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Eula "Mooncaller" Darnus ([personal profile] meteorsurvivor) wrote in [community profile] starwardbestrewn 2023-04-14 10:29 am (UTC)

The two of you get a private booth at one of the wizarding restaurants. You promptly excuse yourself to the bathroom while she orders, and put yourself in overobes with the snap of your fingers. A wizard of this world couldn't do so nearly so readily.

As it is, you're certain some ministry informant will be carrying news of your previous attire to Fudge all too quickly, but you can't bring yourself to care. The gloves are off, as that troublesome miqote woman was so fond of saying.

Venat has ordered by the time you return. It is a strange thing that you can trust her to order for you, even now. You have simply known each other for too long to not know all the dark haunts of each other's souls, and if either of you was the sort for petty revenge, it would be you.

You say, "My apologies for the delay."

She says, "There's no need for that. What is it that brings you to me so urgently? I can't imagine it's for the pleasure of seeing my face."

You throw a privacy ward up, one that would keep even the Echo at bay, and switch to your native tongue. With her, at least, you have no need to keep up appearances.

"Left to my own devices, I would not even gaze upon your robe," you say. "Nothing would give me greater happiness than to never have to speak another word to you. You are not forgiven; even with my memories restored to me, even knowing your reasons and the hopes you placed upon your champion, I am not capable of it."

You are perfectly capable of understanding her decision and hating her for it regardless.

And she does not begrudge you it; you can see it in her eyes. The affable mentor is gone, and the woman who sundered the world remains. When all else is stripped away, the burden of the duty remains.

(You feel a fool for ever believing there was not some greater reason. Mother and son alike, in all regards.)

She does not beg your forgiveness. You are grateful that she spares you both that indignity. She says only, "Then your need must be very great indeed."

"The need is not mine," you say. "If it were, I would simply suffer and die with it. But - there is a boy..."

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