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Tazenhani · 06-02-2015, 03:44 AM

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

Well about time he was agreeing. Annie kept her thoughts to herself and matched his tea drinking (FINALLY) with a sip of her own. He'd better like the tea, too. She grew it herself.

"Good. Should I know whom you will be contacting?" Just to be on the safe side? Not that she didn't trust Sabel, she just didn't trust... certain people within the Ministry. Wisely, she didn't trust them.

The laughter was an unexpected and somewhat welcome break from their tense conversation. Did Sabel sound a little unstable, with all that laughing? Yes. Had she intended to be funny with her erhm... pep talk? No. But would she chuckle too? Possibly. The Headmistress at least smiled briefly along with him. "Perhaps I should," she mused more lightly. "If I knew who it was, I would send it back, along with notes and an OWL grade, probably a P." They COULD do better, honestly. Even the threat about Quidditch had been less last-minute than this.

She nodded gracefully and returned the thanks with a murmured one of her own. "I try." Most days. "I'm married to Ethan Truebridge. He keeps a low profile now, but once upon a time ago... he also taught here. History of Magic, Ancient Runes, and even Defense Against the Dark Arts, for a short time." Quite the talented man, her husband.

Sabel's mood sobered rather abruptly, and instead of drinking his tea, he settled for staring into the bottom of the murky water. There were pieces at the bottom, pieces that shifted this way and that depending on how he rocked the cup. He felt like one of those pieces.

"Chosen." The name came off his lips reluctantly. Not because he didn't want the Headmistress to know, but because he was still fearful that someone else might know. "Chosen, and I'll be letting Bennett know too."

And not Rainey. The thought had his gut twisting with unease. He was going behind the man's back, something that made him surprisingly uncomfortable, but which there was little choice to. Truebridge didn't trust him, and that letter he had received so many months ago. Original YATI. It was clear. Legend.

Letting out a heavy breath, Sabel slid the mug back onto the table with two fingers. The lingering amusement had him smiling faintly. "A P. Seems fitting."

Really, she was right. It was a poor effort on their parts. Half done, half attempted. If it was the Cult.....

He shook his head, refocussing his attention on their next line of conversation. Her husband....And trying not to let his eyes fall out of his head or his sputtering surprise choke him. "Ethan? Really." Well. Fancy...that. Truebridge. Of course, it only made sense. "Good...Professor."

He cleared his throat, quickly diverting his attention to the piles on her desk. His surprise faded in an instant, his brow quirking. "You said your wards were tripped. Where were you when they were tripped?"

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Tazenhani DMLE & DoM Doxy Join Date: Oct 2009 Posts: 6,150 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amur Neverwinter Fourth Year	~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~ Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl Well about time he was agreeing. Annie kept her thoughts to herself and matched his tea drinking (FINALLY) with a sip of her own. He'd better like the tea, too. She grew it herself. "Good. Should I know whom you will be contacting?" Just to be on the safe side? Not that she didn't trust Sabel, she just didn't trust... certain people within the Ministry. Wisely, she didn't trust them. The laughter was an unexpected and somewhat welcome break from their tense conversation. Did Sabel sound a little unstable, with all that laughing? Yes. Had she intended to be funny with her erhm... pep talk? No. But would she chuckle too? Possibly. The Headmistress at least smiled briefly along with him. "Perhaps I should," she mused more lightly. "If I knew who it was, I would send it back, along with notes and an OWL grade, probably a P." They COULD do better, honestly. Even the threat about Quidditch had been less last-minute than this. She nodded gracefully and returned the thanks with a murmured one of her own. "I try." Most days. "I'm married to Ethan Truebridge. He keeps a low profile now, but once upon a time ago... he also taught here. History of Magic, Ancient Runes, and even Defense Against the Dark Arts, for a short time." Quite the talented man, her husband. Sabel's mood sobered rather abruptly, and instead of drinking his tea, he settled for staring into the bottom of the murky water. There were pieces at the bottom, pieces that shifted this way and that depending on how he rocked the cup. He felt like one of those pieces. "Chosen." The name came off his lips reluctantly. Not because he didn't want the Headmistress to know, but because he was still fearful that someone else might know. "Chosen, and I'll be letting Bennett know too." And not Rainey. The thought had his gut twisting with unease. He was going behind the man's back, something that made him surprisingly uncomfortable, but which there was little choice to. Truebridge didn't trust him, and that letter he had received so many months ago. Original YATI. It was clear. Legend. Letting out a heavy breath, Sabel slid the mug back onto the table with two fingers. The lingering amusement had him smiling faintly. "A P. Seems fitting." Really, she was right. It was a poor effort on their parts. Half done, half attempted. If it was the Cult..... He shook his head, refocussing his attention on their next line of conversation. Her husband....And trying not to let his eyes fall out of his head or his sputtering surprise choke him. "Ethan? Really." Well. Fancy...that. Truebridge. Of course, it only made sense. "Good...Professor." He cleared his throat, quickly diverting his attention to the piles on her desk. His surprise faded in an instant, his brow quirking. "You said your wards were tripped. Where were you when they were tripped?" __________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________ I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________ _______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy.