It sometimes amazed Susan, how easily her Governess Mode switched on. There were very few children at Hogwarts--and most of those she'd met had really been adults under the influence of magical chocolates--so it was easy to forget that it was her default state of being when around a child.
"The application wasn't even designed for most grown-ups," she said--she spoke to Molly as she would to an adult, with no condescension, no patronization. She sat on the desk beside Molly, folding her arms. "You know, you don't have to be scared of bogeymen. I used to be a governess, back home, and I always told the children it was better to be angry than scared. Bogeymen can't handle anger." She thought Molly's might be something like the garden-variety type she often saw back on the Disc, though the idea of one killing someone was rather outside her experience.
...Wow. This lady had cool hair. "Is that...is your hair real?" she asked, staring--bits of it had just moved. The only time Molly had ever seen hair that white was on an old person, and this lady wasn't old--she couldn't even be as old as Molly's parents had been.
She frowned, and shivered at the mention of her bogeyman--and she'd said 'bogeyman', hadn't she, rather than 'boogeyman'? He was here--she'd seen him, and though she knew he couldn't kill her here, she had a feeling getting angry at him wouldn't do any good. Probably quite the reverse, in fact. "I don't think that would work with mine," she said quietly, and shivering, added the words she'd said to Mohinder: "He looks into your soul, and then he eats your brain."
Eats your...? Something in Susan's mind flipped over. Surely this little girl couldn't--well, but why not? So many people here wound up around others they'd known...it certainly wasn't unheard of.
"Molly," she said, giving the little gir's hand a squeeze, "does your bogeyman have a name?"
Molly squirmed. Something told her this was actually an important question, rather than one of the empty ones grown-ups seemed to ask so often. She didn't even want to say his name aloud--not after she'd seen him, right in this very room--so she leaned in to whisper in Susan's ear.
"Sylar," she said, the word little more than a breath. "And he's here."
Molly blinked. Wow, this girl had a lot of energy. "Wait, you can turn into fish here?" she asked. "Cool! Nice to meet you, Ed. How did you turn into a fish?"
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"The application wasn't even designed for most grown-ups," she said--she spoke to Molly as she would to an adult, with no condescension, no patronization. She sat on the desk beside Molly, folding her arms. "You know, you don't have to be scared of bogeymen. I used to be a governess, back home, and I always told the children it was better to be angry than scared. Bogeymen can't handle anger." She thought Molly's might be something like the garden-variety type she often saw back on the Disc, though the idea of one killing someone was rather outside her experience.
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She frowned, and shivered at the mention of her bogeyman--and she'd said 'bogeyman', hadn't she, rather than 'boogeyman'? He was here--she'd seen him, and though she knew he couldn't kill her here, she had a feeling getting angry at him wouldn't do any good. Probably quite the reverse, in fact. "I don't think that would work with mine," she said quietly, and shivering, added the words she'd said to Mohinder: "He looks into your soul, and then he eats your brain."
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"Molly," she said, giving the little gir's hand a squeeze, "does your bogeyman have a name?"
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"Sylar," she said, the word little more than a breath. "And he's here."
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"Hi, Molly-person!"
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