Chase glanced down at Liz. "Hey are you... are you crying?" hease trying to peer at her face but he couldnt see with it being dark adn all. He heard distinctly heard her sniff though. Always a sign of crying. "I dint make you cry did I?" he asked

"What? No! I'm not crying, you didn't make me cry." She said as she wiped her nose on the worn out flannel shirt she had on. She didn't do too good of a job at hiding it. She didn't even really know why she was crying. Everything was just so overwhelming.

Chase put a hand on her ack rubbing it softly. "I dint mean to make you cry." he told her not believeing a word she said. "Dont worry we'll find a way out of this. I promise." he said giving her a reassuring smile. He needed to figure something out. An idea struck him. "Hey.. I know your sad right now adn probably bringing this up wouldnt help matters much but.." he said removing his hand from her back. "... do you know who your parents even were?" he asked.

His touch felt nice. It brought a smile across of Liz's face. She never felt so connected towards anybody in her life. His words were comforting. She felt herself subconsciously resting her head on him. Do you know who your parents even were? She tried to recall a time she was actually asked that. She couldnt' find one. Her head shook and she spoke. "The only thing that was left with me was a blanket and a note with my First and middle name."

"Well ... whats your last name?" he felt foolish for asking but all he knew was that her name was Elizabeth. Maybe Cyril was after her because of her parents. Somehow Chase had a feeling... and usually his feelings were true.

"There was no last name." Liz stuffed her hand into a pocket in her shirt. She pulled out a piece of old paper- crumbled, and folded, and the ink was smeared. It read what looked like Elizabeth Liliac. "They just pawned me off as Brown- cause I needed a last name."

Chase took the peice of paper examining it. "So liliac is your middle name?" he asked interested. He could find her parents. He just needed a library.

"That's what it looks like. It's too smeared to really see my middle name. For sure that's an L though." She pointed to the beginning of her middle name. "And that does look like an I, but last bit is all a blur. Looks like Liliac, but could be Lithium for all I know."

ooc:Cyrils a girl?

Cyril waited and the potions came he/she looked at wolf boy and said "You have one more chance wolfy tell me or you`ll drink these and tell me anyway"

Crystal walked around the house, she had been here before. She decided on the bathroom and looked in to the long mirror, she looked horrible, blotchly eyes, hairs messed up and dirt all over her. She stared at herself for a minute or so and sighed, picking up her wand. "scourgify" she said pointing it at her clothes.

Why Godric Hollow? why tonight? they were meant to go away the next day to italy, if they only waited a day than maybe her family would be alive, no don't think like that she shook her head and sighed.

After a long while she decided to check on the other boy, she quickly wiped her eyes and fixed her hair with a spell and walked from the room, not giving the mirror a second look. "how do you feel?" she asked quietly sitting down next to him.

Chase nodded and snapped his fingers. "I need to get to a library." he muttered and headed out the room down the stairs. Seeing SAM he gave a small smile and burrowed onto the couch looking at the little peice of parchment. This handwriting looked SO familar...

"A library?" Liz asked as Chase walked out of the bedroom. "Ohhh, right." speaking to herself she got up off from the bed and followed him. "You can try it- but you're only going to find out there is no such name." She looked over at Jason who just sat to Chase on the couch.

"They've already went through records to try and find a Elizabeth Liliac, there is no such name."

Artemmiss stood in a Grave Yard.He looked at the dead civelians around him.He wondered where Cyril was.He had a little spell to cast.

ooc: okay guys, i'm gonna be gone for about a week. then i'm going to be back for about 2 days....and then...i leave you all again for another week. sorry, busy bee!

Lance looked up at Cyril. Lance would never tell him. Lance attempted to bite Cyril and got his shoulder. He barked and growled at Cyril.

Chase looked up at the kid remembering he was there. "Lights? O yeah the little switch over there." he said pointing to the wall. Then he looked at Liz who had followed him down. "Really?" he asked stumped. "Well.. this hand writing looks oddly familar....


ooc: ok i got a question. Can you explain the family heirloom? Like who was after albus and james ...etc?

"I have no idea who's it is. It doesn't look anything familiar to me." She shrugged as she looked around the house. Her eyes had to adjust to the light change- once again. It was starting to get light outside, and you could see the neighboring houses, all of them still standing. It was a nice change from Godric's Hallow.

Chase stared down at the little peice of parchment paper. why did this handwriting look so familar? It bugged him alot. He looked up from the parchment. Noticing he hadnt gotten any sleep he looked around. Everyone looked worn out. "Ok guys we all need to get some sleep. I have protections set up all around the house. We only need one person to stay up. We can take shifts." he said. "Ill be the first." he added. "There are rooms upstairs and a guest room on the bottom floor."

Liz was tired- but she didn't want to go to sleep. She was over tired at this point, and the last thing she wanted to do was to go to a room alone, in some unknown house. "Chase, I am going to stay up just for a bit longer, so at least you have some company." She hoped that he wouldn't protest her decision, because her mind wasn't going to change.

Looking at the photos would keep her mind somewhat preoccupied. She looked at one, it gave her a bit of the chills. The small boy- that appeared in many of the other photos- was now cheerfully sitting with a small girl around the same age. The small girl tugged on her bright ginger hair as she looked up at the camera, and the boy look at her.

Chase gave a smile glad he would have someone to talk to .. for a while. "Im not going to protest." he said and looked back down at the parchemtn. if only he could remember....

Liz smiled at him as he smiled and turned her attention back to the picture. She looked closer at the children. They both seemed so familiar. The girls green eyes staring at the photgrapher, the boy's expression. Shivers went up her spine. The two of them wore matching necklaces. Her eyes automatically went to her wrist and she pulled up her sleeve. A matching bracelet.

"Chase..." She started and looked at him. "You never said who's place this was."

Chase looked from the peice of parchment to Liz.. "Its my house..... now. I t was my parents but..." he didnt wanna finish the sentence it all hadnt flow into him yet and he didnt want to think about it now.


ooc: Hey im getting off for like an hour... ill be back on tho k? dont leave me! Im having fun! lol

"So..." This all just seemed to eerie. The matching jewelry. "Who is the kids in the picture." Her voice shook a little as she spoke. It was a bit frighting to her. This was the only thing- other than the blanket and her name- that was left with her. Her hands grabbed hold of the frame and sat down next to Chase.

Paranoia started to sink again as she showed him the picture of the two. Did his family have to do with something about the reason she was in the orphanage. Could Chase know more than he says he did. Maybe he was lying, he wasn't saving her. He was fetching her for the other side. Her hands shook at these thoughts.

Chase looked over as Liz sat down he looked down at picture. "Well thats me." he said pointing to the boy . "But I dont know who the girl is. I asked mom for a long time all shes ever said was that it was a child hood friend. But I dont remember her. Of course you cant start remembering things until your three." he explained giving a shrug. He looked at the parchment and then back at Liz.

Suddenly it hit him. His mouth flew open and he jumped off the couch. Where had his mom put that box??

Liz looked at Chase, trying to think of something to say to him. "and the necklaces, where did they come from?" She wasn't sure if she should believe him or not. This wasn't just a coincidence. She pulled up the sleeve on her left arm and took off the fingerless glove. It reviled the same necklace, only on her wrist. "Can you explain that?"