RP, OWL: Consideration / Siri [Travers] to Julian Avery
Date: March 10th, 2005
Characters: Siri [Travers], Julian Avery
Location: Willis' house, wherever Mr. Avery happens to be
Status: Private
Summary: A bit of reflection and an owl by Siri.
Completion: Incomplete (?)
Siri was enjoying herself immensely. After her most interesting introduction to the town--she could hardly have asked for a better scene, really, and it'd put Willis in a most charming mood--there had been always more to explore. Willis' house was entirely what she had expected. Disordered (and she had made some vague steps to amend this, though it wasn't a terrible bother; hardly worth the worry) but suitable for its basic purpose. There was no great sense of attachment, and this too was fitting: come down to it, and the three of them belonged only to the one estate, never mind that Reginald held it officially.
Willis had shown her much of the town, and they had both enjoyed that. It'd been too long since they'd been able to roam as such, to traverse back ways together and do as they would, never mind the outside world. They'd been careful enough in Stoatshead itself; contrary to the belief of some, her brother did have a well-developed sensibility about him, and knew well enough to keep from drawing the attention of the law here. Pity that they did need to be cautious, but even the bloody Aurors couldn't miss everything. And while she didn't really think they could do a damned thing to Willis, Siri didn't want to see them try, and wouldn't consider what might happen if they did.
Besides, it was simple enough. If they interfered, he would kill them. She could help. And that, of course, was all there was to it.
And never mind that. There had been amusement enough in nearby Muggle villages. Ah, she'd missed the days of terrorizing those ones. She'd needed this pursuit, she saw clearly, and there had been time after time of rediscovery. One sight in particular, that of a man on the street, proud of himself at first and ready to best her, continued to play in her mind. He'd been so sure of himself, she'd seen as much, the way he held himself and smiled, smug. Then she'd only returned the smile, laughed.
At the laughter, he had revealed himself to be less worthy, still. Eyes still proud, but there had been a disconcerted flicker, a sign of let-down and inevitable fall. Her own figure shaded--she had always been partial to dramatic effect and strengthened this image in her memory--and she had only mocked. Mocked and flashed her own eyes, confident, and no small hint of some unnamed action. Still the man had wavered further, until she had advanced and he had begun to move backward, steps uncertain. He never saw the figure, solid, behind him, and she would not soon forget the look in his eyes, the fear.
By the time he had backed himself into Willis, the man had quite sealed his own fate. And they--he and she, brother and sister--had laughed. Laughed at the man as Willis seized him, then brought silence. Then later, blood on their hands as they grasped one another, they had laughed again.
Siri had required this laughter. After so many years, she felt at last a more firmly-established sense that life was as it should be. And while it might not continue as such without end, she was damned well going to enjoy this while it lasted.
At present, Willis was absent. She didn't know quite where he had gone, but that was all right; he was perfectly welcome to act on his own, much as she had been in her individual excursions. They understood as much, gave one another such freedom be later united all the more. And their thoughts, it seemed, were never so terribly are apart; they were far too much alike.
Faced with an empty house, she snatched a notion that had been needling her mind since the previous evening, when Willis had mentioned a few of the more interesting people he had seen. She was, Siri felt, rather overdue in contacting certain individuals. It happened as such. Yet she wasn't about to pass over the possible chance of speaking to Julian Avery, now that he was in the same area. Yes, it had been some time since they had spoken, but he had been a most enjoyable schoolmate, a young man seen in a different light than most. Renewed communication might provide still another diversion. Indeed, the more considered it, the more advisable a brief letter seemed.
Enough thought. She found a suitable piece of parchment, a workable quill, and quickly composed a letter. She would, Siri decided, send this immediately.
Julian,
Darling, it had been far too long since we have spoken. I've come to stay for some time in Stoatshead, and Willis has mentioned that you've settled in the town. As I do so miss your company, and as this opportunity stands, I should like to propose that we do a bit of catching up. I hope that you are not entirely opposed to this idea, Julian, and eagerly anticipate your response.
Yours,
Siri
Characters: Siri [Travers], Julian Avery
Location: Willis' house, wherever Mr. Avery happens to be
Status: Private
Summary: A bit of reflection and an owl by Siri.
Completion: Incomplete (?)
Siri was enjoying herself immensely. After her most interesting introduction to the town--she could hardly have asked for a better scene, really, and it'd put Willis in a most charming mood--there had been always more to explore. Willis' house was entirely what she had expected. Disordered (and she had made some vague steps to amend this, though it wasn't a terrible bother; hardly worth the worry) but suitable for its basic purpose. There was no great sense of attachment, and this too was fitting: come down to it, and the three of them belonged only to the one estate, never mind that Reginald held it officially.
Willis had shown her much of the town, and they had both enjoyed that. It'd been too long since they'd been able to roam as such, to traverse back ways together and do as they would, never mind the outside world. They'd been careful enough in Stoatshead itself; contrary to the belief of some, her brother did have a well-developed sensibility about him, and knew well enough to keep from drawing the attention of the law here. Pity that they did need to be cautious, but even the bloody Aurors couldn't miss everything. And while she didn't really think they could do a damned thing to Willis, Siri didn't want to see them try, and wouldn't consider what might happen if they did.
Besides, it was simple enough. If they interfered, he would kill them. She could help. And that, of course, was all there was to it.
And never mind that. There had been amusement enough in nearby Muggle villages. Ah, she'd missed the days of terrorizing those ones. She'd needed this pursuit, she saw clearly, and there had been time after time of rediscovery. One sight in particular, that of a man on the street, proud of himself at first and ready to best her, continued to play in her mind. He'd been so sure of himself, she'd seen as much, the way he held himself and smiled, smug. Then she'd only returned the smile, laughed.
At the laughter, he had revealed himself to be less worthy, still. Eyes still proud, but there had been a disconcerted flicker, a sign of let-down and inevitable fall. Her own figure shaded--she had always been partial to dramatic effect and strengthened this image in her memory--and she had only mocked. Mocked and flashed her own eyes, confident, and no small hint of some unnamed action. Still the man had wavered further, until she had advanced and he had begun to move backward, steps uncertain. He never saw the figure, solid, behind him, and she would not soon forget the look in his eyes, the fear.
By the time he had backed himself into Willis, the man had quite sealed his own fate. And they--he and she, brother and sister--had laughed. Laughed at the man as Willis seized him, then brought silence. Then later, blood on their hands as they grasped one another, they had laughed again.
Siri had required this laughter. After so many years, she felt at last a more firmly-established sense that life was as it should be. And while it might not continue as such without end, she was damned well going to enjoy this while it lasted.
At present, Willis was absent. She didn't know quite where he had gone, but that was all right; he was perfectly welcome to act on his own, much as she had been in her individual excursions. They understood as much, gave one another such freedom be later united all the more. And their thoughts, it seemed, were never so terribly are apart; they were far too much alike.
Faced with an empty house, she snatched a notion that had been needling her mind since the previous evening, when Willis had mentioned a few of the more interesting people he had seen. She was, Siri felt, rather overdue in contacting certain individuals. It happened as such. Yet she wasn't about to pass over the possible chance of speaking to Julian Avery, now that he was in the same area. Yes, it had been some time since they had spoken, but he had been a most enjoyable schoolmate, a young man seen in a different light than most. Renewed communication might provide still another diversion. Indeed, the more considered it, the more advisable a brief letter seemed.
Enough thought. She found a suitable piece of parchment, a workable quill, and quickly composed a letter. She would, Siri decided, send this immediately.
Julian,
Darling, it had been far too long since we have spoken. I've come to stay for some time in Stoatshead, and Willis has mentioned that you've settled in the town. As I do so miss your company, and as this opportunity stands, I should like to propose that we do a bit of catching up. I hope that you are not entirely opposed to this idea, Julian, and eagerly anticipate your response.
Yours,
Siri