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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jun 17, 2006 14:13:02 GMT
Boggleworth admired Helia's determination and so rose and went over to fetch more books, he then dumped them on the nearest table and joined Helia flicking through the dusty novels
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jun 17, 2006 14:27:33 GMT
Grace stroked the spine of a book entitled The Marks Family Heritage. She then turned her atteention to the curious book, "does it mention anything about a grudge against the family or a curse? Having a few of those might explain what happened to your parents."
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jun 17, 2006 14:32:51 GMT
"Um I'll have a look," Boggleworth said as he gathered up the book again and leafed through after a few moments he said "Um my Grandad fought some death eaters, and killed one, it says, but nothing else I don't think, that particulary arouses suspicion"
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jun 17, 2006 17:11:59 GMT
Grace nodded in agreement and stretched out her hand to take the book with her family name on it. But changed her mind, what I don't know can't hurt me, she thought. She stared at the book and desperately wanted to look at it, but was unable to stretch out her hand that 2inches more to grab the book and affirmed her suspicions about her ... family.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jun 17, 2006 17:39:24 GMT
Boggleworth saw Grace stretching up to reach a book so courteously he jumped to her assisstance and because he is so tall he easily managed to reach the book and he handed it to Grace saying "there you go, the Marks eh? a good read I should think!" grinned Boggleworth
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jun 17, 2006 17:43:12 GMT
Grace tried to smile but it turned into a grimes. "Thanks!" she whispered. "I'm sure it'll be an eye opener!" she said, trying to convince herself more then anything else.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jun 17, 2006 17:52:32 GMT
"talking of can openers" said Boggleworth mischeveously "I think you'll find the best make is the Nimbus opener, after the famous broomstick don't you know" joked Boggleworth trying to lighten the heavy mood
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jun 17, 2006 18:23:09 GMT
"No," Grace said dreamily, staring at the book in her hands, "I didn't know that." Her face was white, her skin cold and her smile gone, leaving no trace of every having been there to begin with.
She lifted a shaking hand and slowly opened the book. She flapped through the pages and tried to avoid reading it but words on the flat pages jumped out at her:
drunked, murderer, burned at the stake, theives, hated... She shut the book tightly and placed it back in the shelf as fast as her quivering hands would allow. She leaned against the shelf, back towards Boggleworth and breathed heavily.
I knew it, she thought.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jun 17, 2006 18:29:11 GMT
Boggleworth didn't know what was wrong but he knew there was something dreadfully wrong as he saw Grace's white face and his heart sank he forgot all his own troubles with his past. As she turned away Boggleworth gingerly placed a hand on her shoulder giving it a gentle squeeze and he said slowly voice full of concern "what's wrong? something you want to talk about?" not getting an answer straight away he continued his voice lowering to a whisper only Grace could hear "if you need a chat in private just a friendly face to talk to...I'm always here for you, always"
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jun 17, 2006 18:38:19 GMT
Grace put a cold hand on Bog's warm one. "Thanks!" She dried her checks and turned around with a fresh smile on her face. "I - well, - it's just that," she indicated the book. "Nothing I didn't suspect before." She sniffed. "The family legacy is a harsh crule one and I'm - I'm just scared I turn out like- never mind, it's silly silly girl stuff!" She flashed him a weak smile.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jun 17, 2006 18:43:43 GMT
"then I must be a silly girl too, it's impossible for you to turn out bad and I'm sure your family was great!" Boggleworth said cheerfully
"It's impossible for you to be anything less than perfect!" said Boggleworth meaning every word he said
"If it helps, you can talk to me about them whatever you wish" said Boggleworth firmly giving Grace his most radiating of smiles
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jun 17, 2006 18:49:46 GMT
"Well, I'm sure the fact that my grand uncle was a mass murderer and that he raped my grand mother is just great!" she spat out sarcastically. She caught herself, "I'm sorry! I just don't want to become like my- like my father." She looked at the opposite shelf, "a drunk, abusive, son of a-" she whirled around and punched the book. "I will never be like him!" she said pointing to Bog as though he had suggested she may.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jun 17, 2006 18:56:38 GMT
Boggleworth was slightly taken aback but he soon recovered hoping he hadn't upset Grace more and he was ready to do anything to set it right again
"you will be yourself and nobody else!" retorted Boggleworth hoping against hope he hadn't upset Grace more
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jun 17, 2006 19:05:02 GMT
"But you can't run away from your blood," Grace whispered, leaning against the shelf once more and covering her embarrassed face with her purple hair.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Jun 17, 2006 19:08:52 GMT
"there's no need to run, you are not your family, you are yourself and you can make yourself whatever you want to be! You can be what you want to be, family has no influence only you and you alone! You're the best person I know, it's impossible for you to be anything but perfect!" Boggleworth's heart was opening up now
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