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Sep. 9th, 2007 08:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
iambetadraconisNeville came into the bar yesterday. Rabastan saw him. And they ... talked. More like, Rabastan went straight into "I have to tell you something" without even warning Neville first.
Trust his need to tell his story whether anyone wanted to hear it or not! Discretion? What was that?
In his room, completely dark save for that little blue light he never had an explanation for, either where it came from or why it was here at all.
Reliving the past. That awful night.
Pushing it out of his mind was not working, no matter how he tried.
Screams and hollering and threats of death and Rodolphus demanding that the boy be given to him so he could dispose of any future threats.
Not like it would've mattered. The next day they found Rabastan, and through him they found the others.
Brought them to trial, which wasn't even a trial, just a "We're telling you why you're here and then we're going to tell you what we intend to do with you once we've done that" sort of affair.
Seeing the faces of the Wizangamot look down at him made it real. But then, it was already too real to ignore.
He could see Rodolphus standing there, looking bored. Bellatrix sitting in the chair like she owned the place and everyone in it. And Barty. Who didn't look to be any happier to be there than he was. Couldn't argue with the Wizangamot over why; everyone knew why they were there, after all.
Are you going to just sit there and beat yourself up or are you going to do something about it?
What?
Surely you intend to do something about it?
Where?
It's time you dealt with the past rather than hide from it, or used it as the reason to bare your soul for all to see and then to rip up.
Who is speaking?
You can deal with Neville Longbottom later. What you need to do is deal with you. Redouble your efforts to learn what you need to know to survive in your world. All that they taught you. From dawn until dusk you'll devote your time to readying yourself. No more running. No more hiding. Neville can make up his own mind what he thinks about you, and you'll just have to let him. You, on the other hand... If you intend to prove yourself to yourself, and to show to the world and to you that you're free of the Dark Lord you'll need to take a stand and you'll need to be ready. You start. Tomorrow. And you will not finish until you're called home.
Wait, but...
Ready or not you'll be going back. Back home to deal with whatever fate you find there.
Uncurling himself he slides off his bed and heads out the door—
—running across someone who he ought to know is standing and waiting for him.
"So this is where you are."
"Wheel?"
"Of course. Now before you ask about where I was I will tell you that I was preoccupied. But I have not forgotten my duty to you."
A pause, then she resumed.
"I have been thinking about how I could help you, given that the help you need is specific and not something I would normally provide. However, there are ways to give help to the sentients when the one who could help them is either dealing with another or has not been Awoken or Made. Since Darkness has neither Awoken or has been Made, we'll just have to make do." She pulled something out of a pocket. A card. "The Nine of Swords. Darkness. Take it. Put it under your pillow when you sleep and you will sleep for three days. If it does not resolve matters with you it will at least show you what you need to have resolved.
And now, I must go. You have work to do don't you? Better you should get to it than to stand around here and ask me questions when you're busy."
And she left. Just like that.
Well. That was strange. How would sleep help? He looked at the card, and he got an uncomfortable idea of what he could expect when he used it.
Perhaps he should just go downstairs to eat. Eating always helps with thinking.
Trust his need to tell his story whether anyone wanted to hear it or not! Discretion? What was that?
In his room, completely dark save for that little blue light he never had an explanation for, either where it came from or why it was here at all.
Reliving the past. That awful night.
Pushing it out of his mind was not working, no matter how he tried.
Screams and hollering and threats of death and Rodolphus demanding that the boy be given to him so he could dispose of any future threats.
Not like it would've mattered. The next day they found Rabastan, and through him they found the others.
Brought them to trial, which wasn't even a trial, just a "We're telling you why you're here and then we're going to tell you what we intend to do with you once we've done that" sort of affair.
Seeing the faces of the Wizangamot look down at him made it real. But then, it was already too real to ignore.
He could see Rodolphus standing there, looking bored. Bellatrix sitting in the chair like she owned the place and everyone in it. And Barty. Who didn't look to be any happier to be there than he was. Couldn't argue with the Wizangamot over why; everyone knew why they were there, after all.
Are you going to just sit there and beat yourself up or are you going to do something about it?
What?
Surely you intend to do something about it?
Where?
It's time you dealt with the past rather than hide from it, or used it as the reason to bare your soul for all to see and then to rip up.
Who is speaking?
You can deal with Neville Longbottom later. What you need to do is deal with you. Redouble your efforts to learn what you need to know to survive in your world. All that they taught you. From dawn until dusk you'll devote your time to readying yourself. No more running. No more hiding. Neville can make up his own mind what he thinks about you, and you'll just have to let him. You, on the other hand... If you intend to prove yourself to yourself, and to show to the world and to you that you're free of the Dark Lord you'll need to take a stand and you'll need to be ready. You start. Tomorrow. And you will not finish until you're called home.
Wait, but...
Ready or not you'll be going back. Back home to deal with whatever fate you find there.
Uncurling himself he slides off his bed and heads out the door—
—running across someone who he ought to know is standing and waiting for him.
"So this is where you are."
"Wheel?"
"Of course. Now before you ask about where I was I will tell you that I was preoccupied. But I have not forgotten my duty to you."
A pause, then she resumed.
"I have been thinking about how I could help you, given that the help you need is specific and not something I would normally provide. However, there are ways to give help to the sentients when the one who could help them is either dealing with another or has not been Awoken or Made. Since Darkness has neither Awoken or has been Made, we'll just have to make do." She pulled something out of a pocket. A card. "The Nine of Swords. Darkness. Take it. Put it under your pillow when you sleep and you will sleep for three days. If it does not resolve matters with you it will at least show you what you need to have resolved.
And now, I must go. You have work to do don't you? Better you should get to it than to stand around here and ask me questions when you're busy."
And she left. Just like that.
Well. That was strange. How would sleep help? He looked at the card, and he got an uncomfortable idea of what he could expect when he used it.
Perhaps he should just go downstairs to eat. Eating always helps with thinking.
