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Post by Mairead ó Fearghail on Oct 18, 2009 19:55:18 GMT -5
Mairead considered the fellow for a few breaths and, then, slowly, she scanned the foyer, taking in her surroundings a bit more thoroughly. Eventually, her gaze settled on Mercutio with a deep, shaky sigh. Something about his cryptic and nonsensical answer was making the understanding of reality set in faster. The unease and hint of panic building and was ready to be away from this stranger. "Um,... thank you," she said, quietly and a little shakily to the fellow.
Quietly, Mairead stepped back towards Erin, taking the time turner from him and crossing the foyer to the doors again. It seemed obvious, by now, that Erin would follow. Like, that fellow had described, a strange, two-legged guard dog. Staring at the time turner, she didn't register the two people she bumped into as she pushed her way outside. She quickly skipped down the steps to the street and, once at the bottom, she looked around at the carriages and the people on the street.
Stepping around the corner of the building, she found a wet stone bench along the side of the building and slumped on it, still staring blankly at the time turner. She had to clear her mind, had to start thinking straight. She needed to figure out her options - their options? Maybe someone could fix it. Unlikely - after all, she didn't know of any witches or wizards that could help someone move forward in time. Or, maybe they just needed ... to wait? Maybe it had ... one charge a day?
But, the more she considered the options, the more her resolve to see them work dissolved. She just never had been that eager to get back anyway. Not that here was exactly where she wanted to be. Slowly, blankly, she looked up, again, this time taking a closer look at her surroundings.
Now what?
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Post by Erin Morgan-Harper on Nov 2, 2009 20:15:20 GMT -5
Erin did follow, in fact, but only because what else was he supposed to do? Who else did he know here but her? He wouldn't have liked the thought that he was predictable. Especially not to Mairead.
However, as the girl charged blindly on ahead, he fell back a little, and by the time she'd slumped down on a bench he was at a pretty safe distance. Safe, in his opinion, meant that he was far enough away to duck if she tried to curse him. She hadn't for a while, but Erin was wary of Mairead when she was emotional. Emotional Maireads tended to hurt him, or to burst into tears, or to, to, to try and swim to an imaginary island or something, he didn't know. He leaned against the brick at his back, casting a sideways glance at the girl a few yards away.
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Post by Mairead ó Fearghail on Nov 3, 2009 2:32:26 GMT -5
Mairead wasn't aware of Erin moving towards her. He was already leaning against the wall when Mairead looked up, realizing he'd followed. He appeared wary of her - and, all things considered, she couldn't blame him. She hadn't given him much in the way or reason to not be. But, that had changed now. They were here. The time turner was, clearly, not going to take them any further. Maybe it'd work tomorrow. Maybe not. Maybe it'd malfunction again, only in a worse way.
It'd be useless, probably foolish to try again. She'd come to a decision. There was nothing to go back to, anyway.
Pushing herself to her feet, Mairead walked towards Erin. She held the time turner back out to him, feeling oddly nostalgic and ... admittedly ... sad as she realized there was nothing left that bound this fellow to her. Her father, clearly, wasn't in control and she knew well enough she hadn't given him much reason to stay on his own accord.
"I don't know if it'll do much to keep trying. Or, if it'll just mess up worse next time. But, I guess, it's up to you. It's ... I'm-" Her voice broke off. Was she supposed to apologize? "Thanks," she said, finally, awkwardly. "Good luck." She readjusted the bag on her back and started towards the street.
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Post by Erin Morgan-Harper on Nov 11, 2009 19:08:06 GMT -5
Mairead handed him the time-turner, and Erin took it automatically. She turned to walk away from him, and even still, without thinking, he took a step after her. Then- thanks? Good luck? A dismissal?
Erin looked down at the thing in his hands. Well, this wasn't supposed to happen. Perhaps she was going through one of her spells of insanity again. "Mairead!"
She hadn't been going that fast. Erin caught up to her easily, thrusting the time-turner back into her hands. Surprise softened the edges of his voice, bafflement, too. There wasn't any fear, although if he'd thought that would get through to her maybe he would have tried it. Probably not. Erin was prideful. "What do you think you're doing?"
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Post by Mairead ó Fearghail on Nov 11, 2009 21:12:00 GMT -5
She'd been through many transitions in her life. This wasn't the first time her world had been taken and turned, forcibly, on its head. Her whole life had been one long series of fate thrusting her in directions she neither understood nor cared to travel. And, she was used to embarking upon them with a certain degree of solitude.
She'd, of course, been alone when she'd been left in the ó Fearghai's crib. She'd been alone when she'd been dragged back to her mothers. Solitude - and lies - had met her at Hogwarts and even when her father brought her back home to prepare for this mission she'd been, once again, largely alone. But. Not entirely. The last few times she'd been thrust out into the world alone, Erin had been there. Somewhat at her father's. Definitely when they'd shifted. And now.
She admittedly regretted pushing forward and leaving that behind - even him. But, she was able to face the prospect of this new solitude with more comfort and resolve than she might have, otherwise. There was fear, no doubt. And, sadness. Loneliness. But, she'd survived worse before.
She'd made it several steps back towards the street before she heard her name called and she realized Erin had pursued her. She stopped and turned back towards Erin, quickly brushing a tear from the apple of her cheek.
"What?" she said, quietly, shrugging her shoulders. Did he have to make this worse? "I know - I'm sorry, alright? I'm just - can't we just leave it where it is? It's great - you're free. You aren't stuck with me , anymore. Do you really have to rub it in?" If that was his intention. "I ... don't know. I'm going to figure out. Start with the basics, right?"
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Post by Erin Morgan-Harper on Nov 12, 2009 11:59:34 GMT -5
Erin stared at her. Tears, wonderful, like that got past him. Or to him. No way. "Look, I- I don't even know how to use it, much less- Merlin, you're so bloody stupid. What makes you think I'll let you go off on your own?"
He tried to not make it sound like more than it was. Even if he got the time-turner to work, going back without her wasn't an option. Oh, yes, maybe the Dark Lord had intended for her to die in her mission. Erin wouldn't put it past him. But for her bodyguard to survive? Voldemort wouldn't buy that, and Erin wasn't stupid enough to try it. Besides, Mairead knew about his sister, and disregarding all the squirmy discomfort he felt about having to trust another person with that, they'd also- well, he'd slept with her, and though that didn't mean much to him, Erin had stalled and stalled because he'd known.... he'd thought... he wouldn't be able to shake her off afterward. Girls did that, right? Ones as young and insecure as Mairead? She wasn't living up to his expectations now. It sort of spooked him. The tears, too. How one teenage girl could be so annoyingly contradictory was beyond him.
Besides. Erin didn't know this place. Mairead didn't either, of course; the only thing they knew was each other. He didn't think it consciously, but Erin knew he did not want Mairead to just wander off and leave him in a city of the past.
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Post by Mairead ó Fearghail on Nov 16, 2009 16:25:40 GMT -5
So. Apparently, he was determined to make this worse. Mairead bristled and shrugged her shoulders dismissively. "Well, I'm sure if I weren't so stupid, I'd probably have more of an idea of what to do with the thing." But, at this point, she knew nothing more than he did. Though, he may have more motivation to make it work than she did.
"You ... you don't get it, do you?" She said. Really, why was she having to spell this out? It certainly was starting to seem easier back in the days when she just had to turn and walk off on her own. "What makes you think you have any reason to keep putting up with me? You don't work for me nor ... my father doesn't even exist. And, I'm not going to try to ... I'm not going to risk things going even worse. So, you should be thrilled. You're off the hook."
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