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Sneakeh Cat · 10-09-2017, 06:26 PM

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Originally Posted by PhoenixRising

Wrestling with an eight... nine... eh, however old he was, was not easy, but fortunately Dominic's five foot ten self was proving useful, not to mention that he was stronger, despite being over forty. Early forties, thank you very much.

But the change in facial expressions was something that definitely registered with the former hufflepuff. Her shock, surprise, but then the repeating of his son's name. No, not his son's name. His father's name; a name that while he'd carefully elected Peter as his son's middle name, didn't think he would hear it ever in the context, the way she said it. He was always Ethan. "Ethan. Ethan Peter Denton, yes," Dominic corrected, "he was named after the two fathers in my life. Well, sort of, my biological father was one I barely knew, but what would have liked to, but the other was a father figure, my professor, my mentor." And he rather wondered how Ethan Truebridge was doing at that moment. Hadn't his son been at Hogwarts recently? Dominic made a mental note to write to him. Also, why was he speaking up like he was to a total stranger?

"Who are you?" Ethan asked, wrestling to be free.

Maia had not even noticed she had back away from the man with a confused look still plastered on her face. "Peter Denton," she repeated. Never would she have thought that name would come out of her mouth again. Her brain was putting the pieces together very quickly and soon enough, memories of living with Lena came back. She knew Lena had a son that visited so often, and she vaguely remembered what his voice sounded like from the other side of her bedroom door. She remembered seeing pictures but the image of them in her head was blurry.

Was this Lena's son? Surely it was because then everything would make sense - or as much sense as possible seeing at this situation was weird. There was a one in a million chance that she could of run into this man, and that one percent chance happened.

She looked down at Ethan when he asked her that question, and she looked back at the man, whose name was still unknown. "I'm Maia," she answered. "Maia Denton." Not knowing what else to say, she fell quiet.

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Sneakeh Cat Diricawl Join Date: Oct 2007 Location: Pride Rock Posts: 26,771 Diagon Alley Proprietor: Maia Denton Daily Prophet Reporter x5 x2	Yay, Hamlet! • Cathopper • Disney Fanatic • I was normal once... Quote: Originally Posted by PhoenixRising Wrestling with an eight... nine... eh, however old he was, was not easy, but fortunately Dominic's five foot ten self was proving useful, not to mention that he was stronger, despite being over forty. Early forties, thank you very much. But the change in facial expressions was something that definitely registered with the former hufflepuff. Her shock, surprise, but then the repeating of his son's name. No, not his son's name. His father's name; a name that while he'd carefully elected Peter as his son's middle name, didn't think he would hear it ever in the context, the way she said it. He was always Ethan. "Ethan. Ethan Peter Denton, yes," Dominic corrected, "he was named after the two fathers in my life. Well, sort of, my biological father was one I barely knew, but what would have liked to, but the other was a father figure, my professor, my mentor." And he rather wondered how Ethan Truebridge was doing at that moment. Hadn't his son been at Hogwarts recently? Dominic made a mental note to write to him. Also, why was he speaking up like he was to a total stranger? "Who are you?" Ethan asked, wrestling to be free. Maia had not even noticed she had back away from the man with a confused look still plastered on her face. "Peter Denton," she repeated. Never would she have thought that name would come out of her mouth again. Her brain was putting the pieces together very quickly and soon enough, memories of living with Lena came back. She knew Lena had a son that visited so often, and she vaguely remembered what his voice sounded like from the other side of her bedroom door. She remembered seeing pictures but the image of them in her head was blurry. Was this Lena's son? Surely it was because then everything would make sense - or as much sense as possible seeing at this situation was weird. There was a one in a million chance that she could of run into this man, and that one percent chance happened. She looked down at Ethan when he asked her that question, and she looked back at the man, whose name was still unknown. "I'm Maia," she answered. "Maia Denton." Not knowing what else to say, she fell quiet. __________________ _______________________________You may hate me, but it ain't no lie: bye bye bye.