Post by Incapability on Apr 27, 2007 4:55:15 GMT 9.5
It can, once the next wonderful drawing pops up. *is not at all greedy*
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Minerva sat back while the conversation – ah well, the full-grown argument – around her took on heat. She had announced Mab’s willingness to join the Order, had also explained that she would only do so on her own terms, and then she had opened the floor to discussion.
She silently mused that this might have been a mistake, judging from how narrowly Fred’s jelly-leg hex had missed his older brother Charlie. Tempers were running high – and loud – as half of them shouted why Mab had to join the Order at all costs, and the other half tried to out-shout them with why this had to be prevented no matter what. Truth be told, neither side seemed to be very successful, and neither seemed Mr Weasley’s careful attempts to mediate.
Minerva figured that it would be best to let them cool off – and if that didn’t happen, she was sure that Arthur would manage to prevent any grave injuries. With this, she allowed her mind to drift back to this afternoon’s conversation, and to her surprise at how calm, how indifferent Mab had listened, how careless she had seemed while she asked questions of highest importance, all the while turning the odd page in the book in front of her.
“What would I gain, were I to go to war with you?”
“The knowledge to have ridded the world of the greatest Evil imaginable.”
“That does not make me gain anything. Evil is nothing but a perspective.”
Minerva sighed.
“What do you seek to gain, then?”
Mab looked up at her, just for a moment, and Minerva was glad when her piercing eyes went back to her book. She would never get over this unnerving stare.
“I? For the time being, I seek to find a place in this world, a place from which I can re-conquer what was once mine.”
That conjured a smile onto Minerva’s face, and it felt strange at first, unfamiliar after the months of frowning.
“If it is a place to call your own you’re looking for, then we can help you. I’m sure of that.”
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Minerva sat back while the conversation – ah well, the full-grown argument – around her took on heat. She had announced Mab’s willingness to join the Order, had also explained that she would only do so on her own terms, and then she had opened the floor to discussion.
She silently mused that this might have been a mistake, judging from how narrowly Fred’s jelly-leg hex had missed his older brother Charlie. Tempers were running high – and loud – as half of them shouted why Mab had to join the Order at all costs, and the other half tried to out-shout them with why this had to be prevented no matter what. Truth be told, neither side seemed to be very successful, and neither seemed Mr Weasley’s careful attempts to mediate.
Minerva figured that it would be best to let them cool off – and if that didn’t happen, she was sure that Arthur would manage to prevent any grave injuries. With this, she allowed her mind to drift back to this afternoon’s conversation, and to her surprise at how calm, how indifferent Mab had listened, how careless she had seemed while she asked questions of highest importance, all the while turning the odd page in the book in front of her.
“What would I gain, were I to go to war with you?”
“The knowledge to have ridded the world of the greatest Evil imaginable.”
“That does not make me gain anything. Evil is nothing but a perspective.”
Minerva sighed.
“What do you seek to gain, then?”
Mab looked up at her, just for a moment, and Minerva was glad when her piercing eyes went back to her book. She would never get over this unnerving stare.
“I? For the time being, I seek to find a place in this world, a place from which I can re-conquer what was once mine.”
That conjured a smile onto Minerva’s face, and it felt strange at first, unfamiliar after the months of frowning.
“If it is a place to call your own you’re looking for, then we can help you. I’m sure of that.”