46. Girl Got Rhythm

[tastefulsilence]

*watches from a window on the third floor as a couple Hufflepuffs run around on the grounds trying to get away from the raining clouds of glitter, laughs at the sight they make, shakes his head and absently ponders how to lure Agito outside

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Re: Private to Paul

[tastefulsilence]

You CAN trust me! It's just when you try talking to me with an attitude. I don't like being talked to that way. Why couldn't you have just said that that's what Dumbledore told you? The way you said it made it sound like it was coming from you.

*sighs, feels all of his 50+ years*

Dude... I know you can fight David and take him down if you want to.... But what the fuck happens when he recovers? *is actually slightly pleading* I can't watch what he'd do to you for it. More than likely he'd make me do it as MY punishment....

*quietly* There's worse things he could do than drain us of blood and leave us out to bake for a few days... far worse.... He loves us, we're his family, but there's only so much a vampire as old as him will put up with.

I don't deny that he needs to be brought down a couple pegs, but think it through clearly before you do anything.... Do you really want to challenge him? He'd probably take it as a challenge of dominance... for the pack. He already said he would respect your marks from now on.

*shakes head, annoyed yet sad* We don't restrict your actions or movements unless we think it's necessary. Not because we don't think you can handle yourself, but because we're afraid something will happen and we won't be there to help.... You're our fledgeling. You're our brother, and the youngest in terms of vampirism.... It would kill us if you got hurt or dead. After... *swallows hard at the memories* After what happened when our memories got fucked with....

*bites through lip to keep from acting like a chick, huddles over journal miserably* You were dead, man.... You died.. and I wasn't there to stop it....

*forlorn look at the journal, knows Paul's gone, glances around his room sadly and gets up, walks over the the window and opens it, glances around to make sure no one is around before jumping out and flying towards Hogsmeade, intending to go up to the cave in the hills; he needed at least some small comfort of home, he missed the cave, he missed his brothers more*