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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Aug 24, 2006 20:45:57 GMT
Grace looked up at Girty as she crouched next to her. She nodded in understanding and drained her cup. She set it next to her and slowly rose to her feet. Her legs felt like jelly and her heart was pounding in her head again. She felt like she had just before she had seen him before. But now she knew he would not shout at her.
She squeezed Girty's hand and smiled at her. She walked past her, smiled slightly at Jac as she passed her and once again walked through the door to her fathers room.
No machines were beeping, nothing made a sound in the uncomfortable room. The air was close and tense, even though there was no longer the cause. She heard nothing but the beating of her heart and the echo of her footsteps.
She stood next to the bed and looked down at the frail man that lay there like he was merely asleep. Peaceful, she thought, so peaceful. Grace had never seen her father without a frown on his face. She had never seen him without anger in his eyes. She had never wanted to see him again. But having seen him like this, in this suspended state, she felt lighter, warmer, better.
She pulled up a chair and sat next to the bed. She had always wanted to tell him about her life as a witch. There was not going to be a better time. She began to speak softly to no one, but it was to her father, she told him about quidditch and being the captain of her house's team. She told him about her classes and the professors. She told him about Bog, and a little more about Bog and a little more. About how much she missed him and worried about him and about his mysterious past. She told her father all this and more.
Having spoken herself to a stand-still, she stood up and pushed the chair back. She looked once more at the frail man before her. She would honestly miss him. A tear ran warm down her cheek and fell onto his hand. She sniffed and kissed his forehead. "Goodbye, Father!" she whispered and kissed his forehead again.
Grace quickly turned and walked out of the room, grabbing the bag as she passed. She knew if she stayed any longer, she would begin to cry, and she had decided that she had cried enough because of him. She did not check the bag. She walked out and sat on the chair outside the room again. She looked at Girty, then at Jac, "can we go then?" she asked after having caught her breathe.
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Aug 25, 2006 17:20:30 GMT
Girty had been wanting to go into the room but knew it best not. She slowly drained her tea and looked at the bottom of the cup, looked at her hand, picked her finger nails and she even started to roll her tongue to try and pass the time.When Grace came out of the room Girty shot up out of her seat but sat down again when Grace did. "What ever you want to do Grace." Girty looked over at Jac "We came here to help you and to be with you at this tought time so we will do what ever you wnat to do."
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Aug 25, 2006 18:52:42 GMT
Grace rubbed her face with her hands in frustrasion. "I don't care where we go," she said, dropping her arms abruptly, "I just don't want to stay here. I want to get out of here, that's all."
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Aug 26, 2006 9:08:37 GMT
Girty blinked slowly in shock. She then smiled and stood up. "Well then i know a great cafe around the corner." Girty turned to look at the other two. "What do you say. I will pay."
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Aug 26, 2006 19:17:40 GMT
Grace looked at Girtyand nodded. "Yeah," she said, "that sounds great. Let's go!" She stood up and waited for the others before walking very quickly towards the door.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Aug 26, 2006 19:36:14 GMT
Boggleworth had been on the run for a long time now, throughout the summer he had been evading the searches of one Gabriel Vandesar, who stubbornly refused even now to give up. His face had become hagard, a short beard had began to grow, little more than stubble but it showed. Boggleworth had been scratching a living off pick-pocketing, a lowly crime, but the only one which wouldn't draw attentuion to him. He had been alone, so very alone, with only the rambling nonsense of Henry in his mind. For days now he had been feeling strange like somebody needed him desperately. Maybe it was some sort of sixth sense, but he took his life in his hands and searched in vain for his beloved Grace. He knew he was likely to be caught and the past few weeks of hiding would all be in vain, but he needed to help Grace. And so he stumbled into the hospital a tall, gangly unkempt youth, with tatty and torn clothes, his only personal belonging a satchel with some mouldy bread tucked inside. He forced his way past the muggle security, his eyes enough to make them turn away. And then he saw he up ahead, he gasped and his old winning smile returned, a smile that hadn't surfaced for a while. He limped down the hallway then saw himself in the mirror, gaping in astonishment at the new and not improved him, before himself, he half thought of running away, but knew in his heart that grace didn't love him for his looks, but hopefully for the person inside, who was un-changed. His voice croaked as he rasped "Grace," then he cleared his throat and shouted "Grace!" with his old cheer back in full swing...
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Aug 26, 2006 19:51:58 GMT
Grace had pushed the door open and walked through it when she heard a new voice calling her name. She looked around for whoever it was that was calling her name. She spotted a shaggy looking boy that looked almost looked like
"Bog?" she mumbled and squinted to see better. "BOG!" she cried. She broke into a run and threw her arms around his neck and held him tight. She cheeks were covered in tears. "What are you doing here? I missed you!"
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Aug 26, 2006 19:55:51 GMT
Boggleworth was crushed in Grace's tight hug, but squeezed her tight too. Tears that had threatened throughout his time in London, now began to flow freely, tracing dirty tracks through the thick grime on Boggleworth's face. "I missed you too Grace, more than you can imagine, so how are you?" he carefully avoided the question about why he was here though, he was firmly here for Grace not for himself.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Aug 26, 2006 20:52:37 GMT
Grace stopped squeezing Bog so hard. She wiped her cheeks and avoided Bog's eye. "Father's ..." she begin but lost the words in a cough. "He's ... he's ... " Grace looked behind her for Girty and Jac. "He's ... passed on." she sunk her face into Bog's shoulder and began to sob once again for her father's passing.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Aug 26, 2006 21:08:39 GMT
Boggleworth didn't particulary feel aggrieved that, that seemingly vile man had passed on, but the anguish Grace was now having hit home. It seemed that the man would forever have a hold on Grace no matter what Boggleworth did, but try to stop it he would. He stroked Grace's hair as he always liked to and offered carefully chosen words of comfort, "our time always comes eventually, but he's gone now, to a different place whether it's better for him or not I've no idea, is he in heaven or hell? Or some other place, who knows? But I know this, his hold upon you is now gone, grieve him of course, but then forget him, as he so often forgot about you, treat others how they treat you, I always say," He earnestly hoped his words would have the desired affect...
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Aug 26, 2006 21:09:51 GMT
Girty leaned against the door and smiled when Grace and Bog met. It had been a long time since she saw both of them have a smile on there faces which was so big. She dared not approach them any further but stood back and watched as they embraced and talked.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Aug 26, 2006 21:47:44 GMT
Grace sighed. He's right! You need to forget him, she thought. Grace lifted her head and gave a slight smile to Bog. He always knew what to say to make her smile. "We were just on our way to some sort of cafe, Girty said it's great." Grace looked back over her shoulder for Girty and Jac, I wonder what would be keeping them.
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Aug 27, 2006 8:35:05 GMT
At the mention of her name Girt moved forward and smiled. "If our fugitive will spare a few minutes for his friends then I think we should head off now. If you want Bog i will get my brother to be on guard he can sweet talk anyone including MR Gabriel Vandesar." Girty laughed at the thought of Dan flirting with the man she hit over the head with a statue but then drifted back the the real world. "Right then should we be off?"
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Aug 27, 2006 10:37:51 GMT
"Splendid Girty, trust you to know a good place to eat, and yes I will risk being caught and I'm sure your brother can easily delay Vandesar, as I have done, now Grace..." he said matter of factly, taking control of the situation "I don't want to see any more tears, you've shed enough to last a lifetime, ok lead on Girty and don't be shirty!" he laughed and took Grace's and Girty's hands warmly and said to Jac "come on, link up!"
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Jac Shaw
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Post by Jac Shaw on Aug 27, 2006 12:46:14 GMT
Jac had stood behind Girty and watched the other two over her shoulder. I had no idea ... she thought. She followed Girty but kept her distance, concentrating on keeping her hair one colour took all her concentration.
But when Bog spoke to her, her hair shot a violent share of indigo. She shook her head and figured she would just follow them, she didn't know them that well in any case.
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