actually died. That said, five of the men whom broke in needed to be carried out of the house, and while Sergei walked away with only a few scratches and bruises to show for the violent encounter, Reyna and Faina were not so fortunate. It was as well Reyna needed hospitalization for her injuries afterwards, as it turned out her nasty Christmas cold was rapidly becoming pneumonia, and the multitude of spells she’d been hit with did little to improve her health. Faina nearly died.

Walking into Faina’s room, he saw she was still unconscious, as she had been since the night the house was attacked. She’d stirred on occasion, muttering something about ‘promises’ in her sleep before drifting back into whatever abyss she’d fallen into. What he found encouraging was her face no longer had the white-to-the-bone look of deep physical shock, and she had a bit of her usual colour in her cheeks. Sergei leaned over and kissed Faina upon the forehead before settling down in a chair to wait. As he took a swig from the flask he’d had in his coat, he glanced over toward the other chair in the room, where Katya was exactly where she’d been when he stepped out.

The blonde-haired Third Year Hufflepuff was sound asleep, curled up in a chair beside her sister’s pillow. She was wrapped up in a hospital blanket, and had a large snowy-white stuffed ferret toy clutched to her chest, a gift she’d gotten from one of her friends at school, or so Sergei assumed as he hadn’t seen the thing previously. In her lap was another ball of white fur, one which developed a pair of eyes and a pink nose when he walked into the room.

Snezhok yawned, stretched and started walking around, sniffing the air before hopping onto the hospital bed to start nuzzling one of Faina’s hands to get her attention and get petted. Claiming she couldn’t just leave ‘poor little Snezhok’ in their wrecked house all alone, Katya smuggled her cat into the hospital room, and the little creature split time between the girls, keeping them both company. So far, nobody said anything about the extra visitor, though whether this was because the staff had yet to notice, or they knew and were unconcerned, Sergei couldn’t say. As he watched, when Snezhok didn’t get the response she wanted, the cat walked across the unconscious girl’s chest, and started to lick her nose.

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Faina was floating through a darkness vast beyond description, unaware and unknowing, where time and distance had no meaning. Images would flash before her, like snippets of a movie, there one moment and gone the next before she really could focus upon them. She could sense voices just loud enough to be heard, though she was unable to make sense of what they were saying. Some were inviting, some frightening, and others were outlandish and beyond her means of comprehension. Neither cold nor warm, but comfortable all the same, she could almost have floated along the eddies and currents for all time without caring. On occasion, she heard voices she thought she knew, calling out to her.

One plaintive voice in particular came through to her, accompanied by an insistent tugging on her; a voice she knew was as important to her as life itself. “Faina, please wake up,” she heard the girl’s voice say. “Please, don’t leave me behind like this. I remember what you promised me, but it’s too soon. Faina, please come back.” As the familiar voice pleaded with her, she felt herself drawn in a particular direction, as though a cord connected her with whomever was calling to her. She felt as though she were going faster now, and then came the unsettling sensation of tumbling through the footless halls of space…

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The first thing Faina was truly aware of as consciousness slowly filtered its way back into her was the feeling of wet sandpaper being rubbed across her nose. She was greeted with a vision of white fur which slowly, almost unwillingly, resolved itself into Snezhok, and she could see Cousin Sergei not so much further away. “All right, all right, I’m awake,” she said with a groan, sounding more like a student being roused from sleep to go to a class she didn’t want to attend than someone waking from an almost death-like slumber. “I don’t need a bath, Snezhok. Give it a rest already.” Sergei leaned in closer to his cousin, and said in a soft rumble, “I was starting to wonder if you’d wake up today, Snezhinka. How do you feel?”

While the cat slammed its body into her, and started rubbing and purring loudly at her ear, Faina stared bleary-eyed up at her cousin. “I’m not sure exactly … thirsty for starters,” Before Sergei could say anything, his young cousin reached out her hand toward him, and plucked the flask from his grasp. Thinking it was water, she took a deep swig, and her eyes went wide as the alcohol rolled down her throat. Pulling a face, she gasped, “Bozhe moi, this stuff is rotgut, Sergei. Why on earth are you drinking this?”

“It was all I could find at a shop not far from here,” began Sergei defensively, before he started thinking about what his cousin just said. “Wait a minute, young lady, how would you know the difference?” Faina replied with a slight cough, her voice rough and gravelly, “Papa Patrovna said I was old enough, so he gave me a glass of the good stuff.” She took another swig from the flask, gagging slightly before passing it back to her cousin. “Honestly, Sergei, you’ll go blind drinking that stuff.” Sergei took the flask back, pocketed it with a dignified sniff, then asked, “He didn’t offer any to Kotenok, did he?” Faina chuckled, and replied, “She’s not old enough, and I doubt she could hold it anyway. I had some sherry with Baba and some of her friends at one of their tea parties; it was okay, but I prefer vodka.”

Faina drew a deep breath, and then she was assailed by the needle-sharp memories of what happened before waking up here. Panic gripped her heart, and she sat upright so swiftly, the cat yowled as she was suddenly dislodged from her spot atop Faina’s chest. Her breath came out in terrified gasps, and she stammered aloud, “Mother, M-Mother? M-mom? Mommy? W-where’s M-m-mommy? Sergei, where is she?” Sergei caught his cousin by the shoulders, as he realized she was freaking out and trying to get out of her hospital bed. Sitting next to her, he pulled her into his embrace, stroking her hair as he worked to settle her down again. With a shushing sound, he told her, “It’s alright, Snezhinka; everything’s all right. She’s resting comfortably in the next room.”

Shaking her head, Faina said, as much to herself as she was to her cousin, as tears rolled down her face, “Bozhe moi, bozhe moi, bozhe moi. I wasn’t going to let them get to her, Sergei. I wouldn’t let get Mother. I wasn’t going to let those men get to Mother; I would have died before they laid a hand on her, I swear it.” Sergei kissed her on the forehead, and told her reassuring, “ Snezhinka, dorogaya Malen'kaya Snezhinka, all is well. They never got to her … they never got close. You will see her soon enough and she will tell you herself, I promise you.” As Faina nodded her head, and felt herself starting to calm down, another icy spasm of fear stabbed at heart. “Kotenok; where is she?”

“She’s right here, beside you, Snezhinka. She’s refused to leave your side. All of us are here, Malen’kaya Snezhinka; all of us that matter right now,” said Sergei, nodding toward one side of the bed. He decided right then was likely not a good time to tell Faina any of the details of what else went on while she was unconscious; he really didn’t want her trying to rush off to battle Madam Harcroft in her hospital gown. It was then Faina realized her sister was there, and had been all along. Katya was curled up in chair, one arm wrapped around the toy ferret Cian gave her just before they left for Surrey, while her other hand lay close by where her own was not so long before.

‘It was her voice I heard,’ thought Faina, as her hand closed about her sister’s. ‘She called me back.’ Sergei gave a significant cough to get Faina’s attention again, and asked her, “Faina, she mentioned a promise you made her, and you kept muttering about a promise in your sleep. What’s going on?”

Faina drew a deep breath, and had a distant look in her eyes as she launched into her explanation. “It was after the fire, Father was … gone, and Mother was … absent, and we didn’t know what was to become of us. Kitten wouldn’t settle down, she was afraid to fall asleep, because she was scared I wouldn’t be there when she woke up the next morning. So, I made her a promise, I told her we’d stay together, no matter what, and nothing bad would happen to her so long as I could do something about it. I told her that if anything bad did happen to her, it was because I already died protecting her from harm, but that would be okay, because when she closed her eyes for the last time she would see me again, at the Waystation, waiting to pass through the Veil with her, so she wouldn’t have to go by herself.”

The room was quiet as Sergei digested what was told to him, and he gave the teenager a hug. “You and your mother, and your promises,” he commented after a moment, shaking his head with dismay. “A ten-year old kid shouldn’t be making promises like that.” Faina shrugged, and countered solemnly, “A ten-year old kid shouldn’t have needed to become mother bear for a six-year old, but such is life. So what happened to the gospodar, and when can we go home?” Sergei sighed, and said, “They’re going to prison, after they’re healthy enough to leave hospital. Home will have to wait until it is repaired, Right now, we don’t have a front door, or a back door … or windows … or a kitchen. Kitchen looks like a bomb exploded in it.”

Faina bit back a guilty curse, and her jaw visibly tightened, as anger clutched at her. One of the invaders used a Cruciatus on her mother, and Faina responded by setting him on fire. She vaguely remembered being hit with a Cruciatus, her Protego Charm buckling under repeated magical attacks and getting blasted down before falling unconscious. “Mne zhal’. I had something to do with that, I’m afraid.” Sergei answered back with, “What have you to be sorry for? You were defending yourself, and your family; you have nothing to be ashamed for.” Faina laid her head upon her cousin’s shoulder, and said softly, “Spasibo, Papa Sergey.”

Sergei smiled, and said, “‘Papa Sergey’? You’ve never called me that, Snezhinka.” Faina smiled and said quietly, “We have a Father, or maybe ‘did’ is a better word, but you became ‘Papa’ when we really, really needed a papa.” As long as he’d known Faina, he’d never seen her need him like she did right then, and her calling him ‘Papa’ was the measure of the trust she’d placed in him; trust she only ever offered almost grudgingly, if at all. Sergei kissed the girl on the forehead again, and he thought about what she said.

Healers were doing what they could to figure out how much damage was done to Nigel’s mind, and determine if any of it could be undone. As it stood presently the Hufflepuff Alum had no memory of his marriage with Reyna or of his two elder children, and he was only now beginning to realize what was stolen from his life. It was heartbreaking to think he might never be the man he was previously, worrying to consider what Madam Harcroft did to those kids and to Nigel’s … other wife, Amanda, and angering to think the grasping, manipulating harridan planned to do similar things to poor Katya.

With a loud yawn, Katya woke up, and she blinked a couple times as she took in the sight of Faina sitting up in bed, while leaning on Cousin Sergei. She smiled, and said softly, “Faina, y-you’re awake, you’re okay.” Faina chuckled softly, and wished she didn’t, as she was suddenly reminded she was still injured. “Awake: da, I’m awake. Okay? We’ll settle for ‘on the mend’.”

Katya got out of the chair and moved to hug her older sister. After being told her mother and sister were dead, Katya was happy to see her mother recovering at St. Mungo’s, though when she saw her sister lying in a bed, deathly pale and deeply unconscious, she feared Faina would pay a horrible price for that bit of good fortune. The Aurors told Katya that they’d captured Madam Harcroft, even if they were unable to snare ‘Jeeves’ yet, and the woman would be made to stand trial for her actions. “I’m not ready to live in a world you’re not a part of yet,” said Katya feelingly.

Faina chuckled, gave her sister a sisterly kiss on the forehead, and said wryly, “And I am not yet ready to depart it, so that should make us even, I think. Besides, I wouldn’t give that shriveled old crone the satisfaction of seeing me dead.” Katya smiled, encouraged to hear the surety in her sister’s voice. “So all of this over, right?” Sergei answered with, “All except cleaning up the mess left behind.” Faina added philosophically, “There’s always a mess to clean up.” Sergei gave an affirming grunt in response, then added, “However, that can wait. Both of you will be happy to know, you will be seeing Baba and Papa Patrovna soon.”

“We’re going to St. Petersburg for Christmas?” Faina asked, as right then she couldn’t imagine traveling back to school, much less leaving the country on short notice, she knew she didn’t feel physically up to such a journey, and doubted their mother could cope with the stress much better either. Sergei shook his head, and replied, “St. Petersburg is coming here. The family knows what happened; they won’t leave us to fend alone. Mind you, we’ll be spending the holiday at a hotel, so…” Faina replied practically, “It means we won’t be doing any of the cooking. Good.”

Katya suddenly had a crestfallen look, and she exclaimed, “ Ahhh, I was looking forward to helping Mamma cook Christmas dinner.” Being part of the Cooking Club meant she’d gotten some bit of practice in, and she’d wanted the chance to show her mother some of what she’d learned. Sergei told her assuringly, “There will be other Christmases, Kitten; hopefully less eventful ones.” Katya nodded, then her expression brightened, and she offered, “I’ll go see if there’s an owl I can borrow, and let Lucien know where you are, and that you’re ‘on the mend’, Faina.”

Part of her didn’t want to bother Lucien about her travails, but Faina knew he would be upset if he weren’t informed of what happened immediately, and found out after the fact, so she didn’t argue the point with her sister. However… she smiled and said, “If you’re doing that, Kitten, you should have the owl drop off a message for Cian as well. I’m sure he’d like to know you’re all right.” At the mention of Cian, Katya gave the toy ferret in her arm a slight squeeze; she smiled, and left her sister’s bedside to complete her self-appointed mission.

When Katya departed the room, Sergei asked Faina pointedly, “Who’s ‘Cian’?” Faina said nothing, though a pussycat smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, and she couldn’t help chuckling as a look of consternation crossed Sergei’s countenance. “You don’t mean…” he started to say, which caused Faina to chuckle some more, and say reasonably, “She’s not six anymore, you know…” Sergei shook his head, and muttered under his breath, “Bozhe moi, I’m not ready for this….”


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Graydon Ironshield

You hear the door slam
And realize there's nowhere left to run
You feel the cold hand
And wonder if you'll ever see the sun
You close your eyes

Sometime after an owl.....

Cian may have to ride wizard bus more often that was a wild ride! The cookies survived and that was important. He had gotten permission to visit his friend in the wizard hospital. This should work for the most part like muggle hospitals right? Cian went to what seemed like the front desk. They checked his gift to perhaps make sure it was an ok item. Mabye they has a super secret paitant that was all top secret! He got directions to where he needed to go. He had a unreconised owl send a message about Katya having a very un merry Christmas. He had a Christmas themed get well card that had a pop out tree for her sister Fiana and cookies for them to share. He also had her gift. He had wanted to save it for return to Hogwarts but now seemed a good as time as any. He made it to a room and knocked on the open door to announce his arrival. Sure it would be unlike him to just walk right in but even he knew that be a bad idea (Aeryn would be suprised he showed restraint). "Hey! Merry Christmas guys, well it is now I got gifts! " Cian greeted hoping enthusiasm would help them feel better.




And hope that this is just imagination
Girl but all the while
You hear a creature creeping up behind
You're out of time

 

[Graydon Ironshield]

Faina Patrovna xxxxx Katya Patrovna
Slytherin Sixth Year xxxxxxx Hufflepuff Third Year


Christmas Holiday, 2042

Faina and Katya were keeping each other company, while Sergei went back to check on their mother. What energy Faina possessed upon regaining consciousness soon faded, as she adjusted to not being in a state of 'fight or flight', or just plain 'stand or die'. No, right then, she was content to stay in her bed, and not do much of anything.

Katya soon started telling her what happened while she was unconscious, and she found out her sister never made it out of the house, at least not of her own volition. Katya didn't summon the Aurors, so Faina figured either Sergei called them, or they showed up to investigate why the Trace on her was indicating the casting of a large quantity of defensive and offensive magic. Somehow, the Aurors figured where Katya was taken, and they rescued her from Madam Harcroft before she had the chance to start doing to her what was done to their poor father. Faina tried hard not to feel guilty for not being able to rescue her sister, and she knew her sister would never hold it against her, as she was the reason why they still had Mother.

When there was a knock on the door, Katya looked up, and her face lit up as though the sun just rose. "Cian!" she exclaimed happily, and she leaped from the chair she was sitting in, casting aside the blanket she had wrapped around her. Katya gave her boyfriend a big hug, and she told him, "I'm so glad to see you. I was afraid I'd never see anyone ever again, or if I did I wouldn't have known who they were."

Faina smiled when she saw all this; it gladdened her heart to see her sister so happy again after what happened to them. She was hoping she would see Lucien, but if it was only Cian that showed up to make her sister happy she could be content. "Happy Christmas, Cian" she said, with a bit of a smile. Indicating her sister with a nod, she added, "I'm glad you came."

While this tableaux unfolded, Sergei appeared in the doorway. Leaning against the door jamb, he decided to stay quiet and see what was going on. he wasn't sure what to make of the young man, but he decided that if he was perking up the spirits of the girls it couldn't be a bad thing.

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Graydon Ironshield

You hear the door slam
And realize there's nowhere left to run
You feel the cold hand
And wonder if you'll ever see the sun
You close your eyes

Cian was oblivious to the man behind him he was busy returning the hug to Katya. "Don't worry I'm unforgettable"Cian said releasing the hug to distribute gifts "I got you a card Fiana! Its a combo get well and Christmas card! I got cookies for everyone! I did the glitter sugar on the trees and I got your gift Kitty!" He said setting the cookies on a side table and passed the card to Fiana before passing the gift to Katya. He hoped they liked it. He snitched a snowman cookie and was nibbling on it as he watched them open the gifts. Good thing he opted out of the glitter poofing from the card, maybe next year




And hope that this is just imagination
Girl but all the while
You hear a creature creeping up behind
You're out of time

 

[Graydon Ironshield]

Faina Patrovna xxxxx Katya Patrovna
Slytherin Sixth Year xxxxxxx Hufflepuff Third Year


Christmas Holiday, 2042

Faina chuckled at Cian's comment, and told him, "I don't know how much Katya told you about what happened, but she was about to get Obliviated when the Aurors turned up to rescue her." Katya nodded in agreement, and added, "It's all pretty complicated. I'll tell you all about it, just not now. Right now, I want something happy to focus on."

Faina accepted the card, but didn't open it, not while she watched Katya open her gift. The blonde haired girl squealed with delight when she saw the ribbon, and promptly put it on. "Oh, it so cute, Cian. Thank you." Katya hugged him again, and kissed him upon the cheek. Faina opened the card with the pop-up tree, and set it up where she could see it before taking a cookie to munch on. For her, what mattered was that Kitten was happy.

Sergei chose to remain in the background, and not interject himself into things unless invited, or if he needed to, with a bemused look on his face. When Katya kissed the young man, though, he figured this was the Cian which the girls mentioned previously.

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Graydon Ironshield

You hear the door slam
And realize there's nowhere left to run
You feel the cold hand
And wonder if you'll ever see the sun
You close your eyes

"I got the general run down from the owl but gee I don't like speaking ill of elders but she was a cranky hag." Cian said. Grandmas were usully cool and made embarrassing sweaters and baked goods. He has glad he could give this old hag a piece of his mind. He was happy Katya loved the ribbion. It was so girly Aeryn gagged at it, therefore it was perfect. He is cheeks were a bit warm from the kiss so he figured he was blushing. It was here he noticed the adult in the doorway. He grabbed and helded out a suger glitter tree to him. "Hiya want a cookie? I brought like 2 dozen!" Cian said happily. Who was this adult anyway?




And hope that this is just imagination
Girl but all the while
You hear a creature creeping up behind
You're out of time

 

[Graydon Ironshield]

Faina Patrovna xxxxx Katya Patrovna
Slytherin Sixth Year xxxxxxx Hufflepuff Third Year


Christmas Holiday, 2042

"I'm well past speaking ill of that harridan," said Faina with a wry chuckle. "Although I'm pretty sure real hags wouldn't appreciate Madam Harcroft being lumped in with them." As she spoke, she was stroking Snezhok's fur absentmindedly, as the cat chose to curl up and take residence in her lap once more. She had a bemused expression, as she got a kick out of Cian's name for Katya, as well as the fact she'd just kissed him while Sergei was standing there in the doorway watching.

In fact, Katya was totally oblivious to Sergei's presence until Cian offered him a cookie, which the burly Russian accepted with a polite, "Thank you. So you are Cian, da?" Upon hearing Sergei speak, Katya's cheeks flushed with red, and she stared at him with wide blue eyes. With a slightly nervous laugh and a smile, she gestured toward their cousin, and said, "Um, Cian, this is Sergei. He's our cousin, and our ... um, protector, and he's been our ... um, Papa since ... um, well ... a long time."

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Graydon Ironshield

You hear the door slam
And realize there's nowhere left to run
You feel the cold hand
And wonder if you'll ever see the sun
You close your eyes

"Eh true. I'm sure hags have standards." Cian said. He was happy this adult didn't seem grumpy. Then again cookies make everyone happy. "Yep that's my name!" Cian said when prompted if his was the Cian of legend. Or was it infamy? Katya seemed a bit nervous when she introduced him. Understandably so considering he was filling the Dad role "It nice to meet you!" Cian said sticking out a hand before he relized it had cookie dust on it. He wiped his hand on his shirt then held it out again with a grin for a handshake. He hoped Katya's 'Dad' would be ok with him. More for Katya's sake than his own.




And hope that this is just imagination
Girl but all the while
You hear a creature creeping up behind
You're out of time

 

[Graydon Ironshield]

Faina Patrovna xxxxx Katya Patrovna
Slytherin Sixth Year xxxxxxx Hufflepuff Third Year


Christmas Holiday, 2042

Faina watched the meeting between Cian and Sergei with interest, as she wasn't sure just how her cousin was going to handle things. He'd quizzed her pretty intently about her relationship with Lucien, especially after telling Baba before telling him or Mother. She rather suspected Sergei would have preferred meeting her boyfriend before confronting the concept of his younger cousin having a relationship. Katya was also watching, her blue eyes wide and hopeful, and she stood next to Cian as he talked to Sergei.

Sergei smiled and shook the young man's hand, and he said, "It is good to meet you as well. I know you're friends of the girls, but I get the impression you are ... something more to Katya, yes?"

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Graydon Ironshield

You hear the door slam
And realize there's nowhere left to run
You feel the cold hand
And wonder if you'll ever see the sun
You close your eyes

"Boyfriend? I would hope so." Cian said. "Friends before of course, were the same year!" he wanted to be totally himself. He thought it best if he was himself because he wanted Sergei to know he was weird sure but a good person. If he was essentially 'Dad' he knew he would need to impress him. Even so Cian was confident that he was likeable enough for this big guy. Sergei seemed a super nice new guy. Perhaps Katya can come meet his parents next Christmas?




And hope that this is just imagination
Girl but all the while
You hear a creature creeping up behind
You're out of time

 

[Graydon Ironshield]

Faina Patrovna xxxxx Katya Patrovna
Slytherin Sixth Year xxxxxxx Hufflepuff Third Year


Christmas Holiday, 2042

As Cian answered Sergei's rather open-ended question, Katya wrapped an arm around one of his and smiled hopefully. Faina listened to Cian's answer and nodded sagely with approval. She and Lucien were friends before they were a couple, and so it was with Cian and Katya. She glanced up toward Sergei to see how he would respond.

Sergei was thoughtful, and he said with a genuine smile and an appreciative nod, "An honest answer, I can appreciate that. You are willing to take the time and the steps to do things right. That is good. As I see it, your being here is making Katya happy, for that I am glad. Perhaps if she is up to it, I will introduce you to her mother; I'm certain she would enjoy meeting you."

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Kungfudemoness

OOC: Meeting his folks? Yes, definitely